here you go dylan

it’s a comfort thing || dylan o’brien (!!)

author: @broodybell
pairing: dylan x reader
word count: 3,738

warnings: nsfw aT ALL THIS IS SO SINFUL I’M NOT EVEN SORry

authors note: i was gonna keep this fluffy, but we all know it’s pretty impossible for me to not write sin for dylan, so here you go!! also i apologise for how dirty this got. fUCK. and thanks to my bby @sabrinas-wolves for helping me with this and the puthey… and this is dylan pov

summary: dylan finally comes home after months away for filming. him and reader can’t keep their hands off each other and dylan learns how reader kept herself satisfied when he was away. 


my baby: text me when you’re on your way home so i can start dinner xo

dyl pickle: will do xx

I shove my phone back into my pocket with a smile and rub my hands together eagerly. It had been five months since I’d been home, which also meant five long, agonisingly lonely months since I last saw Y/N. Admittedly, I’d much rather be home with her right now, either fucking the shit out of her, or holding her close to my chest as I wash her hair in the bath tub. She always loved corny shit like that. But unfortunately, I wasn’t. I was in my dressing room, waiting with T-Pose to be interviewed with Ellen DeGeneres.

“Yo, you’ll be home soon Dyl, chill.” Hoech teases with dancing eyebrows and I scoff playfully at him. My knee continues to jitter up and down and I pat a beat onto my thighs. “Ty, I just miss her man.” I groan, rubbing my hands over my face in attempt to rid her from my thoughts, but it was no use. The thought of her withering beneath my body was doing questionable things to my sanity, and I was honestly beginning to have trouble hiding it.

My phone vibrates from my pocket and I dig through my tight jeans to retrieve it, my eyes scanning over the new text that displayed across my screen.

my baby: oh forgot to say, have fun in the interview baby. i’ll be watching… in that matching lingerie set you like ;) xx

My eyes widen, my pants suddenly becoming extremely tight as I imagine her sprawled across the couch, white lace adorning her curves as she- “Dyl, we’re on!” Tyler snaps me from my thoughts, my throat suddenly very dry and my hands clammy. I quickly stuff my phone back into my pockets, wiping my sweaty palms into my jeans and standing from my seat.

I awkwardly adjust my pants, digging into my boxers to quickly pull my hard on up and into the waistband of my pants. I follow Tyler out of the dressing room and through a long hallway until we make it out on stage, loud cheers emitting from the crowd. I smile happily, waving to the audience before I greeted Ellen with a peck on the cheek.

Tyler and I flail onto the couch as the cheering slowly dies down and I suddenly feel awfully nervous. In my last interview, I was asked verb personal questions in which my answers were taken out of context, twisted, and published online- which, ultimately caused a lot of drama.

“My two favorite boys. How are you both? I understand you’ve only just got finished filming for Teen Wolf?” Ellen asks, lifting one leg to rest on her other thigh. I nod my head with a smile whilst Tyler answers her question. I keep a smile on my face, laughing at some things Tyler says until he’s finished talking.

Ellen’s attention turns to me as Tyler leans further back into the couch, arms outstretched over his head as he looks to me with a grin. “It must be very hard for you though, right? All this time away from home?” She asks with concern and I sigh with wide eyes, nodding my head in confirmation.

“It’s great, you know, working on set with everyone. But five months is a long time from home and it does get very difficult.” I nod, Tyler watching me and nodding in agreement at my statement. “Is that why you take your pillow with you?” Ellen questions, a series of photos of myself carrying the blue pillow close to me. I chuckle at the photos; most of them taken after I’d been on a flight or even just walking around on set.

“It’s funny you say that, actually. It’s not my pillow.” I laugh, Ellen’s eyebrows raising quizzically. “Did you just steal someone’s pillow on a plane?” She laughs, and I laugh with her but shake my head from side to side. “No, it’s my girlfriends. We have this thing that when I leave for filming; I’ll take her pillow and she keeps mine.” I shrug my shoulders, smiling at the memory of Y/N coming up with the idea.

It was a smart idea. It was a sense of home I had with me when I was away, and also a piece of her. I remember how she told me she’d always sleep in my clothes when I were away because it felt like I was holding her. So when she started sleeping with my pillow when I’d left, she didn’t feel so alone and felt more like I was with her.

The audience awe at my confession, a small blush creeping onto my cheeks and the excitement to rush back home to her suddenly grows stronger. “That is awfully sweet. Do uh, do you guys FaceTime or Skype while you’re away?” Ellen asks, her smile growing when I nod my head. “All of the time. A lot of people say that we’re still in that honeymoon phase, despite that we’ve been together for almost five years now.” I chuckle, Tyler slapping my chest as he smiles at me.

Before I met Y/N, I was what Tyler called a man-whore. I’d sleep with girls but had no intentions of being there when they woke up. The last serious relationship I had was with Britt, I was falling hard for her but she treated me like shit. It wasn’t until I met Y/N at Tyler’s birthday six years ago and I saw how poorly her boyfriend treated her. It opened my eyes about my situation, and eventually I left Britt. Two months later, Y/N was having trouble with her boyfriend. Tyler and I went to pick her up so she could stay with us until they worked things out. They never did, and she never left - only when we decided to get a place together, three years later.

“The pillow idea is very sweet, actually.” Ellen coos, and I smile at her, shrugging my shoulders. “It’s a comfort thing.”

The rest of the interview flew by, and I don’t know if that was due to the fact that I had zoned out after talking about the pillow, or because my excitement to see my baby was so powerful I managed to speed up time. Before I knew it, I was climbing out of the taxi and dragging my bags toward the front door of the house. I dig my fingers into my jeans, pulling out my keys and quickly unlocking the door, throwing my bags inside before I follow and slam the door behind me.

“Baby!?” I call out, kicking my shoes off and throwing my keys into the glass bowl on the table. I smile at my surrounds, warmth coating me at the feeling of finally being home. “Dylan!” Y/N’s sweet voice calls out to me, my smile immediately growing. She races down the stairs, her silky nightgown slipping open as she jumped into my arms, her legs around my waist, arms around my neck and her face nuzzled into my chest. I squeeze her body closer to mine, as I hold her from her middle. “Fuck, I missed you.” She groans, her head moving from my chest and I finally take a close look at her after so long.

Her hair was pinned up messily and her face free of makeup, but I swear I’ve never seen her look more beautiful. Her smile was the light of my life, seeing that gorgeous smile could make the worst day better in the blink of an eye. “I missed you too, baby.” I smile, my eyes beginning to water and she pouts at me playfully. “Dyl, don’t cry. You’re home now. And I would say dinner is served, but you didn’t call to say you were on your way home. Do you want to order pizza?” She asks, the soft pads of her thumbs gently rubbing beneath my eyes to dry them.

I hold her wrists in my hands, nuzzling my cheek into her small hands and stroking my thumb against the back of it. “Pizza sounds good.” I smile, nodding my head slightly. A wave of tiredness washes over me and I yawn loudly into her hand. “Do you want to go take a nap? We can order food later, it’s only 7?” Y/N asks, noticing the tiredness that was written all over my face. “Can you take a nap with me?” I ask, and her smile grows. She nods her head, turning and walking away, but I grab hold of her hand- “Wait just a second.”- and pull her back to me, her chest smacking into mine. Before she could even comprehend what was happening, I was holding her soft face in my big palms and pressing my lips against hers.

Her eyes fluttered closed and slowly, she melted into the kiss; her arms wrapping around my neck as I held her by her waist. She hums against my lips, fingers teasing my hair and my hands slowly leave her cheeks, finding their way to the back of her head, my fingers tangled into her hair as I press her harder against me. I tug gently at her hair, a soft gasp slipping from her parted lips, and I take the opportunity to slither my tongue into her mouth. She groans at the action, her wet tongue massaging my own and a low whine emits from her lips.

“I thought you wanted to take a nap?” She mumbles, her words muffled by my mouth and my hands leave her hair, running down her waist until they knead her ass through the silky material of her robe. Y/N whimpers, her back arching, ass pressing harder into my hand and her chest presses closer against mine. I hum back in appreciation, squeezing her ass harder and sliding my hands beneath her robe. “But I want you more.” I growl, my hands resting beneath her thighs as I lift her from the ground.

She wraps her legs around my waist, my hands around her ass. Y/N tugs at my hair, lips messily crashing together as I carry her up the stairs, our sloppy kiss never breaking until I kick the door open, throwing her onto the bed. She lays on her back, leaning on her elbows. Her hair was sprawled out around her, her rode wide open and I stare down at her hungrily. Not wasting another second, I tore my shirt off my torso, unbuttoning my pants as they slide down my legs and I step out of them; the tent in my boxers growing.

She wiggles in the sheets, the sweet melody of her giggle erupting from her lips as I crawl between her open legs. Her hands tangle into my hair, pulling me closer to her with a smirk on her face, slowly pressing her lips against mine. I roll my hips into hers, a sexy whine echoing through the room as Y/N bucks her hips up and into mine, loving the feeling of my hard cock pressing against her panties. The harder I pressed myself into her, the wetter my boxers became, her arousal seeping through her lace. With both my hands on either side of her head, I move one down to her shoulder, my finger gently tracing over her skin as I slowly nudged her bra strap down along with the soft silk of her robe.

My lips soon followed, and I pressed featherlight kisses to the skin my finger previously touched. The back of her head fell into the pillow, her back arching into my chest as I continued to roll my hips into hers. I groan as the sudden wetness on my boxers seethed through the fabric and lubricated my cock. “Fuck, you’re absolutely dripping.” I growl, another whine leaving her lips and I pulled away from her. She looks to me with furrowed eyebrows, watching as I climbed off the bed. Her eyes train onto the aching tent in my boxers and the darkened patch of her wetness, her cheeks flushing crimson.

I tug my boxers down, a relieved sigh falling from my tongue as my cock sprung free. “Hm, baby.” Y/N whines, wetting her swollen lips as she watches me wrap my hand around my wet cock, pumping myself as I watched her absentmindedly roll her hips against the air. I release my aching erection, crawling back onto the foot of the bed. I lean over, looping my fingers into her panties and slowly pulling them down her silky legs and setting them beside me. “God, I missed your pretty little pussy, baby.” My attention fixated between her legs, the way it glistened with arousal in the dark.

I slid toward her, snaking my arms around her thighs as I pried them as far open as possible, my breath hot on her heat and she whimpered in frustration. I dip my face between her legs, my stubble scratching against her thighs and her fingers grip at my hair, her chest heaving in excitement. I look up to her through my lashes, our eyes meeting as I wink at her before shoving my face into her pussy. Y/N moans filthily, back arching and eyes fluttering closed. I flatten my tongue between her folds, teasing her entrance as I lick a stripe up to her clit, groaning at the sweet taste of her arousal. She inhales a sharp breath as I suck her clit into my warm mouth, rubbing my tongue against it as she rolls her hips into my face.

“Fuck, Dylan. That feels s-so fuc-fucking good, baby.” Her filthy moans and words caused my cock to twitch against the sheets. I release her thighs, one hand travelling down my body and I grip my cock, grunted in satisfaction as I pump myself to the pace she rolled her hips. My other hand travels between Y/N’s legs, my index finger swirling between her folds, collecting her juices and she whimpers loudly. I pull away from her pussy, my chin dripping with her arousal and her back collapses back into the bed. I crawl further up her body, my hard cock sliding through her folds, my tip grazing against her sensitive clit and she gasps.

“Open your mouth, baby.” I speak, my voice low and eyes hooded. I lift my finger to her mouth and push it past her parted lips. She clamped her mouth around my finger, sucking her wetness off it and swirling her tongue around my digit. “Oh, fuck. You’re so sexy.” I whimper, gently rolling my hips into hers, revelling in the feeling of my cock sliding through her folds. Y/N hummed around my finger, as I pull it out of her mouth and press my lips against hers feverishly.

With my lips still meshing with hers, my hand leans over the bed, opening the bedside table drawer. I disconnect our lips, looking over to the open drawer in search of a condom, but I find something else. My cock twitches at the sight, my eyes darkening as lust and desire consumes my every emotion. I grab the rubber in my hand and pull back to her, my face hovering over hers. “Did you find a condom?” Y/N asks, her voice a low whine and her hands run up and down my chest.

I stare down at her. “I found a lot more than a condom.” My voice was rough as I tried to contain my excitement. Y/N furrows her eyebrows at my words, her eyes following my hand that was by her side and when she notices what I was holding, her cheeks darken red in embarrassment. “Is this what you’ve been using to get yourself off whilst I’ve been gone? Huh? Using it and pretending it was me fucking you. Were you screaming my name, baby?” I ask, my eyebrow raised and she nods slowly, swallowing thickly. A pang of arousal shoots through me at the thought of her fucking herself with an inanimate object.

“Are you mad, daddy?” She asks slowly, noticing my sudden change in facial expression and her hand slowly creeps between our bodies until she finds the dildo by her hip. “No, kitten. Daddy’s not mad. In fact, daddy wants you to show him.” I smirk, her jaw slacking as she stares up at me in disbelief. “Be a good girl, show daddy what you did when he was away. Show daddy how you fucked your tight little pussy with it.” An uncontrollable moan shamelessly slips from her lips, her hand tightly gripping on the rubber beside her. My hand travels between our bodies, wrapping around her hand and guiding it between her legs.

She adjusts her grip on it, and I guide her hand up and down, her wetness lubricating the rubber and she moans in satisfaction. “Come on, baby. Show daddy.” I whisper, releasing her hand and pulling away from her completely. I crawl off the bed, taking her panties into my hand and sitting back in the armchair that faced the foot of the bed. I watched as Y/N touched herself, my cock throbbing at the sight of her pretty pussy smothered in her own arousal, and I wanted nothing more than to eat her out for hours, to taste her sweetness on my tongue again.

“Fuck.” Her soft whimper caught my attention, but my eyes remain gazing at her tight pussy and the way she rubbed the rubber cock between her folds. I growl at the sight, my grip on Y/N’s panties tightening before I carefully unbunch the delicate lace in my hand, holding the crotch in my palm before grabbing my cock. The wetness of her panties worked as a sweet lubricant as I began to pump myself, watching her whimper and moan. “Does that feel good, baby?” I ask her teasingly, eyes never leaving her pussy as she continues to rub herself. She hums in response, slowly dipping the rubber cock into her tight cunt and I whimper at the sight, watching as her back arched off the sheets and a filthy whine left her lips.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy.” I growl, pumping my cock faster with my bottom lip tugged between my teeth and I watch her intently. Her grasp on the dildo had tightened as she relentlessly fucked herself with it, long whines spilling from her lips and she thrusted her hips into her hand. “I want you to pretend that’s my cock, baby. Imagine it’s me fucking your wet pussy, hitting all those deep spots as I play with your clit.” I growl, turning myself on even more. Her legs begin to shake, her hand thrusting the cock into her relentlessly and a filthy whine sounds through the room. I tear my hand away from my pulsating cock, dropping her panties to the ground.

I stomped toward her, snatching the dildo out of her pussy and she shrieks in pleasure. I leave it on the bed, crawling between her legs and pressing my lips against hers harshly. She whimpers at the feeling, her legs wrapping around my legs and she pushes me off her, causing me to roll over to my side of the bed. “You fucking ass, I was- I was ab-about to cum.” She breathes frantically, trying to catch her breath and I smirk at her, watching as she straddled my waist. “But daddy didn’t say you could cum, did he?” I retort, authority laced in my voice and she pouts down at me.

My cock slid between her folds as she teasingly rolled her hips against mine. “Daddy, I want you to make me cum.” Y/N whimpers, her legs already beginning to shake. “Ride me.” I growl, her eyes lighting up with excitement and she steadies herself onto her knees, my cock standing at attention as she slowly sinks down on my length. I hiss at the feeling, her tight walls stretching out as I filled her. “Fuck, daddy you’re so big.” Y/N whines sexily, my hands gripping at her hips as I thrust up into her.

“Shit, kitten. You’re so tight, god you feel fucking amazing.” I cry out, snapping my hips into hers at a merciless pace, grunting at the feeling of her tight walls clenching around me. “Dylan, oh Dylan, that feels so good. Don’t stop!” Y/N screams, her legs shaking either side of me as her perky tits bounced at each thrust. I could’ve came at the sight, but I wanted nothing more than to feel her finish all over me. “I’m so fucking close, daddy. I’m gonna cum!” Her voice was raised, face contorted and I swear I’d ever seen her look so beautiful.

“Cum for daddy, cum all over my big cock, baby.” I encourage, thrusting harder and faster until her walls clenched around me, her warm arousal coating my cock and a pornographic moan screamed from her lungs. My eyes widen at the noise, my release following as hot spurts of cum shot through her and she slowly stopped rocking her hips against mine, lifting herself off me and crashing into the sheets. “That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, or heard.” I swallow thickly, turning to the sleepy girl as a lazy smile tugged at her lips. “Sure was, daddy.” She teases, my smile growing as I pull her into my arms.

“Can we take that nap now?” I ask after a few minutes of silence had passed. I wait for an answer, my head shifting to look down at her. Y/N was cuddled into my side, eyes slid shut as her soft breaths gently blew over my chest. I smiled down at her, sitting up slightly to pull a blanket over us and her grasp on my torso tightens subconsciously. I smile down at her, tugging the covers over us and relaxing back into her arms. My lips gently press against her hair, a satisfied, yet tired sigh leaving my lips.

“I love you, baby.” I whisper, holding her as close as I possibly could. “I love you, too, Dylan.” Her weak voice spoke and my eyes slowly fluttered closed with a content smile tugging at my lips.


feedback? // masterlist!

  • Dylan: [in front of a broken coffee maker] Who broke it?
  • Everyone: ...
  • Dylan: I’m not mad, I just wanna know.
  • Henley: ...
  • Henley: I did. I broke i-
  • Dylan: No, no you didn’t. Merritt?
  • Merritt: Don’t look at ME… look at Danny.
  • Danny: What? I didn’t break it.
  • Merritt: Huh, that’s weird. How’d you even know it was broken?
  • Danny: Because it’s sitting right in front of us and it’s broken.
  • Merritt: Suspicious.
  • Danny: No, it’s not!
  • Lula: If it matters, probably not, but Walter was the last one to use it…
  • Walter: Liar! I don’t even drink that crap!
  • Lula: Oh really? Then what were you doing by the coffee cart earlier?
  • Walter: I use the wooden stirrers to push back my cuticles, everyone knows that, LULA.
  • Henley: No, no, let’s not fight. I broke it, Dylan, let me pay for it.
  • Dylan: NO. Who broke it?
  • Danny: ...
  • Danny: Dylan? Jack's been awfully quiet-
  • Jack: REALLY.
  • Danny: Yeah, REALLY.
  • Jack: OH MY-
  • [later, as everyone’s fighting]
  • Dylan: I broke it. I got frustrated with everyone bickering and I punched it. [looks back at them fighting] Now they have to learn how to settle arguments on their own.
  • Dylan: ...
  • Dylan: Alma's going to kill me.
Time of Events On 4/20/99

11:08:14 (+):  Eric Harris is three minutes away from Columbine High School.

11:09:05 (+): Cafeteria begins to fill up with students. The propane bombs are already in place.

11:17: Bombs in the cafeteria are set to go off, but do not detonate. This is the peak time for the lunchroom to be filled with students.

11:10:14 (+): John Savage finished music class.

11:11:36 (+): Brooks goes out to smoke after creative writing class as usual, and Harris pulls into school. Brooks begins to tell him off and swear at him for missing a test and class. Harris then said to Brooks; “It doesn’t matter anymore. Brooks, I like you now. Get out of here, go home.”

11:12:48 (+): Dylan Klebold arrives at Columbine. He sets the timer for the bomb in his car.

11:15:15 (+): Neil Gardner, the Columbine High School security guard and police officer is having lunch in his car.

11:16:19 (+): Bombs in cafeteria are due to detonate in one minute. 480 students are in the lunchroom. This is almost ¼ of the school’s population. Richard Castaldo meets Rachel Scott outside on the grass. Harris and Klebold throw a pipe bomb in their direction and it barely detonates, so Richard and Rachel do not pay much attention to it.

11:17: Rachel Scott is hit and injured. One second later, Richard Castaldo is hit and paralyzed as Rachel Scott is hit again and killed.

11:17:24 (+): Daniel Rohrborough, Sean Graves and Lance Kirklin walk outside. Daniel Rohrborough is shot and killed. Sean Graves and Lance Kirklin are injured. The students in the cafeteria are curious as to what is happening and look outside windows.

11:22:39 (+): Michael Johnson is hit and injured. Mark Taylor is hit and injured. Klebold walks up to Lance Kirklin who is mumbling “help me”.Klebold leans over Lance Kirklin and replies “Sure, I’ll help you”. Lance Kirklin is shot once more and is critically injured.

11:24:03 (+): Dave Sanders realizes that someone is shooting outside. He directs the students in the cafeteria outside, and the rest hide under tables. Neil Gardner gets a call from inside the school asking for his help. He believes there is only a minor accident. Harris removes his trenchcoat. Anne Marie Hochhalter is hit by Harris and paralyzed.

11:24:20 (+): Students hear more gunshots and call the police. Panic ensues within the school, and students begin to rush out of the cafeteria.

(No time stamp): Dave Sanders goes around the school securing students in classrooms.

(before 11:30, past 11:25): Patti Nielson and Brian Anderson, are struck by bullets and flying glass when trying to walk outside. Both get up and run away. Patti Nielson runs to the library. Harris and Klebold now enter the school. Harris begins to shoot out from the school windows. Neil Garner shoots back, but nobody is hit. Harris stops shooting outside, and this marks the beginning of Harris and Klebold’s attack inside the school.

(No time stamp, but definitely prior to 11:30): Klebold and Harris shoot at running students. Stephanie Munson is shot in the ankle. She continues to run, and makes it out of the school. Patti Nielson reaches the library, covered in blood. She grabs the phone and begins to call the police. She yells at the students in the library to get under the tables, there was someone inside the school with a gun.
Harris detonates a pipe bomb in the hallways. It causes damage to the lockers surrounding it.
Dave Sanders is still trying to clear the halls with another student. They round a corner and find Klebold staring directly at them. They turn and begin to run the other way. Klebold shoots in their direction. Dave Sanders is hit in the upper back, on the shoulder blade. The students runs away. Klebold steps over Dave Sanders and points his gun ahead. When the student is nowhere to be seen, Klebold turns around once more, running off in the direction he came from.

11:26:40 (+): Student Aaron Hancey is hiding in the science classrooms. Another teacher comes in, asking if anybody does first aid. Aaron Hancey says yes, and the teacher and Aaron Hancey run across the hallways. They take passages from empty classrooms to other empty classrooms. Dave Sanders has managed to drag himself into a nearby science classroom, and has collapsed there. He is in a critical condition. He is conscious and aware of what is going on when Aaron Hancey runs into the classroom he is in. He is lying on his stomach. It is believed he is shot once. Aaron Hancey turns him onto his back gently, and quickly comes to the realization that Dave Sanders has an entry wound in each shoulder, and is bleeding heavily. Teresa Miller (teacher) attempts to call 911 but the lines are far too busy and the call does not go through. By now, there are 6 police units outside of the school either tending to wounded students, or securing the school perimeters. As per the given security rules, none of the police officers attempt to enter the school.

11:29:20 (+) the library massacre: Harris and Klebold reach the library, where they will carry out the most brutal part of their spree in seven minutes. Harris screams to the students: “GET UP!”. Nobody gets up. Klebold follows suite by screaming: “EVERYBODY WITH THE WHITE HATS-STAND.UP! THIS IS FOR ALL THE SHIT YOU’VE GIVEN US FOR THE PAST FOUR YEARS!”  When nobody gets up again, Harris yells: “FINE I’LL START SHOOTING ANYWAY” and shoots at a table. Evan Todd is hit by flying splinters. Harris and Klebold enter the library. Kyle Velasquez is not hiding under the table, but rather beside it. Klebold sees him, approaches him. Kyle Velasquez is shot and killed immediately. Once Harris and Klebold are halfway into the library, they come into John Savage’s view and begin to reload their guns. Harris states to Klebold: “Let’s go kill some cops.” They head to the library windows and shoot down at the cops. This begins another firing session between the cops and Harris/Klebold. Once again, nobody was hit and eventually Klebold retreats and begins to find other students to kill. Klebold spots three students hiding under a table; Makai Hall, Daniel Steepleton, Patrick Ireland. He shoots and wounds them, but they are not critically injured. Harris then retreats from the police fire. Harris shoots under a desk where students Steven Curnow and Kasey Ruegsegger are taking cover. Steven Curnow is hit and instantly killed. Kasey Ruegsegger is injured. Eric Harris tells Kasey “Quit your bitching” before walking off. Cassie Bernall is hiding under another desk. Harris tabs on top of her desk three times. She diverts her attention to the open side of the desk where Harris crouches down, says “peek-a-boo” and kills Cassie Bernall at point blanc range. The gun recoils and slams into Harris’ nose, breaking it as his back slams into the desk beside him. As he stands up, touches the blood running from his nose, He discovers another female student hiding behind a chair. He asks her if she wants to die, she shakes her head saying no. He then begins to tell her: “we’re all going to die anyway. We’re going to blow up the school.” before walking away. Klebold shoots Patrick Ireland once again. Klebold kneels down in front of Isaiah Shoels, and shouts: “Reb, there’s a nigger over here”. Klebold grabs his leg, and Harris shoots Isaiah Shoels, kiling him instantly. Klebold begins to laugh, and then shoots under a desk. Matthew Ketcher is hit and killed instantly. In the science room, Aaron Hancey is struggling to keep Dave Sanders conscious. He began to show Dave Sanders photos from his wallet to keep him talking. Harris throws a pipe bomb under a desk but Makai Hall throws it away before it denotes. It detonates, and people scream. Harris tells the student that the “school is fucking dead”. He begins to shoot at books and glass cases. Klebold spots Mark Kingten under a desk and shoots him, injuring him. He then moves on to another table, and shoots under it. Valeen Schnurr and Lisa Kreutz are injured by the same bullet. Klebold kicks a chair out of the way and shoots under a desk, hitting and killing Lauren Townsend. Harris calls the crying girls pathetic. Harris walks quickly over to another table, shooting it without looking. He hits and injures both Nicole Nowlen and John Tomlin. Klebold, who is following behind Harris, shoots John Tomlin again and kills him. Harris leans up and shoots another table, hitting and killing Kelly Fleming. Lisa Kreutz is hit again, but survives. Jeanna Park is hit and injured. Harris walks over to the table John Savage is hiding under. He asks him “who is under there? Identify yourself” while pointing the gun at him. John replies with his first name in attempts to show respect. Klebold steps up behind Harris and says “John Savage?” John Savage replies “yeah”. Harris walks away as John Savage peeks his head out of the side of the table. He calmly asks Klebold “Hey Dylan, what are you doing?” Klebold sighs and replies “Oh, just killing people.” John Savage, not knowing what to reply, simply says “oh”. John Savage takes a breath and asks Klebold “are you going to kill me?” and Klebold, because of the fire alarms, replies “what?” John Savage restates his question. Klebold takes a breath, considering the possibilities while staring directly at John Savage. He then replies “no man. Just get out of here. Just run…” John Savage doesn’t move. “Run” Klebold repeats. Once again, John Savage does not move, unknowing of whether this was a joke and he would be killed. Klebold looks around and then yells “RUN!” John Savage gets up and sprints out of the library, through the halls, and makes it out of the school safely and uninjured. Meanwhile, Harris walks over to Daniel Mauser’s desk. Daniel Mauser sees Eric Harris and kicks the chair in front of him into Harris in hopes of defending himself. However, Harris manages to shoot Daniel Mauser, and he is killed instantly. Klebold rapid fires with his TEC-9 under a table, hitting and injuring Corey DePooter and Austin Eubanks. Harris shoots under the same table seconds after Klebold, hitting and killing Corey DePooter and injuring Jennifer Doyle. Corey DePooter is the last one to be killed in the entire massacre other than Harris and Klebold themselves. As Klebold and Harris walk away, Klebold remarks that they should “start knifing people-that would be more fun.” The 7 minute killing spree in the library has ended. Harris lights a bomb and throws it behind him, and it detonates but does not injure anybody. Klebold walks up to the desk Evan Todd is hiding under. Evan Todd is wearing his white baseball cap. Klebold threatens and shoots behind him to taunt Evan Todd, but does not kill him. Harris proposes for the two of them to go down to the commons, and Klebold tells him he has one more thing to do. In a rage he grabs a chair, smashes it against a computer, knocking it off the desk. Both of them then leave the library.

11:36: 14 (+): Harris and Klebold leave the library. They walk aimlessly around the school, shooting at lockers and classrooms. Klebold and Harris reload their firearms and see students in classrooms, but do not make a move to kill them.

11:44:27 (+): Harris is seen on security footage kneeling down on the stairs of the cafeteria, and shoots in attempt to detonate a propane bomb as Klebold walks down the stairs.

11:45 (+): Harris is seen on security footage drinking a soda left on one of the tables as Klebold is seen throwing a molotov cocktail. It detonates and sets fire to the cafeteria.

11:56:18 (+): The water sprinklers in the cafeteria set off and extinguishes the fire. Harris and Klebold walk through the cafeteria.

11:57: The security camera captures the “iconic” photo of Eric Harris and Dylan Klebold.

12:02:13: Klebold and Harris enter the library once more. They reload their weapons, and shoot out the windows aimlessly once more. Once the police fires back, they sit down and hide, staring into the darkness.

12:08:13: Harris and Klebold both die from self inflicted gunshot wounds to the head. Their bodies are found just a few steps away from their victims.

3:00: Dave Sanders dies as the police reach him.

Jealousy - Smut

Originally posted by titsonafish100

Author: @dumbass-stilinski
Rating: NSFW 18+
Pairing: Dylan O’Brien/Reader
Words: 1,952
AN: Okay so this was spurred on by the teaser for the teaser trailer for AmAs, I had so many feelings and I just wanted to die and also fuck Dylan so here you go? Sorry not sorry. Also I didn’t edit this well so I apologize for any mistakes.


Dylan arrived home to an empty house, his eyes drooping due to jet lag. It was a long flight, but he was glad to be home. He was early, wanting to surprise you, but it seemed like you weren’t there. His suspicions were confirmed when he saw your makeup littering the bathroom counter. He wasn’t mad, of course, glad you were going out and having fun when he wasn’t around. He hated to think you’d be cooped up in the house alone without him.

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Not Strangers Anymore (Part 2)

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Warnings: swearing, plain ol’ sex, making out (again, is it even a warning??)

A/N: OH MY GOD!!! First of all, I am so glad you all liked Not Strangers Anymore. That got over 200 notes!! I am so proud of myself. And, I got a bunch of new followers, so thank you for that. Many of you asked for a Part 2 so here you go. If you want me to continue to write for Dylan and his other characters, please let me know. XOXO

P.S. If you haven’t see Dylan in The First Time, go watch it right now! It is amazing.

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The Gun Range

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Author: @ninja-stiles

Words: 3863

Author’s Note: My friend Sam had given me this idea and I absolutely loved it, so I wrote it. This is like so cute and I’m so in love with it and I hope you guys end up loving it as well! She ( @lovelydob ) had also proofread this for me as well!



I grabbed my laundry basket, phone in hand as I walked into the laundry room. I placed my phone on the dryer, glancing over at it as I waited for Dylan to call me. I opened the washing machine lid, throwing my clothes into it after I had put my detergent into it. I set the basket on the dryer, picking my phone up before heading into the kitchen.

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MASTERLIST

Originally posted by papioncufunditanebuna

*Stiles Stilinski:
- ‘JEALOUS‘.
- ‘HIDDEN FEELINGS.
- ‘NIGHTMARES’. (PART 1; PART 2; PART 3).
- ‘SO COLD’. (PART 1; PART 2).
- ‘EVIL SPIRIT’. (Void Stiles).
- ‘TAKEN’.
- ‘NIGHT RIDE.
- ‘FAMILY’. (Void Stiles).
PROTECT HER’.
- ‘BADASS GIRLFRIEND’.
- ‘LET HER GO’.
- ‘HERE FOR YOU’.
- ‘HOW TO SAVE A LIFE’.

*Dylan O’Brien:
- ‘DANCE WITH MY FATHER’.

*Scott McCall:
- ‘THE PAST’.
- ‘A BREAK’.
- HEART BEATS’.

*Theo Raeken:
- ‘PROMISE’.
- ‘PAIN’.

*Isaac Lahey:
- ‘FIGHT BACK’. (PART 1; PART 2).
- ‘A NOBODY’.

*Derek Hale:
- ‘THE WRONG DEREK’.

*More:
- ‘GHOST RIDERS’. (PART 1; PART 2).

A Chance Encounter: Chapter Seven - Dylan O’Brien

Author: @susybird

Relationship: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Description: Fluff, just fluff this time! Hanging out at Dylan’s place, you meet some of his friends and discover his talent for music.

Word Count: 2417

Author’s Note: This chapter was a pain to write so I hope you enjoy it!!! Thank you to my girl @redstringlovers for always having my back and for proof reading!!!

Please come and chat to me about what you thought… seriously any feedback is welcome. Also let me know if you want a tag for this series or if you want to be added to my Forever Tag! Enjoy my loves :)

Chapter Six - Chapter Eight


Chapter Seven

Originally posted by summeries

I woke slowly, basking in the sun streaming in from the window, stretching luxuriously on top of the bed. I opened my eyes and froze, disorientated by my surroundings. This wasn’t my bedroom and it definitely wasn’t my bed.

I half sat up, finally placing where I was and relaxed slightly, as I stared around the room that was distinctly Dylan’s. My eyes wandered over the Met’s paraphernalia scattered along the walls and came to rest on a picture of Dylan and Tyler Posey, making me smile at the very adorable best friends.

“You are beautiful.” A soft voice came from the doorway. I looked over to see Dylan, dressed now in sweatpants and a t-shirt, leaning against the doorpost, his dark gaze fixed on me.

I leant back on my elbows, a part of me wanting to cover myself in a sheet. The other half, however, revelled in Dylan’s gaze taking in every inch of my naked body, a look of awe and longing on his face.

I patted the bed next to me. “How about you take off those pants and join me?”

Dylan made a sound that was half chuckle and half groan, as he ran his fingers through his hair and licked his lips. He walked over to the side of the bed, leaning over and planting a passionate kiss on my smiling mouth.

“As tempting as that sounds, my friends will be here in about ten minutes,” he murmured, running a hand down the side of my face, cupping my cheek and kissing me a second time.

“Oh my god.” I shot upright, almost slapping Dylan in the face with my boob. “Are you serious? Clothes, I need clothes.”

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Old friends (Dylan)

Words: 1933

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of Columbine

Request: Ok i hve a request! Can you make one after 4/20 where you were dylan’s gf and you’ve been so depressed after the massacre so one night while home you see dylan and he’s like i have one night to spend time with you and you guys talk & kiss & stuff SORRY THIS IS A MESS BUT LOVE U

A/N: AHHHH LOVE U TOO NONNIE ALSO THIS IS REALLY LONG LMAO AND I GOT A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY BUT I TRIED TO GET YOUR REQUEST AS ACCURATE AS POSSIBLE


Half of the people who came over kept saying that it would be a quick recovery, the other half kept saying that she was bad for getting hung up over it.

“Oh he killed people! He killed your friends, how are you sad?”

“He’s a monster, why do you miss him? Are you crazy too?”

Internally, (Y/N) wanted to get over it, be able to stand up proudly and talk about who he really was, but every time his face came to her mind, she would choke on her breath, beginning to sob into her sweater again. She was angry at him, she was so mad, but not for the reasons she should have been. She was mad that he had left her all alone, with everybody upset with her for something she didn’t do. She was mad that he didn’t think to warn her, he didn’t have a way to tell her that things weren’t okay with him.

And then she was sad, sad that this was the end for him, that he wasn’t going to do all the stuff that he talked about. When he talked about it, he spoke with a dreamy sense, as if his future was going to be the most ethereal experience that anybody had ever experienced.

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Jealous Boys & Dressing Rooms

*Thanks for the request anon. I hope you like it!*

Pairing: Thomas-Brodie Sangster x Reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Smut, Cursing, Oral (Girl on Boy), Daddy Kink (Kind of)

      I smiled and called Thomas as soon as I got to the set of the Death Cure. “Hey Baby” I felt my face heat up at his words. We’ve been together for one year and I still haven’t gotten used to him using pet names.

“Hey, umm I’m up front where do I go now?” I asked. “I’ll come get you, just stay there.” He sounded so eager it made me giggle. I mumbled a quick okay and hung up waiting for him. I stood there going through twitter. I was glad that the majority of his fans were very supportive of us. I barely got any hate. It wasn’t long before I felt a strong pair of arms wrap around me from behind. If I didn’t know any better, I would’ve probably freaked out and started punching everywhere but these arms are like no other.

“Miss me?” He whispered in my ear. His hot breath sent shivers down my spine and made my knee’s go weak. “I always miss you” I said, smiling softly. He chuckled and spun me around so he could peck my lips. “I always miss you too baby now let’s go.” I giggled as he pulled me to the back where the rest of the guys were. “(Y/N)!!!!” I looked over and saw Kaya running over to me. “Oh I’ve missed you! Thomas and the rest of the guys get so annoying” A chorus of “Hey’s” Erupted from behind me and I laughed. “I don’t doubt you.” I said and Thomas came up behind me “You don’t think I’m annoying when my head’s in between your le-“I clamped my hand over his mouth and Kaya laughed. “I’ll leave you two alone” She said and ran over to Will and Ki Hong.

“Why are always so inappropriate?” I asked as he slid his arms around my waist. “How can I not be? Have you seen yourself? And this dress you’re wearing…. It’s doing things to me” I blushed and he hid his face in my neck leaving soft “innocent” kisses. I wish it could go further but we were at his job and there were at least a hundred people around. So I giggled and pushed him off me “Don’t you have scenes to film?” I asked raising and eyebrow. “The only thing I want to film is you” I threw my head back laughing. “You’re so cheesy, go back to work.” He groaned and pecked my lips before running back to the rest of the guys.

I was on my phone for like five minutes when I felt someone stand next to me. I looked up to see Dylan smiling down at me. “Oh hey Dyl, what’s up?” He smirked “Oh you know, just standing next to the most beautiful girl ever” I chuckled and blushed at his words. “Thomas is going to kill you… Literally” He chuckled and placed a hand on my shoulder. From the corner of my eye I could see a very angry looking Thomas along with and amused Ki Hong. Dylan let his fingertips roam up and down my arm and I saw how red Thomas was getting. “Dylan, you know I’m with Thomas” He hummed in response. “Yeah well, what Thomas doesn’t know won’t hurt him.” I was actually shocked. Did he really just say that? What the fuck? I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t even notice him leaning in. “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON HERE?!?!?!” To say he looked furious was an understatement. “Hey dude chill I was just messing aro- “Dylan didn’t get to finish because his mouth connected with Thomas’ fist. I’ve never seen him this upset before. I should’ve stopped Dylan earlier. Fuck.

“Thomas I’m- “I started but he cut me off “I don’t wanna hear it. Just go.” And with that he ran off to his dressing room. “(Y/N) …… He’s just upset” Kaya said. Will and Dexter took Dylan to get cleaned up. “I know I’m gonna go talk to him…” I murmured and walked towards his dressing room. I slowly opened the door to reveal a shirtless Thomas throwing things all over the place. I felt tears prick at my eyes. “Babe…” I whispered and his head snapped up towards me. “What the fuck are you doing here? Go help Dylan” Hate dripped from every word he spoke and I felt my heart breaking. His stare was cold but I decided to be bold and walk over to him. He didn’t say anything when I placed my hand on his shoulder. He just stared at me blankly. “You know I love you…… So why are you acting like this?” As soon as that left my mouth he snapped again and had me pinned against the wall in seconds. “Why do I act this way?! How can I not act this way when that bastard had his hands all over you!? And to make it even better you didn’t fucking do anything!” I flinched at his tone but he had every right. “How can I believe you love me, if you don’t stop shit like that from happening?” His voice cracked and it made my heart break even more. If that was possible. An idea popped into my head and I had to hide my smirk. He still had me pinned against the wall, His face so close to mine. I slowly moved my lips to his ears. “I’m sorry Daddy…. Let me show you how much I love you.” I smiled to myself when he started to relax. “You’ve been a bad girl.” He murmured looking at me. “And bad girls need to be punished. Knee’s. Now.” His voice was stern and hard but his eyes gave away every emotion he was feeling. I quickly dropped to my knees and he slid his jeans down along with his boxers. I suppressed a moan and took him into my hand pumping him slowly. He moaned softly and I moved faster. After a few moments of just using my hand on him I ran my tongue over his tip and he threw his head back. I took more of him in and started bobbing my head, using my hand to pump whatever couldn’t fit into my mouth. Low moans left his mouth as he watched me. I looked up at him innocently threw my eyelashes and he pulled me up. “Fuck…” He muttered before crashing his lips onto mine. There was nothing sweet and slow about what was happening. I was his and he was making sure I knew that. He pulled off my top when I slid down my jeans and underwear, leaving me in only my bra.

Thomas took a step back admiring my body before he went and sat on the couch. He pulled me down and positioned me so I was bent over his knee.  Without warning his hand connected with my ass. I bit down on my lip hard. “That one was for letting him touch you” He smoothed his hand over the redness before spanking it again, and again, and again. I moaned out loud. He was never like this and it was so hot. Once he was finished I sat up straddling him. “I need you…” I whimpered. He smirked and laid on the couch. “Ride me.” I positioned myself over him before slowly sliding down on him. I moaned loud as he entered me.

I started grinding on him slowing which cause made him close his eyes in pleasure. After a few seconds I started moving faster. His name left my lips in breathy moans. “Fuck (Y/N) Like that. Oh Fuck Yes.” A smirk formed on my lips and I began bouncing up and down. “Fuck…” He hissed and flipped us over. His lips found my neck and he kept thrusting into me hard. He sucked on any skin he found. There would be some very visible hickeys by the time we were done. “Can Dylan make you feel like this?” He asked thrusting into me deeper. I shook my head unable to form words. “Fucking answer me” He kept pounding into me and to make it worse he brought his thumb down to rob my clit.

“Answer me (Y/N) or I won’t let you come” I moaned out as he applied more pressure. “No! He can’t” Thomas smirked. “Who’s making you feel so good baby girl?” I felt it coming. Oh Fuck “You are!” I could tell he was close too, considering how sloppy his thrusts were getting “And who am I?” He asked again “Say it (Y/N) Say It” He thrusted into me again hitting my g-spot. Oh fuck All I saw was white and my back arched. “Oh Fuck Daddy! Only you make me feel like this!” I moaned out as I rode out my high. I heard him mutter “Fuck that was hot” Before he came inside of me.

Thomas literally collapsed on top of me. We were both sweaty and breathing heavily. “I love you… I’m sorry” I whispered raking my fingers through his hair. He smiled and place a soft kiss on my neck. “I love you too… I’ll try not to be so jealous next time.”  I giggled, “Or maybe I should make you jealous more often”