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theinternetisfulloftrash · 2 years

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Collision Course Coachella

Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader (Female) Synopsis: The last person you expect to see dancing his way around the Coachella venue right in front of you is Dylan O'Brien, but sometimes the universe just puts you in the right place at the right time. Tags: Coachella, Dancing, Semi-Public Sex, Slow-Burn, Protected and Unprotected sex (this is fantasy...be safe) Rating: Explicit (obviously) Author's Note: You wanted it, I stayed up all night to give it to ya ;) It's juicy, and I've decided to turn it into a limited series due to popular demand! A three-part saga of the weekend the reader and Dylan spend together at Coachella 2022. Index: Day 1 / Day 2 / Day 3

Day 1: Colliding (Reader POV)

There’s no fucking shot that’s Dylan O’Brien? Not a chance. There’s no way? Holy shit. Holy shit, wait. It is . It fucking is! You couldn’t help the blush that immediately flooded your cheeks when the realization set in entirely.

He was walking with friends through a concession area when he started dancing to Run the Jewels that was blasting from the Mojave stage nearby, as his friends laughed and recorded him. His shirt was entirely unbuttoned and somehow the fact that it was lazily hanging from his body was more sinful looking than if he’d actually been shirtless.

You were honestly trying not to stare, but to be fair? He was making a bit of a spectacle of himself, so you felt you were well within your rights as a human to be ogling. You weren’t the only one watching him, but you might have been the only one to recognize him.

He spun around a final time and laughed, clapping his friend on the back as they headed off toward the cantina and beer barn.

You smiled to yourself. A celebrity sighting while you were on a bathroom run. What a fun story to tell your friends when you made it back to the Gobi stage. You were checking out TOKiMONSTA before heading to the main stage for the rest of the evening. You looked over your shoulder one last time at Dylan and his group of friends before you headed back to meet up with your own.

“Where the hell have you been?” your friend yelled at you as she bobbed along to the music when you finally make it back to her. “I thought you just had to pee? Did you get lost?”

“Relax!” you yelled back, unamused. “I got…distracted,” you said, waving your arms dismissively before you tucked yourself in next to your friend.

“What?”

“I’ll text you!” you said, gesturing to your phone. You looked down at the screen and opened your message history with her and typed out a brief synopsis of the events of the last fifteen minutes. You watched her eyes bug out of her head before she looked up at you.

You pressed your lips together and raised your brows before you nodded.

“No way! No! Where!?”

You pointed to your phone and sent another message. It was easier than burning through your voice and yelling over the music.

You: He was just vibing with friends? Over by beer barn.

Her: We’re going. Now.

“No!” you yelled at her and then looked back down at your phone.

You: Absolutely fucking not. I’m not gonna be one of those weirdos. He did look fucking hot though.

Her: I bet. I’m fucking mad. I’ve never been more disappointed in my bladder.

You: Next time don’t tell me to find it myself.

She looked up at you and rolled her eyes before she flipped you off.

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Much love everyone! I hope I don't let anyone down. I know this shit was in high demand. It's 10 AM and I haven't slept, but the Coachella smut now exists in the world. Be a dear and let me know if you liked it (or didn't, honestly). Feedback, that's all I'm askin' for. This thing was a labour of insanity, and your feedback always makes it worth it :) -Trashy xoxox

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teenwolves-ahead · 6 years

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stiles imagine - s6ish

Queue 1 - this is a sneak peek (please send feedback if you are excited or nah, i am pretty much bricking it ngl)

(i have work in like six hours but the power went out and i didn’t save it before leaving to walk the dog, so i lost the original lmao but it’ll be up tomorrow, i promise, i’m sorry for it being late again)

anywayyyy - i hope this makes you excited for the whole imagine :))

The wind continued to whip past you as you leaned your head on your arm, watching the reserve go by. If you would have relaxed your eyes, you would have seen the trees dripping with blood, but you had seen that in your nightmares before and didn’t wish to see it again. Not that your conscious mind realised this.

“How much farther?” you asked your mum sitting beside you, two hands on the steering wheel.

“About five minutes,” she smiled, “I can see the house, don’t worry.”

“I’m not,” you shrugged, turning back to the other side of the road, only having lost the trees. Instead, they were replaced with a group sitting in the front garden of a house, a stationary powder blue jeep sticking out. “Mom, stop,” you suddenly reached out, putting your hand on your mum’s arm as she slammed on the brakes. You blinked, the powder blue jeep disappearing with the group.

“Y/n, sweetie, what?” you stopped staring and turned back to your mum.

“Sorry, I thought I saw-“ cutting off, you should your head letting out a small scoff. “Nothing, I’m sorry.”

It was tough to change schools halfway through senior year, but at least you would be safe. Or at least, that’s what your mother kept telling herself.

“Oh, Lydia!” the receptionist called out behind you, a redhead turning at the sound of her name. “Hi, could you help Y/n around the school?” she asked, shooting the girl a smile as you grabbed your crutches, getting up from your seat.

She showed you around school, like she was asked, but her head wasn’t in it. You were used to people asking about how you got a prosthetic leg, but she didn’t even do that. She was odd.

“And this is the cafeteria-“

“Are you okay?” you asked, turning fully to her on your crutches.

“I’m sorry?” she asked, finally looking at you.

“Are you all right? You’re a little distant. I’m not sure anyone’s ever been this disinterested in a school tour,” you chuckled. “I know it’s boring, you know your way around and everything, but I thought at least the sight of food would bring you back to yourself,” you smiled, making Lydia sigh and force a smile on her own face.

“I’m so sorry. I’m not usually like this,” she tried to explain. You shrugged, making her stop avoiding your eyes and instead, she turned to you. “Anything you’re interested in?” she asked.

“Actually, I’m interested in AP biology, and if you guys have a shop class?”

You could tell she found it weird, but instead of laughing at you, she nodded, smiled, and turned around, leading you to the biology classroom.

“Mrs-“

“Lydia!” you both turned, mostly because Lydia whipped around so fast you were scared she’d have whiplash or something. “Lydia-“

“What’s up, Scott?” she hardly opened her mouth, pushing the words out forcefully to make him realise you were there.

So she couldn’t detect the supernatural.

“Who’s this?” the boy straightened up, not even heaving. Wasn’t he running just before?

“This is-“

“Y/n, newly resident necromancer, I believe. And you’d be Scott McCall,” you replied, both of their eyes widening, staring at you wordlessly. “What, you think only werewolves know about the True Alpha of the century?” you chuckled, taking the few steps to lean against the wall, where you rested the crutches against it and took the weight off your prosthetic leg. “Please tell me you’re kidding,” you said as they just continued to stare. “You don’t even know what a necromancer is, do you?”

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justy-n · 7 years

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Birthday

Title:Birthday

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Stiles yelped when his girlfriend was suddenly leaping onto his back, stumbling slightly and shooting his hands out to grab the back of her legs before she could fall to the floor. "God, YN, what are you-"

"Happy birthday!" Y/N exclaimed with a bright smile, nuzzling her nose into the crook of his neck and planting a kiss there.

Stiles grinned. "You remembered."

"Of course I did, you idiot. I'd never forget your birthday." Y/N hummed, giving his neck a soft squeeze before sliding off his back and wrapping her arms around his waist from behind.

The brunette boy smiled, turning around in her arms so he could wrap his own around her and gently press her into the lockers at her back. "Thank you." he hummed, pressing his lips tenderly to hers.

Y/N sighed quietly into his mouth, draping an arm around his neck and gently tangling her fingers into his hair. "You are so welcome." she murmured when she pulled away, rubbing a hand up and down his side. "What do you want to do today? After school I mean. We can do anything you want."

Y/N arched an eyebrow. "We literally had one last night."

"Hey, it's my birthday!"

The girl groaned playfully, resting her forehead against his chest. "Alright, fine. I guess that can be arranged." she murmured, looking up at him as her arms tightened around his waist.

"Good." Stiles smiled, pressing his lips against her forehead.

"God, get a room." Liam rolled his eyes as he opened his locker, which happened to be right next to the one Y/N was currently pinned against.

Stiles glared. "Bite me, Dunbar."

"Sorry, but it's weird. It's like watching my parents make out." The freshmen wrinkled his nose.

Y/N laughed, detaching herself from her boyfriend so she could drape her arms around the 15 year old. "Awe, sweetie, are we cramping your style?" she cooed teasingly.

"Cut it out." Liam said, swatting at her arms, but laughing nonetheless. "Happy birthday, by the way." he said, nodding over at Stiles.

"Thanks, runt." Stiles said, returning the nod.

"How heartwarming." Y/N deadpanned, and Stiles rolled his whiskey colored eyes, pulling the girl back into his arms.

"You love me." he hummed.

"Seriously, you guys are gross, go into the janitor's closet or something." Liam rolled his baby blues before shutting his locker and retreating down the hall.

"Eh, you're okay." Y/N teased, wrapping her arms around his waist and pressing her ear against his chest. Stiles only smiled, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as he wrapped her up into his arms.

Y/N shrugged, raising her eyebrows up at her boyfriend. "I mean, I'm down if you are." she said, tipping her head to the side.

Stiles grinned, shaking his head. "You're horrible."

"But you love me." The girl smiled, rubbing her hands up and down his back.

"Yeah, I do." The brunette boy hummed, pressing his lips to hers once again. "I love you a lot."

"I love you too." Y/N murmured against his lips. "Happy birthday."

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I'm a horrible person for not posting ik. Thanks to a friend for the help on this 💚💚. Request guys 💗

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unholyree · 7 years

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Caught

Dylan O’Brien smut

warnings: masturbation, oral (male receiving), messy stuff !!

request: no

It was evening already, the were skies covered with darkness and streetlights illuminated the pavements seeing no sign of vehicles. You maneuvered your way to your driveway where you caught a glimpse of Dylan’s automobile.

Once you pulled over beyond the area, you clutched your bag of groceries and trudged your way to the front door fumbling your bag for the keys. “Dylan I’m home.” You addressed though obtaining no response.

Before questioning if Dylan was here you proceeded to your kitchen placing the groceries on the counter, arranging the varieties of snacks on it’s designated cupboard. After a long day, you decided to take a nice lukewarm bath to get rid of any tension in your body.

You headed upstairs, thinking about how you would accomplish a relaxing night though halting halfway as you heard faint moans coming from the other side of your room. Immediately you thought Dylan might be cheating on you with another girl, but a faint moan of your name was subsequent.

You peeped on a small gap, taking a glimpse of Dylan, but instead of him accompanied by a girl he was in solitary. “Fuck Y/N, you make me hard.” You saw as he moaned out those terms. Again, you observed as he was sat in his favored chair, in front of the computer – there you concluded that he was certainly masturbating.

The moans didn’t halt, it kept proceeding, each getting louder. You saw Dylan’s brows arch, his lips form, and droplets of sweat cast on his forehead. “Keep doing that kitten,” Dylan moaned, throwing his head back out of delight.

“Keep doing what daddy?” You decided to interrupt, plastering a smirk on your face. “Y/N,” Dylan uttered, leaving a staggered expression. “I can explain..” When you proceeded in the room, your view was Dylan’s sprung out dick. His hands were on the air attempting to look innocent and irreproachable, but his face screeches obscene and vulgar. “I thought you wouldn’t be back for until a few hours.” He explained.

“Well,” You began to unbutton your top as you stepped in front of Dylan, “Daddy has been naughty tonight.”

Then pulling your shirt over your head, revealing your black lace bra, you were left with your tight leather skirt that hugged your curves and that’s when Dylan instantly became aroused again.

You leaned towards Dylan’s ear whispering.“Kitten wasn’t happy when she saw daddy pleasing himself.”

With one swift move, your lips crashed against Dylan’s pink, soft ones. Your ass was sat on his lap while your hands tugged the hem of Dylan’s black shirt, immediately pulling it over his head revealing his toned muscles and biceps.

Dylan’s tongue found it’s way in your mouth, which drove you insane as both tongues fought over it’s dominance – ending with Dylan winning. His hands slid its way on the hook of your lacy bra, unhooking it and removing the piece of fabric leaving your chest exposed.

When your plump lips left Dylan’s soft ones, yours began leaving trails of kisses down to the crook of his neck where you gently nibbled and sucked leaving outlined bruises. You descended leaving more trails of kisses on his torso an stomach until you reached his V-line.

Once you were on your knees your hand wrapped around Dylan’s cock stiffening the grip around it. Gently, you began stroking it while it immediately had an affect on Dylan already. You slowly lowered your face onto the tip of his dick teasingly licking the pre-cum on it. You continued to tease him by indulging only his tip, swirling your tongue over it making Dylan groan, “Fuck, kitten.”

You began to bob your head halfway on his dick, trying to adjust your mouth with his size, while you stroked the other half with one of your hands. Dylan’s response to the pleasure you were giving was by pulling the strands of your hair, which you always found satisfying and hot.

When you fully adjusted to Dylan’s cock, you made support by placing your hands over Dylan’s thighs while your head bobbed upwards and downwards. You looked up, batting your eyelashes at Dylan while he threw his head back moaning, “Keep going, kitten.” Dylan brushed your hair on one side revealing your forehead full of droplets of sweat already. And now as Dylan’s hands were on the back of your head, he exerted an amount of force making you gag once his dick reached the back of your mouth. “That’s so fucking hot, kitten.” Dylan got up from his chair, while you removed your mouth from his dick revealing dripping saliva all over his dick. Both of you continued where Dylan placed his hands on the back of your neck and began mouth fucking you.

After a few more sweet moans coming out from Dylan’s lips, you felt his cock twitch. “Daddy’s so fucking close, kitten.” You knew Dylan was at the verge of his orgasm once his grip became tighter around your scalp and harshly pulled the strands of your hair whilst moaning, “Fuck I’m gonna cum.” White substance began gushing out of his tip, your mouth trying to catch a few while some landed on your face and your chest.

From now you both were a hot mess, your body was all full of Dylan’s cum while Dylan was on the state of trying to recover from releasing. His breathing being irregular and face fell a fatigue look while his heart was beating rapidly.

You looked at the result, seeing the bruises on his neck, the lipstick stains all over his face, and the messy hair that looked ever so perfect and all was satisfying to look at.

“You are so hot, Y/N.” Dylan breathed out, plastering a faint smirk on his face while trying to get sufficient air.

Dylan slid his arms around you pulling you against his chest and carrying you up to the bed, under the covers, planting kisses on your forehead and cheeks. “Round two? My turn.”

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justy-n · 7 years

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Dylan O’Brien Imagine

Author: @proufoundly-stilinski

Title: Stress

Characters: Reader, Dylan O’Brien

Author’s Note: I loved writing this! This was my first imagine and I hope you guys liked it!

Summary: You feel horrible after letting your thoughts get the best of you.

“Babe? You gonna eat?” Your fiance Dylan asked you, zoning you out of your thoughts. You were both currently sat at the table, after Dylan came home from filming. You were 5 months pregnant and you felt like a whale. You couldn’t tie your own shoes, run, hell you could barely walk. You felt useless, having to ask Dylan to do everything for you. You know it was stressful for your 26 year old spouse, with you being pregnant and him filming all the time, all he did was worry for you.

“(Y/N)? Baby whats wrong.” He questioned, shooting you a goofy smile.There he goes again. Worrying about you. He doesn’t deserve this. The stress was clearly taking effect on him, you could see dark rings forming around his eyes.

You shook your head with a smile back,”Nothing love. Just thinking.”

He raised his eyebrows,signalling for you to continue. You shook your head, wanting to rid this conversation before it became over the top.

“C’mon, you can trust me. Whats on that beautiful mind of yours?” He reassured reaching across the table to rub your knuckles. You decided to crack and tell him, yet slightly beat around the bush.

“Dyl, are you stressed?” You inquired, looking at you guys’ now intertwined fingers.

“Babe, what does this have to do with you? Are you stressed? You know thats not good for you or the baby right? Am I stressing you out?” He rambled, eyes lacing with concern and confusion.

“I could ask you the same thing...” You mumbled, sighing lightly.

“Wait, you don’t think your stressing me out do you?” He asked looking at you. He pulled your chair directly in front of his and pulled your chin up so your eyes could meet his. “Answer me.” He demanded with a soft voice, as though he was afraid he was going to make you cry. I mean, its not the first time he’s made you cry accidentally. “(Y/N), I don’t mind taking care of you. Your on my mind 24/7 babygirl. If I have to take care of you the rest of our lives just to make sure we stay together I will.”

“But I don’t like that,Dyl.I-”

“I know you don’t like it. That's something I admire greatly about you. Your selfless and independent. You hate being pampered or taken care of but baby, I made it my job to take care of you when I first laid eyes on you. Because whether you like it or not your vulnerable because your so sweet. You can’t help that, but I can. So please sweetheart, let me take care of you. And our little one.” He said with a smile rubbing your stomach lightly, but never breaking eye contact. His eyes shined with adoration and love as he stared at you gently.

His words caused tears to from in your eyes as you clenched them shut hoping to stop them from escaping but failing. “Hey, hey don’t cry. You know I hate seeing you cry. Open those big beautiful eyes for me pumpkin.” He cooed, cupping your cheek. His words melted your heart, as you became putty in his hands. His pet names for you were silly, but they meant the world to you. He pulled you on his lap and slowly rocked you.

You tried to speak, but you voices seemed lost. “Shhh- Its ok. No words. Just smiles and dry eyes angel.” He hushed, placing a light kiss on your forehead. Time like these really made you wonder how you got so lucky.

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