#trashy dylan gifs

[theinternetisfulloftrash]

Dylan O'Brien for Ami Paris 2023

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien ami paris #ami paris spring summer 2023 campaign #ami paris #dylan does modeling #model era dylan #I needed these and was impatient #I'm working on some of the smaller frames #but the video quality drops and it makes for worse gifs #but the laugh one needs to exist... so I'm doin it #trashy gifs

[dobshands]

I want to see Dylan shoot his load in his own mouth. 🤭

Mood.

#that would be impressive #and i'd probs pay to see it #i can't lie #dylan o'brien #load anon from trashy's? is that u? #hahahaha #anon ask #ask

[smartycvnt]

Girls Like Us

Title: Girls Like Us Pairing: Norma Bates x Reader Summary: One of Dylan's friends drops by for some help, but ends up spending most of her time with Norma. NR WC: 1586

The stench of cigarette smoke from the club clung to Y/n's being miles away from it. She was determined to leave it all behind, and Dylan had offered her the perfect out. His mother needed help running her motel, and Y/n needed a job. She was sure that the infamous Norma Bates would be less than thrilled to have someone like Y/n at her doorstep asking for a chance, but apparently the woman loved a charity case. Y/n hated being thought of like that, but if it got her out of her current situation, she'd be more than happy to play the part of traumatized victim. There was a long enough drive for Y/n to figure out the parts of her story that she would let Norma know in order to gain her trust.

"Y/n, hey," Dylan greeted Y/n awkwardly. It was always like that, had been since they were young. Y/n could still remember the way that Dylan had stared at her whenever she moved in across the street from him and his father. Dylan still looked at her that way, like she was the most beautiful woman that he had ever seen, despite knowing the things she had done and places she had been. "You look great."

"You look like shit," Y/n joked as she flung herself into his arms. Dylan caught her effortlessly and held her tightly in his arms. Y/n could feel someone watching them from the window, but she tried not to pay them any attention. The two of them separated from their hug so Dylan could grab Y/n's bags for her to bring inside. Y/n followed Dylan into his mother's house and up the stairs towards the spare room.

"We'll have to share, but I can take the couch or sleep on the floor or something if it makes you more comfortable," Dylan stammered. He had always been a gentleman whenever it came to Y/n, even if other guys hadn't. Dylan was far from perfect, but he still made Y/n wish that she could love him. He knew that he'd never get anything out of it, and yet he still treated her like a princess.

Dylan was careful to keep Y/n in his room until he couldn't anymore. Y/n knew that he was stalling, buying them time to come up with something to tell Norma. She doubted that Dylan asked if she could stay in their house. Still, Y/n was pretty confident in her ability to charm older woman enough to buy herself at least a couple of days underneath Norma Bates's roof. Even if she couldn't, her car had been decked out for the past ten years as a makeshift tent of sorts. She could find somewhere to park and stay there if she needed to, but Y/n had a hunch that she wouldn't need to.

"We have a guest for dinner Mother. I saw her come up with Dylan earlier, she had a lot of luggage." Dylan swore underneath his breath as he heard his brother telling on him. Y/n didn't stop before the doorway like Dylan and proceeded to walk into the kitchen. She confidently strode right up to Norma and held her hand out.

"Ms. Bates, it's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Y/n. Dylan has told me a lot about you." Y/n was polite as she spoke to Norma, and despite her own whims, she didn't let her eyes stray at all. Y/n knew Dylan's mother had been a young mom, but Y/n hadn't expected Norma to be so hot.

"That's flattering, but I don't like being lied to. If Dylan told you about me, there's no way you find this a pleasure," Norma said. Y/n surprised everybody by laughing as she took the seat in between Norma and Norman. "Dylan hasn't told me much about you, who are you exactly?"

"She's the new employee you were scrambling to find. Y/n is a very hard worker, she's got a pretty impressive resume. She was a manager at a club for years." Y/n appreciated Dylan talking her up, but it wasn't exactly a resume that she was proud of. Norma would without a doubt find her past trashy at best, and there were a lot of unanswerable questions about why she had left such a "good job" at the club.

"I was hardly the manager, more like head dancer. And you've been there Dy, calling Hardy's a club is generous," Y/n said. Norma's eyebrows shot up at the name drop of Y/n's former place of employment. Still, the woman didn't seem to make any other expressions or say anything about it. Dylan found himself surprised whenever Norma was pleasant and polite around Y/n. They seemed to get along perfectly, to the point where Dylan felt a pang of jealousy.

That feeling only seemed to get worse once Y/n started working. Norma found excuses to spend time with Y/n while they worked, things that they could have done on their own were suddenly done together. Everybody except for the two women seemed to notice their gravitation towards each other. Y/n didn't seem to act any more respectable than she had before, and that was what bothered Dylan. Norma should have resented Y/n and Dylan for bringing her into their home, but instead, she was pulled right into Y/n's magnetic personality. There was no way that Dylan was going to let Y/n become his stepmother, not in any universe.

"You need to stay away from my mom, it's weird," Dylan said as Y/n sat on the floor of his living room painting her nails. She didn't seem bothered by him as she continued with her task until it was completed. Dylan stood right in front of her, huffing and puffing just like she knew that he would. Once she was finished, Y/n very slowly put the nail polish away and looked up at Dylan. "You need to stay away from my mom, it weird."

"I heard you the first time, but we both know that isn't going to happen Dylan. Your mom and I get along, we're a lot alike," Y/n told him. Dylan scoffed, as if the girl that he had loved for years and years could be anything like his mother.

"Yeah right. You're not a crazy whore," Dylan muttered under his breath. Y/n gave him a skeptical look, as if he really believed that. Y/n knew how everybody else saw her, and even if Dylan would never say it, he had to have thought it a few times. Y/n was far from a saint or an angel or anything that he wanted to make her out as in his head.

"Girls like us just get on well. You're lucky it wasn't the opposite because we would have destroyed each other," Y/n said. Dylan sighed as he sat back on the couch in defeat. "Just so you know, I'm not fucking your mom."

"But you very obviously want to and that's gross," Dylan said. Y/n turned and laid her head in his lap as she smiled up at him. Dylan ran his hand through her hair, untangling a few strands as he did. "This is so messed up. I'm not calling you mom if you do get together."

"I wouldn't want you to, that'd be weird. I've always been terrified of motherhood, that's why I seek out unlikely parties. Some people weren't meant to bear children, and I'm one of them. Do you think you can get Norman out of the house for a couple hours tonight?" Y/n asked. Dylan groaned, but he shook his head in agreement anyways. Y/n moved away from Dylan and raced upstairs to get ready while Dylan took Norman out a couple towns over to pick some stuff up that was needed for the motel. In that time, Y/n managed to cook something that wasn't overly impressive, but still nicer than what she thought she could manage.

"What is all this?" Norma asked as she walked into the kitchen to see Y/n's set up. There was an already plated dinner, a couple glasses of wine, and some mood lighting all arranged on the table for the two of them.

"Dylan took Norman in my car, they'll be back sometime around 10. I can see in your eyes that nobody has really done this for you in a long time, and it won't be perfect because I don't know how to do this, but I like you a lot. I like you so much that I'm willing to try and fail. I'm not a safe bet, but being safe never works for girls like us," Y/n said. Norma quickly caught onto what Y/n was hinting at and she smirked at Y/n. Norma grabbed onto Y/n's wrist and tugged her forward. Y/n didn't expect things to move so quickly, but she didn't stop Norma from kissing her. Just like she didn't pay any mind to the meal that was left downstairs untouched as Norma guided her up into her bedroom for the night. Dylan would be mad at Y/n in the morning, but Y/n couldn't find it in herself to care about anything other than Norma Bates.

#my writing #bates motel #bates motel x reader #norma bates #norma bates x reader

[mannytoodope]

Gene: A woman walking down the street with a bag full of mac and cheese. Bob Dylan had a song about that, I think.

Linda: What can I tell you? I'm a great mom. And I'm not just saying that 'cause my birthday is coming up.

Tina: Right. your birthday

Louise: Man, I just hope we have enough wrapping paper. That's my main concern.

Gene: Really? I'm concerned we don't have any presents.

Louise: Gene.

Linda: Aw, Brown Rice Bonanza closed.

Tina: It wasn't as exciting as they made it sound.

Linda: Hey, there's that trash can. The one people add stuff to sometimes and make it look like a little person.

Louise: Oh, yeah. I remember when someone gave it a mustache.

Gene: It was like trashy hot Dad.

Linda: Ooh, I have an idea. Okay, ripping this cup in half, and who's got a pen?

Tina: Me. Here's my third favorite pen.

Linda: Eh, eh. And now the trash can has little feet. Ha!

Gene: Nice.

Tina: I love it.

Man Passing by: Mm-hmm. Shoes on a trash can? That's fun.

Linda: It is, isn't it?

Man Passing by: It really is.

Tina: Can I get that pen back? 'Cause, you know, third favorite.

Bob: Hey, guys. How was your walk home?

Linda: Great. You know that trash can on Harbor Road that people decorate sometimes? I made little paper-cup shoes for it.

Tina: And there was a guy who liked it. He was like, "Ha."

Teddy: I know that trash can. One time, someone taped big paper teeth on it. Made it kind of difficult to put trash in, but it made me laugh and a little scared.

Bob: I mean, getting the trash in is kind of important. It's like the trash can's only job.

Louise: Dad, this is why you're single.

Bob: I-I'm not single.

Gene: Ooh, I should set you up with my roommate Linda.

#Bob's Burgers

[bookishtheaterlover7]

If you pay attention to the trash that is US weekly, even tho their articles are mostly fluff and recycled bs, even they know to word things strategically so they can avoid getting sued.

For every other guy on that list:

“Milo made sure to let US weekly know first” with exclusives of his wedding

“Jack gave us plenty of time to adjust to the news when Margaret flashed her engagement ring”

“Dylan has been open about his love for Barbara and the two announced their engagement earlier in the year.”

Chris: “we heard he tied the knot” - meaning they never got confirmation so they can’t really say yeah we confirm it. It’s all through a page six grapevine anonymous leak.

See the difference? I know trash articles are trash articles but wording is key.

Lastly: Milo and Jarah also never confirmed their relationship but they gave US weekly their exclusive wedding photos and news. Jarah doesn’t have any posts of her and Milo up on her socials either. They don’t really have any other public sightings but they straight up took photos by the beach together and confirmed it that way. That’s true privacy, IMO.

Then TMZ: https://www.tmz.com/2023/10/30/this-is-us-milo-ventimiglia-wearing-wedding-ring-married-model-jarah-mariano/

TMZ made sure to include a line where Milo’s rep confirmed with TMZ, therefore TMZ can confirm the marriage on their post.

Simple as that.

There is a reason why all the tabloids trashy or not have to meander around how they report on this whole CE wedding thing. They know something the public doesn’t and even if they keep writing fluff articles it’s intentional why they’re being excluded from a larger list.

No other additional thoughts... It's basically like the wedding articles all over again...

And I'm actually laughing. Because this reminded me that none of the articles can agree on the location of the "wedding" 🤭🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

"Cape Cod" or "his Massachusetts home" 🤔🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

Even then, the narrative was pathetic and weak...👀☕

#An🫶n asks #booky reacts #booky answers #chris evans #chris evans fandom #invisible bride! #alba baptista #wow AB LOOKS SO GOOD IN HER NON-EXISTENT WEDDING DRESS #she looks like it never happened! 😱 #so private!!! with all the thousands of articles #and seriously people are still buying into this shit?! #what type of crack are they smoking? that they still support a racist Nazi... #best part is that they only made one recap article 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 #again HTF ARE THERE PEOPLE SUPPORTING THIS AND HER WHEN NO PICS HAVE BEEN RELEASED #pics or it didnt happen #that's what I'm saying #even though everything points to it didn't happen #I've wasted enough of my energy on this. #Cocker Spaniel will continue to drag this on for however long #and honestly Imma focus on what made me love and enjoy the Fandom in the first place... fan-made stuff like fics and art #so over this bullshit pr marriage narrative 🖕🙄 #how low can this guy go?! #also catharsis is real on this one 😁

[7thleveldown]

I hope you've had the most fantastic birthday because you're the most fantastic person. Sending all my love and cuddles!! If I could send Dylan, you know I would in a heartbeat (but only because it's your birthday, otherwise I'd be hoarding him like a dragon does gold).

XOXO

Trashy <3

Thank you trashy!

It was my birthday yesterday when you sent this, and you helped me through it. This was a tough one and I am grateful for you and everyone on here for being so awesome xxx

#7ths birthday #april baby #spent it at the coast in the sunshine

[dylanmischief]

#I haven't heard from Trashy since she sent me this #I hope she's okay ..... NO. I AM NOT OKAY. This man's lickable clavicles just devastated my entire life. World-ending bone structure. Soul-destorying shoulders. Remember me fondly.

Yours,

- Trashy xoxoxo

Come back don’t leave me!!!!!!

(Trashy is referring to this post)

#dylan o'brien #lickable clavicles #i love you trashy! #damn you O’Brien and your lickable clavicles

[ambear9]

Alright. You only get one:

Sleep with Dylan ONE TIME. or Cuddle with Dylan every night for ONE WEEK. - Trashy xoxoxoxoox

That's just mean...

Does the 1 time end after he finishes? Because I can make that last awhile 😂

I'm going to say cuddle though

Now I want your answer.

#rude #kisses and cuddles? #right? #soft gentle forehead kisses #neck kisses?

[theinternetisfulloftrash]

Hey!!

Can I request “are you wearing my shirt?” with Dylan? Please and thank you!

Love you xx

You've waited a long time for this...

SO YES, I most certainly can! This sounds like fun :) MUCH LOVE!

Authors Note: Cliche? Maybe. But some lines are classic. Sue me. But like, don't? Litigation is expensive ;) p.s. smut... p.p.s. x female reader.

Prompt list HERE, but currently closed. This prompt is like a year old :/

Better on the Floor

Exhausted would be putting it mildly. You'd had a long week and the fact that it was only Wednesday wasn't helping. When you got home, you kicked out of your shoes, stretching out your aching toes as you stripped out of your stiflingly uncomfortable clothes, wandering your way slowly down the hall toward the bedroom. You peeled off your underwear and tossed them in the hamper before you padded into the bathroom to turn on the faucet of the bathtub. You watched the water pool in the palm of your hand, running out between the gaps of your fingers until it was just this side of scalding before you plugged the tub.

You stretched out like a cat in a sunbeam and then pulled open the drawer of the vanity to grab a bath bomb. You watched impatiently as the bath slowly filled before tossing the little ball of Epsom salt into the water, watching it fizz for a few moments before you followed after and slid into the water.

You could almost feel the muscles of your back sigh in relief as the warmth washed over them, drawing out at least some of the tension that had been locking them in place for days. You relaxed against the slope of the bath, letting your neck roll against the soft bath cushion for a few minutes. Enjoying the silence long enough to feel human again before you flicked the water from your hands and reached down to grab your phone from the bathmat.

Your discover playlist on Spotify was something you liked to try to fit in during the week because you always liked finding something new, and you hadn't had a chance yet this week. Now seemed as good a time as any. You tapped to play and then set your phone down on the edge of the bath. You weren't sure exactly how much time had passed before the music faded out to an incoming notification, but when you swiped to view the text, your fingers were wrinkled and pale from the soak.

Dylan: So... I'm outside... and I'm an idiot

You smiled and shook your head before your smile turned to more of a smirk. You sat up a bit in the bath, shaking the water off your other hand so you could reply.

You: Alright. I'm intrigued.

Dyan: I might have...maybe...possibly left my keys in my trailer

You: How'd you get home?

Dylan: Fob wasn't on my key ring after I had it detailed

Dylan: Come let me in? I feel like a creep lurking out here

You: One sec

This was exactly like him, and it only made you love him more. You smiled as you stepped out of the bath and quickly toweled dry with one that was a bit smaller than you'd like if you were going to the door, so you snatched his bundled t-shirt off the counter and pulled it on before you rushed to the front door and unlocked it.

"Hey," he said with a smile when you opened the door.

"Hey," you replied, reaching out your hand to take his. You pulled him inside and into a tight hug, standing up on the tips of your toes and locking your arms together around his neck.

He gently kicked the door closed behind him and locked the deadbolt before he fully hugged you back, squeezing you tight around the waist and sighing into the damp hair at the nape of your neck.

"Oh no... you were in the bath, weren't you?" He pulled back and cupped your cheek in his palm. "Sorry, baby."

"'S'okay..." you hummed, nuzzling into his touch, enjoying the warmth of his palm on your cheek.

"You must have been so cozy in there..." He admired you for a moment, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear before his gaze roamed down over your body.

You smiled, blushing at his attention.

"You look pretty comfy now though..." he said softly, pausing for a moment before he continued. "Is that...are you wearing my shirt?"

"Mhm..." you hummed, swaying slightly in his arms.

His eyes continued roaming, his hands following the trail they blazed until they were toying with the hem of it that was skirting across your upper thighs.

The skimming touch of his fingertips on your skin lit it with goosebumps. "It looks better on me..." you lied.

"Maybe..." he chuckled softly, pulling his lower lip between his teeth for a moment before his eyes met yours again, "but it'd look even better on the floor."

Did it matter that it was a line if ever you'd heard one? Not even slightly. It still sent a filthy little shiver down your spine. It didn't help that he'd leaned in and was peppering the side of your throat with wet little kisses as he walked you backward until you were pressed to the wall of the entryway.

He kissed you hard, his hands pinning your shoulders to the wall before they slid down your body and pulled his shirt up over it. He tossed it on the floor and then leaned in again, his nose brushing against yours before he whispered in your ear.

"See?" he breathed, his lips wet on your skin. His fingertips ghosted along your skin until one palm settled on your chest, the other on your ass.

You didn't see a damn thing except for little stars, but he'd more than made his point. You punched out an abrupt panted breath at the feeling of his fingers pinching your nipple before he sealed his lips to yours and swallowed down the little moan he pulled from you.

He kissed you until you were breathless, and in the brief reprieve he offered—mouthing along your jawline and driving you wild with the little grazes of his teeth—you managed to draw in a ragged enough lung full of air to keep from passing out.

You were pretty sure you'd collapse if he wasn't holding you in place. His touch, his admiration of your body, it had you forgetting just how awful you'd been feeling just an hour ago. Turns out? A hot bath and a fine-ass man putting his hands all over you are the curealls for just about everything. Who knew.

"Missed you..." he hummed against the thin skin that covered your collarbone.

Your head fell back against the wall.

"Couldn't stop thinking about you..." he said before he kissed his way to the dip at the base of your throat. "Took a shower on my break..."

You looked down at him, at his hand that was clasped to your upper arm, those beautiful veins painting across the tendons that flexed at his grip. His dark hair smelled of his shampoo.

"Had me so riled up I had hide in there and beat off just so I could be seen in fucking public."

It made you immeasurably happy that he was still infatuated enough with you that he was capable of expressing the laughably pathetic self-control of a hormone-addled teen. Your cheeks flushed and a little chuckle shook your chest.

"I deserve that..." He smiled against your skin, before he pulled back from you, his eyes locking with yours. "But I mean..." his gaze flicked down your body before his hand that had been nestled into the dip of your waist slipped down between the two of you until he was cupping the warmth of your core in his hand. "Can you blame me?"

"Fuck."

Now he was the one chuckling, but it quickly faded, his expression shifting from sly to sultry when his fingers slipped inside of you.

You groaned, your head falling forward to his clothed shoulder. You gripped the fabric of his shirt, stretching out the neck enough to expose some skin for you to latch onto with a nipping little bite.

He winced, sucking in a quick breath before he distracted you from your mission to mark your territory with a curl of his fingers inside you.

"Oh— Shit!" you gasped, panting into the cotton of his shirt until it was damp with your desperate breaths.

"That feel good?" he asked, even though the way you were squeezing his fingers had to be answer enough.

You nodded against his chest before he used the curled index finger on his free hand to lift your chin.

"Good," he said before he leaned in and kissed you.

His soft lips felt incredible, the flavour mint on his breath mixed with the faintest hint of tobacco, the combination had become something uniquely 'him' to you. It made your head spin. So, when his tongue begged to be let in to play with yours, you were happy to oblige.

You let him work you over until you could feel that little buzz building up inside you, that tingling hint that—with just a little more effort, one more precise little motion—he'd have you cumming before he was even out of his shoes, and that hardly seemed acceptable.

Breaking your kiss, you pulled away from his chasing lips, knowing you must look absolutely wrecked, and then you gripped him through his pants.

He tossed his head back and practically growled at your touch, his fingers stilling for only a moment before his eyes met yours once more with a fierce, fiery need. He shoved your hand aside and ripped open the zipper of his jeans and shoved your hand into his boxers.

"That's what you do to me..." he said, rutting into your palm, matching his pace with his fingers inside you as he kicked out of his sneakers.

You grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off him, tossing it against the wall behind him. "Take those off..." you said, flicking your gaze down his body at his pants, flexing your wrist inside his boxers.

He stepped out of his jeans and socks and then pressed you against the wall once more, rubbing his thigh against the back of his arm to apply a bit more pressure to the hand that was driving you insane.

"You close?" he asked, nosing your jawline and breathing against your skin.

You nodded, pressing a kiss to the side of his throat before you spoke. "Yes..."

He pressed his thumb against your clit and you gasped his name into his hair when his lips fell to your chest.

Just when you thought he was going to shove you off the edge, you felt his fingers slip free from you before he slid down onto his knees in front of you. His warm brown eyes looking up at you, his soft lips parted just inches from your skin. This was criminal. This was attempted murder in the first degree.

When his tongue teased over you, the flutter of his eyelashes was almost enough to get you off. It looked like he was taking a hit of a designer drug...getting high off you.

He moaned against your skin and his hands pinned your hips to the wall, gripping the soft skin under them tight enough that it stung. That tiny hint of pain only made all of it better.

Your hands tangled into his hair, drawing him closer to you. You sighed out his name and half-formed expletives as his tongue teased you back to that precipice he'd had you teetering over minutes earlier.

He sealed his lips around the singing little bundle of nerves and flicked his tongue, his beard teasing the sensitive skin, before he let his lips fall open and he lapped along the slick of you he'd made slicker with his skilled mouth.

You were trembling now, your fingernails scraping along the back of his neck now, your legs weak with the effort of holding yourself up when all you wanted to do was fall apart.

"Come for me..." he breathed before he sealed his lips again.

Demand? Request? It hardly fucking mattered, because before you could classify it as either you were doing it. You were calling out, grasping his shoulders and trembling against his hold on your hips.

He pulled back from you, wiping his mouth into the palm of his hand before he stood in front of you once more. "Mmm...." he hummed before you watched him stroke his length with his wet hand. "Love the way you sound when you're cussing my name..."

Fuck. He'd only just made you come and you felt a new little ember spark to life inside you just waiting to be stoked. Insatiable was putting it lightly. When he kissed you this time, you could taste what he'd done to you—how he'd just driven you wild—and you needed to make him feel just as good.

You stepped apart enough to make more space for him between your legs and pulled him toward you. "Need you..." you whispered against his lips.

"Need me to what?" he replied, kissing along your jawline to your ear before he lapped against your throat and sealed his lips to suck a little mark into your skin.

You bucked your hips against him, feeling his length slide through the mess he'd made of you. "To fuck me..."

The way he responded to those words never got old. You held them in reserve, generally choosing to be a touch more subtle. He practically growled, his head snapping back, his dark eyes trained on yours when his grip on you tightened.

You gasped when he hefted you up in front of him, lining himself up with you, locking your thighs around his hips before he pinned you to the wall so he could free one of his hands enough to lock one of your wrists up in it just above your head. Then he drove into you in a slow, firm thrust.

"Dylan!" you cried out before he kissed you again, grinding you back against the wall before he began a more predictable, yet tantalizing rhythm.

A perfectly good couch in the living room just steps away really, a bed down the hall that was plush and waiting, and yet here you were fucking against the wall a step inside the front door like a couple of rabid animals.

When he fucked you like this he never retreated, in this position he just rocked his body into yours. The pressure it provided just where you wanted it most was unmatched. It was incredible and intense. It quickly reminded you why the couch and the bed should be neglected from time to time. Variety is the spice of life, right? And this particular variety was delicious.

"Fuck, baby..." he moaned, his hand slipping from yours, his fingers gliding through your hair until they were tangled into it and he tugged it just enough to make you wince. "So good... so fucking tight..."

"Shit!" He was driving you fucking wild. Sometimes you wish you could take just a tiny day trip into his mind to see if you made him feel as unhinged as he did you. Hardly seemed possible, but the way he looked buried inside you? You could be tempted to believe there was a chance his infatuation could rival your own.

Your body was trembling again and you felt that familiar tug inside you, that welcomed warmth building. Desire and need beginning to fold to bliss and euphoria. Was he with you? Was he ready?

The stutter of his hips, the faltering of that perfect rhythm, they were signs that he was on the edge of his own release. His breath grew ragged, and his jaw clenched with the effort it was clearly taking him to hold it back.

You didn't want him to wait, he was ready and so were you. You leaned forward and kissed him, clenching around him as the final roll of his hips had you coming undone around him.

The soft rumble of the groan he let out into your mouth when you felt him spill inside you made every sensation feel all the more intoxicating. Moments like this were almost unfathomable. How did you end up here? Lucky enough to have this man panting against your chest? It was absurd really. Absolutely batshit.

After a few moments of shared giggles and coming back to reality, he picked the shirt you'd been wearing off the floor and handed it to you to slip back on.

He appraised you as you tugged the hem down over your body.

"What?" you asked, smoothing the new tangles in your hair.

"Nothin'..." he said with a shrug, pulling on his boxers. "Just nice being right."

You narrowed your eyes. "About?"

"Definitely better on the floor."

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brien smut #dylan o'brien fanfiction #dylan o'brien x reader #my first attempt at prompts! #trashy writing #better on the floor fic #is this a tired trope? #I mean... maybe #but some lines are just... ✨hot✨ #so... forgive me for a bit of recycling #first new thing in a while #ENOJYYYY #kinda threw... *a lot* at this one

[theinternetisfulloftrash]

Dylan O'Brien for Ami Paris 2023

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien ami paris #ami paris spring summer 2023 campaign #ami paris #dylan does modeling #model era dylan #I did make the little ones seeee ;) #the one in the bottom middle does move #I promise #<3 #trashy gifs #dylan laugh #dylan arms #dylan wink #dylan giggle #dylan doing dylan shit #ami paris photoshoot

[theinternetisfulloftrash]

Dylan O'Brien and Zoey Deutch in 'Not Okay'

#dylan o'brien #zoey deutch #not okay movie #colin #danni sanders #colin and danni #trashy dylan gifs #I was forced into this #I will not apologize #deal with it #not me #but I would humbly request that he says it to me next #;) #you're so tight #something I was pretty confident I would never hear come out of Dylan's ACTUAL mouth with my own two ears #but here we are #*sigh* #dylan cussing #dylan swearing

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Theory Dylan, the character, knew the camera was on. He has a voyeur kink. Why else would you announce you're gonna take a long hard piss?

Chariacture Dylan KNOWS

I was talking with a friend about how it was so obvious to me that the scene was improv (later confirmed and I felt so valid). He's such a fucker. He knows EXACTLY what he's doing and his HBO persona is just so good. I can't stand it. While our boy is a bit shy, part of him lives for the drooling he can illicit, I'm sure. He's a menace. Confirmed.

#dylan o'brien #the other two #dylan being a hussy on hbo #ask #wingardia #p.s. #some #trashy insight for you #but I have a piss stance kink #you know the way a guy widens their stance and sometimes rests their free hand on a wall when they're taking a leak? #yeah #I literally drool for that

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Miss your writing! So talented!

YOU!!!

That's so sweet! I was actually effing around with something recently, but I've been super busy in my IRL existence with work and stuff. I did get a bit of a bug to write after we got fed all that new content.

Here's a little sneak peak <3

Your ears perked when the announcement that the baggage from his flight was about to begin its rounds through the baggage claim area. Your phone vibrated in the thigh pocket of your leggings. You gave Tony a quick squeeze before setting him back on the floor and taking your phone out. You smiled at the preview of the text you’d just received before you swiped to see the rest.  ‘Your fine ass better be waiting for me down there.’  You smirked before typing out a teasing reply.  ‘Got stuck in traffic a few times but I’m here. I hate Newark btw.’  You watched the dots appear and couldn’t help the audible laugh that escaped when you read his next message.  ‘Newark!?’  You interrupted him with a quick ‘I’m joking!!!’ I'm at JFK' before you could see what he was typing next. Then, after a brief pause, the dots reappeared before his reprimand.  ‘You know you’re this close to the find out stage of fuckin around?’ ‘Oh? What if that’s exactly what I want?’  ‘👀’

*grins deviously*

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Beaches and Bonfires

Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x Reader (ungendered) Synopsis: This ficlet was written as a part of my 1000 Follower Celebration and arguably took me WAY too long, but I really hope that @mychemicalsleep likes it :) They asked for soft, fluffy bonfire cuteness. Tags: Fluff, Domestic, Established Relationship, Teasing, Kissing, PDA Rating: General/Teen Author’s Note: I don't have a whole lot more to add, but this is cute and features brief mentions of his IRL friends and TONY! I know how we all like the Tony O'Brien content ;)

The sand was warm between your toes above the tideline as you watched Dylan splash through the shallow flood of the waves that washed over the beach with Tony. The sun hung low over the horizon, vibrant pink as it set into the sea. You’d spent most of the afternoon playing in the water with them, sitting under the shade of a well-placed umbrella after soaking in the California sun long enough to know that tomorrow you’d be sporting more than just a healthy glow.

You two were meeting friends in the evening for a bonfire, and Dylan had suggested that you head to the shore a little early. It had been too long since the two had taken time away from it all. Phone screens had been locked all day, tucked into one of his shoes and hidden under a towel, forgotten and unnecessary.

“Babe! Come on!” Dylan waved you toward them as Tony jumped up at his knees. Dylan was back peddling away from him, cooing at him in that adorable way any proud father would. 

You smiled and followed them until Tony noticed your footfalls and spun around to run toward you. He lept at you, pawing at your thighs until you picked him up. He was wet and sandy in your arms as he lapped at your chin, panting and excited. 

“Hey, boy,” Dylan said, walking toward you, flipping his hat around until it sat backward on his head. “That’s my job.” He smirked at you as he reached out to cup your shoulders before he leaned in close to kiss you. 

His lips were soft, and the hint of salty seaspray on his skin only made the kiss even more intoxicating. His hand roamed up to the side of your throat, his fingers toying a bit with the damp, wavy ends of your hair. When you finally felt his lips slip from yours, the admiration and love for you were clear in his gaze, even through the tint of his sunglasses. 

“We should head over,” he said before he pinned his lip between his teeth for a moment, his gaze shifting to your lips. 

“Mmm,” you hummed, setting Tony back in the sand before you stood in front of him again. “Probably…” you agreed, stepping into his space and looping your arm around his waist, enjoying the way the heat of his skin felt on yours before your hand slid down his back until you had his ass in the palm of your hand. 

“Oh ho!” he laughed, brushing your hair back from your shoulder, a wide smirk on his lips. “Other plans, huh?” he asked, wetting his lips with his tongue. 

“What are the exact parameters of ‘fashionably late’?” you teased, squeezing your hand. 

He winced, a playful smile baring his teeth for a moment before he spoke. “You mean before it’s ‘those assholes are late’?” 

“Mmm,” you nodded, your gaze fixed on his mesmerizing mouth. 

“Well…” he said, craning his neck back a bit as he knitted his hands together at your low back as you hooked your fingers into the pockets of his shorts. “Sarah said sunset…” he turned his head, looking out over the water at the tiny sliver of the sun that hadn’t yet tucked itself behind the waves. 

You slumped a bit in his arms. “Fine…” you whined. 

He chuckled a bit before Tony let out a little bark at his heel. “Alright, little man! We’re goin’...” Dylan kissed your forehead and let you out of his hold before he took your hand in his. 

You gathered up your things from the beach and took them to the car. The two of you made the short drive down the road along the coast until you saw a small streak of smoke rising from the sand. Several cars were parked in the small dirt lot in the little seaside treasure you and your friends had named ‘The Hideaway’. It was tucked into a smaller cove near the larger, more well-known beach where you’d spent the day. There was a narrow sand beach, tall grass, and wildflowers, and just down the bank, surrounded by large pieces of gathered driftwood, a smoldering campfire rippled the air above it. 

“Hey!” Sarah called as the two of you climbed down over the rocks to the beach, Dylan carrying Tony in his arms. 

“Hey!” he said, smiling as he set Tony down in the sand, letting him rush to Sarah.

“Hey, Tony!” she said, squatting down to pet the excited pup. “So glad you guys could come tonight!” She smiled at you, leaning around Tony, who was lapping at her cheeks. 

“Wouldn’t miss it,” you said.

“Fine with being late though…” Dylan said under his breath before you elbowed him and he slid his sunglasses down his nose to smirk at you. 

“Smells awesome! What’s roasting?” Dylan asked, taking your hand and walking toward the rest of your friends. 

“Matt’s got some sausages going, and I think there might be a few potatoes baking in there somewhere.” She smiled, watching Dylan, who was practically drooling. “Hungry?” 

“You could say that…” he replied, walking up to pat Matt on the shoulder and pull him into a quick hug. The two of them started to chat, and you turned to Sarah. 

“He may have claimed he was ready to eat the headrest in the car on the way over here.” 

She laughed and then gave you a solid hug. “I brought enough food to feed a small army, so your upholstery should be safe.”

You spent the next couple of hours eating and chatting, laughing and sharing stories before you split off into smaller groups. Sheela and Olivia were dancing in the sand near the fire, recording a TikTok with Sam's help. Matt and Logan were talking with Anna and Sarah, and the two of you had made your way to a blanket spread out on the sand under the stars. 

Dylan sat propped up on an elbow, his legs stretched out in front of him, turned facing you. Tony was curled up behind his knees sleeping. Dylan rubbed his hand over his stomach. 

“Full?” you asked, smiling up at him. You were lying on your back with his folded sweatshirt tucked under your head. 

He nodded, puffing out his cheeks. “Stuffed.” 

You laughed softly, admiring his features before the night sky behind him caught your eye. The stars were actually visible this far from the city, even brighter on this moonless night, and they sprayed across the inky black. You folded a hand behind your head and enjoyed the view. 

“Beautiful…” Dylan said quietly. 

“Aren’t they?” you said, tilting your head back to see more of the Milky Way’s mist.

“I wasn’t talking about the stars…” he whispered, reaching out to tuck an errant hair behind your ear. 

You turned your attention back to him, to the soft smile on his face, to the way his eyes glinted in the flicker of the firelight. 

He leaned in closer and cupped your cheek in his hand, his eyes fluttering shut when his nose brushed against yours. His lips met yours, soft and slow, but he liked kissing and he was rarely satisfied with just a peck. Kisses weren’t something he rushed. They were never perfunctory. He kissed with purpose.

You softened under his touch every time. It was like he was dosing you with a muscle relaxant. Tension eased from your shoulders and you were pliant in his hold. His smooth lips and respectful but rather insistent tongue never struggled to get what they wanted, because you wanted it too. 

He leaned over you, looming above you before he wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you tight to his chest deepening your kiss. The satisfied sound of a reverently exhaled breath into your mouth had you whimpering against his lips. 

You slipped your hand under his loose-fitting tee and palmed the heat of his back, feeling his muscles tense under your fingertips when you dragged at his skin with your nails. 

A few wolf whistles preceded a call out from Sam, “holy PDA! Damn!”

Your cheeks flushed with the heat of embarrassment. You two had lost yourself in one another, so easy to forget you weren’t alone when you’re under the influence of the other. You felt Dylan smile against your lips before he pulled back and looked behind you at your friends. 

“Hey, Lerner?” Dylan asked, his long neck stretched out in front of you looking so irresistible it took all the self-control you had not to latch onto it.

“What’s up?” 

He held a finger to his lips and hushed his friend like he was reprimanding a child before he flashed a wink and turned back to you. “Where were we?”

#Dylan O'Brien #dylan o'brien fanfiction #dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien x you #trashy writing #beaches and bonfires #1000 follower celebration #mychemicalsleep #tony o'brien #making in roads #mentions of IRL friends #logan lerman #sheela awe #olivia sui #sarah ramos #anna corrigan #matt spicer #sam lerner

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Dylan O'Brien at Coachella 2022

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien at coachella #coachella 2022 #dobedit #trashy dylan gifs #I made this so I could use it on a post #you guys can have it too #<3 #shirtless dylan #adjacent #dylan dancing #dylan doing dylan shit #I needed this bullshit in a narrower profile than the lovely gifs already out there so it would fit in a post a bit better #not trying to step on toes #or make duplicate content

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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 in a One-Shot, 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 3: Crashing (Reader POV)

The warmth of him behind you, that’s the first thing you registered as you emerged from your subconscious. He was pressed up against your back, his skin on yours. You could hear his soft breathing, the warmth of it washing over your shoulder. The sun was starting to peek through the curtains, but you could tell it was early, the beams still weak and shy. 

You drew in a long breath, stretching a bit as you did, but you didn’t want to disturb him. 

His arm was draped over your waist above the comforter, just below your ribs. His hand was relaxed, his fingers curled, his palm open toward you. The sunlight cast shadows across his forearm, and you couldn’t help tracing the line of the lean muscle that ran its length with the pad of your finger. 

He stirred at your touch, drawing in a long breath, rolling his body into you a bit and pulling you closer as he sighed it out across the back of your neck. After a brief squeeze, his arm around you went slack with sleep once again. 

You turned your head enough on the pillow to look back at him. He looked so peaceful, his lips slightly parted, his brow relaxed. You smiled, as you mapped out all the little nuances of his face. You counted the moles that peppered his cheek and forehead, the little scar on the side of his nose, the tiny creases next to his eyes that you could barely see in the dim light. You still couldn’t believe this man had you wrapped in his arms, couldn’t comprehend the last 48-hours were anything more than a fever dream. Maybe your first drink at the festival had been laced with some kind of new designer drug and you’d just been rolling ever since. Laying somewhere in that dusty field, leaning next to a trashcan, off your fucking ass. That seemed more realistic at this point. 

You turned back over and nestled into your pillow. His gentle breathing was relaxing and it lulled you into a state of partial consciousness. You began to meander through your memories of the night before. You could still feel the ghost of his touch on your skin, the way his soft lips and tongue had felt on every inch of your body. He’d given you more than was reasonable to expect, and yet you craved him as though he’d only given you a taste. The sensation of him buried inside you lingered like the dull and nagging ache of a burn. You yearned for it.

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Alright. Now. It's done. No more Coachella nagging. HAHA! Seriously though, this was fun as HECK to write and I appreciate all the feedback and appreciation you have all shown this fic. It's not gone unnoticed. I value it so much. I hope you enjoy the last installment! Much Love! -Trashy xoxo

#dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien imagine #dylan o'brien smut #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien x you #coachella smut #collision course coachella fic #trashy writing #I love you guysssss #back to our regularly scheduled programming #and YES I mean FAFLA #I'm gonna fucking finish the shit #I promise #but this was heckin' FUN