Hiiii What Do U Think Dominant Dyl Would Be Like?

hiiii what do u think dominant dyl would be like?

Hi nonnie!

-SPANKS so many spanks, to the point of tears

-“Keep on struggling, baby. It only makes me harder.”

-But he likes to mindfuck you. He'll kisss your tears away and tell you you're almost done.

-The only toys I could see him owning would be a pair of metal handcuffs, a small vibrator and a butt plug

-A master at breath control and deepthroating

-"Look at you making such a mess on yourself.” As your saliva falls from your lips mixing with your slick that now covers the floor

-He has a thing for you being on your knees. Not even in a sexual way all the time, but to show your submissiveness and loyalty

-Dyl is the type to spank your pussy before lining up and thrusting his full length into your cunt

-“Jesus Christ. You take my cock so well… Like you were meant for it.”

-His pace would be hard getting you right to the edge before backing off to slow, barely there thrusts

-You would be almost to tears, begging him for that release

-He’d keep fucking you through your orgasm and rub over your clit making you scream out from the intense pleasure

''use me'' with Dylan?

prompts that hit all the right places

Dylan x Female!Reader

warning: sexual content

dylan wants you to take control

light sub!dylan?

"Use me," Dylan spoke as he looked up towards you.

You straddled over him with his larger hands moving along your thighs slowly. He shifted his hips up slightly as he felt you pulsing around him. Your hands were placed against his chest as you move your hips up before slowly sinking down around him.

Dylan's hold on your thighs became tighter as you sank down around him. He couldn't keep his eyes off of you, watching as you took every inch of him as you moved. Your nails dragged along his chest as you threw your head back, moving your hips faster, drawing out Dylan's moans and making them louder.

"...Oh fuck!" Dylan moaned, moving his hips to meet you with every thrust. "Keep fucking me like that baby, feel so good...oh, yes..."

The two of you filled the rooms with your moans along with the erotic sound of your bodies moving against each other. You were dripping down Dylan's cock the more you rode him, and the sounds made it more and more evident.

Dylan moved his hands up to tease your nipples, but quickly you grabbed his wrists and placed them over his head. You tightened your hold around them as you changed your rhythm. His warm eyes stared up towards you in shock before another look cast over his face.

"No touching," You moaned, grinding your hips and feeling his pubes rub against your clit with each movement. "You're for me to use,"

Dylan opened his mouth to speak but instead a deep, nearly animalistic, growl came from him as you tightened around him.

"Good boy," You smirked before bending down and kissing him, your tongue moving against his. He could taste the wine from earlier on your tongue.

You pulled back and let go of his wrists as you began to move faster. Your hands moved up your body to tease your nipples, only driving Dylan crazy a little more knowing he couldn't touch you. Instead, he moved his fingers between your legs and began to rub your clit. He knew that you were close. He could feel it. And Dylan was close himself.

Dylan wrapped his arm around your waist and switched so that you were beneath him. He pressed his body against yours and began to fuck deeper into you, reaching to grab the back of your thigh to open you up for him more. You gasped loudly when you felt him deeper. Dylan bent down and took your nipple into his mouth before soon his hips were pressed against his, his moans muffled as he filled you. You fisted his hair and held him against you as your hips moved against him more.

"...Dylan...Dylan..." You whimpered as you pulsed and milked his cock. "Oh fuck..."

You relaxed beneath him and closed your eyes as a lazy smile graced your lips. Dylan moved up your body slowly, kissing along your neck, before kissing your lips.

"Think having you on top is my new favorite," Dylan smirked

meeting dylan at a bar and hooking up w him!!

Dylan O'Brien x Female!Reader

18+ smut, unprotected sex, oral, creampie, language. 

Horny, Drunk Dylan...aka my fave

work: 1.6k+

You laugh lightly as the two of you stumble up the stairs towards his apartment. His arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you tightly into his side as the two of you continued to walk down the hall. You could still feel the buzz from the drink you had back at the bar.

When your friend called you saying she needed to destress with drinks and dancing, you didn't think it would lead to you leaving the night with a stranger.

"That guy at the bar won't stop looking at you," Maddy, your friend, spoke with a smirk as the two of you waited for your drinks. "And he's hot..."

"What?" You looked down towards the other end of the bar. And when your eyes met him, you saw the slow smirk spread across his lips. And then he pushed away from the bar. "Fuck he's coming over here. What do I do?"

Maddy smiled, grabbing her drink from the bar, and taking a step away from you. "Talk to him, girl. Why not have a little fun?"

You watched in shock for a moment as she walked away, leaving you alone at the bar. 

You opened your mouth a few times to call back after her, but instead, no words came out. Instead, you felt someone step up beside you. When you turned around your eyes met with warm honey eyes that left you speechless for a moment.

"Hi, I'm Dylan," He smiled, his voice low and deep.

And now five drinks later and a makeout session in the back of the cab later, the two of you were heading back to his place.

Dylan fumbled with his keys for a moment before slipping the key into the lock. His larger handheld onto yours and pulled you into his apartment. You were pressed against the door only moments later. A soft moan was muffled between your lips as his tongue moved against yours. Your hands reached up to his chest before one grabbed the back of his neck to pull him closer. You were able to taste the beers from the bar on his tongue as the two of you kissed.

His body was pressed against yours and soon you were able to feel just how badly he wanted you. Your fingers moved through his hair feeling the soft curls of his brown hair against your fingers. But when he moved his hips against you again, your hand's grip on the strands gave them a slight tug. Dylan growled slightly and pulled back, his eyes dark and slightly hooded with lust. 

A small scream of shock sounded from you as he picked you up, wrapping your legs around his waist, before carrying you further into his apartment. You liked the way he tasted and how he felt against you. Even in the short time that you'd known him - you were becoming addicted. 

As Dylan carried you further in, clothes slowly began to be thrown to the floor. Your hands moved along his bare shoulders when he'd walked into his bedroom. Suddenly eagerness came over you when he set you back down. You dropped to your knees and focused on undoing his buckle and pulling down his pants. 

"Fuck," Dylan cursed low under his breath as his hand moved down to push your hair from your face, wanting to see you a little better. You looked up towards him with a playful smirk on your lips.

Dylan gripped on your hair a little more as your hand wrapped around his cock. Slowly stroking him and feeling him hard and warm against your skin. Your tongue peaked out and ran along your bottom lip, as you watched a bead of pre-cum slowly move down his shaft. 

You moved forward and pressed your tongue along his cock, moving from base to tip and moaning when you tasted him. His cock twitched slightly as he felt you.

Without a second thought, you wrapped your lips around him, keeping your eyes locked with his, making sure to use your tongue as you sucked. It didn't take long for you to find your rhythm with your head bobbing down between his legs. Dylan's moans filled the room along with the sounds of your sucking him off. You liked that as your hands moved up along his hips and lower stomach you were able to feel his muscles twitch every time his cock hit the back of your throat. 

"Shit," Dylan cursed in a rushed breath, feeling that tightness at the base of his cock. As much as he wanted to watch you swallow his cum - he wanted to be inside of you more. 

With a gentle tug of your hair, Dylan's cock left your lips with a soft pop. It was erotic to see you kneeling there, his cock bobbing slightly, with the hungry look in your eyes. 

"As much as I would love to fill this pretty little mouth," Dylan spoke with his thumb rubbing against your swollen bottom lip, "I wanna make you feel good."

Dylan pulled you up from the floor before bending down and kissing you, his tongue thrusting into your mouth as he backed you up towards the bed. Your skirt was tugged off along your legs. Dylan moved you up the bed till your head rested against his pillows, moving down to place your legs over his shoulder.

Dylan couldn't take his eyes off you. Seeing how ready and wet you were for him already. His finger teased along your slit, moving up and down, before adding a little pressure to your clit. This teasing caused you to move your hips against him, whimpering softly. The ache you had only seemed to increase with each second.

"Can I taste you, baby?" Dylan spoke, his voice dropping lower as he spoke, before moving down to press a soft kiss to your inner thigh.

You couldn't speak and just nodded your head. Your heart hammered against your chest, not being able to keep your eyes off of him. The slight scratch of his beard against your sensitive skin only seemed to turn you on more. The noise that left you when his tongue pressed against you was something you'd never heard before. Your hand reached down and grabbed the back of his head to pull him closer. The wet erotic noise of him eating you out just turned you on more and felt like you were going to cum at any second. 

To say that Dylan knew how to eat someone out would be an understatement. You'd never had someone bring you to the edge so quickly.

"...f-fuck...oh...Dylan!" You moved to look down and watch him, resting on your elbows. 

"Taste so fucking good," He moaned, using his finger to tease your hole before you felt them slowly stretch you. "How does that feel? Feel good?"

"...yes, yes...don't stop...please..." You whimpered, your breath coming out harsh and labored. His tongue worked against your clit as he added another finger and fucked you.

Your head fell back between your shoulders as your body started to lose control. Dylan could feel your leg start to shake and your chest rise and fall a little faster. It was like as you came around his fingers your whole body lost control. You slumped down against his bed and closed your eyes as you tried to calm down from the high.

Dylan moved up your body slowly, leaving a trail of kisses up your body. But when he got to your nipple, he eagerly took it into his mouth and ducked on it. He pushed your legs apart more as he settled between them. When he came to hovering over you, you pulled him down into a kiss. Dylan's lips pressed against yours, teeth clashing slightly, able to taste yourself on his tongue.

His hand grabbed the back of your thigh and spread you more, before pulling back to watch himself. His fingers gripped tightly at your skin as he sank deep inside of you.

"...fuck...you feel so tight..." Dylan whispered against your lips, his eyes looking deep into yours. "...so good...so good..."

Your hand moved along his back as Dylan set a rhythm, each time he sank deep and pulled back, each thrust became harder and deeper. Your hand reached down and grabbed at his ass, feeling like he wasn't close enough and you needed more. 

His name left your lips like a prayer, telling him you wanted more. How you needed more. Telling how full he made you feel, how you loved how full he made you feel. It seemed to only drive him more, like the praise of how good he was fucking you turned him on more. 

"I-I...I'm gonna cum...please just like that." You moaned, looking down to see his cock move in and out of you as Dylan moved back to his knees. 

You look him in, seeing the blush tone to his chest along with a soft sheen of sweat against his skin. Seeing his stomach clench every time he sunk deep inside of you. Slowly your hand reached down and rubbed at your clit - drawing yourself closer.

"Fuck," Dylan growled as you began to pulse and clench around him more. "Cum for me baby, give it to me before I fill you."

You gasped and hearing his filthy words sent you over the edge. Your back arched towards him as you fell over, cursing as he moved through your body. Dylan moaned your name loudly as he pressed his hips tightly against yours, feeling his cock twitch a couple of times before he filled you.

"H-Holy..oh fuck...oh, god damn..." He moaned, his body moving to press against yours more.

You enjoyed the feel of his weight against you. The two of you laid there in entangled limbs, breaths harsh, calming down from the high. Dylan felt your nails scratch along his back in a way that made him moan into the curve of your neck. Your hands trailed up before moving to scrap along his scalp.

"That feels so good," Dylan moaned, relaxing into you more, and lazily kissing along your neck. A soft whimper left your lips when you felt him twitch inside of you.

But neither of you moved. Dylan still stayed deep inside of you as the two of you laid there. 

Hello beautiful lady 💗

I have a Dylan request pretty please! (I’m to lazy to write myself).

Dylan is on set of ‘not okay’ movie and he’s in the middle of getting his tattoos put on, he’s sending you sneak peaks from the mirror and all you can think about is jumping his bones. So you start sending pictures back, each picture you’ve lost and article of clothing until the very last pic which he doesn’t open until he’s out of the trailer. He responds with something like ‘get your ass here in 10 minutes or your in deep shit baby girl. And yeah obv you get straight in the car and smut in his trailer 🥵🥵🥵 (please and thank you, you don’t have to write it xxx)

Author's Notes: For you? Of course, my love. I hope you enjoy it! Just an FYI some of this is a text conversation, obviously Dylan is "DOB", and his woman is "The Fox" because he thinks she's Foxy. I altered the request juuust a little, and I hope you can forgive. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Smoking ,Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Smut* (sexting? i don't know, public sex, biting, dom-ish Dylan, unprotected sex - be safe out there! Your choice how!)

Requested? YES! Requests are OPEN

Dylan felt like he had been sitting in that chair for an eternity. It had only been an hour, maybe two, but he was starting to get restless. He wanted a cigarette and he wanted to stretch his legs further than the spacing in the trailer would allow, but the girls had a job to do so he would sit.

"Can I just check my phone?" Dylan inquired softly as the makeup artist applied yet another tattoo to his arm. His eyes flickered from the art being drawn on his arm, to his phone vibrating in his pocket.

"Yeah, go ahead. I don't need that arm yet." She nodded with a point to his right arm, his dominant hand, allowing him to answer his texts.

The Fox: How does it look?

Dylan smiled at her eager message. When he told her his look for this role would include "a lot" of tattoos her excitement was almost tangible and he had promised he would send her photos of himself while he was getting his fake tattoos put on.

DOB: You tell me.

Dylan smirked as he replied back to her, sending a photo of the tattoo along his flexed bicep. He felt proud of himself knowing back at home he had probably sent his girlfriend into a frenzy.

The Fox: Are they everywhere?

DOB: Not yet.

Dylan smirked to himself as he received the read receipt, but no response from his girlfriend. He slipped his phone back in his pocket and allowed the woman trying to apply the tattoos on his body to continue doing her job. It wasn't ten minutes later his phone went off in his pocket again, this time a sequence of buzzes that forced his hand into pocket.

"I'm really sorry." Dylan sighed as he grabbed his phone from his pocket, accidentally nudging the artist's arm out of the way.

"It's alright. I need a few more things anyway. So, I'll let you answer your texts or emails. And I'll be back in like, five minutes or so." She smiled with a friendly pat on his shoulder. She exited the trailer, gently shutting the door behind her and left Dylan alone with his shirt around his shoulders and the ink drying on his arms.

Dylan sighed as he put in his pass-code and opened his phone to several messages from his girlfriend. The first few messages he had anticipated, just her requesting that he send her more photos. But the next ones...

The Fox: Do you think I would look good with a tattoo, baby?

In the time he had sent her his photo, his body adorning the new (fake) tattoos, his girlfriend had taken it upon herself to remove her shirt, her shorts and bra. The first two photos had made him smile, her sweet skin on display showing off the hickeys on her collarbone from the night before or her thighs. He just loved them so much.

The photo after she had removed her shorts, though, made the back of his neck feel hot. She had removed her bra and held her forearm across her breasts, covering up what he wanted to see. He pursed his lips and felt himself craning his neck and tilting his phone, as if her nipples would magically appear on his screen.

DOB: That's not very nice.

He ran a hand over his face, the wiry hairs of his beard catching on the tips of his fingers as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. His phone buzzed in his hand again, he looked down and saw that she had sent him another photo.

DOB: I'm not looking at that. I know what you sent me, Foxy.

He knew that the photo she had sent him would send him into overdrive. He knew the photo waiting for him was either her naked body on full display (how do girls take such beautiful photos on their own like that? He would never know) or just a teasing shot of between her legs. He wasn't having it.

DOB: Get here. Now. I'm not fucking around.

The Fox: Yes, Sir ;)

Dylan felt a chill go down his spine. He grabbed his cigarettes off the counter in front of him and stood up so fast he nearly knocked over his chair. He pushed open the door to his trailer as he shielded his eyes from the sun, lighting up a cigarette with his other hand.

"I didn't make you wait too long, did I?" The nice makeup artist smiled as she walked back to him with her arms filled with supplies.

"Oh, not at all. Hey, I'm just going to get a coffee before we finish this. Do you want one?" Dylan lied as he backed up and blew his smoke away from her face.

"I'm okay, thanks. I'll just get set up here and you come back when you're ready. Stretch your legs, I know it's a long process." She nodded with a smile.

Dylan felt a pang of guilt for lying to her about why he was leaving his trailer, but that feeling quickly went away when he felt his phone go off in his pocket once more. He pitched his cigarette and walked quickly towards the parking lot where his car was, and his girl was waiting.

"Hey, handsome. I'm looking for my boyfriend. He's about your height, same colour eyes. But no tattoos and he's actually got dark brown hair, not blonde." His girlfriend smirked as she leaned up against his car, waiting for him. She must have broken every single traffic law in the State to get to him.

"Haven't seen him around. But I'm here." Dylan murmured as he rested his hands on the top of his car and pressed his body to hers. She had changed her clothes before she came to see him, tossed on a pretty, rather short sundress and Dylan couldn't keep his hands to himself any longer. Not that he had made much of an effort.

"These look so good on you, Dylan." She whispered as she placed her hands on his elbows and scanned his arms covered in fake tattoos.

"Thanks. Now, as for you. Get in the car, Foxy." Dylan breathed out as his hands pushed up the hem of her dress, complete disregard for the public parking space as he filled the palms of his hands with her backside.

"Dylan!" She squealed as he hooked his arm underneath her plump backside, lifting her up as he unlocked his car, opened the door to the backseat and climbed in with a slam of the door.

He perched her on his lap, her knees on either side of his thighs as he reached underneath her dress to tear at whatever was keeping them apart.

"Are you kidding?" Dylan growled as he pulled his dull fingernails down her hips when he felt her bare beneath her dress. One good gust of wind and the entire cast and crew would see what his girlfriend's business.

"You look good." She whispered with a nip of his bottom lip while she wrapped her arms around his neck, her body resting against his.

"It's bad enough I bailed on getting my tattoos finished to come out here and have sex with you. But I cannot get in trouble for my hot ass girlfriend walking around, flashing people." Dylan grunted as he carefully lifted her up and laid her on her back on the backseat, positioning himself between her legs.

"Work fast then, O'Brien." She laughed as he sunk his teeth into her neck, her hands reaching above her head to brace herself against the door of the car.

Dylan growled from the pit of his stomach as he reached between them to unzip his jeans. He rubbed his hips against hers as she scratched her nails over his scalp and down inside the collar of his shirt to feel his skin.

"No scratches." Dylan moaned out as his needy girlfriend tried to sink the nails of her right hand into his back while her left hand reached between them to pull him out of his pants.

"Why?" She whined as she curled her right hand into the material of his shirt and started to slowly, teasingly stroke his manhood. It wasn't enough, and she fucking knew it. The pressure of her hand around him was so light, almost enough and it was enough to drive him insane.

"Because I said so." Dylan grunted as he grabbed her hand off him and pinned it to the car door as gently as he could so he didn't hurt her, then lined himself up with her entrance.

"Let me go!" She cried out as she tried to pull her wrist from his grip, back arching off the fine leather of his backseat as he filled out the tight space between her thighs.

"Be good. No games." Dylan ordered as he released her wrist and pressed his forehead to hers. He braced himself on the door above her head while he kept one foot on the floor, surprised he had as much room as he did.

"More, Dylan. I want more." She cooed as she pushed up the hem of his t-shirt and pressed her hands flat on his back as she moved her hips in time with his.

Dylan couldn't contain the whine in the back of his throat. He nodded, his nose brushing against hers as he did so then moved them back to an upright position with her straddling his lap again. He pushed the hem of her dress up to watch as he moved in and out of her while she gripped at the headrest behind him in an attempt to not scratch him up.

"Let me see you." Dylan groaned as he moved his hands from her hips to pull down the triangles of her sundress, exposing her nipples the way he wished she did in that photo she had sent earlier. He leaned forward to seal his lips around her left nipple, his hands on her back to keep her steady.

"Feels so good, Dylan." She panted as she reached her right hand up to roll the nipple that wasn't currently in his mouth while she rolled her hips.

"You feel fucking good." Dylan grunted against her chest as his hips started to get off rhythm beneath her, his orgasm building in the pit of his stomach.

"Baby, I think -" She gasped as her right hand shot out and pressed against the window behind them, sliding down the glass as her inner walls clenched and quivered around him.

"I'm right behind you, honey." Dylan growled before he bit her neck and gave her a firm thrust, cumming deep inside of her as her head fell to his shoulder.

The car was filled with their pants as they both came down from their highs. Her hands running over his buzzed hair while he kissed along her neck, his own fingertips caressing her thighs beneath her dress.

"I don't want to let you go." She whispered with a kiss to the side of his face.

"I don't either, but I have to get back. How about you let me go, head home and take a nice long bath, a nap and I'll bring us home some dinner? Then we can have it in bed, naked and finish where we left off in here." Dylan smiled as he rested his head back on the seat.

"That sounds nice, baby." She nodded.

"M'kay. Let me pull my pants back up and I'll walk you back to your car. You have no panties on. I don't want anyone stealing a look." Dylan winked with a quick kiss to her lips, beyond reluctant to let her leave but he was still at work and had a job to do.

But he would definitely be thinking about her at home in the bathtub while he got the remainder of his tattoos put on, certain he would feel his phone go off in his pocket a photo or two waiting for him.

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Cuddles Can Wait

DRABBLE DECEMBER DAY 4 

Prompt:  “Omg it’s a fucking reindeer”

Prompt Used From THIS List

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien

Warnings: SMUT 18+

(EVERYTHING IS BELOW THE CUT SINCE IT STARTS OUT SPICY!)

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i saw this and immediately thought stiles stilinski

just ignore if i offended you, sorry x

babe. the last thing i am is offended honestly 🙈 this was an absolute trip and i am grateful that you sent it to me <3

but think about wearing lingerie in front of fwb!stiles and he just loses it ?? like he just takes a good fifteen minutes to admire you, asking (begging) for you to spin around ?? like he doesn't even notice his own boner before he's jumping you to lay you on the bed.

he'd been extremely busy and stressed lately and you wanted to do something nice out of the blue to help him relax a little bit yk ?? you didn't want to be too pushy by telling him that you were worried but clearly he needed it more than anything.

he takes off everything you have on you but your panties because they're just so simple yet pretty, they make him want to get them all dirty and covered in cum. he's keeping you on top of him, at all times to see you fully and you feel a little embarrassed when he has you sitting on his face but the way he shoves his tongue inside your dripping cunt just erases every thought out of your brain.

hus eyes never leave your panties, watching them get all soaked in both of you and hus brain does process that he's already fucked so much cum into you, you can't take more yk ?? but he cannot stop getting you all dirty and full. he doesn't try but it's not like he can control how much cum he produces in these moments and it's even more difficult when you're basically the dreamiest thing ever to him.

he's rutting inside you, pushing his girth in between your folds and just staring at his cum dripping out of you and on the soft fabric of your panties ??

"bunny... bunny, fuck... bunny i gotta keep these. i'll carry them everywhere with me bunny..."

"g-god... stiles, y- fuck ! oh, god, please ! stiles you're cumming too much... please, s-slow... slow down !"

"can't bunny, i know your pretty pussy can take it, look, look at her taking everything i give her... fuck, did i starve my bunny ? she wanted cum so bad she had to get see through panties to get my attention. look at your pussy bunny, she's so hungry, i can't slow down now, can i ? needa feed my favorite girl. needa keep her full and if you can't keep it in, it's fine." he leans on you to whisper in your ear, "you'll keep your panties on m, covered in my cum and in yours. no taking them off before i tell you to bun-bun."

you're being fucked so nicely you can only nod when he's caressing your head and kissing your neck so tenderly.

he has you wear them in class (mitch is your professor and let's just say that he can see everything that's going on ;)) and he sits next to you to finger his cum back into you. at the end of the lecture, he takes them and skips to his jeep with a smile after breathing in the scent coming from them.

"i'll be gone for only three days bunny, but I'll have these to keep me company. and you bet you'll get loads of videos of how nice they look wrapped around my cock."