#@theinternetisfulloftrash

[7thleveldown]

I will never forgive, or possibly thank @theinternetisfulloftrash enough for introducing me to a certain YouTube video to the soundtrack of Taylor Swift's Shake It Off.

It's all I see now whenever I hear it, even after all these years.

And it always makes me smile.

Love you trashy 💕

[obsessedwithitall]

Its my BIRTHDAY

Its my birthday so here's some of my favourite fics. Some I have recommended before and some are new. Enjoy 🎂

(please make sure you read the warnings on the individual fics, some vary in content)

🌶=smut 🍌=no direct smut but mentions/implications 🌸= fluff 😡=angst 🤓=silly/humour

Harry Styles

No Strings Attached series 🌶🌸😡 (Friends with benefits) - @lilystyles

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7

Style 🌶🌶 (BFFs brother) - @lilystyles

404 🌶🌶😡 (co-workers to lovers) - @freedomfireflies

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Extra

Only Angel 🌶🌸😡 (Tattoo shop Harry x shy reader) - @cupid-styles

Part 1 Part 2

Late Night Talking 🌶🌶 (nerd!Harryx Cam!girl reader) - @cupid-styles

Silk and Rope 🌶🌶🌶 (ddlg pairing) - @cupid-styles

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

New Year's Strangers 🌸😡 (New Year's Eve fate) - @cupid-styles

Sunshine 🌸🍌😡 (Grumpy Harry x innocent reader) - @stylesloveclub

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

Dylan O'Brien

Drunk reader gets picked up 🍌 (boyfriend Dylan x drunk reader) - @strangerquinns

Years of Loving You 🌸😡(🌶 in final part) (Bridgerton vibes au) - @strangerquinns

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

Friends Kiss Each Other All the Time, Right? 🌸 (New Year's Eve) - @strangerquinns

Grow Some Balls and be Honest with Her 🌸(New Year's Eve) - @strangerquinns

Breathe 🌶🌶 (HANDS) - @theinternetisfulloftrash

Unfair 🌶🌶 by (Filth) - @thankspete

Neighbours 🌶 (Lockdown) - @supernovanim

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

It's You 🌸 (Jealous Stiles) - @t-h-i-n-g

Stiles takes drunk reader home 🌸 - @twjournals

Poker Night 🌶🌶🌶 (Stiles friends to lovers) - @writingsbychlo

“I fell in love with you.” “No, you fell down the stairs." 🍌🌸(Stiles helps drunk reader home) - @fitzells

Warmth 🌶🌶 (Stiles x vampire reader) - @asterias-record-shop

Consider Fake Dating Me, Stiles 🌸🌶 (Fake dating Stiles x siren reader) - @semicolonsspace

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Sorry for the multiple tags for some people but just stop writing so many good things then.

x

[obriengf]

hi bub! can you recommend active DOB blogs? are we alone in the universe? why does cheese taste like that? have a great day <3

first of all, i love cheese. legit one of my top food groups is cheese.

regarding active dob blogs - there aren't too many that are solely him, but i do know of some that post/have posted (they don't much anymore) that also post a lot of other cool characters and actors.

if you're looking for some pictures, videos, gifs, edits, etc... you can aways check out @onlydylanobrien is my go to. @dylanholyhellobrien @dylsexual

as for fics, some of these guys are super active and absolutely killing it at this writing game, but I've also thrown in some that don't write for him anymore/aren't as active cause they're ma' faves <3

@mysticallystilinski , @murdrdocs , @bamboozledbird , @dcangel , @teen--marvel / @harringtonstilinski @strangerstilinski @strangerquinns , @writingsbychlo , @stiles-o-dylan24 , @were-cheetah-stiles @fitzells @thelittlestkitsune @theinternetisfulloftrash

tbh there are SO MANY MORE, but it's 9pm and i worked all day and I'm doing an assignment and i can;t think but please trust me when i say i am a massive supporter of everything that I've seen on this site relating to dob content and the creators / authors <3

[bamboozledbird]

do you have any teen wolf fic recs??????? your writing is impeccable and now I must know some of your favs to supplement waiting for updates 🩵

(first, thank you so much. impeccable is far too kind, but it made my entire day) yes absolutely. i'm actually so glad you asked because there are so many authors i would love to shoutout. i have specific fics i always return to, and fav authors who always come out with bangers. you probably already know them all because they're legendary, but they deserve all the s/o's.

fics and writers that keep me going in this post 2019 world:

do you think it's easy being of the jealous kind? (idk if this author is on tumblr, but my god their ao3 content is so fucking good)

@obriengf has so much content to enjoy, but if you're specifically looking for multi-part series, i love jemma's teen wolf rewrite

this one for some much needed fluff by @strangerstilinski

this new girl inspired duology by @star-stilinski that is simply inspired

if you wanna cry and then be comforted, this one by @theinternetisfulloftrash is perfect

all of the above are wonderfully written, and i hope you reread them as often as i do.

[freedomfireflies]

May Fic Recs! 🐇

Rabbit, Rabbit!!

I am so beyond blessed and privileged to be witness and even mutuals with some of these incredible authors! Their work always brings me so much joy and excitement! Please feel free to browse around, show some love, and maybe even find your next favorite creator! 💞

The Harry Styles Category!

💞 First we have @avatar-anna! You probably know her from her Unknown Number series, if not one of her many other wonderful works! She's so incredibly talented and creative!

~ Here is her masterlist!

💞 @be-with-me-so-happily is so crazy talented and inspired! So many amazing and addicting stories to discover! Namely her take on Don't Worry Darling and the trouble that follows!

~ Here is her masterlist!

💞 @watchyourbluesturngolden is a beast!! In the absolute best way! A true legend, especially for giving us Harry and Stevie! They've got so many wonderful blurbs and requests to check out!

~ Here is their masterlist!

💞 @lonelycowgirls who not only gave us The Garden but has complied a couple fic rec's herself, which was so fun to go through!!

~ Here is her masterlist!

💞 @londonbelow has been giving us amazing content for far longer than we've deserved, but nevertheless...I'm so grateful! Not only for Black Rabbit but for all the other incredible stories she's graced us with!

~ Here is her masterlist!

The Harry Styles + Other Category!

🤍 @lovebittenbyevans has just started taking requests and (if I'm correct) is planning a series, too! For Chris Evans and Harry! They don't have a masterlist yet, but check out their page to make sure you don't miss anything!

🤍 @walkingintheheartbreaksatellite has been crazy supportive of me for so long now, and I'm so excited that I finally get to show some support back! They've got an incredible Niall Horan series, and I believe (correct if I'm wrong) are opening up requests for both Harry and Niall (again, correct me if I'm wrong)! You'll find their other works on their page, and attached to that link!!

🤍 @reidssbau has also been giving us incredible content for years! She just recently posted this fan-freaking-tastic plus-size stripper fic with Harry, but also writes for Spencer Reid, and has some amazing, amazing stories and blurbs about him!

~ Here is her masterlist!

🤍 @chrisevansonly writes for both Harry and Chris Evans, and when I came across her story Lavender Moonlight...my heart burst! Absolutely incredible writing, such sweet and descriptive imagery, and the most adorable premise! I'm so excited to go through her collection of stories for both men!!

~ Here is her masterlist!

The Dylan O'Brien Category!

♥️ @stilinskisnevermore is one of my favorite Dylan content creators. The obsession started with their Thomas Fic, and quickly snowballed into a full-blown simp-fest! They've written for almost every character of his, including some about him personally! Each one is guaranteed to leave you breathless!

~ Here is their masterlist!

♥️ @theinternetisfulloftrash is so much fun to keep up with! They've written some crazy accurate blurbs for Dylan (my personal fav being 24x24...but whose isn't?), but they also have an incredible Coachella Dylan fic you can find on Ao3!

~ Here is their masterlist!

The Chris Evans/Steve Rogers/Stucky Category!

💜 @straywords has written an incredible Stucky fanfic that takes place in the mountains that is as cool as the very air in those mountains (...horrible joke, I'll see myself out). They write more explicit content, so make sure to check the warnings, but they've got an extensive catalog that is sure to provide you with excellent stories!

They have some for Steve, Bucky, Stucky, Peter Parker, Yelena Belova, and so many more!

~ Here is their masterlist!

💜 @myfictionaldreams has written some crazy fun stories for so many characters, but I first stumbled upon this surprisingly sweet (but still sexy) Mafia Stucky story! They also write some pretty explicit content, so make sure to check the warnings. But, they've got an incredible list of concepts, requests, and series that I'm so excited to keep perusing!

~ Here is their masterlist!

The Fic Recs and Other Types of Content Creators Category!

💖 @reveriehs has been helping promote authors for years, and I honestly don't know where I'd be without them! If you are ever in a reading rut, and need some ideas, this list is the place to go!

💖 @tiredinwinter was so kind enough to show me some support, and it absolutely made my day! They are endlessly sweet and...they make ART!! Incredible drawings and adorable stickers! They are definitely an account to follow for inspiration, beautiful imagery, and even some fic recommendations!

If you've made it to this point, I LOVE YOU very much!! If you ever need some creators to discover, new stories to obsess over, or just wonderfully kind blogs to follow...these are just some of the amazing people I've been blessed to know and discover!

Thank you to everyone for your crazy wonderful support! I hope this list can be a good start at giving just a little bit of that love back!! 💞💞💞 (I have added so many heart emojis to this damn doc, I am so sorry)

ALSO:

Here is my other author recommendation list if you'd like it! These authors are also still my absolute favs, and that is never gonna change!

[ambear9]

fic stats meme

tagged by no one

rules: give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

the most hits

Can I Borrow and Egg? (44,175 words) E

“Can I help you?” Derek really didn’t want to open the door, but the smell of the person on the other side was intriguing and he needed to know who it belonged to. “Um sorry to bother you, but um do have an egg I can borrow” The guy was wearing fuzzy batman pajama pants and a red zip-up sweater zipped only halfway with no shirt underneath like he just threw it on to walk over here. “Borrow?” Derek raised an eyebrow “Do you plan to return it?” he was trying really hard not to look at the small patch of chest hair that he desperately wanted to touch. “Well no, I plan on buying more eggs when I get my Jeep working again then I’ll return an egg to you, not the exact one” “Derek give the poor kid an egg” Laura yelled from inside the house “I’m an adult” The guy called back “Not a kid”

second most kudos

Passing Notes (7,577 words) E

“And Stiles, as for the paper due next week, I don’t need to know about circumcision” “Got it” Stiles was going to have to drop that class now, even though, yes he did take it because he was bored and needed another credit and Professor Hale was one of the best-looking people he has ever seen, especially when he was wearing his black-rimmed glasses, and the way his long sleeves shirts were cuffed right below his elbow, “Enough of that” Stiles mumbled to himself after running into a plastic trash bin and almost falling over.

third most comments

"I didn’t know it was possible to fall in love with someone without even seeing their face" (33,755 words) E

Stiles didn’t like answering unknown numbers but he was bored and hoping to mess with a scammer. Turns out it was a wrong number, but he felt bad for the guy so we helped him with his computer. He thought that was the end of it, but it turned into one of the best years of his life.

fourth most bookmarks

Coffee & Camo (17,219 words) E

Stiles owns a coffee shop and has a crush on his regular customer. but then the customer stops coming in and Stiles has no idea what happened until he gets a letter in the mail from Sergeant Derek Hale.

fifth most words

Trying to See Through the Rain Coming Down (32,376 words) E

“I need to file a missing person report” “Okay” Stiles didn’t look up from his book, just grabbed one of the papers off the shelf behind him and handed to the man “Fill this out and I’ll get an officer to come out and talk to you” “You’re not even going to look up? My sister is missing and you’re just going to keep reading your stupid book” he yanked the book out of Stiles’ hand and threw it across the precinct almost hitting the Sheriff who had come out of his office to see what the yelling was about. “Sorry” Stiles stood up “It’s just that” “Can I help you?” His dad asked trying to diffuse the situation before Stiles was the next thing thrown across the room “I’m in town visiting my sister and she went to the grocery store Friday afternoon and never came back, she isn’t answering her phone and I can’t find her anywhere” Or the one where Laura dies and Derek is left to take care of her twins with the help of an officer and a newly bitten werewolf.

fic with the least words

Donuts (1,552 words) E

Stiles got an idea while out getting his morning coffee.

tagging: @theinternetisfulloftrash, @just-another-busy-fangirl @7thleveldown, @evanesdust, @phantomlove908, @theboboshow @teacupghost5

and anyone who wants to share

[insom-nom-nom-niatic]

THANK YOU @ravendruid FOR THE TAG!

rules: post the names of the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! tag as many people as you have WIPs!

Since trying to re-start writing with this blog, I decided to just name wips under moods instead of names... in hopes I actually finalize them eventually! I you can have fun trying to decipher what it's actually about. I have a few very different fandoms.

Hurt/comfort (DS)

Villain era (VM)

Think of something fluffy damnit (DS)

Pokey ouchies (VM)

Bad ass (M)

Ouchies (DS)

Sad girl era (DS)

Be normal (VM)

Filthy heart eyes (VM)

Why do I do this to myself (DS)

@7thleveldown @vaxildussy @theinternetisfulloftrash YOU'RE UP! (if you want of course... no pressure.)

[dylandrhodes]

Slightly modified from the smit prompts, but 'I want to count every one of your [moles] with my lips'. This is too perfect for Dylan, I can't. Excited to see where you might take it!

- Trashy 😍

@theinternetisfulloftrash Thank you love!

For you! of course, Got a little carried away with this one lol but hope yall enjoy

Warning? mildish? smut below the cut 😊😊

Count (Dylan O'brien)

You were not drunk.

You were not drunk, you were just blinking away doubled vision as you tried to focus on the form of your man beside you.

No, it wasn’t that you were drunk, it was just that Dylan had decided he wanted to make the spicy margaritas that were your favourite at your local dive.

He'd come home from the grocery hope that evening (usually something you'd do together, but his sole responsibility this week when you'd picked up over time and he wasn't currently filming).

Dylan's excited explanation, between soft kisses after he'd laid out his in haul in the kitchen, had been that your block of days off and his press commitments being done for a couple weeks was cause for celebration.

Trying to recreate them perfectly had turned into endless rounds of taste testing until the blender was a mess in the sink and you and Dylan were sat on the cool tiles kitchen floor, backs against the dishwasher as you nursed the melting ends of recipe 6.

The heat of the room was trapped in your pinked cheeks and your hand pushed up to lazily press the strand of hair back behind your eat that had fallen into your eyes.

You hummed at the cool feeling of your hand against your warmed skin and pressed your fingers to your cheeks before you slipped your fingers down to rest on your neck, felt the fluttering of your pulse thrumming heavy under your skin.

Your tongue darted out from your lips, licked them wet and felt them tingle with the mix of tequila and spice that lined the rim of the glass.

A soft laugh drew your eyes back to the man beside you, lids heavy as you traced his shape. His own glass was loose in his hand, looking small in the span of his fingers, the other handheld his phone, fingers moved as he most likely added to the playlist flowing through the home speakers.

The pair of you had taken to the floor when you'd found yourself stumbling over each other's feet as you tried to clean the mess from dinner. It had mostly comprised of getting distracted in each other, Dylan pulling you in to spin you around, singing along to the music playing through the speakers; kissing against the counter and arguing which round of drinks had been the closest to the original.

The light of the kitchen was low, a wash of warm orange light that made the cropped fuzz of Dylan’s hair glow, a fire outline of his shape. Your eyes dropped to caress the line of his jaw, the pink pout of lips, the sheen of them illuminated by the light of his phone.

The song changed and you dragged your legs up from where they had been sprawled in front of you, toes now pressed into the cool floor. You raised your hand to cup your jaw, smiled as you held up your heavy head to watch Dylan raise his glass up to his lips once more for a long sip, head tilted back just so.

His throat stretched, head tipped to show the line of his neck, the strong cords of muscle and the swell of his Adam's apple. The neck of his shirt was loose, a faded old black T-shirt that was a favourite of his, stolen from a movie set years past now. It was worn in a soft to the touch, smelt of Dylan and their washing powder always.

Your fingers dropped and smoothed against the bare skin of your thigh as you watched him, your knees bowed inward just so.

He looked strong like this, you thought, the width of his shoulders against the dishwasher, the thick line of throat the dip before the meeting point of his clavicles just visible, the way his hand consumed the circumference of the glass easily.

You swallowed and swayed as you set your glass down to the left of you before turning in to let your eyes more easily keep Dylan.

With a tilt of his head, the glow of the light streaming in from the windows changed, illuminated the constellation of moles that mapped the span from ear to lips. You shivered at the brush of heat on your thigh and your gaze flickered to find Dylan’s fingers, skimmed up and down the line of skin, a hazy touch that Dylan barely seemed aware of himself.

His phone was abandoned in his lap, the hand not on you still held the almost empty glass, head laid back against the dishwasher, eyes closed lashes casting a long shadow. He was humming, you realised after a breath, lost in the swell of music, seemingly content with the lazy flirt of skin on skin as his fingers danced pattern on your skin.

Heat breathed up your spine, fire from Dylan’s fingers to the inside of your thigh, up through to the base of your stomach, a kiss of butterflies under your ribs.

You sighed, and watched, and wanted, licked your lips and returned your eyes to the map on flushed skin, the sun kisses dark landmarks that drew your eyes to the line of his ear, jaw, throat, soft skin hot from alcohol.

A soft sound passed your lips as you turned in closer to Dylan, blinked once, twice until you blinked and your nose and lips and eyelashes had found Dylan’s cheek.

Your next blink was an incidental butterfly kiss before your lips pursed in a soft press, under the mole that you knew was there, larger than the others just a breath away from his lips.

Dylan’s long fingers paused, greedy with the skin of your right thigh, palm flattened and fingers curled to take grip, a light scratch of nails as he relaxed his fingers before he took hold once more.

You had lingered, and finally exhaled before you drew your mouth blindly to the trio of lighter freckles that bridged to the next mole just lips away from the hinge of his jaw. You kissed the skin, licked your lips of his taste before you kissed again, leaving a brush of wet skin behind.

Your arms grew restless in your own lap then, the heat of Dylan close, under your lips, the stillness of him as he let you kiss on him. His frame was warm and solid under you, his body rose and fell with his breaths, chest jostled you just so with the subtle movement. His breaths and his grip on your thigh were his only participation.

Your touch blindly found Dylan’s shoulder then, fingers sought the side of his neck, held him as your mouth found its next target, your favourite mole perfectly below his earlobe.

you found it with lips and then the bite of teeth, a deep inhale through your nose and you pressed closer, limbs heavy and melting where you held onto him.

Dylan seemed to come to life with the nip of your teeth against his skin, hands found your waist, a hot thrill pushed through your skin as he gripped. His head turned, met you with his nose bumping your ear, breath hot against your skin.

“What you up to baby?”

You shivered, his voice was a low husking whisper, and some silly part of you twisted with an ache of longing, you wanted him closer still just from the hum of his voice like you weren’t already skin to skin.

You huffed, frustrated as if Dylan had ruined your plans, sprung you in your scheme, as a traitorous blush swallowed your cheeks and nose and chin.

“Nothin” you replied, scratched your nails in a circle against his neck, went back to your focus, hoping that would keep him still a little longer.

You pulled back just far enough to bridge to the next mole on his neck, pressed three lingering kisses there before nuzzling in, unable to help but follow the smell of Dylan. It was warm and clean and boy washed with the alcohol he’d been drinking and a light sheen of sweat glowing on the back of his neck.

“Oh, you’re not trying something on with me?”

Dylan asked again, whole his body had gone warm and relaxed in your arms under the simple scratch of nails and presses of lips. quiet smirk on his lips.

Despite the way he’d melted into you, you could feel the curiosity in his hands on your frame, the way his fingers fidgeted, played with the thin fabric of your tee between his fingertips, twisting it up lazily till the cotton pulled tight against your skin.

You smirked at his words, unable to help yourself when a small bundle of giggles grew and burst from between your lips, shoulders shimmered with it as your hand gripped tighter to his neck. Your lips vibrated against the freckled skin you’d been kissing at as you smoothed your laughter.

“Don’t really have to try it do I Dyl, you’re kinda an easy drunk”

It's an easy tease, but you can’t help yourself, really because it was true and you both knew it.

“Oh” was the only breath of warning you got before his hold tightened on you, strong hands took a grip of your waist and he positioned you in his lap easily.

You let out a small whimper of defeat and pulled you away from your target once more.

“I’m an easy drunk?”

Dylan asked then, his hand moved to hold you under your chin, tilted your chin up to lock your eyes in his. His gaze was fire warm and his lids were low, lashes a dark smudged frame around dark brown.

“Big words for the girl who was copping a feel”

his voice was low, steady and deliberate and your lower stomach pulled with it, you kept his gaze until the room bent around you and your drink warmed body swayed, eyes pulled away.

“Was not copping a feel” You refuted and found yourself a nice place to rest your head, the warmth of Dylan’s shoulder under your cheek.

“Big talk, girl, big talk” Dylan’s laughter shook his chest and rocked you with it, one of his hands found your hair and his fingers skimmed the strands.

You pulled back with a sigh and shake your head, the motion heavy and you let out a fumbled laugh at the way your vision blurred.

“I wasn’t putting the moves on you Dyl”

You paused to try to find the right words that didn’t show your hand.

“I just, um decided that- well I was looking at you like your face and stuff” your hand waved vaguely in front of yourself as your tequila sweetened mind stumbled around your words.

“I decided I wanted to count all your moles with my lips, because we don’t know like the official count, I guess in case we needed that, like, information”

You trailed off and reached quickly to pick up Dylan’s cup, sipping at the last of the mostly melted icy drink.

You were only maybe half hiding behind the glass to hide the dark red of your cheeks, the realisation that what you said out loud was maybe a bit more embarrassing than just agreeing that you wanted to get handsy with him.

The sound of your own heart pounded full in your ears and you exhaled, felt your chest rise and fall with the movement. The room was filled only by the sound of Frank Ocean's voice rolling around you both, sweet, steady and low.

A bead of water dove from the base of the stemware, the condensation dripped onto the fabric of your tee just to the left of your breast, wet the fabric through as Dylan’s hand met yours to ease the glass out of your grip.

You shivered with it, the drop of cold water, the touch, the tequila at the bottom of the drink that burned a hot line down the centre of you.

“That’s mine” Dylan breathed, placed his lips on the glass where yours had been, took the very last few drops on his lips before he set it to the side with his eyes locked on yours, held in them a dark intention.

It was a smouldering gaze that drew the lines of you, the shape he knew so well under the tee and small sleep shorts you wore.

You suppressed a shiver, licked your lips and drew a small breath. The space between was hot, a wire line coiled between you that had you pressing your hips down subconsciously, your thighs widened and you felt your nipples tighten under the thin fabric of your shirt.

The tequila already had you spinning, skin hot, but it held nothing to the proximity of Dylan.

His hands found yours once more, thumbs and fingers circled your wrists and picked them up to place your palms flat against his chest. His fingers drew up the outside of your arms, thumb pressed in and smoothed over the taut muscles of your forearms.

The heat of his skin was thick even through the fabric of his t-shirt and your fingers pressed in, hungry for more of him, starving with the weight of Dylan’s eyes on you.

The brown of his eyes fell to your mouth then, lingered, but never pressed closer to follow through.

His silence and stillness were so unlike him, Dylan was all hands first followed by mouth lips and teeth and you ached for the familiar grip that usually accompanied that gaze, the pull of you into him over and over.

His hunger for you had never been so quiet.

You wanted to know what he thought, wanted his reaction, wanted him to follow through in the promises his eyes were making.

You pressed closer, a drag of your hips down, Dylan’s sweats bunched with the movement under your thighs, pulled your lower back in, arse pushing back.

The man underneath you didn't respond in like, didn’t find the cradle of your hips with his own, no pressure to the hottest part of you.

“Dylan”

“Yes baby” he answered unhurried, words diligent from his tongue.

You watched his face, calm and expressionless as he regarded you, a glow of softness under his eyes and a wash of deep red in the hollows below his cheek bones that held you in his want.

“Dylan?” you repeat, a whisper this time, a question, the only word you could find in your mouth.

“Yes baby?” he whispered back, voice earnest.

He swallowed and you watched, he wet his lips and let his eyes undress you once more in a slow pour of his brown eyes.

He shrugged, hands finally moving to take you in them once more, found your thighs and followed them up to the hinge of your hips, kept going until he pushed up under the fabric of your t-shirt to place his hands against soft skin.

“You want to count, then count baby”

The gentle command made sweat bead at the low of your back, lids felt heavy with it, and you felt as the pulses in your wrist thundered.

He smirked then, easy and warm and your body tightened, your fingers wound up in his shirt and you leaned in just so, eyes watched the easy rise and fall of Dylan’s chest, his slow breaths as he watched you, leant back and waiting.

“Don’t get shy on me now, got a lot of ground to cover haven’t you?”

Dylan muttered when you didn’t react, his thumb drew lazy circles on your skin and licked his lips.

You sighed, and really, Dylan didn’t ever really need to ask, to invite you to his body because you always wanted, and he knew that.

But something about him lying in wait for your touch, so casual in his command, the way he watched you with a lazy intimacy made the low of your gut twist with a kick of a thrill; something low and dirty that thrummed a heartbeat between your legs.

Your knees drew in from where they were tucked on either side of Dylan’s wide frame, you tightened around nothing with the movement, only a tease of Dylan's fingers at your hips. Heat bloomed through your core as you willed his touch to push closer.

“Guess so” you agreed.

Dylan smelt ever so faintly like the cigarette he suck a few hours ago and you want to be wrapped up in it, woven to him like the lingering scent.

Your lips found the corner of his jaw, the predominant mole you know well and you mouthed at it. The man's large fingers cripped at your body with the contact, and you placed small kisses to cover it and the smatter of smaller freckles that marked the skin like a spin out of stars framing its moon.

Your arms twined around Dylan’s neck, leveraged yourself to tilt down into the seat of his lap, closer until your chest was pressed to the muscle of his, your breasts tight to his body. A deep breath shifted his chest against you, a brush over your pebbled nipples that made your lips part.

“One”

You whispered under your breath, exhaled over the line of Dylan’s neck as you felt the rock of his hips underneath you finally, a press of growing hardness to the centre of you, hot even through the layers of fabric that pulled with each lazy grind.

“One”

Dylan muttered back to you, and between heavy breaths, his hand found you, the low of your stomach, skimmed down with a feather touch to trace the seam of your shorts.

The touch was barely there and your back arched to take more of it, to feel the pressure that was anchoring your body pressed to where you wanted it.

“Ah” Dylan breathed and his other hand found the back of your neck then, slid up into your hair and gripped, drew your face to the side of his throat.

“Count” He mumbled, his finger still tracing the seamed line of your soft shorts, just a breath away from what you wanted. needed. You shivered, ached, and your head spun with it.

“Two” you whispered into his skin, the single word a beg, teeth grazed the mole, turning the surrounding skin red.

Dylan nodded and his single finger became two pressed against you. He slid his hand down so that his palm was in line with the heartbeat of your pussy at its peak, fingertips laying at the spot where your panties had started to dampen with your want.

You nodded, understanding his game and clenched your thighs to keep still, to be good.

“There we go, my clever baby”

Dylan praised, a smile in his words and you flushed, would have rolled your eyes if it wasn’t for the tequila that had washed away your usual initial resistance that came with Dylan’s blatant praising of you, of just how much you liked it.

“Just need to count as many as you want”

Dylan whispered to you like a secret, the love in his words made your next breath catch, stutter.

He pressed the pad of his fingers up just enough that the pressure, the promise of it made you gasp into his shoulder, as your body throbbed with it. Your fingers twisted in the waist of his sweats.

“Count”

Dylan encouraged you again and you nodded, eyes closed as your lifted your heavy head to find the sun mark closest to his lips, pressed a kiss over it.

“Three”

[dobshands]

Could you do one where reader and Dylan meet at a bar while he is out with his friends and he sees you and comes over and talks to you and you end going to his house and talking and leads to other things. Btw I love your writing it so good.

Hi Anon!

I'm afraid I think you may have sent this to the wrong blog as I don't really write/haven't posted anything?

But may I direct you to this and this, both are nice goodies from @theinternetisfulloftrash which follow the same bar kinda vibe? 😏

[dylanmischief]

HAPPY FREAKIN' BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!! I love you so much. I think you're an absolute gem of a human and I hope you have a FABULOUS freakin' DAY! - Trashy

TRASHY!!!! THANK YOUUUUUUUUU!!!!!!! I love YOU so much. You are one of my favorite people ever and you truly made my birthday bearable. I LOVE my presents so much, thank youuuuuu.

[obsessedwithitall]

My favourite Things I've read this week- 15th November

🌶=smut 🍌=no direct smut but mentions/implications 🌸= fluff 😡=angst

In no particular order

Breathe 🌶🌶

Dylan O'Brien choking vibes by @theinternetisfulloftrash

Close Call 🌶🌶

Step dad Harry Styles, mum nearly catches them kinda deal by @gurugirl

Author Reader 🌸

Harry Styles x Author reader fake instagram by @alonetimelover

[obriengf]

OH MY GOSH! Happy Birthday!!! <3 - xoxo Trashy

THANK YOU SO MUCH @theinternetisfulloftrash ❤️ it was such a lovely surprise to see this message from you!

[eroticbellybloatfan]

Dylan + dancing + pudge 1st gif credit to @theinternetisfulloftrash . Thanks for being awesome!

[2handsslan]

✨october 2022 fic recs✨

i’m back with another rec list!! september was crazy so i skipped it but here’s my list for october i hope you enjoy!

please please please reblog to show your support for these incredible creators! and please check out/reblog their work!

also if anyone would like to send me fics to read i would love that!

this rec list includes fics for: harry styles, luke hemmings, calum hood, conrad fisher, jj maybank, anthony bridgerton, andy barber, peter parker, bucky barnes, & dylan o’brien

harry styles

blush - @moonchildstyles

“y/n is a makeup artist and she doesn't think she's ever had a better halloween”

pearls - @moonchildstyles

y/n joins harry on tour to help with backing vocals, harry falls head over heels for her

luke hemmings

similar desires - @vailvr

“a feeling of jealousy is all it takes for the emotions they kept hidden to come to light.”

calum hood

chopped - @ukulelecal

“in which you and calum get inspired by Chopped”

5sos

pancakes - @theshyspy

“hour night went nothing like you planned as your date stood you up. luckily, your two best friends are always eager to cheer you up.”

conrad fisher

ocean eyes - @cryonme

“it's a shitshow of a summer, and conrad fisher has the prettiest eyes you've ever seen.”

jj maybank

manner legs, teacher voice, and time-outs - @hanluev

y/n is a teacher & jj comes to visit her class

anthony bridgerton

tales of a heart - @imalexaalonso1

“anthony bridgerton has declared he's looking for a wife.“

andy barber

unpolished - @mackenzielovee

“being Andy Barber's assistant was never going to be easy. but you never anticipated it being this difficult, either.”

peter parker

cant get close - @ptergwen

“in danger of flunking physics, you enlist peter parker to tutor you.“

clause 3 of the friendship agreement - @youlightmeupfinn

“you and peter parker have always been the best of friends, even going as far as to enact a friendship agreement like idiots.“

bucky barnes

beefy bucky barnes being drunk and obsessed with you - @infictionalwonderland

drunk, cute bucky loves his girl

dylan o’brien

collision course coachella - @theinternetisfulloftrash

“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.”

[wildflowerdylan]

WILDFLOWERDYLAN'S REC LIST

DYLAN O’BRIEN

L.I.E. (Love Is Easy) by @brien-odylan

Unable to Keep It by @fanficstookover

Complex by @uh-oh-kenzieiswriting

The Summer Fling by @were-cheetah-stiles

Role Play by @sugarcoatedjj

Coach by @that-sarcastic-writer

Wrong Loves My Company by @stilinski-jpeg

Far From L.A. by @theinternetisfulloftrash

Where to Belong by @7thleveldown

That Suit by @7thleveldown

Collision Course Coachella by @theinternetisfulloftrash

Like Blood and a Lemon by @dylandrhodes

Special Occasions by @theinternetisfulloftrash

STILES STILINSKI (Teen Wolf)

tie cherry stems with my tongue by @voidyllic

hey stupid, i love you by @pvre-angel

Sleepover by @the-writing-adventures-of-mouse

Sleepless Nights by @the-writing-adventures-of-mouse

take care of yourself by @spiderwcd

Strictly Professional by @teenwolffanclub-meI only bought this dress so you could take it off by @sourcherryandsprinkles

Addicted by @writingsbychlo

Oops... my bad by @ihavesimpedovermanyfictionalmen

Green-Eyed Monster by @multiversehearts

Were you just touching yourself? by @twjournals

To Fall for a Friend by @aristrocratocrat

Pretty Boy by @velvetcloxds

Why couldn’t it be me? by @i-smell-racism

THOMAS (Maze Runner Series)

Forever Love by @dobrienwrites

MITCH RAPP (American Assassin)

Good Girl by @amesstilinski

Welcome Home by @solarstiles

The Recruit by @were-cheetah-stiles

SAM TAYLOR (Amazing Stories)

Heart Under Construction by @writingsbychlo

JOEL DAWSON (Love and Monsters)

Cheating Death by @dobrienwrites

FRED FITZELL (The Education of Fredrick Fitzell)

Coming Soon…

RICHIE BOYLE (The Outfit)

Coming Soon…

[wittystiles]

Drabble - Joel Dawson

Prompt: “where do you think you’re going?”

Pairing: Joel Dawson x F!Reader

author: wittystiles

word count: 1k

Not my best. Not my worst. Happy valentines day! (Request from @theinternetisfulloftrash) Not edited, all mistakes are of my own stupidity. 

“and where do you think you're going”

The large, dark cave was silent as those who called it home slept in their respective rooms or nooks, curtains drawn and make-shift doors shut. The only sound you could really make out were the waves outside, and the soft breathing beside you. Feel the rise and fall of a chest beneath your splayed out arm. You shifted a little with your eyes tightly shut and thought of the recent events, mulling over them to try and help you fall asleep.  

Since rebuilding what was left of your home after the destruction brought on by outsiders who had tricked their way into everyone's trust, bedtimes had gotten earlier. Couples had grown closer. You, in particular, had grown close to the guy who’d come to meet with one of your (former) friends, Aimee. He’d stuck around while you guys rebuilt, feeling partially guilty for the damage that had been done, regardless of it not being his fault in any capacity. 

After you’d all gotten comfortable again, you made it a point to keep finding tasks for him. Getting him better immersed into the group that was standing before he came along. You had figured if you could make him comfortable - make him feel like he belonged with you all - he’d stay. 

This was two months ago. It was roughly two weeks into your assimilation plan when he’d cornered you one night, nerves visible in the way his hands fidgeted and his eyes kept scanning rapidly over your face. He’d confronted you about trying to keep him busy. About always finding an excuse as to why he couldn’t pack up and head back out. You were dumbfounded for an answer, stammering a little as your brain worked. You didn’t know how to cover for the fact you just wanted him around. Didn’t want to see him leave. 

After a few beats of your heart and no answer, he took charge. Grabbing your shoulder in his large hand to pull you into a kiss. Once you relaxed into it, you knew you’d never let him leave you. 

That night he’d moved his things from where he’d been staying near the mouth of the cave to your small bedroom towards the back. You two spent the next morning making it a nice place for the both of you. Finding nice shells along the shore to decorate with, a way to make the bed you slept on bigger, more comfortable. You’d both managed to scavenge another pillow too, one that would be more comfortable than the sweater he’d been using. 

And that’s where he stayed, with you. Far longer than he insisted he was planning on staying. He kept swearing he would leave the next day, find his old friend group. See how they were going. And every night he’d crash on your bed with you, mumbling about how he was too tired and would leave the following afternoon. After this charade had continued for a week you concluded he never really had any intentions of going anywhere. He was yours.

And without any reserve, you were his. 

That thought made you smile, eyes finally giving up on sleep as they opened. You scanned over Joel’s sleeping face, heart warming at the sight of your boy. You lifted up onto your elbow, carefully dragging your arm off of his chest, hoping he wouldn’t wake. Your own breath hitched when he shifted a little at the loss, rolling onto his side. Giving it a moment, you continued to watch him, all thoughts consumed by how handsome you found your man. And how warm your heart felt to see him so peaceful. You kissed his brow gently, just ghosting your lips against his skin. Waiting to make sure you didn’t wake him. 

Once you figured the coast was clear, you pushed yourself up more, finding your way to your knees on the bed, then to your feet. You carefully turned, padding on your tiptoes to the curtain of the small room, gripping it at the top to keep the metal rings from making a sound against the pole it hung from. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” You heard Joel’s voice call from behind you, tone deep and thick with sleep. You stopped dead in your tracks, hand held above your head. “Lower your hand, and no one gets hurt.” He drawled. You heard the bed make noise as he shifted on it behind you. You slowly lowered your hand back down to your side, swallowing hard to clear your throat. 

“I was just getting some water,” you offered, keeping your back to him. You could hear his heavy footfalls on the dirt ground as he made his way to you. His large hands were soon finding your waist, rubbing over your sides gently. He was warm, pulling you back against his chest while his lips fell to your neck, leaving a trail of soft kisses. 

“We have water here,” he mused, voice muffled against your skin. “Thought you were sleeping.” 

You tilted your head to the side, allowing him more access. “Mmm, no. Just layin’ there. Couldn’t sleep.”

His hands worked under your shirt, rubbing over your stomach before finding their way to your chest, cupping each breast. You leaned your head back against his shoulder, closing your eyes, thankful you hadn’t managed to get the curtain open. His kiss worked it’s way back up your neck, feathering over your jaw and cheek. “I can help you fall asleep,” his words were punctuated by his right hand leaving your chest, working it’s way into the front of your pants, resting over the underwear you wished in that moment you weren’t wearing. “If you want me to,” he concluded. You turned your face to his then, kissing him deeply as way of permission. 

His lips pressed against yours and you could practically taste the smirk he wanted to make, his hand dipping underneath your underwear to explore your folds. “Lets get back to bed.”