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rosewritestuff · 2 months

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Dylan O'Brien gets pulled over, and he's willing to do anything to get out of a ticket. Lady cop handcuffs him, bends him over the back of the car with his underwear and pants at his ankles, and fucks him with a dildo, which he enjoys. please thanx

Dylan O'Brien x Reader; dom!reader, bottom!dylan o'brien, dubcon, dildo use, anal play, dildo in ass,

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

You turned on your lights and siren as a car blew past you in the dark. You were stationed on a long stretch of road, miles from anything else, waiting for people like this. They pulled over and you got out, walking up to the car and tapping on the window, shining your flashlight through it.

“Do you know how fast you were going sir?” you asked as they rolled the window down, eyes scrunched up tight against the brightness of your flashlight. You lowered it a bit, able to make out dark hair, dark eyes, and a wide grin.

“Fast enough to catch your interest, sweetheart,” the man said, looking you up and down, and you felt a grin spreading across your own face, wide and predatorial. His smile dimmed, but he tried to recover, saying, “I’m Dylan, what’s your name, sweet thing?”

“Doesn’t matter what my name is, you call me Officer. Dylan, was it? Well, Dylan, you were going far above the limit, but I think we can work something out, if you’re so inclined,” you intoned delicately, Dylan staring up at you with wide eyes, nodding desperately.

“Anything- I’ll do anything, I can’t get another ticket, I’m on- I just can’t. So, please. Whatever you want, I’ll do it,” Dylan begged, and you smirked, stepping back from the car.

“Out of the car, against the trunk, hands behind your back,” you ordered, and Dylan looked confused, but did as you said, protesting the whole time.

“But- Officer, you said- I just said- please. I mean it, anything,” Dylan repeated.

You walked up behind him, slipping your pair of cuffs on his wrists, tightening them as you pressed up against his back, whispering in his ear. “I’m not arresting you Dylan, I’m having some fun with you. You did say anything, and I’m going to have fun with that.”

You put your hands on Dylan’s back and pushed him down onto the trunk of the car, his ass sticking out enticingly. You couldn’t help but squeeze it once, before backing away. “Stay there, and don’t move. I have to grab supplies from my car, and if you’re not in the same place, this is gonna go a whole lot differently than I have planned, understand?”

Dylan nodded quickly, pressing his forehead to the metal of the trunk, waiting for you. You turned around and walked out of the glow of your headlights to the backseat, grabbing lube and a dildo, along with a pair of gloves, before going back to the front of the car.

You pulled on the gloves then stepped up behind Dylan again, carefully placing the items in his hands, making sure he could get a feel for them. “You know what these are, Dylan?”

“Yes Officer- it’s a dildo and I hope lube.”

You laughed and reached around in front of him, undoing his jeans. “Very good Dylan. I assume you know what I’ll be using them for,” you said as you pulled his jeans and briefs down to his ankles.

“Fuck! Yeah, yeah I know,” he swore, and you took back the lube, putting some on your gloved fingers, spreading it to warm it up. “This isn’t my first rodeo Officer, you don’t have to treat me like a delicate flower.”

You rolled your eyes at him, rubbing his hole before slipping two fingers inside him. He inhaled sharply, hands squeezing the dildo tightly then relaxing. “It’s not ‘being delicate’ to be kind,” you said sharply, wiggling your fingers inside him before pulling them out and adding more lube.

“Yes Officer!” Dylan cried as you plunged your fingers back into his asshole, spreading them out and adding a third, rubbing at his walls until his thighs were shaking. “I’m ready Officer, I’m ready!”

You pulled your fingers free, taking the dildo from Dylan and coating it with lube, pressing the tip to his entrance. Dylan tilted his hips back, pushing until the tip slipped inside him, a moan escaping him.

“There we go, taking it like a champ, aren’t you Dylan?” you commented as you pressed the dildo further into him, halfway, then pulling it back out to the tip, listening to Dylan’s desperate cries.

“Please Officer! No, don’t stop, I won’t ever speed again, I’ll- I’ll, I’ll follow all the road rules alwayssss!” Dylan hissed as you thrust the dildo inside him, his hole swallowing it up until the flared base was against his ass.

“Very good, Dylan! That’s exactly what I wanted to hear,” you praised, fucking the dildo in and out of his hole quickly, angling it and knowing you were hitting his prostate when he jumped, hands clenching into fists.

His cheek was pressed to the trunk, heating up the metal with his breath and sweat. You could see his dick heavy between his legs, ready to burst any second.

“Are you going to come for me, Dylan? Gonna come for your Officer? Come all over your fast, fast car? Do it, come on, that’s it!” you cheered as he came, spilling over the bumper of his car and the road below him. You kept moving the dildo, until he was whimpering, up on his toes trying to get away from the sensations.

“Please! I can’t, no more,” he pleaded, and you relented, pulling the dildo free from his slightly gaping hole. He was panting, fogging up the metal of the trunk, as you took your gloves off, pulled his pants up, and patted him on the ass once.

“You can stand up now, Dylan,” you murmured in his ear, as you undid the cuffs from around his wrists. He took a minute, then stood, rolling out his wrists and shoulders, before turning to you and smirking.

“Well, thanks for the ride Officer, but I’ve got somewhere to be. I trust this whole ‘ticket’ is taken care of?”

You laughed, waving him off, saying, “What ticket?” He grinned and saluted you, getting into his car, gingerly you noted, with a grin. You got back into your car as he took off, following rules of the road.

#rose writes #smut #no y/n #dylan o'brien #dylan o'brien smut #dylan o'brien x reader #dylan o'brien x you #dylan o'brien x y/n

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rosewritestuff · 3 months

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Jensen Ackles | Sony Open in Hawaii, January 9, 2024 (x)

#(s)creaming #biting my fist #jensen ackles #HES SO FINE #mama i want him #daddy i love him #rose reblogs

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rosewritestuff · 3 months

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So happy you are back, Rose, and taking care of your mental health.

May I please have a Jensen Ackles and Chris Evans story where they are bored in their trailer (working on a movie together), so they pull down their shared assistant's panties and finger fuck her front and back? Thank you

Thank you love, I appreciate you saying that! <3

Jensen Ackles x Reader, Chris Evans x Reader; dub-con, vaginal fingering, anal fingering, spit as lube, ass slaps

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

“God, I’d kill for one of those beers from your brewery right now,” Chris said to Jensen, lounging on one side of the couch in the trailer he shared with him. Jensen was sitting on the other side, flipping through channels on the tv mindlessly. You were sitting at the mini island in the kitchen, just a few feet from them, reading a magazine but keeping an eye on them. That was your job after all, as their assistant- to watch them, be there for them, do anything they needed. You were dressed to their liking even, a short skirt, heels, and a button up top.

“God, same, but we’ve only got shitty stuff here. Hey sweetie- what’s your name again? Never mind, go get us some beers, woulda?” Jensen asked you, barely turning towards you.

“Um…you’re not allowed to drink before shooting,” you said quietly, daring to look up from your magazine. Now Jensen and Chris were both staring at you, looking at you like you had sprouted another head.

“Did she just talk back to you?” Chris asked Jensen, his voice stunned with amazement. “She’s never done that, she must be getting comfortable around us.”

“Ohh, I’d definitely say she’s more than comfortable- sweetie, c’mon over here, woulda? Sit by us for a sec,” Jensen gently ordered, and you found yourself standing before you realized it.

You walked over to the couch and sat between the two men, so much bigger than you, taller and broader, boxing you in. Chris put his hand on your bare thigh, much closer to your center than you would have expected. You jumped a little, and Jensen shushed you, putting his arm around your shoulders.

“We’re not gonna hurt ya sweetie, we just wanna play a bit. We’re bored, see, and you won’t give us any beer, so what are we to do? We need some…entertainment,” Jensen murmured into your ear, making you shiver. Chris’ hand squeezed your thigh and you gasped, your legs spreading slightly as you tried to readjust, but then both their hands were on your thighs and they were spreading you wide, tucking your legs over theirs, holding you down and open.

You knew it was your job to do and be what they needed, but you weren’t sure it extended this far. Still, you didn’t protest as they both leaned in, kissing your neck as their hands massaged your inner thighs.

A gasp escaped you when Chris nipped at your neck, his fingertips trailing over your pantyclad pussy, running his knuckles against your covered clit. Your hips jerked up, and Jensen chuckled.

“Guess someone’s eager to get things started,” he said, and you gasped again as he and Chris picked you up, turning you so you were on your knees, ass out, your chest resting on the back of the couch.

“Stay put,” Chris murmured, and you nodded, staring out the slits in the blinds on the window in front of you- anyone could walk by, no one would know what was happening inside the trailer. You couldn’t stop the weak moan that left you when Chris started pressing his fingertips against your pussy and asshole, through your panties. He started drumming a rhythm against you, making you tremble slightly.

“Let’s see what we’re workin’ with here,” Jensen said, and lifted your skirt, groaning at the sight of your white panties, exposing more than half your ass. “Fuck yeah, lookit you princess, so fuckin’ sexy.”

You flushed, pressing your face into your arms, resting on the back of the couch as Jensen palmed your ass, Chris still drumming against your covered holes. Your legs were shaking a bit harder now, feeling desperate for something inside you now, caring less about if you should be doing this or not.

Chris started rubbing you, hard, dragging his palm up and down your pussy, your hips jerking in Jensen’s hold as you tried to press down into Chris’ hand.

“Looks like someone’s a little desperate,” he laughed, and you flushed, starting when someone slapped your ass. “We like ‘em desperate,” Chris whispered in your ear and you shuddered, sticking your ass out farther and wiggling your hips.

Suddenly your panties were ripped off you, you heard the tearing of the fabric as you gasped. Hands were spreading over your ass immediately, a few fingers dipping between your folds, coating themselves in your slick. One fingertip pressed inside your cunt, just barely swirling around inside you before pulling out. Again and again, until you were begging.

“Please- please, more, I need more,” you whined, and suddenly there was a finger pressing at your asshole too, and then both fingertips were dipping inside, circling around before pulling out. You nearly cried in frustration, your pussy aching to be filled.

“Use your words, baby,” Chris muttered against your shoulder, his fingers trailing around your ass before slapping it quickly.

“Fuck! Need your fingers in me,” you begged, and without warning two fingers shoved inside your cunt, curling and making you shout as they found that spongey spot inside you.

Another finger pressed at your asshole, pushing inside and curling the opposite way of the other fingers, acting like a hook and pulling your ass up higher, stretching your hole out.

Jensen leaned in and spit on your hole, spreading his saliva around with his fingers before pressing a second one in. Chris meanwhile, was rubbing around and around that spot inside you, making you drip down his fingers. Now, with two fingers in each of your holes, you felt weirdly full, as pulled open as you were.

Chris and Jensen began thrusting opposite each other, always keeping you filled while Chris slipped his other arm around your leg, fingertips circling your clit. You bucked your hips forwards, both of them moving with you, the sounds of their fingers inside you loud and lewd.

“That’s it princess, ride these fingers, take what you want,” Jensen goaded, and you cried, rocking your hips back and forth, fucking yourself on your their fingers, Chris still flicking your clit.

“C’mon baby, you got it, make yourself come, you can do it,” Chris encouraged as he pressed down hard on that spongey spot just as he flicked your clit. You nearly screamed, biting down on the couch back and desperately moving your hips, fucking their fingers until you were clamping down, cunt spasming as you came.

You continued to drip down Chris’ arm as he and Jensen kept working you, pushing their fingers as deep inside you as they could get and pulling in opposite directions, the stretch sending another wave of heat through you.

“Aw, princess thought we were done after one!” Jensen said gleefully, a third finger pressing at your asshole and sliding in, a bit slower than the others. Once he was inside you, Chris pulled his fingers out, leaving you feeling open until he also pressed three fingers to you, inching them in until you were panting, fuller than ever. They grabbed your hips with their free hands, pulling you back and down, until you were literally sitting on their hands.

“We’ll give you five minutes like this, then we’re doing it again, baby. We’re gonna do it til we have to set, and you’re gonna drip for us, aren’t you? While we’re working, you’re gonna be gaping and dripping, waiting for us to fill you up again,” Chris grinned as you moaned, imagining his words and knowing they would be true.

“Rest up now, princess. You’re gonna need that perky energy you assistants usually have just to keep up with us.”

#rose writes #jensen ackles #chris evans #jensen ackles smut #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles x you #jensen ackles x y/n #chris evans smut #chris evans x reader #chris evans x you #chris evans x y/n #smut #no y/n

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rosewritestuff · 4 months

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UPDATE 2024

Hi everybody!!! How are you all? It's a new year, new-ish Rose! By that, I mean I've come up with a new strategy to keep me from being burnt out, but to also fulfill requests from you all! So! Starting tomorrow, I will open requests for one day, and, depending on how many get sent in, I'll do those then open requests again next month, and continue on like that.

Getting new requests every day apparently short-circuited my brain and caused me to overthink every idea and not be able to write any idea. Who knew?

So this is what we're going to try! And as far as kofi goes, I'm going to leave it closed for now, because I don't feel like I am up to my usual standard yet and I don't want anyone to pay for subpar work.

Thank you to everyone who has stuck by me through the past year, I know it's been rough and uncertain, but I promise I love you all and I can't wait to see how this year goes!

~Rose

#rose reblogs herself

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rosewritestuff · 4 months

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all i want

pairing: andy barber x curvy!reader

words: 1.7k

warnings: 18+ only. cockwarming. little tiny bit of teasing. liiiittle bit of a daddy kink.

notes: shockingly enough, this was meant to be a drabble. it very much is not. enjoy!

inspired by this txt post, this is one of seven characters i’m writing this prompt of sorts for. thank you in advance for reading and as always, reblogs and comments and welcome and so appreciated.

It’s all perfectly innocent to start the night, really it is. Your yearly tradition of watching Miracle on 34th Street after trimming the tree is one that neither of you would want to skip out on. And so far this season, between the trial that has had Andy so stressed and your long shifts at the hospital, there has been quite a bit you’ve ended up skipping.

You paid to have the Christmas lights strung up instead of decorating yourselves, the Christmas tree this year came from the grocery store parking lot Andy passed on his way home yesterday instead of the tree farm you always went to to chop down your own, and your annual Christmas Eve party is a no go this year, too. You’re both too busy, too stressed, too tired.

Andy sits on the couch, getting the movie ready to play, while you’re in the kitchen. You slide the bowl of cookie dough you whipped up into the fridge to chill for an hour or two before baking right as the kettle begins to whistle.

You walk back over to the stove, moving it off the burner before carefully pouring the boiling water into the waiting mugs of coco powder.

“Andy, do you want marshmallows?” you call, knowing your voice will carry into the next room. You stir the powder as you wait for his response, plopping a few mini marshmallows into your mug before your face scrunches up a bit. You turn, ready to peek into the living room to repeat yourself, and jump a bit as you’re met with Andy leaning in the doorway.

His arms are crossed over his chest and you are momentarily distracted by how big his arms look in his sweater. You know it’s soft and you can’t wait to cuddle into him and finally have a chance to relax while you watch the movie.

Your eyes flit to his and then you finally see the look of incredulity on his handsome, bearded face. You’re about to ask him what’s wrong, but he speaks before you can.

“Did you just call me Andy?” he asked, sounding disgusted and a little distraught.

You gape a moment, thinking back to what it was you said, and almost immediately realize that you indeed did. You flounder for only a second before shaking your head, “No,” you lie, “I dont think so.”

“Yes,” he states, pushing off the doorframe and starting toward you, “you did.”

You back up, bumping into the counter behind you as he stalks closer. You fight your smile as a thrill runs through you when he cages you in, his arms either side of you as he stands right before you. He leaves almost no space between you and you can see in his eyes what you’re sure he can see in yours.

Longing, desire, and maybe just a hint of desperation…

It’s been two weeks since you have had anything close to alone time together. Your shifts have been all over the place and you’re either heading to work as Andy is coming home, or leaving just as he gets up to start getting ready for his day. Even your weekends have been taken over. Andy has been working nonstop, but you both promised each other that this weekend would be just for you two. No work, no parties, no distractions. The closest thing to intimate you’ve gotten in two weeks has been your parting kisses. You’ve only shared the bed a few days this past week and you’ve both been so exhausted that the furthest you’ve gotten has been cuddling.

So right here and now, that look in his eyes, you know you’re both thinking about the same thing.

“I’m sorry,” you offer in your attempt to appease him.

“You’re sorry …,” he prompts, waiting for you to address him.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” you press against him, a smile playing on your lips. “Babe…honey…love,” you continue with the pet names, your fingers dancing across his sweater clad chest before you lean in real close, your lips against his ear before you whisper breathily, “Daddy.”

The sharp breath he takes at the title has you biting your lip to stop the smirk threatening to break out.

You let a hand come up, squeezing the back of his neck gently before your fingers find his hair, almost playing with it as you massage his neck a bit. Andy drops his head as his eyes close under your touch, pressing you back against the counter as he leans into you. He lets out a heavy sigh as your other hand comes up to cup his cheek.

“You’re so tense,” you say, leaning in to kiss him softly. He returns the kiss, his arms coming closer and wrapping around you, pulling you flush to him.

“I’ve missed you,” he murmurs against your lips, your noses brushing.

“I’ve missed you, too,” you kiss him gently once more before letting him go, turning back around to the mugs of coco waiting for you.

Andy doesn’t let you go, just watches as you finish making the cups.

You lean your head back, “marshmallows?” you ask again, earning a smile and a nod from him.

The still warm mugs of hot chocolate are on the coffee table before you as you snuggle into Andy.

That tingle you got earlier in the kitchen still hasn’t gone away as you hug Andy, his arm holding you to him in turn.

You don’t want to force anything. You’re both tired, that’s obvious, but god, you miss him. All of him.

You don’t even really want to have sex right now, you just want to be closer. You need him closer.

His eyes are open but you can see the exhaustion in the slightest squint of his eyes as he watches the screen. You lean up, pressing your lips delicately against his exposed throat, once, twice, three times as you work your way up.

“Mmm,” he breathes deeply, holding back a moan under your attention. “Baby,” he warns.

“I know,” you say, a hand rising to stroke his hair as you sit up and move into his lap. “I know, I’m tired, too. We don’t have to do anything,” you let your head rest against his, your noses brushing once more, “I just… I just want to feel you,” you speak so quietly but he can hear the plea in your voice and it squeezes his chest. And he can’t lie and say that the desperation he hears isn’t turning him on a bit, either.

If you want to feel him, he’ll make sure you feel him.

Your hands are lightly in his hair, holding his head as you lean in to kiss him. One kiss, you breathe into him as you pause against each others lips, then another, and another, before your tongue licks into his mouth. He sucks on you lightly before his tongue takes over, his effortless dominance always winning out.

You can feel him growing beneath you and you feel yourself growing slicker in turn.

You pull away from his kiss reluctantly to stand and rid yourself of your pajama pants, while he drags his sweats down. His cock is hard and you inhale sharply at the sight. It’s only been two weeks but you’d almost forgotten just how big he really is.

You hold his shoulder, his hands coming to your chubby waist as you come back to your spot on his lap. You’re on your knees, straddling him as you position yourself above him. One of his hands comes to his cock, the other sliding down your curves as he grips your hip.

He moves his dick up and down your pussy, playing with your wetness as your eyes shut in delight at the feeling, your hands squeezing his shoulders.

He gets himself wet with your slick before he lines the head of his cock up to your entrance. His hand on your hip urges you down, and you slowly sink onto his thick length. You moan in unison as you take him in, a “fuck” leaving Andy’s lips when the first inch of him was finally inside of you.

His hand is holding you, his thumb rubbing the soft, blemished skin of your hip as he urges you to take more of him with his sweet praises.

“You take me so well, baby. Just a little bit more, I know you can do it. Doing so good, sweetheart. Always so fucking good,” he full on moans the last few words as you sit fully on his strong lap with a whimper. He’s seated completely inside of you as you bury your head in his neck.

You feel his lips as he kisses your head, his hand rubbing your back soothingly while the other lightly kneads your thick thigh.

You sigh heavily, relaxing into him as you rest your head against his chest, your velvety walls squeezing his cock of their own volition every so often, earning moans from both of you as he keeps you full of him, the movie still playing as you try to focus on that instead.

But you’re so tired, and so content in Andy’s hold, the pleasure and closeness enough to lull you asleep, you do just that. The cookies can wait until tomorrow.

Andy is smiling to himself as he holds you, he hasn’t been this relaxed since before the start of his current trial. Because with you this close, he’s calm and more than content. This is what he’s been needing. You.

He tenses just a little when your walls squeeze him again, a soft moan slipping past your lips. He moans quietly in turn, still holding you tight.

A moment passes and he has to laugh at the soft snore that leaves you next. He doesn’t want to leave your warmth just yet, he wants to feel you - it’s been too long. So he’ll finish the movie and then he’ll bring you to bed. You’ll cuddle and sleep in each other’s embrace, and all the while he’ll be sure to keep you full of him.

And when you wake up in the middle of the night with his cock still inside of you, your wetness leaking out from around his thick length, he won’t mind one bit about getting woken up by you fucking yourself stupid on his cock. He’s all yours, whenever you want him. And he still owes you for your teasing in the kitchen. He’ll make sure to show you exactly just how much Daddy has missed you.

#rose reblogs #jesus bella #i’m sweating all over i want this so bad #you are gonna single-handedly bring back my cevans phase #andy barber #andy barber smut #i always put my reactions in the tags #sorry not sorry #i’m too high for this

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rosewritestuff · 1 year

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Getting some followers on this account too!! Everything I've said above go here as well- NO minors, NO blank/ageless blogs, NO hate. I'm going through this account's followers too and blocking accounts that I need to- add your age/age range!!

Hey everyone!! Just a quick little message because I've gotten a bunch of new followers recently!

Welcome! This blog is first and foremost a safe space. That means absolutely no bullying, no hate, no judgement, and NO MINORS. That also means that I don't allow blank/ageless blogs to follow because I don't know that they're not minors. I will be going to through my following list in the next couple of days to block anyone without an age in their bio.

I just want everyone to be safe and comfortable here!

~Rose

#rose reblogs herself #update

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rosewritestuff · 1 year

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CHRIS EVANS Gifted (2017) Ghosted (2023)

#chris evans #gifted #ghosted #there's something about this #knowing he'd have to look down on me maybe?#high thots #rose reblogs

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rosewritestuff · 1 year

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Rose, thank you thank you thank you ! You wrote Dylan perfectly ❤️ it was such a sexy read and I appreciate you excepting my weird lol. Would it be greedy and ungrateful to prompt once more? I really love your writing.

Ahhh yay!!!! I'm so glad you enjoyed it!! Haha of course not, feel free to send in another prompt! Thank you, I really appreciate that ❤️

#rose answers #anon #anon ask #sweet ask

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rosewritestuff · 1 year

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Hey Rose, happy you're back. Can you do a story were Female Reader is an assistant to a big Hollywood agent and she has to have a meeting with Dylan O'brien about some coming events and though she's excited her coworker warns her that Dylan loves to give spankings When she gets to Dylans how's she walks on him spanking a naked Chris Evans over his lap and makes her watch. he then strips her naked and gives her a spanking and fingering her butt and vag. Pleas and thank u.

Thanks for sending this in, I hope I did Dylan okay!

Dylan O'Brien x Chris Evans, Dylan O'Brien x Reader; dub/noncon, spanking, vaginal fingering, anal fingering

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON’T LIKE, DON’T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

You couldn't believe your coworker was being serious, but holy shit, that was Dylan O'Brien spanking Chris Evans, right in front of you. You wanted to want to look away, but you couldn't, eyes drawn to the naked man on Dylan's lap.

Chris' face was red, embarrassment, shame, and arousal all clearly visible. You followed the path of his broad shoulders, down his muscular back to his slim waist, coming to rest on his bouncy ass, Dylan's hand rubbing across the red handprints.

"Like what you see pretty girl?" came Dylan's voice, and your eyes jumped up to meet his, wide brown eyes fixed on your face. You flushed, and Dylan smacked Chris' ass, making him moan and bury his face in the couch, his legs struggling not to kick.

You glanced away, looking around the space you were in, small and cozy, hidden away from the world. "I asked you a question baby, I want an answer," Dylan said and you heard another slap ring out. You turned back, swallowing hard.

"Yes, I like it," you managed to get out, heart thumping in your chest as Dylan stroked Chris' ass.

"Good. Chris, that's enough for tonight, you can finish yourself off," he said casually, leaning back against the couch, Chris groaning as he sat up.

"Fuck you man, you know it's never as good," he griped, and Dylan smacked his ass again, gripping it harshly as Chris yelped.

"Don't complain, be good for me," Dylan growled, and Chris nodded, standing up on shaky legs when he was released, walking past you to the bathroom.

Dylan stared you down, legs spread wide, bulge thick and heavy in front of him. You swallowed again, and he grinned widely, gesturing you forwards. "Why don't you lose those clothes? Really show me how much of a pretty girl you are."

You blinked, staring for a moment, before remembering the job. You stepped forwards, dropping your jacket from your shoulders. Dylan's grin widened, and he sat up, sliding to the edge of the couch, planting his feet firmly on the carpet.

You crossed your arms in front of yourself, pulling your top free of your skirt and lifting it over your head, letting it fall to the floor. You stopped in front of Dylan, in between his spread legs, his hands traveling up your legs, smoothing up your thighs and around your ass until he was pulling on the zipper of your skirt.

Your skirt pooled around your ankles, leaving you in your bra and panties. Dylan's eyes roved your form, before reaching up and sliding your underwear off. You stepped out of them and he helped you down over his lap, getting you to wrap your arms around his calf, pressing your face into the couch.

You could feel his pants, soft and silky against your stomach, and inner thighs, Dylan using his thigh to spread you open for his questing fingers.

"Already wet, baby? Let's see if we can't get you dripping," Dylan whispered, making you shiver, before he slapped your ass quickly, a gasp leaving your lips.

Dylan dragged his fingers through your folds again, chuckling. "Already working." He slapped your ass again and again, hard smacks that took the breath out of your lungs, somehow startling you every time.

He didn't make you count them and you quickly lost track of how many spanks he had delivered. Every few slaps he would slip his fingers between your folds, testing your wetness, before hitting your ass again.

You couldn't stop your legs from kicking, a squeal leaving your lips at a particularly hard spank, close to your holes. Dylan stopped, smoothing his hands over your ass as he listened to you catch your breath. You were startled to find tears streaming down your face, your hair a sweaty, sticky mess around you.

"God, look at you baby, you are absolutely dripping, just like I wanted. And you know why I wanted that? Hmm pretty girl, do you?" Dylan asked, pushing his fingers deep inside your cunt, gathering up your slick wetness, coating his fingers in it until it was dripping down his hand.

"Because I want to do this," Dylan said as he pushed a finger inside you asshole to the second knuckle. You kicked your legs hard, squirming at the foreign sensation, not quite painful but weird.

"Dylan, that's not- this isn't-" you tried to speak but his other hand spanked your ass hard, making you clench around the finger inside you and you groaned instead.

"This is part of the meeting, don't you want to tell your boss you made me happy?" Dylan asked, pulling his finger out of you and sliding a second one in with it, stretching you out with just the tips.

You squeaked and nodded desperately, pushing back against his hand, a strangely urgent need to feel more pressing at you.

"Good girl, that's it, ride my hand," Dylan coached, fucking his fingers into you gently, then roughly, getting all the way down to the third knuckle. He was pressing places inside you that you'd never felt before, sparks flying and you cried out as you came. There was fire in your veins that turned to molten lava, heating you up as it felt like it went on forever.

"That's a good fucking girl, shit, you're still coming? Fuck that's hot, come on, keep going, don't stop," Dylan encouraged, working his fingers inside you until you were crying, drenching his pants with your wetness as you rubbed against him.

Dylan finally pulled his fingers free, slowly, before wiping them on his wet pants. He pulled you up until you were sitting, straddling his lap. Your face was a mess, red and tear stained, sweaty hair sticking to you, eyes and nose wet.

"The prettiest girl," Dylan murmured, stroking your cheekbone, before pushing you to stand off his lap. "Go clean yourself up and get dressed, then we can get on to business."

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