#Dylan Lenivy x male reader smut

[dorkszn]

just testing to see if the quarry fandom is alive. please like this if you see it.

[devine-star]

Dylan x Male!Reader

Warming: SMUT! 

IF YOU READ THIS YOU ARE AGREEING TO BEING 18+!

(Side note; I HC that Dylan is a switch!) 

Early mornings at camp were Dylan’s favortie espcially when the camp was empty of kids; waiting for the new bus load to bring the rowdy kids that kept him away from his boyfriend. 

Y/n was asleep. 

The way his chest rose and fell as he slept soundly. Turning to look at his boyfriend Dylan admired everything about him the way his nose was shaped to the little splots of achne across his face. 

Dylan’s eyes wandered down Y/n’s chest reaching over to run his hands over the hair that had grown on Y/n’s chest. His hands slowly going lower until he stopped at the waist band of Y/n’s boxers. 

“Getting a bit frisky huh?” Dylan jumped at the sound of Y/n’s voice before blushing a deep red “I-I...uh” Y/n chuckled before leaning over for a sleepy kiss. 

Humming softly, Y/n reached over to pull Dylan closer to deepen the kiss. Dylan slowly leaned over to hover over his lover while swinging one leg over his waist; sitting hip to hip. 

“Someone has a little bit of morning wood huh?” Dylan pulled back staring at his boyfriend lovingly “Only for you handsome,want to help me with it?” 

Y/n paused and pretended to be thinking for a moment before smiling “Only if you help me with this,” Dylan was confused for a moment before he felt Y/n grind up into him; he was just as turned on. 

Groaning Dylan dove back in for a heated kiss. Pushing his tongue into Y/n’s mouth loving the sound of Y/n’s moans as his hands wander all over Dylan’s body. 

“I think we’re both overly dressed for the occasion,” Dylan smirked leaning back to pull his shirt over his head enjoying the way Y/n’s eyes left a burning trail against his skin. 

Y/n gently pushed Dylan off so he could shimmy his pants down, watching as Dylan did the same. 

Normally when the two would get ‘busy’ in the morning, they would just stay in a spooned postion, back to front, while the other went to town; just holding each other close. But today was different, Dylan wanted to see the pleasure on Y/n’s face. 

Pushing Y/n back onto the bed Dylan waisted no time. Reaching up to stick two fingers into Y/n’s mouth, moaning as his tongue swirled around the digits quickly as he sucked. 

Slowly pulling his fingers away, Dylan groaned softly at the pornographic sight of his boyfriend’s tongue hanging out of his mouth and the spit trail coming from his fingers to Y/n’s mouth. 

“Fuck baby, you’re going to be the death of me, you know that?” Y/n smiled innocently at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Dylan narrowed his eyes. 

“Don’t be a brat now, I was going to take you on a trip to pound town,” Y/n laughed while shaking his head “Never say that again you big doof,” before pulling Dylan back into a rough kiss. 

Y/n gasped into the kiss as Dylan slid one finger into him then the next before pumping them quickly. 

“Shit Dyl! No warning?” Y/n moaned arching his back as he felt Dylan begin to kiss down his neck. Harshly sucking and biting the skin; knowing the two would get clowned by the other counselors late that day. 

“Want everyone to know that you belong to me,” Dylan growls roughly pulling his fingers out while hoisting one of Y/n’s shoulders over his leg. 

“This isn’t going to be our normal soft morning session is it?” Y/n asked with a soultry voice that turned Dylan on even more than he currently was “No it isn’t baby,” He places a kiss to Y/’n thigh before lining himself up. 

Hissing Y/n closed his eyes tightly when Dylan pushed in roughly “Gonna make you feel good baby boy,” Dylan mumbles rocking his hips into Y/n’s to let him adjust for a moment. 

“Don’t go easy on me Dyl, we havne’t had a session like this in a long time,” Y/n panted softly. 

The sight of Dylan balls deep inside of Y/n as he leaned over him was almost too much. The way his necklace hung from his neck along with the way he panted; obvioulsy holding back until Y/n was ready caused Y/n’s gut to stir. 

“Fucking move already Dylan, we don’t have long before the kids-” Y/n cut himself off with a loud almost pornographic moan as Dylan snapped his hips roughly. 

“Don’t.be.a.brat.” Dylan puncuated every word with a rough thrust, causing Y/n’s back to arch slightly as he cried out in pleasure. 

“Fuck Dylan!” 

The sound of Y/n yelling his name was like music to his ears, if Y/n would allow him to Dylan would record their sessions to mix into songs or just listen to them when Y/n wasn’t around to help Dylan get off. 

“Oh god baby, you gotta let me record you,” Dylan mumbled off whatever was on his mind “Want to hear you moan my name as I jerk off when you’re away at work,” Dylan moans as he bit Y/n’s calf. 

Y/n’s face flushed deeply as he heard Dylan’s pleasured mumble rants “Grab your phone baby, record me,” Dylan almost came right then and there. 

Frantically reaching for the phone he convinced Ryan to steal back from Mr. H, Dylan quickly opens his recording ap hitting the big red button to record the lewd sounds his boyfriend was letting out. 

Tossing the phone back to the nightstand, Dylan began thrusting harder; wanting every heavenly sound that Y/n let out to be recorded clear as day. 

Dylan smirked down at Y/n as his moans seemed to be a lot louder than normal “You’re getting off to this arent you?” Y/n nodded slowly “Like the thought of me listening to you as I jerk off huh?” 

“Yes! God yes!” Y/n cried. 

“Maybe the thought of me holding one of your hoodies close, smelling your cologne while I moan your name hm?” Dylan mumbles close to Y/n’s ear, moaning softly himself once Y/n mewed in his ear. 

“I know you’ve done that with my shirts,” Dylan admited softly. “I know you moan my name late at night when I’m in my cabbin,” 

Y/n didn’t reply knowing Dylan mumbled things like this when he was close to cumming. 

“Cum baby,” Y/n panted feeling his own orgasm creeping up on him rather quickly. 

Groaning to himself, Dylan reached between their bodies quickly jerking Y/n’s swollen cock roughly “Cum with me handsome,” he whispered. 

Y/n clenched his eyes shut tightly once again as his orgasm came at him like a speeding train “DYLAN!!” Y/n yelled. 

Dylan leaned back watching as Y/n spurted cum across his chest and over Dylan’s own fist while his thighs began shaking. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck” Dylan chanted as he slowly fell out of rythm for a moment before remaing still inside of Y/n as he came; groaning lowly leaning his head back. 

Suddenly the sound of someone banging rythmically on the door and fake moans could be heard “Oh Dylan!!!” 

It was Jacob and Kaityln. 

The two began laughing when Dylan slid his boxers on and swung the door open to flip them off “At least I’m getting some,” He responded crossing his arms. 

Y/n blushd while chuckling as he reached to hit the ‘Stop recording’ button on Dylan’s phone, listening to the three of them bicker back and forth. 

[dreamqueenkala]

Hii! Do you think you mind to do the quarry boys' kinks headcanons? You can do it as gn if you'd like to. Thanks (really enjoy your works btw hehe x)

Headcanon Series #2

The Male Counselors and their Kinks

{MINORS DNI 18+ ADULT CONTENT BELOW READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION}

MAX BRINLY

Collaring/Manhandling—As much as the guy loves to appear like the protective, strong, dominant male in public, in bed he’s a total sub. He loves to feel your hands on the back of his neck forcing him to move a certain direction or keeping his head in place between your thighs. Despite the originally harsh memories it brought up the first time you suggested it(having been a werewolf and all), Max actually adores wearing a collar. Not in public, of course, but at home he’ll gladly kneel or let you drag him around the house by the thick black leather clasped around his throat.

Thigh Riding/Thigh Fucking—Max is a very horny man. If he can’t fuck you right then and there when he’s in the mood, whether it’s due to the location or fatigue or you’re just not up for it at the time, he’ll gladly settle for fucking your thighs in a bathroom stall or over the bed. When you’re the one that’s needy, Max will gladly lay himself out over the couch or the backseat of the pickup you both own and allow you to ride his thigh til you reach your high. It’s not much of a secret that he can get off to the praise you give him for helping you through your release.

JACOB CUSTOS

Body Worship—It may sound like a strange kink, but honestly it depends how far it goes. For Jacob, he simply wants to shower every inch of you in love. As a man with severe insecurity and a strong desire to satisfy and please those he cares for, he wants nothing more than to make you feel loved and feel comfortable in your own skin at all times. Hence, he’ll shower your thighs, chest, belly, ass, neck—every inch of your body in kisses, bites and murmured praises. When you return the favor by kissing his biceps or his hips or his thighs, the male is left a stuttering, submissive, pink-cheeked mess, his heart swelling with adoration and eyes swimming with awe.

Little Spooning—He may not seem like the kind of guy to enjoy this at first glance, but Jacob adores cuddling. Especially when he gets to be the little spoon. He loves falling asleep with your arms and legs curled around his back like a koala, and he adores resting his head over your chest, hips placed between your thighs as he drifts off listening to your heart thrum and the feeling of your fingers in his hair. It may not necessarily qualify as a kink, but let’s be real, unless you ask him to Jacob is more than likely gonna be the biggest golden-hearted teddy bear ever—even during sex.

RYAN ERZAHLER

Hair Pulling—As soft spoken and mysterious as he may seem, Ryan has a bit of a dark side in the bedroom. Sure, he’s touch starved and awkward most of the time, but once he’s grown comfortable enough with you he’s bound to tell you all his dirty fantasies in extreme detail. His favorite, of course, is grasping a fistful of your hair, a familiar lust-ridden smirk settling on his face everytime you moan or whimper with a tug here and there. He’s a softie, though, so he’s bound to cuddle and soothe you after a deep session. He may even run his fingers through your soft tresses to soothe your scalp.

Bondage—Ryan LOVES bondage, more specifically, you tying him up. Despite how rough he can be in bed and on the occasion that he lets you lead, his only request is that you bind him. Granted, he finds being unable to touch you while you ride him or he’s forced the devour you incredibly arousing, but he mainly asks because he knows watching you bounce in his lap and hearing the sweet whimpers leaving your perfect pink lips may be too much for him to resist. When it comes to you, he has no control. For your sake, I suggest you learn how to tie a good knot.

NICK FURCILLO

Degradation—He is deeply in love with being talked down to. That’s right, he wants to be degraded. He’s a bit of a soft Dom, fucking you slow and gentle with powerful thrusts, but when he’s edged you far too long, it’s perfectly normal for you to lose your cool. “Pathetic, you can’t even fuck me like you mean it. Needy bitch.” That strikes a chord in him that has his hips hammering into your own and his teeth digging into your shoulder, whimpers muffled against your skin. You talk your shit and he’ll have your hips bruised from the sheer force of his thrusts jackhammering against you. You won’t be able to move for at least three days.

Cockwarming—Nick is shy, that much is certain, and that also means that he’s not likely to voice his desires often, especially in public. Once you’ve been together long enough, you start to pick up on his tells, and eventually work your way into convincing him to speak up. He’ll tell you after one sweet intimate night that he’s been dying to stay buried inside you—the next night you let him. He’ll be wrapped around you, cock buried between your thighs and still pulsing inside you slightly as you both drift off. When he wakes, often after you’ve already woken, he’s likely to find you enjoying your own morning, your hips rolling against his own. He doesn’t last long then.

DYLAN LENIVY

Edging—Dylan is a HUGE tease. Absolutely 100% the biggest tease you’ll ever meet. He’ll toy with you in public once you’re together, working you up and then leaving you dry. It’s his favorite thing to watch your cheeks warm with both embarrassment and arousal, your thighs clenched and your hands tugging your shirt down over your hips. When he’s got you in bed, the man will push you to your limits. He loves the feel of you clenching around his fingers or tongue, watching your cheeks flush and hearing you whimper. It’s got him throbbing in his own jeans painfully, edging you with his mouth over and over and over again til he’s got you begging him to fuck you, tears of overstimulation and desperation in your eyes. At that point, Dylan will kiss them away and pepper you with the most affectionate praise, finally fulfilling your wish.

Sensory Deprivation—Dylan isn’t really a very “kinky” person, per se, however, he does have good taste. As a man of science(even though most of it revolves around physics), he’s got quite a bit of knowledge in anatomy. He’s well aware what the limits to one’s senses are and fully intends to test them in bed. Not on you, but rather on himself. He’ll have you tie a blindfold around his eyes, and occasionally he’ll have you cover his ears with noise canceling ear muffs. You’ll have to guide him, then, because he can’t see or hear, but whether you’re riding him or he’s fucking you into the mattress, the sensation is a thousand times more pleasurable than normal. He typically doesn’t cum first, but in that situation, he’ll cum twice before you have the opportunity to cum at all.

[dumps-write]

Aftermath: Side Effects

Dylan Lenivy x Male Reader

Synopsis: After Dylan almost killed you in his werewolf form, you both return to the lodge but Dylan had other plans after cleaning wounds and blood, quite the abnormal and animalistic one.

TW // Explicit Sexual Content —READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION, Teensy Guilt Angst, Violence at the start, First Aid Corny Jokes, Author does not know if potrayed Dylan correctly, Kaitlyn gets to see somethings she does not want to see, Reader has an attitude, Established Relationship with Dylan Lenivy.

Sexual Warnings // Rough!Dominant Top Dylan, Anal Sex, Eating Out, Unprotected Sex, Lubeless Sex/Saliva as Lube, Bareback, Cum Filling/Breeding, Marking, Biting, Overstimulation, Dylan goes overboard, Butt Squeezing, Sex with Werewolf Instincts (Hinted), Sleepy Sex, Rough Sex, Possessive Sex, Prostate Stimulation. (Tell if I forgot to tag anything.)

A/N: This is the first I've written smut other than the people I'm used to write for so please give feedbacks and improvements tips about like Dylan's Personality cuz this is beyond my comfort writing zone (which I'm trying to widen.) This idea came to me when I saw Dylan still having his humanity before turning rather than Nick/Emma who were aggressive as fuck. So in turn Dylan had a drawback moment and needed to release frustrations and anger or stuff through intercourse (IK KINDA WEIRD IDEA).

You let out ragged breaths as Were-Dylan was on top of you, a painful whimper slipped out of your tongue as his teeth sank into your shoulders — struggling immensely as you reached for the shotgun loaded with silver bullets that Kaitlyn left you with. A scream was trying to get out of your throat as you felt blood spill from where the werewolf broke skin. The tip of your fingers was touching the shotgun as you tried to grab the silver-loaded firearm — turning it against Were-Dylan’s head, your finger prepared to pull the trigger....

“I—AH! Fuck, Dyl.. Dyl! Please, I'm sorry..!” you cried out, closing your eyes with a deep intake of air.

A sob slipped from your lips, fingers tight around the trigger — till the sound of blood splash made you suddenly shoot your eyes wide open, you were now face-to-face with a human Dylan biting into your bloody, messed up arm — His mouth slowly pulling away from your skin, awkwardly as his eyes confused staring into your irises. “Uh...?”

Dylan looked slightly over to the left as he was met with a shotgun pointed into his face, “AHHH!!!” he screamed bloody murder, getting away from you as soon as possible, — Your eyes wandering up to his clothes tattered up with red surrounding his skin to his terrified expression and his teeth dripping blood.

“Wha— W-What are you doing?! WHAT WAS I DOING?!” He panics, breathing uncontrollably and looking distressed as he tries to remember what actually happened. Water welled up in your eyes as you sucked in large breath

“Dyl...”

You clutched your bleeding arm, “W-Well, you were about to turn me into your 5-star gourmet, that's for sure. Hah..” you joked, a warm expression on your face before wincing from the bleeding pain as tears fell from your eyes, not totally from the pain but from the relief you felt when he turned back.

Your hands flew up to your bleeding shoulder, as you hiked yourself up with your healthy arm and threw the shotgun further. “Y/N...”

“Y/N — b-babe, I didn't mean to, I was just—” Dylan started, hyperventilating as he repulsed at the taste of iron embedded on his tongue.

“That wasn't you, Dyl, don't mention it.” You solace, cutting the man of his upcoming pity speech which you didn't really need right now.

Dylan's bloody face showed a regretful expression.

“Hey, it's fine but can you please help me before we go over what happened. Cuz.... I really need a hand, or a non-bleeding arm.” You jest, to which made Dylan stand up eventually and finally brought a smile back to his face.

“Oh my god, I'm hurt — I need a tall, wise-cracking man to come save a gallant in distress” You acted, wailing falsely as you rolled your eyes in the back of your head and leaning your head back as an addition to your IRL stage play to which Dylan responded with a humorous laugh and walked over.

“I didn't expect you to be into that.” Dylan said mischievously, guilt is still written over his face but he's still the Dylan Dylan you know of.

“Into what?” You asked, eyes wandering into his as he leaned down, sliding his arm below your injured body before he lifted you up bridal style with ease, shocking you — “Woah, there — Easy....” you gasped out, hand still in your shoulder and a surprised expression at his strength.

“—Into kinky werewolf biting.” he mumbled near your face, snickering under his breath making you look up at his face and hitting him on his mostly-revealed chest; staining his revealed skin with even more blood in the process — and somehow he still managed to keep you balanced in his arms.

“Shut up.” you huffed at his unnecessary joke, earning you a laugh. “Also, how are you like lifting me so easily like this?” you asked, confused at his immense strength and stability.

“Remaining werewolf power!” He said, voice full of energy and looked at you as he curved his eyebrow sexily at you — you look at him strikingly and fake disgusted expression at that. “We can now definitely have powerful werewolf se—”

“Oh my god, do not finish that sentence. I'm starting to wonder if a frown on your face is better now.” You gave him the keening look at his inappropriate jokes while blood is leaking from the injury his were-teeth gave, leaving a trail of blood as he walks you back on his arms into the direction of the lodge.

Dylan joked around while walking towards the large house, some inappropriate, some actually funny and some out of pocket. You just rolled your eyes at him and told him that he's unbelievable. Cuz yeah, imagine forgetting that you were inches close to putting silver into his brain or the fact that you almost became wolf chow. I mean, as much as you'd like to remind him — his guilty face also made you feel guilty in a way that what if almost putting a bullet through his head was selfish of you... It was survival though, right?

After putting up with Dylan’s snarky remarks and clownery, a relieved sigh came out of your throat when you were met with the sight of the lodge. “Okay, big boy, you can put me down now — I still have legs, but thank you..., though.”

You tapped Dylan’s chest softly.

But the unexpected happened and Dylan pulled you closer, his grip tightening against you — your eyes widened and laughed it off awkwardly as one of Dylan’s jokes. “Okay, Dyl- Ha ha, very funny and werewolf-y.” you respond with a short-lived chuckle.

“You smell so...”

Dylan’s voice got cut off by a certain girl though, “Hey you guys! Are you both okay?” Kaitlyn called out, waving as she managed to spot both of you in one of the windows earlier.

“Oh my god, Y/N— What happened?!” Kaitlyn freaked, looking at your wound with a worried expression. She walked over to you, reaching out with her hand and Dylan flinched immediately and protectively caged you away from the approaching and getting-a-bit-to-handsy friend.

“Almost got killed by werewolf boy here.” You said, eyes going dumbfounded at the prank Dylan was playing right now, you already told him to let you go once but it seemed like his brain is still undergoing rewiring still.

“Woah, woah, buddy — You good?” Kaitlyn said with widened eyes as she backed away slowly with her hands up like a waving white flag when he started growling under his breath.

“Dyl? Dylan? DYLAN!”

That shout managed to somehow wake up Dylan from his weird trance and got his brain juice up and running. “Okay, okay. Sorry, um— What was happening? Oh, Kaitlyn!” he calls her as if nothing just happened, a genuine smile on his face as he finally loosened his grip on you before putting you down after you told him a second time.

Kaitlyn uncomfortably smiled as she went on to lead you back to the lodge with Dylan just trailing right after like a puppy fetching his stick. Kaitlyn couldn't help but look back at Dylan from time to time as her guard was fully up from the earlier scenario. Honestly, you weren't as bothered as much because it seems like the lack of sleep and exhaustion had taken a toll on you.

“Kait, you can help find the others— I can rest at the nursery, I'm assuming that every one of those werewolves turned back already.” You instructed as Kaitlyn helped you up the stairs, she took a peek back at Dylan before looking at you seriously.

“Are you sure that I should leave you with him? Why are you not freaking out about earlier when Dylan looked like he was about to take you back to the forest where he can feast on your organs!” Kaitlyn whispered to you, the last part of the sentence getting a bit too loud which Dylan could catch, she turned back momentarily to Dylan again to find out he was now glaring at her.

“See?” her mouth projecting suspiciously at Dylan.

“It'll be fine, probably still got the instincts, something like that.” you whisper back as she help you through the hallway as Dylan still follows. “Take care of him, alright?” She said earnestly, nudging your scary boyfriend hesitantly. She let you go as you trudged the rest of the way to the nursery room, grunting at the burning pain of the wound. Dylan insisted he could carry you again but you dismissed the idea and said that it was just a few meters left and just like that Kaitlyn vanished to look for the others.

Arriving at the nursery room, you sat down on one of the beds and asked Dylan: “Hey Dyl, can you um grab the first aid? If it isn't used up then there should still be some betadine or some hydrogen peroxide. If not, then um..... towel and warm water would do.” You employed a warm smile on your face. You couldn't help but keep your eyes away from Dylan's still half-naked bloody body and then you remembered something after Dylan's agreement: “Okay.”

“Actually, get some bandages or gauzes as well and just bring a towel so we can wipe the blood off of you.” You added, leaning back against the headboard; trying to get comfortable

“Why? So you can see my body more clearly, hmm?” he teasingly articulated — swaying his hips left to right and a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, to which you respond with a roll of the eyes. “Sure.”

“C'mon, babe — why the long and cold face.” Dylan huffed annoyed, tapping his foot irritably at where your sense of humor went. He sat down next to your bed, and held your hand — placing his hand over on your moderately bleeding arm. “Lost of blood.” You answered honestly, as you did not really know how to answer his rhetorical question.

“Just go get it. Promise that we'll bond over later how you almost ate me after we get properly fixed and dressed.” you sighed tiredly, eyes wandering to your held hands, squeezing slightly and sniggering a bit.

“Hey, I can still eat you later — If you know what I mean~” He goads, winking twice at you and rubbing circles on your hand with his thumb to which you just slumped and gave up trying to be serious with him for once. You love his funny personality, but he should really keep it when you're not about to bleed to death in this small bed.

“Dylan. Just get it, I'll be happy to hear your flirty remarks and jokes after I don't look like a bleeding animal.” You stated, a long exhale coming out of your lips to which Dylan just chortled at before he finally stood and went to be a lamb — finally going out of the nursery to get the much needed supplies.

“Kay'” he mumbles before leaving.

“Finally! Took you long enough...” you said, sarcasm dripping from your tone. Dylan groans at your attitude, putting the medical supplies bag down on the floor carefully as well as the towel and bowl of warm water on the bed, being extremely delicate with the water specifically — a wet bed is not easy to clean at all but that's the least of his worries.

“Welp, that's all the remaining med supplies.” he mumbled, looking at you before reaching out and caressing your face softly which you couldn't help but smother your face against his hand even though dried blood is still on it.

“This night’s over finally...” you trailed off, the effects of the recent events putting a heavy weight on your shoulder, you look back at Dylan with a thankful smile before getting up a bit to scan the medical supplies.

“Mmkay.. Let's see here........ Stitches! I forgot to remind you about these earlier as well, hmmm, also cotton and other stuff. Okay, this should be enough. You should go, you know..” Gesturing with your hand in a wiping motion on your face and chest as Dylan got the idea fairly.

“Are you sure you don't need help?” Dylan asks.

“The last time you stitched someone was that one kid who kept crying that you were hurting him and I had to take him off your hands, remember?” you quip with a small smirk, remembering a certain patient from the 2 months you were working in the nurses' office.

Dylan sighed displeased, “He was really annoying alright? Like, he kept saying that this and that was painful, and do I look like a doctor to you?” Dylan coughed out, remembering that specific kid you were talking about with a deep grunt of resentment.

You laughed slightly at his reaction, “Was it that bad really or were you just salty that he had the balls to tell me that he liked me right then and there.” you continued to tease the man, raising a single eyebrow at him — knowing that he was in fact jealous of a kid.

“They were kids dude, calm down.” you snickered loudly.

“Whatever." he dismissed, grabbing the towel and dipping it in the warm water before squeezing it to pump out the excess before slowly starting to clean his bloody body with it — starting with his face of course.

A short laugh slipped out of your mouth as you looked at his pretty face with a shine on your eyes, “Looks like your best asset is finally clean.” you hummed, taking a long-drawn deep breath before grabbing the diluted hydrogen peroxide and applying it on the bite wound. “Fuuuckkk...” you grunted. Deep breath in, deep breath out.

Dylan looked at you, who was in pain before picking the wrong time to respond to your comment earlier. “You know that's not my best asset right?” he remarks, raising his eyebrows at you seductively.

You choke on your spit accidentally causing a hysterical laugh to emerge from the tall man, “Dylan, you are not helping my situation, not even a little bit!” you chastised , a stern glare directed at the laughing Dylan.

Dylan’s laughs were slowly coming into a silence, while you were busy hissing and tearing up from the pain while trying to clean the wounded area.

“Okay fuck, let's do this.” you proclaimed with gritted teeth as you picked up the surgical sutures after sterilizing the area with cotton rubbed with betadine solution

Oh god, this would not be fun or pretty at all.

After minutes of pained whines, muffled hisses and grunts, the perpetual agony finally came to a halt. Dylan couldn't even bear to look at the wound he caused without a surge of guilt running through his pain so he opted to hold your hand as you work the needle through the skin. Dylan had his eyes away the entire time, one hand cleaning his bloody chest, back and leg and his other hand never leaving your own throughout the miniscule operation.

“Oh my god.” You mumbled, exhaling a long breath of relief as the sutures stayed — immediately grabbing the bandages and placing it over the sutured bite.

“You good, babe?” Dylan asks, eyes still wandering in the room in anywhere BUT the injury.

“Yeah, yeah — Just gonna need actual medical assistance later but it should hold.”

“Let me help you clean up, yeah?” You assisted as soon as Dylan gave the nod of confirmation, he handed over the towel as he turned his back on you, humming tunes as you wiped the blood off his skin, dipping the towel on the water occasionally until the liquid slowly turned into a crimson hue.

“Hey, babe?”

A questioning hum left your lips at the call out, “Hm?”

“Why do werewolves separate themselves from friends?”

“Dylan, no.” Giving him a glare pointed at the back of his head.

“Because...” Dylan started, his dimple popping out due to his grin which you could spot.

“It's not mating season!”

He delivered the punchline along with a series of snickers and chortling laughter.

After a while Dylan's laughter died down, to which he noticed you were not saying anything and looked over his shoulder — only to be met with your blank face. “You know, cuz mates.. Uh, equals friends— equals mating therefore mating therefore— dude, you get it...” He spluttered.

“Really?”

“Okay, sorry.” He awkwardly voiced, scratching his head and his face started blushing with embarrassment.

You chuckled at the redness of his ears as he looked down at his hands, to which Dylan heard and wore his shit-eating grin once again.

“And that should be it!” You informed with a smile as Dylan finally turned to you, his chest still on full reveal and everything — You let out a small cheer of celebration as you cleaned yourselves up and got the wound secured with a bandage. Dylan lets out a small laugh at your antics and rubs your shoulder in a loving gesture.

“Okay, DJ Dyl. Now we just have to wait for Kaitlyn to return.” You said with a hefty voice, stretching your healthy arm and cracking your stiff neck from all the still-suturing.

“We could do that... Or? Or... We could do something else? I mean, Kaitlyn is probably gonna be searching for a while.” He hinted, eyes glinting with enticement as he now rubbed your thigh seductively causing you to look at him strangely.

“Really? Really, Dyl? We both were on the brink of death and now you're thinking about having sex? Unbelievable.” You criticized, giving him the judgmental look as he pouted at your harsh tone.

“Come on! What doesn't kill make you stronger, you know?” He rebuked with a grin, as if you hadn't heard that line for the millionth time already — his hand getting well— a bit too handy.

You still looked at him with the 'are you serious?' look but in the end, you gave into him as he somehow always makes you; truth be told, trying to resist Dylan's charms is like trying to resist a bear from killing you which of course is a near-impossible thing.

“We don't have protection and lube — And the bed is too small, I'm on the verge of falling asleep too.” You pointed out the obvious, too which Dylan was still grinning about as if a lightbulb popped out of that brain of his.

“Lube problem could be easily solved, you know.” He said, licking his lips seductively to which you responded with a roll of the eyes but least to say, you do need some relief from all of this; from the horror of this night.

“I'm clean, you're clean and there's a bedroom down the hallway!” He added, an overjoyed cheer coming out of his lips.

“Fine, fine.” you hum in agreement.

Dylan taking that as your consent as go, he got up from the bed — leaving the bloody bucket of water and immediately got to lifting you up from the bed with no problems

“Woah, what the f—” You got cut off by the sudden bold move that Dylan just did, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you as if you weighed like air. Again.

“Did getting infected make you this strong or what?” You shot the man a question as he kept a tight grip on your waist with his arms, his hand wandering down to your buttocks.

“I was always this strong, babe~” he boasts with an annoying smirk on his face.

“Ugh.” Another roll of the eyes was directed at the man.

Dylan carried you over the bed before kicking the door behind him closed, locking it — just to be safe and careful.

You felt your back hit the soft mattress as you gasped at the feeling of the sheets. You could just close your eyes at any moment and you would drift off to the sea of dreams. However, Dylan had other plans and those did not include you sleeping.

“Now now, don't fall asleep on me~” He pouts, undressing you slowly as you groan at him. He was careful with your wound and all and managed to get your shirt off of you, he moved on to the pants , as he was lifting your pants — your knees managed to hit his clothed bulge; causing an erotic moan to shoot out of Dylan.

You looked up at Dylan with foggy eyes and allowed him to do the work, you were too tired to reach or wrap your hands around his back. “I wanna fuck you doggy style, babe!” He whined, as he managed to get you down to your boxers to which he reciprocated by also removing his somehow intact boxers, kicking it off the bed. You looked at his semi-hard cock hanging between his legs, his length barely touching your own underwear.

“Well, too bad then~” You groggily murmur, Dylan went in for a kiss before flipping you over to your stomach, “Hey!—” he laughed as his eyes slowly darkened when your ass was now on perfect display for him.

“You can just take it while I you know, fuck you.” he says in a goofy way with a dopey expression. His hands were touching your cheeks and spreading it. “Shut up and fuck me, Dylan.” you sighed, not really one to beg for it

“Sassy and impatient, hot.” he taunted, Dylan also felt his head getting a bit dazed. He closes his eyes and grunt at something to which you were to relaxed in the bed to notice — Dylan felt weird, something feels different

Dylan pulled down your underwear, leaving it hanging on your knees as his breath hovered over your puckering rim, chill ran down your spine at the cold exhale. You couldn't help but let out a lulled moan at it.

As Dylan's saliva dripped down to your entrance, you felt your head getting into a mist of pleasure. Dylan and you fooled around in camp and before becoming counselors, while you both only really started dating during these two months. You always knew Dylan fucked good but it was always slow, rather tender — he treats you as if you were porcelain honestly but it still felt great but it's always the same old same old.

You let out an audible gasp as Dylan's tongue finally dipped down into your hole, the sleepiness washed away as the one of the most sensitive parts of your body started getting worked.

Your eyes shut closed and chased after the numbing pleasure as the soft muscle increased depth, you squeezed out a few groans here and there as his tongue touched your soft walls — Dylan's approach was rather different than normal, more aggressive and rapid. His large hands were squeezing your ass in a bruising grip as well. A shrill moan left your mouth as you felt him spread your cheeks more and went deeper until he hit your sensitive spot. The obscene slurping sounds bounced of the wall made your head pound and your cock getting hard at the erotic noises.

“Dyl— Fuck... Fuckkkkk..., you're gonna make me cum too fast..” You piped out, a breathy tone surrounding your voice. You felt his tongue pull out so suddenly, before moving his mouth to your taint then to the back of your balls. He mouthed at it, your knees buckling back at the feeling of his teeth scraping sensitive skin.

“I'll fuck the attitude out of you.” He whispered with a tone with an underlying bite before pulling away and spitting at your wet hole.

Fuck.

It was not like you to find that sentence hot but something about it flared up that warm feeling at the pit of your stomach, this was different though from the soft, caring and tender Dylan you knew.

Dylan's head was throbbing, it's as if humanity turned off inside of him while something animalistic turned on.

Dylan lined up his own dick at your saliva-slick rim. You felt your knees tremble as you felt his head pressing against you.

“Dylan, your fingers firs— I don't think—!”

He eagerly thrusts into you with force, his hearing was blocked off as he only cared about you, mind drifted off as when Kaitlyn got too close to you — she touched you too much when walking up the stairs.

The painful thrust shocked you as you felt your body jolt and hit the bed. Dylan's shadow loomed over your body as you felt him leaning down to your back, kissing upwards before biting down hard on your shoulders.

The first few thrusts had pain embedded on them, but your hole managed to adjust fairly well to Dylan’s cock. You were now biting at the sheets — muffling your screams and crumpling it with your fingers.

A purple mark was created as Dylan continued to mark your skin up, his cock even going deeper.

Dylan's breathy grunts could be heard from earshot as you stopped biting on the sheets before letting out a series of high-pitched whines as Dylan made use of you to his heart's content

His hands on your hips were tight as he used you. “Y-You... smell— so... fucking... good, babe.” He groans out, you felt the feeling of orgasm about to reach you as your dick sensually rubbed against the bed on each powerful thrust.

Dylan pushed your body flat against the bed, his weight on your back present. Your cock was leaking against the sheets little by little until the downpour started, orgasm hit hard, untouched as Dylan selectively attacked your prostate with each harsh thrust — It continued releasing against the now-sticky sheets; your stomach uncomfortably stained with your own cum.

“D-Dylan A-Already came!” you managed to choke against the dirty sheets. The overstimulation made your cock throb continuously.

Dylan, overtaken by an inhuman force made it so he kept hitting your sensitive bundle of nerves sending each a jolt of overfilled pleasure that your body couldn't handle — till you hear an adamant sigh from the man. You feel yourself get lost in a second orgasm in a bit until Dylan’s hips finally go into a stop as you feel his cock milking itself on your ass. A wave of relief washed over you as his seed flowed into you, your back numbed from Dylan’s teeth-piercing skin.

You feel him pull out slowly, clambering on top of you as he releases breaths of exhaustion.

“G-God, Dyl? What the fuck, dude. No prep at all, plus my back is extra painful now— Not only did you give me a possible limp, but also marks! How the fuck would I explain this to the coming authorities?!" You chastised with a not-so-happy-possibly-im-going-to-kill-you-later huff, also glowering at the dumb guy.

Dylan could barely look at your dissatisfaction.

“Fuck, fuck— I don't know! Something came over me, and I just— I don't know!” he reasoned, trying to find the right words to say but in truth; he was just as confused as you — added with guilt.

“Look, Dyl. I'm not saying I didn't like it — You being rough and controlling and etcetera, is hot and all.. and new.... but give me a heads up first before you go on a weird rampage like that..” You trailed off, softening your tone a bit.

Now you're all sticky and dirty again, semen leaking out of your abused hole and on your stomach. “You clean me up, I swear to god.” you said with a glare as the man looked like he shrunk a little emotionally.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry... wait, shit— I'll go get new towels.” he murmured, rushing on his feet as he tripped on clothes. You sighed at him, a bit shaken up by that. Though yes, it felt good, painful at first; amazing, fantastic after a bit — however this would not be something you would like to explain to the police once they arrive.

“Hello, good sir— the tall, cute man just reassembled my insides— that's why I'm this kind of messy, so we were having kinky wild sex while everyone was getting mauled by bears.” you explained to yourself in a barely-audible voice. Your mind was too jumbled to come up with a proper excuse.

Dylan managed to catch your inner dialogue and snorted too loudly before covering his mouth. He turned around and found your deathly stare against him. It was a frightening sight so he immediately looked away. “S-Sorry.” He quickly apologized for it.

“Just get the towels!” you shouted.

He nodded and went to open the door, not expecting what came next.

Before he could unlock it, the lock of the door turned and in a moment — A blood-curdling scream was heard when Kaitlyn went face-to-face with a fully naked Dylan and his dangling thing, the keys to the room fell to the ground from her shock as she saw something she shouldn't have.

You immediately covered yourself with a blanket.

Behind Kaitlyn was an already-shocked Nick, bloody and all, and in his boxers. One more thing to add to things Nick had to experience or see.

“DYLAN LENIVY, WHAT THE FUCK!!” Kaitlyn yelled loudly as she covered her eyes at the sight.

To his surprise, Dylan’s brain was not functioning properly as he let out a late, un-manliest scream at the sight of his considered best friend and a bloodied-up jock. “SHIT! Sorry!” Dylan said before slamming the door on their faces.

He looked back at you with a horrified expression as you held back your laugh, you covered yourself before anything was seen so you didn't get bothered by it that much. A shuffling was heard behind the door as the two people ran away,

You couldn't contain the immense laughter bubbling from inside of you as you started cackling on top of your lungs.

“Oh my— DYL! I CAN'T. THAT WAS FUCKING— HAHA— HILARIOUS.”

Dylan looked at you aggrieved, “What if I kick you out of this room naked and all dirty huh?” His tone firm, rendering your laughs silent.

“Do a little walk of shame? Hmph.” He tuts, rolling his eyes to the back of his head.

You look at him with a ridiculed smile at his darkened expression.

He drops the serious act in a bit before grinning mischievously, flopping on the foot of the bed as he pulled at your legs threateningly — his devious plan already planted in his mind.

~

“NO! DYL! I swear to go—”

[itsemi-8356]

I am taking Dylan Lenivy x male!reader oneshot requests, be as specific as you want :) (no smut)

All of them will appear on my AO3 (amiliablou ), but I'll link them on here too🧡

Check out my other 3 works:

| Every curse has a blessing in disguise - Dylan Lenivy x Reader| (unfinished)

|A Hunter's Gaze - Dylan Lenivy x Reader| (finished)

|Kitchen Duty - Dylan Lenivy x Reader| (finished)

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MASTERLIST!

this will mostly be Male/Masc character X Male/masc reader, sorry ladies! Here is my MxM ship/Random posts i make about characters masterlist!

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I write for: Bullet Train

Marvel

IT:

-Losers club

-Bowers gang

The Umbrella Academy/TUA Stranger things The Quarry

Metal Lords

ROTTMNT

Bullet Train

Tangerine - A Sweet Treat (Called Tangerine) Pt1, Pt2

Marvel

Thor Odinson - None

Loki Laufeyson - None

Tony Stark - None

Bruce Banner - None

Steve Rogers - None

Bucky Barnes - Rose Pedals And Moonshine [Bucky Barnes x Male reader] Oneshot !!PREVIEW/TEASER!! (mostly fluff)

Rose Pedals And Moonshine [Bucky Barnes x Male reader] Oneshot (mostly fluff)

Pietro Maximoff - You didn't see that coming?~ [Pietro Maximoff x Stark!Reader] Pt1 : Saving him (tiny bit of angst, fluff + a little smut)

You didn't see that coming?~ [Pietro Maximoff x Stark!Reader] Pt2 : Date night (fluff + smut?)

Peter Parker (ALWAYS 18+) - None

THE UMBRELLA ACADEMY

Luther/Number 1 - None

Diego/Number 2 - None

Klaus/Number 4 - None

Ben/Number 6 - None

Viktor/Number 7 - None

IT (2017)

Losers Club

Eddie Kaspbrack (18) - None

Richie Tozier(18) - None

Bill Denbrough(18) - None

Ben Hanscom(18) - None

Stan Uris(18) - None

Mike Hanlon(18) - None

Bowers Gang IT(2017) Bowers gang headcannons (fluff)

Henry Bowers(18) - "What in the yellow flower hell?!" Henry Bowers X Male Reader Headcannons (fluff)

Patrick Hockstetter(18) - “what?” -“a cockroach!” “…you’re weird.” Patrick Hockstetter X Male reader (fluff)

Victor Criss(18) - None

Belch Huggins(18) - None

Stranger things

Eddie Munson(18-20) - That silly Munson boy (Eddie x male/masc reader, fluff) Wannabe Hero: Pt1, Pt2 (coming soon), (Male reader, angst + fluff)

Steve Harrington(18) - None

The Quarry

Dylan Lenivy(18+) - None

Max Brinly(18+) - None

Metal Lords

Hunter Sylvester (16+) - Hunter x Male Reader Headcanons (he/they, sfw, fluff)

Rottmnt

Donnie (16+) - Overworked [donnie x male reader] (he/him, sfw, fluff/hurt)

Leo(16+) - None

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Masterlist

Bnha

AIZAWA

Kinkbased nsfw, pet play D/s

Kinkbased nsfw, cockwarming

Aizawa Lemon drabble

BAKUGOU

Progrump /fluff

Turn the lights on! / crack

Nerves of Steel 1 /nsfw

Payback is as cold as Steel/nsfw

Of proud fragile hearts/ angst

REQUEST/angst/crack, fluff, nsfw

Kinkbased nsfw, exhibitionism with Midoriya

Kinkbased nsfw, double penetration with Shoto

Kinkbased nsfw, degradation

Kinkbased nsfw, facefucking

Spartan/ac odyssey au/ nsfw

Bully/nsfw

DABI

Way down we go/ angst

Let me down slowly/ nsfw

Nerves of Steel 2/ nsfw

Payback is as cold as Steel 2/ nsfw

REQUEST/angst/crack, fluff, nsfw

Kinkbased nsfw, hatefuck

Kinkbased nsfw, branding

Kinkbased nsfw, primal

Kinkbased nsfw, incest

Kinkbased nsfw, threesome with Hawks

UA high bad boys/bully au, Threesome with Shigaraki

REQUEST/childhood friend Dabi, a little bit of fluff, a little angst, smut in the end

Betrothed to Touya, club jealousy, smut

MIDORIYA

Nerves of Steel 1/ nsfw

Payback is as cold as Steel /nsfw

REQUEST/ fluff

Kinkbased nsfw, exhibitionism with Bakugou

Kinbased nsfw, knifeplay

Kinkbased nsfw, breeding A/B/O

Kinkbased nsfw, daddy kink

HAWKS

Teeth/ nsfw

Nerves of Steel 2/ nsfw

Payback is as cold as Steel 2/ nsfw

Kinkbased nsfw, pegging

Kinkbased nsfw, aphrodisiac

Kinkbased nsfw, threesome with Dabi

KAMINARI

Kinkbased nsfw, lap dance

KIRISHIMA

Kinkbased nsfw, bodyworship

Kinkbased nsfw , face sitting

Kinkbased nsfw , brat taming

Nighteye

Knock knock/ fluff carck

Kink based nsfw, sensory deprivation

SHINSOU

Nerves of Steel 1/ nsfw

Payback is as cold as Steel /nsfw

Kinkbased nsfw, mirror sex

Kinkbased nsfw, overstimulation

SHOTO

Turn the lights on!/ crack fluff

The wandering prince of the outcasts/ nsfw

Ice ice baby / nsfw

Nerves of Steel 1/ nsfw

Payback is as cold as Steel/ nsfw

REQUEST/angst/crack, fluff, nsfw

Kinkbased nsfw, double penetration with Bakugou

Kinkbased nsfw, predator and prey

Kinkbased nsfw, orgasm denial

Kinkbased nsfw, spanking

CHISAKI KAI/OVERHAUL

Showing obedience/ nsfw

Nerves of Steel 2 /nsfw

Payback is as cold as Steel 2/ nsfw

Kinkbased nsfw, public

SHIGARAKI

Thrill / nsfw

Nerves of Steel 2/ nsfw

Payback is as cold as Steel 2/nsfw

Kinkbased nsfw, gore

Kinkbased nsfw, fingering

UA high badboy/nsfw bully au, threesome with Dabi

REQUEST/nsfw Aphrodisiac smut, very slight fluff

REQUEST/ kissing headcanons

REQUEST/slightly dirty fluff

REQUEST/nsfw smut

REQUEST/lucky charm headcanons

TAMAKI AMAJIKI

Little knifefish / ABO

Little knifefish 2/ nsfw

Kinkbased nsfw, alien and oviposition

EVENT

Kinktober bnha/mha

Haikyuu

OIKAWA TORU

Sidechicks/ nsfw, angst, manipulation

KENMA KOZUME

REQUEST/nsfw, mafia au

Hetalia

England/Arthur Kirkland

Pirate AU

Bungo stray dogs

Chuuya Nakahara

REQUEST/ Nsfw

Assassin's creed

Imagine, Haytham and Shay

Altair oneshot

Games

Dylan Lenivy from the Quarry x gender neutral reader one shot

Dylan Lenivy from the Quarry x gender neutral reader prequel part 1 and part 2

Dylan Lenivy from the Quarry REQUEST/sfw

Dylan lenivy from the Quarry REQUEST/nsfw,male reader

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The Summer That Lead to More 18+

Dylan x Male!Reader

Warnings: SMUT! dirty talks, fingers, oral, 

Note: Sorry this took so long! Enjoy! 

BY READING THIS YOU ARE CONSENTING THAT YOU ARE 18 YEARS OR OLDER! 

When Y/n first met Dylan, it was during a summer festival in his town. He was with a group of friends and was EASILY the tallest one there minus an Aussie. The two would see each other through the crowd and send small flirty smiles and wave. 

Dylan didn't have the guts to go up to Y/n, he was very insecure about himself. So when Katilyn jokingly threatened to go ask for the other man's number, he panicked and rushed off towards where Y/n was standing in line for some food. 

"Hey," he started, cursing to himself as his voice cracks with nervousness. 

"Hm? Oh! Hi!" Y/n chuckled. 

The conversation flowed easily as the two waited to order food. Once their time came the two pinning men ordered, Dylan pulled out his wallet saying he'd pay for both of their meals. 

"What? Dylan you don't have to!" Y/n argued pulling out his own wallet but was too slow seeing the cashier handing Dylan back his card. 

Dylan placed his good hand on Y/n's back to guide him to the other side of the food truck where they would pick up their food. "I know I didn't HAVE to, but I wanted to treat the most handsome man in this festival." 

Y/n blushed looking away before mumbling "You should be treating yourself then," Dylan nearly choked on the drink he got, coughing as Y/n laughed. 

In that moment, Dylan decided that Y/n's laugh was the best thing ever, and he would do ANYTHING to hear it again. 

And that is exactly what Dylan did! The two swapped numbers that night and would go on several hang outs that neither knew if they were dates or not. 

Dylan learned a lot about Y/n and likewise. 

Dylan was secretly a little science nerd and was in college for Quatum theory. 

Y/n was an electronics nerd. Building little robots and he could take any electronic apart then put it together again without even breaking a sweat! 

And if Dylan was honest, he liked watching Y/n's fingers move about the electronics; letting the shamless dirty thoughts flood through his flustered mind. 

"-And then you just press this and....Dylan are you even listening?" Dylan snaps from his thoughts as his face turns beat red at being caught up in his sexual daydreams. 

"Huh?" Y/n rolls his eyes playfully reaching over to grab Dylan's arm and attaching the robotic prostetic to it. 

"If you want to be able to use this Dyl, you gotta pay attention." Y/n chuckled while playfully scolding Dylan as he did the last few adjustments before looking up at him with a smile. 

"I worked hard on this thing and you better take care of it," Narrowing his eyes playfully. 

Dylan was just staring at Y/n with some look in his eye. "Dylan-" "Can I kiss you?" 

Y/n face flushed as he heard this, looking back down at the prostetic before nodding slowly "Yeah," Using his good hand Dylan tilted Y/n's head up and smashed his lips against Y/n's. 

The world seemed to stop for a moment, Y/n reacted after a few seconds. Wrapping his arms around Dylan's neck as the kiss got more heated.

Dylan wrapped both arms around Y/n, pulling him from his chair into his own lap. 

Y/n's hands were in Dylan's hair as Dylan's were tightly on his waist almost as if Y/n would slip away if he didn't hold him close enough. 

A groan came from Dylan's throat at the feeling of Y/n's tongue slipping into his mouth. Dylan could taste the coffee he had bought Y/n on his tongue, his grip tighening along with his pants as he grew more turned on. 

Y/n's hands gripped Dylan's hair as he pulled Dylan's head back pulling a moan from Dylan. Y/n lips left Dylan's and attached themselves to his throat; sucking and biting to find the one spot that made Dylan's back arch slightly. 

"Y/n..." Dylan gasped eyes wide. Kissing his way up to Dylan's ear Y/n whispered "If you keep making those sounds, I don't know if I can control myself anymore," Dylan whines. 

"Is that what you want baby boy?" Dylan nods unable to vocalize what he's been dreaming of since the two met. 

Smirking, Y/n slid his hands under Dylan's shirt as he went back to kissing and marking Dylan's throat "Is that what you've been spacing about? hm? All the dirty thoughts you want me to do to you?" 

Nodding again but stopping as Y/n pinched his nipple Dylan gasped, his hips bucking unintentionally. Y/n groaned at the feeling as well as the pleasure that scrawled itself across Dylan's face. 

Pulling away from Dylan's neck to tug the man's shirt over his head, Y/n's eyes caught site of the small scars riddled across his lover's chest. Deciding against bringing it up, Y/n brought his mouth down to Dylan's chest. 

Taking one of Dylan's nippled into his mouth Y/n spun the nub in his mouth. "Oh shit!" Dylan panted gripping Y/n's hair for dear life. 

The postion the two were in wasn't making any of this easy, so Y/n pulled away before crawling off of Dylan's lap. Dylan looked up at him with a concerned look as he panted "Upstairs," was all Y/n said. 

Dylan stood quickly climbing up the basement steps and to the bedroom he's been in a million times with Y/n hot on his tail. 

Y/n closed the bedroom door before turning and pushing the taller man onto the bed with himself on top. Knees on either side of Dylan's hip; Y/n chuckled to himself feeling how turned on Dylan had gotten from a simple make out session. 

Pressing kisses along Dylan's stomach and chest Y/n whispered "So Dyl, tell me. What has you so excited? Or are you just so whipped that a simple make out session has you hard as a rock?" Looking up at him through eyelashes Y/n could see Dylan cover his face with the crook of his arm. 

"I-....uh" Dylan stuttered over his words as he tried to get a cohearent thought through his lustfilled mind. Y/n waited paitently as he kissed and sucked marks all over Dylan's chest and stomach while whispering praise of how handsome Dylan is; that further fucked his mind. 

"If you don't say what you want then how am I supposed to please you baby boy?" Dylan whined before finally saying what had been clogging his mind for the past month. 

"Want you to...fuck me," he panted. 

Y/n hummed as he playfully tugged at the waistband of Dylan's sweatpants, enjoying the view of his hard on through the grey fabric "What else?" 

"Want you to...Fuck!" Dylan cried out as Y/n gently started kissing his cock through his sweats "That! Please!" The desperation in his voice caused Y/n's cock to twitch in his pants as he groaned. 

"Want me to suck you off?" The cockiness in Y/n's voice made Dylan moan and push his hips towards the other's face "Yes! Please!" Looking up at Dylan, Y/n could see the tears of sexual frustraion beading in Dylan's eyes.

'Too much Y/n, take it down a notch' he told himself as he began pulling Dylan's sweat pants and boxers down at the same time. 

Gently stroking Dylan listening to him moan and whine as his hips moved from the pleasure, Y/n enjoyed the view. 

The room was dimly lit by the bedside table, light from the moon coming through the window above the bed. It covered Dylan and made his face glow; it was probably the sweat that made him glow but Y/n didn't care. 

"Please..." 

Placing a few kisses on Dylan's exposed thighs, Y/n got to work. First taking the tip into his mouth giving a few gentle sucks listening to Dylan curse. Bobbing his head lower Y/n set an even pace, one that wasn't too slow or too fast; just enough for Dylan to enjoy it but also want more. 

A groan slipped through Y/n lips as Dylan gripped his hair roughly before thrusting a few times harshly causing Y/n to gag. "Shit! S-Sorry!" Dylan looked down at Y/n with a look of concern "Don''t worry handsome, that was hot," Y/n said after pulling off with a small cough. 

Once again, Y/n kissed his way up to Dylan's ear whispering "Need some prep baby?" Dylan nodded slowly "Y-Yes, PLEASE use your fingers on me," Y/n sensed there was more to that sentence so as Dylan rolled over, Y/n grabbed the bottle of lube from his nightstand but not before shedding his own shirt and sweatpants. 

Dylan was on all fours, head leaning against the pillow as he took slow steady breaths. His body tensed when Y/n placed a hand on his ass "Relax baby, it'll hurt more if you're so tense," Y/n whispered kissing his hips before opening the bottle. 

The sound of the bottle opening and clicking closed made Dylan shiver, he was nervous but so excited. It had been a few years since he's had sex, so he doesn't know if he would be so relaxed. 

"Why don't you tell me why you're so excited over my fingers hm?" Dylan groaned, embarrsed that Y/n had caught on. "I never missed the stares you would give as I take things apart." Y/n spread the lube across his fingers before slowly inserting one into Dylan. 

"I-Aah~" Dylan moaned pushing back onto the finger "Watching you lick your lips while staring at my hands drove me INSANE," Y/n growled the last word, nipping Dylan on the ass after. 

Whining Dylan finally spoke in fast breaths "Just....seeing you skillfully take things apart and put them back together...seeing them work perfectly fine is...hot" Y/n chuckled as he inserted another finger picking up speed. 

"Shit!" Dylan cursed as he matched the speed of Y/n's fingers, fucking himself once Y/n stopped his movements. Desperation was growing inside of Dylan as tears of frustraion slid down his face "Please! I-I'm prepped just fuck me!" 

Y/n's eyes went wide as he laughed a bit, pulling his fingers out. He stood to grab a condom from the same drawer the lube was in but not before cleaning his hand of the sticky liquid; no need to get that on the sheets. 

Kneeling behind Dylan he slid the condom on lining himself up. "If you need me to stop let me know, okay? We'll use the color light system," Dylan looked over his shoulder, his cock twitching at the sight of Y/n gently stroking himself while looking at him. 

"Do you know that one? Green for good, yellow for slow down, and red for stop. Okay?" The concern in Y/n's eyes made Dylan fall for him even more "Okay," 

Y/n nodded before slowly pushing inside Dylan, the two moaning in unison once Y/n bottomed out. Giving Dylan time to adjust Y/n kissed along his shoulders waiting for Dylan to whisper that he was ready. 

Starting slow, Y/n dragged his hips down until only his tip was left inside before pushing back in moaning loudly "Fuck Dyl, you're tight." Dylan just moaned in reply nodding his head lazily. This pace continued for a good 5 minutes before Dylan was crying out for Y/n to go faster. 

Speeding up, Y/n gripped Dylan's hips in a bruising hold as his hips snapped against Dylan's ass groaning loudly. Dylan gripped the pillow as he looked over his shoulder to see Y/n's face contorted in pleasure "Y-Y/n," 

Y/n looked down at the call of his name concerned that he was going too fast "Yeah?" Dylan stayed silent for a moment before leaning his head against the pillow "D-...dirty talk me," Y/n groaned loudly as he sped up slightly at the thought. 

"You've been thinking about this having you? Daily daydreams of me bending you over my workbench huh?" Dylan whined nodding his head as he got off to what Y/n was saying. 

"Or maybe even me fucking you with my skillful fingers? Hm? Using my fingers to bring you over the edge as you babble about how good you feel?" Y/n was also getting off to the thoughts of Dylan daydreaming about this. 

"Admit to me what you've been cooking up in that dirty little brain of yours," Dylan mumbled incohearent sentences before his mind caught up to himself. 

"I've...UGH! Jerked off to the thought of you using the wires to....tie me up and use me," Dylan panted no longer feeling the shame of his thoughts; silently praying that what he admitted would lead to them ACTUALLY doing his dirty thoughts. 

Y/n moaned at the possiblity "You want me to use you? Yeah? Turn you into my little cumdump?" Y/n could feel his high approaching, far quicker than he would like it too. 

The moans Dylan was letting out were getting more and more desperate, Y/n knew he was close as well. Reaching over Dylan's hips to grip his swollen cock in his hands Y/n started jerking him at a fast pace. 

"Oh shit! Baby!" Dylan's back arched "Right there!" Y/n had unintentionally found Dylan's prostate at this angle. Bringing Dylan's back to his chest Y/n continued jerking him off as Dylan bounced himself on Y/n's dick. 

"Kiss me," Y/n damanded watching as Dylan turned his head smashing their lips together. They stayed in this postion for a good 5 minutes before Dylan pulled away from the kiss yelling "Fuck! Cumming..." 

Y/n felt as Dylan's cock twitched in his hands before spurting his cum over his fist, continuing to stroke him through his orgasm. 

Y/n came not long after as Dylan clenched around him with one final thrust Y/n groaned while repeating Dylan's name like a prayer. 

Dylan leaned his head back against Y/n's shoulder as they both panted, slowly coming down from his high. Y/n pulled out slowly as he laid Dylan on his back leaving to grab some water and a snack along with a warm wet cloth to clean his hand and Dylan's stomach. 

Gently wiping away the cum watching as Dylan stared at him lovingly, Y/n smiled placing a kiss on his lips softly before depositing the soiled towel into the laundry hamper. 

Grabbing the water bottle, Y/n brought it to Dylan's lips telling him to drink before laying down next to him. 

Dylan moved closer snuggling up to Y/n's side as the other man reached over grabbing the small bag of chips popping them open "Open," Dylan listened letting Y/n place a few chips into his mouth. 

"Ya know," Y/n started after the silence of them eating "You could've told me all those thoughts sooner, cause I've had just as many dirty thoughts about you." Dylan blushed hiding his face in Y/n's bare chest whining softly. 

"I didn't want to ruin anything!" 

"Dylan we've been going on dates for MONTHS!" Y/n laughed along with Dylan. 

"THOSE WERE DATES?!" Y/n laughed harder "YES YOU LOVEABLE IDIOT!"

[dreamqueenkala]

OVERHEARD

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WARNINGS: Mutual H*ndjob; Gr*ping; Voyeurism; Anxiety; Gentle!Dom!Jacob; F*ngering; Internalized Hom*phobia; Hints of Ab*se; Sweet Talk

Male Reader x Jacob Custos

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I shrieked as a familiar bicep coiled around my neck, forcing me to bend over as his knuckles rubbed against my scalp. Squirming, I tugged at his arms and whined, eventually resorting to kicking him in the shin. He yelped and backed away quickly, leaning down to rub his shin with a pout.

"Um, ow!" He huffed, dark eyes glaring at me, though there was still humor on his face. I stuck my tongue out in reply, ruffling my (h/c) hair gently and popping my neck.

"You started it, shithead!" I squealed as he lunged at me, dodging to the side. Taking off at a sprint, I barreled through the forest behind the boathouse, screaming with joy. "Jacob, you're a dick!"

"I know!" Holy shit, he's right on my ass! I yelped as his muscular arms embraced my waist, the force of his tackle carrying us both to the dirt. I gasped from the force, cradling my head as it had smacked the ground pretty hard.

"F-Fuck, shit, I'm sorry, (Y/N)!" Jacob stammered, sitting upright to get a better look at my head. "Dammit, okay, t-there's no blood, at least." I blinked and light rubbed the bump already forming on the back of my skull, pushing myself up onto my elbows. As I did so, my face was suddenly inches away from Jacobs broad chest, the boy leaning over me slightly to worry over my bruising skull.

Completely oblivious to my predicament, Jacob caressed my hair gently, attempting to assess the damage. My eyes raked slowly down his torso, hesitating on his wide, strong hips and his powerful thighs that straddled my hips. Straddled. Holy fuck, Jacob's on top of me right now.

Every hormone in my body immediately reacted, blood rushing to my shorts and causing a tent to begin to form. My heart raced and my breathing staggered, (e/c) eyes wide with shock. My skin flushed a bright red and I yelped, quickly forcing the guy off me with both hands to his chest.

He gasped as he fell back, resting on his elbows as he glared at me. "Dude, what the hell—" Jacob's exclamation fell short as his brows furrowed, eyes settling on my red face and flustered expression. "Dude? You good?"

I didn't respond, my brain short circuiting as I attempted to rid myself of the dirty thoughts lingering behind my eyelids. What would it be like to have those thick, muscular thighs wrapped around my skull, those strong hands smacking my ass—I groaned and covered my face, lifting my knees in an attempt to shield my crotch from view.

"Dude, (Y/N), what's wrong?" Jacob leaned forward, brushing my hair to the side. He was worried, that much was obvious, but whether or not he noticed what was really happening to me was unknown.

"N-Nothing!" My voice cracked and I winced, squirming away from him. "I-I'm fine." My awkward demeanor was a common thing as I had severe social anxiety, especially around attractive or outgoing people. Though I was normally quite comfortable around Jacob, the crush I'd slowly developed over the past month on the guy made me flustered and provided me with more than just one problem. Problems I, unfortunately, had to deal with alone.

Shifting in place, I pushed myself back against a tree, my gaze flitting around rapidly. I could see his larger form moving closer to my thin self, kneeling over me as his shadow cast over my face. "(Y/N), dude, look at me." I shook my head, keeping my face buried in my knees. His firm hands squeezed my calves and I gasped softly, recoiling at the unintentionally intimate gesture. "Dude, let me see your face, c'mon—"

"N-No, Jake—!" My face grew ever warmer as he pulled my legs down, his eyes immediately flicking to the little problem I'd developed. I whimpered slightly at the wide eyed stare he'd given me upon noticing, tears pricking at my eyes. "D-Don't look at me like that."

His gaze snapped back up to meet mine, (e/c) clashing with deep charcoal. I squeezed my eyes shut and sniffled softly, hiccuping. "G-Go ahead. F-Fuckin' hate me, l-like everyone at home—"

"Woah, woah, woah! Dude, why would I hate you?" I snapped my jaw shut, eyes still screwed shut as my fingers dug into the dirt. "D-Did...did I...?" With a swift, but hesitant nod from me, Jacob inhaled sharply, his hands leaving my bare calves as he leaned back. I felt my heart sink and had to bite back a sob, the sound a choked whimper in my throat as I covered my face with my hands.

The dark thoughts invaded, memories of my fathers drunken anger and the abuse I suffered at home lingering behind my minds eye. I could feel the glass shattering on my skin, hear the angry slurs and threats, the banging of his fist on a door. Without realizing it, I began to hyperventilate, my breathing staggered and my heart rate accelerated as I struggled to focus. Ugly. Evil. Stupid. Weak. Pathetic. Useless. Disgusting. Disgraceful.

“Hey, hey, hey!” Warm hands cupped my jaw, two thumbs wiping the tears trickling down my skin. "It's okay. You're beautiful. You're kind. You're funny. You're smart. So beautiful. So brilliant." I hadn’t realized I’d spoken my thoughts aloud. His sweet words slowly calmed my thunderous thoughts, my breathing slowing to an even pattern. Blinking my eyes slowly, I leaned into his palm, exhaling softly as my hands fell to my lap.

"'M sorry." Jacob shushed me, petting my cheeks as he moved to sit beside me. Maneuvering my body, he placed me between his legs, head resting against his chest and my own legs draped over his left thigh. He cradled me close for a moment—obviously he was used to my anxiety attacks, having helped me through them more than once before so far this summer—and gently caressed my spine lightly.

"You're okay, (N/N). Seriously, you don't have to be so worked up." Jacob hummed after a moment. "I meant what I said, okay? I could never hate you just for being gay...your dad’s a dick, dude." I snorted softly and nuzzled his chest, exhaling as his heart thumped loudly beneath my ear.

"Thanks Jake. You're my best friend, you know that?" Jacob smiled and rested his hands on my back and thigh, hugging me closer.

"Well, duh, but I think I'm more than just your best friend if you just popped a boner for me—"

"Oh my god, shut up!" His boisterous laugh was infectious, a wide grin on both our lips as the tenseness of the previous situation died down with ease. His eyes sparkled with mirth and adoration as they examined my happy expression, lingering for a moment longer on my lips. "What...?"

"Nothing. You're just hot." His cheeky grin had me groaning, falling backwards over his lap as he snorted.

"Woooooow, so smooth, Jake." I huffed, despite the pink hue painting the apples of my cheeks again. I reached up and poked his shoulder, the guy smiling down at me.

"What? I can't flirt with you?" I deadpannned and pursed my lips, narrowing my gaze as I sat up.

"You're fucking with me."

He gaped at my blatant accusation, lifting his hands up in defense. "Um, no? Why would I do that?"

"Don't be a dick."

"I'm not! Wha—(Y/N)!" I moved to stand up, shuffling onto my knees with slight discomfort due to the semi-hard-on I still sported. Before I could move any further, Jacob's hands grasped my waist, pulling me back and forcing me to face him, straddling his hips. His expression was that of a kicked puppy as he held me in place, genuinely hurt by my accusation. "I'm not fucking with you."

Pursing my lips, I hesitated, searching his charcoal gaze for a sign of any deceit or deviousness. When I found none, I caved, placing my hands on his chest gently. "Promise?"

"Yeah, I promise." Jacobs hands squeezed my sides lightly, my body shuddering as his thumbs brushed under the hem of shirt my slightly. His eyes flickered down, watching my hips twitch in his lap, before flickering up to gauge my reaction. His hands slid lower, warm fingers threading under my shirt and tickling my cool skin lightly. I sat up straighter, suddenly aware of how close we really were, our noses practically brushing as our breathes mingled.

"Jake..." I mumbled, eyes flicking to his lips as my heart hammered in my chest. He swallowed thickly, leaning forward so our lips brushed.

"Yeah..." Jacob closed the gap, pulling me closer as his hips brushed up against mine. I mewled softly against his mouth, feeling his hand slide down to palm my crotch, squeezing the length and rubbing the head with his thumb.

"J-Jacob—" He shushed me with another kiss, his fingers digging into my waist and his hand squeezing my crotch lightly. His tongue slipped past my parted lips, losing itself against mine while his knees bent slightly, rolling our hips together. Soft mewls and whines escaped me between kisses, my hands grabbing at his defined chest and broad shoulders, squeezing and kneading the muscled flesh.

He chuckled slightly, soft grunts pressed against my lips as I groped the athlete, his hands guiding my ass over his lap. I could feel him pressing against my rear, the thick outline of his cock tented in his khakis. I pulled away with a breathless gasp, a string of saliva bonding our lips as we panted and gazed at each other, pupils blown. "I-I thought you were—"

"Interested in Emma? She's hot but she's not you."

My heart warmed at his words and I found myself grinding over his lap, pressing down against his cock whilst his fingers squeezed my waist. "F-Fuck..." He groaned and let his eyes flutter shut, cupping my ass in his large palms with a nice squeeze. "You keep doing that and I'm gonna lose it, (N/N)." He warned, eyes dark as they opened to settle on my hips, watching me roll them.

"Jacob..." His name came out as a breathless whine, his eyes meeting mine with surprise and lust as he took in my expression of utter submission. My nails dug into his shoulders as I leaned back against his bent legs, lips parted and slightly swollen from our kisses whilst my pupils consumed the ring of (e/c) that once rested there. "I want you. Jacob, please." I begged, disheveled (h/c) locks falling loosely in my vision. A deep groan left his throat and his hands moved further down my ass, grabbing firmly at the plush clothed flesh. His lips found my neck and sucked at the skin, tongue swirling lightly over my pulse point. As his teeth nipped at my pulse, I cried out and bucked my hips hard, slamming my ass back against his hard clothed cock.

"Jesus Fucking—!" Gripping my ass tightly, he lifted me up onto my knees, shuffling to remove his belt. Popping the button, he slid his khakis and boxers down just enough to let his cock stand, the bulbous red tip bounding against his clothed abs with a harsh smack.!I swallowed thickly and struggled to remove my own shorts, tossing them along with my briefs to the side. My shirt still present on my body helped me relax slightly, feeling incredibly shy as my smaller length lifted the hem with its pulsing. "You're beautiful." The ravenette mumbled against my throat, licking his fingers lightly. That hand made its way down my spine, slipping between my cheeks and prodding at my entrance.

I gasped and gripped his shoulders, whimpering as he slipped his middle finger in to the first knuckle. It felt different with his hand, his digits thicker than my own. Despite the temporary discomfort, I felt extremely satisfied by just the one in my ass, keening as he buried it deeper. "Is that good?" Jacob asked, genuinely curious as he'd most likely never fucked another guy before. I nodded, unable to find words in the moment, and let my head rest on his shoulder. His ring finger slipped past the rim, following the first as deep as two knuckles, then he slowly pulled them back out only to push them back in just as slow.

"Faster..." I murmured, tightly gripping at his shirt as I did so. He made a soft noise of confirmation, his fingers moving faster as his freehand slid to my front. Between my legs, he grasped my cock in his left hand, my muffled yelp of surprise pressed against his skin. Rubbing the tip with his thumb, he stroked me lightly, other hand still thrusting into my ass as he held me. "O-Oh fuck, J-Jake...!"

"Say my name again." His voice was hoarse from lust and pleasure, leaning back to watch my expressions as he toyed with my body. His cock throbbed against his abdomen, a bead of precum forming at the tip.

"Jake!" I all but whined, head tossed back as I rolled my hips against his hands. His breath hitched and he bit his lip, dark eyes watching me with awe. Deciding to return the favor, one of my hands slipped down his chest and enveloped his length, his size much larger than my hand. I stroked him in time with his movements, watching his brows furrow and his jaw clench.

"F-Fuck, (Y/N)..." He grunted, voice cracking. I perked up slightly and moved my hand a bit faster, still rolling my hips into his hands. My thumb swiped over his tip, spreading his precum, and I squeezed the base lightly, earning a whine of pleasured protest from him. "Fuck yeah, ah..."

I leaned forward as he rushed his movements, thrusting his fingers in my ass rapidly as he fisted my cock. His lips brushed over mine as we both moaned, his hand replacing mine on his own cock and pressing our two lengths together. I mewled and thrusted into his fist, coiling my arms around his neck and threading my fingers through his hair. He kissed me aggressively, stroking faster as he dipped three fingers into my ass, altering the angle and brushing my prostate. I screamed against his mouth, his lips pulling into a smile as his tongue swallowed my cry, fingers aiming for that bundle of nerves on every thrust in. His strokes grew sloppy, our cocks rubbing together as they throbbed and our balls clenched, climax growing near.

"So beautiful. So sweet." Jacob cooed against my lips, his eyes half lidded as he gazed at me with such adoration and love, chest heaving. I whimpered softly and bit my lip, back arching as I cried out once more, my vision a blinding white. I could hear him groan, his hips bucking against mine as we both came, the warm stickiness of our release mixed between our shirts and dampening the soft cotton cloth. Panting, I rested my head on his shoulder, wincing as his fingers slipped from my ass and tugged my shirt hem down to cover it.

"Holy shit, you guys are loud." I yelped and scrambled to hide myself further, Jacobs hands wiping themselves clean on his shirt before coiling around me protectively. Nick snickered as he stood nearby, hands on his hips whilst Kaitlyn hailed a disapproving expression, her arms folded over her chest. "You guys need to clean the fuck up and thank Ryan for taking all the kiddos canoeing."

"Yes ma'am." Jacob mock saluted the short woman, receiving a roll of the eyes and a scoff before she turned on her heel. Nick waved, a coy smirk on his face as he followed after her, disappearing beyond the treeline. Jacob chuckled lowly and pressed a kiss to my temple, hugging me gently.

"We really should get cleaned up." I nodded, my face ablaze, but the dopey smile I carried had yet to fade. Even though we'd been caught, I didn't regret a thing.

[dreamqueenkala]

ENOUGH

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Warnings: Making-Out; Anal Penetration; Unprotected Sex; Dry Humping; Teasing; Aggressive Sex; Slight Manhandling; Groping; Temporary Spanking; Fingering; Oral (Male Receiving); Creampie; Multiple Rounds(Implied)

Male Reader x Dylan Lenivy

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“O-One more time?” Dylan sat in front of me, eyes wide and lips parted, the utmost expression of both disbelief and shock on his pale face as he stammered his request. His brown eyes were dull, dazed as he registered my words, right hand gripping in his lap on the opposite couch whilst his left stump was pressed to his chest. Blinking, he shook his head lightly and reached up to ruffle his soft brown locks.

“I think we should take a break.” I shrank back at the absolute heartbroken dullness in his eyes, gnawing at my lower lip and toying with the hem of my shirt. His fingers clawed to his lap, gripping his knees as he lowered his head and laughed humorlessly.

“Why?”

“I-I…I’m not good enough for you—you deserve someone better, Dyl—“

“Why the fuck do you get to decide that!?”

I yelped, his raised voice startling me as I shrank back against the sofa. His pupils were blown and his teeth gritted as he glared at his lap, knuckles white from the grip he had on his knee.

“You’re more than enough for me, (Y/N)! You make me happy! What makes you think you’re not perfect to me?” He hissed, voice trembling and shoulders quaking. His hair was ruffled and covering his eyes from my view, though I could tell from his voice he was hurting. “Why…why do you think you’re not worth it? W-What did I…d-do?” I bit my lip and reaches over, grasping his hand and stump gently as they trembled. My own (E/C) eyes stung with tears, sniffling softly as I squeezed his hand.

“I-I just…y-you’re missing a hand, Dyl! A-And I’m not strong enough t-to help you…I couldn’t p-protect you from those t-things, I-I—“ I closed my eyes, recoiling from his grasp and pushing back into the sofa I sat on. Soft sniffles and hiccups left me, my fingers rubbing at my eyes mercilessly.

A soft, familiar hand cupped my face, thumb wiping the tears from my face gently. Blinking softly, I sniffled and peered up at the brunette I’d grown to love, lower lip quivering. His eyes were sad, nose brushing mine as he kissed and licked at my cheeks and jaw, fingers caressing my cheekbone gently. Nuzzling my neck, he kissed my skin softly and moved to kneel between my legs.

“Baby, it’s okay. I know it hurts, but I’m so much better when I’m with you. I’m so happy with you here, baby.” Dylan murmured, holding my face in his palm and nuzzling his nose with mine. “I love you, you know that? Let me show you how good you are for me…?”

I hiccuped and nodded slowly, letting the brunette guide me onto my feet and down the hall to our bedroom. His one hand pulled me in by my hips, lips finding mine in a gentle caress. The frail fingers of his right hand slipped under my shirt, trailing over my abdomen and lighting a fire beneath skin wherever he touched. I shivered and snakes my arms around his neck, standing on my toes to press into him more. He exhaled softly against my lips, hand slipping higher til his thumb brushed my left nipple, pinching the soft peak lightly.

I gasped and Dylan smiled against my lips, slipping his tongue between my parted lips and caressing the warm appendage in my own mouth. His hips ground against mine, his left arm curled around my waist to hold me close. Tilting his head, he groaned as our crotches rubbed together, the tent in his jeans pressed against the tent in mine.

“(Y/N), you’re so cute.” The tall brunette mumbled, gaining another whine from me as he tweaked my nipple and rolled it lightly. “Such cute sounds.” His hand slid down, removing itself from my shirt only to tug the fabric over my head and toss it away. I hissed as the cold air met my (S/C) skin, nipples erect and chest heaving. Leaning back, Dylan gazed down into my (E/C) eyes with blown pupils, his cheeks flushed and his lips slightly swollen from the kiss.

“You’re so sexy.” He mumbled, leaning in to suckle at my throat, a sharp moan leaving me. I tilted my head back and fumbled with his shirt, dragging it up and over his head desperately. “So sweet. So kind.” Each word carried another round of kisses, licks and soft nibbles. His left arm hooked around my waist, guiding my hips forward as he rubbed against me. His right hand slid down over my waist and, dipping past the denim, began to toy with the hard-on beneath my briefs.

“D-Dylan!” I mewled, bucking against his hand as he thumbed at my tip, cock twitching at his touch. The tall male chuckled against my throat, teeth lightly scraping over my Adam’s apple. My palms pressed flat against his chest, fingertips lightly tracing the scars from the quarry.

“Look at you, so needy, so desperate. What do you want, baby?” He cooed, his hips rutting against mine again whilst he continued to palm me. I shivered and whimpered, my teeth drawing my lower lip in as a sharp whine left me. “Use your words, handsome.”

“M-More, please!” I mewled, (H/C) locks disheveled and forehead lined with a thin sheen of sweat. The closeted nerd leaned back, his much taller frame towering over me with a cocky smirk on his pale, beautiful face.

“More what? Tell me, (Y/N).” I whined and rutted against his palm as he squeezed the outline of my cock, his left arm holding my hips in place. “Look down, (Y/N). This is what you do to me.”

My (E/C) eyes flashed down to his hips, his cock throbbing beneath his pants and pressing into my hipbone. He rutted against me again, groaning lowly at the friction whilst never removing his gaze from my face.

“You make me feel so good. So happy. So loved. So—fuck!—s-so fucking horny.” His words stumbled between his panting, hips rolling more fervently and his hand sliding around to grip at my ass. Squeezing the soft flesh, he yanked me forward til I toppled against his chest, his stature and strength enough for him to lift me up and toss me over his right shoulder. I yelped, clinging to his back tightly as he placed his right hand over my rear again, carrying me to the bed only to toss me onto the mattress.

My back hit the soft yet firm object with a soft thump, a gasp leaving me, my body bouncing slightly. Dylan was quick to climb over me, his lips immediately attaching themselves to my chest. His tongue swirled around my right nipple, lips sucking lightly as his soft brown curls fluttered in front of his face. I mewled and reached up to tug at his hair, thighs clenching beneath him at the groan he released. I bucked my hips up and felt his handless arm slip under my back, forcing me to arch against him. His long legs stretched out and he rutted his hips against mine, toying with me.

“D-Dylan—“

“That’s not my name, babe.” I swallowed at the deep tone of voice he took on, his teeth nipping at the skin beneath my nipples and his right hand slipping into my pants to palm my bare ass.

“S-Sugar.” He grinned, leaning up to press his lips to my cheek gently.

“Good boy.”

It was an odd nickname, I know, but it’s the one we settled on a long time ago. Dylan’s always been a sweetheart, joking nature aside. His empathetic soul and heart of gold had him putting others ahead of himself no matter the situation, even during that last night at the quarry. Because of that, and the kindness and affection he’d shown me, and partly due to my southern-raised nature, I took to calling him Sugar. At first, he was flustered and confused, but after the first few times he grew to adore the pet name, and after we started dating, it took a deeper meaning. It wasn’t just a nickname, but a title. To him, Sugar was a name of absolute adoration and love, and he never allowed anyone to call him that but me. It was special, a reminder of the love we had.

Dylan’s hand flipping me onto my hands and knees knocked me from my thoughts, a sharp gasp leaving me as he dragged my pants down my legs. “Look at you, clenching around nothing. Need me that bad, huh, baby?” I whined and flushed at the chuckle he released, his right hand kneading the soft (S/C) of my ass. “So beautiful, and all mine.” I buried my face in my pillow as his tongue dipped past my rim, a deep moan leaving him and mingling with the squeak that left me. Glancing down between my legs, I watched his hips rut against the bed, the tent in his jeans painfully taut and both his boxers and jeans stained with his precum.

“F-Fuck—“ I yelped as a sharp slap rang through the room, my ass stinging where he smacked me. Biting my lip, I felt tears of both pleasure and overstimulation build in my eyes, ass clenching around his fingers that had replaced his tongue.

“Language. What do we say, baby boy?”

“S-Sorry Sugar.”

“Good.” A soft nip to my reddened flesh had me mewling gently, toes curling in my socks and hips rutting against his hand. “So needy, fucking yourself on my fingers. You’re so hot.” Panting, I rolled my hips and arched my back, knowing how much he loved to watch me bend and squirm for him. His hungry groan confirmed that thought, his mouth suddenly latching to my taint and licking at my balls.

“S-Shit, fuck—!” I squealed, thighs quivering desperately at the sudden stimulation. Dylan hated when I cursed, usually because it was something I’d developed after the events in August, a bad habit that indicated extreme emotional stress or—in this case—lust. The tall teen immediately pulled away from me, leaning over my back with a glare in his eyes. He yanked me back by my hair, forcing me to make eye contact as he hovered behind me.

“What the fuck did I say?” My eyes widened feeling his hips pressed against my ass. “Do you need me to show you how important you are to me? Huh? Or do you need me to shut that pretty little dirty mouth of yours first?” Bucking back against him I panted, pupils blown and chest heaving.

“‘M sorry, Sugar. ‘M so s-sorry! I’ll s-stop, please!” Dylan sneered at me and slammed my face into my pillow, keeping it pinned with his left arm. I could hear the buckle of his jeans coming undone and the fabric falling to his knees. His tip prodded at my hole and I whimpered softly, gripping the sheets as his bare chest pressed to my back.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll never think you’re anything less than perfect for me.” Dylan growled into my ear, and before I could reply, his hips thrusted forward. A shriek left me as he bottomed out immediately, the brunette bucking so hard against me I could hear the bed frame creak and the headboard slam into the wall. He growled and grunted and groaned, teeth nipping at my shoulder. His arms were on either side of my head to hold himself up, both of us slicked with sweat.

Tilting my head, I leaned over and pressed my lips to his left wrist, his breathe hitching in his throat. “I love you.” I mumbled, tears slowly rolling down my face from both the pleasure and the guilt. “I’m sorry. I love you so much.” Dylan smiled against my neck, peppering sweet kisses to my throat and fucking me a little faster, my own cock brushing against the bedsheets.

“I love you, too, baby boy. All mine, so good for me.” He cooed, earning soft babbles from the praise. My eyes rolled back and I drooled into the bedsheets, fingers digging into my pillow as he buried himself further in me. The brunettes cockhead battered my prostate, causing me to squeal as my vision went white. My cock throbbed and the sheets beneath me were suddenly drenched, my body trembling whilst my boyfriend fucked me through my high.

Turning my head, Dylan pressed his lips to mine and sucked on my tongue, bucking his hips harder. Tears of overstimulation poured from my eyes and I whimpered against him weakly. His hips stuttered and suddenly he was deep inside me, filling me with his warm seed as he panted against me.

We slumped like that, still connected as he leaned over me, his nose brushing mine. I barely got a few minutes to breathe before his right hand snaked around my hips, calloused fingers curling around my cock. I gasped breathlessly, peeking back at him as Dylan smiled mischievously, his hips slowly pulling back.

“I’m not done with you, yet, baby boy. I’m gonna fuck you til your addicted to my cock.” His hips bucked forward and I yelped, his fist squeezing my cock. “I’m never letting you go, baby. You’re perfect to me.”

Our intimacy continued through the evening and the night, leaving me slightly bruised, weak, lovedrunk and dazed the next morning, swaddled in my boyfriends embrace. I’m pretty convinced, now, that I’m more than enough for Dylan. After all, he’s more than enough for me.

[dreamqueenkala]

SPLASH

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WARNINGS: Breeding Kink; Light choking; Thigh Riding; Submissive!Nick; Praise; Unprotected sex; Momentary Hair pulling

Female Reader x Nick Furcillo

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"Niiiick!" She squealed as she resurfaced from the water, her soaked hair draped over her face and shielding her eyes. A loud boisterous laugh to her left drew her attention and she reached out to splash him with a huff, her free hand trying to untangle her soaked locks from her face. Two warm hands pressed to her cheeks and gently caressed her locks from her eyes. Her (e/c) eyes met his deep chocolate pools and his toothy smile as he gazed down at her, his dark curly hair matted to his own face and dripping down his chin.

"Sorry, love. I just can't help it when you react so cute." He teased, leaning in to nuzzle her nose with his own. She huffed but couldn't hide the rose hue that warmed the apples of her cheeks as he nuzzled her so affectionately. Instead, she pouted, puffing her cheeks out and turning her back to him. "Aww, c'mon, (Y/N), I'm only playing." He cooed, trying to coax her to turn around.

When she refused he sighed and dipped down to bury his face in her bare shoulder, peppering feathery kisses along the soft, fair surface. His fingers lightly caressed her sides under the water, drawing circles in the soft flesh of her hips and easing her tenseness with the sweet gesture. Pressed so close to him, she could feel his warmth rolling in waves over them both and sighed.

Turning, her small hands splayed themselves over his bare chest, her eyes gazing over his facial features with such concentration the Aussie began to blush shyly. She could see the water droplets sparkling in his eyelashes, see the minuscule freckles dotted just beneath his cheekbones, pick out the tiny flecks of caramel in his dark eyes. She smiled, once again in awe of the man she'd found herself falling for more and more for the past year, and stood on her toes to press a kiss to his jaw.

"You don't have to dunk me just to see my 'cute' reactions, mister." She scolded, prodding a finger against his rib cage and earning a soft gasp of surprise from the tanned man.

"Well, that's not fair. It's not fun if you expect it." He yelped as she splashed hun full in the face, spluttering as the girl he'd been with for so long proceeded to dunk him in response.

"You're right. It is more fun when you don't expect it." She giggled, brushing a strand of her (h/c) locks behind her left ear. As he resurfaced and glared after her she rolled her eyes and dove into the water, swimming across the pool. His eyes fell to the swell of her ass as they had been the whole time they'd been out, the boy swallowing thickly as his mouth suddenly felt dry.

Nick reached out and swam after her, smiling as they swam the length of the pool side by side. "You're beautiful, love." He hummed thoughtfully, grinning wider at the cute blush that flushed her face.

It had been a year and three months since they'd gotten together, 3 years since they'd met, and every day was full of sweet compliments, kind gestures, cuddles and the very rare kiss. Of course, this wasn't on (Y/N)'s shoulders, no, rather Nick's. The boy, despite his dominance when it came to staking his claim over his girlfriend and protecting her from strangers and pervs, was probably the most awkward and submissive man she'd ever met. She didn't dislike it, actually, she found him quite adorable. However, the lack of proper intimacy between the two was driving her hormones wild.

Today, coming to the pool, was her idea. See, she saw the nice weather in the middle of spring as a sign that taking her boyfriend to an empty pool on a Tuesday was a great idea. They'd come here often enough beforehand, so it wouldn't seem suspicious. (Y/N) made particularly sure to entice the man with her new swimsuit—a black and green horizontally striped two piece that accentuated her curves and her slightly thicker-than-average thighs. It was working, too, if the stares to her ass and breasts were anything to go by.

Smiling warmly after his compliment, (Y/N) turned to face the stairs, slowly climbing from the pool. Her hips swayed with each step up, water trickling down her spine and over the supple curves of her body. Nick inhaled sharply behind her, and it took every ounce of strength of will for her to subdue the smile pulling at her lips.

"Babe, Cmon, I wanna get home before the neighborhood kids get out of school." She cooed, wrapping a towel around her body and shielding the enticing view from her boyfriends dark eyes. Nick stumbled up the steps, his face flushed as he shifted his swim shorts around, coiling another towel around his waist. They gathered their things and exited the apartment pool, making their way up two flights of stairs to their own apartment.

(Y/N) followed close behind Nick, stumbling over her feet up the stairs and falling into his back with a gasp. The dark haired boy swallowed again feeling her breasts press into his back and her hands on his hips, his heart skipping a beat at the contact. "Y-You okay, love?" He stammered, clearing his throat as he steadied her and moved to unlock the door.

She cleared her throat and brushed herself off, her towel slipping just enough to show off her cleavage. "Yeah, just slipped a little. I'm okay." She smiles so innocently up at him, the guy could've sworn all the warmth left in him would've flooded his cheeks if it wasn't already swelling in his shorts. The door clicked open and the two stepped inside their shared apartment, dropping their keys and such by the door and moving towards their bedroom.

Knowing her boyfriend was looking for his own clothes to change into, (Y/N) buried herself in the closet, brushing her hair behind her shoulders. "Babe? Can you put the towels in the dryer for me?" She asked, dropping her towel by her feet in the process. She heard him hum in agreement, footsteps moving towards her to grab her towel from the floor. He stopped short as she suddenly slipped her swim suit top off, letting the soaked fabric plop to the floor. Her thumbs slipped under the sides of her bottoms, slowly wedging the fabric down her waist til it slipped the rest of the way to the floor.

"Nick?" She turned her head, her eyes taking in the sight of her boyfriend gazing at her with an open mouth and lust blown pupils, his shorts tented slightly. Giggling, the shorter female turned to face him completely, a hand on her hip and her bare self on full display. "Nick? Babe?" He blinked slowly and closed his mouth, swallowing thickly in a desperate attempt to steel himself.

"Y-Yeah? What?" His gaze snapped up to meet her (e/c) eyes, blushing and furrowing his brows in confusion at the grin that covered her lips. She stepped forward slowly, her fingers trailing over his chest and toying with his slowly drying curls.

"Why're you blushing, babe?" She cooed, eyes peering up at him through her long lashes, lips pouted slightly. She tilted her head, slowly guiding him backwards toward the bed. "Feeling shy?"

"I-I..." He gasped as his knees hit the bed, his ass meeting the sheets as he gazed up at her. Her nose nudged his, her fingers tracing the pulse point in his throat, and she draped a leg over his lap. "Y-You're j-just...."

"Just what, babe?"

He inhaled sharply and licked his lips, his brown eyes black with lust tracing her bare form once more. "Beautiful." Her breath hitched in her throat and she smiled warmly, her free hand guiding his chin up to face her.

"Kiss me, Nick." His lips met hers quickly, moving so slowly, yet so passionately, (Y/N) swore she could feel her own pulse on her tongue, pressed against the warm muscle in his mouth. Her fingers slotted into his hair, tugging lightly and eliciting a soft groan from the boy. He exhaled through his nose as she moved to straddle his thigh, her bare pussy pressed against his skin and startling the poor guy.

"W-Wait, (Y/N)—" She hushed him as he pulled away frantically, her gaze not leaving his. He panted slightly as he watched her, biting his lip as her hip began to slide forward and back over his thigh. "B-Babe."

"You do this to me." She murmured, hands on his shoulders now as she moved. His mouth snapped shut at her words, glancing down at her breasts as they swayed with her movements. (Y/N) gripped his shoulders tightly, rolling her hips faster as his thigh began to grow damp for reasons other than the pool. "You make me feel so hot. So needy. So naughty." Her words became mewls of pleasure, her eyes fluttering as her pussy slickened with the thoughts traversing her head. She reached up with one hand and toyed with her breasts, the boy beneath her groaning softly at the sight.

"I-I do this?" His voice was huskier now, raspier, almost as if he was struggling to speak at all. She nodded wordlessly, gasping as his hands came up to ghost over her hips. "W-What do you want me to do?"

"Touch me." She mewled, tilting her head back slightly. She reached down, grasping his larger hand and guiding it over her breasts, across her shoulder, curling his fingers around her throat. "Please, Nick." Squeeze. "O-Oh fuck!" Her hips jutted forward harshly, her thigh brushing his crotch and they both moaned loud and unfiltered. Her nails dug into his thigh now, stabilizing herself as she bucked and rode his thigh faster, harder. He squeezed her throat again and she nearly drooled, her eyelids fluttering from the pleasurable feeling. He squeezed a bit longer and her eyes filled with tears, pooling there and trickling down as she chanted his name in a hoarse whisper. "Nick, Nick, Nick..."

"Fuck." Slowly, she opened her eyes, harshly blinking through the tears to see the absolute euphoria on his face. His free hand was palming his crotch, outlining his cock through the damp fabric of his swim shorts and fisting the base.

"Let me help, Nick." Her hands pushed him to lay back, her hips lifting from his as she hovered over him. Carefully, she hooked her fingers around the waistband of his shorts and guided them halfway down his thighs, just far enough to free his erection. It wasn't too thick, but it was long enough to draw a moan from (Y/N)'s lips at the sight. "You're so hot." The Aussie boy whimpered slightly at her reaction, hands resting on her hips as she straddles him once more. Her fingers gently enveloped his cock, pressing the swollen head to her clit and nearly collapsing at the pressure. "F-Fuck, babe, oh my god."

Nick gently eased her forward, bucking his hips lightly to tease her entrance. "Please, love." He begged softly, a mere whisper in comparison to the loud moans that had left him before. She gazed down at him with such intense passion he had to bite his lip to hold back a whimper.

"Please what?" He whimpered softly and squeezed her hips lightly, bucking his own enough that the tip pressed against her eager hole. His doe brown eyes gazed up at her with desperation, his bare skin coated in sweat and his toes curled in anticipation.

"I need to be inside you. Please, (Y/N)." He moaned for her, and she grinned with a breathy sigh, sinking her hips down over his cock. They both hissed from the tight intrusion, quickly bottoming out despite the stretch. "S-So tight. So good." He murmured, panting slightly.

(Y/N) rolled her hips, watching his expression morph as he moaned sharply and arched his back, his eyes clenched shut. "Good boy. So full, you make me feel so full." She hummed, setting a slow and steady rhythm. His hands guided her hips forward a bit, keeping her rocking in his lap as he blinked away at the ecstasy fogging his mind.

Nick's gaze settled on her breasts, watching them bounce with each buck of her hips, the wet sounds of skin slapping and her cunt squeezing his cock filling the room. Her nails dug into his chest and her lips parted to exhale heavily. His own lips muttered her name incoherently, chest heaving and heart racing, skin flushed with heat.

"Wanna fill you." He mumbled, one arm now draped over his face and obscuring his expression from her view. She grunted and leaned down slightly, rolling her hips at a new angle that had him arching his back and crying out. "Please! Please, wanna breed you. Please, love!" His breathless, desperate pleads made her heart swell and her pussy clench, low moans leaving her own lips.

"Fucking fill me up, Nick. Fill me with your cum. Get me pregnant. I'm yours, baby, all yours." She replied, feeling his cock throb deep within her walls. Nick writhed and bucked, gripping her hips so tightly in one hand she knew her skin would be bruised, but she didn't care. (Y/N)'s thrusts grew more heavy, sloppier as she drew closer to her climax, her breasts pressed flushed against his chest now as he drew her into a hug. Taking over only for a short moment, his hips began to buck up into hers. Once, twice, three times, then Nick groaned her name and pressed up flush against her, filling her cunt with his seed. As he did so, (Y/N) stammered and clenched once more, her body trembling with her own orgasm.

Faces buried in each other's hair, bodies coated in sweat, cum pooling over their thighs, the duo held each other gently for awhile. Though it was a long silence as they calmed down from their highs, the two were content, nuzzling each other and sharing chaste kisses between words of affection. "I love you." They murmured repeatedly, cradling each other close.

It was a long day, and an even longer night, the couple wouldn't forget for a very long time.

[dreamqueenkala]

Hey! Would i maybe be able to request a jacob x Fem!reader where the reader and jacob are almost opposites and not eachothers type at all (with the reader being more like abi and dylan, and a gamer pothead) but they just click and like rachother instantly, and just flirt and mutually pine. With a smutty confession? 😏

MAGNET

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Warnings: Tooth-Rotting Fluff; Awkward Geeking; Innuendos; Gentle!Dom!Jacob; Sub!Reader; Teasing; Oral(Female Receiving)

Female Reader x Jacob Custos

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“Kids suck!” I whined as I tossed my head back, slumping in the rolling chair I’d stolen from Dylan, whom was still hunched over the radio desk. Clicking the knob, the PA system crackled before falling silent, the daily announcements finally over. Dylan exhaled heavily and turned to face me, leaning against the desk with his legs stretched and crossed at the ankles.

“Hey, they can be cute.” I deadpanned at the brunette, whom raised his hands in mock defeat. “Alright, alright, they can be a handful, sometimes…all the time.” He relented as I raised a brow, earning a chuckle from me. Brushing the (H/C) strands that had strayed from my (ponytail/bun/headband) from my face, I tossed my arms above my head and stretched. My back cracked and Dylan flinched, expressing his disgust with a gag.

“How the hell can you do that? It’s so gross.” I grinned and cracked my knuckles, the brunette groaning with distaste at the sound. “Stop! Get out with your nasty bones!”

I chuckled as he shooed me towards the door, stumbling slightly over my feet. “Fine, fine! I’ve got a teddy bear to go bother anyway.” His grin morphed into a playful smirk, his brown eyes sparkling with mischief.

“Ooooh, yes! I won’t fuck a bear, but you can definitely fuck that particular bear.” Dylan cooed, breaking out with laughter as I flipped him off. “See ya, loser!”

This was a typical occurrence between myself and my brother, Dylan. Yes, I’m a Lenivy. I’m also just as much, if not more of, a geek like my brother. IQ’s above 160, 4.0 GPA, and a huge interest in both technology and science, my brother and I were almost identical personality wise. Physically, Dylan resembled our mother more than I did. I took after my grandfathers features mostly, but my dads button nose and his thick but curved eyebrows were something I retained. My features were soft due to my feminine genes, and I embarrassingly also retained my mothers rather larger bosom and thighs, making me a bit thicker than the average female, but I wasn’t too focused on that.

Another difference between myself and my brother was our hair and eye color. He gained my dads doe eyes and my mothers chocolate curls. I, on the other hand, had my dads (H/C) waves and my mothers sharp (E/C) eyes. We really didn’t look much alike, but the similarities in our half smiles and our brains was all we needed. I adored my brother, and he adored me, despite the obsession he had with annoying me endlessly.

Dylan’s favorite topic to tease and annoy me over was my crush on a particular teddy bear of a jock. At Hackett’s Quarry Summer Camp, my brother ran the announcements and I was the crafts instructor—not art like Abigail did, but rather construction like old school hand powered batteries and cranks and such. Old technology. The jock in question was the sports coach, leading the physical activities we played like Volleyball, Soccer and even Tag. He was a big guy, obviously, but unlike the stereotype people assumed he played into, underneath the surface he was actually a loveable, awkward and gold-hearted man.

He went out of his way to make others laugh or smile, much like my brother and I, and though he had that obnoxious bravado about him, he was genuinely very sweet. He sought love and acceptance, a reason to stay and a reason to be happy, something not a lot of people gave him. His name was Jacob Custos, and the guy was absolutely adorable.

Jacob and I, despite being polar opposites personality wise, hit it off from day one. We ran into each other in the lodge during orientation—literally ran into each other. His hulking frame compared to my much shorter stature barreled me over in the hall near the kitchen. If it wasn’t for his quick reflexes, my ass would’ve been broken on the old wooden flooring. No, instead, the jock had caught me with his right arm, which hooked around my waist and pulled me into his chest.

I’d never been that close to a guy, in any sense.

All he said as we met eyes was, ‘Hi.’ My brain short circuiting at the close proximity to such an attractive man, I stupidly replied with a, ‘Hey Cutie.’ The blush that rose to his cheeks was well worth it, though.

Shortly into the first week, the two of us had already become good friends. When I wasn’t supervising the kids during craft time or bothering my brother in the radio hut, I was somewhere around camp hanging out with Jacob. Despite our interests lying on opposite ends of the spectrum, we enjoyed discussing them. I adored how passionate the guy got about water polo—something he surprisingly enjoyed far more than football, even though he didn’t play on his high school team—and how often he made me laugh with his silly behavior and dramatic gestures.

I like to think Jacob enjoyed talking to me as much as I enjoyed talking to him, if the smiles he always shared with me or the way his eyes sparkled with mirth whenever we spoke was anything to go off of. He was a genuine sweetheart through and through.

One time, to save a camper from injuring themselves building a small birdhouse, I’d swooped in and slammed my hand down over theirs. The hammer they’d been using smashed into the back of my hand and broke my middle finger. Jacob was the first to be by my side when it happened, cradling my hand and barking at the kid who’d caused the accident. They apologized, of course, and I had Abi take over my class.

Jacob could get a little too sweet sometimes, though. In that same situation, he’d scooped me up in his arms and carried me all the way to the clinic in the lodge. Completely unnecessary as it was only my finger that was injured, but it was sweet nonetheless. He even stayed with me til my finger was set and wrapped up safely.

Another week in and Jacob and I had begun to flip the script a bit. Our banter became a bit more…intimate, with innuendos and subtle flirting mixed in.

For instance…

“Jacob, can you help me set up the campers tents?”

“(Y/N), I don’t see why you need any help. You erect my tent without effort.”

“Jacob!”

Or…

“(Y/N) get up or you’re gonna miss breakfast!”

“Can’t miss breakfast if you’re in bed with me.”

At first, it was easy to hide it, but by the third week my brother picked up on it. Then the relentless teasing came in and I was more flustered around Jacob from that point.

Dylan was the one who helped me understand that I was infatuated with the guy. From the way my heart hammered in my chest and my cheeks flushed, to the overly bright smile I had on my face whenever I came back from hanging out with Jacob, even to how I always found a way to gush about his amazing qualities whenever it was just me and Dylan.

Jacob was amazing. Truly.

Sighing blissfully at the memories in my head, I made my way towards Jacob’s cabin. Half way up the steps the door opened, the guy in question peering past the doorframe at me. A wide smile crossed his face and he stumbled the rest of the way out, waving to Nick whom he shared his cabin with.

“Hey JC. Ready to go?”

“My hero! Saving me from the ravenous dork in my cabin.” He teased, glancing back as he began to close the door. “See ya, Nicky-Boy!”

“Fuck off, Jakey-Poo!” Nicks voice called from inside, and I couldn’t stop the laughter that bubbled in my throat. Grasping my left hand in his right, Jacob led me toward the clearing down the path to the firepit—Shady Glade or something. I never remembered the name of the path, I just knew it wasn’t rocky.

“‘Jakey-Poo’, huh?” I cooed after a quiet moment, quirking a brow as our hands swung. He huffed, the apples of his cheeks darkened slightly out of embarrassment. “Got a boyfriend, Mr. Custos?”

“Uh, yeah—no. Nick’s, uh, cool and all but I don’t swing that way. Preeeetty sure he’s got a thing for Abi anyway.” I rolled my eyes at his dorky explanation, squeezing his much larger hand gently.

“Good. Would’ve meant you were off the table.” His brows shot up quickly, lips parted as he whipped his head to face me.

“W-Wha—for real?”

“Jacob, do you really think either of us would be flirting like this if we weren’t at least somewhat interested in each other?” It was kind of cute how oblivious the guy could be, though, some moments tested my patience.

“W-Well, I mean—“ I covered his mouth with my free hand, tugging him to a stop in the clearing with the other. He blinked down at me owlishly, his breathe on my palm warm and his grip on my hand just a little sweaty. I smiled warmly at him, tilting my head to the side and gazing through my eyelashes into his dark eyes.

“You’re so sweet, JC. And so passionate. You’re strong and kind…” My hand left his mouth to trail down his jaw, fingertips dancing over his clothed shoulders to his pecs, tracing the dip in his abdomen where his abs were outlined, tickling the happy trail I knew hid beneath his shirt just above his v-line. He shivered, swallowing thickly as his pupils dilated slightly, shoulders quivering. “Kinda makes me wonder if you taste just as sweet.”

A deep groan left him at those words, his expression morphing from desire to panic as I moved away and released his hand. “W-Wha—(Y/N), wait!” I giggled and took off running, his thumping footsteps proceeding after me only a few seconds later. I dashed between the trees and over bushes, leaping over small rock ledges to get a boost. I hid behind a large tree and covered my mouth, holding back soft giggles. The closer he grew to me, the more my heart raced, my cheeks flushed.

“(Y/N)…” His voice was a bit deeper, huskier, the grin easy to pick out from his lifted tone. “Don’t make me find you.” I snickered softly, cutting myself off with a sharp inhale, praying he didn’t hear me. His footsteps had gone quiet, and I dared to peek my head around the right side of the tree.

“Found you.”

I squealed as his arms enveloped my waist from behind, lifting me into the air. Our laughter mingled as he spun me in circles, the absolute delight shared between us light and gentle. Settling down, I turned in his arms as my feet met the grass, hands on his biceps. His gaze softened slightly and he dipped his head down slightly, nose brushing mine.

“Can I…?” I nodded, his lips meeting mine as smooth and gentle as if I was fragile, his embrace strong but light around my waist. I hummed softly against him, my dominant hand lifting to cup his cheek. A soft sigh left his nose as we kissed and he leaned into my palm. Pressing my back against the tree, Jacob’s hands slid down to grasp at the small of my back, his hips flush to mine. The kiss ended for but a short moment, our eyes meeting slowly as we breathed in sync.

It was so soft, so sweet, so perfect—his arms cradling me, his breathe on my lips, his dark eyes swimming with absolute adoration and glee, pressed so close we could feel each other’s heart beats. I smiled so wide then, his lips curling to match mine. Our lips met again and slowly, more heat rose behind them. His teeth nipped at my bottom lip and I grinned wider, denying him entry.

He didn’t like that.

Jacob’s brows furrowed and his large fingers slid down to the curve of my ass, squeezing the flesh beneath my jeans. I gasped, enabling the male the opportunity to bury his tongue down my throat, lewd wet sounds mixed with desperate gasps and deep groans between us. My fingers on his cheek found their way to his hair, tugging at the dark locks beneath his cap. It fell to the grass as he tossed his head back, returning to me only to lather my neck in open-mouthed kisses and nips.

Arching my back, my hands found his shoulders and tugged him closer, my legs raising to wrap around his waist. Jacob’s hands moved to cup the back of my thighs, hoisting me higher up the tree til he rested on his knees and my legs were over his shoulders. I bit my lip, my (H/C) disheveled and falling from its (ponytail/bun/headband), my (S/C) skin flushed and my heart racing. Jacob gazed up at me with a sweet smile and soft eyes, pressing a kiss to my hip just beneath the hem of my shirt.

“Are you sure you want to do this, (Y/N)?” He asked, concern swimming in those deliciously dark pools of his.

“It’s always you. Only ever been you.” Swallowing thickly he tugged the hem of my jeans and panties down, pressing chaste open-mouthed kisses to my bare thighs whilst my clothes rested around my knees over his head.

Jacob exhaled softly over my core, a loud mewl leaving me as his tongue prodded at my clit. Eyes rolling back, I bucked my hips forward as his lips enclosed around my clit, tongue flicking the bundle of nerves with fervor. My fingers threaded through his hair and I tugged hard, sweet high-pitched moans and stammered whimpers the only encouragement he needed.

Jacob’s tongue moved down and pressed into my hole, greedily slurping at the slick already presenting itself between my thighs. I crossed my ankles and bucked my hips more, his groans of satisfaction stimulating me further. My moans became squeaking whines and I felt the ball building in my stomach tremble.

“J-Jacob, ah—! P-Please!” His eyes flicked up to meet mine, taking in my expression of ecstasy. A deep groan from him muffled against my pussy was more than enough to throw me over the edge, a soft cry muffled by my hand against my lips the only sound other than Jacob’s slurping. My thighs quivered against his shoulders, my eyes rolled back as the high slowly relaxed. Jacob lowered me to the ground carefully, fixing my clothes back in place and wiping his face on his shirt.

“You’re beautiful.” He mumbled, smiling at me so innocently lovedrunk you wouldn’t have thought he’d been doing something so sinfully intimate to me. His arms enveloped me, pulling me against his chest and his nose burying itself in my hair. I curled my arm around his neck and pressed a kiss to his cheek, gazing up at him with pure love and joy.

“You’re handsome. And all mine.” I replied, earning a soft chuckle from the goofy jock.

“All yours, angel.”

[dreamqueenkala]

JOKESTER

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WARNINGS: Mentions of Alcohol; Making-Out; Oral(Male Receiving); Biting/Marking; Teasing; Submissive!Dylan; Anal Penetration; Unprotected Sex

Male Reader x Dylan Lenivy

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Another night to be spent around the firepit and I was already dreading it. It'd been a long fucking day at camp. As the security counselor, it was my job to protect the kids from potential harm, including each other. Unfortunately, kids their age fought. A lot. That meant bruises and scratches in places I wouldn't typically get them unless attempting to restrain a kid throwing a fit over crayons during art with Abigail.

I had a massive headache, there were fresh bandages wrapped around my right bicep and a small patch on my cheek, a bruise was forming around the left side of my rib cage and my back fucking ached. I was exhausted. All I wanted to do was go to sleep a little early since the kids were on the island with Chris Hackett and Nurse Kelly for a 'survival' task. I was so grateful for one day off. Just one.

And then Emma found me outside the pool house, having just taken a fresh shower. She cornered me near the entrance with the full intent to guilt trip me into spending time with her. She did this often, and I unfortunately adored her preppy outgoing self. She was like the little sister I never had.

However, she forgot to mention hanging out with her meant hanging out with everyone else tonight. More specifically, hanging out with my crush. Yup. That's right. I had a crush on one of the counselors. Surprising? I know. Never thought I'd see the day I liked someone.

But this wasn't just a crush either. I was desperately in love with the guy. His soft chocolate locks, his doe brown eyes and and his dorky half smile. His stupid jokes and his stupidly brilliant mind. Those hard abs, long legs, and wide, athletic hips. All it took was a smile my way for me to melt like putty. I wanted him. I adored him. And damn did he make me fucking horny.

What? I can't help it. I've got needs and they just so happen to revolve around one guy in particular. His name is Dylan Lenivy, and he is the quirkiest, sweetest, funniest and smartest guy I've ever met. It was only month two, and we'd made it a habit of hanging out all together one way or another every week. We hadn't done something together this week just yet but it seemed that was to change tonight.

With a groan, I changed into a pair of black sweats, my boots and a baby blue v-neck short sleeve, ruffling my (h/c) locks lightly. I yawned slightly as I exited the cabin I shared with Jacob, moving towards the firepit. Nick, Ryan, Emma and Kaitlyn were already there chatting and stoking the flames. I sat beside Emma, my closest friend here, and she smiled at me.

Turning to face me, she grinned, showing off her pearly white teeth. "So."

I quirked a brow, my voice hoarse with fatigue as I replied. "So...?"

"You gonna fuck him?" I choked on my spit and smacked her arm, eliciting a giggle of glee from the blonde. "Oh come on! The sexual tension between you two is practically howling."

"Yeah, dude, Dylan's got his legs spread for you." Kaitlyn chipped in from the other side of the fire near Ryan.

"Fucking shit, shut up, good God." I groaned, covering my face with my palms.

"Hey, man, literally all of us can see it." Nick piped up, grinning playfully. "Shoot your shot, mate."

I groaned and tossed my head back, my (e/c) eyes catching sight of three figures walking towards the firepit, the largest of the three carrying a huge wine cooler. Jacob grinned as he joined us, followed shortly by Dylan and Abi carrying snacks.

"Yo dudes! Got the beer!" He cheered, and we joined in as he handed out bottles. I gratefully accepted a bottle, popping the cap with my key ring and tipping it back.

"Oh my god, I needed that." I grunted with a sigh of relief, cracking my neck as I rested the bottle against my knee. My head still throbbed slightly but it had already begun to grow numb, replaced by the soft buzzing of the alcohol in my system. Sitting up straight, I gazed around the group, watching everyone shuffle into place. Jacob took the spot on Emma's other side, Abi next to him followed by Nick, then Ryan, Kaitlyn and Dylan. Now with everyone present, we settled for mostly idle chatter and jokes.

It'd been about an hour since we'd started and I was feeling plenty buzzed, which made me very bold. I giggled at something Emma said, completely oblivious to the doe-like brown eyes watching me from across the fire, a small grin on the owners face. Emma clapped her hands, drawing everyone's attention to her.

"Alright! Now that we're all at least somewhat intoxicated, let's get to some party games, yeah?" She hummed, smiling with delight at the cheers she received. Kaitlyn and Emma shared a look and a grin, the former taking the wine cooler and setting it between the open area of the circle, an empty bottle laid on top.

"Spin the bottle? Really?" Ryan didn't seem to like the idea, scoffing at the implied party game. "Yeah, I'll sit this one out."

"Party pooper." Kaitlyn pouted, but nonetheless the game began. It went around the circle twice before myself, Dylan or Emma received a turn. The bottle, now spun by Jacob, landed on me. I smiled and offered the big teddy-bear of a guy a hug before spinning the bottle myself. It spun round four times before coming to a stop, my gaze following its neck til my (e/c) eyes met brown. My breathe caught in my throat and I had to bite my lip to hide a smile.

"Dylan! Kiss the man already!" Emma encouraged, urging the brunette to stand. He did so hesitantly, moving to sit beside me on the edge of the log. He smiled, though it was awkward, that same half-smile he did when he was nervous that absolutely drove me nuts.

"Hi."

"Hi." I cooed softly, setting my beer down in the grass. His doe eyes gazed at me so shyly, so innocently, I felt my heart skip a beat. His cheeks were slightly flushed, whether from embarrassment or the alcohol, I couldn't tell. His tongue swiped over his lower lip, my eyes following the movement with hitched breathes. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but he didn't get the chance. A soft gasp left him as my lips met his abruptly, my hand caressing his hip lightly as I drew him in. I tuned out the cheers and the catcalls thrown our way, solely focused on the boy in front of me.

His fingers curled into my shirt as I coiled my arms around his waist, guiding him into my lap. His fingers moved up to thread into my hair, tugging at the soft (h/c) strands lightly. My tongue pressed against his, caressing it so gently as my teeth gnawed at his lower lip. My thumbs pressed into his thighs lightly, guiding him forward over my lap. A sharp groan left me and we parted, a thin string of saliva linking us together.

Panting, I gazed up at the flushed boy in my lap, smiling affectionately. Glancing around the group, I stood up, hoisting the male into my arms with general ease. "Goodnight you freakzoids!" I called over my shoulder, ignoring their laughter as Dylan clung to me. His arms were coiled around my neck and he was gazing up at me in both awe and surprise, anxiety bubbling in our bellies.

"I adore you, Dyl." He perked up at that as I carried him to my cabin, carefully opening the door before setting him down. "I mean it. I adore your smile and your stupid jokes and how smart you are. I adore seeing you laugh and seeing you smile when someone makes you happy, even in the smallest way." As I spoke, I crept towards the tall boy with adoration and lust in my eyes, pinning him to the bunk. He swallowed thickly, gazing down at me slightly due to the small height difference. His pupils were blown and his breathing staggered, his fingers twitching as he reached up to cup my face in his hands.

"(N/N)..."

"I adore everything about you, Dylan. I adore you." I hadn't realized I was crying until I sniffled, burying my face in one of his palms. His grasp drew me closer and he pressed a sweet kiss to my temple, nuzzling my nose with his.

"I adore you, too, (Y/N)." His lips met mine again, this time more fervently, aggressively. His lips sucked on my tongue, eliciting a sharp groan from me. My hands caressed his body, tugging at his shirt and lifting it over his head. My shirt followed, tossed across the cabin til morning. His hands caressed my pecs and abs, tracing the bruises on my rib cage lightly. "I'm sorry." He murmured, leaning in to pepper kisses over the yellowing flesh. I gasped and hummed, tugging him up by the back of his neck to kiss him again. My fingers traced down his bare torso and tugged lightly at his shorts dragging them along with his boxers down to his knees.

I pushed him to lay down on the low bunk, clambering over him. I kissed his jaw and guided kisses down his torso, breathing hot against his erection. It twitched and throbbed slightly at the cool air, a soft whimper leaving his lips. I gazed up at him with a smile, extending my tongue and caressing the head of his cock lightly. Dylan gasped and his hips bucked involuntarily, his fingers digging into the bedsheets.

"F-Fuck, (Y/N)!" I grinned, suckling at the head as my cheeks hollowed and my fingers caressed his base. My eyes fell closed as I took him slowly deeper, my nose brushing his pubes lightly as he bottomed out down my throat. I could hear him whimpering and mewling, the sound muffled by the hand he'd placed over his mouth. His hips twitched and shuddered, resisting the urge to buck against my face. I continued to suck him off for a short while, toying with him before I pulled away.

Panting, he gazed down at me with slightly teary brown eyes, gripping the pillow his head rested on. "(Y/N) please." He murmured. I leaned forward to kiss him, my fingers kneading the flesh of his ass. "N-No, you don't have to..."

"I need to prep you, Dyl."

"N-No, I mean...I've a-already done that." I paused, leaning back to gaze down at him with surprise, finding his shy expression absolutely adorable. Chuckling, I peppered light kisses to his cheeks and nose, slipping my sweats and boxers down slowly. His breathing hitched slightly as my bulbous tip pressed against his ass, his eyes widening at the sight. "Y-You're big."

I snorted softly, mouthing at his pulse point along his throat lightly, rubbing the head around his rim. "I'll be gentle." After he nodded, I pressed my hips ever so gently against his own. The head slipped past his entrance and elicited a short cry from the thinner boy. I gritted my teeth and nipped at his pulse point lightly, sinking deeper til I was buried about halfway. Dylan's arms coiled around my shoulders, hugging me close as he trembled beneath me, his toes curled and his knees bent. I gave him a moment to breathe and relax, settling for just enjoying the soft mewl he made everytime I kissed or nipped at his throat and collarbone.

"So beautiful." I mumbled, punctuating the compliment with a thrust of my hips. Dylan gasped, back arching slightly as I continued to roll my hips, cradling him close with my face buried in his neck. "Mine. All mine."

"Y-Yours, (Y/N). I love you." I smiled and leaned back, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before doing so. I shifted his legs so they were wrapped around my waist, pressing myself ever deeper into him.

"I love you, too." Dylan screamed as I bucked forward, the head of my cock hitting his prostate right off the bat. His nails dug into my back and shoulders, raking harsh pink lines down my (s/c) skin that elicited hisses of pleasure from me. I leaned back, sitting upright for a better angle as I railed him into the bunk, the frame creaking oddly with each rock.

"F-Fuck, you're so tight, Dyl. My baby." The brunette mewled and keened at my words, reaching up to cup my face and drag me back down for another kiss. This one was messy, wet and desperate, teeth clashing as he sucked on my tongue and nibbled at my lip.

"P-Please, f-fuck, please!" He repeated this demand like a mantra, a sign he was growing ever closer. I reached down and grasped his cock in my hand, stroking him gently in time with my thrusts. His lips parted and he cried out, hips bucking and body shuddering as his chest heaved, thick spurts of sticky white warmth coating my fist and dripping over his abdomen. I thrusted a few more times as he clamped around me, bursting inside him as I sucked a mark into his throat. We both shuddered, clinging to each other for a long moment, then he chuckled softly.

"That's one way to ask me out." I snorted and kissed his cheek, reaching under my bunk for the towel i used to shower earlier on.

"Yeah yeah, shut up and let me clean you, babe." I loved this man more than anything, especially when he laughed and smiled so brightly. Dylan was my boyfriend, my love, my light.

My little jokester.

[dreamqueenkala]

Debating if I should do a pack dynamics/Omegaverse AU for The Quarry. Thoughts?

[dreamqueenkala]

COLLAR

(SECRET P.2)

Part 1

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WARNINGS: Oral(Female Receiving); Face-Riding; Biting/Marking; Bottom!Max; Collaring; Choking; Submissive!Max; Dirtytalk/Degradation/Praise; Unprotected Sex; Dom!Reader; Edging; Cuffing; Impregnation; Light Angst with a happy ending

Female Reader X Max Brinly

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Its been three months since I left Hackett’s Quarry, and I was very slowly recovering from the trauma I gained that summer. My therapy sessions took place twice a month, and though they helped a little, I still found myself curling up and shying away from social situations. I found a job two months ago at a local cafe in town, along with a cheap apartment. It wasn’t hard to mask my feelings in public as it’s something I’ve done all my life, so I got by just fine.

After this past August, the other counselors and I took our own paths. Ryan and Jacob, like myself, decided against college, instead joining me in town. The two were roommates a few blocks away, and surprisingly they’d grown pretty close. Almost like surrogate brothers, they got along quite well. The group kept in touch through a groupchat, and I often saw the two send videos of each other in silly situations.

Dylan and Ryan, though they currently lived in different states, finally got together last month. Dylan became a really close friend of mine and we spent a lot of time FaceTiming. The brunette was head over heels for the mysteriously brooding individual, and the goofy smile he always had on his face during our calls when Ryan was mentioned made my heart both flutter excitedly and clench with shame.

I hadn’t heard from Laura and Max in a long while. Shortly after the sun had risen that next day, Max and Laura had reunited at the lodge. Clinging to each other, they’d muttered sweet ‘I love you’s and shared chaste kisses. Neither of them had spared me a glance, and after the events mere hours before between myself and the red headed male, my heart couldn’t stand the sight. So I left.

Neither of them had reached out to me, and I returned the favor. It was as if I no longer existed. I could see their Instagram posts of each other, sharing smiles and kisses in various places, cuddling or laughing, anything and everything they could together. It killed me to see it, so at one point I’d removed them from my feed. I didn’t want to know how happy they were together, not after everything we’d been through.

It was now late November, and I currently sat in Ryan and Jacob’s kitchen. Ryan, as per usual, was on the phone with Dylan, whom was currently in North Dakota packing to visit his boyfriend for thanksgiving. Jacob, however, was standing across the kitchen island from me, scrolling through his Instagram as we lightly chatted. His eyes lit up and he grinned, pausing the discussion for a second.

“You unfollowed Laura and Max, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, you know how bad it hurt to see them together after…” The ravenette shot me a sympathetic smile, thumbs tapping away at his screen.

“You should reach out to him.”

“No.” I immediately shook my head, toying with the fruit on my plate he’d given me. “Nu uh. Nope. I’m not giving myself false hope.”

“Hey, you never know! Things could work out for you two.” Jacob huffed, pouting at me with those puppy dog eyes of his. I rolled my own (E/C) eyes and shoved a strawberry in my mouth.

“Yeah, how’d that go with Emma?” He rolled his own eyes now, turning his phone screen to face me.

“You should call him.”

Curiosity getting the best of me, my eyes scanned his texts. My fork clattered to my plate as I read through the messages between Jacob and Max, lips parted and eyes wide.

TODAY

Max: Laura and I broke up. (11:36)

Jacob: Dude, for real? How’d she find out??? (11:38)

Max: She already knew. (11:39)

Max: Apparently I wasn’t very subtle. (11:39)

Jacob: No shit, I can see that. She’s not subtle either. (11:41)

Max: I don’t know what to do. I miss her. (11:45)

Jacob: Do you love her? (11:45)

Max: … (11:46)

Max: Yeah. (11:53)

Jacob: She’s at my place rn. She still loves you. (11:55)

Max: Rn? (12:01)

Max: She won’t even talk to me. (12:05)

Jacob: She thinks it’ll give her false hope. (12:05)

Max: Wtf?? False hope? (12:06)

Max: I literally fucked her in that treehouse, how tf is that false hope?? (12:07)

Jacob: Show her, dude. Idk what else to tell you. (12:11)

Max: Address? (12:17)

Jacob: Location Sent (12:19)

Max: OMW (12:23)

I blinked and tilted my head up to gaze at the cuddly jock, his smirk making my face flush. “You invited him, here!?”

“Nope. Gave him your address.” I stumbled onto my feet, fumbling for my keys as the male laughed behind me. “Hurry home! That was ten minutes ago!”

I dashed outside and into my car, turning the key to start the engine. My heart was racing and my skin was flushed, my mind running a thousand thoughts a second. I could vaguely feel the ghost of his lips on my neck, his hands on my hips, hear those deep growls he’d released—

A soft moan left my lips as I sped home at least ten miles above the speed limit. My apartment wasn’t far, I could only hope I’d get there before Max did. My fingers tapped at the wheel, my eyes alert but somehow unfocused, my thighs growing damp. If this was anything like what I was hoping, maybe Jacob would be right. Maybe I did need to just try.

Pulling into my apartment complex, I could barely see a familiar head of auburn locks stand from the open door of his car. I honked and he jumped, green eyes locking with my (E/C) ones as his head whipped around to face me. What was only mere seconds felt like an eternity, our eyes locked and our lips parted. I quickly sped past his car and parked next to him, slamming the breaks. The keys jangled in my hands as I slipped out of my car, the male already standing by my door. Inches apart, breathes mingling, we gazed at each other with wide, desperate eyes.

“(Y/N)…” His voice was hoarse and a bit deeper than I remembered, his hair a little longer and his height a few inches taller than he used to be.

“M-Max…” His eyes lit up and his hands cupped my face, thumbs caressing the skin under my eyes. I tilted my head and nuzzled his dominant palm, hands coming up to grasp his shirt. His breathes became shaky and his lips spread in a wobbly smile, forehead pressing to mine.

“God, I missed you.” He murmured, nose brushing mine and hands pulling me just a bit closer. “So, so much, (Y/N).”

“I missed you, too, Max. Every day. So much it hurt.” I whimpered, tears trickling from my eyes. The male brushed them away with his lips, kissing my cheeks and embracing me against his chest. “W-What happen—“

“Laura broke up with me. I wasn’t subtle about how I felt about you.” He explained, arms trembling as he held me close. “She’s not mad, she just wants us happy. I felt so shitty for it but I-I didn’t—“

“I love you.”

Max fell silent immediately, and I could hear his heart skip a beat. I squeezed his waist tightly and tilted my head up, pressing a sweet kiss to his neck.

“Say it again.”

“I love you, Max. I love you. I love you.” I murmured repeatedly, his breathes slowly calming and his tremors growing still. His body relaxed around me and I smiled at the happy laughter that spilled from his lips.

“I love you, too.” Leaning back, I gazed up at him with wide (E/C) eyes, his own green hues swimming with adoration.

“You’ve got a lot of time to make up for, Mister.” I huffed playfully, his grin widening. “Kiss me, dumbass.”

He did exactly that, his lips molded to mine and his hands in my soft (H/C) locks. Max held me as close as he could, his hips pressing me back against the door of my car. His teeth clashed with mine, tongue swirling between us, soft moans and whimpers leaving our lips. My hands slipped under his green sweater, nails clawing into his back. His brows furrowed and he groaned against my lips, rolling his hips forward against mine.

“Fuck—I need you, (Y/N).” He mumbled against my lips, both of us panting heavily.

“For good?”

“Always.”

Max followed me up the steps to my apartment, pressing me against the door the moment we stepped inside. I moaned as he peppered my throat with kisses and light nibbles, nose brushing my sleeve to the side. He chuckled as his tongue traced over the indents he’d left months ago, the bite having been deep enough to scar. Biting my lip, I shoved him away, locking my front door. He gazed at me with wide eyes, watching my tongue as it swiped over my lower lip, a glare on my face.

“You got to fuck me last time. Now it’s my turn, Max.” He swallowed, curling his fingers against his jeans as the tent in his pants grew a bit tighter. I pressed a hand to his chest, guiding him backwards til his knees hit my sofa. He fell on his ass, gazing up at me with subtle submission. “Stay.”

I darted down the hall to my bedroom, digging through the box under my bed. I withdrew two leather objects and a set of metal cuffs, hiding them behind my back. Returning to the living room, I grinned with satisfaction to find the male still sitting on the sofa, though his hands were down his pants. Growling, I made my way behind him and grasped his throat, pulling his head back to look at me. Max gasped and met my gaze with wide, lustful green eyes, his pupils blown.

“Did I tell you to touch yourself?” I purred, watching his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed. He shook his head and I squeezed his neck, a sharp whine leaving his lips. “Words.”

“N-No.”

“So you’re just a greedy little slut, then, aren’t you?” His cheeks flushed and his eyelids fluttered, cock twitching beneath his jeans at those words. “Thats my job, Max. Not yours.” I tilted his head forward and strapped the collar around his neck, leash attached. He reached up to touch it and I smacked his hand away, moving around the sofa to stand between his legs.

“Strip.” I demanded, already tugging at my own jeans and shirt. His eyes raked over my body as I moved to unclip my bra, dropping it to the floor. “Strip, Max.” Tugging on the leash, I repeated my demand, another sharp whine leaving his lips as the collar squeezed his throat lightly. Finally, the ginger obeyed, slipping his shirt over his head and tossing it to the side, followed by his jeans and his boxers. “Good boy.” He keened slightly, leaning into the palm I placed on his cheek as his eyes fluttered shut.

Forcing him to lay on his back along the sofa, I slipped my panties down and straddled his face, gazing down at him between my breasts. My soft (H/C) framed my face, my (E/C) darkened with my desire as my dripping cunt hovered over his face. “You better make me cum, Max, or I won’t let you cum. Do you understand?”

He whined, nipping at my thigh whilst his hands squeezed my hips, his eyes narrowed with challenge. “That’s not fair.” Gasping softly, I reached behind me and squeezed his cock in my hand, the ginger bucked his hips with a sharp cry.

“Fair?” I growled, his eyes widening at the dark tone of voice I possessed. “Fair!? What’s not fair is fucking me and leaving me dry, Max.” I snapped, reaching for the cuffs I’d dropped. I grasped his wrists in my hands and pinned them above his head, clicking the metal around his wrists. “You want fair? I’ll give you fair. You can’t touch me or yourself til you make me cum.”

“(Y/N)—!”

I silenced him with my hips, slamming my dripping cunt down over his lips. He moaned at the taste, tongue lapping at my thighs and nose brushing my clit immediately. His green eyes latched onto my own (E/C) hues, watching my face as he began to eat me out obediently. I leaned back whilst holding his hands above him with one hand, the other grasping his cock and stroking the length of it.

His body trembled at my touch, a sharp whine escaping his throat. Dropping his hands in favor of fisting the leash, I yanked hard. He choked slightly, cock throbbing in my hand and his toes curling from the pleasure. His tongue moved faster against my folds, wet slurping sounds coming from him as Max’s desperation to devour me began to take control. I moaned and rolled my hips, eyes fluttering shut as he ate me out.

“Just like that. Such a good boy, Max. Good little slut.” He moaned against my pussy, fingers clenching and unclenching as I stroked his cock. I rolled my hips faster, painting his face with my slick whilst my hand squeezed the base of his cock. His brows furrowed and he tilted his head back to breathe, yelping softly.

“F-Fuck!” He gasped, bucking his hips, the tip beading with precum and turning a deep red from the pressure. “Babe, please—“ I squeezed his cock again and he cried out, arching his back and writhing beneath me. He reached up with his cuffed hands and grasped my hips, trying to move me away.

“Hurts, huh? That’s how it felt for three months without you.” I hissed, feeling slightly bitter as I grasped his hair and forced his head down. “Make. Me. Cum.” He winced but the way his cock throbbed when I manhandled him that way made me grin, his tongue immediately returning to my clit. A soft sigh of relief left me and I licked my lips, stroking his hair and cheek lightly. “Good boy, Max. Such a beautiful man, you look so good beneath me.” His brows furrowed again and his eyes, now glazed with tears of both pleasure and pain, gazed up at me lovingly. His hands dropped from my legs, resting above his head voluntarily. Biting my lip, I whimpered and tossed my head back, his lips suckling at my clit sending me over the edge.

“Max!” I mewled, bucking my hips as my vision flashed white and I painted his face with my cum. He moaned and swiped his tongue over my cunt hungrily, obscene wet sounds and slurping emanating from him as he devoured my high. Panting, I released his cock, the appendage throbbing desperately and on the brink of release.

Slowly guiding my shaking legs off of him, I gazed over his cum soaked face, blissed out expression, teary eyes and heaving chest. Biting my lip, I leaned down and kissed him softly, our lips moving slowly as he woke from his daze. “So good for me, Max. So beautiful covered in my cum.” I mumbled, licking his cheek clean of my own fluid. Max keened slightly, nuzzling my cheek sweetly as he smiled.

“Please…” He mumbled hoarsely, bucking his hips into the cold air, cock brushing against my ass. I smiled and released his hands from the cuffs, watching him rub his raw wrists lightly.

“Let me fuck you Max.” I hummed, lifting my hips over his cock. He let his hands rest on my hips, sitting up slightly as I tugged at the leash. His lips met mine softly, his hands caressing my sides gently as I slipped the head of his cock inside me. A deep guttural groan left him, muffled by my tongue down his throat. His cock slipped deeper inside me til my clit brushed his pubes, our hips flush together. His fingers kneaded at the soft flesh of my thighs, hands trembling as he held me in place for a moment.

Max parted from the kiss long enough to breathe, wincing slightly. “F-Fuck…I-I think I’m gonna cum already.” He hissed, eying the spot between us where our bodies were joined together. I smiled and brushed his hair from his eyes, cradling his face against my voluptuous breasts as I lifted my hips. “A-Ah, shit—!” My hips slammed down hard on his dick, his body jolting and his hands digging into my flesh harshly. I nipped and sucked at the skin beneath his left ear, rolling my hips slowly and clamping down every time my clit brushed his abdomen. He winced and groaned, biting into the mark he’d left months prior as he throbbed.

I gasped as he came, my insides flooded with his warm release and his eyes screwed shut as they dripped with tears. Biting my lip, I stilled my hips and pressed chaste kisses to his cheeks, licking his tears away as he had done to me earlier. His arms slid up to embrace me, holding me close as he rolled us onto our sides. My back to the back of the sofa, his head nestled between my breasts, we both breathed in unison. My fingers threaded through his hair and his thumbs drew patterns along my spine, legs tangled and cock still buried inside me.

“I love you, (Y/N).” Max mumbled, peering up at me with adoration and pure, unfiltered joy in his green orbs, the sweetest smile on his freckled face. I smiled and bent my neck to kiss him lovingly, the sweetest giggle leaving my lips.

“I love you, too, Max. You’re a dork.” He snorted and nipped at my breasts playfully, eliciting another round of bountiful giggles from me.

“Your dork.”

“Always.”

…

“Can I take the collar off now?”

“Not a chance.”

[dreamqueenkala]

NEEDY

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WARNINGS: Breeding Kink/Impregnation; Biting; Oral (Female receiving); Unprotected sex; Werewolf Aftereffects; Instinct; Pet Names; Marking

Female Reader x Dylan Lenivy

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(Y/N) (S/N), knowing her boyfriend would be waiting for her, rushed up the steps to her apartment, fumbling with her keys in the lock. The metal jangled in her hand as the knob twisted and the sage green door swung open. Her vans tapped on the wood floor as she made her way inside, clicking the door shut and locking it once more behind her.

"Dylan?" She hummed out, drawing a heavy strand of her (H/C) locks behind her left ear, her deep (E/C) eyes flickering around the empty living room curiously. She bit her lip lightly, rubbing at the soft spot below her jugular, marked with a series of indents differently shaped but similar in size. Hooking her purse and keys on the key rack beside the door, the girl made her way deeper into the oddly cool apartment.

"Dyl?" Her voice was soft, a murmur compared to the pitter patter outside the apartment, her hair and clothes faintly damp from the rain that'd picked up the moment she'd stepped out of her car. She was tired, cold, stressed, and desperately missing the comfort her boyfriend often provided her when work was too much to handle. She shivered slightly as she slipped her shoes off by the shoe rack in the hallway, peeking into the kitchen. Empty.

"Dylan, babe, c'mon..." Her breathes became slightly more labored as she peered around the vastly empty and dark apartment. After the events of the previous summer, just a mere 4 months ago, (Y/N) had found herself feeling far more anxious in the dark and silent space. Her fingers tugged at her crème sweater sleeves, trying to warm herself back up slightly. Peering into the living room with eyes darting left and right, she tensed as she felt a presence come up behind her. Spinning on her heel she yelped, stumbling over her own feet and beginning to fall.

A familiar grasp formed around her wrist and hoisted her back up, her free hand splaying over the warm, taut, scarred skin of her boyfriends bare chest. He gazed down at her with glowing amber eyes, his brown locks damp and disheveled and the fingers of his left hand curled around her hip under her sweater.

"Dylan! Holy shit, you scared me!" (Y/N) huffed, smacking his bare chest lightly with her free hand and earning a chuckle from the male.

"Sorry babe. Just got out of the shower." Dylan Lenivy hummed, nuzzling his face into the exposed skin of her neck, his lips caressing the indents he'd blessed her skin with. "Long day, pup?"

Her breathing relaxed and she grunted in reply, tilting her head to the side so he had better access. Her free hand coiled over his shoulder, tracing the lines of his back muscles as water still trickled over his skin, her left hand still caught in his right. "Yeah. Assholes over the counter don't know how to read a damn sign." He hummed in acknowledgment, sliding his right hand up the back of her sweater with a soft grumble in his chest.

"Dylan?"

"Yeah, pup?"

Her fingers traced over his neck and across his jawline, thumbing at his bottom lip lightly. He leaned back and gazed down at her, his doe-like brown eyes clouded with gold. "You're needy today, aren't you. Full moon?"

He shook his head, opening his mouth as her thumb dipped in to trace the tip of his tongue. "Missed you." He mumbled, pulling her hips flush against his. Even with such baggy sweats she could tell he was decently sized. He wasn't even fully hard, but the outline pressed against her hip still twitched at her caress. (Y/N) grinned and stood on her toes to press a quick kiss to his lips, pulling away before he could respond.

"Cuddles?" He shook his head, guiding her forward as he backed down the hall towards their bedroom.

"I need you, pup." He murmured in her ear, peppering her neck with light kisses as she slipped into the room. "Please."

As he slipped behind her to shut the door, she pressed her ass back against his crotch, smiling shyly at the soft growl she received in response. "Yes Alpha."

Dylan groaned, his fingers tugging at the hem of her sweater. "Mine. My pup. Good boy for my pup." He whimpered incoherently into her hair, tugging her sweater up and over her head quickly. His hands fell over her shoulders, cupping her heavy breasts and squeezing lightly. (Y/N)’s mouth opened in a soft gasp, her fingers already tugging at her jeans.

The button made a soft clicking sound as the article fell in a heap to the floor, her fingers reaching back to squeeze his thighs. She could still feel the nail marks she'd left in his skin nights prior, and was, for once, grateful he didn't heal as rapidly as he used to. His fingers slipped behind her to unclasp her bra, giving her a gentle push. (Y/N) stumbled forward and bent over the bed, knees bent as she clambered atop the mattress. Clad in only her blue cotton panties the (S/C) girl rolled onto her back, watching as her boyfriend slowly clambered onto the bed, his eyes glowing so brightly they could practically cast their own light.

His dorky nature was by far the sweetest thing about him, but when his wolf took control, he became a sweet hearted dominant beast, eager to please his mate. Dipping his head, he nibbled at her thigh, grinning as her lips let a soft mewl of pleasure escape. His fingers dipped into her hips, one hand slipping down and pressing against the rapidly growing dampness in her panties.

"Mine. Smell so good. My pup." He mumbled, nuzzling his nose into the wet fabric. "I love you. My baby. My girl. My pup." (Y/N)’s heart swelled at his sweet words, knowing they were true if even his wolf could mutter them to her. She reached down and slipped a hand into his hair, tugging lightly. Amber clashed with deep (E/C) and her (freckled/clear) cheeks darkened with a rush of heat.

"Devour me, Dylan. Please." He growled in response and slipped her underwear to the side, his tongue immediately finding and flicking her clit. She tossed her head back with a yelp and curled her toes, her nails digging into his scalp. "Shit, yes, Alpha." His growls grew deeper as his tongue flicked and sucked at her clit, two of his fingers already buried knuckle-deep in her slick hole. Pressing deeper with every thrust of his fingers, his free hand reached down to tug his sweats down his hips.

(Y/N)’s eyes raked over the beautiful view of her boyfriends rippling back muscles and the swell of his now bare ass, her teeth gnawing at her lip til it bled. The moment the crimson fluid broke the surface Dylan fell still, eyes flicking up to lock onto her plump lips. He drew his head away, licking his fingers clean as he loomed over her, chest heaving and cock throbbing.

As Dylan took his time gazing over her flushed face and bleeding lip, the (S/C) girls eyes trailed down his torso, ogling the thick appendage that'd been hidden beneath his lazy trousers moments prior. The head was thick and a bright red, precum dribbling from the slit and dripping over her thigh. The base was slightly girthier than the rest, another permanent aftereffect of his werewolf infection four months prior, and the length of it held a couple of bulging veins—an indication as to just how hard he was for her.

"Wanna breed you." He stated suddenly, and her eyes snapped up to meet his, but they were closed. His teeth were gritted and his slightly clawed fingers dug into the bed sheets, damn near tearing them. "Wanna stuff you full til your bulging with my pups. Mine. My girl, my love."

(Y/N) reached up and caressed his cheek, his amber-toned eyes snapping open to gaze down at her with such love and adoration barely hidden behind the lust he felt that she couldn't help the smile that graced her face. "Do it. I'm always going to be yours, Dylan. Give me your pups, babe. My Alpha." His breathe caught in his throat and he almost whimpered. "I love you, too, Dylan. Make me pregnant."

In seconds, Dylan had hiked her legs up to her chest, her knees bent over his shoulders and his cock prodding between her thighs. "I love you." He murmured between the kisses he peppered over her face, one of his hands on her hip, the other curling it's fingers through one of hers. "So much. My girl. So beautiful. So brave. So kind. Perfect mama." (Y/N) heart swelled with each whimper he let out, and a sharp moan of absolute euphoria rippled from her vocal cords as his hips pressed flush against her own.

Rapid but gentle thrusts Dylan led, his face buried in her breasts as they bounced with his movements, teeth lazily nipping at the soft mounds. Her left hand raised up above her head and gripped her pillow, his name a mantra on her tongue. “Dylan! Dyl, Dylan, fuck! Dylan, my alpha! My baby, my love. S-Shit! So perfect. Dylan!"

His thrusts grew heavier, the sharp slapping of skin and loud gasps and moans filling the room like an erotic symphony. Dylan's head raised and his lips pressed against her own, tongue lapping at the speckles of blood along her bottom lip as her cunt clenched around his cock with each push in. So close. (Y/N) thought, just barely, her brain a jumble of incoherent speech and babbles of praise.

As if he could smell and almost taste her approaching orgasm, Dylan stretched his legs out, draping his powerful frame over the (H/C) woman beneath him. His thrusts became more animalistic, powered by his love for her and his desire to give her children. His teeth nibbled at her lip as he drew away, canines leaving little indents in the bruised and swollen flesh. He smiled down at her with teary lovestruck golden hues and buried his face in her neck, teeth clamping over the mark he renewed every intimate night.

"Dylan!!" She cried, feeling the knot in her belly snap, her juices coating his hips and cock as he pumped in and out of her with more vigor, his pattern growing sloppy. She mewled and arched her back, clamping down on his length.

With a deep guttural growl, the brunettes hips faltered and pressed flush against her own, two slow but heavy strokes in, then he burst. Warmth coated her insides, a sensation similar to the warmth he'd left in her heart every time he smiled at her.

Their bodies relaxed and the male slumped over his girlfriend, hugging her close as his teeth gently unlatched from her shoulder. Dylan lapped at the wound gently to clean it, another sign of his undying affection for her as his fingers caressed the bruises he'd likely left on her thigh and hip. "I love you." He murmured on repeat, pressing chaste kisses to her cheek and neck and breasts, watching her for signs of discomfort.

With a hum of tired delight, (Y/N) opened her eyes and smiled up at Dylan, pressing a sweet, slow kiss to his lips and caressing the side of his face. "I love you, too, Dylan. And our future babies." He flushed with a cheeky grin and she giggled, curling into his chest as he lay on his side. With his hands tracing little circles on her back, both of them slowly drifted off in each other's arms.

Though the girl would never admit it, but she loved when Dylan got needy.