#Nick furcillo x m!reader

[emylonline]

The Quarry Masterlist

Jacob Custos

-Fluff

-Smut

Nick Furcillo

-Fluff

-Smut

Ryan Erzahler

-Fluff

-Smut

Dylan Lenivy

-Fluff

-Smut

Max Brinly

-Fluff

-Smut

[montysstuffs]

Anything you can do, I can do better

Nick X M!Reader! 💕💕

Requested: HI YOUR HCS ABT NICK LITERALLY HAS ME DROOLING ON MY KNEES?? can i perhaps get nick and a male(or just fem if ur uncomfy) reader who's just huge rivals with nick, always acting like a dick who teases the fuck out of him. but one day nick calls him something devious while teasing him back like "pretty boy" and reader is like ?!?!?!,!,!,!!,,@+?? REALLY FLUSTERED AND SUDDENLY THEIR WHOLE DEMEANOR DROPS, LEAVING THEM AWKWARD AND STAMMERIJG MESS. nick ABSOLUTELY takes advantage of this. nsfw preferred BUT BUT BUT ITS OKAY IF NOT. drooling begging crying Warnings: Oral (m receiving of course), name calling (slut, baby boy, baby), a bit of degrading, dacryphilia, orgasm denial. NICK IS KINDA MEAN IN THIS ONE! Summary: Nick is an insecure because you stole his friends. Word Count: 1.9k AN: AU where there aren’t any werewolves. Only for plot purposes of course. This is a bit of a long one. I do hope you like it. I love rivals to lovers but it’s my first time writing it. I was literally so excited! I hope you like it! I was kinda dipping my toe in this one, if you would like it more smutty, I will TOTALLY WRITE A CONTINUATION!!!! 💕 also, srry about the shit quality gif 😫😫 if there are a few mistakes, I also apologize about that!!!

There’s was a pride that swelled in you that was only brought upon by beating your rival. Anything he could do, you could do better. And you’ve proved it time and time again. If Nick excelled in academics, guess who wasn’t very far behind. Better yet, always on par with him. Even outshined. Of course it was you. Not that there was any competition. To you, at least, it wasn’t. You just couldn’t help it. You were just naturally better. All of the petty little things started to take a toll on Nick.

But Hackett’s Quarry was his escape. No one knew him there. No one to compare himself to, and no expectations. Just good ole summer fun with kids and maybe some new friends.

Unpacking was sure as hell a pain in the ass. And so was the car ride to the campsite. It felt great to just get out and stretch your arms and legs. You hadn’t even gotten comfortable on the bed yet when you overhear a familiar voice outside the door. “Yeah, I don’t think I’ll have the cabin to myself. Though I’m pretty sure we’ve met all of the other counselor-“ his thought was cut short when he opened the door. His smile faltered a bit before entering the cabin with Jacob. “Of course,” Nick threw with bag onto his bed on the other side of the room. Leaving with nothing more to say.

Jacob could’ve sworn he was exaggerating. They way you flittered about with the children was amazing. Showing them the natural flora and fauna of the surrounding are came with ease. Definitely a plus if there was anything poisonous. This was strike one. You were out making a place with his newfound friends while he was stuck in a godforsaken, hot as hell kitchen.

You were helping out everywhere you could. Patching up children in the nurses station with Kaitlin. Doing damage control after a spooky campfire story with Dylan and Ryan. Nothing less than a saint. Unbeknownst to them, you were teasing Nick after each and every praise. “Oh god, thank you! What would be do without you, (y/n)?” You threw a smile at Nick over their shoulder. To them it was a sweet one, but Nick knew all too well, “oh, I’m not sure. Why don’t we ask Nick?”

Strike two was settling into his bones. Resting there and making him weary. Not dreadfully weary, but weary that he’d do something unorthodox. But not now. He still had his patience in tact. And you knew that.

When the last bus of kids left, you took a sigh of relief. Those kids were very cute, but you could go the rest of the year without them. So when Dylan suggested a bonfire party, you agreed the notion. One last hurrah before going back to the city.

Jacob and Emma return with a gun, to kaitlyn’s displeasure, but he made a point to announce their true prize. Jacob clears his throat ceremoniously before stating, “We bring you a hand-picked selection of only the finest that Hackett’s Quarry has to offer….”

Nick grabs the bag in astonishment before they simultaneously burst into song.

“Pop pop, peanut butter butter pops! Pop pop, pop ‘em in your mouth! Pop!”

You stand there with a handful of firewood. Eyes seemingly wandering over Nick as he dancing is excitement. His large, veiny hands gripping the bag of pops made you wonder what they felt like around your hips. How

“What absolute dorks,” Abigail breaks your train of thought. You chuckle at the comment and nod in agreement, “for sure. Maybe just a bit too happy.” Abi quirked an eyebrow in your direction, “you wanna have a go at getting the peanut butter what’s-it’s too?”

“Yeah, I think I do.”

Once Jacob, Nick, and kaitlyn all had their turns. You ask for a turn, to which kaitlyn doesnt turn down. Nick, in turn, gives you a dirty look.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

“Shooting my shot,” you throw a wink at the boy.

“Smooth,” Ryan interjects for the first time, pretty much all night.

You bow to your left and right, “thank you. thank you. I’m here all night.”

And before the night was over, you had taken out every single shot without breaking a sweat. Securing your place as champion, once again.

“Looks like those peanut butter whatever’s are mine.”

“You only want them, because I do”

“That’s not true,” giving him those puppy dog eyes you so meticulously learned throughout your entire life.

“You think you can just waltz right into here, steal my friends with those doe eyes, pretty boy?”

The guilt began to set it. This wasn’t fun anymore. But it was too late. Far too late. Nick was unleashing every thought he had ever had about you and you couldn’t handle it, “-and ya know what? I should’ve fucked that pretty little mouth the day I saw it. I knew you were gonna haunt me.”

“W-what?”

Hearing your voice crack and your words skip, he smirks. Seizing his moment to get you exactly where he wants. “Are you stalking me, gorgeous? I can’t stop thinkin about you,” before you know it, he has successfully backed you into the side of a tree. “You’re even in my fucking dreams.”

And he was in yours. But you’d never admit to that. “It’s simple,” you swallow thickly, “anything you can do, I can do better. And you can’t handle it.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah.”

There it was again, that signature smirk that would make anyone swoon. The one that made your jeans tighten ever so slightly.

“Then prove it.”

“Haven’t I don’t that our entire life?”

Strike three. No holding back.

“Mmmm there’s that mouth again. How about you put it to actual good use.”

His lips are inching closer to yours. So close, you can smell subtle pine mixed with the sweat being outside all day. That same hand you were thinking about slowly moving closer to your neck. Once his fingers were wound, that was it. “Kiss me,” was all the permission you needed. The kiss was hungry yet fulfilling. Both of you sighing and humming into the kiss in content, but it wasn’t enough. A grin escapes his lips as you thread your fingers through his hair. Gently pulling at the auburn locks. But this is a game for two. He places his thigh between your legs. Earning a small whimper from you as he grinds his leg up your clothed erection.

Nick placed open-mouth kisses along your jaw, down your neck. There, he makes his mark. His claim on you. You let out a louder moan, unable to hold back the result of the ecstasy you’ve been chasing after unintentionally. He sunk his canines into the supple flesh of your neck. Making sure to place a soothing lick there after he was satisfied with it. You were bound to him now. Your fingernails clawing at the bark of the sturdy tree. He makes quick work of your tshirt. The cold air with biting at your nipples. Making them stand at attention. Nick was exposing more of the soft, sweet body he had sought after. He laughs to himself, making you cover your body. Tucking your hands away into the opposite arm pit. “No baby, don’t hide from me. Not like I hadn’t seen it before.” Nick began pressing kisses along your chest. Making sure to nip at the skin here and there. Staking his claim over and over. He kisses lower and lower. Your body was already overheating. You weren’t sure you could take more of the embarrassment. “But this is different.” Before you could say more, he was already up and towering over you, once again. His face mere inches from yours once again.

He hisses in a low, hushed tone, “Should’ve thought about that before being rude to me. Now, on your knees, baby boy. Make me proud.” His hair hung low in his eyes now. His hooded, lust filled eyes. The same ones that held such a hatred for you all those years, were now on you in such an intimate way.

Every fiber of your being was telling you to fight back. Say a smart-ass comment. Do something. All to be ignored by your body. Sitting on your bare knees in the middle of the woods with your crush. Waiting to do anything he asks of you.

“Such an obedient slut.”

It was getting darker. The worry easing from you, realizing that no one could see you. The clinking of a belt ripped you out of your thoughts. There stood Nick in all his glory. His pants around his ankles and his shirt in between his teeth. Not like you haven’t seen him before either. But again, this time it was different. His thick cock slapped against his lower stomach. Leaving a splotch of sticky liquid there. The scene was almost too much for you. Not that you hadn’t imagined his cock. I’m fact, it was better than imagined. But where did all your courage go?

“No no, don’t look away, baby.”

His thumb and index finger cradle your chin. Forcing you to look up at him. “Open,” was the only command that he needed to utter to his pretty baby. He could now see the charm in those doe eyes. He gets why everyone fall for them, as he slips the tip of his cock past your plush lips. The salty liquid making your tongue and cheeks salivate. Nick humming in approval. Your body can’t deny what it wants. “That’s it baby. You can take it can’t you? A cock hungry slut like you can take me all the way can’t you?” You hollow your cheeks in response, bobbing ever so slightly. The insults sending what felt like electric shocks throughout your body. Never had you wanted to remove an article of clothing so bad before right now. He noticed your ever growing bulge and smirks. “You like that, slut? Like being degraded? Look at you, pathetically on your knees. Tell daddy his cock tastes good.”

A heat touches your cheeks in shame. Pulling away, you hiss back. “Is that the only word you know? I thought you were dumb, but the least you could do is give a decent insult.”

He was cracking that exterior. He could feel it. Before tonight was over, you would be all him. “You don’t mean that, baby. I know what you really mean,” he taps his cock on your lips. Your mouth slightly opening to give him your tongue, stubbornly. “I think what you meant to say was, ‘fuck my face daddy Nick’ right? I’ll happily oblige.” Your eyes widen in shock as he pushes your head down onto his shaft. Instinctively, you stroke whatever you can’t fit in your mouth. It isn’t too long until he is bucking his hips into your mouth. Letting out long streams of “shit” and “fuck” until tears fell down your cheeks. Eye contact never breaking between the two of you. A pang one his heart told him to ask were you okay. Until he saw the wet spot on your shorts. Attempting to run your thighs together for friction.

“Say you’re sorry and I’ll let you cum.

You mouth apologies around his cock. Desperate for your own release. Not being able to get friction anywhere.

“Good good. Say ‘I’m sorry daddy.’” Nick mocked you once more and you obeyed.

Nick gave one final thrust into your mouth before spilling his cum. Coating your throat in his sticky release. Once he was spent, he smirked to himself. Pulling out of your mouth with a small ‘pop.’

“I-I didn’t get to cum, yet.”

“I lied. I don’t reward bad behavior, crybaby. Maybe next time I’ll let you cum, if you’re a good boy.”

TBC? 👀👀👀

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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—”

[alisblackgf]

Hey-

I don’t know your policy on requesting but I’ve been getting super into the quarry recently and the fics you’ve been writing about the counsellors are LITERALLY THE BEST OMGGG

Could I possible request like dorky first kiss headcannons or cuddle headcannons for all of the counsellors?? Pretty basic but I honestly just want to hug them all and give them a kiss, THEYRE ALL SO PRETTY AHHHHH

yes ofc HERE YOU GO!!

pairing(s): abigail blyg x reader; nick furcillo x reader; emma mountebank x reader; jacob custos x reader; ryan erzahler x reader; dylan lenivy x reader; kaitlyn ka x reader; max brinly x reader; laura kearney x gn!reader (separate)

trigger warnings: none <3 only fluff (yay!)

summary: you share your first kiss with the camp counselors!!!

taglist: @hardcore0simp @sweet-daisies @tywrites @walkingus @boggoswife @bennzzo @yawagucci @fallingwings26 @rainbows-dreams @dylanlenievy @aspendvd @bloodverz @sugxrbxbyqueen @wolfsquad @laracrof7s @raeluvserzahler @aaetherr69 @jjkk1m @zomworlds @elliesbeautifulwife

(if you applied to the taglist but your @ isn’t there, i sincerely apologize, your @ wasn’t working)

(to apply, click here!)

abi b.    (the artist!)

pre-kiss story: you and abi were outside, enjoying the scenery and taking in the scent of nature. you two had gotten into a relationship with each other about three weeks ago, but haven’t had your first kiss yet. you just assumed abi wasn’t ready, so you just didn’t bring it up at all. you were up, moving around and ranting about your day while abi was sitting on a log, drawing in her sketchbook and listening attentively. she’d been drawing multiple sketches of you, smiling at each one of them. you noticed her smiling at her sketches, and you walked over to her and sat beside her, asking what she was smiling about. she showed you and described how perfect of a muse you were. her eyes kept darting from your eyes to your lips, as if she were debating whether or not to go for it, and that’s when it happened.

she hesitantly inched closer to your face

she’s very nervous + excited

she’s nervous because she doesn’t think she’s kissing well enough

but she’s excited because it’s her very first kiss with you!!

you know that squeal she does when she sees the baby hog?

yeah she definitely did that same squeal after the kiss when she was alone she’s such a cutie pie :(

the kiss is delicate

she rests her hand on yours for sure

when you pull away, she has this sort of shocked smile on her face

she rests her head on your shoulder while you both stare at the sunset

nick f.    (the nerd!)

pre-kiss story: one of the campers in nick’s group had asked him if he was dating you. his eyes immediately widened and asked the kid who they had heard it from. the camper shrugged in response and repeated the question. nick sighed and said yes, and then his whole group started chiming in. they didn’t believe him, since they’d never seen you two hug or kiss each other. it was true you hadn’t kissed before, since you guys had just gotten together yesterday. the kids demanded proof, practically pushing him over to you. he pleaded and begged for mercy, but to no avail. they’d successfully shoved him to you and weren’t leaving until they saw the kiss. nick tapped on your shoulder and you turned to him. upon seeing his campers behind him, you asked what the occasion was. he whispered what was going on in your ear and you smiled. and that’s when it happened.

okay let me start by saying he got suuuper shy when telling you what the kids wanted

when he saw your soft smile he could’ve sworn his heart stopped

the kiss lasted a little longer than a peck

you rested your hands on his face

he rested his hands on your waist

the kiss was gentle

when you pulled away, you planted a quick kiss on his cheek

he turned back to his campers, who were all staring at him with wide eyes

he wasn’t entirely focused on them, he was thinking about the kiss over and over

definitely asked you for another in his free time

emma m.    (the influencer!)

pre-kiss story: you and emma had been dating a little before applying to be camp counselors at hackett’s quarry. you both expressed how you weren’t ready for your first kiss yet, and patiently waited until the right moment. during the summer, you were ready to kiss emma, but didn’t want to tell her in case she still wasn’t ready. unsurprisingly, nobody noticed you two were dating. you guys weren’t as touchy with each other like most couples would be, but it’s just because all the affection is in private. at the end of summer, when everyone was playing truth or dare, neither of you participated in any kissing dares out of respect for the other. after the game, you two decided to go swimming near the dock. you guys played in the water, splashing each other occasionally. but then you had a deep conversation and emma got lost in your eyes. and that’s when it happened.

the kiss was long, not that you cared

the kiss was 100% passionate

your hands made their way to her waist

her arms slung over your shoulders (unless you’re shorter than her, in that case it’d be the other way around)

when she pulled away, you stared in each other’s eyes

she admired you so much

after looking at you, she kissed your water soaked face over and over

you laughed at her sudden affection 

you two kept playing in the water, becoming more energized by the second

when you two were done swimming, you held hands while walking back to the lodge

jacob c.    (the jock!)

pre-kiss story: he was crushing on you for the entirety of summer, and it was very very obvious. you caught on, but didn’t want to risk being rejected in case he didn’t have any feelings for you and only admired you as a friend. your friendship was chaotic and nick teased him endlessly about you. whenever you came around, nick would make kissing sounds, much to jacob’s embarrassment. he invited you to take a walk with him around the camp and you accepted. while walking, you’d talked about a lot of things. you didn’t expect him to be so sweet. he asked what your life goals were, what you were truly interested in, stuff he hadn’t asked you when he was previously getting to know you. you happily answered, asking some questions of your own. you two fell silent after a bit before jacob asked if you were ready for a relationship. and that’s when it happened.

you definitely answered his question, one second you’re beside him, the next you’re kissing him

he pulled you closer to him (if that’s even possible) and held you in the gentlest way

he definitely smiled into the kiss im 2000% sure

when you pulled away he had the most shocked expression

he’s so excited and giddy he almost did a victory dance

immediately asked if you wanted to be his s/o 

he is literally so smitten and head over heels

the kiss was soft + a little energetic

holds your hand for the rest of the walk

brags as soon as you get to the lodge

ryan e.    (the loner!)

pre-kiss story: you two were the quiet counselors, compared to everyone else, that is. you guys kept to yourselves, not very interested in social interaction. until you mentioned you had interest in the paranormal. ryan was briefly shocked, as he didn’t expect someone to match his interests. this drew him to you. you guys became quick friends and he developed a crush on you, and vice versa. each day he’d walk over and sit next to you, offering one of his earbuds and you accepted every time, like today. the same voices filling your ear everyday were getting annoying, but if it made ryan happy, you’d tough it out. he gave a deep sigh, and you turned to him, asking if he was okay. he let it all out, telling you that he had a giant crush on you. he told you he didn’t expect you to reciprocate his feelings. you put your hand on his, and that’s when it happened.

if you hadn’t initiated it, it probably wouldn’t have happened (not because he didn’t want it to happen, but because he would’ve been too shy)

the kiss was slow + affectionate (you had to change positions to make it more comfortable)

when you pull away, he looks at you for a couple seconds, looks down and smiles to himself

he doesn’t know what to do or say after

his heart is like racing

waits a bit before asking if you would like to be his s/o

if you hold his hand after he’ll melt 100%

would love to be all touchy but he’s too shy to ask/initiate it so he’s down for just spending time with you

if you rest your head on his shoulder he’ll stop breathing for a couple of seconds and freeze before finally easing up at the sudden contact

he’s still processing what happened give him some time (RYAN I LOVE YOU)

dylan l.    (the class clown!)

pre-kiss story: you two were not supposed to here. you somehow convinced nick to give you the keys to the kitchen at 4 am. dylan kept telling you that the fear of getting caught was part of the fun. you guys decided to bake a cake. he had invited you to come with him to do something with him so he could cherish the memory, as you two had just started dating. you had to contain your laughter or else you’d somehow wake the whole camp. needless to say, you guys made a huge mess. flour was everywhere, the cleaning that lied ahead was going to suck. dylan told you not to worry about it, and to enjoy the moment. you sighed and shook your head at his care-free nature. after the cake was done, you’d decided there needed to be frosting too. when you decide to open a container of frosting and put it on the cake, dylan scoops a little bit of frosting on his finger and rubs it on his lips. he comes up with a great idea in which he grabs your attention, daring you to kiss it off. and that’s when it happened.

he did not expect you to actually do it, but he isn’t opposed

the kiss was playful + quick, not much to it

when you pulled away, he had a dorky grin on his face

he’s definitely gonna cherish this for sure

although it wasn’t an extravagant first kiss, he was so so happy

hugs you immediately after (he is extremely in love)

teases you about it even though he’s the one smiling like an idiot

says stuff like “i knew you always wanted to kiss me”

you gave him the confidence to do more couple stuff with you

like asking you to feed him the cake (which you do, and he compliments your baking skills)

kaitlyn k.    (the leader!)

pre-kiss story: you had the most obvious crush on kaitlyn, it was so obvious that she knew before anyone else did. she also had a crush on you, just not nearly as obvious. you weren’t embarrassed, though. you went out of your way to compliment her and impress her, to which she’d give a sarcastic response. her words didn’t match her feelings at all, as she was very happy about it. recalling the times you showed off for her and only her, the times you complimented her smile, the times you’d say the most corny pick-up lines, only for her. this time, you took her to the shooting range, telling her if you hit the target with the shotgun, she’d have to give you a kiss. she was shocked at the proposal, but agreed nonetheless. you took your shot but missed. she gave another sarcastic remark, but upon seeing your genuinely upset face, she took matters into her own hands. and that’s when it happened.

you didn’t have to initiate this one!

she would probably say “there, you happy?” after 

knowing good and well she was happy too

tries so hard not to smile but fails badly

the kiss was quick, but nice!!

she watches your face light up and her heart skips a beat

pretends she was only doing it for you even though she’s literally in love

asks you if you wanted to ask her on a date next (she’s literally praying that you say yes)

at this point you know she feels the same way

i feel like she’d call you names (idiot/dumbass) out of pure love and she’d make sure you know she wasn’t serious if it gets to you

max b.    (mr. witty!)

pre-kiss story: you and max were a fresh couple, and a couple days in you had let max rant to you, but you didn’t know he had so many insecurities. you were glad he wanted to confide in you, but you did not expect this. he hated how dependent and helpless he was. he felt like a burden to people, especially you. he despised how awkward he could be. he thought you wouldn’t like someone like him, and how you should try and find someone better. he kept rambling on and on and you couldn’t believe your ears. yes, he was awkward at times but you loved it. everything he hated himself for, you loved. no matter what, you loved every flaw of him, because that’s what made him max. you stared at him in disbelief as he listed things he hated about himself. you had no idea where this was coming from, he probably bottled all of it up. you spoke his name softly, he kept talking. you spoke it a little louder, he still kept ranting. you gave up on words, and tried something different. and that’s when it happened.

you can trust that he does not say anything afterwards

he’s staring at you with the same disbelief you expressed before

the kiss wasn’t long or short, kinda in the middle and it was very gentle

if you say you love him right after he pulls you into a tight embrace

cuddle with him, stroke his hair, and tell him how great he is and he’ll literally plan your wedding

he is so grateful for you

when you reassure him he gets all warm and fuzzy inside

he still feels like he doesn’t deserve you

he wonders how he got so lucky with you

he gets like really quiet and touchy its adorable

laura k.    (the fighter!)

pre-kiss story: you had scraped your arm after a hard fall and had to go see laura in the nurse’s office again. upon seeing your arrival, she gave a faux groan of annoyance. you laughed at her reaction. you guys have been trying to get a kiss in all summer, being a new couple and all. every time you tried, though, you’d get interrupted by injured campers, or just troublesome campers. sometimes both. you’d get a good laugh out of it, but it really sucked. you wondered if laura was as bothered by this as you were, because you really wanted to kiss her. she teased you about your injury while tending to it with care. once she was finished patching you up, she packed up all the first aid supplies and starting speaking in a low, flirty tone. no one else was around so you could finally have your kiss, or so you thought. when she was inches away from your face, dylan barged in, playfully demanding a band-aid. she opened the first aid kit, grabbed a band-aid, and threw it towards him. she told him to get out, as you two were having a moment. dylan scurries out the door, and she turns to you. and that’s when it happened.

the kiss is long (and overdue)

the kiss was a little rough and impatient

when she pulls away she exclaims, “finally!”

she’s so happy and explains to you how she’s been wanting that to happen for so long

you guys might even kiss again from how happy you are

she has a lollipop jar and lets you pick one

she wants you to stay but as another injured camper comes in, you have to leave

she thinks about the kiss for a loooong while

she does not hesitate to tell anyone else to buzz off when she wants a kiss from you anymore

you definitely make up excuses to visit her in the nurse’s office for more kisses

i heart them. every single one of them

[dreamqueenkala]

KINKTOBER 2022

I’ve never done this before, but I know it’s pretty popular and I’m interested in giving it a shot, so bare with me.

18+ Adult Content below the cut. Viewer discretion advised.

ALL CLAIMS WILL BE WITH A FEMALE READER UNLESS SPECIFIED(Or I decide a male reader fits better lol).

I’m debuting the expansion of my requests list—I now accept requests for the following;

The Quarry

Brinly, Max

Custos, Jacob

Erzahler, Ryan

Furcillo, Nick

Lenivy, Dylan

Stranger Things

Byers, Jonathan

Hargrove, Billy

Harrington, Steve

Munson, Eddie

THIS CLAIM LIST IS OFFICIALLY COMPLETED. SEE YOU IN OCTOBER!

All you have to do is send me an ask with your preferred character and the day of choice. You can also submit that ask with any prompts you’d like me to use—please only choose a maximum of 2 prompts at a time—they can come from any prompt list anywhere so long as the author/original poster allows it. Once a day has been claimed, it cannot be claimed by any other character. Due to the fact my list is so small—EACH CHARACTER IS LIMITED TO 3 TOTAL DAYS. The first and final days (1 October; 31 October) will remain MY CHOICE. If there are some unfilled but no characters available, you readers will have until 29 September to send me free reign asks to fill those spaces. If they are not filled by 11:59 PM 29 September, I will fill them myself.

The list will be below.

Day i. || Piercings/Tattoos || MY CHOICE—Harrington, Steve(M)

Day ii. || Praise || CLAIMED—Lenivy, Dylan

Day iii. || Collaring || CLAIMED—Custos, Jacob(M)

Day iv. || Face Fucking || CLAIMED—Custos, Jacob

Day v. || Hair Pulling || CLAIMED—Brinly, Max

Day vi. || Sensory Deprivation || CLAIMED—Erzahler, Ryan

Day vii. || Spanking || CLAIMED—Hargrove, Billy

Day viii. || Dominant Reader || CLAIMED—Brinly, Max

Day ix. || Toys || CLAIMED—Harrington, Steve

Day x. || Edging || CLAIMED—Erzahler, Ryan(M)

Day xi. || Breeding/Creaming || CLAIMED—Lenivy, Dylan

Day xii. || Pet Names || CLAIMED—Harrington, Steve

Day xiii. || Body Worship || CLAIMED—Brinly, Max

Day xiv. || Cuffing || CLAIMED—Munson, Eddie(M)

Day xv. || Degradation || CLAIMED—Hargrove, Billy

Day xvi. || In Public || CLAIMED—Lenivy, Dylan

Day xvii. || Cockwarming || CLAIMED—Furcillo, Nick

Day xviii. || Lap Dance || CLAIMED—Erzahler, Ryan

Day xix. || Jealousy || CLAIMED—Munson, Eddie(M)

Day xx. || Overstimulation || CLAIMED—Munson, Eddie

Day xxi. || Video || CLAIMED—Byers, Jonathan

Day xxii. || Masturbation || CLAIMED—Furcillo, Nick

Day xxiii. || Threesome || CLAIMED—Byers, Jonathan & Munson, Eddie

Day xxiv. || Honey/Syrup/Ice || CLAIMED—Hargrove, Billy

Day xxv. || Biting/Marking || CLAIMED—Furcillo, Nick

Day xxvi. || Sexting/FaceTime || CLAIMED—Lenivy, Dylan(M)

Day xxvii. || Shower Sex || CLAIMED—Hargrove, Billy

Day xxviii. || Thigh Fucking || CLAIMED—Harrington, Steve(M)

Day xxix. || Wall Fucking || CLAIMED—Byers, Jonathan

Day xxx. || Confined Space || CLAIMED—Custos, Jacob

Day xxxi. || Taboo || MY CHOICE—Brinly, Max(M)

[saintsstranger]

Wild Child | N.F. (The Quarry) - Chapter Five

Summary: How do you hide your feelings? You don't run

Nick Furcillo x Female!Reader (no use of y/n)

Warnings: Bugs, Insects, and Cursing (I'm not great at tagging). Reader is an entomologist expert of camp.

Chapters: Prologue, Chapter One, Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine

hide and seek your feelings

After your shared schedule with Laura, who was hellbent on teasing you. And Max was none the wiser, who was on it with his girlfriend. You’d almost scream at them to stop because the kids might hear, and when kids have leverage on you, they’d do anything to make you quiver in fear.

You were slightly getting worried your secret might slip, and to avoid it you must do everything in your power to avoid Nick today. To show Laura and Max that you weren’t attached to the hip with him, and you were a strong independent lady.

And didn’t you swear that this was the first step of trying to stop your feelings from developing further? That's what you would do, right?

And it’s only just 10 AM. You can handle it, you’re a big girl after all.

Deciding to distract yourself from the heartbreak, you would occupy yourself with your job and your growing collection of insects.

Your schedule was already packed to the brim, only lunchtime would be the exception. And you had already planned to find that wasp nest, not to endanger anyone else. As much as you love studying insects, you try to stay away from studying the Vespidae family, you weren’t trained or learned much about them aside from the textbook knowledge. You would just warn Mr. Hackett, and possibly make signs to avoid that area. After you find it. 

“And Ladybirds pretend to play dead to avoid predators.” You said in a happy tone, followed by awe in amazement. Holding one tiny ladybird in your hand and giving it to one of the children who was expectantly waiting for you to hand it to him.  

When you heard footsteps, you turned around to face Emma. You were done teaching Emma's campers for the day.

“Hey!” Her energetic energy radiated off of you, the campers excitedly greeted their cabin counselor. “Someone is looking for you.” 

“Who? Nick?” You asked, standing up from your squatting position. Groaning as it hit you, that you were severely out of shape and element. You didn’t even notice you blurted out his name, and here you were vowing to yourself that you’d be the one to avoid him.

You just can’t help it.

With her eyebrows, raised and smiling at you. “Sadly, but nope, it was Jacob. Also, I like your outfit today. You better hook me up with your connections.” Linking your arms together walking side-by-side. Not realizing that she was supporting your weight.

“What did he want?” You asked, the children walked ahead in front of the both of you.

“You tell me, he said you called for him earlier and never got to finish what you said. What was that?” Emma asked. 

Racking your brains for the answers, you remember he was supposed to take the dinner duty dishes, and you had forgotten to tell him. You groaned.

“It’s about dinner duty.” 

“But I thought you banned him from stepping foot in there?”

“Trying things for a change.”

“Hmm… weird. But okay.”

It wasn’t weird, you wanted to defend but you didn’t want to talk too much and expose what you’d been hiding earlier. 

“Where is he?” You said as the view of the camp lodge came into view. 

“In there. Probably in the main dining hall with your boyfriend, they were just done playing dodgeball with Dylan and Kaitlyn’s group.” Emma pointed out. Inwardly groaning, you were trying to avoid Nick at all costs. And it seemed like it was set in stone that fate wanted to play with you. It almost slipped your mind that Emma had teased you about your relationship with Nick. 

“He’s not, my– Fine.” You said, dropping Emma’s arm to march towards the doors of the camp lodge. You had faced bigger evil before, like rocks and the incline in Shady Glide, mosquitoes during nighttime, asshole you would rather not name and the little devil spawns. This was just a small obstacle.

Opening the double doors with a large push, rattling the door frame. You’d spooked most of the children with how angry you looked, scanning towards the crowd and spotting Jacob who was lounging on the chair, laidback. Kaitlyn and Dylan were also there, resting.

“You.” You called out to him, the room went silent and in your peripheral view, you saw Nick bringing out a tray of juice towards the tired campers. 

When Jacob realized you were pointing at him, he tried to subtly hide behind the backs of the children, which made them laugh. 

“Outside now.” Tapping your feet impatiently, you tried to avoid making eye contact with Nick who looked so adorable in his apron, trying to gauge the situation before him. “Don’t make me come there and drag you.” 

Jacob stood up, holding his hands in defeat. “Okay, okay, okay! I’m here.”

Walking outside the camp lodge, the door closed with a loud bang. Jacob held his hand out in front of him, as if he was taming a wild beast.

“Stop that.” You scolded him. Slowly his hands went to his sides.

“What?! I didn’t do anything wrong did I? I swore we are not the ones who put white paint under your cabin door.” He defended. Dropping the folded arms in front of you he flinched, you stepped back.

“You’re the one who pranked us?” You asked, and he avoided your gaze, scratching his neck like a nervous tick.

“What? I totally didn’t say that.” 

“That’s beside the point. You are now unbanned from the kitchen.”

“Unbanned? What did I do?”

“I need to do something important.”

“Something important… more important than spending your time with lover boy?”

“Why does everyone think that’s a bad thing? We’re grown-ups who don’t need to spend every passing minute with each other. God! How many times do I have to repeat that? We are just friends!” 

You screamed, not realizing that on the other side the whole campers were listening. You heard ‘oohh's’ and ‘burn’. 

Fuck. The whole group of campers heard that, and the other counselor inside as well. Now you really screwed up, the beautiful friendship, now flushed in the drain. You closed your eyes shut and exhaled. Jacob looking at you, waiting for you to burst like a bomb in anger. 

“That’s all.” You forced a smile, a smile too tight that Jacob knew it was forced. 

“Okay. Sorry.” He muttered, opening the door to walk back inside. You remain standing outside, you just need to catch your breath, and then you’d be fine. The door of the camp lodge opened, you expected the worst, thinking it was Nick. You’d hate to see him sad; you weren’t prepared for that. 

Except it wasn’t Nick, it was the other tallest counselor in Hackett’s Quarry. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath and that you had stared at him a little too angry looking, that he almost walked back and never came out.

“I’m just heading out, to the radio hut. Gonna make announcements since it’s lunch time.” He said walking slowly and pointing at the watch in his arm. 

“No need to tell me.” You claimed to lean towards the wooden railings.

“Oh, then a piece of advice from someone great. You two are very much alike. Trust me.” It was vague. You didn’t know what he was talking about. No clue. nada.

“Who?” You spoke.

“You’ll soon understand.” He softly said. Even with Dylan’s odd humor, he had a sense of wiseness. Realizing he was serious and had no hint of a joke coming out.

“Okay.” You nodded, he held out his fist for you to bump into which you did. 

Halfway down the stairs, he turned around: “Also, you don’t look scary when you’re mad. Just saying. I don’t know what Jacob sees but you're like this when angry.”  

Imitating a facial expression, you couldn’t comprehend when he scrunched his eyebrows together and held out his arms near his face to imitate cat claws.

“Like a cat.” He said laughing, you flipped him off. And started to run after him, but Dylan was too fast for you to catch up. So, you let him go.

You’d already have a tight schedule of looking for that wasp's nest. Even if you were tired and hungry, it’s better to avoid Nick entirely. 

Walking past campers who waved hello to you and Abigail, who smiled and stopped to ask where you were going. 

“Hey, lunch’s this way.” Abigail reminded you. But you shook your head ‘no’.

“Trynna find that nasty ‘bugger’ of an insect called wasps. It’s dangerous for kids to play with it.” You told her and she nodded.

“Funny, you’re also using Nick’s slang.” She said, and you just nodded. “Also, I think, I heard buzzing by Rocky Road earlier. You think it’s a little bit that way?” 

“Great tip! Thanks, Abi!” You said, heading towards the inclined and rocky pathway. 

You spent thirty minutes or so looking for it. In fact, you almost wondered whether it was just a trick of Abi’s imagination that she heard a buzz. Yet it remained far too quiet for you, you tried to tone out the laughter of children and to look towards the other areas. You were out of shape, and the trip of going up and down some inclines, trying to spot whether you can see a nest was slowly making you tired. You almost wished you had lunch instead.

You sat down for a minute, closing your eyes to listen to the breeze of nature. You see Hackett’s Quarry also had its quirks, something you wouldn’t admit out loud. That you were starting to like it here. It wasn’t like the life you lived, one filled with disco lights, loud music, and drinks in hand. This felt peaceful, and unchaotic, unlike you at all.

When you heard a scream near the outskirts of Shady Glade. The screams were slowly going down as if those who had shouted had been running. A loud splash alerted your senses. Someone was drowning.

Quickly running down towards the noise, you never went so fast to run and help the person in trouble. Jumping from rock to rock, just to make yourself go faster. Seeing the outline of the lake, you took off the cardigan you wore. When you see two splashing children in the lake, two heads bobbing up and down trying their best to stay afloat.

It was Jonah and his friend, Dave. You ran towards the dock and dived in. Grabbing both kids, as best as you can. You can only hear the loud splashing of water and them trying to put themselves on top of you. They were panicking, and you were starting to as well.

No. You needed a clear mind. You needed to save them. They were shouting, trying their best to shout for help, as you tried your best to drag both boys towards the shore. 

Shit. you just felt a cramp. You were severely out of shape from the running that already drained your adrenaline. 

Hearing screams, you tried your best to kick towards the dock. You felt your back hit the wooden support of the dock when someone jumped and supported you and the two boys were lifted to safety. You turn around and lift yourself up. Multiple footsteps ran toward the three of you, and you were back in the land of safety. 

You heard the two boys cough up the water they have drunk. You leaned back to catch your breath. You were safe. You saved them.

You opened your eyes to see the worried faces of Nick and Laura. His hair was wet and dripping in front of you. 

“Are you okay?” He asked, you coughed up the water and nodded.

“I’m fine. What doesn’t kill me makes me stronger.” You joked which earned a disappointed but relieved sigh from your friends. 

“Come on Mr. H is not going to like this.” Laura said as she held your shoulder to support.

“Wait, I just needed to stretch my leg a little. I think I felt a cramp in there.” You said stretching your toes. “Also please get my cardigan that was vintage.” You were half-naked and all eyes were on you. 

“Laura, you need to check on them first. I’m fine.” You reminded her and Laura turned around to pat you in the shoulder to help the kids stand up. Looking up at Nick who was far too silent since he asked his question. 

He took off the shirt that he wore and handed it to you. 

You stared at it for a second.

“Wear this first and I’ll get you your cardigan.” He said and walked away towards what was supposed to be where you ran from. You watched his toned back walk away from you, and you felt yourself blushing.

God, you were just in a life and death situation, and you were blushing because he was shirtless. You felt like a giggling schoolgirl. And he helped you, only if the work was mostly on you. He lifted you up to safety.

And here you thought you would do everything to hide your feelings, but you were moonstruck. And your heart is about to leap out from your chest, ready to unravel itself and jump into Nick’s arms.

“Oh, fuck.”

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Aqua-drowned Comfort

(Part one of Summer Escapades)

Dylan Lenivy x Male Reader

Word#: 4.4K

Synopsis: Following the silence that envelop the camp during nightfall, you had a brilliant idea of pulling Dylan (the only one awake + your favorite counselor-buddy) along to your plan of sneaking out and swimming in the lake. You didn't expect that Dylan would be in such a bad mood, so you cheered him up only for things to start getting heated.

TWs and CWs // Explicit Make-out session, Skinny Dipping, Bad Mood Dylan / Snappy Dylan, Bad Words, Reader's personality is as the same as the usual Dylan aka they're also a clown, Mentions of the campers, Other counselors are mentioned here as well, Blossoming Relationship, Friends to Lovers, Camp Crushes Mentioned, Emma and Reader are besties as well(implied), Dylan and Reader are somehow good swimmers.

A/N: A series for Dylan? Oh I couldn't have- This account was supposed to be for multiple fandoms but my Quarry imaginations has not yet burnout so.... You all have to keep up with my Dylan simp train cuz I'm like the driver of said-train. As always, please leave thoughts and stuff cuz I appreciate it alot! Oh and the hot stuff (ifykyk) would be on the part 2!

Dylan was closing up the radio hut for the night of the full moon, kids are already asleep in their cabins and other counselors are probably too. You creeped behind Dylan and tapped the tall man on the shoulder.

You felt his body jump at the sudden contact, Dylan looked back slowly and saw your face with an amused grin. “Really, dude? Shouldn't you be asleep?” he aggravates, locking the door to the radio hut before fully turning to you; a questioning look on his face, raising both his arm to his sides. “Out with it..?”

“Can't sleep, so.... how about me and you go on an adventure..? A planned one, of course.” You humbly persuaded, ignoring Dylan's unhappy tone. Your eyes wandered around the dark silent cabins and not a single peep could be heard.

Dylan raised an eyebrow at you before dryly laughing, clearly bothered by your 'plans'. “Nuh-uh, We'd both get fired definitely.” Dylan shook his head, twirling the keys to the shack in his fingers.

You looked at Dylan like he was a party pooper, that's weird, really weird. “Oh, I hear that now? Mr. H’s car is gone therefore he's not here, plus we'd only get fired if someone decides to show and tell. Come on, sneak out into the night with me, man.” Huffing as you tried to coax Dylan into carrying out a super secret mission.

“Look, dude... I have to wake up tomorrow early for my announcements. Hm... but, I'll bite, so what is this 'plan' of yours?” Dylan queried, his fingers making air quotes.

Dylan walked towards his cabin, you striding alongside him with furrowed eyebrows — getting slightly bored of Dylan. “Skinny Dipping.” you deadpanned.

Dylan looked at you with a weird expression, tripping over a rock as you let out a chuckle, catching him in the near-demise of his pretty face. “I’m going to sleep.” he gawked after thanking you for stopping his fall.

“Boo~ come on! It'll be fun, plus you seem like you're in a sour mood for some reason...” You try to convince one last time, putting on the most join-worthy face with a goofy grin.

Dylan hesitates turning on the door to his cabin and lovely bed, he looks back to you with a resigned sigh.

“Fine, BUT, I won't go full-on commando on the lake, alright?” he said, lifting a finger at you to make sure you knew he was serious; to which he rarely ever was.

A small celebratory cheer slipped out of you before you covered your mouth with your hands, looking around the place with no soul in sight to make sure no one really heard you.

“Alright, alright... I just needed someone to accompany me, that's all.. Also how'd you know I was referring to the lake, we have a pool, you know?”

“I saw a CCTV camera near the pool area, so I don't think you'd want Mr. H to see you with your dong waggling out and all.” Dylan responds, finally smiling lightly ever since the first time you approached him in the radio shack earlier. He looked at you smugly as you pulled at his hand to go down the small cabin staircase.

You gasped scandalously at Dylan's sentence before a small chuckle left your lips.

“Excuse me?! But... Fair enough, but why do you think I wouldn't want that?” you gaped with jaw drop, nodding your head in question of Dylan accusatorily, laughing lightly at the morphing of Dylan's smug face into the 'are you serious' expression.

“Don't give me that look, Mr. 'I make juice jokes about Mr. H' Lenivy.” You sassed, huffing slightly at Dylan's for-the-first-time stoic behavior.

The walk on the way to the lake was long through the dense, dark forest but Dylan kept you company and finally started to seem more like himself rather than his earlier 'Ryan-like personality'. However, you were worried at the way Dylan avoided your questions throughout the walk about his bad mood earlier. Whenever you raised that question, he managed to switch the topics to something else like an expert. It was worrying alright, you have to ask for the gossip tomorrow with Emma or get it out of him during the full-moon sneaky swim on the lake. You also brought a bag, you hid in the back of the outside of your cabin, it contained clothes, just in case your clothes or Dylan's got wet.

“Also, dude, how come you were still awake? The kids would definitely not approve of you leaving their cabins without supervision, especially not the twins.” Dylan asked, playing with the keys to the radio shack in his fingers, a relieved sigh leaving his mouth as the lake docks were visible.

“Oh my god, don't even mention them. I snuck out after putting the whiners to sleep, also, Didn't I begged you to let us switch cabins cuz my group will kill me literally before I reach a ripe age. They are devouring my sanity...” You cried, an aggrieved expression visible on your face as Dylan tried to keep himself from bursting into laughter but ultimately, failed to do so.

“Don't laugh at my suffering, you dick.” You reprimanded, clenching your fist — ready to hit this man with full force.

“Okay, okay...” He said, raising his hands up above his head in surrender.

“But sorry man, You're on your own there, my kids are not the best either but I sure as hell know that yours are a 100 percent times worse.”

“They are not! Um! The guy with the glasses, Uhm... Flinn! He's a good kid!” Scoffing at the audacity of Dylan and his ludicrous statement.

“Well, there's bound to be some good fruits among rotten ones but sorry to say, Y/N... That you have the most stinky basket of fruits.” He responds with a playful smile, but at the same time he consoled your unluckiness with his tone.

“You—! Ugh, that analogy isn't true, you know?!” You denied his words fully with a frown, his condescending grin looked very punchable right about now.

“Uh-huh, Keep telling that to yourself, it's totally bound to be factual at some point.” He sarcastically rebuked, swaying his arms as both your feet stepped on the planks of the docks, finally the cold lake breeze somehow relaxing both of you.

“Lucky Abi though, her basket of fruits has definitely the best ones.” Dylan added, taking in the breeze with a long inhale.

“I know right, Mr. H was unfair in separating them in groups, ugh.” You hissed with gritted teeth at the memory of your punishment for being late to the counselor's meeting on the first day aka he assigned the worst of the worst on you.

“Welp, we are here, Jesus christ... Let's stop talking about the brats and start swimming!” You cheered, Dylan laughing at your sheer enthusiasm and energy despite it being late at night.

You started removing pieces of clothing, starting from your top down to your underwear. As you hooked your fingers on your boxers, you stopped motions for a moment, the noticeable pair of eyes fixated on your strip tease made you freeze. “Dude, I can feel your eyes on the back of my head, some privacy.”

You looked back at Dylan with a leer, causing him to cough awkwardly before looking away. “Another man can look, it's not like you got a lot to hide anyway.” he said, rolling his eyes.

You huff out a laugh before removing your underwear completely and running toward the wooden docks’ end before diving a cannonball on the lake with a splash, a fun shout accompanying it.

“Come on, DJ! Get in here!” you said loudly, waving at him with a giddy expression.

“Yeah yeah... On my way, you... hyper-active merman..” he called out after you, going over to the edge of the dock before removing his shirt and frankly noticed your stare as your head was half-underwater with your other half plus body submerged, creating air bubbles with your mouth.

“That’s kinda creepy. Didn't you know that the bathroom waste from the island goes in there?” He explains, removing his pants before going in carefully with still his underwear on. Dylan's body shivered at the icy feeling of the water, being careful of ruining and wetting his hair.

“Gross.” you immediately straightened your body at Dylan's words of wisdom.

He chortles before swimming over to you as you were now face-to-face with the renowned DJ of the camp.

“Also, boooo! You should've removed all of it!” you jeered, giving Dylan two thumbs down to which Dylan responds with a roll of the eyes. “I told you earlier.” And now it was your turn to roll your own eyes.

“Nothing wrong with two guys fully naked on the lake, pussy.” you taunted him with a playful look, to which he gasped and dismissed with a disapproving exhale.

“Not every person is the same, you know?” he snapped, to which you furrowed your eyebrows out and looked at him in solemn apology.

“Sorry, sorry.. dude, what's up anyway? Spill, why are you upset?” you respond with both an apology and question causing Dylan to ignore the question and just nodded, “It’s fine.” he mumbled out, swimming away as your curiosity peaked at his abnormal and unusual behavior.

You grab him by the arm, causing the man's body to jolt and looking at you, confused. “No, I'm serious, Dylan. What's going on?” you said firmly, not letting this one go as you were not only curious but also extremely worried for Dylan.

“It’s nothing, just mood swings. Alright? Just let it go.” he responds, uttering it silently —barely to be heard as tried to shake your hand off of him, causing some small splashes of water

“No, you're not usually like this and mood swings are not a reason and you know it.” you were not buying his half-assed explanation as much as you wanted to mind your business, you just couldn't.

Dylan stayed silent, glancing at you hesitantly.

“Is it because... I invited you here..?” You said cautiously, your throat swallowing the horrible feeling creeping up your spine, the last thing you'd want is for Dylan to hate you. Your grip on his arm slowly loosening at the gloomy feeling. At some point, you thought all of the counselors hated you, well except Dylan who you get to make jokes and laugh with. His blasè-ness rubbing off of you as days pass by.

“No, No! God, no, it's not you.” Dylan chided, sighing in forfeit as he peeped at you in embarrassment. Dylan reached and squeezed your hand underwater.

“Just... I saw my summer crush, getting chummy with one of the other counselors.” He confessed awkwardly, his face tinting in red at what he just admitted. He bit his cheek as he waited for your much-needed response.

“Oh.” Was all you could mutter though as you released a long exhaled breath that you didn't know, you were holding.

You wanted to laugh at your earlier presumption but the air was a bit tense for you to do so. “Well, whoever they are, they're clearly missing out on a lot of things.” You said with a small chuckle scanning Dylan's face and the upper part of his torso which was visible thanks to the moonlight.

“Thanks, means a lot man.” He blurted, smiling awfully wide to himself.

You drag him by the hands harshly, surprising him and causing him to suddenly scream in the most high-pitched tone you could imagine, the sound of your loud-ass laugh echoing in the air as you pulled him towards the middle of the lake which he protested slightly before agreeing. His sulking face earlier was fully vaporized into nothing as his normal and usual goofy smile was back now.

You and Dylan were now underneath the docks, back against the wall as you both were tired from splashing and swimming around. His mood seemed to improve quickly.

So now, you are now having 1-on-1 conversation with Dylan again instead of playing around the water earlier. “So who's this summer crush?” You asked curiously, thinking of all the possibilities. Truth be told, you don't even know if Dylan likes men or women.

“Nope, not happening. What about you? I have a strong feeling that it's Mr. H~ At this point, you should ask for his number.” Dismissing the question entirely and started to tease you as he curled his eyebrows at you.

You stared at him with daggers for eyes.

“Kidding~ but I feel like if you did have a crush, Hm... Let me see... It would be Emma and like you always talk with her and— sometimes it looks more like you're his boyfriend rather than you-know-who.” Trying to expose your secret feelings harbored for one of the counselors for with his detective smarty skills.

“Emma, really? That's your take? She has a himbo for a boyfriend already.” Rolling your eyes at Dylan's take on your nonexistent love interest.

“Is that you admitting that you're a himbo? Plus nothing wrong with being interested with someone in a relationship, well, as long as you don't try and ruin it. See, forbidden love and all.” He exclaimed, a soft laugh following right after his words.

“Dick.” You croaked, ignoring his words and criticizing his terrible "cupid" know-hows.

“Love is not my fortè but..! My love detector is detecting beep beep... It say it's Emma, basically.” He finalized his answer with a smug expression, treating it as some kind of who wants to be a millionaire game. You scowl at him as he laughed to himself loudly. “You were the one who wanted to get me out of my bad mood, so now you have to deal with this dirtbag!”

“It's not Emma, or any of the counselors or anybody in general.” You certified seriously, moving closer to Dylan as your shoulder made contact with his.

“Okay, maybe now I should regret it. Like dude, you were like Ryan 2.0 but much more snappy.” you groaned out, taking a deep breath of midnight air. It was getting late.

Dylan huffed at the mention of Ryan’s name and poked you on the waist, “Mr.... Mounte... bank” He teased, trying not to cackle as he tilts his head side to side with each syllable.

Dylan looked at you with a cheeky grin as you smiled to yourself at his antics. “Oh my god, stop.” you laughed at the way he phrased it, nudging him with your elbow on the side as the atmosphere was filled with laughter as your eyes wandered upwards then the ambience suddenly came to a silent halt with Dylan and you just relaxing.

You look at the sky with a cheesy grin, “You know, what if I say something cliché, like moon's pretty but you're pret—” You stopped your words to avert your eyes to the silent guy.

Turning your head towards him — Dylan staring at you with a blank expression as if the cogs of his brain was turning. “Hello? Anybody home?” You were about to wave in his face in confusion of his stasis before you felt a sudden force shove you into the wall of the docks. “Ow—!”

As you were rammed suddenly, you felt something soft against your lips till you finally blink out of the confused state to find Dylan.

Dylan was the one who pushed you and now is kissing you with closed eyes, Dylan's hands on the side of your face as Dylan brushed out some hair strands on your forehead as he sensually kissed you.

He pulled away to look into your shocked eyes, blinking eyes.

“Sorry..” he mutters shortly, a look of embarrassment on his eyes.

You find yourself suddenly wrapping your hands around Dylan's neck and reconnecting your mouths, as Dylan shoved you into the wall impossibly further. He felt surprised, giddy and excited as his hands wandered down to your bare hips submerged in water. You were busy tasting his mouth for you to notice as your other hand moved up to his hair, despite it being drenched in water.

His lips tasted a bit weird due to the water but it didn't phase you one bit as you made out with Dylan under the shadow of the docks. A feeling of fire igniting just right below your belly as the clash of lips got more intense. Not a single word was uttered and the moonlight shining below you like a spotlight. The tension between the two of you was suffocating but the sound of water slightly splashing — drowned out the heavy mingling breaths that was drifting into the night air.

Your hand rested on the front of Dylan's underwear, he didn't seem to mind it but you kept it there just to make sure you weren't going too far.

However Dylan's frisky hands had other plans as he cupped your bare butt against the wall as his tongue started to push against the crack of your lips.

It all became a mess of saliva and tongue in just a few seconds, you couldn't pull away as does he.

Somehow Dylan manages to keep you both afloat the water.

You feel Dylan hiking your legs to wrap around his waist underwater — suddenly biting your lips when your semi-hard dick rested against his stomach.

Dylan pulled away from devouring your lips and looked at your eyes for your reaction but you tried to catch your breath first. “Wow... That was..” you exasperatedly mutter under your breath.

“Good?” he responds with a flushed face, resting his forehead against yours as you both tried to catch your breaths from the abrupt yet intense make-out session that you and Dylan definitely didn't expect to happen but still continued.

“Yeah... And that was gay of you..” you breathed out with tinted smile, face still a bit warm from the shuddering experience.

“I think you kissing back was gayer.” He responded with a long laugh that made his eyes twinkle beneath the bed of stars in the night sky.

“Well, let's get out of the water, first, Romeo.” You instructed, winking at him as you swam over to the edge of the dock with Dylan just right behind you.

The wide smile on Dylan's face made butterflies appear on your stomach, it was a nice... feeling.

You hoisted yourself up on the dock with a groan, completely forgetting you were naked from the waist down. “Nice ass, man!” Dylan whistled from the water with a series of laughter.

“Shut up!” you grunt out as you run over to your bag immediately and wrap a towel around your waist, sitting down in one of the chairs. Dylan already rose up from the lake too, damping his hair after you threw him a towel also.

Dylan sat right next to you and found you just staring into the dark lake with the only remaining light are the array of stars and the big white cratered dot on top of the sky, which made the vibe all silent and deafening.

“Okay, now, the elephant in the room.” you point out and clapped your hands together for the discussion causing Dylan to giggle like a high school girl causing you to look at him with one raised eyebrow. This man is driving you crazy, both mentally and physically.

“What was that?” you asked, straight to the point.

“I may or may not have found you too handsome and pretty at the moment and I wanted to make out with you.” He said with a tone that you couldn't define if it was a joking type or a serious one.

“Dylan... The truth, please.” you whisper in a way that made you look too vulnerable, it looked like all the hidden, ignored feelings you had for him in quote 'a while' was about to just pop a bottle open that should be kept in its box.

“I like you. In a gay type of way.” he mutters seriously looking at you before you started to burst into laughter at the way you said it.

“T-That's...." Your voice wavers for a bit, laughing lightly the cold air making your skin crawl as you now lay your head on Dylan’s shoulder. The dim lights lit the surrounding barely but the comfort of Dylan's presence made you feel safe.

“Was I your summer crush then? I didn't get all chummy with anyone, though.” You said matter-of-factly, tone calming when Dylan snaked his arm around your shoulders. The dripping sound of water from your soaked bodies on the ground made you relax against the tall guy, the atmosphere set as you just stared at the white circle of a moon.

“Nope. Doesn't really matter who it was though.” he responds simply,

“Oh? okay...” You wanted to say more about the particular topic but kept your prying mouth away instead.

“We'd better get back, someone will probably tell on us if they find us missing.” You mumbled against Dylan's neck as the romantic setting was making your head feel a bit light. This feeling of your heart drumming against your chest? You yearned to chase it.

“I mean, if you want us to wake up to the kids teasing either of us because of the wet sheets that we'll probably have when we go to sleep like a wet baby duck, then.... I am definitely all for it.” Dylan quips with a comical, witty tone. Nudging your head teasingly as he looked towards his shoulder to find you staring at him with your chin laying against his joint.

You snort at his words, rolling your eyes at him. “Okay then, smartass. What's your plan for the night?” You asked, an arrogant look on your face.

“Well, let's sit here for a bit until we get all dry and cozy.” He recommends, smiling at you and ignoring your directed condescending look towards him.

Dylan's hand on your bare waist started to rub circles against your skin causing a momentary of sheepishness to slip on your expression.

“Oh my, the short-tempered counselor is getting all sappy.” Dylan pipes dramatically, causing you to groan at his words elbowing his side before grabbing Dylan's towel skillfully ripping it off his body, leaving him once again in his boxers causing him to gasp at the glacial air hitting his lower regions.

You started to run away from the man in a fit of giggles, his towel on your hand and your other hand gripping your own so as to not go butt-naked in the heat of the fun.

“Hey! Man..! Hey! Ow! Get back here!” Dylan starts to chase you in his underwear, accidentally hitting his head something as he stands up.

Sadly, the moment was cut short as Dylan managed to catch up to you, pulling you down to the wooden ground with him. He snatches the towel on your hand and pins you in place.

You struggle to no avail against him as you were still laughing despite Dylan's funnily serious expression.

“Okay, okay... I give up.” You said with a light-hearted chuckle. Dylan's grip isn't loosening one bit though.

“How about revenge, Mr. Thief?” Dylan was snickering evilly as he straddled you against the ground, hooking his finger around your towel — loosening the grip it has on your waist, to which you looked at him with panicked eyes

“H-Hey! Uh— Unless you wanna see my dick, I suggest you don't do that.” You prattled, a nervous laugh accompanying your words.

“Who said that I don't want to?” He whispers seductively when he leaned down against your ears.

“H-Heh.. Hah.. Hardy har har, Dyl..” you tried to sound the least bit humorous, but the apparent quiver on your voice was not very well-hidden.

Dylan got off you with a victorious smile, an overbearing expresion visible on his face. “You owe me one~” He jests, causing you to roll your eyes at him as you stand back up with a wry of amusement curdling your lips.

You dismissed what he said with a huff of disbelief, dusting off your towel as you secured it back on because Dylan made it hang awkwardly. “That was already payback though, you shoved your tongue down my throat earlier, remember?” You mused, walking over him as you hit him in the middle of his chest.

He looks at you quizzically, raising his eyebrows at you. “Oh no no no, you kissed back therefore you wanted it as well.” He reminds you, sticking his tongue out at you. Dylan wrapped his towel around his waist again as he winked at you alluringly as he walked towards the road on the wrong way.

“Wrong way, idiot. The camp's over here!” You pointed out, a chortle slipping out of you.

“Plus I'm not dry yet!” You added as Dylan started to walk to the other direction with sass.

“You're on your own~! My bed is awaiting the great ol' Dyl. And my job starts early~!” He replies with a wave of the hand and with that he's gone, the guy doesn't even know the direction to anywhere so what's the point.

You look at Dylan's discarded shirt and pants with a grunt and a conceded look on your face,

After collecting every single clothing and the radio shack key that he somehow forgot, a tired sigh slipped out of your lips. Not only does a guy suddenly make-out with you and you do it back, he also left you alone in the dark. You still wonder if it is Dylan experimenting or what, you couldn't read the guy like an open book, he has a sharp tongue for jokes and a silly, goofy behavior. On the contrary, you can barely tell if he's serious or if he's doing things for his own amusement. Sure, he has his moments of weakness when he's feeling shy or overwhelmed at times but a bitter taste is still left from your mouth from the event earlier: Is he just fucking around with you, or if he is actually serious about all of this? You'd beat yourself up to sleep, maybe not even go to sleep at all because of this but then, you have duties tomorrow at dawn as well...

“Is this a good idea?” you mumble to yourself, clutching the bag of clothes, dropping the radio shack keys into it in a bit. It felt like an anvil had just dropped itself on your shoulder and your heart somewhat sinks at your collective thoughts.

Hopefully morning duties won't be awkward at all.

Hopefully.

[emylonline]

Masterlist

Stranger Things

The Quarry

[alisblackgf]

reconciliation

chapter: one! :)

trigger warnings: NONE! just sweet things

pairing: ryan erzahler x gn!reader +  nick furcillo x reader at the end (reader will have chemistry with everyone)

summary: after healing from a bad breakup, you decide being a camp counselor at hackett’s quarry summer camp would be a great experience, especially since your best friend emma was going; but then you see ryan, the guy you broke up with, and all hell breaks loose.

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author’s note: i have an odd feeling that this is gonna flop but oh well (if it does i’ll cry). this chapter is boring but i can’t just jump into the action IM SORRY. also enjoy the nick x reader at the end to make up for the boringness! ALSO im planning to make reader a badass so stay tuned for the character development pls

“hurry up, we’re gonna be late!” emma squealed.

“i’m trying!”

“well, try harder!” she walked over to you, shoving all your stuff into the bag and zipping it up with ease.

“how did you-”

“c’mon!” she grabbed her bag and waited for you outside the front door of your shared apartment. you two had the bottom floor which meant it was less time consuming to get to the car, which also meant you’d be there at least only a little late. you picked up your bag and rushed out the door, and emma locked it after making sure you had everything. as you two started walking to the car, she looked over at you to see the anxious expression on your face.

“what’s wrong?” emma asked.

you shook your head before answering, “what if ryan’s there?”

“we’ve been over this, (y/n),” she took out the car keys and unlocked the car, making her way to the trunk with you following behind. “he won’t be there.”

“what makes you so sure? he’s been going for years. years!” you emphasized.

she opened the trunk of the car and placed her bag inside. you did the same with yours and she closed it.

“you told him you’d go this year when you two were still together, right?” she asked, more of a know-it-all statement than a question. she opened the driver’s car door and sat, closing the door and preparing for a 5 hour drive. you sat in the passenger’s seat.

“yeah? what does that have to do with anything?” you asked, closing the door behind you. she turned on the car and began to reverse out of the parking lot.

“if you’re gonna be there, why would he wanna be there?” she questioned matter-of-factly. she shook her head at your silence. “don’t worry about him, worry about how much fun we’re gonna have!”

“oh yes, so much fun out in the woods...away from all civilization..” 

she laughed at your pessimistic response and kept driving to your destination. there was silence for a few minutes, before emma asked you to put on some music. you connected the aux cord to your phone and put on a playlist full of your favorite songs. emma seemed satisfied, so you let it play. you quickly fell asleep after, since you were bored and had nothing better to do for the next 5 hours.

~~~

“okay, we’re here!” emma exclaimed.

“we’re where?” you quickly lifted your head and clearing your throat to get rid of the rasp in your voice. as you unplugged your phone from the aux and placed it in your pocket, you observed your surroundings while getting out the car. the area you were in was pure dirt, with some parked cars. a metal gate surrounded the perimeter of it.

“it’s where we drop off our cars, mr. chris hackett comes and picks us up from here.” emma explained, rolling her eyes at your lack of knowledge. a group of people who looked like they were around your age were standing at the gate across from the one emma had parked at. you two walked over to them after taking your bags out the trunk.

“are you guys also counselors for hackett’s quarry summer camp?” you asked drowsily.

“yeah, are you?” a buff guy with a hat responded. 

emma nudged you and whispered into your ear. “ooh, he’s cute!” you rolled your eyes and laughed quietly before nodding at the guy. emma looked around and didn’t see ryan anywhere. she nudged you once more, whisper-shouting that he wasn’t there, and you loosened up at the fact.

“name’s jacob,” he introduced. “what about you?” 

you would’ve thought he was talking to both of you if he wasn’t eyeing emma so hard. you left them to hit it off as you took out your phone and attempted to occupy yourself until someone tapped on your shoulder. you turned your head to see who it was.

“hi, my name’s nick.” he held out his hand for you to shake.

“hey, i’m (y/n).” you smiled and shook his hand. he stood next to you wondering what to talk about before you finally spoke up.

“i would be lying if i said your accent wasn’t alluring. are you from australia?” you asked, curiously.

“oh! uh, yeah, i am.” he nervously chuckled, smiling at your compliment.

“how’re the spiders?” you gave a smug look and he laughed.

“they suck.” he responded, winking at you.

“i can only imagine.” you gave a bright smile, putting your phone back into your pocket. “did you...want to listen to music with me?” you asked, unzipping your bag to retrieve the wired earbuds you brought. you plugged them into your phone before zipping the bag back up.

“yeah, of course.” he stammered, quickly but gently taking the one you handed him. he scooched closer to you.

emma subtly poked her head to see what you were doing, and gave a genuine smile when she saw you with nick. she poked her head back in and continued speaking to jacob. both of the conversations were cut short when a van pulled up to you all. you could hear it turn off as a middle-aged man, who you could assume was chris hackett, stepped out.

“ready to go?”