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dumps-write · 2 years ago

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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—”

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itsacrowd · 2 years ago

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@popularmxnster said: ‘ It’s been difficult for me to trust ’ to Dylan Lenivy LOOMIS, BILLY. v. to be named

They’d been doing this dance for a while now. It was clear they enjoyed each others company, but anytime it threatened to go deeper than that, Dylan would crack a joke, or Billy would have to leave- Dylan couldn’t blame Billy for his avoidance, even if he wanted to. It was for the most part, because of his own fear of genuine intimacy that the two had strayed from getting closer. If he was honest, Dylan wanted something real, and he wanted it with Billy. Too many times though, his brain trailed to Sidney, though he knew deep down that she wasn’t who he wanted. Then, it would think of Stu, and he worried that if it came down to it, Billy would choose him, so he just stayed in the background, playing the part of the slightly egotistical goofball. Meanwhile, he was spiraling inside. “I have a hard time with it, too.” He admitted, looking over at him. For once, he wasn’t pushing off this attempt at connection with a one liner. It got tiring pretending not to care. “You know I want to be here for you, right?”

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billcarden · 2 years ago

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i’ve connected the two dots. (you didn’t connect shit) i’ve connected them.

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emylonline · 2 years ago

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crpediem · 2 years ago

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@mantraps said; ❛ you’re lucky that you’re cute. ❜

“ wait -- what? “

let it be known that it took a lot to catch dylan off guard, especially once he was knee deep into explaining some dumb joke everyone else had already been victim to -- it just so happened to be jacob’s turn, this time. he was half into explaining it, waving his hands around and everything, dumb grin plastered on his face, when his fellow counselor said that, making dylan pause for a moment -- brain short-circuiting. for lack of better wording, as he dialed back, before proceeding to fold arms across his chest.

“ okay, okay, you can say it -- my joke sucks, but i’m cute, so you’ll pretend to like it. i get it, man. no wonder kaitlyn left halfway through me explaining it ... tough crowd. “ still, he’s smiling, glancing downward for a moment -- hoping to god his cheeks aren’t as red as dylan feels they might be.

#mantraps #( muse: dylan lenivy. )#s c r e a m s

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alisblackgf · 2 years ago

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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!!!

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(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

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Fifty-nine Days | Dylan Lenivy

*•.¸♡Request : No

*•.¸♡Prompt : none

*•.¸♡𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : minor plot changes, reader is shorter than 6'0ft, slight angst, loys of fluff, cute Dylan, sexual implications, smut (comes in later), sex in a public place (no one sees), fingering (F receiving), hand job (M receiving), oral (F receiving), praise, Dylan and Reader are switches, cocky Dylan

*•.¸♡Paring : Dylan Lenivy x F!reader

*•.¸♡𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : 59 days. It takes Dyaln Lenvi 59 days to fall for you and one moment to turn it to hell

*•.¸♡words : 5.4k words

*•.¸♡A/N : I did not expect this to turn out this long, but holy crap am I proud of it

*•.¸♡A/N 2 : I wrote Dylan as Bisexual, I don't know if he's Bi and only liked Ryan at camp or he is just gay, but I spent a VERY long time writing this and really don't want to change it so my apologies

❁ Day One; Meet Cute

Going to a summer camp to be a swimming coach and supervisor of kids and young teens was something different, and different is exciting but you couldn't help but feel nervous about walking to Mr H's office to confirm your attendance

Mr H was welcoming and made you feel comfortable until another camper came bursting in announcing the radio was continuing to 'shout' at him

"Mr H, the radio is shouting still," Dylan announced swinging the door open. "I have- Whoa." Dylan stopped realising he had interrupted a meeting.

"Ah hey Dylan," Mr H smiled, slightly shocked at his sudden entrance. Your heart pounded as if you were in the wrong for being in the office. "Dylan this is the new counsellor, Y/N." You waved slightly, the thumping still pounding in your chest.

"My bad," Dylan chuckled, smiling uncomfortably. "Hi there Y/N."

"Hi Dylan," You smiled, slightly intimidated by how tall he was.

"Just one sec," Mr H apologized. You nodded, looking away awkwardly. "Now what's the problem, Dylan?"

"The radio gear is making weird noises and I can't get it to work, like, at all," Dylan explained rocking on the balls of his feet.

"I can take a look," You said suddenly making the two look at you. "I uh, I majored in IT and robotics, working some radio gear out wouldn't be too hard." Dylan raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Only uh, if you- if that's y'know, okay."

"All up to you Y/N, it would give me some time to go over some more paperwork," Mr H nodded, taking a seat at his desk. "Dylan?"

"God please," Dylan joked and you couldn't help but laugh.

Dylan led you from Mr H's office and across to the radio shack. You took a seat at the radio gear and a teasing smile took over your face. "Hey Dylan, have you used a radio before?" You asked looking over your shoulder.

"Is that a trick question?" Dylan asked, watching your fingers tap at the desk. You motioned him over and he stood behind the chair resting a hand on the desk and back of the chair.

"This is a tuning knob, it's the thing that chooses the radio frequency," You started and Dylan nodded listing to your explanation. "But it needs to connect to something like this speaker, yeah? The speaker that is making the cracking noises." Dylan nodded watching you tap the old speaker. "But your problem is the speaker is on, but the radio itself isn't." Dylan's jaw dropped as you flicked a switch on the side of the radio from 'off' to 'on', the green light switching on.

"You're fucking with me right?" Dylan cursed turning his head to look at you.

"No, I am not fucking with you," You smile.

❁ Day Two; Early Morning Chats

Spending your first night alone in the middle of the woods with spooky noises freaked you out far more than you appreciated

Taking a stroll to the lake at four am to skip rocks on the water you did not expect to see Dylan in Buggs bunny pj's come to the water to do the same thing

"Oh hey, hey Y/N, "Dylan mumbled awkwardly trying to cover the cartoon rabbit on his blue shirt.

"Hey Buggs," You joked, picking up another rock and throwing it watching it hit the dark sparkling water and found across the top three times.

"Wow, you're pretty good at that," Dylan commented, dropping his arms to his side and walking to stand by you. You mumbled a thank you before doing the same thing again. "So uh... what are you doing out here? Perving on the fish?"

You giggled, shaking your hand and passing Dylan a rock. "I was going more for the woodland creatures but I won't pass up a good opportunity," You quipped, watching Dylan toss the rock in his palm. "Creepy woods, couldn't sleep properly."

"Same, plus Jacob snores louder than an earthquake," Dylan commented, trying to balance the rock on the tip of his finger. "Do you know how to skip a rock?"

"Skim," You spoke up, tossing another.

"I thought it was skip?" Dylan asked furrowing his eyebrows.

"Eh, well I've heard it both ways," You shrugged picking up another and skipping it.

"Ah, but no I've never skipped a rock," Dylan rock in his hand.

"Hand," You requested, holding yours out. Dylan rested his hand on top of yours watching you as you gently bent his fingers around the rock. His eyes moved up to watch your face but you caught him staring. "Focus."

"Yep," Dylan nodded looking back down at his hand curled around the rock.

"Your thumb supports it and creates the momentum and it will roll off your pointer making it spin," You explained, holding Dylan's waist and spinning Dylan's body to the side, his feet facing the water his torso spun to face you. "It will rest on your middle finger in the meantime. You just spin your body and flick your arm from the elbow, and hopefully, it will fling from your hand and bounce on the water."

Dylan nodded following your instructions. Spin the torso, flick from the elbow, spin off the finger and bounce on the water. "Ha, ha! Yeah!" Dylan yelled in victory as the rock bounced on the water before plopping into the water. You clapped as Dylan cheered. "See that, that was so cool!"

❁ Day Ten; Blushing Red

Dylan was simply trying to help a kid carve Emma and Jacob forever into the tree trunk instead he interrupts your swimming lessons and turns, for lack of a better word, as red as a tomato

This starts the kids teasing of the crush developing between you both

"Are you sure Mr Hackett won't be mad at us?" The young camper Gabby asked as she watched Dylan carve the final letters.

"I'm positive, plus even if he finds out, whose to say lover boy Jacob didn't do it?" Dylan joked before putting the swiss army knife back in his pocket. "Now go, I think Chef Nick is cooking up some cookies." Gabby laughed before rushing for a group of campers that were heading for the lodge.

Dylan turned, meaning to head back to the radio shack but he caught sight of a swimming lesson and figured to head over and tease you. "Dylan! Hi!" Another camper, Isaac, yelled, with an over-exaggerated wave.

"Hey champ, how's swimming?" Dylan asked, giving him a high five through the fence.

"So much fun, Y/N's an amazing teacher!"

"Isaac! You're up!" You yelled, waving the boy over. Dylan's sarcastic comment about you running all the fun at the sight of you in a red and black stripped bikini. And suddenly red is Dylan's favourite colour. "Hey, Dylan!"

"Uh- hey, hey Y/N," Dylan stuttered, already feeling the hot redness of a blush creeping up the back of his neck and over his cheeks, dusting them in light pink.

"Dylan's blushing!" A camper shouted and the others erupted in a fit of giggles and 'oohs'.

"All right, all right settle down!" You called, pulling the attention back to you, not that Dylan's ever left. "Half an hour splash around then we will continue with the rest of you guys's laps!" Immediately as the words left your mouth the kids rushed for the pool. "Be responsible, I will revoke your pool privileges if you act like idiots!"

You rolled your eyes and walked to the side gate, resting your hands against the brick wall it was built in. "Huh, you are red," You teased, tilting your head to watch Dylan's cheeks darken in colour.

"No, I uh, I mean-" Dylan stopped and took a breath, trying to look anywhere else than where the water decided to drip and roll down your skin. "I am going to stop talking now and go back to my shack."

"You know we could go to the river tonight, I could teach you, y'know a private lesson," You offered, watching Dylan's face go completely red.

"I can't tell if you're messing with me," Dylan mumbled, staring straight into your eyes. You laughed, and Dylan played with black cuffs on his writs.

"I'm messing with you, campfire's tonight," You smiled, ignoring the blush growing on your cheeks. "We'll just have to reschedule." You sent Dylan a playful wink before turning back to the campers.

❁ Day Twenty-five; Tension and Rain

Dylan isn't trying to be dramatic, but my god is he dramatic

Rain is moving inwards and Dylan is trying to get your attention. But you are very stubborn but Dylan will do whatever to get your attention.

"Not to be, like, dramatic or anything, but I think it's gonna storm," Dylan stated, nudging your shoulder. You groaned half asleep as you and Dylan lay in the grass as the others ate lunch. Dylan huffed, poking your shoulder, "Y/N." You brushed him, resting your hands behind your head. Dylan squinted and poked your shoulder again, "Y/N..."

"Dylan, I am trying to sleep," You mumbled grabbing your jumper and tossing it at his face.

"Number one, this jumper is soft as baby pandas, number two..," Dylan rolled on top of you, straddling your stomach, putting all his pressure on top of you. "Y/N listen to me!"

"Okay okay!" You gasped, pressing your hands to Dylan's torso. "I'm listing! Dylan! Jesus, Dylan Lenivy! Get off!" Dylan lifted himself by his elbows, taking the pressure off of your stomach. Your hands still pressed to his stomach, your chest heaving. "You're like skinny as shit, why are so heavy?" Dylan went to lower his elbows but you pushed him harder. "Dylan I swear to god!"

"Okay okay, I'm done," Dylan laughed pushing himself up and resting on his knees. "Now-" A raindrop hit your forehead, then another, and another.

"Shit!" You cursed, Dylan stood up, grabbing your hand and pulling you up. You grabbed your jumper with your free hand as it started to pour with rain. Dylan held your hand as you both sprinted for the radio shack. Dylan threw the door open and pulled you in, throwing the door closed behind him.

You shook your jumper out throwing it over your shoulders before plopping yourself in the office chair Dylan usually sat in. "Comfy?" Dylan questioned. You smiled and slid further into the chair. Dylan rolled his eyes and pulled the other chair in front of the radio equipment, holding down the Microphone button.

"Yo, yo, yo Hacketters, DJ Dylan here," Dylan started, and you giggled quietly to yourself. "Rain has moved over the quarry, so I'd move those butts inside and grab your stuff and head to the Hall. Just cause its raining doesn't mean we don't have fun stuff for you guys to do!" Dylan clicked the mic off and leaned back in his chair, spinning to look at you.

You sat on your phone, scrolling through your downloaded music.

"Hey quick Q," Dylan started, watching you spin in the office chair. You clicked on a song before resting your phone on the table, the music echoing around the small shack. "How did you get your phone back? Mr H was very strict about it."

"I didn't turn it in, and I bought portable charges so I am set," You explained, grabbing the armrest on Dylan's chair and stopping yourself from spinning anymore.

"You, Y/N L/N, are one sneaky and brilliant woman," Dylan smiled, grabbing your chair and pulling you closer, leaning his head on your shoulder, rubbing his face on your fluffy jumper.

"Why thank you, DJ Dylan," You laughed, brushing Dylan's hair back. "Are we staying in here forever or...?"

"I figured until the rain stops," Dylan mumbled finally lifting his head.

"Are we gonna talk about five minutes ago?" You asked, lifting your legs and resting them across Dylan's. Dylan hummed in confusion, resting his hands on your thighs. "You quite literally straddling me."

"I needed to get your attention," Dylan shrugged, tapping his fingers on your legs.

❁ Day Thirty-seven; Heart To Heart and Coming Out

Dylan grabbed a few cokes and snacks and you both sat in the tree house, watching the sun go down

You started to open up to each other, learning about each other

"Well hopefully I get into something with Quantum physics," Dylan admitted, his legs swinging on the edge.

"Quantum physics," You repeated taking a sip from the glass coke bottle. Dylan nodded turning away, fiddling with his watch. "What's quantum physics?"

"Physics but quantumy," Dylan shrugged sipping his cola. You waited for him to keep talking but he just kicked his feet.

"And..." You encouraged.

"And?"

You laughed, brushing your hair back. "And...What is it really? And why do you like it? What made you want to study it?"

"Oh, you're actually interested," Dylan said in shock, looking at you surprised. You nodded, bringing your legs up and crossing them waiting for Dylan to keep talking. "Well quantum physics allows for particles to be in two states at the same time. It's focusing on what makes things at their fundamental level, like their property and nature." Dylan paused and sipped on his coke again. "I know I'm not very sciencey, but I was kinda nervous when I first got her so the jokey sociable side came out."

"So you're a smarty pants who is hiding his intelligence by covering it with jokes and quips?" You questioned putting the empty coke bottle to the side.

"Uh, yeah basically," Dylan nodded, messing with his watch again.

"I mean, I get it," You nodded stretching your legs back out.

"What do you mean?" Dylan asked.

"Hiding what you're really like cuz your nervous... or scared," You explained, taking Dylan's coke and sipping from it.

"So what? You have a super-secret weird fetish or somethin'?" Dylan laughed, taking his coke back.

"Uh..."

"You don't have to tell me," Dylan offered, moving his hand to rest next to yours.

"No I want to," You nodded, moving your hand to sit on his. "You ever like someone and not been able to tell them because they wouldn't react the best?"

"Like they're already dating?"

"No..."

"Like... they're the same gender?" Dylan guessed again. You nodded softly and took the coke back. "Oh, yeah I get that." Dylan nodded, smiling softly. "Bi and ready to fly."

"You made that up," You sighed with a smile, finishing off the drink.

"Yes, but it was amazing wasn't it?" Dylan nudged your shoulder, smiling like a two-year-old that saw an ice cream truck.

"Sure, sure," You smiled nudging him back.

"So that's what you are? Bi?" Dylan asked in a serious tone.

"I don't really know, but I will say women are hot," You admitted, with a cocky smile.

"That is a very true statement, and men are very sexy," Dylan added, leaning back on his free hand.

"A-greed."

❁ Day Forty-six; Almost

Jacobs's plan to prank Nick goes horribly wrong, most likely pulling something in his ankle

So unfortunately you and Dylan are forced to make the campers lunch

Dylan groaned, sighing as he leaned on the counter. "Stop complaining, you'll be fine," You teased as you put together a sandwich.

"But it's so boring," Dylan continued to groan.

"I'm on the last couple of sandwiches, then we can take a break," You offered, looking up at Dylan. Dylan sighed and nodded walking over to you and standing behind you, looking over your shoulder. "You're hovering."

"So? I am going to continue to annoy you until you're finished," Dylan shrugged, resting his head on your shoulder, and pressing a hand to the counter you were working on. "Why couldn't Mr H just do this?"

"Jesus, Dylan, you are right next to my ear," You said flinching away. "You do not need to be so loud," Dylan mumbled a sorry, resting his hand on his hip. "Mr H won't do this because this is what we need to do as counsellors."

"No, this is what Nick is meant to do," Dylan complained much quieter this time, his breath fanning over your neck. You chuckled, putting the sandwich on a paper plate. "Okay you're done," Dylan said grabbing your hips and trying to tug you along. You gripped the counter stopping Dylan from pulling you away.

"Dylan I have two more to make," You sighed spinning around to face Dylan. He huffed, letting you go and resting both his hands on the counter. "Do you really want to leave these kids hungry?"

"No... but I would like to have the rest of my free time not doing Nick's job," Dylan pointed out.

"Well, it's not his fault Jacob's stupid prank went wrong," You reminded him, resting against the counter. Dylan rolled his eyes, leaning closer to you.

"Please, Y/N..." Dylan begged, pouting his lip out.

You held the side of his cheeks pulling his face up in line with yours. You couldn't help but let your eyes flick to his lips for a second. "No," You huffed, trying to turn back to the food.

Dylan grabbed your hips again, locking you back in place on the counter. The sudden spin made you clutch on Dylan's shirt to steady himself. Dylan looked across your face his eyes pausing on your lips this time, you couldn't help but stare at his as well. Dylan brought a hand to your cheek, pulling you close.

"Are you losers done in here?!" Kaitlyn yelled, throwing the doors open. Dylan pushed himself back and you spun around to the sandwiches you were supposed to be making. "Oh-" Dylan's face was bright red as he looked around the kitchen for something to distract himself with.

"Were, uh, almost done here," You nodded, chewing on your bottom lip. Kaitlyn smiled, looking between you both.

"It's okay, I'll finish up with Dylan, Ryan needs help by the boat house cause you know... you are the swimmer," Kaitlyn explained with a sly smile. You nodded, sparing a glance at Dylan who was still red with embarrassment.

❁ Day Fifty-eight; Jealousy And Realisation

You and Ryan were cleaning up the boats after the double lesson for the final day you had with the kids

Dylan helps Kaitlyn find sticks and wood for the fire

Ryan helped you tug the final boat up the shore, you both exhausted from the campers. "God how do those kids have so much energy?" you joked, stretching your arms over your head. Ryan glanced up, watching your swimmers pull against you.

"I know, they're a little crazy," Ryan chuckled pulling his swimming trunks up a bit. "There's a few life savers in the water, if you can grab those ill stack the boats."

"Yeah, just be careful though, those things are heavy," You commented, making your way back to the water. You dove under the water from the boat ramp, tugging the lifesavers from the rocks they were tied.

You brought them back to the ramp, tossing them up. "Do you need some help?" Ryan teased, watching you try and pull yourself up.

"Don't be a dick," you said rolling your eyes. Ryan laughed and reached down, grabbing your hand and tugging you up. "Holy crap, you're strong." Ryan grabbed your waist to steady you, making sure you didn't fall.

Dylan walked from the radio shack, Kaitlyn walking next to him. "So have you talked to her?" Kaitlyn asked, picking up sticks for the camp's final bonfire.

"Who? Y/N?" Dylan asked, pulling along a large tree branch and a bundle of smaller sticks in the other.

"Uh, yeah, obviously," Kaitlyn nodded, wiping her hand on her pants. "You two seemed pretty close in the kitchen." Kaitlyn grabbed another branch, resting it between her arm and stomach.

"Well we weren't, there was nothing to be close about," Dylan sighed with a sarcastic tone. "Just drop it."

"Sorry, sorry," Kaitlyn apologised with a teasing smile. "Well, maybe you still have a chance- oh shit."

The two stopped. Dylan watches Ryan pull you from the water, grabbing you by the waist to steady you. Kaitlyn watched Dylan clench his jaw and fists, accidentally snapping the sticks. "If there wasn't a moment to be close, why are you having a moment of jealousy?" Kaitlyn pointed out.

Dylan lifted his free hand, raking it through his hair. "Oh fuck me," Dylan cursed, feeling his heart tighten and his stomach twist.

"Let's get these back to Mr H," Kaitlyn encouraged, tugging Dylan along.

"Um, I just wanted to say," Ryan started, handing you a towel as you both stepped into the boat house. "That um you're super funny and cool and you're super hot, or uh, pretty-"

"Ryan," You called, calming Ryan down. "While I accept the compliments entirely and agree with the campers that you are very attractive, I just don't see you that way." Ryan nodded with a small disappointed smile.

"Nah, Nah, I get it, but y'know, got to shoot my shot," Ryan nodded. "Plus I know you had something with Dylan."

"What?" You questioned, furrowing your eyebrows.

"I thought you and Dylan..." Ryan trailed off, hanging his towel around his shoulders

"No, no, I mean yeah he's super smart and funny, and he's pretty cute-" You cut yourself off, sighing at how oblivious you were. "Oh fuck me, I like Dylan."

"It took you that long to figure it out?" Ryan said, laughing softy.

❁ Day Fifty-nine; Truth Or Dare, Kiss Me

Dylan's plan of truth or dare ends up in a different direction than what he was hoping for, but you will never catch him complaining

Ps, this is where the smut comes in

The moon had fully risen lighting the camp in a cool white glow. Jacob had supplied the group with beer, and watermelon and Kaitlyn had a bag of Peanut butter butter pops. You squished between Dylan and Kaitlyn, wanting the quickest access to the beer and Kaitlyn was sharing the butter pops with you.

Dylan clapped his hands, clearly bored with the conversations everyone was having. “Okay! New idea. Party game!” Dylan declared, setting his beer down. Some people groaned not wanting to stop their discussions. “Come on, people, we might never see each other again after tonight! Let’s make some memories!”

“Well, what do you have in mind?” Kaitlyn asked, holding the butter pops out for you.

“How about the ultimate game of secrets and lies,” Dylan suggested, sparing a glance your way. “Truth or Dare, but Dylan style. Okay, so house rules are, someone asks you a truth or dare. Then you choose, and then you pick the next person. There’s no ifs, ands, or buts.”

"Dylan, that's normal truth or dare," You chuckled, sipping on your beer.

Dylan stuttered, his face dusting pink, "Uh, yes."

“So... we can, like, make people kiss?" Kaitlyn asked, her eyes darting around, pausing on you for a second longer.

“If they choose dare, yeah. As long as everyone consents... of course,” Dylan confirmed.

“Cool beans," Kaitlyn shrugged trying to contain her smile.

“I mean, keep it in your pants until it’s your turn, but…” Dylan teased.

“I mean, who does get to go first?" Kaitlyn asked.

"Well it's house deals, so..." Dylan trailed off looking around the fireplace. Dylan clapped his hands together, turning to the other logs. "Abigail! Truth or dare?"

"Umm," Abigail thought. "Truth"

"Really dodged a bullet huh?" Dylan questioned. "Alright. Here goes. Have you ever slept with anyone?"

"Oh, uh... I..." Abigail trailed off.

"At this camp," You clarified.

"Hey, you cant-"

"Have you ever slept with anyone at this camp?" You repeated slapping your hand over Dylan's mouth.

"Ah, no! Nope. Sorry," Abi answered, shaking her hand. You removed your hand and took a sip from your beer.

"Alright Abi, it's your turn," Dylan continued, glancing back at you quickly.

"Alright okay, um..." Abi thought for a while with encouragement from Kaitlyn but Emma lost her patience and jumped in.

"Ugh! Ding, ding, ding, too late," Emma sighed. "My turn. Ryan truth or dare?"

"Dare, gimme what you got," Ryan said enthusiastically.

"Okay, Ryan. Your dare comes with a choice."

"Can she do that?"

"I can do whatever I want," Emma dismissed. "And I dare you... To kiss... Either Dylan... or Y/N."

"Wow... I mean... I guess 'both' is off the table?" Ryan questioned trying to get past the choosing part.

"Sorry- I don't make the rules," Emma shrugged holding her hands up in defence.

"I mean you literally just did, but okay, let's do this," Ryan sat for a moment, looking at the two. "Y/N shall we?" Ryan gave you a small wink. You sighed and walked to Ryan who placed his beer down before standing up as well.

He held the side of your face shielding your face. "I'll dare Dylan to kiss you," Ryan whispered, making you smile softly. You stepped back bringing your hair back and sat beside Dylan who looked slightly disappointed.

"Y/N!" Ryan shouted excitedly.

"Wait no dude, she just went," Jacob complained throwing his hands up.

"Nope, shut up!" Emma encouraged, seeing Ryan glance between you and Dylan.

"Dare," You stated, leaning forward slightly.

"I dare you..." Ryan paused dragging out the suspense. "...To hook up with Dylan already. Who might I add you've been pining over for the past two months."

"What!?" Nick shouted, bewildered at the new information. You stood up and Ryan tossed you the keys to the lodge. Dylan looked up at you, shocked but... excited.

"Dylan," You said holding your hand out for him. "Shall we?" Dylan took your hand and tugged him up. "I give my go to Jacob!" You shouted, tugging Dylan quicker.

Dylan walked behind you, slightly stunned. "Just ah, so you know I didn't kiss Ryan, he told me he was gonna dare me to kiss you, not you know... hook up."

"Do you want to? Hook up I mean," Dylan asked as you reached the lodge.

"I mean yeah, do you?" You asked pushing the door open.

Dylan pushed you inside holding your face as he bent down to kiss you. "God yes," Dylan rasped against your lips. Dylan kicked the door closed behind him, pushing you further in until you bumped into a table.

"Really the table?" You asked, pulling back, your hands draped around his shoulders.

"It this or Mr H's bed," Dylan shrugged, still staring at your lips. You nodded and pulled yourself onto the wooden table. Dylan moved close, standing between his legs as he moved back to kiss you again.

You pulled back for a second to breathe and Dylan moved to leave marks and bites down your neck. "Fuck... Dylan," You sighed throwing your head back, your hands tugging at his hair.

"Can I take your shirt off?" Dylan asked pulling back. You slipped your arms away, hooking your finger to the bottom of your shirt and peeling it off. Dylan gave a giddy smile before diving back in to kiss you again, "Jesus Christ you're gorgeous." You smiled against his lips, running your hands down the front of his chest, to the bottom of his shirt.

You slipped your hands under the grey material, feeling across his toned torso. You tugged it up and Dylan grabbed the back, pulling it over his head and tossing it toward your discarded shirt. "Shit, fuck your pretty-" You cut yourself off, kissing down his chest.

"Is that a good thing?" Dylan asked, tilting his head back up to look at him.

"God yes," You mumbled, pulling him back to kiss you. You grabbed him through his belt loops, messily unbuckling his belt and tossing it away. You quickly kicked your shoes off as Dylan pulled back slipping your pants off. Dylan ran his hands up your thighs, his lips back on your throat. Moans slipped past your lips, very aware of Dylan's fingers drumming on your inner thigh. Dylan paused, making you look at him properly, "If you ever want to stop just say something, yeah?" You nodded, trying to pull Dylan back to you but he slid his hands along the table leaning as close as possible without touching you. "Y/N..."

"Let you know if I want you to stop," You repeated, resting a hand on his cheek.

Dylan smiled, quickly pecking your nose, "Sweet." You giggled and pulled him down to kiss you. Dylan moved his hands across your stomach, pulling the elastic of your underwear and letting it snap against your skin.

"Dylan..." You whined trying to get him to touch you. Dylan chuckled, letting his thumb run under the fabric. "Dylan please touch me."

Dylan nodded hooking his fingers under your underwear and you lifted your hips making it easier for him to pull them down. Dylan ran his fingers through your wetness, circling your clit. "Oh fuck."

You tugged at his pants, unbuttoning and unzipping them. Dylan reeled his hand back, making you whine softly. He quickly slipped his shoes off and stepped back letting you tug his pants off and he finished pulling them off completely. You tugged at his hips dragging him back to you and you pulled his boxers down enough that his dick sprung out. Dylan kissed you, small hisses and pants slipping past his lips as you pumped his cock, twisting your hand occasionally. Dylan dug his teeth into his lip trying to hold back a loud moan. "Jesus, are you trying to kill me?" Dylan chuckled, a moan taking over the end of his sentence.

You smiled, pulling his bottom lip between your teeth. You tugged his boxers off completely and Dylan quickly stepped out of them, your hand never leaving his dick. You sped your hand up, sliding your thumb over his slit and Dylan's knees almost gave out. His hands shot to the table to steady himself and chuckled softly at him, kissing under his jaw and leaving a dark purple mark there.

"God if you keep doing that you're gonna make me cum," Dylan moaned, moving to hide his face in your neck, his teeth digging into his lip again You brought your other hand away from his hips, running your fingertips along the bottom of his cock and up to toy with his slit, the other hand still pumping him.

"That's kinda the point," You giggled. You kissed his shoulder as he jerked his hips into your hand. You stroked him with a faster, harder rhythm, kissing back up his neck.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," Dylan repeated, his thrusts chasing your hand movements. "I'm gonna cum, holy fuck! Y/N!" Dylan's hips rutted into your hand, his cum spilling into your palm. You kissed along his shoulder, using your clean hand to trace shapes on his back. Dylan pulled away from your neck, his lips red and swallow from biting them.

You gently ran your thumb across his bottom lip, before moving to his jaw and then kissing him softly. Dylan moved his hands up your thighs, tugging at your underwear. You lifted your hips helping him pull them down. He moved to rest on his knees, kissing up your legs.

Dylan ran two of his fingers from your slit to your clit, circling it with quick movements. "Fuckin' hell," You hissed, falling back on your hands, not missing the cocky smile Dylan gave you. Dylan slipped his fingers back down your slit, teasing you slowly. "Dylan I swear-" Dylan suddenly leant forward, taking your clit in his mouth. A hand shot to his hair, tugging it as Dylan rolled your clit against his tongue. His hand gripped your hip keeping you pressed against the table, his other slowly pushing two fingers inside you.

Moans and gasps slipped through your lips as Dylan steadily pumped his fingers into you, curling them at the knuckles making you clench around him. Dylan continued to assault your clit with his tongue, his thumb tracing circles into your hip. "Jesus, fuck me, holy- Fuck, feels so good," Your legs started to shake and Dylan pressed you harder into the wood table. "God Dylan, I'm gonna-"

Dylan moved his fingers in a beckoning motion, speeding up his movements. Dylan sucked harder on your clit and your orgasm washed over you. Your arms gave and your legs twitched as pleasure hushed through you. Dylan slowly pulled his fingers from you, working you through your orgasm.

Dylan pushed himself up, leaning over you and kissing you. His hands pressed beside your head, the other resting on your cheek. "Your so fucking gorgeous," Dylan whispered, pulling away from you ever so slightly. Your arms wrapped around his neck, Dylan helping you sit up. "Like god you're fucking perfect." You laughed softly, kissing Dylan again.

"Do you want to keep going-?" A shrill scream rang out, causing you both to jump slightly.

"What the fuck was that?"

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