#nick furcillo x male reader

[biggestxsimps]

could you do the quarry guys reacting to reader getting attacked by werewolves? can you also make it angsty, thank u!

A/N: ofc, thanks for the request! I tried to make it angsty, idk if I did it right though. Also I know it’s been a while since we’ve posted, we’ve both been caught up with our lives. After this, I hope to be able to post a little more frequently. Thank you for your patience!

Please be aware this fic contains: Mentions of blood, gore, violence and spoilers. 

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Ryan Erzahler:

He shouldn’t have let you come with him and Laura, you weren’t already infected like she was and neither had the desire to save Chris.

But no matter how he felt you persisted that you go with him.

You wanted to make sure he wouldn’t get harmed.

That brings us to now, Ryan’s been infected and you were on the hunt for Chris.

The three of you walked into a dark room, you stopping near the door with Ryan “How are you feeling?” You hold him up.

“I’ve been better.” He muttered.

Laura moved into the middle of the room “I think we found Chris.” she looked into the darkness.

You and Ryan follow Laura, seeing a werewolf Chris tied up to a pole.

Ryan was about to speak when Chris charged at us, breaking through the floor.

Chris was on top of you trying to maul you while Laura had just begun to transform.

Ryan ducked for the table, quickly grabbing the gun.

Laura jumped towards Travis, attempting to attack him.

Ryan looked over to the now werewolf Laura until he heard a blood-curdling scream. He whipped his head over to you, watching as your organs were ripped out of your torso.

He yelled as he lifted the gun, shooting Chris.

He watched as his manager dropped to the ground.

Laura had turned back and begun to thank Travis for sparing her while Ryan just dropped.

He held his now-dead lover in his shaking arms.

“I’m so sorry..” He muttered through broken sobs. “I shouldn’t have let you come.”

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Dylan Lenivy:

Ryan and Laura had just left for the Hackett house and Kaitlyn, Dylan, Abi and I had gone out to check if we could leave with the van.

The four of us made it to the van and Kaitlyn decided that Abi should hide in the bunker.

As she was walking down, the rest of us walked towards the van.

“I don’t know if it’s just me, but the van looks like it’s moving?” Dylan points out.

“You’re right.” Kaitlyn lifts the gun “Open the door.” she nudges you.

You cautiously walk over to the van, ghosting your hand over the handle, you look towards Kaitlyn as she nods your way.

You start to push down the handle when the door aggressively opens from the inside, throwing you far into the dirt.

You rush back to try and get behind Kaitlyn as the werewolf jumps towards you. You turn around, face to face with the werewolf as you yell for Kaitlyn.

“SHOOT IT!” Dylan yells.

Kaitlyn shakes as she tries to fix her aim onto the werewolf.

You cry out as its sharp teeth tear into you, ripping through your limbs.

“SHOOT IT KAITLYN!” Dylan screams before it tears into your torso, clawing out your organs.

Kaitlyn shoots the werewolf, a shivering screech being heard before it jumps and runs off into the woods.

Dylan can’t help but stare at your now lifeless and dismembered body. His heart dropping and his eyes watering at the sight.

He mutters a mantra of ‘No’ and ‘Please’ as he drops down beside your mutilated corpse.

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Jacob Custos:

(Maybe a bit too inspired by his interaction with Emma but that's alright)

You were walking around an unfamiliar part of the forest you had run into trying to shake off the werewolf on your tail.

You look around hoping to find someone or something to help you find somewhere safe to camp the night out.

It took a while but you eventually found a figure that looked human.

You ran to the figure, noticing it was Jacob upon getting closer.

He turns your way as you call out his name, remaining still as you hold onto him.

“You’re alive!” You exclaim, pulling away to look at him. Your hand resting on his cold cheek.

“No, I’m not?” He responds dryly. He pulls away, “I’m- I’m nothing..”

“What do you-” “Stop it!”

You take a step back as Jacob starts hysterically cry-laughing, words becoming incoherent.

His voice lowers and words start sounding more inhuman. 

You watch in horror as your boyfriend’s body bursts into blood, the familiar look of a werewolf now charging your way.

You scream as your body’s mauled by the man you loved. All noise stops as the sharp teeth rip into your neck, throwing your head off to the side. 

The sun rises and waking back up in his own body, Jacob sees the bleeding head of his lover, glancing at the torn corpse beside it.

He falls down beside you, moving to rest his head on your chest, tears falling down his cheeks as he whispers apologies to your deaf ears.

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Nick Furcillo:

You and Emma never got along but you never thought she would stoop this low.

Everyone knew that you and Nick had something going on, even if the two of you never outwardly said it.

You shake your head, maybe you were overreacting a bit.

You lift your gaze, cursing as you realize you have no idea where you are.

You turn around, trying to retrace your steps before you hear a faint voice calling out your name.

You smile as you recognize the Aussie’s unmistakable voice.

“Over here!” You call back. 

He pants as he stops in front of you.

“Sorry, got a little too serious for me.” You look off to the sky.

“Yeah, I understand.” He shoots a half smile, moving closer to you.

You look his way at the sound of the steps.

Your faces now inches apart and eyes locked together.

You both move closer before-

“HGGRRR”

Your heads turn, now being faced with a terrifying humanoid figure. 

“RUN!” You hear Nick yell before sprinting in the opposite direction of the beast.

You stand for a second before your legs find the strength to run.

You start turning and twisting through trees to try and trick it, somehow catching it off guard a couple times.

You drop down behind a rock, trying to hold your breath as you hear the ragged breathing and scratchy growls approach. 

Your head feels airy and your lungs feel like they’re going to explode, you can’t hold it any longer.

Tears start falling down your cheeks as you attempt to silently let your breath out, failing as you choke on the collected saliva in your mouth.

You hear a screech before it starts crawling towards you. 

You stumble on your feet before eventually pulling yourself up and running towards Nick.

You were so close.

Your body hits the ground as it jumps on your back, it’s clawed hands slamming your head into the dirt. 

“Y/N!” Nick screams, running towards you as the beast rips into your body.

The beast leaps onto him biting a chunk out of his leg before the sound of a gunshot echoed into his ears. 

He watched as it ran away, quickly glancing at your unmoving body before pushing himself backwards and wobbly running to the campfire.

Tears flowing as he collapses in front of the other counselors.

“Nick?! What hap-” “Y/N!” He frantically bawls. “I- He’s- Help him!” His choked out sobs becoming incoherent.

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A/N: Sorry if the pacing is weird or if it doesn't flow that well, I wrote these half-asleep. 

Masterlist

- Written by Owner 1

[blueghosthandsfriend]

Nick furcillo aesthetic mlm

[emylonline]

The Quarry Masterlist

Jacob Custos

-Fluff

-Smut

Nick Furcillo

-Fluff

-Smut

Ryan Erzahler

-Fluff

-Smut

Dylan Lenivy

-Fluff

-Smut

Max Brinly

-Fluff

-Smut

[spencerzakwrites]

masterlist

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priory/mostly write-✭

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bi han x reader- room full of people DNF

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OLD CHARACTERS

fred weasley

afraid of death

[anna1306]

Thank you, @the-faceless-bride ! A lot of tagging lately, I like it 😅

Currently reading: Interview with a vampire, A. Rice; Vicious, V. E. Schwab; Lore &Lust, K.Nikole (yes, I'm reading three books at a time)

Last song:

Last film: Scream (1996)

Currently working: on a lot of fics, in both languages, if we counting the first five that will be published here soon (I hope), it would be:

Travis Hackett x Reader, reverse comfort (you comfort him)

Little guy, Part 3

Poly!Lost Boys x Diabetic!Reader

Protective!Nick Furcillo x Reader

Thirst (Paul x Male!Reader)

I think, I'll tag... @britany1997 c:

Thank you so much for the tag @rottent33th *kiss* *kiss*

Currently Reading: (im not copying t33th i promise) a sweet little piece that she wrote for lil ol me *cries*

Last Song: The Worst In Me - Bad Omens

Last Film: Not a film but ive been binging Junji Ito's Maniac

Currently Working On: A real spicy Milo fic and a little statue kinda thing made out of MTG cards

tags with no pressure added: @6lostgirl6 @the-pinstriped-hood @devil-doll13 @soupbabe @bluecoolr @goldrose-star

<3

[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? 👀👀👀

[devine-star]

Short King!

Josh Washington, Connor (RK800), Gavin Reed, Jesse, Dylan Lenivy, Nick Furciilo x Male!Reader! (All seperate!) 

Warnings: Small sexual mentions, 

Note: decided to take this request and do it with a few of my favorites from each fandom I wrote for! This is a part one! If you’d like a part 2 let me know! 

Josh Washington (Until Dawn): 

-Josh LOVES your height!  -He is 6′ even himself so when he first meets you, he thinks you’re ADORABLE!  -That quickly changes when he sees how buff you truly are.  -Hiding it behind baggy and lose clothes, often others will think you’re just chunky.

-He knows the truth thought.  -LOVES when you two are wrestling (Not sexually, get your mind out of the gutter) and you EASILY pin him to ground or man handle him!  -WILL make jokes about you doing that in the bedroom but plays it off as a joke. -Follows you to the gym claiming its to “Watch your form” But in reality, just wants to see you bench press his weight.  -You would tease him CONSTANTLY about him watching you.  -He would go so far that he would trip on the tredmil and go flying almost half way across the gym.  -But Josh didn’t care! It led to you two back at the lodge with you patching up the few scrapes on his arms and legs. 

Connor (RK800, DBH):  -Doesn’t understand the height thing when it comes to humans. -”Why is height important?” He would ask this CONSTANLY when someone mentions they could never date someone shorter than him. -Admires your form anytime he can honestly, -You’re the main reason he became a deviant but he would NEVER admit that. -Just the way your muscles would press against your shirt as you moved things around the house or even just as you did yard work; it drove him CRAZY -Didn’t fully become deviant until the day the two of you were walking downtown -He went to cross the road and failed to see the car coming straight for him.  -Yelling his name you reach out, grabbing him -Almost lifting him over your head to get him out of the way.  -He sits on the ground as a blue blush covered his face as his eyes covered with red lines as a rush of new emotions filled him. 

Gavin Reed (DBH):  -A somewhat short king himself. -5′9 but tells everyone he’s 6′. -Constantly picks on you for your height but it’s only because he loves you! -Keeps his feelings hidden.  -”Gav, could you get that mug for me?” You would ask not knowing he put it up so high so you would need his help. -But the one, and only, time you asked Connor for help? Gavin is fuming! -Gavin has had his fair share of deviants getting away, why? Because he would be distracted by the way your thighs looked in your jeans as you ran.  -Always wants to sit on the other side of the interigation room, why? Because he wants to watch you go in there in a tank top to intimidate whoever was on the other side. -In a tank top, leaning against the table as you crossed your arms.  -He would be lying if he said he wouldn’t get a small rush of horny whenever you would slam your hands on the table to scare the person you were questioning. 

Jesse (The Last Of Us):  -Doesn’t care for height honestly  -Loves that when you hug him, your face in tilted into his neck.  -CONSTANTLY on edge when you two go on patrol and get ambushed by infected. -He loses you for a solid 10 minutes but once everything is killed, he can’t find you anywhere.  -Comes to find you under a table holding a gash in your hand.  -Panicking, thinking you were infected, he quickly pulls you from your hiding spot before seeing its just a gash from a bottle.  -”What happened?” Quickly pulling out his medical kit -”Oh..uh,” You chuckle while blushing “I busted a bottle due to how hard I was holding it,”  -SWOON!!! -He then convinces you that you need sparing lessons, only so he could be tossed around by you; shamlessly. 

Dylan Lenivy (The Quarry):  -TALL BF LOVES HIS SHORT BF!!!! -You first caught his eye when he brought his group of campers to the archary range.  -The heat of summer was nothing campred to the heat he felt watching you draw your arm back to aim the bow -Dylan even goes as far as to ‘tripping’ near you so you would catch him. -When everything started going down and Dylan sprained his ankle running; you had no issue or struggle picking him up bridal style to carry him back to the lodge.  -Even in the heat of the fight, you fighting a werewolf, fist to fist. He couldn’t stop his swooning.  -Hiding behind you was a THING for him.  -Just knowing how strong you were made him feel SO safe but he knew how rediculous it must look. 

Nick Furcillo (The Quarry):  -Mr. Furcillo is 6′2. The tallest in camp besides Dylan.  -He LOVES watching you teach the kids how to play guitar.  -Sitting there watching the way your muscles move under your skin as you pluck the strings and the way your hands looked; drove him INSANE.  -Now when everything went down and he was attacked; the wolf inside of him CRAVED you.  -Not just sexually.  -All the thoughts Nick had about the way it would feel to have you hold him close and just calm him down ran wild.  -Half of him hoping that when he was hurt that is what you would do.  -Right before he turned he demanded to see you.  -The way you sat on your knees next to him, reaching over to dab the sweat away gently.  -A rush of arousal and anger filled him when you shoved him off after he tried to pull you close to him. -Once everything was over and he found you again; apologies and tears were shared as you FINALLY took him into your arms. 

[dreamqueenkala]

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

Headcanon Series #2

The Male Counselors and their Kinks

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

MAX BRINLY

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

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

JACOB CUSTOS

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

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

RYAN ERZAHLER

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

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

NICK FURCILLO

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

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

DYLAN LENIVY

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

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

[despairots]

fight or flight , dylan lenivy.

you don’t actually believe you too are just friends who relate to eachother, right? wrong, you’re just friends, nothing more.

cw: angst, reader doesn’t know who he is, reader is a male, reader is self-awared, reader is [sexuality], reader bottles up their emotion, reader is a good actor, unrequited love (or is it?)

pairing: dylan lenivy x male!reader.

song to listen to … fight or flight by conan gray.

man, you hated this part; where everything you worked for was for nothing. you’re genuinely selfish for thinking you could have him as a friend, let alone a lover.

how could you ever think you could have a chance with him? you two were better off as bestfriends. i mean, it was so easily shown that dylan was into ryan, the glances to him and the constant flirting.

“this is activating my fight or flight.” you muttered to kaitlyn as your heart tugged, watching dylan willing kiss ryan, kaitlyn watched as you fiddled with your ring.

‘don’t cry, don’t cry.’ you sucked it up as you felt an empty feeling in your stomach as everyone oohed and clapped. you faked a smile as dylan sat back down, feeling all giddy.

“ew, affection.” you gagged as dylan jokingly rolled his eyes before nudging you, you felt yourself grow all giggle from the small touch; like igniting a fire.

“okay, [name] - truth or dare.” ryan asked you as you sat there wide eyed, “okaaaay, anything you ask me better not be some freaky, weird shit. truth.” you scoffed, “boo, you pussy.” “hardy har har.” you rolled your eyes at kaitlyn.

“do you have a crush on anybody?” he asked as everyone oohed at such a basic truth question, “mmm, absolutely not, nice try though.” you took a sip from your drink.

“i call bullshit!”

jacob called out as you glared at him, “ooh, you kiss your mom with that mouth?” you crossed your legs as kaitlyn chuckled. “oh come on, you HAVE to have a crush.” kaitlyn insisted.

“i used, used, to have a crush on someone.” ‘and it’s someone here.’ you lied as you empathized the used, “gasp, you’ve never told me this?” dylan dramatically gasped with a hand on his heart. you scoffed with smile.

“is it a boy?”

“very basic emma, next!” you joked before jacob said something, “i bet it’s dylan.” dylan snapped hsi head towards you as you furrowed your eyebrows, “wrong. he’s just my bestfriend, and plus why would i snatch ryan’s man? wow jacob.”

you faked as the more you lied, the more closed you are to breaking down and you do not want dylan to you like that.

dylan lightly got hurt from just-a-friend mention, “okaay, sure, whatever you say, [name].” jacob didn’t believe as you grew irritated.

the game went longer before you felt sick to your stomach, “i’ll be back.” you placed your drink down before leaving, “hey- [name] it’s dangerous out there, you know that, right?” nick shouted for but you waved it off.

before you knew it, you were down at the dock trying to hold back the tears that threatened to come out, “fuck. stop crying, stop crying, stop crying.” why’d you have to fall in love?

love… such beautiful word yet a word that can bring somethings to destruction.

you heard heavy breathing and footsteps behind making you wipe your eyes quickly and taking a big deep breath before you saw a familiar figure sit down beside.

“hi, jacob.”

“hi.” you noticed the way his mouth quivered and his eyes watering, “are you okay? what happened?” you asked as you placed a comforting a hand on his shoulder.

“when i thought emma still had feelings for me, she went a full on french kissed nick, abigail ran off and so did i.” jacob explained as you pitied him.

“jacob, i’m so sorry.” “no, no, it’s fine. i shouldn’t have chased her.” he shaked off.

“i wish i could accept something like that easily.” jacob furrowed his eyebrows, “easily?” “yeah.” you sniffled as jacob noticed the way you bite your lips and eyes fluttering with water.

“[name]? you’re crying…”

“yeah- yeah, i know.” you didn’t bother jacob seeing you about to breakdown, you wanted someone, just someone, to know who you really are but that’s the thing, you don’t know who you are.

“what’s wrong?” you sadly smiled, “can’t tell you that.” you whispered as you continued to sniffle, “come here.” he opened his arms as you scooted closer to jacob, accepting his hug.

and as soon he wrapped his arms around you, you broke down.

[dumps-write]

Aftermath: Side Effects

Dylan Lenivy x Male Reader

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Dyl...”

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

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

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

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

Dylan's bloody face showed a regretful expression.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You tapped Dylan’s chest softly.

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

“You smell so...”

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

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

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

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

“Dyl? Dylan? DYLAN!”

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

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

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

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

“See?” her mouth projecting suspiciously at Dylan.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Kay'” he mumbles before leaving.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hey, babe?”

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

“Why do werewolves separate themselves from friends?”

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

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

“It's not mating season!”

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

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

“Really?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Fine, fine.” you hum in agreement.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Dylan could barely look at your dissatisfaction.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Just get the towels!” you shouted.

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

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

You immediately covered yourself with a blanket.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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“NO! DYL! I swear to go—”

[hyperfigations]

Male!Reader struggling to get his laptop turned on to work on a project, Dylan notices them struggling and finally reveals his actual interest to the reader and fixes their problem, resulting in reader being happy to get to know the actual dylan

A/N: Sorry this took so long 😭😭 getting back into writting is so hard. And getting back to being good at writing is even harder. This isn't my greatest piece LMAO but I hope you enjoy it anyways!

Technowizard

(Dylan x M!Reader)

Summary: Dylan lets Reader get to know him better.

Words: 1,452

TW: None

    It was kind of funny, the way he looked at you. His face was twisted in confusion which quickly turned into a playful annoyance. If it wasn’t for your urgency to get your crap done, you would have started teasing him about his “kicked puppy” look. 

 “Mr.H let you keep your laptop?” He groans.Your lips pursed whilst exhaling slowly.

“Only for like an hour, Dylan,” You roll your eyes. “He’s just letting me finish this stupid college application.”

“That is so lame,”

“Dylan,” You sigh. “Is that a yes or no?”

“For what?”

“Dylan!”

“OHHHHHH, about using the station? Um, yeah, you can but on one condition.”

You give him a look, one that could kill, but he returned it back. The clock was ticking and all you want to do was to get this shit done so you could go back to your job. 

“I gotta keep an eye on you. Ya know, can’t trust anyone after the Jacob Incident,” Dylan shrugs, crossing his arms over his chest. You scoff out a dry chuckle, remembering a few weeks before when Jake lost a bet with Nick and it ended with him breaking into the station and 2 PA speakers blown. Poor Dylan spent nearly every early morning trying to get those speakers up and running again. “Never again,” He had claimed after fixing up the last speaker. 

Ever since, Dylan was way overprotective of the radio station. He wouldn’t even let Jacob even glance its way. 

“Ugh, Jake ruins everything,” You grumble grumpily. Dylan smirks slightly, gently pushing you with his elbow.

“Don’t worry, I’m not like… ‘babysitting’ you. Think of it as us hanging out but Im like watching your every move making sure you don’t mess anything up,” 

You blink at your fellow counselor, staring at him.

“Fine. But you can’t distract me, I really have to get this thing done,”

“Yeah, I am known for being incredibly distracting,” He winks at you. You couldn’t help but chuckle slightly, shaking your head. 

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The radio hut was honestly one of the more peaceful places at camp. Secluded and silent, away from all the screaming campers. Even though this is only your second time in there, you noticed a considerable difference from your first. You couldn’t help but remember how garbage this place looked before. Wood planks, trash scattered all over the ground and it was splinter city. When Dylan and you first scouted out the station, you had been pulling splinters out of your fingers for days. After the first time, you vowed never to step back in there but it wasn’t so bad now. Dylan put all his love into it. And it definitely paid off. It looked a hell of a lot better than it did before. 

“Damn, Dylan. Nice job,” You complemented, looking around in approval. Dylan looked a little shocked by your comment, but a bashful smile creeped up on his lips. He looked down, his shoulders going up slightly. 

“Y-yeah, thanks. It was nothing. Just cleaned it up a bit,”

“Since when were you ever humble? It looks great.” 

Dylan smiles even wider. You sit down on the chair in front of the radio, placing your laptop on the wooden table. A sigh escaped your lips as you opened it up. Dylan makes himself comfortable by leaning on the table facing you. His head tilted ever so slightly as he looks over you curiously. You could feel his eyes on you, but you decided to ignore it. You really need to get this thing finished, and you probably only had 45 minutes left to do so. 

“So what college-”

“Dylannn, I said you couldn’t distract me.” You huff. 

Dylan barks out a laugh, “Sorry.”

The computer lit up with the start-up screen, playing a small little jingle to let you know it's awake. Although your computer wasn’t exactly ‘a new model’ it had always done the job. Sure, it took a little slow to get to where you wanted it to go, but it was a small price to pay for a cheap laptop. Except this time… the start-up screen wasn’t budging. Your lips curve downward as you stare at the screen. Your fingers drift over the keyboard, pressing every button you think would help to make it go faster. Alas, nothing was working. “What the fuck-” you mumbled below your breath. 

In the corner of your eyes, you catch Dylan trying to chuckle quietly to himself. You glare at him, “What.” 

“I’m sorry but the 90s called and they want their computer back, man,” He laughs.

“Would you shut up, I’m trying to get this working, jerk,”

“You’re never gonna get it to work by just button mashing,”

Your face scrunched up in aggravation as you pushed away from the computer in Dylan’s rolling chair, gesturing toward your computer. “Fine. If you’re suuuccch an expert, why don’t you do it.”

Dylan looks at you, then the computer. He shrugs slightly and puts himself imbetween. The hut was caught in silence. Nothing to be heard except the outdoors, the clacking of your keyboard and the low humming of Dylan as he concentrated. You watch him from the back but curiosity  began to take over. You roll the chair to the left to get a view of the screen. You expect your computer to still be stuck in its limbo but it… was already fixed? It was on your homescreen!

    Dylan glances behind himself and gives you the most cocky look you’ve ever seen. The smirk on his face was confident and lop-sided. You were completely speechless. It took him, what? Maybe like 2 minutes to fix your computer. 

    “Um… what the fuck just happened,” You finally got out. 

Dylan smiles proudly at you, “Just my techno magic, are you impressed?”

You were. You were incredibly impressed.

"No." 

A lie. A bald faced lie.

He knew you were lying because his smile grew wider. More cocky.

"Okay, I'll bite," You sigh. "How did you know how to fix it?" 

Dylan rolls his eyes ever so slightly, chuckling. "I fixed up the Hut and I fixed the PA speakers. This computer was nothing," 

"Dylan. I mean, how did you like… do all that though." 

He looks at you, a little shocked. No one really was interested in "the how" he does what he does. He just… does. That's all anyone needs to know. But you wanted to know more. His heart began to speed up at this thought. 

"Oh. Um… well," Dylan says, turning around back to your computer. So he didn't have to look you in the eyes. It was as if he was embarrassed. You stood up from the rolly chair, sauntering over to where he was to get a better view of him. Dylan's eyes avert you at all costs, making you frown just a little. 

"I mean, I've always kind of.. been into it, I guess?"

"So, you wanna go into techie stuff in the future?"

You stare at him, all ears, as if telling him to continue. Dylan sighs and hesitantly goes on, "Tech is like great and all but I dont know… I guess I kind of want to go into…"

Your whole body wiggles in anticipation, making Dylan's awkward frown become an amused smirk. 

"Quantum Phsyics. Or whatever…"

The silence was completely loud. The chirps of the birds keeping it from being completely quiet. Dylan takes a peak at your expression, which is in total shock. 

"Yeah, I know it's kinda dum-"

"DUMB?!" You interrupt. "THAT QUITE LITERALLY IS THE OPPOSITE OF DUMB." 

"Yeah but-"

"DYLAN!!!" 

Dylan becomes a little surprised when you tippy toe up to throw your hands on his shoulders, squeezing them affectionately.

"That's so amazing man!" 

He stares down into your eyes for just a second longer than he had intended to, butterflies swirling in his tummy. 

"You think so?"

"Dude, that's literally the coolest thing! Im like dead ass being serious."

"Haha," Dylan chuckles, suddenly feeling extremely small. 

He falls quiet, staring at his feet.

"...Dyl?"

"Yeah?"

"You don't have to hide who you are with me, you know that right?"

"........yeah."

You cared. You actually cared enough to ask. Even better, you didn't shy away from him? Even when he showed his Dylan Dylan side. Oh god… he feels his palms became sweaty, his heart was racing at the speed of light.

 In that moment, he realized, he liked you. He really, really liked you.

He always flirted of course but this was it. This was the period of an already written sentence. Dylan liked you so, so much.

"U-um, anyways, you should get that application done… right?"

"OH SHIT, YEAH!"

[01rocketboy01]

Would anyone be interested in The Quarry content? Cause I’ve been thinking about writing for it and/or sharing some of my thoughts and analyses, but idk if anyone wants to hear about it.

[emylonline]

Masterlist

Stranger Things

The Quarry

[kimokikrash]

So I’ve been thinking of some fic ideas for the quarry and what If, hear me out you guys, what if I did some Christmas head cannons for all the characters? 👀 cause I don’t know about you guys but I can’t help but wonder what Travis and Dylan would be like during the holiday season cx

If you guys are interested in Christmas headcannons please let me know! I definitely wanna write some fluffy shit for all the characters!

[riosquarry]

（ʚɞ） RIO CAÑERO . . !

© 2022 ━ the quarry.

ꔛ﹅ ۰ ۰ ۰ 一 ♡﹕𝒅. 𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒚 !

RIO CAÑERO ❨ nicknamed RIVER by those who never even attempted to pronounce his name ❩ could not hate his punishment of staying in HACKETT’S QUARRY for the summer any more than he currently did now; babysitting a bunch of ungrateful brats was one thing, but dodging his newfound feelings for fellow camp counselor DYLAN LENIVY while avoiding getting killed by what seemed to be an extremely hungry WEREWOLF was way above his pay grade.

（ʚɞ） CRUEL SUMMER . . !

© 2022 ━ table of contents.

ꔛ﹅ ۰ ۰ ۰ 一 ♡﹕ 𝒅𝒚𝒍𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒚 !

▐   001. HACKETT’S QUARRY FOREVER!   ⇲

CHAPTER ZERO — BEST SUMMER OF OUR LIVES!

CHAPTER ONE — TBD

CHAPTER TWO — TBD

▐   002. TRUTH OR DARE!   ⇲

▐   003. TROUBLE IN PARADISE!   ⇲

▐   004. DON’T PANIC!   ⇲

▐   005. WHITE NOISE!   ⇲

▐   006. PRAYERS BY NIGHT!   ⇲

▐   007. THE PAST BEHIND US!   ⇲

▐   008. THE BELLY OF THE BEAST!   ⇲

▐   009. THE MATRIARCH!   ⇲

▐   010. BRICKS AND MORTAR!   ⇲

[dreamqueenkala]

I saw opportunity and had to take it 🤭 personally felt like I had to make this one a little gay but I can make one with a female partner too if this one is liked enough

BLISS

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Warnings: P*rn without Plot; Mentions of Overstimulation; Mentions of Marking; Mentions of Mutliple Org*sms

Male Reader x Jacob Custos

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Jacob grunted as the male beneath him clenched around his girth, pressing his back harder against the tile walls, the shower head raining rapidly cooling water over both of them. His fingers were grasping his jaw, palm placed over his lips as the guy spluttered and mewled into his hand. His pupils were blown as he glared deep into the males eyes, grinning an almost evil smile, his tongue gliding over his teeth.

“You like how deep I fuck you, huh, babe?” Jacob cooed, dark eyes taking in his boyfriends flustered expression, his smaller hands clawing at his back and the wall desperately. His hips snapped up harshly against the others, a squeal of ecstasy muffled against his palm that had the ravenette chuckling. “Yeah you do.”

“Bet you can cum a third time before I cum, babe. Yeah? You wanna cum again?” Reaching down, he fisted the smaller boys own cock with a growl, pressing a kiss to his throat where he’d already thoroughly marked his skin. “Shhh, gotta stay quiet, baby. Don’t wanna get caught.”

The male squealed and whined desperately beneath the appendage draped over his mouth, thighs quivering around Jacob’s hips and his eyes filled with overstimulated tears. Fucked to bliss, his nails dug deep into Jacob’s shoulders, adding to the pretty pink and white lines that already painted his muscled flesh. Jacob’s grin widened and a throaty laugh bubbled in his throat, his hand suddenly wet and warm, a thin sheen of translucent liquid dribbling down his partners chin and over his wrist.

“I fuck you so good, don’t I, babe? Fuck you stupid, huh? Cum again, baby, and maybe…maybe I’ll cum inside.” The males muffled whimpers and pleas for release encouraged Jacob as his thrusts picked up pace, his back and ass growing more bruised form the battering against the wall with every buck of his lovers hips.

Jacob was sure he’d have to carry his boyfriend home again after that workout.

One again thinking of Jacob. Fucking his partner in the gym locker room shower. Hand over their mouth while he fucks them ruthlessly. Hoping he fucks them just hard enough to make them whine and moan through his hand while pretending he doesn't want them to make a sound. Bonus points if he manages to fuck them so hard they start to drool through his hand 💦😏