#nick: 'hanging out with your smartest and funniest friend'

[glimeres]

Following my "Ayo Edebiri and Rachel Sennott should play Leo Bloom and Max Bialystock in a The Producers Revival" post with:

Rachel Sennott and Ayo Edebiri should TOTALLY play Nigel and Nick Bottom in a Something Rotten! Revival.

Just picture Sennott absolutely letting loose with this song - with her raspy voice and her late millennial swag:

[dreamqueenkala]

JOKESTER

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

Male Reader x Dylan Lenivy

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Hi."

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

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

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

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

"(N/N)..."

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

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

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

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

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

"I need to prep you, Dyl."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

My little jokester.

[the-writing-mobster]

Baby Face | Chapter 9 • Icarus

Hypocrite. Sans was such a hypocrite. 

Jonas growled under his breath as strapped on his boxing gloves. He pretends to be all high and mighty but really he's just as perverted as the people he judges. 

Just because he was eighteen and worked at some crumby restaurant. Just because he was applying to MIT. Just because everyone listened to him, treated him like the smartest person… the funniest person… the most attractive. 

His fist cracked into the punching bag and he snarled. The bag swung back and he growled at the inconvenience. Being a Lycan meant raw strength and power. He braced himself for the swing back and it collided with his open arms. 

“Need someone to hold that?” 

Jonas glanced up to see… Well look who it is. “Well hello there, Lover boy.” 

Doug grimaced, his ears falling back. Touchy subject? 

“Did I hit a nerve?” he quipped, his dark brows rising with boyish charm. Doug chuckled darkly and shook his head. 

“That… didn't end up happening,” he murmured as the barrage of punches hit the bag. Their doggish snarls echoed throughout the gym, and Jonas couldn't help but notice the humans leaving one by one. Fuckin asses. 

He shot Doug a look. Ah, I get it. He growled. Fucking Sans. Ruining everything for the rest of us with his fuckin— He pivoted back before cracking the bag with a powerful fist. Doug grunted from the force. 

“Let me guess. You weren't her type?” 

“Guess not. But that's in the past, I'm over it—”

“—Like hell you are!” snarled Jonas as Doug muttered in his defeat. Doug glanced up with alarm at the forceful words. 

“What? She friendzoned me man!” 

“Only because that jackass is keeping her on a string without committing! Hoarding her from everyone el— you. From you.” Doug raised a brow and narrowed his amber eyes. 

“Do… I don't believe this, am I that much of a sucker that I fell for the most sought after girl at this school?” Jonas gritted his teeth at the accusation. He was just glad his fur was thick and dark and hid the heat flushing to his cheeks. 

“You kidding? I'm not into humans… But yeah I'd say you kind of played yourself with that one bud,” he grumbled. It's not like he'd go for it. Sans would kill him. Literally kill him if he did. 

But out of all these humans in this school, there was no one quite like that girl… 

Her long legs, lean, muscular thighs, a nice ass too… It was obvious she worked out. She was probably super flexible from the fact she was a dancer, and that alone was exciting. And really… God he really did like humans. Humans were gorgeous. And she was something on an entirely different level. 

“Are you hungry or something?” grumbled Doug. It was only then that Jonas realized he'd been salivating and he choked. 

“Yeah, I haven't had lunch and the thought of sinking my teeth into a good roast beef sandwich is really getting to me… but that's besides the point!” He waved his hands and grinned sheepishly, which was ironic, for a wolf. 

“You deserve that girl, Doug. Hell, she seemed super into you, if it weren't for the reaper.”

“Aren't you friends with said Reaper?” 

Jonas frowned. Of course they were friends. And sometimes friends had a way of getting under your skin more than any chick, demeaning parent or stranger on the street. It was because Sans was his friend that Jonas loathed him so much. And admired him. Wanted to be him. As charismatic, as intimidating, as funny and likable. And it was because he was friends with Sans that no one would notice him! 

“Yeah, we're pals, but I think he can be an ass sometimes. Forget it. You like this girl right?” Doug quirked a brow. 

“I thought I did, but I don't like wasting my time.” 

“What about the chase is time wasting? It's the best part. That's why she's enthralled with my boy, right? He keeps her on that chase? You've got to get her chasing you!” 

“How?” 

“I'll help you! Wanna hear a secret?” 

Doug's ears perked up and he glanced at Jonas as he doubled over and panted to catch his breath. “...Sure…” he murmured. 

Jonas grinned and put his hands on his head. “She was pretty upset when you dropped her. Super torn up about it. That's what Nick said.” 

Doug tried to ignore the fact that that knowledge gave him a sick sense of satisfaction. He shook it off. 

“So?” 

Jonas chuckled and tore off his gloves with his teeth. “So… tell her you're ready to be friends with her again. Then she'll hang out with you more instead of him. That way, he won't be able to fuck around with her feelings, and you'll have her to yourself. Make sure to tell me all about it.” And don't leave out any detail. 

Was it weird to live vicariously through a younger Lycan's dating life? Maybe. Did Jonas care? No. Because if Sans could cozy up to a freshman, give her rides home any time she needed, take her on graffiti trips with Nick… Then all deals were off. 

“Ok… I… I will. I'll uh, I'll invite her to my hockey game this Friday.” 

“Attaboy. Just, uh, whatever you do, don't take her to the movies.” Doug chuckled wryly and shook his head. 

“Or Grillby's.” 

“Fucking never take her to Grillby's!”