#ryan erzahler 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. 

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[boozenboze]

Ryan Erzahler x Male reader

Summary: Ryan and M/n are both glad that one of them brought a portable fm radio.

Females She/Her and She/They DNI

It was a normal day at Hacketts Quarry summer camp. The counselors were already one month in on their summer job and it was already late in the evening. M/n could be seen walking around the camp, taking in the smells of the outdoors. He was going back to his cabin, one that he shared with Jacob and Ryan. Upon his entrance a football just barely missed his face, and he knew exactly who it was.

“Holy shit-dude I am so sorry.” Jacob said as he approached the male and grabbed the football that was behind him.

“Your back late, what were you doing.” The jock said as the h/c haired male huffed.

“You know damn well what I was doing Jacob, hard headed kids don’t know how to play nice.” He complained as the other male nodded his head slowly, slowly making his way out of the door.

“Yeah ok um... so I gotta go settle some things with Mr. Hackett so....yeah.” Jacob said awkwardly as he stepped out. M/n rolled his eyes in annoyance while grabbing his earbuds. He kicked his shoes off before plopping himself onto his bunk. He huffed for a moment before clicking a button to switch the station the radio had been on. After a few moments of silence some soft music began playing through his earbuds, which led to him sighing in content. He closed his eyes as the sound of the ac reverbing lulled him to sleep.

Timeskip

Ryan was just now finishing up with the campers at the dock. He loved them all he did, but they could be a handful. Especially when they were curious about every little thing. He was now walking back to towards the cabins and pulled out his phone. When he clicked the on button he was unfortunately met with zero bars.

“You’ve gotta be kidding.” He muttered to himself as he shoved his phone back in his pocket. He was planning on listening to a nee podcast that had been announced earlier that day. Upon his arrival to the cabin, he saw Jacob sitting by the campfire with Emma, who looked as if she hadn’t wanted to be there.

Ryan shook his head in pity as he walked inside, the smell of a yankee candle burning filled his senses. He shut the door behind him before approaching M/n, whose earbuds started playing a podcast. Ryan took one of the earbuds and put it in his ear, being met with Bizarre Yet Bone-I-Fied.

His face lit up at the familiar voice of the broadcaster, and he kicked his shoes off before cuddling next to M/n. The h/c haired male had woken up from the sudden weight on his chest, and chuckled when he saw Ryan with one of his earbuds inserted into his own. He guided one of his hands to the males curly hair and massaged it, causing the brown skinned male to look up.

“When’d you get here?” M/n questioned as Ryan looked at him with his chocolate brown eyes.

“Not to long ago, I heard about little Izzy is she alright?” Ryan asked with concern in his tone, wondering how what had happened earlier that day.

“She’s alright... damn brats tried taking her toy and they tripped her when she refused.” The medic explained as Ryan huffed in disappointment.

“They got in trouble though, they had to stay behind in the lunch hall and clean everything. That should teach them something, knowing how nasty the place gets.” M/n spoke while chuckling at the thought of those kids faces when having to clean the spilled food.

“Yeah..I bet they won’t do it again.” Ryan remarked as he layed his head on M/n’s chest. The two young adults indulged in the current moment they were both experiencing. It was comforting, knowing that at the end of the day they could always go to each other to relax. Ryan closed his eyes, allowing himself to focus on the broadcast. M/n on the other hand stared at the ceiling while wondering.

“How did I manage to be with the brooding loner.”

[emylonline]

The Quarry Masterlist

Jacob Custos

-Fluff

-Smut

Nick Furcillo

-Fluff

-Smut

Ryan Erzahler

-Fluff

-Smut

Dylan Lenivy

-Fluff

-Smut

Max Brinly

-Fluff

-Smut

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

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bi han x reader- room full of people DNF

kenshi x male!reader- society sucks DNF

APEX LEGENDS-

bloodhound✭, catalyst, crypto, fuse✼, horizon, lifeline, loba, mirage✭, octane✭, rampart, revenant, valkyrie, vantage, wattson✼

octane dating headcannons

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pezzy x reader- insomnia

droid x tall!reader

pezzy x fem!reader- jealousy

dad!puffer x reader- DNF

droid x reader- “im sorry for being like this.” DNF

pezzy x reader- streaming DNF

blarg x reader- vacation hcs DNF

OVERWATCH

ashe, cassidy✭, d.va, genji✼, hanzo✼, junkrat✭, lucio✭, mercy, reaper✭, soldier 76✼, widowmaker

there’s nothing here!

THE QUARRY NO LONGER WRITE

ryan erzahler✼, dylan lenivy✭, jacob custos✭, emma mountebank, nick furcillo✼, kaitlyn ka, abigail blyg, man brinly✭, laura kearney

there’s nothing here!

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OLD CHARACTERS

fred weasley

afraid of death

[servicenonsense]

How THE FUCK is there no Ryan Erzahler x male reader fics?? WHAT IS WRONG WITH HIM 😭 this fandom disappoints me

[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.

[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.

[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!

[jambo-rat]

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Requests are: open

Boundaries

Do not nag me about your request. I am my own person and I have a life. I will upload it when I can

I will post non to very little fem!readers. It actively makes me uncomfortable. You can go and find more elsewhere

NO INCEST. It's flat out disgusting and weird. It makes me and other people uncomfortable. If you ask you will be blocked

I'll mostly write x readers. That's currently what I'm into and what my writing style is. If I see a really good idea I might but otherwise I will not.

I will not get to all of the requests. This is because it's overwhelming. I will take ideas and do a good chunk but don't expect yours to be done.

What I will write

I'll write in headcannon or fic form

I'll write one shots or full stories if I'm motivated enough

I will write Smut if requested but some fandoms are strictly SFW

Will write my hyperfixations which currently is/are:

Spiderman/the Spiderverse (sfw)

Resident Evil (nsfw + sfw)

Detroit become human (nsfw + sfw)

DC (nsfw + sfw)

Baldurs Gate 3 (nsfw + sfw)

X-Men (Nsfw + sfw)

Fallout

First, second or third person.

My master list

A little bit about the author ((:

That's all I can think of now, please send in your requests and be patient with me. Love you and have a great day

[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 💦😏

[biggestxsimps]

Lost Lover

Any of ‘The Quarry’ Boys x Male Reader

A/N: This can be read with any of The Quarry boys, this is meant to be in Y/N’s POV but I guess the character of your choice also works. I’m not sure if this counts as angst, but I tried my best.

There are a lot of mentions of blood, death, gore and hallucinations. Please be wary and don’t read this fic if the content is too harsh!

You couldn’t believe he was gone. It felt like just yesterday the cops were pulling you away from your lover’s deformed corpse. His blood staining your hands and clothes as all you could smell was what remained of him.

You still smelt it now, having spent so many hours in those crimson-filled clothes gave you enough time to commit it to memory. You often smelt it on nights like this.

Cold. Dark. Silent. 

You feel the sticky blood crawl its way over your arms, it irks you how real it felt. Just like that night. Your eyes begin to fog, vision becoming indefinable as it grows dark, the blurred corpse of your former lover appearing. Your clothes feel tight, compressing your chest. It gets harder to breathe as the rotting smell fills your lungs. You gasp, voice hoarse as you try to regain composure.

The body beside you starts to become more visible, every gorey detail visible on his tormented face. Your heart aches as he lies there, lifeless. Your eyes swell with tears, the drops falling in abundance as you stare at him, unable to look away. 

You watch as his eyes shoot open, your heart leaping out of your throat as he starts to stand, unbalanced and deformed. You can’t help but feel a little joyous, seeing him alive, as mangled as he may be.

Until the screaming starts.

A blood-curdling screech rips from his throat. Blood follows as it drips down his neck, the screams turning into loud gurgling as he starts to drown in his own blood. His scarred arm lifts, his torn-apart finger pointing right at you. The gurgling stops, a few strained coherent words falling from his tongue. 

“This is all your fault-”

The sound of a door breaks you out of your trance.

“Y/N..” It’s a hushed voice, a familiar one. “Is it happening again?” You dig your head into your hands, wiping the tears flowing down your cheeks as you mutter. “Yeah.. yeah…” The bed dips as you feel the girl take a seat beside you, her hand rubbing against your arm as she whispers comforting words.

A/N: We’ve got a couple of our longest fics coming out soon (Hopefully this week) Including a Part 2 to the Hogwarts Legacy Yule Ball fic! All feedback is appreciated, I rarely write angst and I’m not all to good at it.

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- Written by Owner 1

[emylonline]

Masterlist

Stranger Things

The Quarry

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☆ The Quarry Masterlist

• You can always leave requests for these characters •

Emma Mountebank:

- Late night swim (x female/non-male reader)

- Summer fling (x female/non-male reader)

- How they would kiss you (x female/non-male reader)

Abigail Blyg:

- Love in the storm shelter (x female/non-male reader)

- How they would kiss you (x non-male reader)

Kaitlyn Ka:

- Truth or Dare (x female/non-male reader)

- Infected love (x female/non-male reader)

- Take my breath (x female/non-male reader)

- How they would kiss you (x non-male reader)

Laura Kearney:

- Dating Headcanons

- How they would kiss you (x non-male reader)

Ryan Erzahler:

- Podcast (x gn-reader)

- What he finds attractive in a person ~ headcanons

Dylan Lenivy:

(only male/non-female reader due to him being a gay character)

- Someone Else (x male/non-female reader)

- Campfire (x male/non-female reader)

Nick Furcillo:

- nothing yet

Jacob Custos:

- Sneak Out (x male/non-female reader)

Max Brinly:

- nothing yet

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If you’re interested in any other characters from The Quarry, you can leave a request

[dreamqueenkala]

OVERHEARD

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

Male Reader x Jacob Custos

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're fucking with me."

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

"Don't be a dick."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[dreamqueenkala]

ENOUGH

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

Male Reader x Dylan Lenivy

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

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

“Why?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“D-Dylan—“

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

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

“Good boy.”

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

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

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

“Language. What do we say, baby boy?”

“S-Sorry Sugar.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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