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thefanficmonster · 2 years

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Ever Heard of Knocking?!

Max Brinly x Reader (AFAB Non-binary, They/Them pronouns used) [The Quarry]

Warnings: Mentioned (not described) nudity, Swearing

Genre: Fluff, Humor

Summary: Max’s omission of the basic etiquette of entering rooms lands him and Y/N in a curious predicament.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your request, hope I captured what you wanted! Love, Vy ❤

As someone with a strong respect for your wardrobe, you’ll begrudgingly admit the slim pickings you’ve gotten stuck with when it comes to outfits. There’s only so many risks you’re willing to take with your clothes and getting a beloved article dirty during a hike is not one of them. One might wonder why you even brought something so sacred to a damn summer camp but you wouldn’t be able to answer. You’re asking yourself the same question. Hell, you have at least three shirts you wouldn’t let anyone even breathe on let alone wear them out in the wilderness. You’d never sentence your clothes to death like that, you’re no monster.

You let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as you weigh your losses. Considering your typical outfits of choice for outdoorsy activities are in the laundry room still, you have no other option than to send someone after them.

A moment’s thought offers you a solution: Abi. She was sitting on the stairs outside the cabin when you made the short dash from the showers back to your cabin. If there’s anyone you can rely on with your clothes, it’s her.

However, just as you turn on your heel with the intention of peeking your head out the door to call out to Abi, it’s flung open, causing you to jump back, the towel wrapped around you slipping ever so slightly before your hands instinctively catch it, saving too much from being shown.

Before you stands a now paled but still crimson-cheeked Max whose brain just so decides to pick this very moment to betray him and malfunction, levaing him frozen and slack-jawed.

At least until you screech: “Do you mind?!”

You can just about see the gears turning in that head of his as he processes what you’re insinuating, “Oh! Oh, r-right!” He barely maintains his balance with the speed at which he whirls around to face the outdoors. That’s when he also draws the conclusion to close the door so no wandering campers can stumble upon the scene and make it worse than it already is.

You mutter curses to yourself as you grab the first pair of pants and the first shirt that finds itself under your palm, “Ever heard of knocking, damn it?!”

“I wanted to scare you!“ Max, bless his heart, sounds distressed and guilty to the point you’re surprised he hasn’t taken off running yet.

“Oh, well isn’t that great! Weak defense, Max!“ You bite back, masking your bright burning embarrassment with faux anger.

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I really am!“ He cries out. Peeking over at him from your task of getting dressed, you can see that the tips of his ears and the back of his neck are a fiery red, probably the same color as his cheeks right now. You can’t help the smile that threatens to creep up onto your face at how cute and endearing you find it even though you yourself are drowning in the need to turn into a turtle and crawl back into your shell and sleep for a long time.

“You can turn around now.“ You sigh, adjusting your freshly applied clothing as he waddles around to face you like an awkward penguin, “And although your apology has been accepted, I will exploit your remorse and ask you for a favor. Is that cool?“

He nods frantically, “Yes, of course, anything....”

“Great, ok.“ Two birds, one stone, you think to yourself, “Would you be a dear and make a dash to the laundry room and pick up my clothes. Basket number ten.“ Although you make sure to emphasize the number, a part of you can imagine that in this frenzy, poor Max has a grand chance of forgetting and grabbing the first basket he comes across. The thought nearly makes you laugh.

“Of course. On it.“ He replies without a second to spare, his mouth dry with embarrassment still as he quickly struts out of the cabin. However, just when you think he’s gone, he pops his head back in, “That’s a great shirt, don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear it.”

Instinctively, you look down at your band tee, “Oh, thanks. You like them too?”

“Sure do!” He replies with his signature warm and charming Max smile, “Though it would probably help if you didn’t wear it on backwards.“

Wha-shit!

Yeah, the shirt is very backwards. How you didn’t notice the tag sticking out front is a mystery. Wait, no, it’s not. It’s not that outlandish considering your crush almost saw you naked.

“Shut up, Brinly!“ You can keep the smile off your face only for so long, it’s always like that with Max.

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mo0nfairy · 2 years

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( 📦 ) . . . 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘆𝗲𝘁.

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emmamountebanks · 8 months

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this silly guy is everything to me

#it’s so max brinly coded… imagine that #skyler gisondo #the quarry

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bloatedandalone04 · 1 year

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➪the one where you and max get bored while waiting for the sun to rise. (requested-ish)

Warnings: unprotected sex, car sex, public sex (kinda), swearing, kissing (omg), smut, the quarry related topics, oral (f receiving), over stimulation (if you squint with one eye and close the other)

Word Count: 3.5k

“We’re lost,” you say for the third time.

“We are not,” Max muttered, taking one hand off the wheel to reach beside you. He fumbled around, feeling for the map he stuffed in the panel earlier today. He let out a frustrated groan as he gave up, motioning for you to get it instead.

“We are so,” you reply, stifling a laugh at his clear discomfort as you grab the map with ease.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” he said, nodding at the map. “You read, I drive, that was the plan, remember? So, if we are lost, you’re just as much to blame as me.”

Shaking your head, you actually laugh this time and unfold the map, squinting to try and locate where you currently were. You hummed, tilting your head away from the flimsy paper, your ability to read it not being as strong as you thought.

“Well?” Max asked, taking his eyes off the road to glance at you. “Where does it say to go next?”

You look over at him, a nervous smile on your lips as you shrug. “I don’t really know where we are, to be honest,” you say quietly.

“What?” He glanced over at you again. “What do you mean?”

Placing the map down, you look out the window. “It’s really dark out, I can’t see any of the road signs,” you trail off. “Actually, now that I think about it, I haven’t seen a road sign in, like, half an hour now.”

Max looked over at you and knew the look on your face right away. “Oh, no,” he said, keeping one hand on the wheel as he took the map from you. “Don’t start with your endless road fear, honey, not now okay? I need you to focus.”

He was right. You watched too many movies and videos on youtube about a seemingly endless dirt road that just went on and on with no indication of a new turn off anywhere. No matter how far you go or if you turn around, the road is never ending. Every time you travel down a narrow and closed off road, your head immediately becomes filled with irrational thoughts like that. “Come to think of it,” you point at a tree as you pass by it. “I think I’ve seen that exact tree about three times now.”

Max scoffed. “Oh, really?” He asked, using his hand to try and straighten out the map. “You can’t see any signs but can tell how many times you’ve seen a specific tree?”

You laughed, the sound making Max look over at you, forgetting what he was supposed to be doing for a brief moment. At that second, someone or something ran across the road and your head turned in the direction of the movement. “Shit, lookout!”

In an attempt to avoid whatever it was, Max made a sharp left and accidentally drove off a small drop off. His hand immediately moved to your chest, holding you back against the seat as the car came to a screeching stop. Your knee slammed into the underside of the dashboard, but besides that, you were unharmed.

“Fuck, holy fuck,” he muttered, moving his arm away from you and taking your hand. “Are you okay?”

You let out a sigh of relief and nodded, using your free hand to unbuckle your seatbelt. “I’m fine,” you quietly reply, letting Max brush your hair behind your ear, most likely looking for any injuries, before you open the door. Taking out your phone, you tap the flashlight icon as you begin to inspect any damage that might have happened to the car.

Max does the same, meeting you at the hood once you are done. “It looks fine,”

“Yeah,” you say, tucking your phone into your back pocket and wrapping your arm around his middle. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he nodded, wrapping his arm around your shoulder, his free hand reaching up in hopes to find a signal. “Shit. No bars.”

You sigh, bringing your other hand up to stuff in the pocket of your jacket. “Perfect,” you step away from him and lean against the hood of the car, tucking both your hands in your pockets. “What now? We’re lost and we have no reception.”

Max put his phone away and moved so he was next to you, the back of his legs pressing against the front of the car. “We wait until morning, maybe someone will drive by and we can ask for directions,” he offered and you sighed once again, much quicker than last time. “That’s really all we can do. Both of us can’t read a map to save our lives.”

At that, you laugh, moving closer to him when he extended his arm out to you. “Yeah, that’s true,” you leaned into him, taking in his body heat as your mind went back to a few minutes prior. Your brows furrowed as you asked, “What was that? That you almost hit?”

Max looked in thought for a second before he shrugged. “I don’t know. A deer, or something,”

You tense up a bit, looking at the trees that surrounded you. “That was a pretty big deer,”

Max looked around, too. “Yeah, well,” he trailed off. “Whatever it was, it’s long gone.”

Nodding, you move one of your hands so it’s tightly gripping his shirt. “Let’s get back in the car,” you say. “I don’t feel comfortable being this close to the woods in the dark.”

“Okay,” he agreed, stepping away from you and walking around the car. You do the same, glancing between a few trees as you did so.

When you were back in the car, your hand immediately moved to lock the doors, your other finding your boyfriend’s as you stared out the window.

Beside you, Max laughed. “What’s got you so worked up?”

“Nothing,” you answer. “I just don’t like the idea of being stranded and not knowing what’s around me. That’s all.”

“That’s all?” Max sounded surprised. “Honey, you do realise that you signed up to be a counselor this summer, right? You’re going to be completely cut off from the rest of the world for months.”

You look over at him, your eyes narrowing. “I know that,” you mutter. “But at least at Hackett’s Quarry there will be other people there. Not just two. Alone. And three feet from being in the woods.”

“Hey, if I wasn’t such a good driver, we’d be in the woods, the bumper caved in by a tree,” you roll your eyes but he was right. “And about the ‘being alone in the woods’ thing, I’m right here and I’ll make sure nothing happens to you, I promise.”

You nod, a shaky sigh leaving your lips as you try to convince yourself to believe his words.

“Come here,” Max said, lifting up his arm so you could lean into him. You press yourself into his side, his steady heartbeat calming your nerves.

There really wasn’t much to do. You were left to wait until morning, when you could actually see the road, to start driving again. Despite it being summer, the chill that came with nightfall couldn’t be avoided. You repressed a shiver as you pressed yourself even closer to your boyfriend, your fingers scrunching his shirt.

“You still scared?” Max asked after he noticed how close you had gotten to him.

You shake your head, your eyes closing. “Not really,” you mumble. “Just cold.”

He hummed, pressing his cheek to the top of your head. “I have a sweater in the back if you want,”

“No,” you reply. “I just want to sit with you for a bit. You’re warm.”

Max didn’t say anything as you inched even closer to him.

You stay like that for a while, trying to fall asleep but failing miserably. “You know what I just realised?” Max asks after he notices your fingers tighten their hold on his shirt.

You hummed in reply, lifting your head so your cheek rested against his shoulder.

“We probably won’t get a moment like this for the next three months,”

You smirk as you lift your head off him completely. “We almost die and you’re thinking about sex?”

Max looked offended as you pushed yourself off him. “We did not almost die, thanks so much,” he said, his hands instinctively grabbing your waist as you moved to straddle him. “And I didn’t even say anything about sex, by the way.”

You laugh, placing your hands on his shoulders and leaning down to press a chaste kiss to his lips. “You didn’t have to say anything,” you kiss him again. “We’ve been together, what, almost two years now? I know when you’re thinking about sex before you even know it yourself.”

“I think you’re giving yourself too much credit,” Max says nonchalantly.

“Am I?” You ask, trailing one of your hands down his chest before resting it over the bulge that was quickly beginning to form. “So if I put my hand here, it doesn’t have an effect on you?”

You push your hand against him, feeling him tense under you. “Point taken,”

“Thank you,” you say before connecting your lips once more. He kisses back, pressing into you and making you grin into the kiss. You pull away and move to the backseat, your fist tightly grabbing onto his jacket and pulling him with you.

“Are you sure about this?” He asks after he sits up, his back pressed to the seat.

“Yes, why?” You move to straddle him again, your fingers slowly unzipping his jeans.

“What if someone sees us?”

“Like who? A deer?” You lean down to press a kiss to his jaw, making him withhold a groan. “Besides, you said it yourself, when will we get another chance to do this during the next three months?”

Max gave up on being rational and turned his head just as you leaned down to kiss his jaw again, making your lips press to his instead. You smirked against his mouth as your hands moved to his jacket, sliding it off his shoulders and gripping his biceps as you brush your hips against his. “I’m guessing you’re not scared anymore?” He asked after he pulled away and watched you slip out of your own jacket, tugging your shirt off afterwards.

You shake your head, a teasing grin on your lips as you grip the hem of his shirt. “Nope,”

Once his shirt is discarded, you move off him and lay on the seat, pulling him by his shoulders so he is hovering over you. Your fingers tug on the waistband of his pants, making him press himself into you.

You pull away with a quiet moan, pushing his jeans down enough for him to be able to free himself. You unbutton your shorts as his lips latch onto your neck, sucking a purple mark on your collar bone as you lift your hips, ridding yourself of your shorts and underwear.

Connecting your lips again, you slip your hand into his boxers, gently running your fingers over his length. He moaned when you began to rub your palm against him, pulling away from your mouth as his forehead pressed to yours.

Max trailed kisses down your neck, in between your breasts and down the length of your stomach, pausing just above your heat. As he moved down your body, your hand slipped from his boxers. Your fingers brushed against his shoulder as he licked a stripe up your folds before wrapping his lips around your clit.

Your eyes closed as you let out a moan, your head pressing back into the seat as much as it could.

Fuck, you hoped you would be able to find the time to sneak away from the campers during the next three months, because you knew you’d drive yourself insane to see your boyfriend everyday but not be able to go further than a quick kiss.

Your hand moved from his shoulder and tangled in his hair, tugging it as he focused on sucking your bundle of nerves into his mouth. With your free hand, you blindly reached for one of his, grabbing onto it and lacing your fingers together. “Fuck, you’re so good at this,” you say breathlessly, opening your eyes to see the smirk form on his lips.

He continues to lick up your folds, his free hand holding one of your thighs when it tries to close around his head. “You taste so good, baby,” he mumbles, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “I don’t know how I’m gonna go a whole summer without going down on you. I don’t think I can do it.”

His words leave you breathless, something you were sure he wanted as he smirked again and slipped his tongue past your folds. You tug on his hair harder, nearly making his head lift from in between your legs.

Max laughed at how desperate you already were. You were always so responsive to him and that in itself was a major turn on. To be fair, you rarely had to touch him to put him in the mood. It was like he was constantly turned on whenever you were around, something that should probably concern him, but didn’t.

Your quiet moans were like music to his ears. He felt like he could listen to your sounds of euphoria for hours on end, which he definitely has, and never get tired of hearing them. His tongue dipped in as far as it could go, fucking it into you slowly.

Your eyes rolled back, removing your fingers from his hair and gripping the top of the backrest instead.

This was the first time you had done this in a car, so the space was different and way too small, but neither of you could bring yourselves to care in the slightest.

Max had a tight hold on your thigh, allowing you to buck your hips up at his chosen pace. His tongue fucked into you a few more times before he went back to licking up your folds, his eyes flickered upwards to watch you.

Your stomach muscles flexed with every grind of your hips, your thighs beginning to shake when a familiar feeling slowly started filling you.

Taking his hand away from yours, he slides both of them up your body until they are placed firmly against your chest. His finger kneaded you through your bra, your hands wrapping around his wrists at the two pleasures combined.

Your moans increased in volume, your fingers tightening around him as Max wrapped his mouth around your clit once again. “So good,” you whisper, your voice breaking as another moan leaves your mouth. “Fuck.”

Max grins against you, his teeth grazing your clit and making your hips jolt forward. His hands dip under your bra, his fingers teasing your nipples and pinching them, feeling as they harden under his touch.

Fuck, you were always so responsive.

His tongue slides down to push past your folds once more, his nose brushing against your bundle of nerves every time it enters you. As it fucks in and out of you, one of your hands tug on his hair again while the other reaches behind you to press against the door, the burning in your lower tummy intensifying.

“Don’t stop, please,” you whined, unable to open your eyes as he picks up the pace. His tongue brushes against every wall, your sensitive clit throbbing as one of his hands slides back down to rub circles on it. “Fuck, I’m gonna come. Please.”

His fingers quickened, stimulating your clit to the point where you were nearly yelling out in pleasure.

Your eyes rolled back when his tongue reached as deep as it could go, your release taking you by surprise as it washes over you, taking control of your body completely. Your thighs shook and your head tilted back, your hand tugging harshly on Max’s hair as he continued to guide you through your climax.

When it was over, he moved his head away from you, his lips, chin and a bit of his nose glistening from your release. Your hands pressed flat against your face, deep breaths leaving your lips as he grins down at you. “That was pretty intense,” he teased. “You think you can do one more?”

You rolled your eyes at his cocky tone, reaching up to grab his shoulders. You pull him down onto you, connecting your lips as he hovers over your body. Your hands slide down his chest, stopping at his jeans to tug him free from his boxers.

His arm hooked under yours, his hand cradling the back of your head as you guided him to your entrance. He easily slipped inside you, your folds greedily sucking him in. He stilled inside you for a second, both of you letting out moans at the much needed friction before he set a slow pace.

His member was already covered in your juices, making it easy for him to fuck into you. Your fingers wrapped around one of your bra straps, pulling it down and exposing your chest to him.

Max groaned at the newly exposed skin, his head falling down to your neck. He sucks a dark purple mark on your collar bone, his fucked out head reminding him that you would be around a bunch of kids soon who definitely did not need to see the results of what you and he did when you got bored, so he couldn’t give you hickey’s in super noticeable spots.

You, thankfully, were on the pill, so you didn’t have to worry about what could happen if he were to come inside you. This was not the first time you’ve done this, so you had already talked about the consequences of not using protection.

Your legs wrapped tightly around his waist, your fingers tugging on the belt loops of his jeans and pulling him even closer to you. Moving your head, you meet his lips in a kiss when he pulls away from your neck. You moan against his mouth, your arms coming up to wrap around his neck when he picks up the pace.

His hips hit yours roughly, and you could already feel the bruises forming. His hand that wasn’t under your head presses flat against the seat next to it, holding himself above you.

Your arms fall and your fingers press against his abdomen, feeling how it flexed with the movement of his hips. In your honest opinion, he never looked hotter than he did when he was like this. Hovering over you, in you, and lost in the feeling that your body gave him.

Yes, he looked hot all the time, but seeing him like this was unlike any sight you had ever seen.

Your heels press into his lower back, making his body inch even closer to you and his length reaches the deepest part of you. His tip brushes against the most sensitive spot you had and you let out a broken moan, your lips attaching to his shoulder and sucking hard.

A deep purple bruise is left when you pull away, your hands sliding up his back as he grinds his hips into yours. His pace doesn’t falter, even as you involuntarily clench around him. He groans then curses, the sound sending waves of pleasure down your whole body.

Your hips lift upwards to meet his thrusts, your sensitivity bringing you closer to your second release much quicker. You bring his head down so it is close to yours and suck on the spot just below his ear, knowing very well what it did to him.

He moans loudly, his hand reaching down to press firmly against your swollen clit. You nearly cry at the feeling, your mouth opening in a long and loud moan as you reach another climax.

The feeling of your juices sucking him in even deeper triggers Max’s climax, too, and he stills, his forehead pressed to yours. He fills you completely, your walls taking everything he gave you as they tightened around him.

He stays like that for a few seconds, coming down from his high as heavy and quick breaths leave his mouth.

Your fingers trace random shapes on his back, your face scrunching up when he pulls out of you. He stays on top of you, his head laying on your chest, his body tucked between your legs. Your arms were draped over his shoulders, a lazy grin on both your lips as you lay in silence.

You were officially exhausted, and you knew that morning would come even quicker now.

Sleep felt like the next best thing to do.

“Are you still cold?” He asked after a while.

You smile, your hands tangling in his hair. Your bodies were sweaty, and that should be enough of an answer.

“Nope,” you reply, tightening your hold on him as you close your eyes with a final kiss to the top of his head. “I love you.”

Max grins, his arms wrapping around you. “I love you, too,” he says back. “I’ll wake you up when it’s time to start going again.”

You hum in response, drifting off to sleep as you listen to his deep breaths.

Summer camp wouldn’t be so bad, knowing you would have him there. Maybe not like this, but being around him would be enough.

You hoped.

#max brinly #max brinly imagines #max brinly x reader #The Quarry #the quarry imagines #the quarry x reader #the quarry game #the quarry smut #max brinly smut

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multi-fandom-imagine · 11 months

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⛑ - Some tender first-aid || Max Brinly ||

“You need to be more careful Max.”

Of course his response was nothing but a sheepish laugh as he adverted his gaze away from the wound you were bandaging. “Haha I’m fine….I mean it’s not too bad…and you do know what you’re doing so.”

Your touch was gentle, you were always gentle when it came to taking care of himself, well until he said something stupid.You narrowed your eyes tightening the bandage as he let out a yelp. “I’m going to nursing school. I’m not.” Sighing you shook your head just happy that his hand was patched up.

“God that’s hot.”

Biting your lip, you then crossed your arms over your chest. “‘ going to regret this but what is hot?”

“You being a nurse, you think you can wear one of those sexy little uniforms for me?” Max waggled his eye brows.

Blinking for a moment, you let out snort. Your hand quickly covering your mouth to hide your laughter, your hand patting his cheek. “God Max. Really, this isn’t some poring you know. I would be wearing scrubs.” You teased pinching his cheek.

Grinning he quickly wrapped his arms around your waist. “Ya but you can still make it look sexy babe.”

“While I’m flattered.”you rolled your eyes slipping out of your boyfriends arms as you gave him a teasing grin. “We need to go, we’re gonna be late.”

Rubbing his neck he nodded his head. “This is gonna be a fun summer.”

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stressedanime · 2 years

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#i imagine this is max talking about laura for sure #the quarry #laura kearney #max brinly #abigail blyg #emma mountebank #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #nick furcillo #jacob custos #kaitlyn ka #also if this has been done before i’m SORRY #theo talks

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sugarandspicewriting · 2 years

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Love Languages for the Counselors

A/N: Sorry Max’s is so short my brain wasn’t cooperating. Also I pulled these out of my ass when I was supposed to be sleeping enjoy <3

Ryan

~ I’m going to say quality time

~ he does that introvert thing where he just *exists* in the same room as the people he loves and it’s more than enough for him

~ that’s not to say he would never talk to you he wants to get to know you he’s just a little awkward about it

~ please help him he’s struggling

~ will eventually let you listen to his podcasts with him just don’t ask so many questions mid episode

~ he will happily clear things up for you afterwards❤️

Dylan

~ words of affirmation with a little bit of physical affection thrown in

~ ik he loves goofy pet names and probably tires to embarrass you with them while just sitting with you

~ “My cinnamon sugar apple. My honeybun sugar plum. My sweet peace of ass”

“Dylan wtf”

“Okay sorry. Can you hand me that pen over there”

~ does the traditional babe/baby too

~ also not shy to voice his love for you. Not a day goes by where he doesn’t tell you

~ likes to top off his sugary words with a peck on the cheek to leave you wanting more of him

Kaitlyn

~ Acts of service

~ In cannon she has trouble expressing herself and I think that shows in her relationships too

~ She can’t always get the words out or let herself be vulnerable but she will hold the door for you and save you a seat wherever you go

~ thank her and she’ll scoff

~ I can imagine her helping you style your hair and if it’s long she’ll chastise you and say that if you can’t handle it you should cut it short like hers

~ you never have to ask her for anything, she’ll always do whatever she can for you but she might call you stupid in the mean time

~ “here I brought you some water”

“Oh thank you that’s so sweet of you :)”

“Yeah well someone has to keep you from getting dehydrated. Now shut up and drink”

Jacob

~ do I really even have to say it

~ physical👏🏻affection👏🏻

~ once you give him the go ahead for PDA (if you are okay with it) prepare to be picked up and squeezed at any given moment

~ doesn’t matter how big you are he’s stronk

~loves kissing u. Will do it until your lips are swollen if you don’t stop him.

~I can also see him as an ass slap man if you consent to it before hand

~ if he’s wearing jeans pls put your hand in his back pocket while walking around. He’s beaming the whole time it’s so gross

~overall just a big teddy bear who will smoosh you with his man boobs if you ask

Emma

~ another words of affirmation counselor

~ she’s a little different in her approach than Dylan

~ she will use pet names if you like them but also just loves to compliment you

~ “Did you change your hair? I love it!” “You always look beautiful/handsome/attractive but you looks especially good today.” “That color looks so good on you!” That kind of stuff

~ will not be at all embarrassed to post you on her social media. Brags about you all the time actually

~ “This is my S/O! I love them and if you’re mean I’m blocking you”

~ includes you in her videos if you want to be in them

~ she’s my blorbo

Abi

~ gift giving but not in the way you might think

~ @bloodverz wrote a post about the counselors bringing you back little trinkets from hikes and stuff and I think that fits her character very well

~ “this rock made me think of you :)” you will end up with a rock collection whether you like it or not

~ I hc that she has a garden at home and she grows flowers and food for you

~ this might be more on the side of acts of service but I also see her doodling on your arms and legs if you let her. It’s a little gift to remember her by later

~ bonus points if you get something she drew on you as a tattoo she’ll be so flustered so give her some kisses

Nick

~ Another snuggly boy but less obvious that Jacob

~ pretty shy about pda

~ he’ll hold your hand, give you hugs, and give chaste kisses but that’s about it unless you want him to turn red and forget how to move and talk

~ in private he won’t let go of you

~ pulls you in his lap to get the kisses he was too shy to ask for in public

~ a hand kisser too he’ll grab your hand and kiss all your fingers wait let me stop before I need to lie down 😮‍💨

~ he runs pretty hot which can get annoying in the summer but during the winter you can latch onto him like a Koala and he won’t stop you

~ Rub your nose on his and make him blush. Do it.

Laura

~ mmmmm I’m going to go with acts of service

~ we get to see her interact with Max in the game but they’re in a dire situation most of the time

~ however idk if every relationship is strong enough that you will literally kill your camp director for but Laura did

~ she would do anything for you and she tells you that often

~ on top of that she’ll do little things for you like making your breakfast in bed once in a while

~ takes such good care of you when you’re sick she’s not leaving until you’re better

Max

~ words of affirmation

~ he loves you and he’s not afraid to shout it from the rooftops either

~ constantly reminding you how much you mean to him he’s so soft 🥹

~ I can also see him being very touchy but putting physical touch again feels like a cop out djejaodih

~ expect a good morning and good night text every day

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jacobscustos · 2 years

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i would pay so much money for a DLC where the opening of the game changes which of the two (laura and max) gets infected. i would kill to see max, literal sunshine incarnate, with a gun getting ready to massacre a whole bloodline bc his girlfriend got bit. i would die to see max choose someone other than ryan to go with him to the hackett house (maybe kaitlyn or dylan?). i would commit atrocities to see max and t-money travis hackett join forces to find the original werewolf. i would go fucking feral to know what kind of distraction max would do if his inarguably more normal girlfriend just started squealing at constance. literally idk what i would do if i saw skyler gisondo as max brinly acting like a gritty action hero. pass away ig

#max brinly #laura/max #max/laura #the quarry #supermassive games #quarry game #the quarry spoilers #quarry spoilers #himbo.exe #imagining dylan and max together on the way up to the hackett house has me going wild going unruly #max brinly who has done arguably nothing wrong ever in his life: i'm gonna go kill a man! :D #i love laura sm but imagine max in her situation. there's comedy (& some potentially amazing tragedy) there

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vamprnce · 1 year

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Won't you promise me you'll be the one

My silver bullet in the gun

yayaya part 3 of the tq western au is done!! 🌕💕 here we have Laura and Max, I imagine them as "Partners in Crime", two outlaws who are a couple and run w each other causing havoc and robberies as they go ✨

Laura's the main baddie and gunslinger for jobs, she's tough and intimidating (don't call her ma'am if you don't wanna get shot) Max is like the goofy partner that's always a long for the ride 🤭 in the lore I believe they weren't in a gang beforehand but ran across the Hacketts crew one day while on a job and eventually the two decided to join up w them

#text #my art #the quarry #western quarry au #laura kearney #max brinly #lauramax #lyrics is from the song mama werewolf by brandi carlile it fits them a lot i feel sndkhkb #also i imagine max being the driver oftheir wagon but he gets lost a lot laura's a big defender to max she'll murder you if you hurt him #also one thing in the lore they got caught and arrested but did a jailbreak (possibly before joining the hacketts gang)#nick and jacob will be the finale yaa!!!

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In my opinion, max has a domestic kink, breeding kink, cock warming. He’s all about showing his love and support, would probably cry if he saw you with a baby, it would make him immediately desire to wed and bed you to get that happily family life in the suburbs, he’d stay inside you even after going soft, wanting his cum to stay in there for longer for best chances, and he also just loves to have you as close as possible…. But god damn would be telling how hot you get him, how he loves making you cum, will make you cum so many times before he even allows himself to think about cumming himself. You deserve nothing but the best time and it drives him nuts getting to provide that.

CRY ROLLING ON THE FLOOR SCREAMING! NOT YALL MAKING ME SIMP FOR DOMESTIC DILF!MAX

He also, lowkey, has a housewife kink. Wants to wait on you hand and foot while you waddle around your well maintained house. He’s such a gentleman. Always offering you his hand or arm when you need to get up, walking around with his hand on your lower back, doing all of the shopping. Hell, you can’t even lift a finger without him going, “I got it, baby.”

“Max, I could do that myself.”

“I know baby, I just don’t want you to overwork yourself.”

“I’m just carrying one bag.”

“Exactly,” he kisses the top of your head, “-one too many.”

Maybe if you’re not feeling very sexy, he’ll make an entire evening dedicated to making you feel special and beautiful. After all, your needs always come first 😏

Not even an hour after your child is born, he’s all, “lets have another one,” I fear. 🙄🙄🙄🙄

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m0chaminx · 2 years

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Kinktober Day Five | "Make Me Feel Good|

*•.¸♡Kinktober Prompt : Blindfolded

*•.¸♡Prompt : None

*•.¸♡𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 : porn with no plot, blindfold, bondage, sub!Max, unprotected sex (don't be silly, wrap your willy)

*•.¸♡Paring : Max Brinly x GN!reader

*•.¸♡𝙎𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 : Max + Blindfold.

I hate write summary's

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Max breathed through his nose, trying to focus on you. You had covered his eyes and tied his hands to the bed. He could feel your hands drag down his chest, your lips against his neck, your hips grinding against his cock.

"Y/N," Max breathed trying to thrust his hips deeper inside you. "Go faster- please!" You chuckled softly as your hips sped up. Max threw his head up, the pleasure starting to become too much to handle. "Deeper-"

"Tch," Your lips pressed to his collarbone before your fingers dragged up to the blindfold. "Do you feel everything angel?". You emphases your words and your fingertip dragged across his bottom lip.

You sped up your hips as your high washed over. You hummed in pleasure as Max's body tensed, the little white pellets emerging from his body. "That's it," You moaned softly. "Make me feel you." You panted softly as your body trembled in the aftermath of pleasure.

"Yes! Ahhh, yeah!" Max tugged at the binds around his writs as his hips stuttered, trying to keep up with your hips. "Y/N, 'm gonna cum!" Max panted, his voice squeaking slightly. Max groaned loudly as he came inside of you.

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chezzywezzy · 2 years

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Yandere Ryan Erzahler (6/6)

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Ryan blinked, still taking everything. “Is… everyone else… alive?”

“I don’t know… How are you feeling?” I suddenly asked, pressing my hand to his forehead.

He almost flinched, as though afraid of himself. However, he felt fine, much to my glee. He still had a firm frown on his face, dark, chocolate orbs swarming with discontent. He leaned into my hand though, and feeling less on edge, brought it down to his cheek.

“I’m sorry.”

“You have nothing to apologize for.”

We stared at each other for a while, taking comfort in both of us being alive. I heard distant gunshots, but that didn’t matter right now. Hell, as long as Ryan was safe, all the death and destruction was worth it to me. I withdrew my hand, eyes scanning his chest as the embarrassing realization dawned on me once more.

“So… about those showers…”

About a half an hour later, I was wrapped up in several towels and Ryan had done the same. We were sitting next to each other on the shower room bench, completely traumatized from the things I had experienced and he hadn’t. It was quiet, and silence had fallen over the entire camp. I couldn’t help but wonder if we should go back to the lodge, despite our questionable appearances.

We were both leaning, our upper bodies perched on our elbows. I was worried the towel could fallout any moment. I wondered if Dylan or Nick or Abby or… Kaitlyn had the car keys. Regardless, though, when Ryan’s hand shyly drifted onto my lap, I placed mine on top of his.

It was on my exposed knee. He wasn’t burning up like before, and yet, his skin was still warm and comforting. I missed when his fingers were long, spindly, and dry. It was nice to for things to have a semblance of normality. If you forgot about everything that happened and instead thought about the moment —

No, you’d think we fucked in the shower stalls. That’s still not normal. Never mind.

I laughed to myself quietly, which made Ryan glance at me questioningly. “What?”

“Oh, nothing. I’m just thinking about… how we really look like Jacob and Emma right now. The amount of times I walked in on them both finishing up a shower ‘at the same time’ can’t be counted on two hands.”

Ryan chuckled, a smile lighting up his face. There was a certain dark glow to his cheeks as he got lost in thought, squeezing my hand even tighter. I scooted closer and leaned my head on his shoulder. He welcomed it eagerly, leaning his head against mine. It was a cold night, but just his presence enough warmed me.

“It’s almost, uh, funny,” I mused,” that at the start of the night, all I had to worry about was me pissing you off.”

I heard his lips pop, which made me grin. He hummed, nodding sarcastically. “That, uh… must’ve been the, um, werewolf talking.”

I giggled, slapping his bare chest playfully. “I’m sure it was. That explains why you kissed me, and why people have always teased you, and…”

“I… I’m sorry. About the way I acted. I remember I was in the lodge in a bed. I don’t remember much, but… I know I said some, uh, fucked up things.”

“Again, Ryan, it was just the infection —“

“But what if it wasn’t?” he begrudgingly admitted.

“I… I mean, I was still pissed about truth or dare, and you didn’t even tell me you liked me back, a - and… I just hope Dylan’s, uh, still kicking. He deserves an apology… I shouldn’t have been so jealous. I was just… angry, and sick, and scared, and… I, uh, didn’t mean…”

“That’s not important anymore, Ry,” I comforted, lifting my head to nuzzle my nose against his neck. I leaned in further, placed a long-held kiss on his cheek before pulling away. “I’m just glad to have you back.”

He squeezed my hand and gulped. He furrowed his brows, and his eyes became watery. I sighed quietly and pulled. My hand out of his. He naturally chased it, but instead, I wrapped my arm around his shoulders and sat up just enough so I could pull him into me. He leaned into it eagerly, and I wrapped my other hand around the front. I held him there, quietly shushing and whispering soft words to him as I pet his frizzy, curly hair.

His shoulders trembled with silent sobs, and he immediately went to pull me closer, an arm wrapping around my torso. We held each other close. His tears dripped onto my exposed shoulders. Despite everything that happened, I was happy. I felt tender. If only to have Ryan safe and alive, I would do anything. And here he was, my best friend, safe and alive.

We stayed like that for a while. At some point, I might have gotten a small nap. I was so spaced out it was hard to tell. But, eventually, when Ryan was calm and dazed, having buried his head in the crook of my neck, I knew e’d have to rejoin the group or at least try to get some clothes. I was cold. And I had no doubt Ryan was, too.

“Ryan?” I whispered quietly, patting his shoulder.

He groaned, breath fanning over my shoulder. He barely moved, his hands grasping my towel-covered torso tighter.

“We… need to regroup. We have to get into the van or something… You’ll catch a cold at this rate, Ry.”

He sighed and finally sat up. A frown stretched across his lips. “But… what if it isn’t safe?”

“We haven’t heard gunshots in… hours, I think. There’s been no disturbances or anything. At the bare minimum, we should make sure our friends are alive.”

“Yeah. That sounds, uh, cool.”

As I stood, I clutched the towel. I went to wrap another one as a skirt for extra protection. My shoes were already fucked, so I didn’t care about them. Ryan just waited for me, lingering by the shower room doorway. I finally walked over to him, shivers rolling down my spine. The moment we stepped outside, it was an immediate and abrupt change in temperature. It was far colder than it had been earlier.

However, Ryan grabbed my hand and intertwined our fingers. I was grateful for the affection as we walked along the grass. Sometime there were sharp rocks, but the path was generally clear. The full moon was still high in the sky. The campground was silent, though, and that is what mattered.

The moon was starting to set. The sky wasn’t as pitch black as before. We arrived at the lodge. It was dark and silent inside. We walked up the stairs hand in hand and walked up to the open door.

A quiet gasp of joy escaped when I saw that, sitting at one of the cafeteria tables, was our friends. The three hopped to their feet. Nick went for the gun right away, cocking and pointing. Dylan shouted right away, and everything peaceful about the scene turned to fright.

Ryan pushed me behind him, scowling deeply. “The fuck, dude?”

“Hey, Nick, put the gun down —“

Abby was quivering behind Nick as he died it at Ryan. “How do we know you’re really Ryan? I - I mean, you were freaking out and - and… why are you both naked?”

I gulped, not letting Ryan bite back. He was clearly frightened and on edge and offended. I raised my arms in surrender. “Nick. I… met up with Laura Kearney. She’s been held captive by the Hacketts, who are the real werewolves.” I realized I’d left that part of the story out for Ryan’s sake, and he looked hurt. “When she killed Chris or the werewolf that bit him, h - he… became normal again.”

“And, uh, to quote Y/n - my clothes ‘exploded off me’ when I turned. I don’t even remember what happened. I swear.”

Nick lowered the gun, since Dylan forced it down. He was still missing a hand and looked incredibly nervous. “Uh, you’re sure it’s all, like, good now? And seriously, why are you naked, Y/n?”

I tilted my head, glaring at my himbo friend. “You literally have my shirt wrapped around your arm, dude. And I’ve been attacked the whole night. I prefer a nice, fluffy towel to blood-soaked underwear.”

He grinned. “Oh, right.”

Nick cleared his throat, setting the gun down with a clatter. Abby was still taken aback by the turn of events. “…H - how do we know that you don’t remember anything? You’re close with the Hacketts. W - who’s to say you’re not in on it?”

Ryan frowned, throwing a steady glare her way. “You think I wanted to kill people? To… turn into whatever the fuck I did? Chris never told me anything okay —?”

“How do we know?” Nick backed up, wrapping an arm around the petite girl. “I mean, who’s to say you weren’t conscious? You were quick to tear poor Kaitlyn and that stranger to shoes, but somehow, Y/n’s alive, even though you’ve been chasing her the past two hours!”

“What the hell are you getting at, Nick?” I retorted as Ryan protectively pulled me to his side. They were spewing absolute blasphemy. Ryan was as clueless about the situation as the rest of us. Shouldn’t they be glad that he’s alive to begin with? I eagerly wrapped my arms around his bare torso.

“I’m saying he’s in on it. Abby’s right,” Nick insisted, grabbing the gun again. “Don’t pretend you don’t know how he feels about you, Y/n —“

“Enough, enough!” Dylan shouted. “God, can we stop acting like children He’s obviously fine now. Just be happy he’s normal and that Y/n’s alive. It’s obvious that when he was a fucking werewolf, he wasn’t himself. We shouldn’t, like, be turning on each other. Ryan’s a good guy.”

“Fuck this,” Ryan grumbled. “I just wanted to, uh, get the van open so we could, you know, put on clothes, but apparently that’s too much to ask for —“

“You want the van keys? Here, take them,” Nick aggressively agreed, fishing through his pockets and tossing the keys our way.

“Guys, guys, can we just relax —“

“How can you be all relaxed? He’s literally tried to kill you! Before he even turned, mind you —!”

“He was in the middle of turning, dumbass!” I shouted, snatching up the car keys. “You know what, fuck this. We’re out.”

Ryan had no objections. Dylan was still scolding our friends for being so paranoid. I understood. Nothing made sense. But I knew dan well it wasn’t Ryan that killed Kaitlyn. That wanted to kill Dylan or anyone else. And I wanted to chill out. Dylan was right; this was no time to be turning on each other.

Ryan was still cussing anxiously under his breath. He didn’t have to say anything for me to know he was worried about Nick or Abby following after us with a gun. They wouldn’t, but that kind’t mean he wasn’t scared shitless. We opened up the bag and dug through Emma’s dozens of backpacks and suitcases. We finally found ours, somehow buried at the bottom.

I had to readjust the towel may times because they didn’t really work as sustainable clothes. I pulled out some underwear and clothes. Ryan had already disappeared into the wilderness. Apparently we both only had one pair of shoes and they were gone, so socks had to do for the meantime.

We finally emerged. The moon had almost disappeared from view and the sky was a lighter color. Ryan was calmer, at least, and if he was calm, I was too. It may have been a traumatizing night that I’d already repressed, but we’d both emerged victorious and unscathed.

“So… what now?”

I opened and then closed my mouth. I repeated the process as Ryan’s eyes bore into me expectantly. I had no idea what happened to his phone, but…

I reached into the back seat of the van. It fell out of my pocket yesterday afternoon. Lucky me, because otherwise it would’ve been demolished or lost or both. I pulled it out and waved it. I wasn’t quite as obsessed with Bizarre Yet Bonafide, but I had a few of his favorite recordings just in case his phone died.

I never thought it’d come in handy, and yet here we were.

“What? I, uh, didn’t realize you were as much as a nerd as I was,” Ryan chuckled, standing beside me eagerly.

“I’m not, but you sure as hell are!” I chirped eagerly. “I don’t have any earbuds, but… I’m pretty sure we don’t need them anyways.”

Ryan nodded, swinging an arm around my shoulder. We walked toward the lodge, but instead of entering, we sat at one of the base steps. The sun was rising. We were safe now. Shelter wasn’t necessary.

I leaned on hi shoulder as the podcast started. It was the episode of the Hag of Hackett’s Quarry. I would’ve skipped to where we left off, but I knew it’d be a long morning. Besides, Ryan already knew it like the back of his hand. I could tell from his humored chuckles.

He held me close against him, placing his head on top of mine. The recording echoed across the open space. It was… almost peaceful to watch the sunrise while knowing we’d escaped almost imminent death. We were both smiling, and I knew that his heart was pounding just as fast as mine.

Things would be okay.

Sometimes, I heard talking from inside the lodge, but it was muffled and angry and depressed and everything bad. But we were alive and that was enough for us. It truly did take a life-or-death situation to make me realize how special my friendship - and potentially more - with Ryan truly meant.

“Hey, Ryan?” I spoke up, even though my eyes were slowly fluttering shut.

He grunted in acknowledgement, just as exhausted.

“I love you. No matter what happens today… Just remember that.”

“I love you too. But, uh, you already know that…”

I laughed, feeling him tense up in embarrassment.I reached over and grabbed his hand, intertwining our finger. I gave it a reassuring squeeze.

“Good.”

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