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kitkatscabinet · 2 years

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Hi I saw your Jacob x reader from the quarry. I loved your writing btw!!! Can I request more Jacob?? Like maybe something where reader has a thing for Jacob but at the beginning of summer, saw that Emma did too so reader backs off cause they’re friends but also cause she thinks Emma’s prettier and that Jacob would choose her anyways. Then when they’re playing truth or dare stuff comes out and Jacob and reader end up together?? If that made ANYYYY sense at all lmao

This was so fun to write and I ended up getting a little carried away. Thank you to everyone that has said they love my writing and yes you can absolutely request more Jacob! Hope you enjoy :D

Word count: 1173

Genre: Fluff, I know you probably wanted angst but this kind of ended up with a comedic twist.

Jacob had caught your eye from the moment you had arrived at Hackett’s Quarry, you couldn’t say you would usually go for the jock types but he had been unbelievably sweet from the get-go. You had been sat next to each other during the initial orientation Mr Hackett had given and your sides had started to hurt from holding in the laughter his quiet commentary had inspired. Leading him to grin in success every time he noticed you smile, the two of you had spent the rest of the day together before the kids arrived.

Jacob ended up being one of the people you spent the most time with apart from Emma. That was how you had noticed the influencers interest in him. Deciding to be a good friend you had slightly backed off, you liked Jacob sure, but it wasn’t like you’d fallen madly in love with him. Emma was also one of your better friends and the two deserved to be happy. It wasn’t like anyone had noticed your slight crush anyway, you were a very laidback person and your interactions with Jacob weren’t very different from how you acted around anyone else, so you couldn’t even blame your friend for not noticing your feelings.

You stalwartly ignored the small part of you that yelled you wouldn’t stand a chance against Emma anyway. The part that decided Jacob couldn’t possibly be interested in someone like you anyway, besides everybody loved Emma. Hell you loved Emma, there was a reason you were friends after all.

At first it had actually been pretty fine, your crush hadn’t been that big you reasoned and pulling away from Jacob had allowed your friendships with Emma and Dylan flourish even more. The problem arose however, when Jacob himself had hunted you down one afternoon and asked to speak with you in private. He had lead you over to the boat house and his silence along the way had made you a little tense, worse case scenarios running through your head at a mile a minute. Seeing that Jacob wasn’t going to speak up first you did.

“What’s up?” you had asked with a smile genuinely happy to see him and trying to defuse the tenion. That smile had faded as you noticed the serious hurt on his face

“Did I do something wrong?” the crack in his voice left you feeling nauseous as you truly took in his body language. He was hunched in on himself slightly, all normal confidence gone and his eyes, oh his eyes were wet with tears and you rushed to rectify it. Desperately wanting to fix whatever had made Jacob feel so small, so unsure of himself.

“What? No you’ve done nothing wrong that I know of. Where’s this coming from?” your tone incredulous as you watched his face carefully

“It just, it feels like you’ve been avoiding me lately and I thought I might have done something” he said trying to shrug nonchalantly but you could tell he was upset by the slight wobble in his smile and fiddling hands. Stepping over to him you quickly assured him that that was not the case and even ended up promising the two of you could spend your free time tomorrow together, just the two of you. He had beamed widely at that and you had ended up linking arms with him on the way back to the lodge for dinner.

That was where the issues seriously arose, as you spent more time with him you couldn’t stop your crush from growing into something more. It was only when you saw Emma laughing with Jacob one afternoon that you were fully reminded of why you had stepped away to begin with. Forcing a smile on your face you went about your day and continued to be friends with both Emma and Jacob unaware of Kaitlyn’s constant disapproving gaze.

As you sat on the log watching the ongoing game of truth and dare that had resulted from the minivans refusal to start you found yourself hoping to every god that existed you would be ignored. What you weren’t privy to was the fact that Emma had well and truly grown out of her initial like for Jacob, and she had noticed how the pair of you behaved around each other. Any other day she’d wonder what she had done to deserve a friend like you but by this point she was tired of her friends dancing around each other, so she decided to be the push that was needed.

“Jacob, truth or dare” she asked, a wicked grin growing on her face as the man enthusiastically chose dare. “I dare you, to kiss the person that you like the most” she egged on, noticing you slumping slightly from your spot.

You couldn’t quite stop the slump in your shoulders at Emma’s words and Jacob’s overexcited expression. However, your brain stalled a little as he jumped up and made a beeline straight over to you, leaning down to kiss you like it was the best thing anyone had ever asked him to do. You couldn’t think much in the next few seconds the feeling of his lips on yours the only thing you could register. When he pulled away he had the biggest smile you’d ever seen covering his face and you finally registered Emma’s cheers as everyone waited for your reaction.

“Jacob what?” was all you managed to blurt out quite dumbly still in shock. It was his turn to be confused now

“I thought you knew. I told you I liked you last week and then you said you liked me too, remember?” he said a little nervously now. That was news to you.

“Fucking when!” you shouted, hands coming to rest on top of your head in distress

“Uh, last Tuesday… I was walking you back to your cabin cause you were tired and I confessed and then you confessed…” he trailed off the two of you staring at each other in blatant confusion, until vague memories of the event came back.

“I was so tired I thought that was a dream” you admitted as your fellow counsellors were staring at the absolute circus in front of them in awe.

“Wait I thought you two were already dating” Dylan chimed in “you’ve literally been holding hands and hugging for all of this last week” his dumbfounded tone setting off a chorus of incredulous laughs from Emma and Abi.

“Oh, my God. We’ve been dating for a week” you said absolutely shell shocked before you suddenly rounded on Jacob once again. “We’ve been dating for a week, why didn’t you tell me!” you demanded, pointing an accusing finger at him.

“I thought you knew!” he defended, like you were the only idiot present. Deciding not to waste anymore time you stood up with a laugh and threw yourself into his chest, the cheers of your fellow counsellor making the smile on your face grow even further as Jacob hugged you to him.

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#jacob custos #jacob custos x reader #the quarry jacob #the quarry requests #the quarry x reader #the quarry oneshot

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radical-ghostface · 2 years

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Ryan Erzahler NSFW Alphabet 😆✊🏾 my boy barely gets any love and i dont understand why😭😭 love your fics btw😌❤️

No cause you're literally so right. I barely ever see any ryan smut or nsfw content so here you go! I hope its good!

☆ RYAN ERZAHLER NSFW ALPHABET ☆

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex)

I think ryan would be the type to be really sweet after sex. Like he would caress your face and give you that lil smile he does, and kiss you really gently. Ugh i just know hes the cuest thing.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His favourite of his own would be his hands. He knows they're hot.

And for his partner I think either smile or eyes. And a lil ass 😏

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Hes for sure a cum in your mouth kinda guy. Either that or i can see him wanting to cum on your back.

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

I think he listens to nsfw audios. And would maybe even secretly make a few himself 👀

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

Honestly i dont think Ryan is very experienced. Hes not a very social person and i can see that affecting his relationships/sex life. So i feel like he only really has sex with people that he connects with.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying.)

Doggyyyyyy. 100% you cant change my mind. Giving AND recieving.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

Ryans more of a serious guy when it comes to sex. Not a lot of joking around or bing goofy but hes not all serious. The right partner would bring it out.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Clean shaven for sure.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

I feel like he would start out kind of stiff or awkward and then once he eased into it and got more comfortable he would be super passionate. Very into the moment, and possibly very heated.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

Ryan doesn't jack off very often at all. Maybe once a week? If that. He doesn't have a super high sex drive.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Neck. Biting.

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

Almost always at home or in a bed. He would turn down a car fuck though 😏

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Nerds. Lol no but like someone intelligent, we all know this man is a himbo okay? He need someone smart to balance him out. So i can see him sitting there listening to his partner talk about something he has no idea about (ex. Quantum physics 😏) and literally all he hears is gibberish because all he can think about is how hot the words sound coming out of their mouth. Know what i mean? Does that make sense? 😬

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Bondage. Its deffinitely not something he would feel comfortable with, like it just wouldnt turn him on at all.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

This man would never turn down a good blow job. Hes nore of receiver than giver but he knows what hes doing with his mouth

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

Ryans the kinda guy who likes it intense, like passionate af. He loves to get really into it and just kinda lose himself to the passion and his partner.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

Hes not really a quckie kinda guy but he'll deffinitely do it if his partner asks.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

Not a huge risk person, but he would experiment. Especially with threesomes. Dont ask me why, it just makes sense lol

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

I think ryan could go a solid 3 or 4 rounds before he couldn't cum anymore

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

Hes always down to try different toys. He even has a few himself.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

This boy LOVES to be teased and over stimmed. To the point where his jaw is clenched and hes drooling just a lil 😏

But not much of a teaser himself.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

Pretty quiet, he grunts and moans a lil but hes pretty tame.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

This man likes fucking in water. Period.

Also a slight mask kink 😉 cmon he loves horror, tell me he wouldnt love to be fucked my ghost face or michael myers.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Im gonna say hes somewhere around 7-8 inches, with it being more lengthy than girthy

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

Again ryans sex drive isnt too high but it really all depends on his partner and the situation.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

I feel like he would stay up for a sold hour or so to cuddle and make sure his partner felt comfortable and loved ❤ few face/head and shoulder kisses and when he feels satisfied he'll let himself drift off.

#the quarry #the quarry game #the quarry x reader #hacketts quarry #the quarry requests #alphabet #justice smith #ryan erzahler #ryan erzahler x reader #ryan erzahler smut #ryan erzahler headcanons #ryan erzahler headcanon

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mangodonutss · 2 years

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#the quarry #the quarry fanart #my art #jacob custos #ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy #this has probably been done before #i should be continuing my art request but sjxnkddj i manage to finish this one first #ryan and jacob's friend dynamic is somewhat hilarious

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tedrailmi · 10 months

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requested by anon ♥

#the quarry #thequarryedit #travis hackett #laura kearney #ryan erzahler #hackearney #travislaura #travis x laura #edit #requested

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billy-crudup · 2 years

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THE QUARRY (2022)

#the quarry #thequarryedit #gamingedit #dailygaming #gamingnetwork #dailyvideogames #lgbtedit #supermassive games #rylan #dylan lenivy #ryan erzahler #miles robbins #justice smith #creations tag #gifs #requested by anon!#sorry for the weird glitch in the second gif blame supermassive #tried to gif the bit you mentioned in the ask but it was wayyy too pixelated :/ sawry

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clarks-letterman · 1 year

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guilty by association | jacob custos x male!reader

a/n — i was overtaken by the hag's spirit and wrote this in a day. . . I've never done that before- meant to be posted before new year's but now it's like 1 am, so happy new year!

words — 1.8k

summary — Jacob can't sleep thanks to his situation with Emma and gets some help with it.

warnings — oral sex (jacob receiving), face-fucking, unrequited feelings, himbo says dumb things alert, plus cheesy dialogue

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“Silas. . .”

A haunting old woman’s voice crept into your ear and urged you to wake. You flinched away from the direction the voice slinked from, careful not to jolt too far up and accidentally hit your head on the rickety wooden planks above. They weren't easy to see in the dark, but every time it happened, never missing a single night, you were able to suppress the reaction a little more.

It was something about this place—the name had never come to you before until you entered the campgrounds, and they likely would continue until you left. Mr.Hackett would never believe your stories about the voice, or he might send you home early with a case of heat exhaustion. You couldn’t tell your bunk-mate either as he would laugh at you and insist that even he’s not that stupid. But, maybe that was one of the good things about him underneath the very, very dense pile of stupidity behind that pretty face; reassuring your total insanity made you feel a little less hysterical.

As for your bunk-make, Hackett's Quarry brought him nothing but positivity. He succeeded in getting a summer hookup, maintained the body of his dreams, and persuaded everyone—but mostly you—with his charm to do most of his responsibilities to sneak away with Emma. It was a hard pill to swallow, but Jacob's cluelessness to any hint you dropped his way, whether that was the eagerness to do his after-hour cleanup chores or asking him on more than one occasion to take a late-night swim, only made him more attractive. It was hard to tell if he was stunned at the thought of someone else liking him or if he was just that big of an asshole.

You assumed it was the latter after the first day of camp with him. Jacob was pretty unabashed about the fact that he snored, flatly stating that you would have to put up with it for the summer with a stupid smirk. You hoped a bear would wipe it off within the first week, but Emma kept it alive and well for him. He had to have known it was simply a thing for the summer, right?

It was almost every night, just like the whispers in your ear, that he would come back before you woke up and be passed out until dawn. With a leg dangling off the side of the bed, he would lazily stretch himself over the small twin bunk, snores filling the cabin. This time, he wasn’t snoring.

You hesitated for a moment in realization. The worst thing to happen was that he wouldn't answer or was still out on a thrill ride with Emma. “Jacob?”

A silence-impacted moment passed, then his voice came from above you. "Yeah?"

"You're awake?"

"Tell me something I don't know," Jacob pouted. He sounded defeated, but you weren't about to point that out. His voice came down muffled as if he buried his face in a mound of squishy pillow.

You held your breath for a moment before blurting out the first thought that came to mind. "Abby likes Nick?"

"Wow, I did not know that," Jacob's voice became notably more clear.

"Is everything good?"

"Me and Emma. . . broke up," he reluctantly admitted.

"She said you guys weren't ever dating," you reminded him, much to your own annoyance. Her persistence about the two of them not being an item while keeping him mentally tunneled to her, and only her, was tiring.

"I know," he sighed, "but she was, like, baseballs to a pitcher. I was the pitcher, and I don't have balls anymore."

His allegory barely made any sense, but you knew the last part was the perfect opportunity to lighten the mood. "You don't have what?"

"Shut up! What are you doing up?"

"Can't sleep." A simple lie was better than the complicated truth, you figured.

“Me too.” Jacob fully twisted around, though you weren't sure in which direction. The planks above you creaked, and his movements making the sheets whir together were enough of a clue.

“Why not?” It was redundant to ask, but what else could you say at the moment?

"I’m kinda pent up here, dude. You know, no Emma,” he stated.

“Use a sock,” you casually suggested, even if there was something that you were willing to give him. Your only reasoning as to why you didn't immediately jump on the opportunity when it reared its ugly head was that it was late, and old women waking you up in the middle of the night wasn't exactly nubile.

“Nah, I learned my lesson the last time. Jakey’s hurricane has a splash zone,” he somehow more offhandedly replied, veering into the territory of boastful about his previous climaxes.

"Gross!" You blurted out with a chime of laughs after.

"I'm just being honest. But, fuck, dude. This sucks." Just like that, he was back to sounding defeated, finding no resolution to his self-proclaimed problem.

It was hard to resist offering to help him, but it was also hard to discern if he would go for it. Jacob seemed like the kind of guy to take any hole he could get because that's all it is: a hole. So, you took the risk. You piped up to ask, "I'll help you out?"

"Wait, really? Dude, that would be amazing. Uh—how?"

"Like, how—," you paused, "—how Emma would do it."

“So, like, a bro-job?” Fuck. He was never going to get it. You might as well take what you can get.

“Yeah,” you sighed. Jacob hopped down from his level, and you got a good look at him in the faint light of the cabin. He wore a cropped shirt, and you could make out the numbers of a jersey being part of the design, barely visible. His dark happy trail led to a loose pair of plaid boxers handing on his hips, the fly of which bulged out from his eagerness. His hair was spiky and tousled, which was odd since he lacked his signature backward-facing baseball cap that usually the mess atop his head.

“Cool. Where do I stick my dick in?” An eager angel’s smile spread over his face. Whatever blessed him with his confidence was sorely mistaken to give it to someone like him.

You sat up, turning and swinging your legs over the bed. “Tell me you're joking?”

He didn't have anything witty to defend his ego with, opting instead to skip the path of foreplay and run right along to letting his dick bob freely. The trunk's waistband was pushed past his lightly hairy thighs and down to his knees. You got a moment to look at him underneath everything, the importance of it flying over your head. It was hard to care that this was your first impression of him underneath his controlled appearance. Not that Jacob was one to hide his defined physique, but this was more than a shirtless dive in the lake. You were seeing without barriers, both emotionally and physically.

As for his package—the thing that must have kept Emma around for longer than she would have been—he fulfilled every thought you had about it. The length was a little shorter than you expected, but the girth felt like something you could get drunk off, the true root of a brewing addiction. You wanted to feel it stretch your throat and test your limits when it came to him, and unlike what you teased him for earlier, he did, in fact, have a hefty and hairy pair of balls that looked to be a mouthful.

"Are you just going to look? Open wide, dude."

The tip brushed your lips and slipped past quickly with Jacob's guide. He wanted this bad, and you could have sworn that there was a twinge of blue coming from his balls. Weirder shit had already happened this summer, so it wouldn't surprise you if that became literal. Just a few inches deep and Jacob was already causing your jaw to feel stretched to its limit with his girth. That didn't stop him from continuing.

Seconds later, the tip swept the back of your throat, provoking an appropriately-timed gag. Jacob didn't stop for that either, pulling his lips apart to unleash a moan when you finally let him invade your throat. The moment to adjust passed quickly, and he had total control over your throat with his pulsing heat. Like a hot blade effortlessly cutting its way through foam, Jacob made himself fit with ease.

"Holy fucking shit, you're way better than Emma," he remarked with praise and astonishment. The walls were fully down.

By the time his pubic bone pressed against your nose, giving it a slight scrunch back as all you could smell was him, Jacob was getting needy. You felt the warmth of him and the presence of his trimmed hair slip away from your face, your throat growing empty for a few seconds until he crammed it all back in. Your throat wanted to convulse, to swallow the hunk of musky meat partway down it, but that was the hard part. You tried to apply pressure with your lips to make up for the lack of it, wrapping them around him and greedily sucking him down.

Sure enough, Jacob couldn't tell much of what he was shorted on at the moment, consistently uttering soft fucks and that's its as he fell into a rhythm of movement. Some more stuff about how you were "better than Emma" escaped his thoughts and formed into half-coherent sentences that you barely processed, too hung up on him to give your attention to that.

He kept at it until he couldn't. His weight shifted, and his pace slowed, and it a few ah—ahs, Jacob spilled himself into your mouth without even asking. He didn't even pull out. Jacob just let himself sit there and pump ropes into your mouth as it drizzled from the corners of your lips, expecting you to swallow what you could. He was right, after all. He was nothing if not a hydrant for release.

Jacob settled himself over you, leaning forward as the last few sloppy thrusts drug himself over your tongue and smeared the mess in your mouth.

Jacob reeled himself out of you and took a step back, shucking off his boxers and using them to wipe his dick clean of his release. He threw them somewhere into the dark of the room and turned to admire you. "Damn, wish I could take a picture. This is something that needs to last forever."

You were still grappling from swallowing his come, just muttering a quick and quiet, "No problem."

He patted your shoulder, "Thanks, bro. Making a fucking s'more out of your mouth was insane."

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blubary · 6 days

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dylan and ryan doodle pleaseeeee🫶🫶🫶

For you🫶🫶🫶🫶🫶

#the quarry #the quarry fanart #ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy #rylan #jacob custos #nick furcillo #abi blyg #abigail blyg #nick furcillo/abigail blyg/jacob custos #doodle requests #my art #ask

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euoniatz · 27 days

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ughhhh i feel like writing so badd but i don't know what?? someone send me requests/asks so i can word-vomit about my faves

literally like anything in the tags i beg

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too-sxft-for-all-of-it · 2 months

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Hi there! Do you think you could please possibly make a moodboard for Ryan Erzahler from the quarry? I think he would be a very good caregiver!

Some colours to help are red, greys, black, and he really likes listening to music and podcasts :]

Thank you! Have a nice day!

here you go! i hope you enjoy it, i did my best with not knowing the character or source material ꨄ

red, black, and gray aesthetic caregiver!ryan ezrahler moodboard (request)

☁ ˟𐬿ᣞ∘ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴜꜱᴇʀ ɪꜱ ᴀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ 〜⚝〜 ꜱꜰᴡ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ! ˟𐬿ᣞ∘ ☽

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delopsia · 2 years

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can you do something nsfw dylan lenivy x reader? Please,i need this,I really love your writing <3

oh oh i almost forgot about my plans for dylan oh no

Word Count: 2,700 Warnings: Mild swearing, oral sex (reader giving), not beta read in the slightest. Slightly subby Dylan because I'm a whore & Gender-Neutral reader Cross Posted Here On AO3

The keys are heavy in your hand, cold against your clammy skin, heavier than you expected. You're still catching up to what just happened; exhausted gray cells struggle to connect two and two, even as you watch Mr. H's truck fly down the dirt driveway. It disappears in a cloud of red dust, an angry engine echoing throughout the unusually empty quarry.

"Anyone have 'Being Abandoned In The Woods' on their bingo card?" Dylan's always been faster processing these sudden events than you are.

In just a few seconds, your rag-tag group has been stunned into a trance, eyes glazed over, fixated on the empty driveway before you. Forgotten, the van continues to burn, flames licking out from under the hood. Kaitlyn opens her mouth to speak, blinks, but nothing comes out.

A pale hand waves in front of your eyes. "Hello? Is anyone home?"

"No," just like that, you've broken from your trance. Dylan hesitates, cocking his head to the side like a puppy. You know this look. He's always so focused on maintaining his false persona, coming up with jokes and reactions for situations that haven't happened yet, that deviations from his predicted scenarios throw him off.

In the silence that follows, it strikes you that your peers have turned their attention to the two of you. Dylan grinds his teeth, face growing increasingly pale; you've thrown him off, and he's struggling to get back on.

And everyone's witnessing it.

"Is anyone going to put out the fire?" You blurt, waving your empty hand towards the heavy black smoke.

Like a dam broken, everyone moves. Nick runs for the hose, Jacob and Ryan go for buckets. You'd help if you weren't suddenly concerned for your luggage, stored in the back of the smoke-filled van. Opening the trunk feels like opening the door to a hot oven; the heat hits you like a freight train.

A flurry of hands reach for the bags, already warm to the touch, tossing them haphazardly from the trunk and to the ground. A little bit of dirt is better than being fodder for a surprise vehicle fire. It feels like forever passes before the boys come back with water.

"Jacob, move!" Nick's run out of hose, can't move any further and Jacob's hulking frame is directly in the way.

Jacob's selective hearing doesn't acknowledge Nick's plea. Not until cold water hits the back of his head, at least. "Hey!"

"I told you to move!"

The rest of the argument goes over your head. as amusing as it is to watch Jacob get pelted by cold water, it's hard to focus on. Not when Dylan lingers next to you, fidgeting like he just got caught sneaking a cookie from the cookie jar.

"You okay?" Your own voice feels foreign.

"Yeah," he's not. You're both aware of that, painfully so, but there isn't much you can do when you have an audience. Not when he's kept up this act for the better half of two months.

The keys in your hand feel heavier as the flames under the hood of the van sizzle and begin to die out, no thanks to Jacob. Had Mr. H always carried so many keys? How does he even know which key goes to what when so many of them look identical? Only one of them is labeled.

'Office.' Hm. Maybe you do have an idea.

"Y/N?" Oh God, why is Jacob saying your name?

"Huh?" Blinking, you return to reality, finding that all eyes are now on you. Did you say something?

"Are you in?" Jacob's elaboration isn't helping. "...party? Tonight? Huh?"

Oh.

"Yeah," you breathe, clutching the keys in your hand, "I'm in."

You'll never understand why any of the councilors ask if everyone else is in when they always end up doing it, even if someone is against it. There's a look in Ryan's eye that says he tried and failed; next to you, Abigail fidgets with the same discomfort. Whatever, what's the worst that can happen at a bonfire?

"To charge the phones," you'd said, followed it up with a "so we can have music at the campfire" for extra measure. At the very least, you should be feeling the slightest twinge of remorse for lying straight through your teeth. Your conscience must be on vacation because the little devil on your shoulder tells you that you should have done this much earlier.

The door to Mr. H's office creaks open; such a tiny noise sounds so loud in the unusually quiet building. For the past two months, these walls have not known a moment of silence; the lack of laughter and endless chatter is almost eerie.

"Ooo, spinny chair!" You'd almost forgotten that Dylan was lingering behind you this whole time. Evidently, you're not used to Dylan being so quiet, either.

"I was beginning to think you'd gone mute," you tease, locking the door behind you.

"I did," he all but throws himself into the chair, and for a second, you're concerned that it's going to tip, "the chair cured my ailments."

The way your eyes roll is a pure reflex, a new habit you've developed ever since the day you met him. You don't even realize that you're doing it anymore; it's so commonplace when you're talking to Dylan.

"I still can't believe that Mr. H left like that," you're talking, but only to distract him from the thoughts brewing in the back of your mind. "Could you imagine all the trouble we could get up to without supervision?" Your words are carefully chosen, your tone steady; there's the slightest sway in your hips as you walk over to the desk.

Dylan is more observant than anyone gives him credit for, even if he doesn't catch on right away. You know he's figured out you're up to something by the way he settles his hands along the curves of your waist, by the way he guides you to sit across his lap.

There's that glaze over his eyes again, unsure and stiff, yet he melts like butter when you bring your hand up to his cheek. Like a cat, he nuzzles his cheek into your hand, eager to soak up any and all affection you're willing to give him.

"Just a bunch of unsupervised adults in the middle of nowhere," he says, slowly; he's still working on where he's going with this one, "what crimes could we possibly commit?"

You hum as if you're lost in deep thought, "I've got a few ideas." Now it's your turn to fumble for words. How exactly does one tell their boyfriend, "hey, I know you've been having a day, and I wanna suck your dick under the table to make you feel better," without being too abrupt with it and risking scaring him off?

But then his eyes are widening, there's the slightest twitch from under his slacks, and you're realizing that you just said that whole train of thought out loud.

"I..." he stammers, cheeks the sweetest shade of pink as he leans further into your open palm for comfort, "well, I'm...not...going to stop you." He can't look you in the eye, always so bashful when you initiate things.

"Really?" Adjusting yourself until you're straddling his hips, and it's a miracle that you can fit on this tiny chair with him.

You're almost concerned that he may just faint, but then he's bumping your noses together, and in the softest voice you've ever heard, he says, "I'd like that."

His lips brush against yours, shy like it's the first time he's kissed you. It's such a stark contrast to the persona he's put on, dizzying at times. You let him meet you the whole way, running your fingers through his hair, resting at his nape. He hums when you dip your head down, lips carefully lacing in the most elegant of dances, slow and deliberate. Kissing him feels like floating among the clouds, and when your head begins to spin, you're convinced that you're already on one.

"You don't have to," he murmurs against your lips, in between kisses, "not if you don't want to." He talks too much.

Your tongue delves in to meet his, and the whine that ripples out of him makes your heart skip a beat. He always makes such pretty noises. You don't miss the way he grips your waist a little tighter, nor do you miss the way his hips twitch up into you. Lungs stinging, you retreat for a breath, but he follows you, kisses you with a fervor you rarely get to experience. His breath is hot against your lips, but his tongue is hotter.

Just when the stars are beginning to appear behind your eyelids, he pulls back, panting against your lips. Between heavy breaths, you kiss down his neck, lingering on the sensitive spots that have him squirming below you.

"That's," he gasps, jolting as your teeth sink into his collarbone.

"That's...what?" You tease, sucking lightly at the thin skin stretched over the bone.

You can't see it, but you can feel the eye roll; it's audible in the way he huffs, leans his head back against the chair a little too dramatically. The chair sways alarmingly with the motion and threatens to tip you over at any given moment. As gracefully as your position will allow, you sink from the chair, settling on your knees.

The sight that greets you is far too familiar; you've lost count of how many times you've done this. Just how many times you've kissed his clothed knee as your dominant hand fumbles with his jeans, popping open the button and lowering the zipper.

"This is so much better than hiding behind a tree," Dylan breathes, shaky fingers curling behind your head, "why did I not think of this sooner?"

His attempt at being snarky is poorly timed; the fingertips that previously teased at the edge of his boxers come to a halt. Silent, you sit back on your haunches, blank eyes trained on his.

Dylan squirms, his knee bumping your shoulder, "Okay, okay!" You have to settle a hand on one of his thighs, suddenly afraid he may jump out of the chair like a fish out of water. "I'm sorry, it was a bad joke; this was all your idea."

That's the best apology you suppose you'll get.

Your fingers dip under the elastic waistband; he's always situated off to the left, you've noticed. It proves correct once again when your fingers brush against hot flesh, and Dylan jumps.

He fits in your hand perfectly, cock hard and leaking as you draw him out from his boxers. This should be routine, at this point. Dylan has no reason to gasp that prettily when your tongue glides up, from base to tip, you do this every single time, and yet he still makes the sweetest noises to the same old tricks. It makes your heart flutter, a stark contrast to the lewd sound of your tongue tracing around his head, salty precum bold on your tongue.

"Jesus," he whines, eyes squeezed shut.

As much as you'd like to tease him, simply suck on the head until he's begging you to take him deeper, you're starting to hear the councilors mulling around outside. All it takes is one nosey person to peek through the cracks in the blinds and see you here, and you're not sure if either of you can handle the shame of being caught in Mr. H's office.

It's easy, wrapping your lips around him and gently suckling on the tip, tongue rubbing against the underside, back and forth in a practiced motion. Below you, Dylan squirms, bites into the flesh of his palm to stifle his noises. He's not one to buck up into your mouth, but you place your hands on his hips anyway, bracing yourself.

Hollowing your cheeks, you lower your head, taking him in until the head bumps into the back of your throat. Fighting the urge to gag, you hold him there for a second, fingers wrapping around what length you can't take. Your head begins to bob, finding a comfortable rhythm, humming when he mutters your name under labored breath.

"Fuck, Angel," Dylan's eyes are locked on you, barely open, yet too mesmerized by your motions to close them all the way, "just like that."

Gagging slightly, you take him a little deeper, jaw aching with the effort. Dylan whimpers, hips squirming the tiniest bit, like he doesn't know whether to run away from or chase after the feeling.

Knock_ Knock_

"Dylan? You in there, man?" Ryan's muffled voice is barely audible, but it's there. The doorknob tries, and you're forever grateful that you locked that damn thing.

"Y-yeah, why?" Dylan writhes, pushing on your head, urging for you to pull off of him.

You don't.

"What the fuck are you doing?" He whispers, yet the panic in his voice is lost when you suck a little harder, sink a little further down, and his eyes roll into the back of his head. Both hands cling to your head now, holding on for dear life as you pick up your pace, working him over with a fervor that has his thighs trembling.

"You wouldn't happen to know where Y/N went, would you?" Ryan's sweet, he really is, but you really wish he would walk away from the door. You already miss the pretty sounds that fall from Dylan's lips.

"Nope! Haven't, fuck, haven't seen them since they went to find a lighter!" You haven't heard Dylan this pitchy since you first met him; you wonder what else you can do to rile him up like this.

Ryan is quiet for a minute, and for a moment, you're concerned that he may be able to hear the wet, lewd sound of Dylan's dick in your mouth.

"...okay."

Yet, you don't hear him walk away. No thump of boots, no creaking of old wooden floors under heavy footsteps. Your ministrations slow, waiting for the telltale sound of Ryan walking away, all the while, Dylan's face turns redder and redder.

Finally, finally, he walks away, floor squeaking, a door slamming shut.

"Oh, thank fuck," Dylan all but deflates, and you're back to work, eager to ease the ache that's settled in your jaw.

Dylan's grip is growing tighter, keening when you hum around him. His legs are moving, twitching back and forth, needs to move but doesn't want you to pull off. The hand on your head grips tighter.

"I'm..." he starts, in between breaths, "I'm...I'm gonna..."

Swallowing his cum isn't exactly ideal, but now that you think about it, it seems like your only option to avoid a mess. Might as well try this out, then...

"Holy—," Dylan squeaks out, "Angel, please, I—fuck!"

You've taken him impossibly deeper, nose mere centimeters from his navel, cock even further down your throat. Tears sting at the corner of your eyes as you work up and down, fighting your gag reflex with everything you've got, and Dylan is gone.

His back arches off the chair as he cums, hot sticky liquid biting the back of your throat as you try your best to take it all. Head spinning, panting through your nose as you listen to the whimpered mantra of your name.

After a moment, you pull away, throat sore from the abuse it's undergone, and your jaw feels like it's made of jelly. "How was that for making you feel better?" Your voice is shot, rougher than normal, and breaking as you speak.

"Perfect, amazing, wonderful, five out of five stars on Yelp," he's leaning down, pressing a messy kiss to your spit-slicked lips. It's hard to kiss him for very long, not when neither of you can catch your breath, and the stiffness in your knees is screaming at you to get up.

"Now, how do we explain where I've supposedly been," you croak, using the desk for leverage as you climb to your feet. Your body sways, yet strong hands find your waist, supporting you before you can even develop the concern of falling.

"Well," he begins, chocolate brown eyes darting to the door behind you. "We can snoop around? Explore, maybe find Mr. H's secret sex dungeon."

For the umpteenth time today, you roll your eyes. "Of course, what can go wrong?"

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kitkatscabinet · 2 years

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I see there isn’t really any Jacob x reader fics so can you please write one where jacobs in love with the reader (like how he was with Emma) and just make it fluffy please!

Genre: fluff

Word count: 780

Feeling movement underneath you, you stirred from your sleep, groaning in discontent at being so rudely awakened. “Babe, you’ve gotta get up” Jacob nudged you.

“Nooo” you whined out “M’comfy.” You punctuated your statement by trying to burrow even deeper into his side, feeling his chest heave in laughter at your actions. Deciding to punish your pillows behaviour you lightly bit down on his chest as a warning for trying to escape. His laughter turning into a shocked squawk as his outraged voice filled your ears. Opening your eyes, you tilted your head to look up at him, only to find him already staring at you with an affection that made you dizzy.

“Baby as much as I love having you in my arms, Mr Hackett is gonna kill us if he finds out I stayed in a different cabin.” He tried to reason for once, surprising you with his responsibility causing you to finally concede. Giggling, you watched him stumble around and finally climb out the window, only after at least 10 more kisses though.

Jacob was beyond excited and the kids could tell, he was practically buzzing as he waited for you to arrive with your group of kids. You would be supervising the kids on a hike, they needed to burn the energy so they would sleep like logs later. The sound of screaming children not his own alerted him to the fact you had arrived as his eyes found your face, watching as you corralled the kids with what looked like ease. However, he could tell by the slight twitching of your right hand that you were getting a little irritated and your smile was getting more and more strained. No one else would have noticed but Jacob knew you through and through, he had just about fallen in love from the moment he met you. From then on, he had pretty much become an encyclopedia of you, Dylan had said it was creepy but you had been incredibly flattered. Besides you always knew how he was feeling without needing the words too, the pair of you were ‘disgustingly in love’ as Kaitlyn would say.

Making your way over to your new boyfriend you were immediately squished into his side as the pair of you continued to walk on like that. Keeping an eye out on the kids while pulling him into a conversation about the latest book you had read. Jacob honestly couldn’t say he completely understood everything you were talking about but he listened anyway because you cared about it. Noticing his silence, you stopped talking suddenly before you apologised.

“I’m sorry…you probably don’t care and I’ve been rambling and why didn’t you stop me?” your concerned voice raised in pitch and Jacob felt like he’d been punched in the chest. Whoever had inspired such anxiety in you that had caused you to feel this way deserved death. He decided then that he would spend the rest of his life making sure you never felt that way again as his arm squeezed you tighter.

“What? No, no, no. You care about it right, so why wouldn’t I wanna listen to you? I love listening to you, I’d listen to you recite the dictionary for hours if you wanted” he proclaimed, throwing the arm not around you out in the air.

“I know, I just don’t want to annoy you all the time” you shrugged trying to act like it was no big deal.

“What, you could never annoy me” he promised as you snorted in disbelief. Jacob was really upset now, not at you though, never at you. You were always there for him, always knew how to make him feel better. You had clocked his insecurity from the get-go, always stepping in when someone would go too far with their ribbing of him. It was what had made him really fall for you and he was upset that he hadn’t noticed you struggling.

“Did someone say you were annoying?” He demanded “cause I’ll beat em up.” Hearing you laugh Jacob fist pumped in success, crisis averted for now. He was abruptly pulled out of his victory party at the feeling of you stop walking. His confusion fading into contentedness as you kissed him sweetly, the pair of you only breaking apart at the sound of the children’s disgusted groans.

Deciding you should probably get back to supervising the kids you walked ahead of Jacob unaware of his goofy grin as he watched you go, already picturing your future wedding. Kaitlyn could tease him all she liked because at the end of the day he had you and that was all he cared about.

#jacob x gn! reader #jacob custos fic #jacob custos x reader #jacob custos #the quarry jacob #the quarry oneshot #the quarry requests

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sargeantsarmy · 3 months

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Heheh taking SMG ship drawing requests up until the end of the month for Valentines Day >:)

#because I can #please erm um I might not do some bc like I have that right or whagever #the quarry #house of ashes #little hope #the devil in me #man of medan #until dawn #supermassive games #art requests

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starrsfics · 2 years

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hiya! could i please request nick furcillo smut with afab reader (she/her)? the only specific kink i have in mind is dom!nick, and maybe if you’re ok with it, no reader orgasm? i personally find it hard to cum ever lol and every fic i read has like 383737 reader orgasms eeee 🙈 tia!!!

hiya! of course i can! please enjoy this it took some time because i wanted to get it perfect as this is my first request! btw tysm for requesting! <3 Sorry it is a bit short but I tried my best!

My little cumdump.

dom!nick furcillo x afab!reader

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) porn with no plot, breeding kink (if u squint), oral (male recieving), name calling (princess), rough sex, hair pulling, no reader orgasm but nick finishes twice lol, probably ooc nick.

675 words.

You don't know how it got to this. Your lips wrapped around Nick's hard cock, his hand tangled into your hair and your fingers desperately rubbing your clit through your panties. It started with just watching a movie together that neither of you were actually paying attention to. "Fuckk (y/n), such a good girl, letting her daddy fuck her throat, hm?" He forced your head down on his aching cock with the hand in your hair. Such force made you choke. The clenching of your throat around him made him throw his head back in pleasure.

"Sorry princess, but you know daddy has his needs, right?"

He looked down at you as your plump lips wrapped so perfectly around his length. He couldn't help but let out a moan at the sight of this. "God you look so fucking perfect with your lips wrapped around my cock. You love taking me in your mouth, don't you princess?" You moan on his dick, vibrations causing him to twitch in your mouth. You knew he was close. You swirled your tongue rapidly around him and with one final thrust, his seed spilled into the back of your throat. You took his cock out of your mouth with a soft pop and his cock sprang back onto his stomach. He tsks wiping the dripping cum from the sides of your mouth. "Such a waste of my cum, (y/n)." You swallowed however much of the cum you had left in your mouth with a loud gulp.

He smirks, "Good girl. Now let me fuck your pretty hole."

Nick flipped you over so you were in doggy. He pulled your panties to the side and rubbed his head up and down your slit. "How much do you want this baby? Let me hear you say how much you want me to fuck your pretty cunt." he says as you look behind at him. "Please... please let me make you feel good. I want to be your cumdump." That was all it took for nick to push himself into you completely. You whimpered at the sudden action and Nick started to thrust slowly making sure you adjust to his length before pounding into you. The sound of his hips crashing against your ass filled the room.

"Fuck N-Nick.. you feel so good!" you moaned out. He pulled your head back to look at him with your hair and you bit your lip. "God, you are such a mess for me, aren't you?" he smirked as he leaned down to kiss you. His lips smashed onto yours and his kisses were full of lust. You moaned into it and he bit your bottom lip. You arched you back more to give him better entrance. "God, Nick right t-there! Please!" You whined as he brushed against your g-spot. He began abusing that same spot over and over again. "Mm, did I find my princess' spot?" he chuckled and both his hands fell to your hips. "N-Nick!" The sound of your name coming out of his mouth made him impossibly harder and he destroyed your cervix with more vigorous thrusts. You contracted yourself around his cock and you felt him twitch inside you. "Fuck baby if you do that I won't be able to hold back any longer." he said, hands tightening around your waist.

"Please.. Please cum inside.."

And just like that, he completely let go. His thrusts became animalistic and it felt way to good for him not to cum. You moaned so loud, you wouldn't be surprised if the neighbors heard you. "Good girl, let everyone hear how good I make you feel." Suddenly, his thrusts were slower and sloppier. His vision darkened and his heart was beating incredibly fast. "J-just a little m-more." He grunted chasing his release. He shuddered thrusting into you one last time before finally painting your velvety insides white with a long sigh. He pulled out watching his cum flowing out of your hole.

"Such a pretty girl.. I guess you are my cumdump."

#the quarry smut #the quarry #the quarry fanfic #nick furcillo smut #nick furcillo #nick fucillo x reader #smut #requests are open #requests are welcome #one shot #hate this #but yeah #please dont bully me #lol

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divomria · 2 years

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What about dylan and ryan seeing each other at camp for the first time? 💖

Dylan was asked to find Ryan :D

#the quarry #supermassive games #ryan erzahler #dylan lenivy #radioheads #dylan x ryan #artists on tumblr #my art #art requests #rylan

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dreamqueenkala · 2 years

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WARNINGS: Breeding Kink; Light choking; Thigh Riding; Submissive!Nick; Praise; Unprotected sex; Momentary Hair pulling

Female Reader x Nick Furcillo

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"Niiiick!" She squealed as she resurfaced from the water, her soaked hair draped over her face and shielding her eyes. A loud boisterous laugh to her left drew her attention and she reached out to splash him with a huff, her free hand trying to untangle her soaked locks from her face. Two warm hands pressed to her cheeks and gently caressed her locks from her eyes. Her (e/c) eyes met his deep chocolate pools and his toothy smile as he gazed down at her, his dark curly hair matted to his own face and dripping down his chin.

"Sorry, love. I just can't help it when you react so cute." He teased, leaning in to nuzzle her nose with his own. She huffed but couldn't hide the rose hue that warmed the apples of her cheeks as he nuzzled her so affectionately. Instead, she pouted, puffing her cheeks out and turning her back to him. "Aww, c'mon, (Y/N), I'm only playing." He cooed, trying to coax her to turn around.

When she refused he sighed and dipped down to bury his face in her bare shoulder, peppering feathery kisses along the soft, fair surface. His fingers lightly caressed her sides under the water, drawing circles in the soft flesh of her hips and easing her tenseness with the sweet gesture. Pressed so close to him, she could feel his warmth rolling in waves over them both and sighed.

Turning, her small hands splayed themselves over his bare chest, her eyes gazing over his facial features with such concentration the Aussie began to blush shyly. She could see the water droplets sparkling in his eyelashes, see the minuscule freckles dotted just beneath his cheekbones, pick out the tiny flecks of caramel in his dark eyes. She smiled, once again in awe of the man she'd found herself falling for more and more for the past year, and stood on her toes to press a kiss to his jaw.

"You don't have to dunk me just to see my 'cute' reactions, mister." She scolded, prodding a finger against his rib cage and earning a soft gasp of surprise from the tanned man.

"Well, that's not fair. It's not fun if you expect it." He yelped as she splashed hun full in the face, spluttering as the girl he'd been with for so long proceeded to dunk him in response.

"You're right. It is more fun when you don't expect it." She giggled, brushing a strand of her (h/c) locks behind her left ear. As he resurfaced and glared after her she rolled her eyes and dove into the water, swimming across the pool. His eyes fell to the swell of her ass as they had been the whole time they'd been out, the boy swallowing thickly as his mouth suddenly felt dry.

Nick reached out and swam after her, smiling as they swam the length of the pool side by side. "You're beautiful, love." He hummed thoughtfully, grinning wider at the cute blush that flushed her face.

It had been a year and three months since they'd gotten together, 3 years since they'd met, and every day was full of sweet compliments, kind gestures, cuddles and the very rare kiss. Of course, this wasn't on (Y/N)'s shoulders, no, rather Nick's. The boy, despite his dominance when it came to staking his claim over his girlfriend and protecting her from strangers and pervs, was probably the most awkward and submissive man she'd ever met. She didn't dislike it, actually, she found him quite adorable. However, the lack of proper intimacy between the two was driving her hormones wild.

Today, coming to the pool, was her idea. See, she saw the nice weather in the middle of spring as a sign that taking her boyfriend to an empty pool on a Tuesday was a great idea. They'd come here often enough beforehand, so it wouldn't seem suspicious. (Y/N) made particularly sure to entice the man with her new swimsuit—a black and green horizontally striped two piece that accentuated her curves and her slightly thicker-than-average thighs. It was working, too, if the stares to her ass and breasts were anything to go by.

Smiling warmly after his compliment, (Y/N) turned to face the stairs, slowly climbing from the pool. Her hips swayed with each step up, water trickling down her spine and over the supple curves of her body. Nick inhaled sharply behind her, and it took every ounce of strength of will for her to subdue the smile pulling at her lips.

"Babe, Cmon, I wanna get home before the neighborhood kids get out of school." She cooed, wrapping a towel around her body and shielding the enticing view from her boyfriends dark eyes. Nick stumbled up the steps, his face flushed as he shifted his swim shorts around, coiling another towel around his waist. They gathered their things and exited the apartment pool, making their way up two flights of stairs to their own apartment.

(Y/N) followed close behind Nick, stumbling over her feet up the stairs and falling into his back with a gasp. The dark haired boy swallowed again feeling her breasts press into his back and her hands on his hips, his heart skipping a beat at the contact. "Y-You okay, love?" He stammered, clearing his throat as he steadied her and moved to unlock the door.

She cleared her throat and brushed herself off, her towel slipping just enough to show off her cleavage. "Yeah, just slipped a little. I'm okay." She smiles so innocently up at him, the guy could've sworn all the warmth left in him would've flooded his cheeks if it wasn't already swelling in his shorts. The door clicked open and the two stepped inside their shared apartment, dropping their keys and such by the door and moving towards their bedroom.

Knowing her boyfriend was looking for his own clothes to change into, (Y/N) buried herself in the closet, brushing her hair behind her shoulders. "Babe? Can you put the towels in the dryer for me?" She asked, dropping her towel by her feet in the process. She heard him hum in agreement, footsteps moving towards her to grab her towel from the floor. He stopped short as she suddenly slipped her swim suit top off, letting the soaked fabric plop to the floor. Her thumbs slipped under the sides of her bottoms, slowly wedging the fabric down her waist til it slipped the rest of the way to the floor.

"Nick?" She turned her head, her eyes taking in the sight of her boyfriend gazing at her with an open mouth and lust blown pupils, his shorts tented slightly. Giggling, the shorter female turned to face him completely, a hand on her hip and her bare self on full display. "Nick? Babe?" He blinked slowly and closed his mouth, swallowing thickly in a desperate attempt to steel himself.

"Y-Yeah? What?" His gaze snapped up to meet her (e/c) eyes, blushing and furrowing his brows in confusion at the grin that covered her lips. She stepped forward slowly, her fingers trailing over his chest and toying with his slowly drying curls.

"Why're you blushing, babe?" She cooed, eyes peering up at him through her long lashes, lips pouted slightly. She tilted her head, slowly guiding him backwards toward the bed. "Feeling shy?"

"I-I..." He gasped as his knees hit the bed, his ass meeting the sheets as he gazed up at her. Her nose nudged his, her fingers tracing the pulse point in his throat, and she draped a leg over his lap. "Y-You're j-just...."

"Just what, babe?"

He inhaled sharply and licked his lips, his brown eyes black with lust tracing her bare form once more. "Beautiful." Her breath hitched in her throat and she smiled warmly, her free hand guiding his chin up to face her.

"Kiss me, Nick." His lips met hers quickly, moving so slowly, yet so passionately, (Y/N) swore she could feel her own pulse on her tongue, pressed against the warm muscle in his mouth. Her fingers slotted into his hair, tugging lightly and eliciting a soft groan from the boy. He exhaled through his nose as she moved to straddle his thigh, her bare pussy pressed against his skin and startling the poor guy.

"W-Wait, (Y/N)—" She hushed him as he pulled away frantically, her gaze not leaving his. He panted slightly as he watched her, biting his lip as her hip began to slide forward and back over his thigh. "B-Babe."

"You do this to me." She murmured, hands on his shoulders now as she moved. His mouth snapped shut at her words, glancing down at her breasts as they swayed with her movements. (Y/N) gripped his shoulders tightly, rolling her hips faster as his thigh began to grow damp for reasons other than the pool. "You make me feel so hot. So needy. So naughty." Her words became mewls of pleasure, her eyes fluttering as her pussy slickened with the thoughts traversing her head. She reached up with one hand and toyed with her breasts, the boy beneath her groaning softly at the sight.

"I-I do this?" His voice was huskier now, raspier, almost as if he was struggling to speak at all. She nodded wordlessly, gasping as his hands came up to ghost over her hips. "W-What do you want me to do?"

"Touch me." She mewled, tilting her head back slightly. She reached down, grasping his larger hand and guiding it over her breasts, across her shoulder, curling his fingers around her throat. "Please, Nick." Squeeze. "O-Oh fuck!" Her hips jutted forward harshly, her thigh brushing his crotch and they both moaned loud and unfiltered. Her nails dug into his thigh now, stabilizing herself as she bucked and rode his thigh faster, harder. He squeezed her throat again and she nearly drooled, her eyelids fluttering from the pleasurable feeling. He squeezed a bit longer and her eyes filled with tears, pooling there and trickling down as she chanted his name in a hoarse whisper. "Nick, Nick, Nick..."

"Fuck." Slowly, she opened her eyes, harshly blinking through the tears to see the absolute euphoria on his face. His free hand was palming his crotch, outlining his cock through the damp fabric of his swim shorts and fisting the base.

"Let me help, Nick." Her hands pushed him to lay back, her hips lifting from his as she hovered over him. Carefully, she hooked her fingers around the waistband of his shorts and guided them halfway down his thighs, just far enough to free his erection. It wasn't too thick, but it was long enough to draw a moan from (Y/N)'s lips at the sight. "You're so hot." The Aussie boy whimpered slightly at her reaction, hands resting on her hips as she straddles him once more. Her fingers gently enveloped his cock, pressing the swollen head to her clit and nearly collapsing at the pressure. "F-Fuck, babe, oh my god."

Nick gently eased her forward, bucking his hips lightly to tease her entrance. "Please, love." He begged softly, a mere whisper in comparison to the loud moans that had left him before. She gazed down at him with such intense passion he had to bite his lip to hold back a whimper.

"Please what?" He whimpered softly and squeezed her hips lightly, bucking his own enough that the tip pressed against her eager hole. His doe brown eyes gazed up at her with desperation, his bare skin coated in sweat and his toes curled in anticipation.

"I need to be inside you. Please, (Y/N)." He moaned for her, and she grinned with a breathy sigh, sinking her hips down over his cock. They both hissed from the tight intrusion, quickly bottoming out despite the stretch. "S-So tight. So good." He murmured, panting slightly.

(Y/N) rolled her hips, watching his expression morph as he moaned sharply and arched his back, his eyes clenched shut. "Good boy. So full, you make me feel so full." She hummed, setting a slow and steady rhythm. His hands guided her hips forward a bit, keeping her rocking in his lap as he blinked away at the ecstasy fogging his mind.

Nick's gaze settled on her breasts, watching them bounce with each buck of her hips, the wet sounds of skin slapping and her cunt squeezing his cock filling the room. Her nails dug into his chest and her lips parted to exhale heavily. His own lips muttered her name incoherently, chest heaving and heart racing, skin flushed with heat.

"Wanna fill you." He mumbled, one arm now draped over his face and obscuring his expression from her view. She grunted and leaned down slightly, rolling her hips at a new angle that had him arching his back and crying out. "Please! Please, wanna breed you. Please, love!" His breathless, desperate pleads made her heart swell and her pussy clench, low moans leaving her own lips.

"Fucking fill me up, Nick. Fill me with your cum. Get me pregnant. I'm yours, baby, all yours." She replied, feeling his cock throb deep within her walls. Nick writhed and bucked, gripping her hips so tightly in one hand she knew her skin would be bruised, but she didn't care. (Y/N)'s thrusts grew more heavy, sloppier as she drew closer to her climax, her breasts pressed flushed against his chest now as he drew her into a hug. Taking over only for a short moment, his hips began to buck up into hers. Once, twice, three times, then Nick groaned her name and pressed up flush against her, filling her cunt with his seed. As he did so, (Y/N) stammered and clenched once more, her body trembling with her own orgasm.

Faces buried in each other's hair, bodies coated in sweat, cum pooling over their thighs, the duo held each other gently for awhile. Though it was a long silence as they calmed down from their highs, the two were content, nuzzling each other and sharing chaste kisses between words of affection. "I love you." They murmured repeatedly, cradling each other close.

It was a long day, and an even longer night, the couple wouldn't forget for a very long time.

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