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MINORS DNI 18+ ONLY VIEWER DISCRETION ADVISED
Day i. || Piercings/Tattoos
Harrington, Steve w/ Male Reader
SYNOPSIS: Steve’s not the type to flaunt what he desires and certainly isn’t one to lose his cool around attractive people, but when it comes to you, all he really wants to do is trace the lines of your geometric tattoos and feel that cold silver bead on your tongue trace his skin. You have no qualms giving him what he so silently desires.
“F-Fuck—“ His cocoa butter hues rolled into the back of his skull, fingers roughly yanking at his chocolate curls as his hips bucked involuntarily. Drool pooled at the corner of his mouth and his toes curled in his sneakers, back pressed against the bathroom door as the party down stairs raged on.
He’d spent months imagining just what this would feel like. Day after day, Steve had gazed over you from afar, silently admiring the way your muscles made your tattoos flex along your arms, as if they were dancing. He’d swallowed every time your tongue did that familiar flick across your lip when you were nervous, his honey brown eyes honing in on the silver bead pierced through the wet muscle. He’d never once managed to gain the confidence to speak to you, in fact, he did his best to avoid you when he could.
Your mere presence in the same room had him anxious, a cold sweat lining his nape, his eyes averting anywhere but where you were located. His fingers would toy with the sleeves of his sweaters and tees, a minor distraction from the blatant sensation of your eyes burning into the side of his skull. He knew he’d been caught many times, neither of you were stupid, but Steve was far too sexually confused to mention it.
You, on the other hand, knew exactly what you wanted. Steve Harrington, with his fluffy brown locks always gelled to perfection, those honey colored doe eyes, his dimples, and the sweet flush of his cheeks when he smiled, had you in a daze. You’d wanted him far longer than he’d wanted you. Frankly, you thought of it as merely sexual attraction, nothing more.
But then, a few months into the new school year, you caught him staring during gym, watching you smoke on the bleachers by the field with a few of your friends. Your eyes had met slowly, and, almost as if some otherworldly being has pressed pause on your surroundings, time seemed to stand still. What was only a momentary shy glance at each other simultaneously, seemed as if it would last forever. When he whipped his head away, the moment had ended, but the sweet flush of pink to his cheeks as he jogged around the field away from you caught your eye.
From then on, you’d actively gone out of you way to tease him. In the parking lot you’d meet his eyes and wink. During gym you’d ogle his abs and biceps, biting your lip when you met eyes. Even passing each other in the halls you’d go as far as to caress his hip or his nape, his eyes following your tongue as it circled your pouting lips.
The man wasn’t oblivious, he knew you were taunting him. However, that’s all he thought it was. Steve didn’t think it would go anywhere, even if he confronted you about it. After all, he wasn’t the nicest guy in Hawkins, and he surely wasn’t known for his recent acceptance of his sexuality. Despite that, you were determined. You’d even planned a party at your house a week ago.
He didn’t want to go, originally, but King Steve had this “silent obligation” to attend every party. He didn’t expect it to be fun. He didn’t expect to be able to relax like he had been for over two hours. And he certainly didn’t expect to end up like this—
Pressed against the bathroom door connected to your bedroom upstairs, his jeans and boxers around his knees, and his cock buried down your throat. Your hands dug into his quivering thighs, pinning his hips whilst your tongue swirled around the length of it. Your eyes hadn’t left his face since you’d moved into the bathroom—in fact, you hadn’t stopped staring at him since he first arrived.
Your tongue traces the top of his cock, the cold metal bead pierced through it sending shockwaves through the jock’a body. “H-Holy s-shit—!” Steve reached down and gripped at your hair tightly with one hand, his free one tracing the black geometric symbols painted into the skin of your neck. You mewled around the girth pressing down on your tongue, tilting your head and letting the piercing trace the thick vein bulging from the underside.
Steve never came so hard in his life.
You swallowed and licked your lips clean of the sticky fluid he’d painted your tongue with, nipping at his thigh. Your fingers tugged are your shirt, pulling it over your head and leaving your tattooed torso on display. Steve blinked, panting heavily as you bent backwards over the bathroom counter, your own excitement prominently displayed beneath your jeans and a sultry smirk on your pouty lips. All it took was a simple wave of your hand and he was on you again, devouring your inked skin with licks, kisses and bites.
It may be a secret he’d have to take to his grave, but Steve would never forget that party.
I shrieked as a familiar bicep coiled around my neck, forcing me to bend over as his knuckles rubbed against my scalp. Squirming, I tugged at his arms and whined, eventually resorting to kicking him in the shin. He yelped and backed away quickly, leaning down to rub his shin with a pout.
"Um, ow!" He huffed, dark eyes glaring at me, though there was still humor on his face. I stuck my tongue out in reply, ruffling my (h/c) hair gently and popping my neck.
"You started it, shithead!" I squealed as he lunged at me, dodging to the side. Taking off at a sprint, I barreled through the forest behind the boathouse, screaming with joy. "Jacob, you're a dick!"
"I know!" Holy shit, he's right on my ass! I yelped as his muscular arms embraced my waist, the force of his tackle carrying us both to the dirt. I gasped from the force, cradling my head as it had smacked the ground pretty hard.
"F-Fuck, shit, I'm sorry, (Y/N)!" Jacob stammered, sitting upright to get a better look at my head. "Dammit, okay, t-there's no blood, at least." I blinked and light rubbed the bump already forming on the back of my skull, pushing myself up onto my elbows. As I did so, my face was suddenly inches away from Jacobs broad chest, the boy leaning over me slightly to worry over my bruising skull.
Completely oblivious to my predicament, Jacob caressed my hair gently, attempting to assess the damage. My eyes raked slowly down his torso, hesitating on his wide, strong hips and his powerful thighs that straddled my hips. Straddled. Holy fuck, Jacob's on top of me right now.
Every hormone in my body immediately reacted, blood rushing to my shorts and causing a tent to begin to form. My heart raced and my breathing staggered, (e/c) eyes wide with shock. My skin flushed a bright red and I yelped, quickly forcing the guy off me with both hands to his chest.
He gasped as he fell back, resting on his elbows as he glared at me. "Dude, what the hell—" Jacob's exclamation fell short as his brows furrowed, eyes settling on my red face and flustered expression. "Dude? You good?"
I didn't respond, my brain short circuiting as I attempted to rid myself of the dirty thoughts lingering behind my eyelids. What would it be like to have those thick, muscular thighs wrapped around my skull, those strong hands smacking my ass—I groaned and covered my face, lifting my knees in an attempt to shield my crotch from view.
"Dude, (Y/N), what's wrong?" Jacob leaned forward, brushing my hair to the side. He was worried, that much was obvious, but whether or not he noticed what was really happening to me was unknown.
"N-Nothing!" My voice cracked and I winced, squirming away from him. "I-I'm fine." My awkward demeanor was a common thing as I had severe social anxiety, especially around attractive or outgoing people. Though I was normally quite comfortable around Jacob, the crush I'd slowly developed over the past month on the guy made me flustered and provided me with more than just one problem. Problems I, unfortunately, had to deal with alone.
Shifting in place, I pushed myself back against a tree, my gaze flitting around rapidly. I could see his larger form moving closer to my thin self, kneeling over me as his shadow cast over my face. "(Y/N), dude, look at me." I shook my head, keeping my face buried in my knees. His firm hands squeezed my calves and I gasped softly, recoiling at the unintentionally intimate gesture. "Dude, let me see your face, c'mon—"
"N-No, Jake—!" My face grew ever warmer as he pulled my legs down, his eyes immediately flicking to the little problem I'd developed. I whimpered slightly at the wide eyed stare he'd given me upon noticing, tears pricking at my eyes. "D-Don't look at me like that."
His gaze snapped back up to meet mine, (e/c) clashing with deep charcoal. I squeezed my eyes shut and sniffled softly, hiccuping. "G-Go ahead. F-Fuckin' hate me, l-like everyone at home—"
"Woah, woah, woah! Dude, why would I hate you?" I snapped my jaw shut, eyes still screwed shut as my fingers dug into the dirt. "D-Did...did I...?" With a swift, but hesitant nod from me, Jacob inhaled sharply, his hands leaving my bare calves as he leaned back. I felt my heart sink and had to bite back a sob, the sound a choked whimper in my throat as I covered my face with my hands.
The dark thoughts invaded, memories of my fathers drunken anger and the abuse I suffered at home lingering behind my minds eye. I could feel the glass shattering on my skin, hear the angry slurs and threats, the banging of his fist on a door. Without realizing it, I began to hyperventilate, my breathing staggered and my heart rate accelerated as I struggled to focus. Ugly. Evil. Stupid. Weak. Pathetic. Useless. Disgusting. Disgraceful.
“Hey, hey, hey!” Warm hands cupped my jaw, two thumbs wiping the tears trickling down my skin. "It's okay. You're beautiful. You're kind. You're funny. You're smart. So beautiful. So brilliant." I hadn’t realized I’d spoken my thoughts aloud. His sweet words slowly calmed my thunderous thoughts, my breathing slowing to an even pattern. Blinking my eyes slowly, I leaned into his palm, exhaling softly as my hands fell to my lap.
"'M sorry." Jacob shushed me, petting my cheeks as he moved to sit beside me. Maneuvering my body, he placed me between his legs, head resting against his chest and my own legs draped over his left thigh. He cradled me close for a moment—obviously he was used to my anxiety attacks, having helped me through them more than once before so far this summer—and gently caressed my spine lightly.
"You're okay, (N/N). Seriously, you don't have to be so worked up." Jacob hummed after a moment. "I meant what I said, okay? I could never hate you just for being gay...your dad’s a dick, dude." I snorted softly and nuzzled his chest, exhaling as his heart thumped loudly beneath my ear.
"Thanks Jake. You're my best friend, you know that?" Jacob smiled and rested his hands on my back and thigh, hugging me closer.
"Well, duh, but I think I'm more than just your best friend if you just popped a boner for me—"
"Oh my god, shut up!" His boisterous laugh was infectious, a wide grin on both our lips as the tenseness of the previous situation died down with ease. His eyes sparkled with mirth and adoration as they examined my happy expression, lingering for a moment longer on my lips. "What...?"
"Nothing. You're just hot." His cheeky grin had me groaning, falling backwards over his lap as he snorted.
"Woooooow, so smooth, Jake." I huffed, despite the pink hue painting the apples of my cheeks again. I reached up and poked his shoulder, the guy smiling down at me.
"What? I can't flirt with you?" I deadpannned and pursed my lips, narrowing my gaze as I sat up.
"You're fucking with me."
He gaped at my blatant accusation, lifting his hands up in defense. "Um, no? Why would I do that?"
"Don't be a dick."
"I'm not! Wha—(Y/N)!" I moved to stand up, shuffling onto my knees with slight discomfort due to the semi-hard-on I still sported. Before I could move any further, Jacob's hands grasped my waist, pulling me back and forcing me to face him, straddling his hips. His expression was that of a kicked puppy as he held me in place, genuinely hurt by my accusation. "I'm not fucking with you."
Pursing my lips, I hesitated, searching his charcoal gaze for a sign of any deceit or deviousness. When I found none, I caved, placing my hands on his chest gently. "Promise?"
"Yeah, I promise." Jacobs hands squeezed my sides lightly, my body shuddering as his thumbs brushed under the hem of shirt my slightly. His eyes flickered down, watching my hips twitch in his lap, before flickering up to gauge my reaction. His hands slid lower, warm fingers threading under my shirt and tickling my cool skin lightly. I sat up straighter, suddenly aware of how close we really were, our noses practically brushing as our breathes mingled.
"Jake..." I mumbled, eyes flicking to his lips as my heart hammered in my chest. He swallowed thickly, leaning forward so our lips brushed.
"Yeah..." Jacob closed the gap, pulling me closer as his hips brushed up against mine. I mewled softly against his mouth, feeling his hand slide down to palm my crotch, squeezing the length and rubbing the head with his thumb.
"J-Jacob—" He shushed me with another kiss, his fingers digging into my waist and his hand squeezing my crotch lightly. His tongue slipped past my parted lips, losing itself against mine while his knees bent slightly, rolling our hips together. Soft mewls and whines escaped me between kisses, my hands grabbing at his defined chest and broad shoulders, squeezing and kneading the muscled flesh.
He chuckled slightly, soft grunts pressed against my lips as I groped the athlete, his hands guiding my ass over his lap. I could feel him pressing against my rear, the thick outline of his cock tented in his khakis. I pulled away with a breathless gasp, a string of saliva bonding our lips as we panted and gazed at each other, pupils blown. "I-I thought you were—"
"Interested in Emma? She's hot but she's not you."
My heart warmed at his words and I found myself grinding over his lap, pressing down against his cock whilst his fingers squeezed my waist. "F-Fuck..." He groaned and let his eyes flutter shut, cupping my ass in his large palms with a nice squeeze. "You keep doing that and I'm gonna lose it, (N/N)." He warned, eyes dark as they opened to settle on my hips, watching me roll them.
"Jacob..." His name came out as a breathless whine, his eyes meeting mine with surprise and lust as he took in my expression of utter submission. My nails dug into his shoulders as I leaned back against his bent legs, lips parted and slightly swollen from our kisses whilst my pupils consumed the ring of (e/c) that once rested there. "I want you. Jacob, please." I begged, disheveled (h/c) locks falling loosely in my vision. A deep groan left his throat and his hands moved further down my ass, grabbing firmly at the plush clothed flesh. His lips found my neck and sucked at the skin, tongue swirling lightly over my pulse point. As his teeth nipped at my pulse, I cried out and bucked my hips hard, slamming my ass back against his hard clothed cock.
"Jesus Fucking—!" Gripping my ass tightly, he lifted me up onto my knees, shuffling to remove his belt. Popping the button, he slid his khakis and boxers down just enough to let his cock stand, the bulbous red tip bounding against his clothed abs with a harsh smack.!I swallowed thickly and struggled to remove my own shorts, tossing them along with my briefs to the side. My shirt still present on my body helped me relax slightly, feeling incredibly shy as my smaller length lifted the hem with its pulsing. "You're beautiful." The ravenette mumbled against my throat, licking his fingers lightly. That hand made its way down my spine, slipping between my cheeks and prodding at my entrance.
I gasped and gripped his shoulders, whimpering as he slipped his middle finger in to the first knuckle. It felt different with his hand, his digits thicker than my own. Despite the temporary discomfort, I felt extremely satisfied by just the one in my ass, keening as he buried it deeper. "Is that good?" Jacob asked, genuinely curious as he'd most likely never fucked another guy before. I nodded, unable to find words in the moment, and let my head rest on his shoulder. His ring finger slipped past the rim, following the first as deep as two knuckles, then he slowly pulled them back out only to push them back in just as slow.
"Faster..." I murmured, tightly gripping at his shirt as I did so. He made a soft noise of confirmation, his fingers moving faster as his freehand slid to my front. Between my legs, he grasped my cock in his left hand, my muffled yelp of surprise pressed against his skin. Rubbing the tip with his thumb, he stroked me lightly, other hand still thrusting into my ass as he held me. "O-Oh fuck, J-Jake...!"
"Say my name again." His voice was hoarse from lust and pleasure, leaning back to watch my expressions as he toyed with my body. His cock throbbed against his abdomen, a bead of precum forming at the tip.
"Jake!" I all but whined, head tossed back as I rolled my hips against his hands. His breath hitched and he bit his lip, dark eyes watching me with awe. Deciding to return the favor, one of my hands slipped down his chest and enveloped his length, his size much larger than my hand. I stroked him in time with his movements, watching his brows furrow and his jaw clench.
"F-Fuck, (Y/N)..." He grunted, voice cracking. I perked up slightly and moved my hand a bit faster, still rolling my hips into his hands. My thumb swiped over his tip, spreading his precum, and I squeezed the base lightly, earning a whine of pleasured protest from him. "Fuck yeah, ah..."
I leaned forward as he rushed his movements, thrusting his fingers in my ass rapidly as he fisted my cock. His lips brushed over mine as we both moaned, his hand replacing mine on his own cock and pressing our two lengths together. I mewled and thrusted into his fist, coiling my arms around his neck and threading my fingers through his hair. He kissed me aggressively, stroking faster as he dipped three fingers into my ass, altering the angle and brushing my prostate. I screamed against his mouth, his lips pulling into a smile as his tongue swallowed my cry, fingers aiming for that bundle of nerves on every thrust in. His strokes grew sloppy, our cocks rubbing together as they throbbed and our balls clenched, climax growing near.
"So beautiful. So sweet." Jacob cooed against my lips, his eyes half lidded as he gazed at me with such adoration and love, chest heaving. I whimpered softly and bit my lip, back arching as I cried out once more, my vision a blinding white. I could hear him groan, his hips bucking against mine as we both came, the warm stickiness of our release mixed between our shirts and dampening the soft cotton cloth. Panting, I rested my head on his shoulder, wincing as his fingers slipped from my ass and tugged my shirt hem down to cover it.
"Holy shit, you guys are loud." I yelped and scrambled to hide myself further, Jacobs hands wiping themselves clean on his shirt before coiling around me protectively. Nick snickered as he stood nearby, hands on his hips whilst Kaitlyn hailed a disapproving expression, her arms folded over her chest. "You guys need to clean the fuck up and thank Ryan for taking all the kiddos canoeing."
"Yes ma'am." Jacob mock saluted the short woman, receiving a roll of the eyes and a scoff before she turned on her heel. Nick waved, a coy smirk on his face as he followed after her, disappearing beyond the treeline. Jacob chuckled lowly and pressed a kiss to my temple, hugging me gently.
"We really should get cleaned up." I nodded, my face ablaze, but the dopey smile I carried had yet to fade. Even though we'd been caught, I didn't regret a thing.
SYNOPSIS: You’re tired of Emma blatantly flirting with Jacob, especially when you’ve been dating him far longer than you’ve been at camp. Deciding to put an end to this game of hers, you bring out the “anniversary gift” you’d gotten him a little earlier than you intended to.
Nostrils flaring, eyes narrowed and teeth gritted with a vengeful annoyance, your fingers latched into Jacob’s hair and pulled sharply. He yelped, his gaze snapping away from the blonde who’d been pressing herself against his front moments ago, stumbling in your direction. Emma’s eyes were wide from both surprise and irritation, clearly upset that you’d stepped in.
“Stay the fuck away from my boyfriend, Mountebank.” You hissed, your voice a bit deeper as it normally became when struck with deep anger. Jacob’s body tensed and he instinctively shuffled closer to you, one of his most subtle submissive tells. Typically, you’d grasp his hand to comfort him when he submitted like that, but your anger blinded you and instead you let your glare linger on the jock before snapping back to the influencer.
With an agitated click of her tongue, Emma tossed her hair over her shoulder and placed her hands on her hips, a sneer on her lips that made your blood boil. “Kinda can’t when we work together sometimes. Not my fault he looks so delicious.” A growl almost inhumane left your throat, her haughty expression wavering as she took a step back. Clearing her throat, she shrugged in feign disinterest, turning on her heel. “Whatever losers.”
Spinning on your heel, you backed the taller boy towards your shared cabin, grateful the kids were busy on the island. Your fingers kneaded into his biceps, guiding him inside, albeit a bit rougher than you would’ve intended had you not been practically seeing red. Your lips met his before he could speak, a deep groan leaving his lips.
“Babe—“ Jacob stammered against your lips, his large hands grasping at your hips in an attempt to push you away. Your brows furrowed, your own hands forcing him backwards til his knees met the frame of your shared bunk, a sharp gasp leaving his lips as he tumbled onto the mattress. Glaring down at the flustered male, you bent over to dig in your suitcase, fumbling around for a specific object you’d tucked away. “What are you doing?”
“Shut up, Jacob.” Rising to your full height, a few inches shorter than the jock himself, you held the thick leather object in your hand in front of him. His dark eyes honed in the object and widened, jaw going slack with both nervousness and surprise. “Wear it.”
“W-What?”
“Since Emma can’t seem to take a fucking hint, maybe I should just show her who you belong to. Wear. It. Jacob.” The male licked his lips and tilted his head forward, worried gaze flickering between the leather and your own eyes. Seeing his concern and hesitation, your expression softened, free hand coming up to cup his cheek and caress the skin beneath his eye. “Relax baby. It’s only for us, I won’t hurt you. You know that, right?”
Jacob held your gaze for a moment longer, finally releasing a deep exhale and nodding. You moved to sit beside him on the mattress, hand on his cheek now petting his hair soothingly before moving to his nape. His eyes fluttered closed as he tilted his head forward all the way, your fingers gently caressing the skin of his neck. The collar coiled around his throat at your command, the minuscule clink of the clasp causing him to shiver slightly. Straightening, he gazed at you with a dazed glassy effect to his eyes, pupils dilated while the male rested in his sub space.
“You’re so good, Jacob. I love you, baby.” Peppering kisses over his face, Jacob hummed and smiled, nuzzling you gently. “What do you want, Jacob? Use your words.”
“Wanna suck you off.” He mumbled, mouthing at the skin of your collarbones just peeking above the collar of your shirt.
“Yeah? Want me to fuck your face?”
“Mhm. Fuck my face, babe.” With a grin, you stood from the bed again, fumbling with your jeans. Jacob eagerly gazed up at you, subconsciously reaching up to fidget with the leather wrapped around his neck. Your hands dug your cock out, already painfully erect and dripping, reaching up to grasp his collar whilst pressing your tip to his patted lips.
Jacob opened his mouth without any hesitation, eyes closing as you sank deep into the back of his throat. You stopped about half way to let him inhale, then bucked your hips the rest of the way. He gagged and swallowed around you, the sensation causing you to groan and your hips to stutter in their motions. One hand latched into his hair, the other on the above bunk frame, your hips rocked in and out of his mouth and throat at a rapid, brutal pace.
You watched as your cock was outlined in his throat by a bulge, the collar around his neck making it seem fuller and coaxing your boyfriend to swallow more. “Fuck baby, you take me so well.” He mewled around you, his own hips rutting against the pillow he’d situated himself upon, his sweats tented with his own erection. Eyes fluttering open again, Jacob gazed up at you with dark, hazy eyes and teary lashes, cheeks flushed and hollowed around you. What a heavenly sight that was to you, expressed especially with the way your voice raised in response.
If the sounds you were making weren’t enough of an indication, maybe Emma would see the collar at dinner and take the fucking hint this time. You completely believed that if your cock wasn’t buried down his throat, Jacob would be singing louder than you.
WARNINGS: Mentions of Alcohol; Making-Out; Oral(Male Receiving); Biting/Marking; Teasing; Submissive!Dylan; Anal Penetration; Unprotected Sex
Male Reader x Dylan Lenivy
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Another night to be spent around the firepit and I was already dreading it. It'd been a long fucking day at camp. As the security counselor, it was my job to protect the kids from potential harm, including each other. Unfortunately, kids their age fought. A lot. That meant bruises and scratches in places I wouldn't typically get them unless attempting to restrain a kid throwing a fit over crayons during art with Abigail.
I had a massive headache, there were fresh bandages wrapped around my right bicep and a small patch on my cheek, a bruise was forming around the left side of my rib cage and my back fucking ached. I was exhausted. All I wanted to do was go to sleep a little early since the kids were on the island with Chris Hackett and Nurse Kelly for a 'survival' task. I was so grateful for one day off. Just one.
And then Emma found me outside the pool house, having just taken a fresh shower. She cornered me near the entrance with the full intent to guilt trip me into spending time with her. She did this often, and I unfortunately adored her preppy outgoing self. She was like the little sister I never had.
However, she forgot to mention hanging out with her meant hanging out with everyone else tonight. More specifically, hanging out with my crush. Yup. That's right. I had a crush on one of the counselors. Surprising? I know. Never thought I'd see the day I liked someone.
But this wasn't just a crush either. I was desperately in love with the guy. His soft chocolate locks, his doe brown eyes and and his dorky half smile. His stupid jokes and his stupidly brilliant mind. Those hard abs, long legs, and wide, athletic hips. All it took was a smile my way for me to melt like putty. I wanted him. I adored him. And damn did he make me fucking horny.
What? I can't help it. I've got needs and they just so happen to revolve around one guy in particular. His name is Dylan Lenivy, and he is the quirkiest, sweetest, funniest and smartest guy I've ever met. It was only month two, and we'd made it a habit of hanging out all together one way or another every week. We hadn't done something together this week just yet but it seemed that was to change tonight.
With a groan, I changed into a pair of black sweats, my boots and a baby blue v-neck short sleeve, ruffling my (h/c) locks lightly. I yawned slightly as I exited the cabin I shared with Jacob, moving towards the firepit. Nick, Ryan, Emma and Kaitlyn were already there chatting and stoking the flames. I sat beside Emma, my closest friend here, and she smiled at me.
Turning to face me, she grinned, showing off her pearly white teeth. "So."
I quirked a brow, my voice hoarse with fatigue as I replied. "So...?"
"You gonna fuck him?" I choked on my spit and smacked her arm, eliciting a giggle of glee from the blonde. "Oh come on! The sexual tension between you two is practically howling."
"Yeah, dude, Dylan's got his legs spread for you." Kaitlyn chipped in from the other side of the fire near Ryan.
"Fucking shit, shut up, good God." I groaned, covering my face with my palms.
"Hey, man, literally all of us can see it." Nick piped up, grinning playfully. "Shoot your shot, mate."
I groaned and tossed my head back, my (e/c) eyes catching sight of three figures walking towards the firepit, the largest of the three carrying a huge wine cooler. Jacob grinned as he joined us, followed shortly by Dylan and Abi carrying snacks.
"Yo dudes! Got the beer!" He cheered, and we joined in as he handed out bottles. I gratefully accepted a bottle, popping the cap with my key ring and tipping it back.
"Oh my god, I needed that." I grunted with a sigh of relief, cracking my neck as I rested the bottle against my knee. My head still throbbed slightly but it had already begun to grow numb, replaced by the soft buzzing of the alcohol in my system. Sitting up straight, I gazed around the group, watching everyone shuffle into place. Jacob took the spot on Emma's other side, Abi next to him followed by Nick, then Ryan, Kaitlyn and Dylan. Now with everyone present, we settled for mostly idle chatter and jokes.
It'd been about an hour since we'd started and I was feeling plenty buzzed, which made me very bold. I giggled at something Emma said, completely oblivious to the doe-like brown eyes watching me from across the fire, a small grin on the owners face. Emma clapped her hands, drawing everyone's attention to her.
"Alright! Now that we're all at least somewhat intoxicated, let's get to some party games, yeah?" She hummed, smiling with delight at the cheers she received. Kaitlyn and Emma shared a look and a grin, the former taking the wine cooler and setting it between the open area of the circle, an empty bottle laid on top.
"Spin the bottle? Really?" Ryan didn't seem to like the idea, scoffing at the implied party game. "Yeah, I'll sit this one out."
"Party pooper." Kaitlyn pouted, but nonetheless the game began. It went around the circle twice before myself, Dylan or Emma received a turn. The bottle, now spun by Jacob, landed on me. I smiled and offered the big teddy-bear of a guy a hug before spinning the bottle myself. It spun round four times before coming to a stop, my gaze following its neck til my (e/c) eyes met brown. My breathe caught in my throat and I had to bite my lip to hide a smile.
"Dylan! Kiss the man already!" Emma encouraged, urging the brunette to stand. He did so hesitantly, moving to sit beside me on the edge of the log. He smiled, though it was awkward, that same half-smile he did when he was nervous that absolutely drove me nuts.
"Hi."
"Hi." I cooed softly, setting my beer down in the grass. His doe eyes gazed at me so shyly, so innocently, I felt my heart skip a beat. His cheeks were slightly flushed, whether from embarrassment or the alcohol, I couldn't tell. His tongue swiped over his lower lip, my eyes following the movement with hitched breathes. He opened his mouth as if to say something, but he didn't get the chance. A soft gasp left him as my lips met his abruptly, my hand caressing his hip lightly as I drew him in. I tuned out the cheers and the catcalls thrown our way, solely focused on the boy in front of me.
His fingers curled into my shirt as I coiled my arms around his waist, guiding him into my lap. His fingers moved up to thread into my hair, tugging at the soft (h/c) strands lightly. My tongue pressed against his, caressing it so gently as my teeth gnawed at his lower lip. My thumbs pressed into his thighs lightly, guiding him forward over my lap. A sharp groan left me and we parted, a thin string of saliva linking us together.
Panting, I gazed up at the flushed boy in my lap, smiling affectionately. Glancing around the group, I stood up, hoisting the male into my arms with general ease. "Goodnight you freakzoids!" I called over my shoulder, ignoring their laughter as Dylan clung to me. His arms were coiled around my neck and he was gazing up at me in both awe and surprise, anxiety bubbling in our bellies.
"I adore you, Dyl." He perked up at that as I carried him to my cabin, carefully opening the door before setting him down. "I mean it. I adore your smile and your stupid jokes and how smart you are. I adore seeing you laugh and seeing you smile when someone makes you happy, even in the smallest way." As I spoke, I crept towards the tall boy with adoration and lust in my eyes, pinning him to the bunk. He swallowed thickly, gazing down at me slightly due to the small height difference. His pupils were blown and his breathing staggered, his fingers twitching as he reached up to cup my face in his hands.
"(N/N)..."
"I adore everything about you, Dylan. I adore you." I hadn't realized I was crying until I sniffled, burying my face in one of his palms. His grasp drew me closer and he pressed a sweet kiss to my temple, nuzzling my nose with his.
"I adore you, too, (Y/N)." His lips met mine again, this time more fervently, aggressively. His lips sucked on my tongue, eliciting a sharp groan from me. My hands caressed his body, tugging at his shirt and lifting it over his head. My shirt followed, tossed across the cabin til morning. His hands caressed my pecs and abs, tracing the bruises on my rib cage lightly. "I'm sorry." He murmured, leaning in to pepper kisses over the yellowing flesh. I gasped and hummed, tugging him up by the back of his neck to kiss him again. My fingers traced down his bare torso and tugged lightly at his shorts dragging them along with his boxers down to his knees.
I pushed him to lay down on the low bunk, clambering over him. I kissed his jaw and guided kisses down his torso, breathing hot against his erection. It twitched and throbbed slightly at the cool air, a soft whimper leaving his lips. I gazed up at him with a smile, extending my tongue and caressing the head of his cock lightly. Dylan gasped and his hips bucked involuntarily, his fingers digging into the bedsheets.
"F-Fuck, (Y/N)!" I grinned, suckling at the head as my cheeks hollowed and my fingers caressed his base. My eyes fell closed as I took him slowly deeper, my nose brushing his pubes lightly as he bottomed out down my throat. I could hear him whimpering and mewling, the sound muffled by the hand he'd placed over his mouth. His hips twitched and shuddered, resisting the urge to buck against my face. I continued to suck him off for a short while, toying with him before I pulled away.
Panting, he gazed down at me with slightly teary brown eyes, gripping the pillow his head rested on. "(Y/N) please." He murmured. I leaned forward to kiss him, my fingers kneading the flesh of his ass. "N-No, you don't have to..."
"I need to prep you, Dyl."
"N-No, I mean...I've a-already done that." I paused, leaning back to gaze down at him with surprise, finding his shy expression absolutely adorable. Chuckling, I peppered light kisses to his cheeks and nose, slipping my sweats and boxers down slowly. His breathing hitched slightly as my bulbous tip pressed against his ass, his eyes widening at the sight. "Y-You're big."
I snorted softly, mouthing at his pulse point along his throat lightly, rubbing the head around his rim. "I'll be gentle." After he nodded, I pressed my hips ever so gently against his own. The head slipped past his entrance and elicited a short cry from the thinner boy. I gritted my teeth and nipped at his pulse point lightly, sinking deeper til I was buried about halfway. Dylan's arms coiled around my shoulders, hugging me close as he trembled beneath me, his toes curled and his knees bent. I gave him a moment to breathe and relax, settling for just enjoying the soft mewl he made everytime I kissed or nipped at his throat and collarbone.
"So beautiful." I mumbled, punctuating the compliment with a thrust of my hips. Dylan gasped, back arching slightly as I continued to roll my hips, cradling him close with my face buried in his neck. "Mine. All mine."
"Y-Yours, (Y/N). I love you." I smiled and leaned back, pressing a soft kiss to his lips before doing so. I shifted his legs so they were wrapped around my waist, pressing myself ever deeper into him.
"I love you, too." Dylan screamed as I bucked forward, the head of my cock hitting his prostate right off the bat. His nails dug into my back and shoulders, raking harsh pink lines down my (s/c) skin that elicited hisses of pleasure from me. I leaned back, sitting upright for a better angle as I railed him into the bunk, the frame creaking oddly with each rock.
"F-Fuck, you're so tight, Dyl. My baby." The brunette mewled and keened at my words, reaching up to cup my face and drag me back down for another kiss. This one was messy, wet and desperate, teeth clashing as he sucked on my tongue and nibbled at my lip.
"P-Please, f-fuck, please!" He repeated this demand like a mantra, a sign he was growing ever closer. I reached down and grasped his cock in my hand, stroking him gently in time with my thrusts. His lips parted and he cried out, hips bucking and body shuddering as his chest heaved, thick spurts of sticky white warmth coating my fist and dripping over his abdomen. I thrusted a few more times as he clamped around me, bursting inside him as I sucked a mark into his throat. We both shuddered, clinging to each other for a long moment, then he chuckled softly.
"That's one way to ask me out." I snorted and kissed his cheek, reaching under my bunk for the towel i used to shower earlier on.
"Yeah yeah, shut up and let me clean you, babe." I loved this man more than anything, especially when he laughed and smiled so brightly. Dylan was my boyfriend, my love, my light.
Okay, but does anyone else think it’s really hot when Tech translates and then proceeds to speak in the primitive native language on Skako Minor? Anyone?? No? Just me? 😮💨😍
I’ve never done this before, but I know it’s pretty popular and I’m interested in giving it a shot, so bare with me.
18+ Adult Content below the cut. Viewer discretion advised.
ALL CLAIMS WILL BE WITH A FEMALE READER UNLESS SPECIFIED(Or I decide a male reader fits better lol).
I’m debuting the expansion of my requests list—I now accept requests for the following;
The Quarry
Brinly, Max
Custos, Jacob
Erzahler, Ryan
Furcillo, Nick
Lenivy, Dylan
Stranger Things
Byers, Jonathan
Hargrove, Billy
Harrington, Steve
Munson, Eddie
THIS CLAIM LIST IS OFFICIALLY COMPLETED. SEE YOU IN OCTOBER!
All you have to do is send me an ask with your preferred character and the day of choice. You can also submit that ask with any prompts you’d like me to use—please only choose a maximum of 2 prompts at a time—they can come from any prompt list anywhere so long as the author/original poster allows it. Once a day has been claimed, it cannot be claimed by any other character. Due to the fact my list is so small—EACH CHARACTER IS LIMITED TO 3 TOTAL DAYS. The first and final days (1 October; 31 October) will remain MY CHOICE. If there are some unfilled but no characters available, you readers will have until 29 September to send me free reign asks to fill those spaces. If they are not filled by 11:59 PM 29 September, I will fill them myself.
The list will be below.
Day i. || Piercings/Tattoos || MY CHOICE—Harrington, Steve(M)
Day ii. || Praise || CLAIMED—Lenivy, Dylan
Day iii. || Collaring || CLAIMED—Custos, Jacob(M)
Day iv. || Face Fucking || CLAIMED—Custos, Jacob
Day v. || Hair Pulling || CLAIMED—Brinly, Max
Day vi. || Sensory Deprivation || CLAIMED—Erzahler, Ryan
Day vii. || Spanking || CLAIMED—Hargrove, Billy
Day viii. || Dominant Reader || CLAIMED—Brinly, Max
Day ix. || Toys || CLAIMED—Harrington, Steve
Day x. || Edging || CLAIMED—Erzahler, Ryan(M)
Day xi. || Breeding/Creaming || CLAIMED—Lenivy, Dylan
Day xii. || Pet Names || CLAIMED—Harrington, Steve
Day xiii. || Body Worship || CLAIMED—Brinly, Max
Day xiv. || Cuffing || CLAIMED—Munson, Eddie(M)
Day xv. || Degradation || CLAIMED—Hargrove, Billy
Day xvi. || In Public || CLAIMED—Lenivy, Dylan
Day xvii. || Cockwarming || CLAIMED—Furcillo, Nick
Day xviii. || Lap Dance || CLAIMED—Erzahler, Ryan
Day xix. || Jealousy || CLAIMED—Munson, Eddie(M)
Day xx. || Overstimulation || CLAIMED—Munson, Eddie
Day xxi. || Video || CLAIMED—Byers, Jonathan
Day xxii. || Masturbation || CLAIMED—Furcillo, Nick
Day xxiii. || Threesome || CLAIMED—Byers, Jonathan & Munson, Eddie
Day xxiv. || Honey/Syrup/Ice || CLAIMED—Hargrove, Billy
Day xxv. || Biting/Marking || CLAIMED—Furcillo, Nick
Day xxvi. || Sexting/FaceTime || CLAIMED—Lenivy, Dylan(M)
Day xxvii. || Shower Sex || CLAIMED—Hargrove, Billy
Day xxviii. || Thigh Fucking || CLAIMED—Harrington, Steve(M)
Day xxix. || Wall Fucking || CLAIMED—Byers, Jonathan
Day xxx. || Confined Space || CLAIMED—Custos, Jacob
SYNOPSIS: It’s the first time you and Dylan have settled down for some peace and intimacy since you started dating. Part way through he discovers just how deep your love for affirmation and praise goes, and he’s more than happy to shower you in it.
The first thing you notice is how soft his lips are. Pressed against yours they’re pillowy and gentle, exuding all the love Dylan holds for you. They dance slow with yours, soft exhales between you every time they pry apart, only to come back just as passionately as if drunk on the feeling. They’re warm and sweet, tasting of the cherry pie you two had shared only 30 minutes ago at the diner down the street.
Second, you become aware of the gentle caress of his thumbs on your cheeks and over the thin skin beneath your eyes. His hands were cold, a welcome contrast to the warmth of his lips, likely due to the vanilla milkshake he’d held whilst you were out. They made your skin feel warmer under his touch, the gentleness of his caress warming your heart.
The final thing you noticed, though, happened to be the words he murmured against your skin. As his lips began to maneuver along your cheekbone, down your jaw and to your neck, each breathe was followed by sweet words whispered against your skin.
“You’re beautiful.”
“Precious.”
“So soft.”
“I love you.”
“You’re perfect.”
“An Angel.”
“Sweetheart.”
“My baby girl.”
Those words, as familiar to you coming from him as they’d always been throughout your relationship, seemed to spark something new in you now that your body was flooded with a tingling warmth in the privacy of your bedroom. Your lips had parted and breathless gasps had escaped them, an almost silent expression of the heat that pooled in your belly at his voice.
Your heart hammered in a way that had your blood warming faster, your hips coming up to buck against Dylan’s when he guided you onto your back against the mattress. A sweet mewl left your lips and the brunette paused, his fingers now placed on your hips. When your eyes fluttered open, he was towering over you with parted lips and a cute blush on his face, panting almost as heavily as you.
“You like that?” He mumbled, tracing patterns into your hips beneath your shirt. “Like when I praise you? Call you a good girl?” Your hitched breathing and the slight buck of your hips gave him an answer, his lips curling to form that playful smirk he wore sometimes. “So cute. Such a good girl for me, and so so needy.”
One hand reached up to toy with your hair, petting it back lightly whilst his free hand caressed the soft skin of your stomach beneath the hem of your top. “D-Dylan—“
“Shhhh, baby girl. Just lay back and let me take care of you, yeah?” His gaze never leaves your face as he moves down your body, warm breath causing goose flesh to raise along the bare skin of your thighs. His fingers tugged lightly at your shorts, guiding them down your legs as you raised your hips. Nosing gently at the wet patch already forming in your underwear, he inhaled and hummed deeply.
“You’re so amazing, sweetheart. Smell so good for me.” His tongue circled the little bundle of nerves hidden beneath the damp cotton fabric. A sharp gasp of pleasure left you, back arching and a chuckle from your boyfriend causing your cheeks to flush further. “So beautiful, laid out for me like this.”
“D-Dylan, please!” Gazing down at him with hazy eyes and blown pupils, slightly concealed by the needy tears forming beneath your eyelids, your kiss swollen lips parted, chest heaving and thighs quivering—Dylan just couldn’t deny you when you looked so damn precious.
He didn’t hesitate, using his index finger to slide your panties down, his tongue met your clit with slow, languid licks. A sharp cry escaped you, urging him on. The brunette closed his eyes and reveled in the sweet sounds that left you, suckling lightly. Two fingers prodded at your entrance, slipping through the slick and burying themselves to the second knuckle within your quivering walls.
One of your hands wormed into his hair and tugged, urging him up to meet your lips with his own as he fingered you. Teeth clashed and tongues danced, a messy wet ensemble accented by the moist sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out of your cunt. “Fuck, you’re so wet. All for me, my beautiful girl.” He moaned against your tongue. The feeling of your walls clenching around his fingers had him grinning, hazel eyes gazing into your lidded ones with lust blown and love-filled pupils. “Yeah? You like being all wet and messy just for me? Make me so fucking hard when you act like this. Such a good girl.”
Word after word, praise after praise, your heart hammered faster and faster in tune with the pacing of his fingers curling and twisting and slipping inside you. Your fingers dug into his shoulder as he lay on his side to your left, gaze fixated on his expression whilst his ministrations continued. Your teeth dug into your lip, your eyes watering again as the bundle in your belly grew tighter and tighter.
“You close, baby? Huh?” The nod you gave him had him peppering wet, open mouthed kisses over your neck, a third finger joining the first two and stretching you wider. “Go ahead. Cum for me, my sweet Angel.” Your vision flooded with white and a sharp squeal left you, back arching as you clamped tight around his digits still slipping into you. Thighs quivering, lungs burning and cheeks dampened with pleasured tears, you slumped to the mattress, burying your face in Dylan’s shoulder.
He peppered soft kisses to your temple, working you through your high before withdrawing his hand. He cradled you close and murmured sweet words in your ear, praising you for doing so well, for listening and making him feel so good just to touch you. It was your first with him, but it wouldn’t be the last, you thought as he cradled you, smiles on both of your faces.
Hi! Can I please get how each of the Hacketteers would react to seeing you after the night has ended? Thank you so much! <3
Headcanon Series #3
When the sun rises…
Blyg, Abigail
The first thought running through her brain when her eyes settle on your form, taking in your terrified tremors and blood soaked clothing, arms folded protectively over your midriff, is just how relieved she is that you’re alive. She doesn’t care that your covered in blood, doesn’t care that some of it may or may not be yours in that moment. Her arms envelope your body before you can react, her lips pressed to the only clean skin on your cheeks she can find, muffled mumbles of your name released in between. When your arms unfurl and return the embrace, even though she spent hours panicking and worrying and fearful for her own life, her heart soars with love and joy. You’re safe and that’s all that matters.
Brinly, Max
He’s stumbling over his own feet the moment his green eyes meet yours, his name falling from your lips. You’re bounding toward each other like some cliche romance novel, his arms coiling around your waist. With sheer strength he can’t remember having, he’s lifted you up in the air, spinning you around circles as you laugh with pure, untainted joy. His grin has never been wider than that, gazing over your visibly shaken but otherwise unharmed form with absolute adoration. He keeps you close even when the cops arrive, one hand protectively hooked around your waist.
Custos, Jacob
At first, he’s disoriented. He swears he’s died and gone to heaven, because, for a moment, the clouds have parted to rain a golden halo of sunlight over you. Even though you’re both semi-nude and covered in blood and various scratches, he still finds you beautiful as you step through the bushes to join him. It’s only when your fingers caress his jaw that he blinks rapidly, lip quivering. His tears are falling and his face is suddenly buried in your hair, soft murmured apologies and confessions lost in the wisps. You stand there, embracing in the dawn, relishing in the realization that you’re both okay.
Erzahler, Ryan
If anyone had told him how hard he’d fall for you, he’d have laughed and walked away. He was the brooding, loner type, after all, love wasn’t in his schedule. However, as he’s returning from his mission to kill Silas, two strange allies on his heels, he can’t help but notice how his eyes immediately search the group of friends standing before the lodge for you. When your eyes meet, his heart warms at the watery grin on your lips and he extends his arms to catch you when you barrel forward. It takes three words slipping from your mouth in a shaky gasp for him to realize just why his heart hammers so hard now. He loves you, too.
Furcillo, Nick
He’s unsure whether or not the curse is truly over as he stumbles through the trees, his mind whole set on finding you. You have to be alive, you must be, he thinks over and over again. He’s worried, wondering if in the blurry gaps of his memory he’d somehow attacked you in the night. The sheer guilt and agony that tears through him at that thought is broken by the sharp gasp he releases when a sudden force barreling from the right has him falling. Sprawled on his back, he blinks through the sunlight and takes in your disheveled features, relishing in the sensation of your fingers cupping his face. His heart hammers for a different reason now, and he doesn’t resist the urge to press your lips to his own. You’re safe, he didn’t kill you, you’re okay. Nick finds it in him to relax under your loving caress.
Ka, Kaitlyn
For such a tiny, feisty yet calm woman, she’s wrecked the moment the sun peaks over the lakes horizon, stumbling around the lodge in a desperate search for you. She’s tossing doors open and stumbling up the steps to the classroom, begging to whatever otherworldly force there is out there that she saved you in time. Her breathe leaves her in a harsh gasp as her chocolate brown eyes meet yours, and in a rush of limbs and chaste kisses, you embrace. She’s completely unconcerned with the worry in your eyes, ignoring her own scrapes in favor of making sure you’re not fatally harmed. Her touch is ticklish and urges a buckle of laughter from your lips, a smile tweaking at her own mouth.
Kearney, Laura
Honestly, she’s not even concerned. She wholeheartedly believes that you are 100% a-okay after Silas’ body stills. Yet, despite this, she finds herself moving at a much faster pace as she scrambles off the boat. Her arms find you and she pulls you in, allowing you to pepper her face in gentle kisses and hold her close. You’re a touchy person, she knows, and she for once relishes in the touch of your lips and your hands on her. She saved you, you’re both alive, everything’s okay now, she mumbles to you. Her pulse settles and her lungs breathe in your scent greedily. Everything’s okay.
Lenivy, Dylan
He’s stumbling at first, dropping the pan in his right hand to the floor with a clatter. You’re dashing past Kaitlyn and bounding over Caleb’s still form, quickly pulling the brunette down into a rushed, sloppy yet passionate kiss. He can feel your terror, concern, fatigue in that kiss, but he’s focused on the love, relief and joy in your eyes as you part, a smile shared between you. He’s down a hand but he’s still got you, and nothing in the world could be better than that.
Mountebank, Emma
The first thing she does is smack you across the back of the head, berating you for running off without her after Jacob had left the party. She admits she’d worried herself and nearly fallen to her death twice looking for you, which inevitably makes you feel guilty. However, once she’s released her frustrated qualms, her hands slip into yours and her forehead brushes your own, breathes mingled whilst she gazes over your pale, bruised skin. A shaky smile forms on her face and she presses a chaste kiss to your nose, squeezing your hands lightly. She’s just glad you’re both okay.
