💌; i want to get back into writing, so im opening up requests to get my brain flowing while i drabble! 🥨; WRITINGS MAY BE 18+, I AM AN ADULT 🍻; i currently write for supermassive medias (until dawn, the quarry, tdpa). i also like overwatch and jurassic park :]
HELLO!!! how are you all today? i hope everything is great for you all, im finally creating my introduction post. you'll find information about me, my fandoms, what i write, etc. if you have any further questions, dont be afraid to comment or smthn :D
★ you can call me fritz or rudy! im 19, almost 20 in august. my primary social media is instagram but im slowly starting to develop a tumblr following too, which makes me wanna use it more. i am a queer male, infj, uhhh . mentally ill. i dunno what else to mention here ....
★ ive been a big fandom person since primary school, basically. ive been roleplaying, writing, and drawing ever since. i usually keep my writings lengthy and detailed.
★ i do requests whenever i want and write whenever i want. ill write for whoever i want too
fandoms im confident in writing for;
★ supermassive games (until dawn, the quarry, tdpa)
★ overwatch
★ danganronpa
★ the walking dead (+game)
★ i probably won't actively write for these fandoms but im a big fan of jurassic park/world, mega man, hetalia, and european football. dont be afraid to request from these medias tho ....
do's / dont's;
★ do send requests, asks, and dms! i love talking to others
★ do approach me if you're unsure if your request is "too much/intense/personal", ill let you know! i like indulging in others
★ do ask for part 2s of any previous written posts!
★ do feel free to draw fanart or build off of my writings. just tag me or let me know:D
★ do NOT harass me in any way, shape, or form. i dont care about hurting your feelings, this is my account.
★ do NOT steal my work or repost it anywhere else, ill eventually do that
★ do NOT ask me to write for a media im unfamiliar with
what i will and wont write;
★ i am an adult and may indulge in adult and kink material. this may include bdsm and / or nonconsensual content depending on the scenario.
★ HOWEVER. i refuse to write anything pedophilic, incestual, or zoophilic. i refuse to write for bodily-related kinks besides piss and vomit play 👍
★ but as mentioned, ill write pretty much anything. angst, fluff, smut, x reader, canon x canon , alternate universes, etc. all those dorky little tumblr terms.
★ genderbent, canon x reader x canon (+ more?), and multi requests are also fine!
★ i am a male but most if not all of my posts will be written ambiguous. feel free to request a fem/masc reader if that's what you want
im probably forgetting something and im gonna notice as soon as i post this, but 🫡 enjoy reading, soldiers! its an absolute honor to serve you today ...
a self indulgent de! fanfic involving a few random characters. im super proud of this and its the first official piece of de! art ive done lol, so .... im a little nervous. take it easy on me guys .
4,770 words, no warnings besides like . yknow. smoking weed. im tease the idea of doing a second part with a different cast.
yes, yes, ive kinda been ... quiet recently. i know. i still check tumblr quite a bit, i just really haven't had much to post nor talk about. my life has kind of gotten more busy recently and im struggling to set up a schedule for me to follow. things should be fine though, thank you all for still sticking around :) ill get something out soon, I promise
alr thoughts for what everybody would dress up as for halloween? 2014-15 lore accurate or otherwise. im thinking:
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josh: classic slasher duh. leather face or jason top contenders fs and you know he goes cray cray with the sfx makeup
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sam: kesha (bro help)
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matt: clark kent with the superman shirt underneath or ummm marty mcfly. or if ya classic a werewolf.
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emily: lets pretend she wouldnt just be a cunty cheetah/black cat and say she does mia wallace or margot tenenbaum bc bob supremecy
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ashley: claire redfield or some other cool video game girl mayhaps
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chris: inspector gadget idk. no ok like a niche comic book character (that im not niche enough to think of 🥀🥀) and results in him having to explain who/what he is over and over again
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jess: brittany spears' baby hit me one more time or maybe regina george w the titty cut tank top
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mike: indiana jones or something equally douchey
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hannah: bella swan or twilight-esqe/vampire diaries type vampire
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beth: david bowie's ziggy stardust
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these are def more time accurate but i think 2025 costumes or funny so maybe ill make another one of these
no, you're NOT lame, you're a sweet very cute precious love ! >:( 🩷 ♥️
gosh, i hope this isn't too embarrassing..
...so, at the bonfire scene when Dylan and Ryan kiss, the female reader is heartbroken (poor thing, she's dumb and mistook kindness for interest, let's pray for her🙏🏻) but little did she know that this would be nothing compared to the pain of seeing Jacob have his heart broken.
so², when she goes after him to try to help, to calm him down; it's a bit angsty like "this is so stupid, you're stupid, we're both tremendous idiots, this wouldn't have happened if we'd been together from the start!" "excuse me?? what do yo-" "ooh c'mon, you know that if you'd had a bit more nerve you wouldn't have been chasing him around for months and i wouldn't have been made a fool of, used and discarded!! you know, i don't read minds" (poor thing, as well as being dumb, she's shy and missing out on valuable opportunities, let's hold hands and pray for her🙏🏻😭😭)
so³, in that fervor of confession, they do it😏 right there on the dock.🫠🥰🤭😳😼
aand that's it. sorry for being long and poorly explained :s sz
PS: with a happy ending, pLEASE🙏🏻🤧🩷
PPS: thanks in any case. 🤍
lost time [jacob custos] || the quarry
MY DEARIE IT HAS BEEN COMPLETED !!!! a beautiful 14 pages long, 6.7k words. this fic was so fun to plan out and write for. i wanted to involve so many different plot points and build on the characters further but . this bad boy is long enough as it is. thank you so much for your request, it's really cool to put another full length jacob fic out there!! especially a cute, smutty one. i hope i read your request as accurately as possible :,] and i hope the reader is feminine enough for you!!! im sorryufhdydyey
ill put a tag when the nsfw starts but for now, please enjoy some sweet stuff :]
you thought it was a joke at first, blushing deeply and staring emma down with eyes wide. she was giving you a devilish smirk, brows furrowing and soaking in all the whoops and gasps around the campfire. everyone was buzzed, the goodbye celebration they had all worked so hard to set up had been nothing but perfect.
summer went by faster than you would have liked, but it would be an experience that would define your young adult years. your parents sat you aside and encouraged you to go out and try something new, something that didn't involve the Internet for once. it sounded interesting enough to overweigh the cons, eventually persuading you to throw two months of your life away to relieve the cartoon episodes from your childhood. you didn't expect to fall in love not only once, but twice.
the first crush sparked on the third day of summer. every counselor started doing a nightly group meeting to open up about the day and casually discuss adult things, joking around and getting to know each other. jacob had been focusing on the wall, blanking off until his eye landed on a spider. he flinched and flew behind the furniture, shocking everyone in the room.
"jacob, what the hell?" kaitlyn questioned, clearly a bit peeved. abi had already noticed the spider and was clearly fixating on it.
he stood up, clearly a bit embarrassed by his reaction and coughed awkwardly. "yeah uh, yeah. not a big spider person, y'know?"
"you do realize we're in the middle of a forest, right?" dylan looked up towards jacob. "there's gonna be nature in nature."
you turned your head to hide your growing smile, resisting a giggle. for a moment, you made eye contact with jacob and saw a slight grow in his smile. "it's not that bad, jacob. promise. here, watch this." standing up and walking towards the quarter sized spider, you grabbed a nearby piece of trash and herded the spider onto it.
"ok, well, not everyone here wants to get some sort of... spiderwoman disease like you do."
"when have spiders carried any sort of diseases?" ryan chimed in, clearly in awe of jacob's stupidity
you brought the spider up to jacob, making sure to keep your distance. "ok, you gotta trust me with this."
"oh this is gonna be good." emma took out her phone, wanting to record the situation unfolding. (she had been able to sneak it for the first week until mister hackett caught her.)
"what are you doing? hey, emma- don't record this, now, WHAT are you doing?" jacob stepped back, feeling the wall immediately hit him. you kept your distance still, taking three fingers and nudging the spider. it flinched back, but after another try, it curiously climbed up onto your finger. "you are insane."
"alright, jacob, here's a little nature lesson." there was a slight professionalism in your voice. "this guy is a wolf spider. harmless to humans, so don't go pissing your pants already."
nick couldn't help but laugh at your comment. "damn, jacob."
"ok well still, I don't like fucking around and finding out." jacob retorted.
emma rolled her eyes, "come on, im wasting storage space. you have zero balls, jacob."
at her comment, jacob perked up just a bit. he frowned, puffing up his chest. "hey, I have balls! fine, give it to me, I can do it." his eyes shifted stern, crouching down a little and extending his hand.
you hadn't caught that his reaction was in response to emma, more interested in the spider crawling on your hand. when you and jacob made eye contact, you smiled. he returned it, raising his brows. "you got this, big man."
jacob paused for a moment, a bit taken aback by your nickname. as he was stuck in his small shock, the spider had crawled into his thumb, exploring his skin. when he realized it, he began to shake. ".... what the fuck. what the fuck okay okay, get it off of me, now- hey, NOW-" despite his panicked words, jacob found the ability to not run off.
you cupped your hands under his, smiling. "hey! you got it, look, it's cool, see? he's just exploring you, just learning about you." the spider eventually crawled back to the edge of your hand, in which jacob hopped up and began to shake his hand in a panic.
"holy shit. oh my god it felt so weird, fuck that wolf spider. wow." despite his rude words, jacob had watched you bring the spider over to a nearby wall with a smile. when you released it, a small warmth grew in his stomach. while you were at it, you threw away the piece of trash that you used to pick it up.
"but look at what you did, you held a spider. im proud of you!"
jacob's eyes widened a bit at your words. you noticed it, and apart of your brain changed that day. even though it lasted just a second, it never left you. it was as if your words were new to him, they were simple but effective on his love deprived brain. that's how everything started, you knew that he was much more than a plain, unfunny jock. jacob was dorky, sweet, he wanted to be recognized.
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your yearning for jacob wouldn't leave you alone, but your respect for whatever him and emma developed caused you to shut down and force everything to the back of your mind. it never truly worked, because anytime emma and jacob held hands or flirted with each other, that terrible pang of jealousy in your chest would flare right back up. you had to avoid one side of the large tree in the middle of the cabins so you didn't have to face the large "jacob + emma 4 ever" carving that made your stomach twist.
you found ways to enjoy the rest of your summer, though. particularly your friendship between dylan and ryan. while trying to get over the fact that emma and jacob had became a couple, those two pulled you out of your sulking and gave you a reason to actually involve yourself. it didn't take long for your unrequited love to shove itself in the back of your mind. you became relatively interested in the aloof but witty boy of the group, ryan. you and him got a long well, it helped that you and him both listened to the same podcast and enjoyed talking about conspiracies. it didn't take long for a small crush to develop on him.
so when emma had looked you right in the eyes and dared ryan to either kiss dylan or you, everything fell silent. everyone around the campfire was staring eagerly, particularly at ryan.
"wow... I mean... I guess both is off the table?" ryan looked towards dylan for a second. dylan was sporting a quirky smile, and despite the fire illuminating his face, it was obvious he was flustered. ryan then looked towards you, the gaze sending a shiver down your spine. you stared into his eyes, the intensity of the situation being balled up in a 3 second span. ryan looked away, turning back to emma.
“sorry - I don’t make the rules.” emma smirked, raising up her hands in a defensive manner, looking around the campfire group.
ryan rolled his eyes, amused but slightly annoyed by her hypocrisy. ”I mean, you literally just did, but okay.” just for a brief moment, his eyes flickered towards dylan. your heart skipped a beat. “let’s do this.”
everything sort of, paused, for a moment. ryan had given himself a few seconds to decide, a few seconds too many for your sensitive heart. everything you’ve said and done this entire summer had built up to this. There was a slight paranoia in your brain, you three were a combo, a group, this silly dare might fuck it up. you were going to overthink even further, but ryan’s voice shook you out of it.
“dylan. let’s go.”
you smiled, not really processing what had been suggested until too late. your body had shifted a bit, almost expecting to hear your name, but it quickly sat itself back down when you connected two to two. you had hoped no one, particularly ryan, noticed your confusion. little did you know, someone had their eyes on you, mentally noting your mistake. the next bit of the night was a blur. dylan stood up and approached ryan, giving him an eager and loving kiss on the lips. you could tell the alcohol was starting to get to everyone. the entire camp began to whoop and holler in excitement, only furthering your internal stinging. long nails digging into the log seats under you, a bite of your tongue shut off a stuttered whine. you refused to show how upset you were at this moment.
“always happy to please.” ryan cooed, looking around and soaking in the attention. dylan backed up, a dorky smile stained on his face.
you gave dylan a playful pat on the back, truly trying your hardest to get out of this pitiful mindset. “woo!” there was a bright smile on your face. if dylan wasn’t drunk, he’d probably be able to recognize the hurt on your face. for now, however, he was just soaking in the fact he had just been kissed by his summer long crush.
everything was null for the rest of the night. you were grateful that no one had chose to question you, ryan instead turning towards jacob and asking him to perform some stupid dare that would most likely result in his clothing being set on fire. nothing really registered in your head through, more or less staring away at the nearby forest and allowing everyone else to enjoy their nights. anything you said would most likely sound sour in tone anyways.
“emma.”
a new round was starting.
“dare.”
“emma, so, you have to kiss…” kaitlyn flicked her eyes around, recounting who was all here in her drunken mind. there was silence between them all, waiting to see what kaitlyn would decide to do. jacob’s eyes widened, his grip on his beer tightening. his reaction only lasted a moment when kaitlyn continued. “jacob, or…” without turning her head, instead choosing to flick her eyes towards someone else. “nick.”
the atmosphere changed with the dare. nick’s eyes widened, jaw dropping just a bit. “I-...” he swung his head back and forth, unsure exactly what to say.
“well then.” emma parted her lips, taking in the new found audience. she didn’t seem the tiniest bit upset by the dare.
you felt a heat of confusion run down your body. what a bizarre turn of events. all of these kissing dares were starting to get to you, especially since they kept involving people you had feelings for. It was a bit of a surprise though, feeling hurt once again. you had thought, hoped, that anything and everything you felt for jacob had fizzled out just as fast as they developed.
jacob raised his hands in the air, laughing a bit and giving nick a cheeky grin. his clear excitement with the thought of kissing emma once more was enough to brighten his spirits from before. “um, uh, sorry nick. this is not even fair, obviously-”
“i don’t know if this is a good idea.” nick chimed in.
with a sly smirk, clicking her tongue, emma spoke. “I choose nick.”
everyone had went quiet. jacob was staring at emma in disbelief, as if he must have misheard her somehow. nick had begun to focus on abigail, who was staring down at the ground, trying to process what her friend had said. you hated admitting it but felt a very light sense of relief knowing you wouldn’t have to watch jacob and emma make out. “em, seriously?” he muttered, mouth agape. the whine in his voice was beginning to tug on your heartstrings, every previous reflection from watching dylan and ryan kiss was replaced as jacob’s former joy had been crushed. you felt a tightness grow in your throat, the want to reach out and comfort him becoming overwhelming.
emma stood up, not making the attempt to reply to her summer fling. walking up towards nick, a sway in her hips, she sat down on his lap and pulled him into a kiss, little to no hesitation. you first looked towards abi, who was clearly in shock by the situation. she switched between watching her summer crush and best friend make out and looking down at the dirt to hide any growing tears.
“guys.” it seemed abi wasn’t the only one becoming disturbed by the scene unfolding in front of them. jacob gritted his teeth, visibly upset. the kiss had been going on for quite a while, the anger and jealousy in the air affecting the people who weren’t even targeted with the dare. there was a sharp hiss in jacob’s voice as he drew in air. “GUYS.” you couldn’t imagine how the big boy felt. emma wasn't your favorite counselor, that's for sure, but hearing the pain in jacob’s voice, watching his previous lover purposely make out with someone in front of him, it made any opinion you had on her sink.
pulling away from nick, giving his thigh a slight squeeze as she did, emma thanked him. she sat herself next to abi and smiled, saying something just quiet enough to where you couldn’t make it out. you could make a firm assumption about what she said, abigail soon standing up and walking away from the group, leaving emma a bit taken aback. there was movement in the corner of your eye, turning towards jacob and watching him confront nick. hearing his voice break as he shouted into nick’s face, trying to get some sort of answer, it sent you over the edge. you stood up and intercepted jacob before he could finish running off, only to be greeted by a teary eyed gaze and puffy lips. he nudged you to the side, only stopping to look at you for a second before rushing back off into the forest. it hurt seeing the usually playful and dorky man so distraught. the fire crackled, lighting up everyone's awkward, silent faces. “jacob… grow up.” emma groaned, earning her an intense glare from you. you knew that speaking up would only open up the floodgates you were barely holding closed, so you instead followed after jacob, praying you’d find him sooner rather than later.
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considering the direction jacob had run off to, you could make an assumption where he was going. most of the counselors snuck out once or twice during their stay here. dylan liked going on his nightly walks, you sometimes joined him if you were awake by the time he snuck past your cabin window. ryan wouldn’t really sneak out unless you proposed it beforehand, one of the few things that made you believe that he had some sort of affection for you. when it was quiet out, you and him would take the opportunity to listen to bizarre yet bonafide without headphones on. it was nice to have the audio mixed with the crickets and the sound of trees rustling in the wind. looking back at it, the fact he never asked you himself should have been a sign he didn’t see you the same. you should have known. shaking the thoughts out of your head, you turned towards the trail leading to the docks. out of everyone who snuck out, jacob did it the most often. his preferred place to hang out was at the edge of the water, looking out into darkness and thinking to himself. jacob was surprisingly thoughtful, he took the quiet night as an opportunity to reflect on himself and the things he wanted from the summer experience. you only got the opportunity to spend a few nights with him before emma came into the situation; the night you went down to the dock to find the two making out almost made you faint on the spot.
the wood creaked under gentle footsteps, fingers tracing the grain of the wood as you approached the beginning of the dock. just where you had thought to find him. jacob was tossing stones against the water, failing by the sound of water splashing due to the lack of technique. it was clear he was trying to relieve some sort of stress. with a sigh, you readjusted your light hoodie and began to make your way towards your early summer crush. “jacob?”
his large frame flinched hearing your voice. looking behind his shoulder, he sniffed away a slight sob and cleared his throat. you had clearly caught him off guard. “o-oh, uh, hey. I didn’t hear you behind me, sorry.” jacob ran his palm against his eyes, wiping them against his shirt.
you frowned, sliding the hoodie down along your shoulders and sitting besides jacob, extending your legs off the side of the dock. “I didn’t mean to scare you, it's okay.” you looked up into his eyes, noting how his eyes were puffy and red. “you’re crying.” extending your hand and gently cupping his cheek, you ran your thumb against the corner of his eye, rubbing away a developing tear.
jacob initially had flinched away, but at the sight of your soft lips turning down made him re-lean into your touch. “yeah, I wonder why.” there was a slight bite of sarcasm in your voice. he knew you didn’t deserve any of his sourness, it was emma and nick he was spiteful towards. “tonight has been a shitshow.”
looking down into the water, you removed your hand from his face, reminding himself that jacob was only thinking about emma. “...yeah.” there was a moment of silence and reflection between you two. “I mean- who dares others to- hah-” there was a slight choke in your voice. you didn’t want to make this about you but your own emotions needed tending to. “-... kissing dares. so… stupid. I mean why did she have to make it an either or question? all it does is lead to someone getting their heart broken.” as soon as you started opening up a bit, jacob couldn’t help but scoff. you whipped your head to look at him, furrowing your brows, clearly confused. “excuse me?”
“stupid? hah.” he grinned, clearly forcing it. something was boiling up inside of him and you couldn’t tell what. “that’s really funny. lemme rephrase that, actually, fucking hilarious. this whole entire night was stupid. the only reason we got our hearts broken is because we’re stupid.” jacob’s voice continued to rise, making your heart begin to thud more. you couldn’t tell if he was relating to you or berating you further. “this… whole thing. this whole night. this whole summer wouldn’t have happened if we had just-!” he was holding back something.
“ja-”
“if you actually had the balls to-” a sharp hiss. “-to… fuck, man! why didn’t you just… confess? look, the whole shy thing, really cute! I get it! but I can’t read minds, dude.” there was another pause, as if he was waiting for you to reply. you couldn’t get anything out, though. with wide eyes and a beating heart, all you could bring yourself to do was stare. “a-and, hey, no offense, but… emma, yeah she was, a girl, but this entire summer has been a waste of my time thanks to-” jacob froze, sighing. “-... its not your fault, what am I kidding.” every harbored emotion you had towards jacob overtook your brain. everything you worked so hard to push down in the summer flared right back up, a deep blush spreading across your face at his labored confession. you wanted to say so many things at once, but nothing came out. tears pricked up in your eyes, your emotions were mixed up and muddled. the realization that you had caused such a sweet boy so much pain was enough to force your arms to wrap around him, pulling jacob into a hug and holding back a sob in his shoulder. you felt jacob’s chest twitch, a light laugh. all you did was hold him tighter. “I got this close to telling you how I felt. this goddamn close. I just couldn’t be sure, not when… emma was there.”
composing yourself, you found the opportunity to truly speak up. “... but i’m here now. I want to be here for you, even-...” looking up at jacob, you took in a breath. “-even after summer ends.” that was the difference between you and emma. you never intended for jacob to be a fling, you truly fell in love with him. “you aren’t just… something fun to use for a bit. you’re someone i’d like to be with for as long as you’d let me.”
you hadn’t noticed how close you and jacob had become. yeah, your arms were still tightly wound around him, but your faces were now just inches from each other. “jesus christ let me kiss you.” jacob’s eyes flicked down to your lips and then back up to stare into your own eyes, voice breathless. there was little to no hesitation in your consent, pursing your lips and giving him a shy yet desperate nod. everything had went so fast, a tight grip on your chin and the movement of jacob pulling you both away from the edge. his lips smashed into yours, holding back all the pent up emotions from tonight and the entirety of the summer. you hadn’t kissed anyone before, you were sure this wasn’t how a first kiss should go, but complaining about this situation would be utterly idiotic. doing the best you could with the information you knew, you eagerly kissed him back with an added bonus of tangling your fingers in his dark brown hair, gripping with need. your action earned a soft moan from jacob.
this writing is intended for ADULT CONSUMPTION and contains NSFW material
the position you two were in was… intimate. jacob had you underneath him, his legs pinned against your thighs with one hand running itself up and down your waist. you could only imagine the last time emma had let jacob touch her, so you soaked in every bit of physical praise you could get. poor jacob needed this. heavy breathing filled the air, neither of you wanted to tear your eye contact away. “j-jacob…?” a soft mumble left your lips, clearly stuttered due to your sheepishness.
a light growl. your sweet voice and soft skin was turning jacob into a touchy beast. holding himself back was hard but his respect for you snapped him out of his daze. “what uh… what’s up?” with a gulp, he placed his hands on the wooden floorboards, awaiting your response.
“can… can I-?” your hand was floating just below his chest, too timid to finish your question. thankfully, jacob was able to put two and two together. his cautious gaze softened, grabbing your wrist and placing your palm against his pec, being gifted with a rough groan which only encouraged you to feel him further.
the two of you didn’t need much more discussion to know where you both wanted this to lead. jacob had let you undress him, tossing his shirts and hat to the side. once his body was revealed to you, you became more comfortable with letting him open you up. jacob’s hands slid from your upper thigh to your hips, fingers teasing at the edge of your hoodie. he pried it off of you, noting your thin tank top rounding out your body. at every step, jacob peppered you with kisses and compliments. you had zero idea how emma could give up such an affectionate bear. raising your hands above your head, you allowed him to peel your final layer off. once you were sat with just a bra on, the reality of the situation hit you. “what if someone sees us?”
jacob had to tear his eyes off of your chest, wanting to still be as much as a gentleman as he could possibly be with such a beautiful figure in front of him. “you’re overestimating how long I last.” your slight paranoia dissipated at his joke, rolling your eyes.
“now, what are you implying with that?”
the starving man looked up at you, raising his eyebrows as if to ask if you were serious. with no reply, jacob realized you were serious. “did… you want me to fuck you?” despite how desperately you wanted him to, hearing it said out loud was enough to cause your stomach to flip and your thighs to loosen up. that act didn’t go unnoticed. an eager hand slowly began to pry your thigh to the side, awaiting a response. “I won’t go further without a yes, babe.” jacob knew what he was doing by bringing up a pet name.
“g-god, please. yes.” you were barely able to stutter out as jacob forced your legs apart. there was a bit of gentleness in his man handling though, he knew his limits. fingers fumbled at your bottoms, struggling to pull them down with his current excitement. eventually you had been fully undressed, left in nothing besides a comfortable pair of panties and a bra. you expected jacob to go further, his pause leaving you confused until a helpful hand slid your fingers against a heated tent in his pants. if your body could get any warmer, it definitely did now. “oh my god.”
jacob seemed proud of your reaction, leaning his hips into your shy hands. “go on. you can’t be the only one undressed here. I know you wanna see it.” there was clear snark in his voice, he loved being able to make you feel so mousy.
with his given words, you went to undress him further. unlike jacob, you took your time undoing his pants, the smell of sweat overwhelming your senses. oh god. gulping away the pooling drool in your mouth, you slid his pants down to his knees and hooked a finger into his boxers. “you have no idea how long i’ve been waiting for you. not.. this. you.” looking up into his eyes, you could tell you had taken him aback with the affectionate phrase.
jacob wasn’t exactly sure how to reply. sweet nothings like that was such an uncommon occurrence to him. he searched his mind for a similarly sweet thing to say, only able to dig up horny thoughts. “n-now… I don’t uh… have any uh… lube or… rubbers.” jacob was a tad bit embarrassed that you two had gotten this far and the question only just popped up in his head. “-... shit.”
all you were able to do was giggle. “well, I don’t think we’ll need to worry much about lube.” you shyly said, shuffling a bit against the wood. as embarrassing as it was to admit, all of this teasing and touching soaked your panties. that wouldn’t be enough, obviously. jacob smirked at your admission, his fingers creeping up to press themselves in between your legs. “I-I… it… isn't the most… sanitary but… spit can help-? and…” you were struggling to spit out the next part with jacob’s touch sending sparks down your spine. “... I mean… we could split the bill half and half? fifty bucks isn’t the worst price tag.”
confusion was the first thing you noticed on jacob’s face. the fact he didn’t connect the dots just made you more squirmy. he seemed to be thinking, trying his absolute best to comprehend what you were implying. once it hit him, a visible shiver went down his spine. “y-yeah! dude, I-... I can totally do that. no worries, I-” the sweet boy on top of you couldn’t believe you had given him permission to fuck you raw. “jesus dude, i’m gonna bust before I even get inside of you.” jacob leaned his head down into your shoulder, burying himself into the crook of your neck as his hands slowly pried off your panties, balling them up into his fist and admiring the warmth and slickness collected in the fabric. the cool night air felt weird against your naked body, jacob taking the opportunity to undo your bra and reveal yourself fully to him. once you felt confident enough, your index finger peeled down his boxers, breath hitching at the feeling of his warmth bobbing out. you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at his length, absolutely stunned by the situation you were in. jacob hissed out as his hard on was finally released, groaning against your skin and lifting himself up once more to get a full view of you. the feeling of your hands weakly holding onto his ass caused a drip of precum to leak onto your stomach. your eyes were burned against his, your silence making him grow even more prideful of his body. “come on babe, you’re the one that suggested spit.”
his tone was sinful, needy. “...y-yeah, I did.” you cooed, balling up a wad of spit in your mouth before a tight grip squished your cheeks together. jacob shook his head, unsatisfied. the grin on his face and his shuffling forward was all you needed to be told. the grip on your face shifted up to your hair, grabbing a tight ball of your mane and lifting your head up a tad. with a shy glance down and an awkward gulp, you finally took in what jacob had to offer. It’s not like you haven’t seen a dick before but… jesus christ, jacob custos.
jacob was longer than average, you estimated around six or so inches. the thing that concerned you the most was his thickness. a wary hand rose up and wrapped itself around his length, earning a sharp gasp from your lover. your stomach flipped once you realized you couldn’t touch any of your fingers to your thumb. come on… you waited so long for this. you spent nights thinking about how he would taste, smell, what noises he would make once you went down on him. you closed your eyes, leaning forward, and opening your mouth to wrap your lips around his fiery tip. it was slow at first, jacob allowed you to take your time with inching down him. every soft hum and movement of your tongue against his skin caused him to buck against you, his grip on your hair growing just a bit tighter. the taste was slightly salty, the heat of the fire and alcohol most likely causing it, not to mention the unkempt bush that led from his pubic bone to his chest. my lord. all these thoughts, all of these overwhelming senses, you hadn’t even noticed how far his cock had been shoved into your mouth.
“look at you, holy shit. all the way to the base.” his voice shook you out of the lustful thoughts, gagging ever so slightly. there was a slight attempt to pull away, but jacob wouldn’t let you just yet. small tears pricked at your eyes, the shortage of air beginning to tap at your mind. you attempted to look up at him, giving him a light squeeze on the thigh, letting him know you were ready to get in a breath. jacob let your hair go, groaning as you slid off of his cock. you coughed up a bit of spit, taking in a gasp of air and wiping your lips dry. “good girl.”
jacob’s length was covered in your dribble, as properly lubed as it could be in the situation you two were in. with a shy hum, you gave his tip a few kitten licks and smiled up at him. “thank you…” you watched as jacob pressed a hand against your chest, giving your nipple a soft rub with his thumb. he put his weight into you, pinning you against the dock once again as he adjusted your position. the main event was going to happen soon, you knew it. a surge of complex emotions clouded your brain, the primary sensation however was love. you and jacob would finally be connected, and while it was the result of a very perplexing night, you had little to no room to complain. jacob softly squeezed your breast, his free hand sliding down to position his cock in front of you. his breaths were heavy, desperate, he was holding back and you could tell. “you can go, don’t worry baby.” you reached out to cup his cheek, wincing as he did as told.
the sensation of being spread open by such a large man was overwhelming. the spit and your wetness definitely helped, but there was still a bit of resistance. a sharp mewl left your mouth, in which jacob kissed away. “hey, hey, you got this. you can do it.” his words of encouragement helped you relax, allowing him to press further. your body was on fire in the best possible way, the throbbing of his cock sending electricity through your lower regions. in an attempt to keep yourself stable, hands rose up to his back and shoulder, digging your nails in ever so slightly. jacob had been about halfway inside of you before he slowly slid out, shivering. you had both began making animalistic noises, your grip on each other growing even tighter as the rhythmic pumps began. every thrust felt like heaven, any previous discomfort faded away. jacob knew what he was doing, that's for sure.
“h-holy shit… jacob, fuck-” you couldn’t help but stutter out, squeezing around his length. your lover couldn’t find the words to respond, instead using your pleased moans as a sign to go further. with an eager thrust, jacob found himself bottoming out inside of you. the sudden feeling of being stuffed, his tip nuzzling against the entrance of your womb, you had to bite your tongue to prevent a pleasured cry from escaping.
jacob growled a bit, his newly freed hand grabbing your jaw and prying your mouth open with his thick thumb. “I want to hear everything.” his dominance was all you needed to let loose, opting to let out a string of begs and moans, quivering at the feeling of having your insides fucked open. you rolled your head to the side, tightening your grip on his skin and holding him close. your legs made their way to wrap around jacob’s waist, making the attempt to force him as deep as possible even though you knew it was physically impossible.
sweat beaded on both of your bodies, dripping down and mixing into a salty mess. your lower stomach was heated up, pleasure growing dramatically. each moan that left your lips was followed by a sob, quickly becoming overwhelmed as jacob bruised your insides. the whines weren’t left unheard, jacob slowing down his pace just a tad and making the decision to dig his teeth into your shoulder, sucking and humming against the soft skin to leave a beautiful purple mark. at that point, you were sent over the edge. “j-jake-... j-jaaa…cob..~” you slurred out, your grip on him growing weaker. you felt close, oh so close.
the sweaty man on top of you pulled away from your shoulder, panting heavily and smiling. “there we go… let it all out.” he purred, adjusting his position to sit up straighter. “here, you’re gonna love this.” jacob’s grin turned smug, allowing his fingers to massage your clit as he fucked you. his rough fingers circling your nerves was all you needed to come undone. with a gasp and twitch of your body, a flood of satisfaction ran through you. your body tightened itself around his cock, causing jacob to bury himself deep inside of you, releasing strings of cum that painted your insides. the both of you held each other in a desperate embrace, rolling your hips and riding out the high of sex.
all you two could hear was the heavy panting and slight laughs that filled the air. jacob was slumped over you, placing soft kisses up and down your neck, wiggling his hips to where his now half hard cock was able to slide out. you whimpered just a bit, missing the feeling of being stretched, opting instead to hold jacob tightly, looking up at the stars in the night sky. the feeling of your mixed seed pouring out of you was definitely new, an awkward hum leaving your throat. the silence between the two of you was comforting, the warmth you shared was something you could easily fall asleep to.
but you couldnt.
“jacob, baby…” you groaned under his weight, relieved when he pulled himself up to meet your eyes. “we should get dressed, I might not have been the only person to come look for you.” jacob sat up, looking down at his soft cock and the translucent liquid seeping through the cracks of the floorboards. the sight was enough for him to once again become aroused. he ran a hand through his damp hair, filling his lungs with the cool air.
“yeah, you’re right.” jacob leaned down to give you a gentle kiss on the nose, standing up with a slight wobble and extending his hand towards you. hoisting yourself up, you grabbed onto his hand and allowed him to tug you into his chest. there was a brief moment where he held onto you, his nose snuggled into your hair, taking in the sweet scent of your lemongrass shampoo. “let me help you.” leaning down and grabbing the clothing he removed from you, jacob began to dress you.
it was sweet, really. jacob was gentle with his act, sliding your bra on and then slipping his own pair of boxers on you. your panties were, assumably, uncomfortable to wear. he hadn’t even started dressing himself until you were fully clothed and warmed, cupping your face and looking into your eyes before getting himself dressed. his comfort at the moment wasn’t what he wanted to focus on, giving less of a fuck about the jeans rubbing against his sensitive areas. once the two of you were completely dressed, you faced each other.
“how are you feeling? you aren’t hurt or anything, yeah?” there was a slight tone of concern in his voice, his large hands resting on your lips. his thumb gently graced the skin of your stomach. “did I… go too far?”
you shook your head, leaning into his touch. “I feel perfectly fine… honestly, if you aren’t a little sore after, was it really a good time?” a small giggle left your lips, causing jacob to blush. “you were perfect, baby boy.”
the pet name, despite using a few before, caused his smile to drop into more of a sorrowful look. “emma never liked calling me things like that. it was always something… hurtful, or stupid.” jacob huffed out, pulling away ever so slightly.
“hey, hey.” you grabbed onto his face and forced him to face you, furrowing your brow. “jacob, you are the sweetest, dorkiest man i’ve ever met. if emma can’t see that, then that's her fault.” your words came out more aggressive than anything, you clearly had a bit of pent up emotions about jacob’s summer fling. “speaking of which, I think we should go rub it in her face right now.”
your sudden growth in confidence took jacob off guard, the previous solemn expression shifted to a charmed guise. “now, what’s gotten into you?” he cooed. “as fun as it sounds to show you off… I think I wanna keep you all to myself for now.” jacob took the opportunity to lift you up bridal style, his strong arms supporting the crook of your knees and your upper back.
a playful gasp left your mouth, wrapping your arms around his neck and holding on tightly. “i’m all yours, don’t you worry.” the both of you kept eye contact, soaking in the joy radiating from your smiles.
when jacob started to walk away from the edge of the deck, your head turned to look at the water. just a few moments ago, you and him were sitting there and confessing your hearts out. it was bizarre thinking about how the entire summer went, how you spent so much time pining for a boy who, honestly, you weren’t even sure liked girls now. you were instead now spending the final night of the summer in the arms of the man you initially fell in love with, allowing him to carry you into the woods. your conversations were sweet, simple, and reconnecting. the conversation lasted through the trails, past the van, up the stairs, into the lodge, and only ended once you fell asleep in jacob’s arms. in the span of a few hours, months of lost time had been made up for.
AND KABOOM!!!!!!!! fuck yes man!!! another beautiful fanfic finished and posted for my lovely community. and thank you so much for the request, i know this took quite a while but hopefully it was all worth it in the end. if you have any complaints or things you'd like for me to edit, please let me know :( until next time my dearies:3
[wooden plank themed borders were designed by thecutestgrotto on tumblr]
How he feels when you ride him, when he pumps into u and cums inside you, when u kiss his jaw and his neck, what he’s thinking the whole time
Can be any scenario u want, I just want this man filthy omfg
-😛
Soaked
Pairing: Chris x f!reader
Warnings: SMUT, 18+, dry humping except it’s wet?, unprotected p in v, pet names, kinda switch!chris, implied loss of virginity (Chris), depraved, touch starved!chris, possessive!chris,
A/N: okay I was a bit nervous to write his pov because… y’know he is a man and I am… not. But I had a lot of fun with it and I hope you have just as much—if not more—fun reading it bc I’m a little obsessed with it.
We’re kissing, my hands very politely and very gently resting on her hips until she started grinding on me. Slow and sweet, and before I knew it I was palming her ass under her skirt, skin and lace against my hand—it was not polite or gentle—and fuck her skin is so soft. How does she get it like that? Ungodly amounts of lotion—maybe sandpaper??
But before I can ponder that any longer her hand is fumbling with the zipper of my jeans and oh fuck she’s undoing my pants.
Okay Chris—you’ve got this. Don’t cum as soon as you feel her hand on you. Keep it together, man.
“Oh these are my ‘problem’ jeans” I start to explain like a patient school teacher, “the zipper kinda sticks at the top” I breathe against her mouth, trying to be smooth, like I’m not about to have a cardiac event and die at the ripe old age of 21.
“Then help me,” she giggles against my lips and god that sound is cute, I wish I could bottle it up or somehow tattoo the soundbite on my brain.
I oblige, tugging the zipper down past the part where it sticks, and I lift my hips as she tugs my pants down, leaving me in my boxers, which are now tenting like I just won a tent-building-speed-race… but to be fair I was hard as soon as she laughed at my lame coding pun 30 minutes ago.
“Oh—uhm—sorry” I apologize and then I immediately feel stupid for apologizing for being hard when she just willingly took my pants off.
“Sorry for what?” She asks softly, her hand curls around my dick over my boxers and I can’t help but buck into her hand like a virgin that’s never been touched. The sound that comes out of my mouth is almost inhuman and I flush in embarrassment—I can feel the heat in my ears.
“Th—that!” I say in answer, trying not to buck again but she’s squeezing with the perfect amount of pressure and I’m so hard it almost hurts, the fabric of my boxers are damp at the tip because I’m leaking precum like a faucet.
“Don’t be sorry for this, baby” she croons, stroking me over the fabric as she looks down at my clothed dick “this is perfect, I can’t wait for you to fuck me” she purrs.
And holy shit my cock jumps from just that sentence alone, my eyes flutter closed as I try to hold on to the last semblance of my self control, I let out a whimper that would embarrass me if I wasn’t so turned on.
Before I know it, I’m lifting my hips again and she’s peeling down my boxers, the head of my dick catches on the fabric and it gets pulled with it, springing forward once it gives, lightly smacking my stomach and bobbing in the cool air.
She gasps—this soft pleased sound and her eyes sparkle, and I feel like I might ascend off this plane of existence from how good that makes me feel.
“Is it… is it okay?” I ask humbly, even though her face already told me it is.
She bites her bottom lip, her eyes don’t leave my dick as she wraps her bare hand around it again. “It’s big” she breathes.
“Is it?” I feign innocence.
I’m not stupid—I’ve seen enough porn to know it’s well above average—not crazy huge but I’ve always known I lucked out in that department.
“Fucking perfect” she whines, pumping me already, her wrist flicks when she gets to the tip and—holy shit where did she learn how to do that???
My head is thrown back against the cushion and I’m whining before I can stop myself.
Don’t come, Christopher. Do not fucking come yet.
“Please—“ I beg, I’m not even sure what I’m asking for? More? Mercy? Eternal handjobs? Her hand in Marriage??
“Are you ready for me, sweet boy?” She asks breathlessly.
The term of endearment almost ends my whole bloodline right there.
“Yes” I lie—I mean I am, I want her more than anything but I’m also scared I’m going to cum in 30 seconds.
I lift my head back up to look at her, flushed and eager, her pupils blown out. She stands up from my lap and I instinctively reach for her, groaning in disapproval like an impatient caveman because fuck—at this point I feel like one.
I quickly shut up as she starts stripping—holy god she’s taking her clothes off. Her top first; the fabric of her shirt is peeled up over her bra, revealing soft skin and lace. And then, torturously slow, her skirt is pulled down. My mouth falls open like an idiot that’s never seen a naked girl in real life before, because—well.
She’s smiling at me as she reaches back and unlatches her bra and as it slides down and I see her tits for the first time. some version of “oh my god” mixed with “oh my fuck” and “Jesus Christ” comes out of my mouth and I end up saying:
“oh my fucking Jesus Christ—” which is apparently the sexiest thing you can say to this girl because she giggles like I am the most charming man that has ever lived.
Just when I thought things couldn’t get any better she peels her panties down and I actually see a string of her slick connect her to the gusset of her panties before it snaps and her underwear hits the floor.
“Fuck” I curse softly, drinking in the fucking earth angel standing before me. completely naked and almost dripping for… me?
I must be dreaming. I was coding a mod for Minecraft earlier… I must have fallen asleep during it.
“Your turn,” she says, snapping me back into reality and reminding me that this is in fact, real. She nods to my shirt and I’m scrambling to pull it off and kick my jeans and boxers off the rest of the way, probably flailing around like a drowning person, but it’s efficient because I’m naked now. And I’m reaching for her like I’ll die without her skin on mine, because it really feels like I will.
She’s in my lap again, her thighs around mine and my hands are on her soft skin, her thighs, her ass, kneading like I own her. She whines into my neck, mouthing softly against it as her hips buck into me and my cock drags through her soaked cunt. Bare, hot, so fucking slippery.
“Oh shit” I blink rapidly when I feel her, she feels so fucking good already. And I’m not even inside yet—how am i gonna last?
“Mmmm want to ride you, Chris” she whines.
“Y—yeah?” I stammer, breathless and so turned on I can barely think.
“Can I—can I put it in?” I ask softly, trying to be as polite as possible, trying not to start begging to fuck her like a desperate pervert.
“Mmm, not yet” she says, bucking her hips as my cock slides through her folds, just along the outside, not quite pushing in. I feel the head of my dick slide over her swollen clit and she whines sharply into my neck.
That was the best sound I’ve ever heard in my life. I need to make her do it again.
I roll my hips experimentally, sliding against her cunt again and she makes another soft, sharp cry into my skin, her mouth attacking to my neck.
Fuck that’s a pretty sound, I’ve never heard anything like it.
“You like that, pretty girl?” I say gently, my hands coming up to grasp her hips so I can hold her in place while I start sliding my dick against her clit at a steady pace, her body tenses and she cries my name into my skin.
“Oh fuck—oh my god—yeah? Does that feel good, angel?” I ask her again, suddenly filled with confidence from the noises she’s making for me. I’m obsessed.
“God you’re so sexy, yknow that?” I’m panting now—like a fucking dog as I rut into her, the head of my cock sliding over her clit over and over.
“Hotter than anything I’ve ever watched—sound better than anything I’ve ever heard—you’d be the hottest fucking porn star—” I say before I can stop myself. But actually… that thought makes my stomach tighten,
“But I’d fucking kill anyone who got to see you like this” I growl and she moans in response—loud and high pitched and shameless.
Oh she liked that… fuck.
“Only I get to see you like this—yeah? Only I get these pretty sounds and this fucking soaked—“ I can’t even bring myself to say it out loud.
“Chris!” She whines and her body starts to tremble in my grasp, our thighs are sticking together with sweat and her slick is dripping down my balls. “Only you!” she whimpers.
“You gonna cum, baby?” I’m groaning, “just from this? Just from my cock sliding against you?”
“Yes! yes—fuck!” She’s gripping my shoulders now, her nails biting into my skin, but I don’t care.
“Go ahead—cum, baby—cum all over me—please,” I’m begging now, I need to feel her come apart for me.
I keep thrusting against her, and her body tenses and then shakes as she cries out my name over and over again, like she can’t help it. Like “Chris” is the only word she knows.
I watch in awe as she cums, I don’t even say anything—I can’t—I forgot language. I wouldn’t even remember my name if she wasn’t crying it.
I can feel her pussy fluttering around nothing, pulsing against me as she goes limp in my arms and… I think I’ve just been converted to a religion. A religion where she it the deity and I worship her at an altar.
“Oh my god—oh my god I made you cum.” I breathe, disbelieving.
“So hard” she says softly, she seems fucked-out and spent, which makes me stupidly proud of myself.
“God can I—can I fuck you?” I stammer desperately. If I don’t get inside her soon I think I may actually spontaneously combust.
“Please, Chris” she says in a soft whine, she lifts her head up to kiss me. Her mouth meets mine, hot and breathless and needy. She tastes like a dream.
She moves her hips over me, her hand snaking down between our bodies to line me up at her sopping entrance. Her arousal is soaking me, my cock almost slips out of her hand as she tries to line me up.
Before I can take a full breath she’s sinking down on me and the air feels like it’s punched out of my lungs. She’s so tight—so wet—so unbelievably warm that I have to clench my jaw to keep from cumming right then, with just the tip in her.
She’s sinking down slowly, letting herself adjust to my size and the stretch is so good I don’t even realize how tight I’m gripping her until her hands come to cover mine over her hips—a silent warning to ease up.
“S-sorry—“ I try to pull my hands off in apology but she keeps them there.
“No—just not so tight, baby, okay?” She says sweetly.
“Okay” I agree so quickly that I feel like if a well trained dog could talk it would sound like me, right now. My grip on her waist loosens.
She sinks down on me fully, I’m buried to the hilt in her wet heat, she’s gripping me like she never wants me to leave, like I’m not allowed to.
“Oh fuuuuuck” I whisper lowly and my smart-watch starts vibrating, making the unmistakable sound that my heart rate is very high. I glance at it.
‘Indoor cycling?’ The tiny screen asks.
She gets a glimpse too and giggles.
“You okay?” She asks with a smirk so devastating I almost forget to reply back.
“I’m good—really good—-th-the best I’ve ever been.” I say with a smile I can’t hold back, probably the dopiest looking grin she’s ever seen.
“Good.” she says and I feel her cunt clench around me.
“O—oh fuck—did you mean to do that?” I gasp, my hips shifting up the tiniest bit, chasing friction—I’m resisting the urge to start fucking up into her like a man possessed.
She nods, a wicked smirk on her face and she squeezes me again. My cock throbs in response and it threatens me with my orgasm.
Don’t cum yet. Don’t cum yet.
“Oh god that’s—that’s really good—that feels too good” I tell her honestly, too honest. I’m hoping she understands I’m trying to warn her that this could all be over very soon.
“You wanna move or should I?” She asks in a sultry voice as she leans in and plants hot, open mouthed kisses on my neck.
“Oh! That’s a good question—r-really good. I hadn’t given it m-much thought—I’m kinda not capable of thoughts at the present moment.” I breathe—I’m stalling. I’m stalling so much.
“Chris” she breathes, rocking her hips on me, she’s so wet I can feel ever inch of her velvety walls slide over me as she clamps down on me again.
“Fuck—oh shit—you can’t—baby I’m gonna cum—“ I warn her.
She doesn’t seem to heed the warning because she’s starting to roll her hips on me at a steady pace, dragging me in and out of her cunt with an obscene wet sliding sound that I thought was a completely manufactured sound effect in porn until right now—when I discovered it’s real.
“God, you’re so wet,” I whine in defeat “do you—can you hear that?” I gasp, pathetically. “I did that to you. Me.”
“Yeah, you did” she whines softly, as she starts to pick up the pace, bouncing on me. My eyes are immediately drawn to her tits, bouncing with her movement, mesmerizing me into a hypnotic state of pleasure.
I lean my head forward, my mouth attaching to her nipple, swirling over it as my head tries to keep up with her movements.
“Oh my god—you’re amazing—you’re fucking incredible—you taste like heaven.” I mumble into her tit, my glasses fogging up and rendering me blind but I don’t care. My orgasm is coming fast.
The feeling takes over my body and before I realize it I’ve taken over the pacing and I’m fucking up into her, holding her at the hips as I mouth at her nipples. Cursing softly into her skin, words that are not actually words. Like “fuckingshitholygod”
I look up into her face and her eyes are rolling back in her head as I fill her over and over again, I look down to where her pussy is swallowing me again and again, taking my cock like she was made for it, like she was created for me.
“Look at you, look at how you’re soaking me.” I groan, “fuck I’m gonna—I’m gonna fucking cum in you—I’m gonna fill you up”, I punctuate it with a wet thrust that makes her cry out louder than before.
“Tell me you want it.” I demand—I don’t even know where this side of me is coming from but I’m so close to breaking I don’t care.
“I want it—fuck! come inside me, chris!” She begs, her voice is broken, soft and breathy.
“Oh god—oh fuck—I’m gonna fucking—I’m gonna fill you so full you’re gonna leak my cum for days—I have to—“ I don’t even get the rest out before I lose control of my rhythm—my hips jerking up into her. sloppy and erratic before I still, pressing into her deep as I spill into her. Hot pulses of my cum fill her and she’s squeezing me, crying my name and milking every last drop from my cock like she’s sucking me in.
I whimper her name pathetically, whining into her collarbone as I clutch her to me, probably too tight but she’s just whining softly like she likes it.
I hold her there for a moment, we’re both trembling and twitching and breathing heavy.
“I love you,” I blurt without thinking.
She freezes.
I freeze.
My ears are ringing and I’m still inside her and her arms are wrapped around me, her fingers in my hair.
“I—uh—I mean—I—don’t freak out—like obviously I do but also not in a weird way—like not in a bad way—unless it’s weird to say that now—like, post-sex, post-orgasm, m-mid-recovery, while you’re still on top of me—I don’t have a filter right now, I’m sorry, I’m—”
Pairing(s): bsf!Josh x f!reader. bsf!chris x f!reader. (+ Hannah and Beth!) (no prank AU obvs!)
Summary: short and sweet lil beach day with the crew; Chris and Beth are trying to build a sandcastle and you’re trying to sketch while Josh asks you too many questions.
Warnings: Chris getting a sunburn mention
A/N: @fritzhardt got me thinking about a beach day with Chris (although Josh, Beth and Hannah ended up in here as well) and I thought of this bc it was so hot today and this blurb came to me like a mirage.
The sun has settled into that late-afternoon sweet spot, warm but not scorching, the light going golden and soft. the rhythmic lapping of the waves sets a backdrop to the scene in front of you.
Beth is hunched over in front of a lopsided sandcastle, brow furrowed, her short hair drying in salted, sandy waves from being in the water earlier. She’s glaring at Chris like she was trying to will competence into him.
“No, no—don’t just dump it like that,” Beth scolds him, jabbing her finger toward the tower he’d just mangled. “you’re supposed to pat it down first, gently”
“I am being gentle,” Chris protests, holding his hands up like he’s been caught in the act of an actual crime, looking way too large to be delicately building a sandcastle. “This is my gentle. you should see my rough.”
Beth gives him a deadpan look. “That’s… vaguely threatening”
“Just to the sand!” He almost squeaks. You could see the pink of his sunburn starting to bloom on his broad shoulders.
From your spot a few feet away, under the large beach umbrella, you can’t help the smile tugging at your lips as you flick your pencil over your sketchbook, trying to capture the exact moment Beth leans in, snatching the bucket out of Chris’s hands like she’s lost faith in his ability to operate children’s beach toys.
you call out to them: “your east wall is—what’s the technical term?—smooshing.”
Beth gasps.
“Slumping,” Chris corrects, then winces because he knows he sounds like a nerd and you’re definitely going to smile about it. You already are.
“I like ‘smooshing’ better,” you say.
“Noted,” he says, his cheeks creasing with his own smile. he shifts his knees in the damp sand, building a small wall with his large hands, packing with his fingertips the way Beth instructs him.
“You’re enjoying this way too much,” comes Josh’s voice beside you, dripping wet from the ocean, hair sticking in dark, curled strands to his forehead. He plops down on your towel without asking, water droplets immediately sprinkling into the edge of your sketchbook.
You angle it away from him. “some of us came here to relax”
“Relax?” Josh echos, reaching for your sketch like he might snatch it away just to see, but he misses. “At the beach? Nah. you’re supposed to swim, or surf, or get buried up to your neck in sand,” he muses, his voice smooth and easy, like he doesn’t have a care in the world, “you ever done that?”
“No” you keep your eyes on the page, sketching the outline of Chris’s hair, sticking up in messy strands from the way it dried.
“We should. I could do it now,” Josh offers with way too much enthusiasm, scooping up a double handful of sand and letting it pour between his fingers dramatically. He’s wearing a boyish grin at the thought.
“I don’t want to be buried to my neck in sand, Josh”
“Why not? It’s great, I did it to Hannah once, she loved it. Didn’t you, Han?” Josh looks at his sister.
“I didn’t” Hannah says without looking up from her book. She’s laying on her stomach, on her towel with a paperback, occasionally flipping the page and glancing up to watch the scene at the sandcastle.
“See? told you” Josh waves her off as if she’d just gushed about how much she loved being in sand-prison.
He’s moving towards you on the towel, bringing more sand with him.
“you’re going to regret it if you get sand in my sketchbook,” you warn without looking up, no real bite to your threat.
“Artist’s wrath” he says gravely, “terrifying”
“Leave her alone, Josh” Hannah says with an amused smile from beside you.
Chris’s voice carries back to you over the waves. “—see, if I put the mote here—”
“No, that’s not the—Chris!” Beth groans, her small hands swatting at Chris’s wrists as he starts digging way too close to their already unstable sand-kingdom.
Josh leans closer, trying to peek at your sketch. “are you making me look handsome?”
“I’m not even drawing you” You shake your head, trying to bite back a smile.
“Rude” he says, grinning anyway, then he turns to Hannah.
“Do you think the ocean is soup?” He asks her without missing a beat, as if it’s completely normal conversation.
Hannah looks up from her book at him calmly, waiting for him to explain, like she’s used to him—because she is.
“It gets warm… it’s salty… seaweed, fish… it’s kind of soup.” He muses.
You’re trying not to giggle.
Hannah looks out at the ocean thoughtfully. “It is a soup” she says clinically, “a broth.” then she looks down at her book again like her word is final.
“Thank you.” Josh says, like he’s been vindicated in court.
And you just keep sketching, half-listening to the waves and Chris and Beth’s sandcastle debacle, your sunglasses sliding down your nose as you sketch, thinking this was one of those moments you’d probably remember exactly like this.
ur writing so good dude. thanks for answering my josh request you’ve got me thinking abt lowkey feral yet submissive josh now 🙂↕️🙂↕️
ok yes this is so late i am sorry but I couldn't find any time until it just became too late but now you're up on queue so.
:,] thank you so much, josh means a lot to me as a character (i kin him) and i absolutely despise the infantilization of him in this fandom. i deal with a lot of issues he does and being able to write for someone so complex makes me feel so... seen, I guess, lol
i look forward to doing him further justice in the future 🫡
touch starved bsf!chris hartley headcanons || until dawn
oh hello there all!! ive been on vacation the last few days, still am, but i decided id focus on some of these smaller requests while I work on my next full length fic. as an official chris kisser, it was hard to keep this in a best friend way xD but i think i succeeded. thank you so much for your request! it was fun thinking about more fluff things than ... y'know. porn all the time lol. i hope you all enjoy ^^
★ chris is almost always lingering beside you when you hang out. usually he's standing beside you or slightly behind you to ensure that you're in his eyesight. leaving his view really freaks him out, chris struggles with object permanence. being able to hear you, see you, or touch you reminds chris that you're still here with him
★ he loves comparing your hand sizes together, no matter the difference. he'll spend a good minute or two lining up your fingers perfectly. sometimes when he's bored and you're with him, he'll mess around with your fingers and make you give yourself the middle finger. expect a bunch of "why are you hitting yourself?" jokes. hands are built for receiving information and his wants to analyze every bit of you
★ you will 100% game together. sometimes it'll be fighting games but you both like doing co-op or watching one another play a single player story game like cod or telltale. same goes for movie watching, arcade going, and youtube binging. usually, he’s the one with the controller (unless he wants to watch you miserably fail playing dark souls or whatever)
★ chris is overly competitive with most if not all of his friends. you're probably the one exception though. it's not easy to force himself to lose but mentally delaying a button press or a drift by just a second or two helps you get ahead. just seeing you cheer and gloat (playfully, of course) in his face is a win enough for him
★ he's gonna drag you to his weekly gamestop / gameware trips, don't you worry. chris is gonna constantly complain about how half the stores are plushies and toys these days though. chris also prefers physical copies of him games to show off his collection. anytime the two of you pass one of those demo stations for the switch, he'll drag you to try out every game even if he owns it back home. speaking of which, if he has any games you wanna try out yourself, he wouldn't hesitate to loan them to you
★ sleepovers are his favorite. not only can he stay up late to fuck around with a friend, but you both feel comfortable enough to sleep together too. whether it's back to back, in each other's arms, spooning, or just sprawled out across each other, having you there puts him into deep sleep. not to mention, he struggles getting his head out of electronics, so when you're around, he actually gets to bed at an average time
★ chris isn't super fond of horror / suspense films. if you guys ever put on one, expect him to be grabbing at your arm or flinching against you when he gets scared. he'd usually laugh it off though, feeling silly afterwards. your presence makes it hard to stay scared for long.
★ chris isn't that much of a swimmer, primarily because of the temperatures up in canada. but on the rare occasion he does, it's a pool party. eventually someone would suggest playing chicken. chris insisted that you and him would destroy the competition. his trick? digging his nails into your legs and giving you complete consent to crush his neck with your thighs. no damn way in hell he's letting matt and sam's duo win. chris would also let you hang onto his shoulders as he swam around, letting you chill as if he was your own personal floatie
★ he insists on sitting beside you when you go out to eat together. sitting face to face is fine but having you right next to him is much better. he can show you all the stupid videos and memes he scrolls through a lot easier. sometimes he might even purposely show you something stupid to earn a jab on the side from you. you never hit hard, obviously, but even that aggressive love was something chris treasured
★ if you started dating anyone, chris would probably take the liberty to sit them down and have a one on one chat to.... discuss things. you've been his best friend for as long as he can remember, he'd rather die than let you get your heart torn up by some dickhead. however there's a pretty high chance that he'd end up becoming pals with them depending on if they share any common interests
★ every hello and goodbye involves a fist bump and hug. chris is almost always the last to let go, meaning sometimes you guys stay connected for more than the average hug time… longer hugs indicate that he hadn't been doing the best and really needed that extra connection. hugs where he picks you up means the complete opposite, he's stoked and probably has something really awesome to show you. chris is just a sweet boy, all he wants is someone there to remind him he isn't alone
well, i hope this was sufficient enough for you! its so nice to write for chris again. my goofy ass poly relationship with jacob and chris has only grown stronger since the day i got into supermassive games ❤️ mmrnenmemerr i love these men. oh chris dearest . gets down on one knee.
ok this isn't related to the fic at all lol BYE !!
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sharing earbuds in the car and promising to go on a date 🙏🙏
A/N: OH MY GOSH! My first requested fic im so hyped rn i hope you like it!! I'm open for constructive criticism in my comments or asks. somebody teach me how to make fics longer🙏😭
Ryan Erzahler x Dylan Lenivy
Word count: 556
"Lets go, party people!!" Jacob yelled, beginning to drive away from Hacketts Quarry. There were a few meek cheers from the rest of the van, but nobody had enough energy to even properly interact with Jake.
"Uh.. ready to listen?" Ryan mumbled, smiling lopsidedly at Dylan. He held up a white earbud, gesturing for him to take it. Dylan chuckled, accepting it with a subtle shaky, nervous hand. "You're so awkward, man." he cackled, inserting it in his ear. Dylan was internally screaming. I mean, holy shit, he's so close.. and he can smell Ryans cinnamon scented cologne.
A woman's voice spewed from the speakers as soon as Ryan hit play. It was full of vocal fry and way too high pitched, but, Ryan liked it. And Dylan could make that sacrifice for him.
Ryan scooted closer subtly and their legs touched. Dylans breath hitched quietly, he tried to play it off with a cough, and he glanced back at Ryan, whom was already staring at him.
They both looked away, story of whatever stupid ghost now tuned out. Embarrassment showed up on their faces as red on their cheeks.
"Uh.. there- theres just something on your face." Ryan chuckled, trying to be suave. But the nervousness dripping from his mumbled words betrayed him. He reached a hand out, brushing against Dylans face as a stray hair fell off his face.
"I think you just like to touch me." Dylan taunted, holding up a stupid smile that makes Ryan have to look away so he doesn't swoon.
"Not true." Ryans response was admittedly pathetic, sneaking one last glance at Dylan to try to redeem himself before the van abruptly stops.
"Pit stop! gotta pee-" Suddenly yells Jacob as he scrambles out the vehicle, running into the gas station. Eventually, the group of counselors left the van for a breath of fresh air.
Ryan and Dylan were alone in the chip isle, and Ryan started some conversation. "So, you like the.. podcast story?" he runs a hand over his head and smirking, trying to play it cool.
Dylan smiled back at him. "Yeah.. it's.. dramatic. Most of that stuff isn't even scientifically possible though, so." He sneered, "But i'm glad you like it."
"You looked pretty interested."
"Yeah? Because you were staring at me?"
Ryan decided to take that big step. He couldn't step around the tension anymore.. the unspoken mutual want.
"...Yeah. I was." Ryan admitted, not daring to look Dylan in the eye. "A-And.. I think.. i would like to stare at you more. this year." He mentally face palmed, wanting nothing more than the earth to swallow him whole. Can he have worded that any worse?
"What?" Dylans smile widened, almost like he was mocking him. "Asking me out?" He laughed, faking innocence with a tilt of the head.
"...Do you.. want me to?" Ryan mumbled lowly.
Dylan's teasing smile faded into genuine surprise. Ryan is asking him out. Ryan Erzahler. The boy he's literally been pining over the whole summer is asking him out.
"Yes." He finally responded, looking into Ryans brown, expressive eyes.
they went back in the van, resumed the podcast and Dylan made a bold move. He held Ryans hand. Ryan reciprocated the gesture. They had a sense of connection. A sense of love that didn't, no, couldn't be described.
Chris being extremely overprotective, obsessive almost. the reader is in danger and he can't help but put himself in the middle of it. he wants to protect reader no matter *what*.
Pairing: bsf!Chris x gn!reader (they/them pronouns are used)
Summary: when your drunk ex stumbles into Josh’s party and grabs you, Chris is thrown into protective boyfriend mode—even if he only wishes he was your boyfriend.
Warnings: mentions of a cheating ex, said ex physically grabbing reader
A/N: yesss! This is inspired by canon “I’m gonna murder his fucking face off” Chris Hartley 😌
Josh’s party is buzzing with life; music thumping, lights low and golden, laughter spilling out of every room. There’s expensive booze in cheap plastic cups and someone’s DJing from an iPad on the kitchen counter. You’re in a cute outfit, something so uniquely you that chris has filed it away in his brain to daydream about later.
Chris hasn’t taken his eyes off you all night. He tells himself it’s casual and friendly. You’re his best friend… he’s just worried about your safety—it’s normal to keep his eyes trained on you from across the room… right?
But across the crowd, he sees him. Your ex. The one who cheated. The one who made you cry for weeks. The one you said you never wanted to see again.
The fucker is clearly drunk, stumbling, laughing a little too loud as he crowds you in the hallway outside the den. His hand grabs your arm when you try to sidestep him, fingers curling tight around your bicep—a grip hard enough to bruise. you’re trying to keep your voice calm, smile polite, but Chris knows you.
He sees that look in your eyes.
You’re uncomfortable, probably hurting, and that’s all it takes.
Chris shoves his drink onto a nearby surface, doesn’t even notice the plastic cup hit the floor when it doesn’t land properly. He’s moving, shouldering past a group of stoners, his glasses slide down his nose from the heat rushing to his face, but he doesn’t stop.
He reaches you just as your ex leans in too close.
“I said let go—” you say firmly but quietly.
“Hey.” Chris’s voice is sharp, cold, unfamiliar. It cuts through the noise like a blade. Your ex turns, annoyed, but then he sees Chris’s face.
Chris has never hit anyone, he’s never had to, but his jaw is clenched, his fists curled at his sides, and there’s something dangerous in his eyes:
“Take your hands off of them.”
Your ex laughs, slurring. “Whoa, relax bro, we’re just talking—”
Chris steps closer, he’s taller than your ex. the energy shifts. Something in the air goes cold.
“You’re drunk, and you’re grabbing them. That’s not talking, that’s harassment. Now get your fucking hand off of them before I break your wrist.” Chris’s voice is low and steady, but terrifyingly calm—It’s not a joke. not a bluff. like he’s already imagined how this plays out, and none of the options end well for this guy.
You barely breathe.
Your ex releases your arm like it burned him, stepping back with a muttered “fuck this” and disappears into the crowd.
Chris doesn’t chase him. He turns to you. And that’s when the mask cracks, his eyes soften.
“are you okay?” He asks gently.
He touches your arm so, so gently where your ex had gripped it, eyes scanning for bruises. “Did he hurt you? Did he—God, I should’ve seen him coming over sooner”
You try to speak, but Chris shakes his head, he knows you so well—he knows you’re already about to play it off.
“Don’t,” he says softly. “don’t brush it off, that was fucked up, he shouldn’t have touched you”
Then, quieter, more broken:
“I should’ve been next to you all night” he whispers.
You’ve never seen him like this; flushed with adrenaline. Protective. Possessive. But it’s not about ego… It’s you. He needs you to be safe, and the idea of someone hurting you is too much for him to process.
“If he touches you again,” Chris says under his breath, “I won’t hold myself back.”
Your heart’s pounding, and when you reach out and link your fingers with his—just a soft, wordless thank-you; he squeezes them like he’ll never let go again.
emma mountebank x abigail blyg sfw & nsfw headcanons || the quarry
SURPRISE !!!! ive been whipping up some actual ship content for once.... ive been thinking of blygbank a lot recently and thought it would be nice to contribute to the ship with my writings ^^ and also, adding, I do actually write for canon x canon ships! I may be a bit more picky though but I don't have any ships that Id feel uncomfortable with. the only character I won't write canon x canon is Jacob 😔
but anyways, this involves sfw & nsfw content! all nsfw content will be posted under the cut
★ abi’s first crush at camp was emma. abi knew she was queer for a while now, and emma's sense of style and witty personally won abi over very quickly. abi was nervous and unsure how to act around her at first
★ emma's first girl crush *was* abigail. she never fell for a girl before but abi really made emma feel… different. they got a long really well at the beginning of camp, abi absolutely adored her. but eventually, things became sour between the two. it was emma's fault, technically
★ emma has a lot of internalized homophobia, she never thought of girls that way until… wow. abi. the way abi spoke to her was cute, charming, almost like one of her youtube followers. it was very easy for emma to be home infatuated with abi
★ emma is really affectionate towards abi in the beginning, holding her hand and snuggling up against her. its clear that emma’s favorite counselor was abi. abi, however, was really nervous and anxious when emma started hanging around her. emma was the typical popular girl type, so why would she be into… some dorkass nerd like her?
★ abi thought it was a joke at first, y'know, popular kids fucking around with the misfits for some sort of fun. but no, emma really, *really* liked her. it was emma who initiated their first kiss, abi adored it
★ abi left a ton of little notes around camp for emma to find during the early stages. they usually involved doodles of them together and hints for other drawing. after they stopped being intimate, abi avoided anywhere that she left her doodles. emma probably stumbled into a few during the night™
★ during the campfire scene ™… emma did the dare in a half-ass attempt to see if she still had feelings for abi. it was also a test to see who abi liked more, nick or emma. the only issue is that she didn't expect jacob to run off as well. (she has this weird snark in her voice when she tells nick to “go find abi”, it sounds jealous to me)
★ abi still has pretty heavy feelings for amma despite all the issues during summer. I mean, she likes Nick, but … there was something special about emma. emma very much feels the same way, still struggling with her newfound revolution but too adoring of the artist to be upset at herself
this writing is intended for ADULT CONSUMPTION and contains NSFW material
★ emma has a lot of experience with intimacy, 100%. abi has little to zero experience when it comes to being intimate. however, both of them are touchy while kissing. emma knows what parts of the body makes people pleased but abi is just roaming around wherever. emma is eagerly grabbing her shoulders and ass while abi only feels confident enough to hold onto her waist
★ emma is borderline obsessed with abigail’s body. i mean, wow. her chubby stomach, her fat tits, and the smile? jesus christ, the smile. not only that? abi doesn't shave. it's something emma isn't used to and wow.. wow wow wow. emma loves girl hair. she loves girl scent. she loves taking in whatever abi is able to give her
★ abi is super paranoid and unsure about emma's advances at first. abi likes emma, emma likes abi. abigail feels like emma is sitting there and making fun of her advances at first, but no, emma just had no idea how to deal with having a girl crush. not only that, abi has never really been with anyone this intimate before… she's anxious, nervous, but very, very excited to please her partner
★ abi really. really loves emma's tits. I mean. comfy. warm. oh god so warm. she doesn't even know what to say. it's been more than once where she accidentally dozed off on them during aftercare lol …
★ emma wants to be dominant, she wants to please abi, that's what her role is supposed to be. the sight of abi's cunt wasn't what she expected. emma’s experimental with her tongue, teasing her and tasting her with curiosity. she’d keep eye contact with abi, wanting to know if she was doing a good job. abi found her inexperience and need to prove herself really, really cute
it is an absolute honor writing again. i have another big project coming up (hint, it's more quarry...), so do forgive me for being so late with posting again!! i looove blygbank meow
obsessive!travis hackett x reader blurbs || the quarry
for some reason im thinking about travis hackett. read a killer fic on ao3 and decided i was gonna throw some bait into the pool and see what works, y'know? this was originally just going to be a random headcanon drop but it became a bit too streamlined and fixating on travis' desperation to keep you safe. so you're getting something a bit more specific today folks...
author is male but writes the reader as ambiguous as possible
★ travis is a very introverted and awkward person. he would very much notice you before you noticed him, so his feelings would be festering way before you even got to meet him. he's kind of... weird about it too, taking slight advantage of his position as a cop to gain access to your legal information and pull you to the side whenever he felt like it
★ so yeah, pretty much a stalker. travis knows it's immoral, but considering what he's doing with his family and for the missing people of north kill, he would say this one of the more sane things he's picked up these last few years
★ it would take him a bit to work up the courage to actually approach you without "probable cause". his preferred way of meeting you would be to catch you at the local coffee place or, if luck allows it, catch you in a bit of danger so he would make a good impression. he really doesn't know how to talk to people without inserting his sheriff persona, so his speech is a bit formal. you however, found it pretty charming seeing the facade ware off over time
★ travis kept to himself, you knew that. all you were aware of was his relationship with the operator of hackett's quarry summer camp, chris hackett, and that he had a niece and nephew. he was clearly hiding something from you, any attempt to bring up the rest would cause him to politely tell you to drop it
★ he liked the metaphorical power that he held over you, you didn't disobey much, and he was grateful for it. anytime he would reach out to touch you, whether it be to brush a strand of hair off your face or to wipe a food stain off your lips, you stood still and let him do it. those short but intimate moments only caused his want for you to grow
★ eventually he would have told his family about you, trying to get advice from his younger brother. travis felt stupid about it considering his age but knew his lack of experience would make this relationship go no where. his primary wishes though were to just keep you safe, and whether you accepted it or not, he would always have his eye on you
★ one night, travis would of had enough. you told him during one of your 'dates' about a disturbing, wolfish noise you had heard during the last full moon. you most likely meant it as a joke but the slight shift in his face said everything. he couldn't, no, *wouldn't* let you get hurt by the white wolf
★ his obsession with you would eventually begin to grow after finding that out. travis would start insisting you stay by his side, every word he spoke seemed more like a command than a suggestion. he would act with his body, grabbing your hand or nudging you to the side at any moment he thought you would need it
★ gonna be honest, travis is just a lonely pent up guy. hes pretty torn between keeping you safe and his family's secret safe, as ma always said *"a good boy protects his family".* he doesn't have much of a life outside of avenging his uncle, saving his family, and then ... you. you gave him one more reason to wake up and he can't lose that, man
★ travis would make a desperate attempt for you to live in his house under his rules. he doesn't live with his family, instead taking over his uncle's abandoned home. as much as he hated putting restrictions on you, he would instill a strict curfew and monitor you. the question is, would he tell you about the cameras? would you take the opportunity to leave due to his paranoia? would you even understand if he told you about the curse on his family?
★ eventually the paranoia would bubble up to the point he was clearly struggling. he wanted you safe, but would you be safer if he told you everything? travis would confess the family's secret to you in a composed but clearly unnerving way. he would insist that, well, now you know, you couldn't abandon him. you would be safest where he could watch you in the small town of north kill, under the eyes of sheriff hackett
★ travis noticed himself feeling better after you came into his life, a person to protect and control. he felt conflicted with his feelings of possessiveness, most of the time. you didn't deserve that, he knew it. you showed him a kindness that his family never reached to give him in these dire times. travis always slept with his arms wrapped around you, his head snuggled against your shoulder. your presence was nothing he had ever had before, and he loved it
I also really, really just wanted to write for the quarry again. travis is slowly growing on me but i'm still team bobby forever 💪 im also still learning more about how to write travis by studying other peoples interpretations of him. im sorry to the diehard travis fans I may have disappointed with this post.
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AMAB Matt Taylor x reader headcanons 👀? I'd bang my head into concrete like an ostrich
matthew taylor x amab!reader headcanons || until dawn
hello there again!:D since ive been on a matt kick recently, I thought id go ahead and get this request done as well! I wasn't completely sure what exactly you wanted with the reader's identity but that was definitely me overthinking everything. if I misread the request please let me know and id be happy to work with you again!!
★ no one ever expected matt to be into, well, guys. of course he's dated a few girls in the past but genuinely? his interest in women made a massive drop when you and him got together. he probably had an internal dilemma about his sexuality, doing an ungodly amount of google searching and reddit wandering to find any other people to relate to. you were different, the way he felt with you was nothing like the ladies. in the end, he probably let his brain overheat and just accepted the fact that, yeah, he was probably gay.
"is it gay if im a boy and i start dating a boy and like it more than dating girls?” aaand search
★ at first, his football team teased him about it.
"hey man! I don't know if I want you in the locker room while we undress anymore, haha."
"is that why you like football? so you can tackle and pin down a bunch of men all day?"
their tones were playful, matt tried his hardest to assure you, but you couldn't stand for it. you eventually had to step in since he struggled doing it himself, telling most if not all of them off at the lunch table they all sat in
★ you made friends with most if not all of those football boys that day. honestly, they couldn't care less if he liked a boy. jocks had a weird way of being friendly with each other, you had to learn that the hard way. even so, matt was grateful you stood up for him. the jokes died down drastically after it, and whether they were jokes or not, he felt alienated everytime they made them
★ matt loved carrying your school bag as he led you to your next class. most of the time it would result in him being late to his own class, but it was a sacrifice he'd happily make. he isn't a bad kid, that's for sure, but you can expect him to go into one of your classes with the excuse that another teacher requested for you or that the teacher who "sent" him needed more printer paper. anything to see you one moment longer, he hated leaving your side
★ you'd always get the best seats during his football games. expect to see him looking around the stands to catch your eyes, waving to you or throwing a kiss your way any time he got a small break. at the end of the game, you'd rush down to greet him and immediately be pulled into a sweaty but comforting hug. despite how tired he was at the end of the games, matt always made the effort to pick you up and shower you with kisses, especially if they had won
★ his family was a bit confused at first. not unaccepting, just ... confused. it took them a bit of time to warm up to you, particularly his father, but as long as their matthew was happy. his father in particular kept asking you questions about your plans in life and what you did as a career. let's just say that your promise to tutor and work with matt made him a lot happier having you around
★ bringing him out to eat was one of your favorite things to do. matt had a huge stomach and after football practice? it got even larger. he would destroy a burger in front of you, his face relatively messy with lettuce and sauce. you can recall a moment in time where you two had been eating at a fancier place, the server who asked for your orders referred to you both as friends, giving eyes to matt. he spoke up almost immediately, pride and possession shining in his eyes
"hah, actually, we're boyfriends. easy mistake to make."
he followed up the comment with a gentle squeeze of your hand. matt was very good at reassuring you
★ matt loves your body, by the way. there's plenty of things he's excited to experience having a male partner. matt always wondered what it would be like to be the little spoon, and when he finally got the chance to have your arms and thighs wrapped around him, he knew it would be his new favorite sleeping position. not to mention, your body was so warm
★ if you really want to get him going, wear a low cut tank top that's two sizes too small. bonus if you just came back from a run, that boy smell is irresistible to him. speaking of which, matt loves that he can play fight with you or get you to join in on his exercises. he’ll eventually encourage you to try the barbell for his own personal reasons, he definitely wouldn't be staring at that bead of sweat dripping down your pecs as he coached you along
ouuuug matt ❤️ its an honor feeding these poor souls. not to mention, its always fun writing for a male reader since. y'know. im a guy too 👍 !! im also slowly developing my own little life outside of the games for these characters... I unironically wanna give them family dynamics and silly stuff like that.
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