#nick furcillo imagine
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➪the one where nick craves you more than ever after he gets infected.
don’t repost my work anywhere x (reblogs are fine, of course)
Warnings: smut, mentions of smut, swearing, nick being possessive, pre transformation nick, nick being a proper ass, kissing, nick going down on you, fingering, oral (f receiving), spitting (if you squint), over stimulation
Word Count: 3.1k
The dead body that was floating in the pool had you stepping back into your boyfriend of eight months. He wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his chest, where you buried your face, your hands fisting his bloodied shirt. Nick holds your waist with one hand while his other presses against the back of your neck.
Unbeknownst to you, while Kaitlyn, Abigail, Dylan and Ryan stared in horror at the body, Nick turned away from it and nuzzled his face into your hair, inhaling your scent. You and Nick have held each other like this many times before, so you didn’t think much of it.
Then he started growling in an animalistic way. You lifted your head, your face now inches from his. “Nick?” You trail off, your eyes squinting in confusion at his heavy breathing. “Are you okay?”
He just inhaled again, his eyes closing as he gripped onto you tighter. “You smell so good,”
“What?” You ask and attempt to step away from him but he pulls you closer. “What are you doing?”
Kaitlyn looked over at the two of you, confusion lacing her features. “You alright there, buddy?” She asks as she steps closer to you. “Maybe dial it back a bit, hm?”
Nick growled once more, lifting his head from your hair to glare at her. “Fuck off, Kaitlyn,” he said, his voice low and his accent less prominent. He leaned back down to you, his hold on you becoming alarmingly tight. “I want to taste you.”
Your heart skipped a beat and you reached down to grip his forearm. How could he possibly be in the mood right now?
“Hey, Nick,” Dylan tried his luck and gently grabbed your arm in an attempt to pull you away.
Nick suddenly pulled you into his side and grabbed Dylan’s wrist, glaring at him. “Touch her again and I’ll rip your remaining hand off,” his voice was full of anger and you could only assume that he was acting this way due to the attack he endured earlier that night.
The threat made Dylan’s eyes widened as he pulled free from Nick and stepped away. Nick continued to give him a death stare, his arm wrapped tightly around your shoulders.
Feeling like you were the only person who would be able to get through to him at this point, you reach up and firmly grab Nick’s face, turning his head so he is looking at you. His expression was still angry and you feared that you may be taking your life in your own hands, but you chose to believe that the Nick you knew would never hurt you. He proved that earlier when he pushed you out of the way of the rather large thing that would’ve taken a bite out of you, and instead got its large teeth impaled into his shoulder.
You scolded him the entire way back to the campfire, Nick putting almost all his weight onto you as he stumbled over everything. You continuously asked why he did it and called him an idiot multiple times. He just smiled weakly at you, blood smearing his face and neck and mumbled “Worth it,”
Looking at him now, you wanted to believe that the Nick who saved you was the same Nick that was squinting his eyes angrily at you. You press your thumbs into his soft yet bloody skin and try to ignore the small ounce of fear you felt and stood up on your toes to press your lips to his.
The kiss turned heated extremely quickly and Nick wrapped his arms around your waist, pressing down against you so you were back on flat feet. You pulled away before things turned too hot and heavy for a time like this and grabbed his hands. “I’m going to take him back to the cabin to lay down,” you say as Nick hovers over you, his craving for you now intensified by the feeling of your lips on his.
Dylan and Ryan both nodded in agreement, surprised that a simple kiss was enough to calm him down, and you led Nick back to the cabin that he had just finished packing up this morning. He followed closely behind you, his hands slipping from yours and landing on your waist.
You opened the cabin door, hearing the lock click from behind you, thanks to Nick. You turned to look up at him, seeing him already looking down at you, his brown eyes even darker. He inches closer to you and you allow it, not knowing what was running through his head. He grabs your hand and places it on his chest, sliding it down until it reaches the top of his jeans. “Nick-”
“I need you,” he says, his voice full of lust. “I need to touch you.”
“Nick,” you say again. “We can’t. You’re hurt and it’s not a good time.”
“I don’t give a shit about me,” he says and you can hear the anger beginning to seep into his voice again. “Don’t you love me?”
Your brows furrowed and you slipped your fingers in the waistline of his pants, gripping the material. “Of course, I do,” you whisper. “You’re the only guy I have ever loved, you know that.”
Nick exhaled sharply, his hands coming down to hold your waist. “Let me taste you,” he had gone from aggressive and cold to desperate and whiny. “Please.” He slowly kneeled and pressed his nose against the fabric of your shirt, moving his head so it drags a portion of it up and exposes your stomach to him.
You run your hand through his hair and almost immediately he presses his lips to your exposed skin, dragging his lips and creating wet trails along the smoothness of your stomach.
You were already starting to give in, but the neediness in his voice was making your knees wobble. You and Nick had had sex many, many times before this but you’ve only ever seen him this needy when it was your first time having sex. Nick had liked you for months at that point and you were dating for a month and a half before you let him get intimate with you. Granted, Nick always got needy when he hadn’t seen you in a while, but you’ve been with him all day.
“I need you, baby,” he mumbled and you gripped his shoulders, tugging him up so your lips could meet his. He kissed you back with such force that it would have knocked you off your feet had his hands not been holding your waist. His lips moved against yours quickly and audibly as he backed you up until the back of your thighs hit the dresser.
Nick moved his hands to the sides of your thighs and lifted you up and onto the surface, returning them to your waist once you were seated. His grip on you was tight, his nails nearly digging into your skin.
This wasn’t something you had planned - was not even close to how you thought your night would go - but if this is what would make Nick feel better, then you were more than happy to give yourself to him.
Nick, on the other hand, planned on getting you off any way he could. He couldn’t explain it, but the second he saw Dylan touch you, something inside of him set on fire. He was always the jealous type, but never one to threaten his friends. He couldn’t help it. The thought of someone else’s hands on you, even in the totally innocent and harmless way Dylan touched you, had him seeing red.
“Tell me you want this,” he muttered against your mouth, his hands moving down to unbutton your jean shorts. “Tell me you want me.”
He needed to hear you say that you were his, and that you always would be.
“I want you,” you breathed out as Nick lifted you slightly to rid you from your shorts. Your hands tug at his hair as his lips suck dark marks all over your collarbones and shoulders, marking you as his own. “I only ever want you. I love you so much.”
Nick gives you a boyish grin, his eyes laced with something you’ve never seen before. He lifts you up again and gently tosses you down onto the bed a few feet away. He’s back on you immediately, his hands moving down to hook your bare legs around his waist. Your hands find his hair again as he presses his lips against yours, his jean covered front slowly grinding into your thinly covered crotch.
You break away from the kiss as a moan escapes you, Nick’s lips trailing down your neck to your chest and finally to the exposed skin above your underwear. He slowly hooks his fingers through the fabric and tugs it down your legs, dropping the black underwear beside the bed.
You blindly reach down to tug on one of his hands, holding it tightly as Nick begins placing kisses, among other things, to your inner thighs. He was kissing you everywhere but the place where you needed him, despite his insatiable want for you. He craved you, more than he ever had, and he craved the taste of you.
But, even in his fucked up, infected state, he needed to know that you were sure. “Do you want this?” He asked, his voice low with lust.
“Yes,” you replied instantly, pushing his hand down to where you desperately needed it. “Don’t you?”
“Of course I do,” he mumbled, sucking a mark onto the patch of skin right above your heat. “I’ve been wanting you all night. I want you forever.” The possessive tone from earlier was back and it turned you on to no end. Your moan at his words alone should be enough of a give away.
The thought of a forever with Nick had your heart racing. Did he really want to spend the rest of his life with you?
Nick finally leaned down and licked a stripe up your folds, his tongue pressing against you firmly. Instantly, you moaned, your back arching in response to him.
“My needy girl,” he muttered, closing his lips around the bundle of nerves that rested above your folds. Your hand tugged his hair harshly and you were surprised to hear the growl he let out at the feeling.
You wouldn’t last long, you never did when it came to his lips on you, that much you knew. The way he was touching you and talking to you, it was only a matter of time. Still, you tried to hold off as best you could.
Nick wasn’t letting up, either. He sucked on you like it was the last thing he’d ever do and your thighs tightened around his head, your eyes rolling back and moans spewing from your permanently open mouth.
He let go of your clit with a pop before moving down to lick your opening, spreading your folds apart and inserting his tongue into you. It was what you both had been waiting for and your moans flew from your mouth quicker, gripping his hair even tighter.
Nick pulled away from you, using his finger to keep the pressure that left with his mouth. His middle and pointer fingers slipped in you, reaching an impressive depth that had you seeing stars.
Your eyes were closed so you couldn’t see the smirk Nick wore and the glint of your juices shining on his chin and lips. You also didn’t see the quick flash of yellow in his normally brown eyes as his tongue poked out to lick your taste as best as it could. “You always taste so fucking good,” he moaned out, your thighs shuddering from his dirty words. His fingers continued to slide in and out of you, the digits coated in your wetness. “Always so good for me. I love you, love your taste.”
It took him less than a second to slip his fingers out of you and before you knew it, his mouth was back on you, his tongue deeper than the previous time as his fingers created a temporary crevice for it.
Your eyes shot open for a second in surprise before squeezing shut again, your hand reaching for his. He wraps one of his arms around one of your thighs and allows you to take the other, sliding it up your chest and onto your clothed breast. His fingers fondled your nipple as best as it could through the fabric, feeling the nub harden at his touch.
He moaned out at how responsive you always were for him, and the vibrations sent waves of pleasure through you. “Fuck,” you whimpered, taking his hand off your chest to interlace your fingers, gripping his hand tightly.
He hummed against you, lifting his head to press a kiss to your thigh. “You’re so fucking hot,” he growled, your sounds doing a number on him. “So fucking perfect. You’re mine, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” you gasped out. “I’m all yours.”
“Yeah you are,” he muttered before spitting on your folds, watching as it slowly ran down your slit. “You were mine from the second I saw you.”
Nick returned his lips to your heat, licking up his spit before slipping his tongue back in you. You felt as if you were seeing a whole new side of him. He was never one to be so possessive over something, let alone over you. Sure, he got annoyed when he witnessed some guy flirting with you, but he never got to the point where he got so worked up over a simple touch on the arm by a close friend.
You could feel yourself creeping closer to that glorious edge and somehow Nick could sense it. His tongue sped up, penetrating you quicker than it ever had before, and your eyes once again shut as the pressure building up was pushing you closer to your climax.
He licked all over you, his tongue beginning to rub circular motions on your bundle of nerves. You felt your legs shake, the burning sensation reaching an all time high. “I know you want to come,” he says, the vibrations of his voice adding to the blinding pleasure. “C’mon, baby. Come for me. Show me how good I’m making you feel and let me taste you.”
You’d never heard him say such filthy words before, and it made you grip the comforter under you, your chest pushing upwards as you felt the knot in your stomach burst. Your moans were uncontrollable and louder than usual, the turn of events having caught you completely off guard. You can’t imagine that Nick minds the volume change in your sounds, as he’s told you during the many times he's gone down on you or been in you that he loves the sounds you make for him. He loves knowing that it's him getting you off and that it's him who gets to claim you.
Your orgasm washed through you, your mind going completely blank and all you could focus on was his mouth that continued to suck and lick at your folds as you came undone.
You’d expected him to stop, but that clearly wasn't the case as he didnt pause his attack on your opening. “Nick,” you whined, feeling sensitive after your climax. He ignored you and instead opted to trace the letters of his name onto your clit with his tongue, furthermore asserting dominance over you.
“You taste so fucking good,” he moaned, smearing your juices over your slit before sucking your clit once more. “I want you to come again.”
He said it so nonchalantly that you were caught off guard at this request, shaking your head. “I-I don’t know if I can,”
“You can, baby,” he cooed, his tongue laying flat against you.
You did your best in trying to deal with the sensitivity, your eyes rolling back, broken moans escaping you. “Fuck. Fuck, Nick, please,”
“‘M here,” he said. “Come for me, again.”
There was no doubt that you wouldn’t last even a few seconds this time as you already felt your second orgasm approaching quickly.
It didn’t take much at all for you to spiral over the edge once more, your vision going black momentarily as Nick cleans you up from your second high with his tongue.
Your legs were shaking when he pulled away from you, leaving you almost completely dry as he licked up any and all traces of your release. He crawled back over your form, your hands immediately gripping his blood covered shirt as you pulled him down and onto you, connecting your lips.
You were surprised at the fact that you couldn’t taste any of yourself on his tongue as he sticks it in your mouth, kissing you with the same force he’d been using all night. He really had been craving you to the point of not letting any drop of you go to waste.
You pull away, breathless and tired, wrapping your arms around your boyfriend’s shoulders. He nuzzles his head into your hair, inhaling your scent once more as his arms wrap around your waist. His body completely covered yours making you feel small and protected, a feeling Nick had given you twice tonight, once now and the other when he took the bite for you.
You lay in a peaceful silence, your fingers running through Nick’s hair as he finally lets the tenseness in his body fade away for the first time since he got bit. He felt unbelievably satisfied, despite him being the one to give all the pleasure. Knowing he got you off twice from just his tongue was enough to keep him satisfied. It was he who got you to that point, after all.
You let yourself drift off, your hands still tightly locked in his brown hair. Nick figured he should probably dress you since you were too tired to do so yourself, so he carefully left your embrace, picking up your discarded underwear and slipping them back up your legs. He left your shorts off, figuring that sleeping in jean shorts had to be one of the most uncomfortable pieces of clothing to sleep in. He moved to lay back down next to you, pulling your sleeping form into his chest, allowing you to be as close as possible.
While there were many other urges Nick was currently trying to fight off, his craving for your sweet taste was fulfilled, and he pressed one final kiss to your head before closing his glowing yellow eyes.
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control.
request(s): Nick and Abigail aren’t a thing, as Nick has a thing for reader, and reader has a thing for Nick. BUT nick, due to in process of turning, still has that rather… suggestive moment with Abigail when holding her upon discovering kaylees body, so reader distances themselves and finds comfort in say Dylan, Ryan or even one of the gals in the pool house, Nick lashes out and then the transformation happens… time skip to reunite in the morning, after Silas is dealt with. OR, sweet moment b4 transform?
Hey I saw you're taking requests for The Quarry stories so I'd like to make one! I have a mega crush on Nick (that accent does things to me), and I have this idea floating around my head that werewolf Nick ends up hurting the (female) reader pretty bad and then after the curse has lifted, has to deal with that fact and he's really upset about it. IDK I'm just a sucker for angst!
*control: the power to influence or direct people's behavior or the course of events.
a/n: his accent does things to me too :)
i don’t care what anyone says -- i love nick and none of what he did was in his control.
word count: 2,293
warnings: ...turning into a werewolf?
Your first thought was to latch onto Nick for comfort.
He was the one you trusted the most amongst the camp counselors, and it felt like pure instinct to go to him. The sight of dead body was a sight you’d thought never possible before the start of this night -- but it was a reality now, and you couldn’t stop the discomfort that flooded you at the sight. A body, dead in the water was both terrifying and horrifying and you felt it was only natural you reached out for some sort of comfort.
However, when you turn to Nick, your lips part at the sight of him already holding Abigail. He had a hand pressed against the back of her head, tucking her into the crook of his neck and the other wrapped tightly around her waist. And despite everything, the body, the events of the night, a bout of jealousy and hurt flooded your entire being at the sight.
You’d had a crush on Nick since the beginning of summer; swooned by his accent at first, only to learn how kind and gentle he really was. He was pretty quiet, sure, but you’d gotten close enough to him that when it was just the two of you he was quite witty and funny. He never failed to make you laugh, and the need to be near him didn’t seem one sided at all -- in fact, you’d been pretty sure he’d reciprocated your feelings.
But this... this felt like maybe you’d been imagining things.
Swallowing thickly, you drown out Ryan’s words, only managing to hear something about the body being Kaylee Hackett -- that made you feel even more sick -- and you spin around. Stood slightly behind Nick, you could hardly handle the sight of him and Abigail or the body. Pressing a hand firmly against your stomach, you’re barely aware of a pair of eyes on you until a hand falls on your shoulder.
“H-Hey, Y/N?”
Blinking, you realize it’s Dylan talking to you, his good hand on your shoulder as he squeezes it reassuringly. He looks concerned as he stares down at you, leaning to meet your height. “Are you okay?”
“I’m...” You pause, the words feeling stuck in the back of your throat as you can’t help but glance over your shoulder at Nick and Abigail. You don’t realize it, but Dylan follows your gaze and a frown mares his lips as he realizes what’s upsetting you. His eyes are already on you as you turn back to him, pressing a hand to your lips, unable to finish your words.
“Hey, it’s okay,” he calls softly, pulling you to his side with his hand. You fall into his side easily, appreciating his kindness and soothing words as you press your face into his shoulder, sniffling slightly. The events of the night were becoming too much, and seeing the boy you liked so much comforting and holding another girl so close was like the cherry on top.
“Oh man.... Poor Kaylee,” you hear Kaitlyn mumble, pulling you to move your gaze away from Dylan and over to the body once more.
You tense slightly at the sight of it and Dylan squeezes you gently.
“Nick...”
Pausing at the sound of Abigail’s voice, your gaze flickers over to her, brows furrowing.
“You smell so good...”
It’s undeniably Nick’s voice and you’re both jealous and disturbed at his words. By the way Abigail’s pushing away from his grip, you can tell she’s uncomfortable at the way he’s huddling so close to her, pressing his nose into the nape of her neck. But you don’t understand why he’s latching onto Abigail like that when they’d hardly spoken all summer.
“You alright there, buddy? Maybe dial it back a bit, huh?” Kaitlyn intervenes, stepping forward slightly.
Nick pulls back, eyes set in a harsh glare as he looks at Kaitlyn. “Fuck off, Kaitlyn.”
Surprised at his outburst, you watch with wide eyes -- Nick’s never been the one to be aggressive, and honestly with the way he was treating Abigail, he almost seemed possessive.
Pulling her back close, Abigail is considerably more uncomfortable, pushing at him as he holds her tight against him. “Nick... what are you...?”
You feel your heart fall at his next words.
“I want to taste you...”
“Hey--”
Abigail is interrupted by Nick pulling her close; “come here...”
“Nick, get off-!! Get the hell off!”
She manages to push him off of her, and directly into the water.
Everyone’s stunned silent for a moment, especially when after a few seconds Nick doesn’t resurface. You feel your chest tighten in worry, confused by everything, until suddenly Nick pops back up, screaming. He’s yelling at the top of his lungs, scaring everyone as you jump back into Dylan who grabs onto you tightly.
He’s flailing wildly, but you can’t remember ever hearing Nick say he couldn’t swim--
“I-I just wanted him to stop,” Abigail mumbles, looking at you.
“Nick!” Ryan bellows, “dude!”
“Someone should help him!” You call out, pulling yourself from Dylan’s grasp to reach out for Nick. Ryan is quick to help you and the both of you manage to grab ahold of Nick, pulling him out of the water. Almost instantly his screaming stops and as he falls to the concrete, he huddles close to himself, shivering violently.
Frowning, you set your hand on his shoulder, pulling back with a hiss.
“He’s freezing,” you call out, turning back to Ryan and Dylan.
“O-Okay,” Ryan nods, pointing behind him. “Let’s get him into the pool house. Dry him off.”
-
Abigail had elected to help Nick, feeling guilty for what happened.
You let her. Of course you were concerned about Nick, but you couldn’t help but feel hurt by his actions -- you knew the both of you weren’t in a relationship, but you felt your feelings for him were pretty obvious and hurt to know that you hadn’t mattered to him as much as you thought.
“You alright?”
Feeling a hand fall on your back, you turn to glance back at Dylan.
He’d been careful to keep an eye on you, obviously concerned about you and you appreciated it. You and Dylan have always gotten along well, and honestly you felt besides Nick you got along with him the best. He was just so witty and sarcastic and it never failed to make you laugh, even when you were on the reciprocating end of one of his jokes.
It meant the world that he’d stuck by you since the incident at the pool.
“Y/N!”
A cry sounds out, spooking you from your thoughts as your gaze snaps over to Nick. Abigail is in front of him, having pulled back at his cry, and by the looks of it, he’d shoved her hand away and was fighting her help.
“I want Y/N.”
You blink at his words, glancing back at Dylan, Ryan and Kaitlyn who stare back at you in surprise and confusion. And then, when you turn back to Nick, Abigail’s looking at you with a deep frown on her lips -- but nonetheless, she stands, you following her shortly after a reassuring nod from Dylan, and she passes you the clothe she’d been using to dry him off with.
You approach him hesitantly, unsure.
He’s already turned to face you the minute you reach him, and you manage a small smile as you crouch before him. “Hey, Nick.”
“Y/N...” He groans, clasping his hurt shoulder tightly.
“Here,” you call out gently, reaching out for him. “I’ll just--”
You pause, Nick’s hand coming out to grasp your own wrist tightly. You wince, the grip pinching as you halt before him, baffled by his reaction. “Nick, what are you--”
“I thought you liked me.”
Eyes widening, you feel yourself freeze at his words.
“Not Dylan!” The words leave in a rushed growl, voice harsh as he tugs you forward, making you lose your balance that you end up falling into him. Your hand falls on the other side of him, to brace yourself, gasping as his grip never relents. You’re closer to him then you’ve ever been, and you find yourself unsure of what to say as he stares up at you, breathless, with his gaze never wavering.
“Nick,” you echo out, voice wavering. “I don’t like Dylan... it’s just, you and Abi were--”
“I don’t like Abigail,” he hisses out, “I like you.”
Your brows furrow, shaking your head; “then--”
“You’re mine.” He states, moving his grip to the back of your neck, pulling you close enough to press your lips against his own. You tense at the action and even though it’s something you’ve wanted to do all summer, you never wanted to do it like this. Where Nick felt he had to prove himself out of jealousy...
Pulling back, you fight Nick’s grip, shaking your head. “What the hell is wrong with you!”
His eyes darken instantly at your words, nails digging into the back of your neck as you hiss out in pain. “You’re mine,” he repeats, voice a low, menacing whisper. “Not Dylan’s. Not Jacob’s. Not anyone else’s but mine!”
“Get off of me!” You bellow out, catching the attention of the others as you try to yank yourself away from his grasp. “Nick! Let me go, please!”
“Hey, what the hell are you doing!!”
“Let her go,” Dylan bellows, his footsteps following as he rushes towards you. “Nick, let go of her!”
Nick scoffs, and then suddenly you’re being tossed back, the force of which not possible for any human. You land against the wall adjacent, a cry leaving your lips as you land on arm wrong, and you can feel the crack of your forearm as you try to gather your bearings. You feel your eyes water, both from the pain and from what had just happened, panting as you look ahead of yourself.
Nick’s stood up now, Dylan, Ryan and Kaitlyn blocking you from his path as Abigail rushes over to you.
“She’s mine! Fuck off!”
For the first time, you’re genuinely terrified of Nick. Something you’d thought never possible.
He races forward, knocking Ryan back, and you realize he’s gunning straight for you. He’s gonna... what, kill you?
As you twist your eyes shut, preparing yourself for whatever’s going to happen, a gunshot echoes. It pulls your eyes open instantly, lips parting as you realize Abigail’s the one holding the gun and she’d shot Nick -- she’d actually... shot him.
“What the hell did you do!” You cry out, turning to Abigail with wide eyes.
Before she can reply though, Nick’s letting out a cry of pain, and your eyes fall on him once more. He’s screaming out in pain, but no one moves to help him, and then suddenly... it’s like all of his skin bursts’ off of him, shedding completely from his body, until all that’s left is some sort of... monster.
You couldn’t believe your eyes.
It... Nick, turns in the next second, rushing out of the house without so much as batting either of you another glance.
-
“Oh my god, Nick!”
It’s a cry of happiness, barely hesitating as you rush towards the boy. As soon as you reach him, you’re pulling him for a hug with your good arm, holding onto him tightly as you pant against him.
He tenses under your touch, and when you pull away, you see the look of confusion in his gaze as he stares back at you. At first his gaze is on your face, the blood smearing across your skin, but then his eyes lower to your arm, braced together in a makeshift brace.
“What...”
“Nick,” you call out gently, shaking your head. “Do you remember anything?”
His brows furrow, face twisting as he tries to think back -- tries to force the memories to come back to him. It takes a minute but then suddenly his eyes are widening and he’s turning to look at you with parted lips. “I... I hurt you,” is the first thing he says -- the most important thing. Because truly, it’s the only thing that matters to him as stare at you, the tired look in your eyes, the bruises amongst your body and most importantly the broken arm.
“It’s okay,” you argue, shaking your head. “You weren’t in your right mind.”
Nick just shakes his head, unable to find his words.
True, when everything had first happened, you’d been hurt, felt betrayed and had been so, so angry at Nick. You couldn’t rationally understand why he’d done anything he had -- but then you learned more, and being left with your thoughts allowed you to realize that none of it had really been Nick. He’d been turning into a werewolf, obviously not in his right mind... anything he’d done hadn’t been in his control whatsoever.
“It’s okay, Nick...” You nod at him, smiling gently. “I already forgave.”
“But... look at you,” he breathes, biting his lip.
You just shrug; “I’ll heal.”
He doesn’t move, frozen to the spot -- maybe he’s too scared to reach for you, thinking he’ll hurt you again. Maybe he’s still trying to remember something. Maybe, he’s not in his right mind given that he’d just been a werewolf not a few minutes ago.
Whatever it is, you don’t care.
Reaching forward, you wrap your arm around him once more, pressing your face into the crook of his neck.
“I’m just happy you’re okay.”
And for a minute, he doesn’t move. He’s completely still, scared to touch you. But then, slowly, his arms wrap around your waist -- light at first, but then he tightens his grip, slumping against you.
“I’m so sorry.”
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yandere nick furcillo plsssss I will love u forever. I have a bit of an obsession with the quarry lately hehe
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( 📁 ) . . . 𝗧𝗪! 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝗽𝗶𝗲𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀. 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗽𝘂𝗿𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗶 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗶𝗻 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱.
( 📁 ) . . . 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝘂𝗮𝗹 𝘁𝗼𝘂𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴! 𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝘃𝗶𝗲𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱!!
( 📁 ) . . . 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝗼 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗿𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝘀𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁! <𝟯
𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝗳𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗼’𝘀 𝘆𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 . . .
𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚎, 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚟𝚎, & 𝚜𝚑𝚢
july 23rd 2021, 10:31 PM, and the stars are brighter than usual tonight
the moon follows suit, too - as it shimmers like a spotlight in the sky, hand-in-hand with every star dancing beside it
it’s probably just a nova of some sort, nick assumes, or maybe the stars are glistening just for the two of you, he hopes
you and nick, who worked together as chefs in the kitchen, had been assigned to teach a class about the wonders of constellations in the night sky
and what better way to learn about them beforehand than to actually get a glimpse yourself?
with a raggedy blanket, your telescope, and some peanut butter butterpops, you and your friend were off into the forest
as you blabber about your fascination with the night sky on the hike there, nick tries and fails miserably to gain control over his stuttering heart
but there is not a single, possible way this man could ever hide his undying crush on you
it’s so obnoxiously obvious by the way the counselors tease him for stuttering through his sentences and the red-hot blush that dusts his cheeks when you give him that perfect smile of yours
but… he’s just not good enough
he’s just generic nick, while you are sparkling, eccentric, alluring, all-too magnificent y/n l/n in all your heavenly glow
you are the sun in its full glory, but nick isn’t the moon, he’s not even a star and any sliver of confidence within him is put to shame at your side
you’re the personification of euphoria as you point to every star and tell him tales of the constellation's origin, but then you’re pure evil when you dare punish your vision by looking into his eyes
however, no matter how much his brain torments him, nick is in love with you and he teases the idea that this infatuation may just be what kills him
cassiopeia shimmers as you trace the shape with your finger, he’s looking at you
orion’s belt blinks while you usher him to use the telescope, he’s still looking at you
canis major twinkles, he can’t take his eyes off of you
“watch out!” your eyes blow wide as you shove him away and into the dirt, something animalistic crawling on top of you while it grunts and growls
the creature on top of you is horrifying
its limbs far too long to be human, its teeth ready to dig into its dinner, its eyes glowing like the stars you were just admiring
nick can’t even process the heart-stopping and overwhelming fact that you just saved his life before he acts
he holds the bulky flashlight in his hands, “get the fuck away from them!” shouts into the midnight air as he plunges the object into the skull of the creature
it whimpers and rolls off you and begins writhing like a dying cockroach, all before it abruptly lunges at the assailant
a wail escapes from nick's throat as a fountain of blood begins to spur from his neck, both of you beginning to scream like bloody murder
it was all a mess of sharp nails and honed teeth, and as nick lies there, bleeding while his flesh is carved into by this beast above him, he feels… elated
to die at your side and to die for you, there is no other way he’d rather go out
however, the beast let out an ear-piercing shriek after you thrust a loose twig into its throat, then scurries off into the forest
the silence left after its departure was deafening, but is then broken by the sudden appearance of a concerned ryan who rushed over upon hearing the uproar
you hurry over and tackle the boy into a hug, unaware of how something within a half-conscious nick dies as he watches the scene play out before him
he’s out like a light before he can pull himself together and claim what’s his, but soon awakens in a delirious state back in the lodge
“easy, man! chill out, will you?” kaitlyn scolds him, and in his dazed condition, he begins to panic and thrash about in his stance
“y/n… where…?” he mumbles while he pushes kaitlyn’s hands off his form in a fruitless attempt to escape her hold
all that flickered through his mind were those teeth and those heart-shattering screams of yours, and then, there was the memory of you saving his life and how the mere recollection could probably heal all of his wounds with its sheer power
“woah there, cowboy. you were just mauled by a bear, your summer love can wait” kaitlyn jokes, guiding the lovesick boy to lie back down
“no… where’s y/n? i need to… need to… need to save y/n.” he slurs out as he becomes more aggressive in his endeavors to escape
however, something sharp… something metallic hits his nose
across the hem of kaitlyn's sweatshirt is blood
your blood
nick’s nails, much sharper than ordinary, sink into the girl’s wrist as he uses both his hands to pull the stain to his nose, inhaling deeply and exhaling with a quavering whimper
the poor girl tries to wrangle herself from nick’s firm grip, but her attempts were merely futile
“nick! what the-!?“ “shut the fuck up, kaitlyn!” nick’s shout was muffled into her shirt sleeve but was assertive enough to reverberate against the lodge walls and strike fear into kaitlyn’s heart
he is blinded by pure desire; his inhales grow deeper with every breath as if he scenting what he thought to be you
“i said get the fuck away from-!” kaitlyn’s demand is cut short as nick practically flings her across the room in an enraged hysteria
he twists his nose in utter disgust at the sudden new scent that permeates the room, then finds kaitlyn lying wrangled on the floor, blood beginning to seep and pool around her
and as much as he knows he should… he doesn’t care
nick doesn’t care at all; you are all that matters right now
upon hearing the shouts and collision, you and ryan rush out of the nurse’s office to identify the sudden commotion
there you are, and for a mere moment, nick has found clarity amidst this mess, before it is robbed from him once he makes eye contact with ryan
ryan…
you’re with… ryan?
nick doesn’t know where this sudden feeling of pure hatred has come from, but the thought of him standing by your side - god forbid him putting his hands on you again - he doesn’t know what to do with himself
something primal bubbles within nick at the mere idea, and no matter how hard he tries, he can’t calm himself down
the room is dead silent, all that can be heard are the huffs of enragement and the grinding of teeth emanating from nick
“THEY’RE MINE!!” his eyes glimmer in a hue of gold for a mere second, and a bestial growl erupts from his throat before he charges at the male
nausea then builds in your stomach upon the scene before you: ryan, thrashing against the male on top of him as an inhuman nick claws and tears his teeth into another helpless victim
everything is red
screams and growls have faded into nothingness, the metallic scent of fresh blood is appalling and unadulterated terror pumps like a drug through your veins
and with that, you’re off
you’re off into the night and into the foggy forest of hackett’s quarry, not daring to turn and check if that rabid creature was intending on turning you into his dessert
the pain of loose sticks and pungent leaves scraping and cutting onto your form goes unnoticed, not when there's adrenaline racing through your entire body
you don’t know where you even intend to go, just far, far away from the horrors you had just witnessed
with tears seeping down your cheeks, you feel your legs begin to weaken beneath you and your running pace begins to decelerate
you let your body rest and come to a halt, catching your breath by leaning against a tree
as you look up to your left, you catch sight of what looks to be a cave of some sort
what was once used as an entryway for miners long ago has now become a hiding spot to shield yourself from the vicious creature that was once your close friend
you crouch down and muffle your hyperventilating breaths with your sleeve, waiting for what felt like days for something to happen
you waited for nick to greet you into your demise, or for some creepy cop to save you from this nightmare
and then… you hear it
twigs crunching beneath someone’s weight, inhuman growls filling the late-night ambiance
his figure marches into your train of vision as he begins sniffing the air like a drug-detecting canine beside a junkie
and then, his eyes turn towards your direction and your once pacing heart practically stops within your chest
there’s no way he can see you, it’s far too dark out here
he couldn’t possibly find you in such abysmal darkness… right?
a claw then impales into your ankle and drags you from your vain attempt at hiding, all while your helpless shouts echo throughout the woodland
you reach to find some sort of weapon to use against your aggressor, but your attempts were to no avail
and now there’s a man with golden eyes, whetted claws, and sharp teeth sat on top of you, face nestled into the base of your neck, shakily inhaling like some pervert
“nick…” you cry out, feeling the vibration of his grunt tremble against your skin upon hearing you say his name
“oh, y/n…” you can hear the smile in his words, “you have no idea all the fucking things you do to me…”
july 24th, 2021, 1:34 AM, and as you stare up into the night sky, you realize nick was right
the stars are brighter than usual tonight.
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Hey, I saw your Quarry asks were open! Could I possibly request one with reader and Nick? Maybe they get separated from the rest of the counselors after he’s been infected, things get a lil spicy with the whole “werewolf brain” kicking in(however you’re comfortable portraying that), but once the others catch up to you, their presence start to make things dangerous? Thank you!
It may have ended up a lil too spicy 🫢
Devour you
Nick Furcillo x Reader
Warnings: mention of blood, smut (18+), possessiveness
There were times when you said that you liked horror movies. Especially ones like Friday the 13th, when group of people got stuck in the woods and were chased by some kind of maniac. You hated it now.
The summer was so good, it started good. You loved the whole time you got to spend in the Hackett's Quarry. You got yourself new friends, new hobbies, unique experience and most importantly... Nick. You got really close to each other after all this time. Romantically close after some time.
So when you learned that you got another night here, you didn't even think about panic of Mr.H. You were just glad that you got to spend another night closer to Nick. It was great opportunity to spend some time together without a single worry about your day-to-day life.
And then... The chaos ensued.
You still didn't understand fully what was going on. One moment you were sitting near the bonfire, having fun, and the other moment Nick was bleeding, being seriously wounded. You took him to the lodge with others, helping him to the best of your abilities. And when your friends went away to take some supplies and possibly call for help, you stayed back with him. And even there you couldn't be safe.
"There's someone there." Nick whispered to you, suddenly alerted. You looked at the door and darted to it, closing it just in case. When you turned around, Nick was already trying to sit up. You helped him out, carefully holding his shoulders. "We need to get out."
"You sure that there is someone?" You asked him suspiciously, and Nick nodded quickly. "Alright. But the others..." You reminded him of other councelors, who could still be in the lodge. Nick shook his head, grasping your forearms.
"Someone is close. They are far. They won't be here in time." He looked at you, desperation and plea in his eyes. "I want to... I want to protect you."
"You are wounded, you need protection yourself... Shit... Alright, let's go. I will hide you and come back for them." You helped him stand up and you both got out on the street through the window. It took you some time to find your way, but you managed to do so before you heard noise from the lodge. Hurriedly, in the dark of the night, you lead him to some guest house, trying to cause as little harm to him as you could to the best of your abilities.
Once you stumbled in a house, you tugged him to the bed, placing him to sit on it. You darted back to the door, closing it and checking the windows carefully. To see if anyone was there and if this place was truly safe for the boy.
"Alright, are you okay? Does it terribly hurt? I can gonna try and find something for the wound." You came back to Nick, looking at his bloody skin, pointing a flashlight at his figure, but he only shook his head, wincing away from the light.
"I'm fine. It almost doesn't hurt." He answered, and you breathed out. You wanted nothing more, but to cuddle with him and go to sleep, forget all about the nightmares that occured here. But that was impossible. Almost a dream in these circumstances.
"Alright. I'm gonna leave you here so I can..."
"No, don't go!" Nick grabbed your hand fiercely. You winced from the sudden movement, looking at him surprised.
"I need to check on the others. They might need our help." You tried to get your hand from his grasp, but his fingers held your wrist tighter than you imagined, gripping it stronger with your every try to free yourself.
"Don't leave me. They can manage on their own, they have a gun, you don't have anything, I can't have something happen to you. I need you." He almost begged you, not wanting to let you go. You had never seen him like this, so you were frozen for couple of minutes.
"Nick... Are you sure you're alright?
"Yes, I am, I... Don't leave me, please." He pulled you closer to himself, hugging you tightly by your waist, locking you in his arms and not intending to let you go in near future.
"Nick..." Your heart clenched at the sound of his desperate voice and clinging moment. "I'm here. I just... Shit, I don't know who or what is out there. I don't want it to get to the others. Or to us while we are here alone. Our strengths are in numbers."
"I can protect you." He retorted, his face buried in your stomach. You put fingers through his hair, caressing his head.
"You are wounded, love. You need rest and help. Not to protect me." Nick glanced up at you, his eyes almost glistening in darkness.
"I am fine. And I can and I will protect you, I promise." He insisted, moving his hands lower, on your hips. You stumbled a bit from the pressure, clutching his shoulders in response to stabilize yourself.
"Nick, I got it. I'm not going anywhere, I won't leave you, you can let go of me." You smiled a bit nervously, when you noticed his eyes never wavered from your face, nor did his hands moved away from your hips.
"I know. I just can't possibly let you go." The boy whispered, tugging you to himself, so you would sit on his laps. You blushed, looking down at him in surprise.
"Nick, come on. You are wounded, we... Can be in danger. We can't do that now..." He shook his head, stubbornly reaching forward to kiss your jaw.
"I said. I will protect you." He sounded almost angry at your stubbornness, emphasizing every word. But when you took the moment to gather your thoughts, Nick just flipped you over, quickly changing the pose and looming over you on the bed.
Your breath caught up in your throat, when Nick kissed you hungrily, not losing any time. He positioned himself between your legs, and while you had been... Intimate with each other more or less before, this quick and almost aggressive pace was something new. You felt his arousal through his jeans and sensed the tension in his shoulders, as he desperately clutched your hips.
"Nick." You moaned, as soon as he pulled away from your lips. The boy moved to your neck, leaving hickeys on it. You closed your eyes, as you tried to catch your breath. "Fuck, Nick, wait..."
"Mine." He groaned, tugging at your shirt. You almost heard the sound of a ripping fabric, and you decided that it's better to wear your shirt, rather than looking for a new one here in the darkness in an unknown house, so you quickly raised your hands, letting him take it off of you.
You breathed out harshly, feeling Nick's lips on your neck. As he slowly lowered his affection on his body, you trembled. You didn't expect such passion from him, that just overcame him in an instant, seemingly out of nowhere. You put your hands in his hair, tugging at thr strands.
"Nick..." His hands were working on the zipper of your shorts, him clearly not listening to you. He pulled them down, throwing the clothes away, after that taking off his own shirt in sharp moves. "Wait... Your wound." You furrowed your brows, when you couldn't notice the traces of the bite of this strange animal on his body.
"To hell with it!" Nick retorted instantly, pressing himself into your body again. He was almost burning up, his skin was hot and you hissed. He must have had a fever. You tried again.
"Nick, wait, why are you so... Fast and pressing? I'm not going anywhere, I'm..."
"Mine. You are mine." The boy hissed, leaving feverish kisses on your skin. "You can't even imagine how you make me feel. Your voice. Your skin. Your smell. Your touch. Your kiss. I'm obsessed over you. What have you done with me?" He whispered almost panting, not stopping even for a moment, as he gripped your thighs.
"I... Fuck... Nothing." You breathed out, clutching his shoulders, giving in to him completely. He was too persistent, too hot to think about something else, was it danger or your friends. You wrapped your legs around his waist, and he groaned, pressing his arousal into you.
"I will make you completely mine." He whispered, going down on you. You whimpered, covering your mouth with your hand, furrowing your brows. In response, Nick left a bite on your thigh. "I want to hear you, don't hide from me. I want everyone to hear how I make you feel."
"You've gone mad." You breathed out, looking down at Nick. You could swear that his eyes were glowing, but you weren't able to oppose it much longer. Not when he covered your sex with his mouth. "But I like it..." You moaned, closing your eyes and throwing back your head.
You put your fingers through his hair again, tugging and pulling at it, while he quite literally devoured you. He was never that eager and passionate about you. It was a whole new experience. You couldn't help but moan, losing yourself in your feelings. Nick worked fast on bringing your first orgasm, and you, overcome with tension, emotions and fear, just let yourself go. But the boy never stopped, pressing himself only more to your core.
No matter your pleas for a minute rest at least, he never stopped. The noises in the room were overwhelming, Nick seemingly enjoyed it more than he ever could apparently, his determination was astonishing and mind-blowing.
Suddenly he growled almost animal-like, his iron grip on your hips becoming tighter. You hissed from sudden discomfort mixing with your pleasure, not understanding why he suddenly became more aggressive.
"... Y/n?! Nick?!" You heard screams from the street. The guys caught up to you, and apparently it stressed out Nick to this point.
"Mine..." He groaned, his nails digging in your thighs. You whimpered and tugged him on his hair, upper, closer to you. At the same time you wrapped your fingers around his cock, trying to ease him into his own climax.
Nick growled at the touch, his grip on your thighs becoming unbearable, as he slips hand over your sex, to get you to that high. You bit through your lip, feeling metal taste.
"Mine!" He kissed you, hungrily licking at your wounded lip. His fingers worked faster, coaxing another orgasm out of you, as you crushed down in his hands. He followed you in couple of seconds, staining you with his seed.
You didn't hear, feel or see anything for several minutes straight. Pain in your body, which was mixed with the pleasure, overwhelmed you as well as your emotions of fear, lust and love. As you were coming down from your high, you heard Nick's nervous voice.
"Oh hell, oh shit, fuckfuckfuck, Y/N, I'm sorry." You opened your eyes to see frantic Nick, looking at you, seemingly frustrated at something. You lazily reached out to him, taking his hand in yours.
"Hey, what are sorry for?" You smiled lightly, looking at him tiredly. He licked his lips, gripping your fingers.
"I hurt you. There... There are bruises! Scratches! Blood... You are almost unconscious, I..."
"Nick... You made me cum. Two timeS in a row. I'm fine with little bruising." You blurted out shamelessly with almost drunk smile. His grip tightened up for a second, but he mirrored your smile.
"Nick! Y/N!" Amy's voice sounded really close, as you glanced at the door. They came really close to you.
"Shit..." You winced, when you tried to sit down. Nick furrowed his brows, as if fighting with pain, his eyes glancing over you. "Nick, give me my shorts."
"You will leave me?" He asked you, clearly unbelieving your words. You sighed, losing last crumbles of understanding about what was going on with him.
"I don't want them to see me like this. And I bet you don't want them to see me naked either." You explained quietly. Nick nodded and stood up, going straight to your shorts. You barely could see anything in the darkness, but the boy navigated his way pretty well on his own, you noted.
When he returned to you, you put on the shorts he gave you and reached for the shirt, wincing from the pain. When you stood up, you felt blood from the deep scratches Nick left on your thighs. Shit, he was honest, it must have looked awful. It felt like it. The boy watched you with pained expression on his face.
Suddenly he stood up and take his shirt off, keeping only tank top on his body. He hugged you and wrapped the piece of clothes around your waist, tying its long sleeves, so your hips would be covered.
"I'm sorry." He whispered again. But before you could say anything or move to the door, he looked at your face with that strange fire in his eyes, that was almost menacing. His voice dropped a tone "If they even dare to look at you strangely, I will kill them, take you away and devour you whole."
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She’s My Collar
Nick x Cis Fem!Reader
Rquest: so the scenario i was thinking was of our pretty boy Nick <33 and he is a bit insecure/jealous because we’ve been hanging out too much w Ryan sauurrr he’s bratty and super clingy so we just kinda ride him to calm him down😭 i feel like he gets real whiny in sub space too… but idk could just be me💔 i hope this was easy to understand and ty in advance lovely!!! 💗💗💓
Warnings: collar use, cowgirl, brat!Nick, creampie, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) MINORS DNI!!
AN: I hope the use of a collar is okay. It wasn’t in the request but I’ve been DYING to write Nick with a collar. But I hope it’s to your liking!
He wouldn’t even make eye contact with you, but kept very very close. His hand constantly on your thigh as you watch a movie with Ryan. His words were short and to the point. Not at all like your usual Nick. He was always chipper and making jokes with Ryan. But today was different. His eyes are glinting with a challenge. Whenever you would walk off to go do something, Nick was always there. Attached to your hip all day as you try to hang out with your mutual friend. His pout only getting bigger the more you suggest he be with Ryan instead of with you. If looks could kill, you’re sure you and Ryan would’ve dropped dead. Nick was staring daggers into you as you talk to Ryan about the movie you suggested.
Nick is antsy on the couch with you and Ryan. His knee bouncing anxiously as he tried to keep his eyes on the movie. He lets out a high pitched whine.
“What’s wrong, baby,” you whisper over to him. He didn’t respond once again. You were getting frustrated with his silent tantrum. “Okay, you wanna be a brat. I’ll take care of you when we get home.” You decide to give him his space, shirking to yourself as you finish up the movie.
You grin his face in between your fingers, forcing him to look up at you, “Don’t you ever embarrass me like that again, ya hear me? If you’re needy, use your words. Don’t just sit and pout around like that.” Nicks’s pout hadn’t disappeared after his scolding. If anything, it was more like a scowl than a pout. You take a deep breath, shaking off your irritation, “fine. You wanna be a brat, that’s fine by me.” You turn your back to him and walk towards your shared closet. Crouching down to grab a locked box, Nick new better not to pry or ask questions. “I was gonna wait until your birthday to give you this, but I guess I’ll have to use it beforehand.” With a simple flick of your wrist, you open the box. Inside was a black leather collar with a silver dangling O-ring for the lead. The leather wasn’t cheap my any means. You know how sensitive his skin can get. Nick takes a moment to rub the material between his fingers. Eyes becoming glossy and relaxing. There he is. The docile little puppy you love.
You prop your foot onto the bed in between his legs. He leans his head down to allow you access to the back of his neck. He places kisses against your inner calf, slowly making his way up your inner thigh. Once the collar is clasped and the leash is attached, he looks up at you with those same relaxed, brown eyes.
You wrap the leash around your hand once, pulling the boy back into your soft mound. “I didn’t say you could stop, baby.” He nudges his nose against your clothed pussy. Never breaking eye contact with you. He kisses a bit more, now using his tongue with his open-mouthed kisses. His fingers gently caress up your thighs, hooking his fingers into the sides of your panties, “m-may I?”
“Of course baby. Good job using your manners,” the praise goes straight down to his already aching tent. He leans his head on the thigh that is still perched up on the end he of the bed. He lets out a noise that could only be described as pure excitement. Upon pulling down your panties, your slick juices created a string between the garnet and your wet folds. He had begun salivating, but he has to be good if he wants to get back on your good side.
“Lie down, pretty boy,” you give him time to remove his clothing before he shuffles back against the headboard. You follow him as you discard your dress along with him. You trail kisses along his thighs. Leaving nips and bites around his hips and lower stomach. Giving him attention everywhere except where he needed it the most. He’s certainly riled up, the cute thing, fidgeting and squirming under your touch, but not daring to do anything without your permission. You leave one gentle kiss along the shell of his ear, with a quiet “good puppy.”
Nick swallows thickly at the sight of your slick folds. He could already taste how sweet they were. You hover over his face, pulling on the leash to get his attention. “P-please. Can I?” You smirk down at him, pretending to think, “hmmm I dunno. You think you deserve it with how you were being towards me today?” A heat flashes across his neck, ears, and chest. He’s so cute when he’s embarrassed. Nonetheless, he should be. He wasn’t being very nice today. “N-no,” he averts your heated gaze this time. Looking anywhere but at you. “I’m sorry, I sho-“ you quickly pull his face into your pussy as you sit down. Placing your hands on the headboard to steady yourself. His large hands shoot up to your hips, gripping and clawing as her laps and sucks at your cunt. He moans at how you taste. Always such a treat for him. He reaches up with one long arm and massages one of your breasts. Kneading and pulling at your nipple as he devours you. He causes your hips to buck at a certain suck on your clit. You let out a string of curses as you rock your hips back and forth, pulling and tugging on his hair as he eagerly sucks. Covering his face in your juices. Before your orgasm could take over, you sat back up.
You weren’t sure how much more you could take yourself. Of course you needed to give him what he needed. You move your way down to sit on his lower stomach. The veins in his neglected length were prominent, so red and angry. You almost took pity on him. The tip was leaking sticky precum on his belly. Coating his trail on hair from his belly button to his pelvis in clear liquid. You sit down against his cock. “Watch me,” you slide your wet pussy against his cock. Giving him a bit of the well needed friction he needed the whole time. You rubbed your clit against his throbbing cock, denying your own orgasm to prolong the torment. Your thick thighs trapped him in place. They were so soft and aided in rubbing against his cock. You braced yourself with one hand on his chest. Both of his hands returning to your hips. Nick moans at the lewd sounds your body’s made rubbing against each other.
His long hair is sticking to the sweat on his forehead. His breaths become labored, letting you know that he was cumming soon. “Awweee baby. You gonna cum, already? Tsk tsk. What a shame, and I haven’t even fucked you yet,” he nods frantically. More of his precum pooling just above your clit. His hands grip your hips tighter. His nails cutting crescents into your soft flesh. “Hold it, baby. You better not cum until I say you can.” With one swift slam, you finally sheath his cock. Nick throws his head back in ecstasy, letting out a erotic howl. You sit back on the palms of your hands as you keep a steady pace. His breath hitching every now and then as he tries to hold back his orgasm. You smirk down at him, your pace relentless. The echoing of whimpers and moans and skin was all that was heard throughout the room.
“That’s my good boy. you’re such a good boy for me. So pretty in your collar. Is this what you needed baby?” Nick hides his flushed cheeks into the pillow next to him, soft gasps and grunts hot on his lips as your warm walls squeeze him impossibly tight. “Use your words baby.” He can’t muster anything at the moment between his moans and pants. You tug on his leash again, “words baby. Or I’ll stop and leave you here.”
“c-can’t hold it. Please let me cum.”
“You may cum, baby,” you lean forward and place your hand on the headboard once again. Riding and milking him for everything he’s worth. “Cum for me. Cum inside,” the encouragement was all that was needed for Nick’s release. All of his brattiness melting off of him as his cum painted your velvet walls. You rubbed you clit as he came. Following soon after. Your fluttering cunt made his give an overstimulated hiss as you fluttered around his cock. You straddle his lap for a moment, not yet pulling off of his cock. You lean down to give him kisses along his cheek. Making sure to stop at his pretty beauty mark below his lips.
You leave for just a moment to grab a towel for him. He sits on the end he of the bed waiting patiently for you to return. Nick whines in protest at the thought of you leaving him alone in the bed, but you kiss his cheek. Reassuring him that you would return. You return with a warm towel and a cup of cold water for him to drink. He hisses as you take the collar off of him. Your pulling on it left a visible bruise on his neck. After pulling the ointment from your bedside drawer, you apply some to his skin. His eyes are low as you tend to his bruising. His thumb runs tiny circles into your hips. Massaging your bruises that he left, now. “I’m sorry,” he mumbles under his breath as he circles his arms around your waist. He nuzzled his face into your stomach, causing you to giggle a bit. “About the bruises, or for being a brat?” He groans at the question, “both.” You smile lovingly and kiss to the crown of his head, “it’s okay baby.“
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omg ur headcanons for dylan was literally so cute, can i request boyfriend headcanons for nick please? thank u sm!!
NICK BOYFRIEND HEADCANONS
- more fluff headcanons!! requests are still open ;)
a/n - thank you for requesting :D i hope this is what you’re looking for <3 and sorry i clown on him a bit T-T he's fun to make headcanons for
- Nick is absolutely infatuated with you and it shows in how he takes interest in your hobbies. He might not be good at them, but he’ll try his best for you.
- he’s a sucker for hiking dates and really anything to do with the outdoors, but he is horrified by centipedes. Whenever he sees them he jumps and stumbles back a few paces, grabbing onto your arm for stability
- literally the most caring man on planet earth. When you’re sick he’ll drop almost everything to take care of you. He is a bit worried about catching your illness though
- he's surprisingly jumpy and screams like a little girl whenever you shock him, meaning surprise parties are always fun. However, he will ignore you if you do it too much, so use your power sparingly
- he might seem like the typical quiet sleeper, and he is for the most part, but sometimes you wake up and he's half hanging off the bed snoring like a lawnmower
- he genuinely despises any man that gets within six feet of you. He is passive aggressive in the worst way, so you always know when he's jealous
- he adores baby animals and will send you each and every baby animal video he ever sees
- Nick spends FOREVER getting ready. Thirty minutes trying on clothes, an hour freshening up, an hour to prepare food and eat, and another thirty minutes dedicated solely to his hair. You have to beg him to leave the house before he even steps foot outside. You're honestly surprised at this habit because he seems like the type of guy who could roll out of bed and be fresh as a daisy
- he's a total video game tryhard and never just lets you win. He also shoves his victories in your face the minute you get one up on him. He's a hell of a sore loser
- he says the most foul jokes when you're least expecting it. It goes from "who's the hottest in the room? You, of course!" to "what is Moby Dick's dad's name? Papa Boner ;)" in two seconds flat
- his main love language is touch even though he dabbles in everything else from time to time. He loves the subtleties of holding hands, a kiss on the cheek, and cuddling while watching a movie
Reblogs are greatly appreciated!!
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dance with me | nick furcillo
requested: yes (by anon)
a/n: here u go anon! hope you enjoy it ♡ feedback is always appreciated :))
summary: you and nick dance in the rain <3
pairing: nick furcillo x gen!reader
word count: 832
It was late. The sound of light, relaxed chatter filled the air, the fire in the middle of the circle crackling. While you'd all been talking, you'd eventually ended up slumping against Nick, your head on his shoulder while he tried his very best to keep it together.
Jacob nudged him, gesturing to you while raising his eyebrows suggestively.
"Oh shut up..." Nick hissed quietly, feeling you adjust on his shoulder before sitting up slowly. Damn, you were awake.
"What happened?" You said groggily, rubbing your eyes as they adjusted.
"Nothing," Nick said quickly. "You can go back to sleep, I don't mind,"
"Nah, kinda feel like I'm missing the action," you replied. Nick bit his lip in slight disappointment.
"Wow, look who's awake! You two were looking pretty cosy over there," Emma said slyly.
You rolled your eyes, reaching down to take a swig of your drink. "I dunno, there's just something about the fire that's making me sleepy..." you yawned.
You didn't notice the adoring look Nick gave you while you rubbed your sleepy eyes once more. With a small smile on his lips, all he could think was that you were fricking adorable.
For a while, the 8 of you sat there enjoying the warmth of the fire and the company of each other. You felt fuzzy, the mellow atmosphere enhanced by the golden hue that projected onto your surroundings. And it was made even better by being with Nick.
You would definitely consider him your closest friend here at camp. You felt as though you could trust him with anything, even if you'd only known him for a few months. He just had an effect on you like no other had and it honestly made you terrified to lose him. Knowing that you'd be leaving camp in a week or so, you were trying to make the best of every moment you spent with him; helping him in the kitchen, recruiting him for your sessions with the kids, whenever you could you'd be with him.
A drop of something wet hit your bare arm. You looked up, confused. You spread your hands out wide, feeling the drops of rain start to come down faster.
"No!" Abi jumped up to grab her sketchbook before sprinting off into the cover of the trees. Most of the others followed her lead, scrambling to seize their stuff. Soon, everyone was huddled together under the trees. Everyone except you and Nick.
You stood up. You looked out onto the lake, watching the rain drops bounce off its surface. It was coming down hard now, soaking your clothes and melding them to your body.
You heard Nick call your name. "We should get under cover! C'mon-" He reached out to take your arm but you moved further, away from the smouldering fire and down to the bank by the lake. It was entrancing. The moon behind the clouds, barely visible, while the sky poured down at you.
You turned to face Nick.
"You're getting soaked, let's go to the oth-"
"Come dance with me."
Nick blinked. He looked at you, his eyebrows furrowed. "What?"
You looked down at the ground, shyly. "Well... I've always wanted to dance in the rain. Especially with someone I care about." You glanced back up at him, taking in his sopping appearance. "So... won't you dance with me?"
He definitely couldn't say no to that. Taking a few steps forward, you met in the middle. And you started to dance. It's clumsy and awkward, but god it felt good. Your clothes felt heavy as you twirled, the mud beneath your feet slippery. It was cold. But when you looked at Nick, waving his limbs around like a child first learning to dance, you felt so, so warm. You looked into his eyes and took his hands in yours, pulling him close to go round and round in circles. The smile on his face was magical, even in the dark. His hair was plastered to his forehead and yet he still managed to look good. As you took in the sight of him, you muttered something.
"What?" Nick said loudly, trying to speak over the torrential weather.
"I... I really like you."
Nick stopped in his tracks, looking at you with wide eyes. "You- you like me?"
You smiled at him. "Wasn't it obvious?"
He blushed. Maybe he was a bit oblivious. "Well.. I really like you too."
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authors note;; hii ! I heard about this game sooo long before it came out and im SO happy its getting hyped. i love nick, he's mine by the way.
pairing; nick furcillo x reader
pronouns; she/her reader
warnings; moma witch, haven't checked for grammar mistakes.
summer had been a long two months with nothing but insecurities and jealousy on nick's end. watching y/n spending so much time with someone like jacob really got his eyes rolling. were they flirting? were they friends? there is literally no way of telling.
i mean, of course jacob has his obsession with his want-it-to-be-more-summer-fling, but y/n is absolutely stunning. the prettiest girl at Hacketts quarry - if not the entire world. she is also so, so, very kind ... to nick, especially. is she just being friendly?
jacob has the great idea to steal the rotor arm to the car they were supposed to leave in. he told y/n he would do it to get more time with Emma. or, well, he didn't say that specifically ... but it's true. that is what he wanted.
"jacob, thats ridiculous. you seriously think one more night will make her change her mind about you?"
"hey, you never know. will she be able to resist all of this-?" he said as he (palms up) put both his hands to the side of his chest before lowering them at a steady pace (hopefully you understand what im describing. if not, try it and youll understand).
"- hell no. no chance."
y/n let out a chuckle at his gestures, putting her hand up to make him stop. while doing this, she shook her head and looked down - this only lasted for a couple of quick seconds.
"whatever you say, champ."
over the summer, y/n and jacob had grown incredibly close. jacob did and said so many cringe things that would normaly give her the ick completely - but he was such a sweetheart .. pretty funny, too. you see, when someone you grow to enjoy the company of continuously does cringey stuff - it turns funny, in a way? charming, maybe? but she could never see him as more than a friend.
"don't you shame me for my summer desires,"
"summer?" y/n interrupted, along with a chuckle.
"because i know you, l/n. you've got that thing for nick, and you know you wouldn't hate another night with the guy." he didn't care about her interruptions or her jokes. he knew he could make emma see and understand what he is: boyfriend material.
"i've got no such thing. for anyone."
"oh, but you definitely do." he said, pulling the rotor arm.
"shut up. focus on that rotor arm of yours."
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later, the group was sitting around the fire, ready to play truth or dare. ryan didn't even want to be out here - he told the group multiple times that the way to have a party would be to listen to Mr. H and stay inside. it was a full moon too, and they should be (at least a little) scared after all the stories he has told - which includes the full moon.
the game was boring for a few rounds, before someone decided to spice it up. it was first done by a dare from emma, asking ryan to kiss either dylan or kaitlyn. it was an obvious pick on his end: dylan.
"alrighty, who should i pick.." ryan said, before he was quickly interrupted by kaitlyn, letting him know that she, along with jacob had not been picked yet.
"Kaitlyn, truth or dare?" ryan spoke, looking over at Kaitlyn. He wasn't exactly the coolest one in the group, but truth or dare can't be that hard to ace.
"Truth. Definitely truth."
"what do you want to be when you're grown up?"
"emma?"
"dare."
"you have to kiss.. jacob.. or.. nick."
emma went on to choose nick, and y/n was immediately set out. emma knew as well as the nsxt person that she was definitely interested in nick - so why would she do that? i mean, theyre not the best of friends but come on. thats just mean.
not only did she kiss nick, but she sat down on his lap and held his head. he even wrapped his arm around her. was he interested in her? emma? not y/n? jacob had said countless of times that by the end of summer, y/n would have nick nailed down like a foot trapped in a bear trap. his expressions didn't always make sense, but he tried. but he was also wrong, because nick seemed to enjoy that kiss more than jacob would.
"thank you, nick." emma said, walking backwards away from the man. y/n looked down on her feet, sitting on her hands. nick looked down too, but glanced over at her - but only for a second. he knew he had messed it up, and if there was any chance that she liked him? it was slim now. it was a good kiss, but he closed his eyes for a reason. he closed his eyes to imagine someone else sitting on his lap and holding the back of his head - thats why when he opened them again: he looked so baffled.
emma's stupid comment about how good nick was at kissing didn't help much. y/n quickly got up from her seat, walking off.
jacob got rather angry, making some comments before he walked off too.
"I guess I should probably ... go after him." emma said. "you should probably go find n/n." and without any hesitation: nick got up and walked after her.
walking around the forest alone, y/n found herself getting more and more freaked out. she thought she could hear an old womans voice saying "she took everything from me". it might've just been her imagination, seeing as how scared of the dark y/n genuinely is and how they aren't even supposed to be here ... i mean, they were told to keep inside. might it have been for a reason other than the obvious ones?
walking further down the forest path, y/n stopped. it felt like someone was watching her from the deep depths of the forest.. but maybe it wasn't so deep in? maybe whatever was watching her was closer than ever. it sure felt like that, anyway.
"something's here!"
"something's here!"
the voice repeated.
the woman sounded desperate - scared? warning?
"y/n.."
the same voice whispered.
"y/n? you out here?"
but this time, it was nick.
"Nick!"
"y/n? shout again!"
"i'm over here!"
"i'm coming!"
only seconds later, nick came walking towards her. his pace was normal, but he was a bit out of breath. not enough to notice, but it was because he had shouted multiple times before while jogging and walking.
"hey." he said, coming a bit closer.
"hello.. uh, hey." y/n only said 'hello' in situations where she found herself being awkward or the scene was somewhat awkward. this was certainly one of those.
"you uh.. you ran off."
"i didn't really run." y/n said, letting out a nervous, short chuckle. she walked a few meters off to sit down. nick followed, sitting down too. his back was faced hers, but it was right above hers. if he turned his head, he'd be looking straight at her.
"i guess the game just got a little intense." y/n continued, lookibg straight ahead. she was aware of where nick was sitting, and how looking slightly to the right would make them look at each other.
"I .." nick didn't know what to say. and even if he did, how would he ever word it right?
"Yeah .. I know what you mean."
"So.. you and emma then?"
"she just really wanted to make him jealous." he responded, looking between her and the forest. he wasn't the best at holding eyecontact when something was on his mind ... more specifically - when the person he was looking at was on his mind. he kept thinking about the kiss, and how it was y/n he visualised.
".. you think?" it was obvious emma still liked jacob deep down. why else would she go out of her way to mess with his feelings and keep him interested? unless she was just a bitch like that.
"Uh, i mean .. yeah. why the heck else would she kiss me like that?"
y/n refocused her attention onto something else and looked away. this conversation wasn't helping at all so far.
"I guess."
"i was just playing along. really."
"yeah. it was just a silly game." y/n turned her head once again, looking directly into nick's eyes.
"yeah." nick said, nodding his head slightly. you almost wouldn't even notice it unless you payed great attention.
the silence stayed for a few.
silented silent silence.
the silentness was pretty silent, but it kept on going for a little while longer.
the duo just gazed into each others eyes, before nick started closing in the space between them. he slowly moved closer and closer, tilting his head to the side - still keeping the eye contact. only a few seconds later, their lips met. there was no more eye contact, as they both closed their eyes to take in what was happening. something so long waited for, so long overdue .. but it finally happened. the voices in the woods - the feeling of being watched - it all went away in this moment. nothing mattered but their lips on each other. emma wasn't wrong: nick sure is good. and he was even better now, as he was doing it with the person he imagined doing it with.
y/n pulled away only far enough for them to look at each other. a chuckle escaped both persons lips before nick went in for it again. normally, he would be the taller one but because of how he had to use his hands to keep himself up, PLUS how y/n was sitting higher, he was a bit shorter right now - something that gave him much easier access to y/n's lips.
nick took one of his hands and placed it on y/n cheek, still kissing her.
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just played the quarry and I will need more Nick furcillo imagines cause i am in love cause shit i might need to write one 😏
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lycaon's curse
even a man who is pure at heart and says his prayers by night, may become a wolf when the wolfbane blooms, and the moon is shining bright.
given how the game did nick dirty on account of making him a basic plot-explaining tool, I'm gonna go ahead and headcanon a whole lycaon-the-first-werewolf-related greek au for him and yes, there are curses, mischief, gods and goddesses
so, some history first. lycaon, an arcadian king, is considered to be the first werewolf, and though sources differ on what exactly happened, two things are clear:
he offered zeus a meal of human flesh;
as punishment, zeus turned him into half-man, half-wolf, to show his beastly nature. supposedly, the silver aversion is a part of the whole 'you shall never eat like a man again [that is, from a silver plate], but will feast like an animal instead' thing.
some sources say initially, lycaon wanted to gain the gods' blessings in order to restore the once-prosperous land, and zeus favoured him because lycaon built him a grand temple. however, lycaon became obssessed with the idea of worshipping gods to the point of making human sacrifices and killing visitors of his land.
anyway, look at this awesome art by Sirmaril7. the turning of lycaon. i'm in awe.
so imagine young nikolaos, a descendant of the great king lycaon, unknowingly carrying the curse in him. zeus being a vindictive bitch, he curses the whole bloodline (although it's also said that lycaon bit his 50-something children, so), yet the wolf curse does not reveal itself so many generations after.
nikolaos is a soft-tempered young man, hard-working and honest, and shining. he is what's called beautiful rather than handsome. his beauty, people say, outshines the sun itself.
apollo, the god of the sun and a son of zeus (who as we remember is vindictive bitch, so), is angry with nikolaos as no one dares to be superior to a deity. having uncovered the secret of nikolaos's legacy, he tricks him the same way lycaon tried to trick zeus.
you see, nikolaos is very much in love with abigaia, a kind-hearted, flame-haired girl who loves him just as much. on the day of their wedding, apollo comes down from the sky to bless the pair, and a whole marvelous feast appears, magnificent at sight, rotten with a dark twist within. unknowongly, nikolaos eats human flesh, and the moment he does, lycaon's curse returns.
nikolaos is transformed into a brutal wolf, a creature so monstrous it wouldn't dare to even see the light of day, not to mention outshine the sun. horror-stricken, the creature runs to the wilderness to bury itself in shadows.
let's not forget about abigaia, though. for days, she wonders the woods trying to find the trail of her lost lover, yet she's never closer than the yellow gleam of his eyes, too far away from her. nikolaos is so afraid to harm his beloved, he runs further and further. he does not trust the beast and is ashamed of his own monstrosity. grieving, he howls day and night, until even magical creatures avoid his presense.
abigaia makes an offering to apollo and asks him to lift the curse, yet he is adamant. a wounded pride does not heal easily. other gods do not intervene. to them, humans are but sparks of falling stars against the vast night sky, their mortal woes too insignificant against eternal life. finally, abigaia pleads the goddesses of the moon to oppose apollo and take the curse away. artemis, the hunting goddess of the halfmoon and a twin sister to apollo, refuses her plea. hecate, the magic goddess of the dark moon and a cousin to apollo, also refuses. but selene, the goddess of the full moon, takes pity on her.
selene weaves the threads of the curse and binds them to herself, taking apollo's power in their never-ending day and night, sun and moon confrontation. she makes it that for almost thirty days, nikolaos remains human as he's always been, but when selene comes to take the sky, she takes him with her. on those nights, nikolaos is to lose all humanity and run with the moon in his beastly form. to spare him the horror, she makes him forget the night.
and so nikolaos is able to return to his beloved abigaia, and their reunion is celebrated so, that even mystical creatures of the forests and rivers join them for festivities. nikolaos's bloodline continues, and abigaia gives birth to four strong, handsome boys. and everything is well.
when the boys come of age, they join their father for a run under the moon, and when he cannot run anymore, four wolf cubs repay his eternal gratitude to selene by taking his place.
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➪the one where nick has to deal with the aftermath of what he did.
Part 1
Warnings: mentions of physical harm, post transformation nick, ending where nick is still a werewolf, ptsd, trauma, swearing, fun things
Word Count: 4.6k
Time couldn’t move any slower and this night couldn’t end any faster.
At one point, you were sure you would spend the rest of it crying, but as it went on, your tears slowed until you had nothing left to shed. Your body had seemed to have run out and it left you with aching eyes and tear stained cheeks.
Kaitlyn wrapped a long bandage around your arm and upper body that prevented you from being able to move your right arm from the elbow up. It was to ensure that your shoulder wouldn’t be further injured as the night progressed. It was annoying to have to only use your left hand, but it was also the last thing on your mind.
There was one thing that had your full attention. Well, there was one person.
Nick.
Where was he? Was he dead? Did he literally rip himself to shreds and will remain as that thing for the rest of his life?
The last question was answered by Laura, one of the missing counselors. She told you that his skin will grow back and he will be back to his normal self the following day, if he survives the night, that is.
You weren’t fond on the way she worded that last part, but she did know the most out of all of you, her own boyfriend had been through the same thing that yours was currently going through.
Morning comes with no sign of Nick. You heard he was safe and had been locked in a cage next to Jacob for most of the night after he fled from the pool shed. That in itself had put your worried and terrified thoughts at ease and allowed you to spend the rest of the night somewhat peacefully.
When you, Emma and Abi stepped out of Chris’ surveillance room the following morning, you could’ve cried at the fact that you and everyone you had grown to care so much about had survived, if your tears ever began flowing again.
The sun on your skin felt like you were finally awake from an endless nightmare, finally safe until it inevitably went away and you were left in the dark once again.
When you left the building, Kaitlyn immediately found you and checked on your injuries. Your lip was split open on the left side and your right cheekbone wore a sizable bruise that looked even worse in the sunlight.
When she declared you to be in decent shape, she moved to the side and that was when your eyes met a pair of brown ones. They looked sad and broken beyond belief, most likely matching yours. His entire persona lacked its usual light and friendly energy, and all that was replaced was the shell of a man, completely drained and shattered from the events that occurred the prior night.
He looked so different from the last time you saw him. His hair was dry, not wet from the pool, his clothes were in one piece, not like the ones shredded all over the pool house, his eyes were sad and guilty, not excited and dark.
Standing there, clad in his varsity jacket and beige pants, was Nick.
He looked at you as if you were the most fragile thing he had ever seen, and right then you felt like it.
Ryan and Dylan watched you with worried eyes as you slowly stepped forward and towards your boyfriend. You felt nervous, something you thought you’d never feel when you were around Nick, but at this point, none of your feelings towards him were positive, with the exception of relief at the fact that he was alive and okay.
When you walked up to him, you made sure to keep a few feet of distance between you. “Y/n,” he says quietly, his arms aching to reach out and hold you. He had a faint memory of what happened, and with you standing in front of him, wearing the injuries and pain he inflicted on you, it did a pretty good job at clearing up the fuzzy parts.
“Hi,” you say quickly, not knowing what else to say.
“Hi,” he says just as fast, his eyes looking all over your face, lingering on the bruise for a few seconds before he steps forward. “I’m so sorry, I-”
You close your eyes tightly at the quick step back you took, not wanting him to feel even more guilty, but you couldn’t help it. The second he moved towards you had you stepping away without meaning to, flashbacks of his tight and unrelenting grip on you from last night filling your head.
The look he gave you broke any remaining piece of your heart. He looked defeated and tired and frustrated all at once.
“I’m sorry,” you mutter and look away.
“No, no, I’m sor-” he cut himself off when he realised you couldn’t even look at him. He sighs in defeat and lets his shoulders visibly fall. “I’m sorry.”
“I’m-” you try to lighten the mood that was darkening by the second. “I’m glad you’re okay. I was worried.”
“Are…” He trailed off. “Are you okay?”
You sighed heavily. “I will be,” you say, your shaky voice adding to your words. “I just need time.”
Nick sighed, relieved that you were at least somewhat okay, and reached out to you.
“Away from you,” you add, stepping away from him again and watching as his face contorts to a pained expression. “I-I’m sorry, Nick. I know it wasn’t you who hurt me last night, but it looked like you. It’s going to take me some time to trust you and be comfortable around you again. I’m so sorry.”
Nick swallows hard and looks down at the ground. He felt as if his heart had been physically ripped out and thrown onto the dirt beneath him. How had you gone from being so in love to you being completely terrified of him in one night?
He couldn’t remember the last time he felt this empty, heartbroken and scared all at once. He could feel you slipping away from him despite you standing a mere two feet away. You and him had always had a connection that ran deeper than either of you probably even realised, and the fact that he was the reason that connection was being severed made him want to drive his fist through the nearest wall. Maybe then he’d feel even a sliver of the pain he caused you and maybe then the guilt would be more bearable.
“I understand,” he says, the words hurting him more than you could possibly know. Truly, he did. He remembered everything now and he knew he would never forgive himself, so why would you forgive him? He should’ve fought harder to stay in control. He should’ve protected you. “I’m so sorry.”
“It wasn’t you. I know that,” you say quietly. You could feel your heart breaking with every passing second, but you continued. “I want you to know that. It wasn’t you.”
It was true. Nick had proven on more than one occasion that he would never hurt you and would do everything he could to make sure you were safe. The whole reason he got bit was so you wouldn’t.
“I love you,” Nick felt his heart skip a beat at your words. You still loved him, even after everything that happened. You loved him, but didn’t trust him. “You know that.”
“I love you, too,” he replied instantly, feeling the sting of tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He looked at your bruised skin and the dried blood on your shirt and lip, his heart deflating at the sight. “I love you more than anything. I’m sorry.”
Nick wasn’t cured. He knew that. As long as he carried this curse, you wouldn’t be safe with him.
And he’d die before he let himself hurt you again.
-
As you stand outside Jacob’s new apartment, you bring your hand up to knock on the door for the third time. You knew he was home as he had told you a few days ago that he would be available to hang out with you.
That didn’t seem to be the case, though, as it’s now your fourth time knocking on the door and being met with complete silence.
You were about to turn around and come back later when you heard the familiar voice that only belonged to Jacob. “I’m coming, fucks sake,”
The door swung open to reveal Jacob in nothing but dark grey boxers. He had one hand on the door knob and the other on his head, scratching at his scalp and making his hair even more messy.
“Y/n,” he greeted you, smiling at you that only lasted a second.
“Hi,” you say back quickly, tightening your hold on your duffle bag. “Are you just getting up now?”
Jacob turns his head to the right and looks at the bright green numbers on his stove that read 12:56. “No,” it was an obvious lie but it had your brows raising and lips turning upwards. “What’s up?”
“Are you still looking for a roommate?” You ask and play with your fingers, a hopeful look on your face. “I know having a girl as a roommate is probably the lamest thing ever, but I swear, if I have to see my parent’s looks of pity one more time I will stab my eyes out with a fork.”
Jacob laughed, his hand dropping to his side as he shook his head. “It’s that bad, huh?”
“You have no idea,”
He nodded, his eyes squinting at the harsh sunlight that was flooding his vision. “Maybe not,”
“If it’s too much trouble or anything like that, Kaitlyn said I could crash at her house until I find a place of my own,” you trail off. “But, if you let me stay, I could help you pay rent and cook dinners. Nick taught me a lot at summer camp.”
Jacob looked surprised for a second before he tried and failed to cover up his shocked expression with a nonchalant nod.
But you saw right through him. “What?”
“Nothing,” he shrugged, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe. “You mentioned Nick, is all.”
At this, your own face contorted into a surprised expression. “Oh,” you say quietly. “Yeah, I did.”
You hadn’t meant to say his name, let alone allow the thoughts of him to take over your mind like they were now doing. The truth was, you missed Nick more than anything. He was your rock for nearly a year and to go from seeing him everyday to avoiding him like the plague was hard.
You weren’t fully healed from his wounds yet. Physically, you recovered, but you still saw his glowing yellow eyes and his dark, wicked grin every time you fell asleep. It was like a never ending nightmare where you were scared of him, but at the same time all you wanted was to feel safe with him again.
Silence falls over the two of you, both of you looking at the ground before Jacob gives you a genuine look of concern. “Have you talked to him lately?”
“No,” you answer almost immediately. “Have you?”
“When he actually answers the phone,” Jacob muttered, shaking his head. “Yeah.”
The silence returns and you start to fiddle with the strap of your bag. “Um, I can find somewhere else to stay,” you break the quietness with your equally quiet voice. “I don’t want to impose.”
Jacob stands up straight. “No,” he says. “It’s fine. I’d rather have you living with me than some random guy.” He took your bag from you, slinging it over his own shoulders.
“Really?”
“Of course,” he smiles at you. “Is this all you have?”
You nod. “Yeah. I kinda threw a bunch of stuff out when I got home from camp,” you mumble. “Bad memories.”
“I get it,” he stepped back, extending his arm out to you. “Well, until you get settled, everything that’s mine is yours.”
You take his hand and allow him to tug you into his apartment. “Thanks, Jacob. Seriously,” you squeeze his hand. “I’d hug you but it might be awkward considering you’re almost naked.”
“Right,” he trailed off. “I’m going to put your bag in your room and quickly get dressed. We’ll go out and spend the rest of the day together to celebrate you moving in.”
“Sounds perfect,” you say and he grins at you, walking in the direction of the bedrooms and disappearing into his room.
As you looked around the boyish apartment, you couldn’t help but feel bittersweet. Sweet, because you weren’t alone anymore and were now living with a close friend, and bitter because you always thought that you’d be living with Nick once you moved out of your parents house.
You and Nick had talked many times about it, both of you agreeing that you should try and find a place together once you returned home from camp. Since the moment you met him, you always imagined that it would be Nick who would be your first roommate, while also being your boyfriend.
Now, it was clear that he would not be your first roommate, and if you were being honest, you weren’t sure if you were even still together at this point. For all you knew, you were on an unofficial break.
It had been just over a month since you last spoke to him at camp. You saw him around town many times, each time you felt your heart pulling further and further away from your body and closer to the brown haired boy who was far too amazing to be so broken.
You missed him, but you weren’t ready to face him.
-
“You’re going to have to sleep on the couch until your bed arrives,” Jacob says as he holds the door to the furniture store open for you. “Is that okay?”
“Of course,” you say and walk next to him down the busy sidewalk. “I’m just glad I have somewhere to stay.”
“You have somewhere to call home, Y/n,” Jacob says, smiling at you as you stop walking. “I just have to tell the landlord that I found a roommate and we’ll be good to go.”
He looks to the side and you notice the sudden change in his expression almost immediately. He was looking at something, or someone, with the same look Nick used to give you.
You quickly rid the thoughts of him and look at whatever caught Jacob’s attention and see a blonde girl with hazel eyes looking at him. She brings her hand up in a shy wave, her cheeks turning a light pink when he returns it.
“Who’s that?” You tease, nudging his side with your elbow.
“Huh?” He quickly turns to look at you. “Oh her? Um, that’s Mikaela. I’ve seen her around a few times now.”
“You’re into her,” you say and watch as his face turns red, shaking his head when you nod. “You so are.”
“I might be into her,” he says nonchalantly.
“So go talk to her,”
“What?”
You laugh at how quickly he said it, putting your hand on his arm and gently pushing him in her direction. “Go talk to her. Ask her to hang out for a bit,”
“But I’m hanging out with you,” he looked conflicted but you made the decision for him as you backed away.
“We live together now, we can hang out literally everyday,” you point out as he looks at you, then Mikaela, then back at you. “Go, Jacob, it’s fine. I’m just going to buy a couple personal things, anyway. I really don’t think you want to be there for that.”
“That I probably don’t,” he trailed off. “Okay. I’ll catch up with you later.”
“Okay,” he grabs your wrist before you could fully turn around.
“Thanks, Y/n,”
“Don’t thank me yet,” you answer, giving him a teasing smile. “You don’t know how you two get along yet. Thank me later.”
“Okay,” he says and nods, turning around and making his way to the blonde girl. “I’ll see you at home.”
Home.
Your heart fluttered at the sound of that word. You still couldn’t believe he actually wanted you to move in with him. Jacob had been your friend for a few months prior to you being a counselor with him at Hackett’s Quarry, but it was during camp that you and him really bonded.
He and Nick were like your two bodyguards the entire time, constantly helping you out, even with the easiest of tasks, but you were grateful nonetheless.
“Okay,” your voice was quiet and you were sure he didn’t hear you as he walked up to Mikaela and almost immediately started a conversation with her.
You watched as she laughed at whatever he said, her hand coming up to rest on his arm.
Without meaning to, your mind thinks back to all the times your own hand was placed on Nick’s arm as he joked with you. His jokes were rarely funny, but it was the way he said them that made you laugh every single time.
You missed him.
You tear your eyes away from Jacob and turn around. Almost instantly you collide with someone and you would’ve lost your balance had their hands not reached out and held onto your arms.
“I’m sorry,” the all too familiar Australian accent you adored was all you heard before you quickly looked up. Your eyes widened at the sight of Nick, your heart skipping a beat when his eyes meet yours. “Y/n.”
“Nick,” you say back. Silence falls upon the two of you as his eyes stay locked on you while yours look down at his hands.
They were still holding your arms, the first physical touch you and him have had since the night he threw you against the wall of the pool shed.
He noticed your stare and immediately dropped his hands, taking a step away from you. “I’m sorry,”
You shake your head at his panicked tone. “It’s okay,” you answer honestly. “How have you been?”
Nick looked surprised that you had started a conversation but he also wasn’t about to miss the opportunity to talk to you again. “I’m okay,” he said. “I’ve been missing my girlfriend.”
His words hurt your heart more than he probably knew and you look down, nodding once. “Yeah,” at least this was confirmation that you were still together, just not together. “I miss you too.”
“Then come back to me,” he said almost desperately.
“It’s not that simple,”
“Why not?” He sighed, frustration getting the better of him. “Why can’t we just go back to being us? Fuck, it kills me to not see you everyday. I miss talking to you and being with you, I miss you.”
“I miss you, too, Nick,” you mumble. “It’s just t- this is too much for me right now. I’m sorry.”
You walk around him and quickly make your way down the sidewalk. Nick refrained from reaching out to you to continue talking about it. He knew that if he were to grab you without warning, your mind would no doubt go back to that night. So, he just turned and watched as you walked away from him, taking his heart with you as you disappeared from his sight.
-
It had been two weeks since you last spoke to Nick, and two weeks since you moved in with Jacob. It was different than what you expected it to be. Jacob was a lot messier than you thought, though he tried to keep his messes out of the communal areas of the apartment and more in his room and the bathroom.
You didn’t mind much, he was a boy and it wasn’t unusual for them to be messy. You couldn’t remember how many times Nick invited you over and you spent most of your time tidying his room than actually hanging out with him.
Nick enters your mind once more and you’re beginning to become annoyed at the fact that everything in your life seemed to remind you of him.
It was Friday evening and you had been home alone for the majority of the day. Jacob greeted you in the morning before he left for work and once he returned home later in the day, he was in the shower and out the door again. He had been so excited all week about tonight. It was the night he and Mikaela would be going on their first official date and he would not shut up about it.
It warmed your heart to see your close friend be so happy about a potential lover. But, like everything in your life, it came with a price.
While Jacob was rarely home and spending time with his soon to be girlfriend, you were left alone with your cruel thoughts. You had hoped that you’d feel less miserable when you moved in. Jacob was the funniest guy you knew and he made you laugh countless times over the summer, and you did laugh now, but not as much as you thought you would.
The sound of thunder broke you from your thoughts and you were brought back to reality. It was pouring outside and it made the already dark sky even darker.
You refused to spend another Friday night sad, so you reached over and grabbed your phone, planning on ordering a pizza. Just as another round of thunder struck, the sound of rapid knocks filled the empty apartment. You jumped and accidentally dropped your phone. You sighed as you watched it fall in between the cushions and onto the floor under the couch.
Deciding to worry about it later, you make your way to the door when you hear the knocking continue. Without looking to see who it was, you swing open the door. “Back already, huh-” you immediately cut yourself off when you see an all too familiar person staring back at you. “Nick.”
Standing there, completely soaked was Nick.
Your mind goes back to the last time you saw him like this.
It was time to forget about that night. It wasn’t him.
“What are you doing here?” You ask, stepping away from the doorframe once you feel the raindrops fall onto your sock-covered feet. “Did you run all the way here?”
“I walked,” he said, his arms wrapping around himself. “But yes.”
“Oh my God,” you muttered, your hand reaching out and twisting in his grey shirt, pulling him into the apartment before you could even realise what you were doing. He closed the door and leaned against it while you stood there, playing with your fingers. “Are you cold?”
Nick shook his head and you were left to stand in silence.
Attempting to break the awkward tension, you spoke up as you turned to face the hallway. “I’ll get you a towel-”
“Y/n,” his voice stopped you in your tracks. He sounded so broken and completely worn out. And if you were being honest, he didn’t look much better.
He was slimmer now, as if he had hardly been eating, his eyes were tired and red, purple marks prominent underneath them due to lack of sleep. He looked how you felt.
“What,” you say but it wasn’t a question. Nick just looked at you, making no move to approach you and you felt the tension coming back. “Why did you come here, Nick?”
His response was instant. “I needed to see you,”
“Why?”
“Because I love you,”
You closed your eyes at the three words that held so much emotion, biting the inside of your cheek to keep calm. “Two weeks ago,” you started, keeping your eyes anywhere but on him. “When you touched me…I was brought back to that night. That was the last memory I had of you touching me.”
Nick’s heart dropped at the realisation that you had been dealing with a lot more things than he had, and he dropped his head to stare at the floor. Not only did he put his hands on you in a way that caused you physical pain, but he gave you trauma because of it. He felt sick and beyond angry at himself.
“But two weeks ago, I wasn’t scared like I was that night,” you continue, making Nick’s head snap up, his eyes on you. “And I’m not scared now.”
Nick felt his heart inflate with a sliver of hope.
“I should be, but I’m not,”
“I love you,” Nick said, not knowing what else to say as you were finally beginning to let him in again.
“I love you, too,”
Nick’s heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest. He remembers in vivid detail the last time you told him that, the morning after he scarred you. You said it with such a distant expression, and back then he knew where it was leading to. But now, you look so much different.
He wasn’t sure where it was heading this time, but his hopeful heart was burning with a desperate need for you to be in his life again. That much he knew.
“I swear to you,” he said, standing up straight but not moving towards you. He’d be damned if he moved too fast in such a fragile environment. “I will never, ever hurt you again. It’s been complete hell since you….said you needed time away from me. I’ve never felt this miserable in my entire life. Fuck, we were so happy, and I hate the fact that I’m the reason we’re not anymore.”
You shook your head, opening your mouth to speak but Nick cut you off.
“No, it’s all my fault. I hurt you in more ways than one, and I will never forgive myself for it,” Nick mumbled, watching as the water drops from his hair hit the mat below him. “I don’t blame you if you can’t either. It’s unforgivable.”
“Nick,” you say quietly. “I forgive you.”
It felt as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders at your words, his brow twitching as he held himself back from going over to you.
“I’m sorry, too,” was all you said before you began to walk towards him. Nick couldn’t help himself as he met you halfway, his hands lifting upwards to ghost over the sides of your face. He wouldn’t let himself touch you until you let him know that it was okay. Your hands gripped his wrists as you allowed him to caress either side of your face. “I’m sorry for not saying this sooner.”
Nick shook his head quickly, his cold hands making goosebumps appear on your skin. “You have nothing to be sorry about,” he mumbled, pressing his forehead against yours. “Ever. You hear me?”
You nod, closing your eyes and inching your mouth towards his. “I love you,” you murmur, closing the remaining space between the two of you. Your lips against his felt like coming home again after so long. It felt right and you wondered how you went so long without it.
“I love you so much,” he said against your mouth, kissing you again as his hands moved down to hold onto your waist, his grip on you desperate. He couldn’t believe he was kissing you again after so long. It felt as if everything was finally where it should be. “I’m so sorry.”
You pulled away and held onto his shoulders, bringing him down so your head could rest in the crook of his neck. “It’s okay,”
You stayed like that for what felt like forever, holding onto one another with everything you had in you. Nick had successfully made your clothing as wet as his, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care.
You were back together and were left wondering how you spent so long without each other when it was so painstakingly obvious that you belonged together.
There was a question that neither of you had the answer to, however.
What would happen on the next full moon?
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selcouth.
request: YOU DO THE QUARRY? I IMMEDIATELY FELL IN LOVE WITH NICK, so I was thinking..Instead of nick turning, the reader turns?? I dunno, it was just a thought, btw love your writings!
*selcouth: unfamiliar, rare, strange, and yet, marvelous.
a/n: my first fic under 1k.... i wanted to add more, but honestly this felt right to me.
maybe ill make a part two one day. who knows.
word count: 988
You’d done it to protect Nick. To keep him safe.
You didn’t regret, but... it did burn like hell and the thoughts running rapid in your mind were getting harder and harder to ignore.
There was something wrong, you knew it. With you. And it had started when you’d pushed Nick out of the way of the creature (everyone called it a bear--it didn’t look like bear to you) came running at the both of you and took a rather alarmingly large bite out of your neck.
But you didn’t know how to explain what you were feeling. Didn’t know what to say without the others thinking you’re crazy--or just delirious because of the blood you’ve lost and the ordeal you’d been through.
Nick had refused to leave your side since he hauled you back to the others. You’d screamed at him to leave you, but refused and with a large smack over the head by a loose stick, Nick had managed to scoop you up in arms and sprint the other direction as fast possible. Part of you wonders, honestly, if it would’ve just been easier if Nick had just left you to die--because you were starting to feel hot all over, an unbearable, burning, itching hot that spread across your skin like wildfire.
It was becoming harder to think rationally, to control yourself and Nick standing so close to you, holding you was overwhelming. All you could smell was him, more than normal, and your mind screamed at you to do things... unimaginable to him. You wanted to never let him go, you wanted smell him, to breathe him in... you wanted to...
No. You couldn’t. You couldn’t let these thoughts win.
Fighting the tight grip Nick held on you, you grunt with effort, but found yourself surprisingly a lot stronger then you normally were and Nick’s arms fell from you without much of a choice on his end. As you stepped back, his brows furrowed in confusion, not understanding what was wrong.
“Just--! Just stay away from him!” You cry, and then curse as you register what you said. No, you don’t want him to stay away from you... you just--you just want these thoughts to stop and they were scaring you. You didn’t trust yourself not to hurt Nick if he stayed so close. That was all.
But the hurt look on his face broke your heart and the guilt that flooded you made everything more painful as you gripped at the wound on your neck with a whimper.
“Y/N,” he calls, rushing towards you.
The others are further away, sat around as they try to discuss what to do. They’re not really paying attention, at least, not at first--not until they hear Nick crying out for you.
“Please, Nick!”
You’ve slumped over, crying out in pain as you bite your lip so hard that it starts to bleed.
And of course, Nick crouches in front of you.
He smells so good.
I just want... I just want--
His hand falls on your shoulders and you dig your nails into the skin of your shoulder as you try to fight back the urge to take a bite out of his hand right then and there. Something was wrong. Terribly wrong. If that hadn’t already been obvious but.... but it felt like you weren’t yourself anymore. Like something else, something foreign was taking over your body.
“What’s the matter, Y/N?” Nick calls, voice soft with concern. “Let me help.”
You shake your head, “no, no,” you cry, before raising your head. The first thing you see is, of course, Nick, and then your eyes fall on Kaitlyn, Abigail, Dylan and Ryan stood behind him, hovering around you in concern. It breaks your heart, how concerned they all were--how desperate Nick looked to help you right now. Petrified that you’ll hurt them... petrified that you’ll hurt Nick.
“Something’s wrong,” you gasp out. “I can’t--it’s too much. Please, Nick.”
There are tears in your eyes as you stare back at him and his lips part as he realizes he has absolutely no idea how to help you. He didn’t even know what was happening to you--just that you were in pain, extreme pain and he was completely helpless in soothing you in any sort of way.
“I’m scared--! I’m scared I’m going to hurt you.”
Nick shakes his head, leaning towards you; “you could never--”
“No!” You growl, and your voice turns lower, not entirely human that shocks everyone but Nick the most as he pulls back, stunned. Blinking, you pull yourself back somewhat, sweat pouring from your forehead, tears streaming down your cheeks, pleading; “please, Nick.... get away from me! I-I can’t... it’s becoming too much!”
“--Y/N!”
You’re suddenly shoving him back with strength not possible for a human. Ryan and Dylan break his fall as they catch him, all eyes falling on you in concern and fear as you suddenly stand. It’s then Nick sees your eyes properly, the yellow in them as opposed to your normal E/C eyes. There’s something... feral in your eyes, something he can’t explain, and you’re stalking towards him, slowly.
And he knows it’s him, because your eyes won’t look away.
But then there’s a gun shot, and suddenly you’re blown back. Nick doesn’t register who shoots you, just feels his heart break as he watches the blood pour from your stomach until suddenly you’re crying out, an deepened, gurgled cry before it’s like all of your skin bursts off of your body and what’s left behind...
is something so different, so... wrong from you that it breaks Nick’s heart even more then the fact that you’d tried to hurt him.
Because as you stand there, taller, hunched over, fangs for teeth and claws for nails, he can almost see--just for a second--your warm, loving gaze staring back at him before you turn, running off without a single glance back.
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It is such a stroke of luck that now you are also into the quarry. Well, I want to ask you to write something about Nick x fem!reader (if you're not comfortable you can make gn!reader) who is chubby. One of the kids said something offensive and Nick came to calm down the reader at night when he heard that she was crying bcs of that kid.
This is my first Quarry request, and it is absolutely cute. At some point it became a little bit self-indulgent, sorry about that. Hope you will like it and ask again if anything! C:
Be safe out there and remember to take care of yourself
Nick x Chubby!Reader
What could be better than having a river in a summer camp on a sunny day? Even if everyone, including councelors should have been swimming under supervision of each other, it was a blessing. This whole camp was a beautiful blessing.
"Y/N, are you going or not?" Emma almost jumped through the door, being her usual cheerful self. You turned away from the mirror and smiled a bit.
"I am. Just adjusting swimsuit, bought it right before the trip here." You glanced at yourself one last time in the mirror. You had bought one-piece swimsuit, not daring to buy something more open because of the kids around. Emma rolled her eyes when she heard about it, as "tan isn't going to sip through the fabric, you know". But you were comfortable and still felt like it was good.
"At this point and with this speed you are going to swim at night, really." She scoffed, and you both went out, after you tugged some t-shirt over your swimsuit. You felt joyous and happy. Sunny day, warm water, you loved kids, company was great. Why worry?
"Hey, girls!" Jacob waved from the shore, seeing you both approach them. He was carrying some kid on his shoulders, the sight that made you smile a bit and shove Emma at the side.
"I can already see the child with your eyes on his shoulders." You smiled innocently, earning a groan from her.
"Don't go into that." She warned you, going to the kids, playing with something on the shore. Apparently she was going to sunbathe in her bikini and not even touch the water. You shook your head, taking your t-shirt off. You wanted to swim and fresh up a little bit. And occasionally watch over the kids. Suddenly you were hugged by the girl.
"Y/N, I want to swim, but I am afraid." Sarah, if you remembered her name correctly, said timidly, making you smile.
"Then let's go together, I can show you how to swim." You smiled, taking her by the hand. She nodded and you both carefully strolled to the water. Kaitlyn surfaced from the river and waved you over.
"Hey, little buddy, you finally got some braveness in you." Apparently this girl tried to swim earlier, but she didn't dare.
"Yes. Y/N will help me with that!" She exclaimed, immediately blushing after that. Kaitlyn smiled at that and looked at you.
"Now I am jealous, she rejected me and came to you!" She admitted. You knew she wasn't serious, but couldn't help but smile at this. While the girl hung out near you, you unbuttoned your shorts pulling them down.
"Because you are... Unreliable and Y/N is big enough to hold me!" You froze for a second from the surprise of hearing those words. There was nothing that serious, but... Big?
"I am sorry?" You asked Sarah to repeat again. Kaitlyn looked between you two, quiet amused as she forgot all about other children she watched over.
"You are big! You can hold me and I won't... Drown." The girl shrugged and looked at you, suddenly blushing again. "Did I say something wrong?"
"What? No, no, dear, I just... Lost in thoughts." You suddenly didn't feel like swimming and stopped with your shorts still being on your thighs.
"But you are big! The one that never gonna drown, like life preserver!" Some boys screamed and giggled. You lowered your eyes to look at yourself. "I bet you can fit half of the camp on you if we were to drown!" These were jokes. Bad ones, but jokes, they were kids! But you couldn't help, but wonder. Was this bad choice of a swimsuit? Were you really that big? You tried to lose some weight, especially here, where you ought to do some physical activity or sports. But apparently you were doing a bad job in it. You buttoned your shorts again.
"Hey! No dessert for tonight!" Kaitlyn snapped back at them, already out of the water and near you. You saw Emma striding to the loud boys. "Don't listen to those punks, they are kids."
"I know, I... I don't feel so good, I guess I better go back." You whole good mood was gone. "Jake, can you help Sarah swim?" You looked at the boy, who darted his eyes between you all.
"Ah? Oh, yes, sure." He put the boy down and went to you. "And... Y/N, don't.. listen to those, I just... You aren't slim, this is truth, but... You are still... You."
"Thanks..." You nodded to Jacob, already numb to the things he had to say, slowly stepping away to the way you just came. He might have meant well, but was doing not good job in it. Before Kaitlyn or anyone could say another word, you were off, getting your t-shirt on your way back and just putting it on. It was big, so it should have hidden you well. You were all to aware of the looks you got.
"Hey, Y/N!" You heard Abby's voice and glanced at her direction. She was walking with... Of course Nick. They looked too sweet together and you couldn't help, but get jealous sometimes. She was so much better than you, Nick had to choose her over you at some point. So you just fastened your pace, just to get to the house and lock yourself in it. All you wanted to do besides that - burn the goddamn swimsuit.
***
"What's up with Y/N?" While Abby was gathering kids to go to the drawing class, Nick hung out with Kaitlyn. She sighed.
"Said she wasn't feeling well, but refused any help. But that's bullshit." Kaitlyn usually held back her language around children, but they were huddled near Jacob in water and near Abby, who were helping them gather their things along with Emma. "Some boys said she was 'big'."
"Wait, big?" He asked, clearly confused.
"Aha. Dressed up and was gone faster than Flash. Jacob added one too, but he's just an idiot." Kaitlyn scoffed. Nick looked at the boy in the water, who laughed at some kids' joke. There was sudden rush of anger towards him. You were very close to Nick and very important, he had a huge crush on you. It took him forever to gather his courage and ask you out. So for him to hear that Jacob said something rude to you was a huge anger wave. But he wasn't gonna do anything to him. He wasn't some kind of animal. "Don't worry, she just needs some time alone."
"What?"
"You have your emotions written all over your face." Kaytlin scoffed. "Give her some time. But not too much, she may overthink something. And don't worry about Jacob. I'm gonna kick some sense in him."
"Yeah, you sure will." Nick smiled a bit, nodding. He looked up at Abby, who was waiting for him to help her get the kids to the drawing class. He definitely had to visit you later.
***
You didn't leave the cabin. You just stayed at your place. Thankfully you didn't have any activities you had to participate in this day, so you could afford that. Emma came in hours later, chatting about warm water, all the fun they had and plans for the evening. She didn't even asked if you were okay. You were grateful for that, not feeling like discussing anything with her. She called you to join them for the dinner, but you refused. You couldn't possibly think about putting any food in yourself.
You just wrapped yourself in baggy clothes, hid legs under the blanket and layed there. You tried to read something, but understood quickly that it wasn't very effective. Your thoughts were louder than any plot twists. So you just layed there.
You were big, you knew that. Emma or Kaitlyn were slimmer. They were followed, one by Jacob, probably the most popular guy in his school. The other one by both Dylan and Ryan. Even if they eye-sided each other at the same time. In your mind they were happy trio. But you...
Your romance with Nick was slow. Even if both of you decided to try anything romantic and not friendly on the second week, it was still slow. You had to still tell yourself that they were friends with Abby, and that everything was in question since you both should have moved after the summer was over. You cared for each other, but... Nick was children's crush. Kind, pretty, talking with accent... They loved him. You knew Abby had a crush on him before you got together. So for him to still be with someone like you...
You burrowed yourself under the blankets further, groaning at frustration on yourself. You hated how you felt. Hated how you thought. But couldn't do anything about it. You had read enough shit on the Internet about 'loving and accepting yourself'. It was easier said than done. When everyone preferred slimmer people, you had to really try to find good clothes and just build your confidence step by step just to have someone ruin it in several words. You weren't mad at kids, they didn't know any better, and Emma made sure to give them lecture on people's boundaries. But still you couldn't help but wonder...
Quiet knocking on the door made you shiver. You looked at the door and realised it had already gotten dark. You sat in your bed, but weren't able to do anything or say before Nick opened the door.
"Y/N?" He carefully called you, looking into the dark house. You sighed and lit up the lamp near your bed.
"In here." You called out, closing your eyes from the sudden light. Nick smiled, entering the house, but furrowed his brows, noticing how you were. It would be amusing to watch his emotions all over the place, if not for your stupid thoughts.
"Are you cold?" He asked quietly, closing the door behind him. You shook your head and smiled weakly.
"I'm fine. What are you doing here?" You asked. Maybe you got lucky and Kaitlyn or Emma didn't say anything to him. It was your problem, not his.
"I heard you... Weren't feeling well." Nick came closer to you, sitting on your bed awkwardly.
"I'm better now. Just have to have some sleep and I'll be fine in no time!" You smiled at him, trying to be brave, and he even smiled back but you could see how strained this smile was.
"Yeah... Kaitlyn told me what happened." He finally blurted out, not used to playing around. You looked away and sighed, of course they spilled the beans.
"It's nothing. Just... Some hard truth and..."
"It's not truth at all! This kid is stupid!" He objected.
"He's ten."
"He's ten AND stupid." Nick didn't step back. You scoffed at this and shook your head. "And Jacob is an idiot because he can only get cute girls like him as he is too dumb for someone like you to look at him." You looked at him in disbelief. You had never heard Nick talking something like that about any of your friends. He took your hand, kissing your fingers and blushing a bit. "My point is - you are beautiful. More beautiful than anyone I know. I like to cuddle you, like to hold your hands and I absolutely love giving you my hoodies!"
"You are always grumpy when I take them." You answered, smiling weakly. Your doubts and bad thoughts slowly went back to the periphery of your mind. They would come back later, you were sure of that, but for now this little ray of sunshine by the name of Nick worked his magic pretty well.
"You think so..." He mumbled. Your heart clenched. How could you even possibly doubt someone like him?! Nick was the most honest person you had ever known. He couldn't play you, even if he wanted to, his lies always were obvious.
"Come here..." You whispered, turning on the side and making some room on your bed. Nick readily layed down, hugging you close to himself. Suddenly you felt very hot under all these layers of clothes. You kicked the blanket down to free your legs. In a minute you both were hugging each other, your head on his shoulder, legs intertwined with each other.
"Don't doubt yourself, darling, please. It hurts me to know that you think something really low about yourself. I know it can be hard with opinions of others or clothes or something like that, but I am with you."
"You aren't gonna be with me after the summer." You scoffed and earned a kiss on your head.
"There are phones for that. And besides, we live not so far from each other and can meet up if anything." He objected and you relaxed completely, trying to believe in his optimism. "And till the end of summer I'm gonna protect you!"
"Sure you will." You smiled at him, hugging him tightly.
"I won't let some insufferable kid or even Jacob tell you something like that! You are my girlfriend! My beautiful, smart and perfect girlfriend! And they are stupid for not seeing anything behind their... Their prejudices!" He exclaimed, both ashamed by his outburst of emotions and eager to protect you. You kissed him on the cheek.
"My fierceful protector." You giggled, earning a smile from him. "So I should not worry for my safety?"
"I will protect you even from any bear! With bare hands!" He showed you his hands, now more calm that he got you cheered up.
"You will get bitten before you protect me." You laughed, smacking his side.
"I will protect you even if I got bitten!" Nick answered more quietly, snuggling to you. It was good evening. You both were joking, he was hugging you, you were relaxing in his arms, you both loved each other and it seemed that even after the end of summer you would be happy with each other.
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Anything you can do, I can do better
Nick X M!Reader! 💕💕
Requested: HI YOUR HCS ABT NICK LITERALLY HAS ME DROOLING ON MY KNEES?? can i perhaps get nick and a male(or just fem if ur uncomfy) reader who's just huge rivals with nick, always acting like a dick who teases the fuck out of him. but one day nick calls him something devious while teasing him back like "pretty boy" and reader is like ?!?!?!,!,!,!!,,@+?? REALLY FLUSTERED AND SUDDENLY THEIR WHOLE DEMEANOR DROPS, LEAVING THEM AWKWARD AND STAMMERIJG MESS. nick ABSOLUTELY takes advantage of this. nsfw preferred BUT BUT BUT ITS OKAY IF NOT. drooling begging crying Warnings: Oral (m receiving of course), name calling (slut, baby boy, baby), a bit of degrading, dacryphilia, orgasm denial. NICK IS KINDA MEAN IN THIS ONE! Summary: Nick is an insecure because you stole his friends. Word Count: 1.9k AN: AU where there aren’t any werewolves. Only for plot purposes of course. This is a bit of a long one. I do hope you like it. I love rivals to lovers but it’s my first time writing it. I was literally so excited! I hope you like it! I was kinda dipping my toe in this one, if you would like it more smutty, I will TOTALLY WRITE A CONTINUATION!!!! 💕 also, srry about the shit quality gif 😫😫 if there are a few mistakes, I also apologize about that!!!
There’s was a pride that swelled in you that was only brought upon by beating your rival. Anything he could do, you could do better. And you’ve proved it time and time again. If Nick excelled in academics, guess who wasn’t very far behind. Better yet, always on par with him. Even outshined. Of course it was you. Not that there was any competition. To you, at least, it wasn’t. You just couldn’t help it. You were just naturally better. All of the petty little things started to take a toll on Nick.
But Hackett’s Quarry was his escape. No one knew him there. No one to compare himself to, and no expectations. Just good ole summer fun with kids and maybe some new friends.
Unpacking was sure as hell a pain in the ass. And so was the car ride to the campsite. It felt great to just get out and stretch your arms and legs. You hadn’t even gotten comfortable on the bed yet when you overhear a familiar voice outside the door. “Yeah, I don’t think I’ll have the cabin to myself. Though I’m pretty sure we’ve met all of the other counselor-“ his thought was cut short when he opened the door. His smile faltered a bit before entering the cabin with Jacob. “Of course,” Nick threw with bag onto his bed on the other side of the room. Leaving with nothing more to say.
Jacob could’ve sworn he was exaggerating. They way you flittered about with the children was amazing. Showing them the natural flora and fauna of the surrounding are came with ease. Definitely a plus if there was anything poisonous. This was strike one. You were out making a place with his newfound friends while he was stuck in a godforsaken, hot as hell kitchen.
You were helping out everywhere you could. Patching up children in the nurses station with Kaitlin. Doing damage control after a spooky campfire story with Dylan and Ryan. Nothing less than a saint. Unbeknownst to them, you were teasing Nick after each and every praise. “Oh god, thank you! What would be do without you, (y/n)?” You threw a smile at Nick over their shoulder. To them it was a sweet one, but Nick knew all too well, “oh, I’m not sure. Why don’t we ask Nick?”
Strike two was settling into his bones. Resting there and making him weary. Not dreadfully weary, but weary that he’d do something unorthodox. But not now. He still had his patience in tact. And you knew that.
When the last bus of kids left, you took a sigh of relief. Those kids were very cute, but you could go the rest of the year without them. So when Dylan suggested a bonfire party, you agreed the notion. One last hurrah before going back to the city.
Jacob and Emma return with a gun, to kaitlyn’s displeasure, but he made a point to announce their true prize. Jacob clears his throat ceremoniously before stating, “We bring you a hand-picked selection of only the finest that Hackett’s Quarry has to offer….”
Nick grabs the bag in astonishment before they simultaneously burst into song.
“Pop pop, peanut butter butter pops! Pop pop, pop ‘em in your mouth! Pop!”
You stand there with a handful of firewood. Eyes seemingly wandering over Nick as he dancing is excitement. His large, veiny hands gripping the bag of pops made you wonder what they felt like around your hips. How
“What absolute dorks,” Abigail breaks your train of thought. You chuckle at the comment and nod in agreement, “for sure. Maybe just a bit too happy.” Abi quirked an eyebrow in your direction, “you wanna have a go at getting the peanut butter what’s-it’s too?”
“Yeah, I think I do.”
Once Jacob, Nick, and kaitlyn all had their turns. You ask for a turn, to which kaitlyn doesnt turn down. Nick, in turn, gives you a dirty look.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
“Shooting my shot,” you throw a wink at the boy.
“Smooth,” Ryan interjects for the first time, pretty much all night.
You bow to your left and right, “thank you. thank you. I’m here all night.”
And before the night was over, you had taken out every single shot without breaking a sweat. Securing your place as champion, once again.
“Looks like those peanut butter whatever’s are mine.”
“You only want them, because I do”
“That’s not true,” giving him those puppy dog eyes you so meticulously learned throughout your entire life.
“You think you can just waltz right into here, steal my friends with those doe eyes, pretty boy?”
The guilt began to set it. This wasn’t fun anymore. But it was too late. Far too late. Nick was unleashing every thought he had ever had about you and you couldn’t handle it, “-and ya know what? I should’ve fucked that pretty little mouth the day I saw it. I knew you were gonna haunt me.”
“W-what?”
Hearing your voice crack and your words skip, he smirks. Seizing his moment to get you exactly where he wants. “Are you stalking me, gorgeous? I can’t stop thinkin about you,” before you know it, he has successfully backed you into the side of a tree. “You’re even in my fucking dreams.”
And he was in yours. But you’d never admit to that. “It’s simple,” you swallow thickly, “anything you can do, I can do better. And you can’t handle it.”
“Oh yeah?”
“Yeah.”
There it was again, that signature smirk that would make anyone swoon. The one that made your jeans tighten ever so slightly.
“Then prove it.”
“Haven’t I don’t that our entire life?”
Strike three. No holding back.
“Mmmm there’s that mouth again. How about you put it to actual good use.”
His lips are inching closer to yours. So close, you can smell subtle pine mixed with the sweat being outside all day. That same hand you were thinking about slowly moving closer to your neck. Once his fingers were wound, that was it. “Kiss me,” was all the permission you needed. The kiss was hungry yet fulfilling. Both of you sighing and humming into the kiss in content, but it wasn’t enough. A grin escapes his lips as you thread your fingers through his hair. Gently pulling at the auburn locks. But this is a game for two. He places his thigh between your legs. Earning a small whimper from you as he grinds his leg up your clothed erection.
Nick placed open-mouth kisses along your jaw, down your neck. There, he makes his mark. His claim on you. You let out a louder moan, unable to hold back the result of the ecstasy you’ve been chasing after unintentionally. He sunk his canines into the supple flesh of your neck. Making sure to place a soothing lick there after he was satisfied with it. You were bound to him now. Your fingernails clawing at the bark of the sturdy tree. He makes quick work of your tshirt. The cold air with biting at your nipples. Making them stand at attention. Nick was exposing more of the soft, sweet body he had sought after. He laughs to himself, making you cover your body. Tucking your hands away into the opposite arm pit. “No baby, don’t hide from me. Not like I hadn’t seen it before.” Nick began pressing kisses along your chest. Making sure to nip at the skin here and there. Staking his claim over and over. He kisses lower and lower. Your body was already overheating. You weren’t sure you could take more of the embarrassment. “But this is different.” Before you could say more, he was already up and towering over you, once again. His face mere inches from yours once again.
He hisses in a low, hushed tone, “Should’ve thought about that before being rude to me. Now, on your knees, baby boy. Make me proud.” His hair hung low in his eyes now. His hooded, lust filled eyes. The same ones that held such a hatred for you all those years, were now on you in such an intimate way.
Every fiber of your being was telling you to fight back. Say a smart-ass comment. Do something. All to be ignored by your body. Sitting on your bare knees in the middle of the woods with your crush. Waiting to do anything he asks of you.
“Such an obedient slut.”
It was getting darker. The worry easing from you, realizing that no one could see you. The clinking of a belt ripped you out of your thoughts. There stood Nick in all his glory. His pants around his ankles and his shirt in between his teeth. Not like you haven’t seen him before either. But again, this time it was different. His thick cock slapped against his lower stomach. Leaving a splotch of sticky liquid there. The scene was almost too much for you. Not that you hadn’t imagined his cock. I’m fact, it was better than imagined. But where did all your courage go?
“No no, don’t look away, baby.”
His thumb and index finger cradle your chin. Forcing you to look up at him. “Open,” was the only command that he needed to utter to his pretty baby. He could now see the charm in those doe eyes. He gets why everyone fall for them, as he slips the tip of his cock past your plush lips. The salty liquid making your tongue and cheeks salivate. Nick humming in approval. Your body can’t deny what it wants. “That’s it baby. You can take it can’t you? A cock hungry slut like you can take me all the way can’t you?” You hollow your cheeks in response, bobbing ever so slightly. The insults sending what felt like electric shocks throughout your body. Never had you wanted to remove an article of clothing so bad before right now. He noticed your ever growing bulge and smirks. “You like that, slut? Like being degraded? Look at you, pathetically on your knees. Tell daddy his cock tastes good.”
A heat touches your cheeks in shame. Pulling away, you hiss back. “Is that the only word you know? I thought you were dumb, but the least you could do is give a decent insult.”
He was cracking that exterior. He could feel it. Before tonight was over, you would be all him. “You don’t mean that, baby. I know what you really mean,” he taps his cock on your lips. Your mouth slightly opening to give him your tongue, stubbornly. “I think what you meant to say was, ‘fuck my face daddy Nick’ right? I’ll happily oblige.” Your eyes widen in shock as he pushes your head down onto his shaft. Instinctively, you stroke whatever you can’t fit in your mouth. It isn’t too long until he is bucking his hips into your mouth. Letting out long streams of “shit” and “fuck” until tears fell down your cheeks. Eye contact never breaking between the two of you. A pang one his heart told him to ask were you okay. Until he saw the wet spot on your shorts. Attempting to run your thighs together for friction.
“Say you’re sorry and I’ll let you cum.
You mouth apologies around his cock. Desperate for your own release. Not being able to get friction anywhere.
“Good good. Say ‘I’m sorry daddy.’” Nick mocked you once more and you obeyed.
Nick gave one final thrust into your mouth before spilling his cum. Coating your throat in his sticky release. Once he was spent, he smirked to himself. Pulling out of your mouth with a small ‘pop.’
“I-I didn’t get to cum, yet.”
“I lied. I don’t reward bad behavior, crybaby. Maybe next time I’ll let you cum, if you’re a good boy.”
TBC? 👀👀👀
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Hello! I love you’re writing for the boys! Especially Dylan! I wish there were more writings about him x reader but I’m finding them slowly! And I found your blog that writes for him and I love you’re writing!
I was wondering if I could get headcanons for nick, Dylan, and Jake when their s/o is on their period? Or sick for a gn reader! Whatever you’re most comfortable with! I love tooth rotting fluff! If you’re not comfortable writing that, totally ok! Thank you! ❤️
PERIOD TROUBLE PT. 2
[PT. 1] Dylan
- headcanons for how they act when their s/o is on their period (gn reader, fluff, find dylan’s part linked below the title, 1 dirty joke in jacob’s part)
- thank you!! mwah <3 it’s such a coincidence that this request came in right after i wrote the period fic for dylan though 💕 the prompt is a bit different but it’s the same idea and i didn’t want to redo it lol. requests are still open!!
NICK
- will literally bring you everything you could ever ask for, even things you don’t need
- total sweetheart and is always concerned about how you’re feeling
- he may be a little overbearing, but that’s just how he shows his love
- always makes you a hot drink and smothers you in blankets before putting on a movie and cuddling you to death. Be warned, though, he’s a talker. He’ll annoy you with constant commentary when you’re watching
- he’s a practicing health nut and will definitely google what foods and drinks ease period cramps or lighten your flow
- he will always, and I mean always, put you first. Unless you’re playing a competitive game with him. He’ll crush you and won’t feel bad about it. After that, though, he’ll hold your hand and give you the first bite of everything he eats
JACOB
- “does that mean we can’t fuck?”
- for real though, the minute you tell him all the aches and pains that come from periods, he is horrified and vows to be on his best behavior when you’re dealing with it
- is totally up for bringing you stuff when you don’t want to get out of bed, just be aware of flying cans and bags of chips because he just can’t bring himself to walk a few extra steps like a normal person
- he’s a huge cuddle monster and his body heat will warm you up in no time, so it’s especially helpful when you’re cramping
- he will try to do your chores for you. Keyword try. He might leave a few spots on the dishes and accidentally rip the trash bag, but he’s doing what he can
- he might be a himbo but he isn’t completely stupid, meaning he’s actually a really good cook. He’ll make you anything your heart desires, as long as you let him take a bite as well
Reblogs are greatly appreciated!!
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