#Nick furcillo imagine

[anna1306]

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."

[intoguyswayhotterthanme]

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 😏

[lemeonsharrk]

This was so well written!

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.

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[ghostradiodylan]

I will never get over seeing what it actually looked like when they were mo-capping for The Quarry. Like, can you imagine acting out a horror movie in this fucking bright white tile doctor’s office looking room? I know that’s always how it is for these kinds of games but it’s shocking to see the behind the scenes stuff still. These guys acted their asses off.

Evan playing dead. Miles pretending to be wolf-bit. Justice and his shotgun that looks like a glorified vacuum cleaner hose attachment. I love them so much.

[fearfics]

i’ve changed my mind if anyone has any the quarry requests/thoughts, my ears are open.

- i dont really do smut maybe a little steamy it depends on the thoughts that have been thunk

- gender neutral reader/fem reader

max and abi are my favs <3

other than that i’m fine but if i’m not comfortable with the request i probably won’t answer >_<

[embraceyourdestiny]

Bro Ryan can shoot nick AND Jacob in the bushes. Bro is failing gun safety and hates the other yaoi ship gawtdamn

[herowithbadpublicity]

People keep talking about how Nick is problematic especially with the werewolf shit he does and I’m like, that’s fine with me? He’s got flaws and it’s interesting to tease out these darker qualities he has — it adds to his complexity as a character. Sure, maybe he’s a toxic “nice guy” underneath it all, but there’s also the insecurity under this and the evidence of self doubt given how he admits to following others. It’s not black or white either. I prefer my characters with flaws, even problematic ones. 🤷🏻‍♀️

[ghostradiodylan]

Okay but imagine everyone survives infected somehow and then you’ve got TWO cycles to worry about. (Unless you subscribe to the theory that bloodsploding also purges you of having to have a period, which would be super convenient tbh.) Werewolves with PMS would be a real bitch to contend with.

[bloatedandalone04]

➪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.

[mo0nfairy]

yandere nick furcillo plsssss I will love u forever. I have a bit of an obsession with the quarry lately hehe

🪷 ִ ° ⋆ 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ˚ ｡ . 🪺

𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 . . .

♫ 𝐩𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ⸺ 𝐩𝐚𝐮𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐚

˚ ✩ 📓 ｡ ˚ ✧ * ｡ 🥬

( 📁 ) . . .  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.

[montysstuffs]

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.“

[dearsnow]

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!!

[tywrites]

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."

[alittle-bit-of-everything]

AMAZING!!! I loved this so much 😭💜

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.

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[rainyamidala]

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."

-

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.

-

[anna1306]

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.