#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."

[bloatedandalone04]

➪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?

[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 😏

[montysstuffs]

Rope Bunny

Nick x Abi smut

AN: IM BACK!!! Sorry about that long hiatus, but bitch I’m back on my bullshit. I hope you like it! Not at all beta read, my apologies for the grammatical errors! Also, I had no idea how to end this, so I’m sorry. 😭😭

Warnings: Dacryphilia, p in c sex, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), orgasm denial, bondage, name-calling (ie, slut, whore, etc), if there are more I missed, let me know! Ily 💕 also Nick is quite an asshole in this one as well, but we love him anyway!!

“W-will it hurt?”

“Hmm? Oh, it shouldn’t.”

The tension across her ribs and chest made her whimper. The soft material of the rope bit into her skin just enough to cause a little bit of red splotches. Not enough to give a burn. She gasped at the sudden tightening of her arms behind her back.

Her breath hitches in her throat as she tugs her arms a bit, the rope not leaving any room for her to wiggle out of. Nick’s warm and calloused fingers graze over this intricate knot work. A satisfied smirk crossed his lips as he eyed his beauty.

The thought of suspending her from their ceiling crossed his mind. She would look so gorgeous like that, so vulnerable to him. But that would have to wait. ‘One step at a time, Nick’ is what he would tell himself as he finishes his final decorative knot.

Her arms were bound behind her back, legs splayed open, and breasts fully emphasized. All with one single, delicate rope.

“Remember the safe word, Angel?” Nicks’s warm breath ghosts over her flushed face. Had her heart been beating any louder, should wouldn’t have been able to hear what he had said. He places a small kiss on her cheek in hopes to calm her sea of nerves. Yet, not moving any further until she responds. “Y-yes,” was all she could muster as the small gestures of affection worked a bit.

“Mmm let me hear it, baby. Tell me the safe word.”

“Potassium”

“Good girl. Now, the pièce de résistance.” Her vision is clouded in darkness as he places a blindfold over her eyes. He expertly places her carefully on her back.

His fingers finally graze over her soft, milky skin. Goosebumps arise in the wake of his warm fingers. The contrast to the cool air making her whimper. Nick could tell by the way Abi’s cheeks glow underneath her outgrown bangs, that she was enjoying this a bit more than she was leading on. She was hyper-focused on his every move, as was he. The way the rope dug into her supple flesh as her chest rises and falls with every breath she takes. She looked nothing less of an angel under the designs he crafted.

He smirks at the trembling, exposed girl. Her juices had already begun to pool between her parted thighs, "you're so filthy... all this for me? how cute." He dips her fingers between her glistening folds. Eliciting a beautiful moan from the shy girl. “Mmm I’ve barely touched you, and you’re already so vocal,” he brings his other hand out to caress the insides of her thigh. His movement deliberately slow and burning. He was talking her to beg for it. Speak her filthiest thoughts into existence, and he’ll make it so. “Let me hear all of the things you want me to do to you, Angel. Let me hear you beg.”

“I-umm,” her voice gets caught in her throat, too timid to tell her what she needs. But that won’t fly, now will it?

"what's the matter, love? you get nervous when i look at you like this? All spread open for me. No hiding that gorgeous body from me, either. But I won’t keep going, until you tell me what you need,” the tip of his cock brushes over her throbbing clit.

“Need you to fuck my pussy. Please fuck me,” her bottom lick quivered in embarrassment.

“Now that wasn’t so hard was it?” His cock finally stretches her open. They both hiss in tandem at the initial stretch. Abi, due to the burning pleasure that overtook her, and Nick, due to the way her tight walls enveloped him. She always felt like velvet around him. He kept a steady pace as his hips met hers. His thrusts were deep, purposeful and agonizingly slow. Yet, once the tip of his cock drags against her sweet spot, she knew she was teetering the edge. “P-please,” she whimpers under her breath. Barely being able to catch it as his hard thrusts practically knock the air out of her,

“Hmm? Shh shhh whining will only make me want to bully you more. I know you can beg better than that.”

“Please. I need to-“

“Not good enough.”

“Are you close? Do you want to cum?”

She nods her head at him, her eyes screwing shut as she holds back her desperate tears. The droplets that escaped seeped into the fabric of the silk.

“No.”

He smiles down at her lovingly as he denies her that long awaited orgasm. He watches, amused, at her frantic pleas and the erratic movement of her hips. “Awe. Look at you, fucking yourself on me. Such a naughty slut.”

She had never looked better in his eyes. All mindless and desperate. Needing that sweet release at any means necessary, even if it means abandoning all shame to get it. That’s what he wants. To break her down into her most primal self. “I’ll allow you to cum, but only like this. Show me how much you need it.” His encouragement made her cry out obscenities that would make a sailor blush. Her pussy tightens around his length as she is so close, but can’t quite reach it. He gives another smirk at the pathetic mess under him. “I suppose I’ll take pity on you,” without warning, he snaps his hips into hers. He has her knees to her chest now as his thrusts become more menacing. He knows how much she loves a good mating press. Soon after, the coils inside her finally snaps. He’s orgasm rushes over her like a tide as he fucks into her. He lets out a guttural “fuck” as he fills her wish his warm cum. His hips sputtering as he fills her to the brim. All she could do was utter her thanks as he holds her close. Staying inside her for just a bit longer before untying a master knot. The rest of the rope falls around her trembling and sated body.

“You did so well, Angel. Thank you for letting me try this out.”

“It was fun, I liked it.”

[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.

Keep reading

[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 >_<

[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.

[chris-hartley]

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#5

Thinking about The Quarry (2022) constantly for the next 3-5 years thanks

31 notes - Posted June 11, 2022

#4

Personally think Nick would have picked up a few things about art while sneaking peeks at Abi's workshops and maybe he'd even draw her cute pictures that she doesn't know are from him because they look like a kids drawing.

Anon, this made me cry. This is so fucking cute. I bet she would hold onto some for the memories of camp and he might point one out and be like “that’s mine!” And she doesn’t believe him until she sees the NF that he signed.

Imagine if he asks her to give him art lessons though 🥺

40 notes - Posted June 23, 2022

#3

All I’m saying is that what we deserved at the end of The Quarry was a moment like at the end of Teen Wolf when Stiles says “I didn’t say I love you” and Lydia says “you didn’t have to” and they run into each other’s arms and kiss.

44 notes - Posted July 6, 2022

#2

every look, every touch, makes me wanna give you my heart

By: boom_butterfly_effect

The moon was always something that Abigail had been drawn to. The idea that no matter how hard you tried, if you took a picture of the moon, it looked nothing like it did with your own eyes. It was the moon that night that’d pulled her out of the tents on the lakeside where her campers were fast asleep.

Full fic on AO3

51 notes - Posted June 19, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Saw someone asking on Twitter what the words beside Emma are on Abigail’s paper and thanks to some high res pics I have been able to work it out:

Pastel color’ll work well here. Could try on Nick portrait. The eyes would be good to draw

83 notes - Posted July 5, 2022

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[aleshiabro]

Can someone PLEASE write a Nick Furcillo x reader one shot/image where the reader is female (or the gender isn’t specified so they/them pronouns) and she’s Dylan’s twin sister OR a platonic one shot/imagine where the reader is again Dylan’s twins sister and she gets hurt or something and he helps her so like angst and comfort (IDK IF THATS RIGHT LMAO) I would literally die for those their based of my DR lmao

[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.

[bloatedandalone04]

➪the one where you and nick deal with the first full moon since getting back together. (request-ish)

Warnings: pre-transformation nick, swearing, nick being slightly aggressive, post-transformation nick, blood, mentions of blood, kissing, mentions of trauma

Word Count: 1.6k

Part 1 | Part 2

Tonight was the night. 

  The moon was full and it taunted you from your spot by the window. Nick grunted from behind you, his body having another random burst of twitches as he fell to his knees. “I can’t hold on much longer,” he muttered, each intake of air audible. 

  You nod, nervousness creeping into you as you turn to face him. “Let’s go, then,”

  “You don’t have to go with me,” Nick says and he keeps a good amount of space between the two of you as you begin the walk into the forest behind your apartment complex. “You know that, right?”

  “I want to,” you simply say, not looking back at him as you walk ahead. You walk in silence for a few seconds before you glance back at him. “How are you doing?”

  Nick growled slightly. “How the fuck do you think I’m doing?” Your heart stung at his harsh words, but you knew he didn’t mean it. He had barely any control over himself right now and you knew that. It was unfair for you to get hurt over words he didn’t mean. “Sorry.” He muttered afterwards.

  You gave him a small smile. “It’s okay,” 

  After that, you reach three massive rocks. Nick stumbles over to it, easily moving the one in front to the side. Behind the rock, there was a deep crevice with a small opening. You and Nick look at it for a few seconds before he turns to you. “Are you ready?” 

  You nod, walking over to him. Your hands grip his wrists, tightening the large cuffs around them. It held his hands together tightly, so when he shifted, they would still be locked and he wouldn’t be able to move them.

  “Tighter,” he mumbled, wincing slightly when you pushed them as tight as they could go. He looks at them and tries to pull his hands free to no avail. “You should go back home.”

  Shaking your head, you reach up to grip the sides of his face and kiss him. He melts into you the second your lips connect and already he could feel his rapid heartbeat slow down. You pull away, touching your forehead to his briefly before mumbling, “Come on,”

  Stepping away from him, you watch as he gives you a conflicted look before he backs away and disappears between the rocks. You follow him shortly after, finding him crouching down in front of the chains on the ground. 

  You clasp the chains around his ankles without saying a word, feeling his eyes on you the entire time. “There. Done,” you say quietly, looking up at him and into his now glowing eyes. They didn’t scare you like they did the first time or surprise you. They were part of him now, and if he could live with them, so could you. “It’s time.”

  He gets up and waits until you’re safely standing back outside before placing his palms on the rock. It was a struggle with his bound hands, but he was the only one who had the strength to move it. “You should get some sleep,”

  “You know I won’t be able to,”

  “Yeah, I know,” he mutters. “At least try to. For me.”

  “Okay,” you nod, leaning back in and pressing a kiss to his forehead. “I’ll see you first thing in the morning.”

  This time he nods and begins to move the rock back to cover the crevice. 

  “I love you,”

  “I love you,” he says back before the rock separates the two of you completely.

  Nick waits until he can hear your footsteps fade before he takes the chain and connects it to the one at the far side of the crevice, as far away from the entrance as possible. After that’s done, he was left to wait for his body to inevitably betray itself and rip itself into something inhuman.

-

You were right. 

  You didn’t sleep at all. No matter how long you closed your eyes for, your body wouldn’t rest as your thoughts became consumed by Nick. 

  Was he okay? Did any of the chains break? Was he able to get free and is out looking for you in werewolf form?

  Yes, no and no, are the answers, as slowly but surely, the sun had begun rising with no sign of your werewolf boyfriend. 

  As soon as dawn fell upon you, you quietly left the apartment, not wanting to wake up Jacob as you went to retrieve Nick. 

 With a key in one hand and some of Nick’s clothes in the other, you reach the enclosure, seeing that the rock was moved to the side already, meaning that Nick was back to normal and waiting for you.

  Since the sun was out, you were able to see a lot better when you entered the crevice. You found Nick sitting at the far end, his legs pressed to his chest and his clothes torn. 

  You crouch down next to him, handing him the clothing as you inspect the chains. There were scratch marks on them, and more on his cuffs, but they were still intact. Unlocking the chains, you slip the key into your pocket as he changes his clothes. 

  A few minutes pass, with both of you still sitting next to each other in silence. 

  Nick holds the torn clothing in his hands, his eyes fixated on the many rips and blood spots that littered the fabrics. “You know,” he says quietly, his voice scratchy, most likely from him howling all night. “Every time I turn into that….that thing….all I can remember is that first night. When I hurt you. When I became something so far from myself that even I couldn’t recognise what I was….it’s all I can think about.”

  You shake your head and wrap your arm around his shoulder, feeling his tense shoulders relax at your touch. “You can’t let it take over you like that,” you tell him. “It wasn’t your fault. You’ve felt guilty about that night for too long when it was completely out of your control. It wasn’t your fault.”

  Nick looks up at you with tired eyes and your heart nearly breaks at the sight. 

  “Come here,” you mumbled and wrap your other arm around him when he falls into you, his head resting against your chest while his arms wrap around your waist. “It’ll get easier.”

  “How do you know?” He asked quietly, his body finally relaxing for the first time in nearly twenty four hours.

  “I don’t know,” you say, just as quiet, running your fingers through his hair. “But I don’t think I could handle it knowing that you think about that night every time you turn. It hurts my heart to think about you being alone with those thoughts.”

  “It helps to think about our good moments,” he says. “Before I turned, I thought about the night I got you back.”

  You smiled at that, leaning down to kiss the top of his head. “I’m not going anywhere,” you mumble. “You know that?”

  Nick nodded, sitting up so he could face you. “I can’t apologise enough for what I did to you,” he said, taking your hand in his and making you close your mouth when you opened it to respond. “But I want you to know how grateful I am for you and everything you are. I love you more than anything and I can’t thank you enough for giving us a second chance….for giving me a second chance. That’s what makes this whole thing bearable. That’s what makes it okay.”

  You keep your eyes locked on him, the entire time, a small smile on your lips that grew with each second that passed. 

  “As long as I have you in my life, I’m okay with turning into this thing every month,” he reached up to caress your face. “It’s not so bad when I know what I’m waking up to.”

  When he was finished, you leaned over and wrapped your arms around him, pressing multiple kisses to his neck and then a final one to his lips. “I love you,” you say, brushing his hair out of his face. “And you are, by far, the strongest man I’ve ever met. And you’re mine.”

You kiss him once more before standing up, extending your hands out to him.

“Come on,” you say after he takes them and stands up. “I’m taking you out to breakfast in celebration of another full moon being completed.”

  Nick had turned into a werewolf a total of three times so far, once at camp, once the month when you weren’t together, and once last night. You didn’t know what he did during the full moon when you were on a break, but you also didn’t want to ask in case it brought back bad memories. 

  You had simply asked if he knew of any places he’d be safe in for the night, and he showed you the rock enclosure. You could only assume that’s where he went last time.

  “I’d rather eat you,” he said and your face heated up as you exited the enclosure. If he had said that last night, you would’ve been nervous, but since he was back to his regular self, you weren’t the slightest bit scared. Now it just turned you on, however concerning that might sound.

  “Nick,” you warned him, smacking his arm gently as he laughed, taking your hand in his. “You just ruined the moment.”

  “My bad,” he smirked, the sadness from the night before quickly leaving his system. “It was getting too romantic for a guy who just turned back into his human self.”

  You rolled your eyes. “Whatever,” you say. “Keep this up and you’ll be the one taking me out to breakfast.”

[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!!

[montysstuffs]

So I think I’m done with the quarry fandom. I know I have requests, but im not sure if im gonna fulfill them. I’ve been getting comments like these quite a bit and it’s very annoying. I don’t write for money, I write because it’s fun. But it’s not fun anymore, now is it?

I literally just write porn. Someone requests something, I write. I understand that canonically, Dylan is gay. Im not taking that away from him. I can write from all perspectives. Male, female, Gender Neutral, you name it. But am I missing something? This is a fictional character, no? And I just write porn. It’s not that deep to me. I don’t mean to sound like an ignorant cis -fem, because I understand that there are little to no fics about male readers. I try being inclusive and giving what the person requested. So I don’t think I’ll be participating in the fandom anymore. I literally just write smut. I’m not here to strip a character away from who they are. You can have him. I’m really trying not to sound aggressive right now, but I get comments like these quite often.

Edit: and don’t get me wrong, I understand what it’s like to be a part of a marginalized community. I’m black and can never find fics without it saying “oh her long flowing raven hair” or “her rosy blushing cheeks.” I’m also fat, which us people get no love. Know how often I see “her long, slender fingers” or “he picks her up and places her on the table” or some shit like that? Too much. So I get it, representation is important. But if someone writes for a character and reader has euro-centric descriptions, I’m not gonna be like “this character would never date a (insert race) person.” Or “hey they don’t like big people.”

[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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