#nick furcillo smut

[starbandit]

Summer Nights (Nick Furcillo)

Preview:  Another tap. And another. You raised a shaky hand to peel the blinds apart, just enough for you to peek out. 

Contains: making out, obvious crushing

word count- 2.3k/unedited

This summer was going to be the best summer of your life. There was no way anything was going to ruin it. You had managed to snag the dream job of anyone your age who was begging for a little bit of freedom from home. A camp counselor. 

That’s right. Your summer was gonna be spent chasing sweaty pre-teens, fixing bee stings and splinters, and putting aloe on sunburns. But on top of that you were going to get to hike, and kayak around an island, and spend nights singing campfire songs. All while away from the real world, away from the stress of friends, of family, of school. 

Your main stressors were the middle school arguments you had to be the mediator for. Emma was little to no help with it, instead instigating said fights by helping spread rumors for a little bit of ‘entertainment’. You could almost hear her voice, “I can’t wait to tell the boys about this”, while you were busy consoling campers over their week-long relationship. 

 You threw your tray down on the table, another night of soggy meat and limp veggies. Camp food was never good, almost always big pots of some kind of slop and frozen vegetables. Nutritionally balanced was a goddamn lie. Emma sat down next to you, giggling and smiling at Jacob who took the bench across from her. 

“Oh, Jacob,” She laughed, covering her mouth. “You are hilarious!” 

You rolled your eyes. Even if they wanted to deny their relationship, say they were friends or hate each other, there was no doubting that something was happening. Of course, you knew, with the amount of times she woke you up to sneak out to the docks with him, there would be no way you didn’t know. 

Their conversation turned into background noise as your eyes caught someone walking towards your table. It was like something out of a movie, things moving in slow motion. Tight jeans hugged long, slender legs, a skinny waist hidden by a baggy t-shirt. Puppy dog eyes shining. 

Nick smiled and greeted you as he sat down with his food. Dylan, Kaitlyn, and Ryan sat down soon after, all beginning to chat with each other as they choked down the ‘food’. You joined in the conversation, listening to Dylan spit out some pretty good one-liners, and caught the way Ryan looked at him while he did. You listened as they made the plans for a campfire, something fun for the end of the week. The plan was for everyone to meet by the lakeside for the bonfire on the beach and roast marshmallows and make smores with the campers. Maybe someone would bring a guitar or some spooky stories. 

Soon dinner came to an end. Nick grabbed your tray before you even had a chance to react. “I’m on cleaning duty this evening.” He smiled. “I’ll still see you at the campfire tonight though, right?” 

“Oh!” You smiled back, hoping the flush of your face wasn’t horribly obvious. “Of course, I-I will definitely see you tonight.” You nodded and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. 

Emma had already begun collecting the campers when you made your way to the table. She was helping the campers stack plates and trying to rush them to get to the showers as fast as possible. 

You and Emma led the campers back to the cabin to grab shower caddies and made your way to the bathroom. Emma groaned as you guys walked into the bathroom. It reeked of bleach and mildew, and a mild stink of wet dog for some unknown reason. The floor was stained with years of mud and perpetually wet. The lights flickered and some of the shower curtains on the stalls were beginning to turn black on the bottom from all the moisture. 

“All right campers! Each of you have… 6 minutes to shower!” Emma announced. “Save the hot water for everyone, please. I cannot take another ice bath tonight.” She rolled her eyes. You both made quick work of turning on the showers and assigning campers to each one to try and minimize the amount of time wasted. 

“So, you excited for the bonfire tonight?” Emma questioned as she picked at her nails. “Gonna flirt with your boy toy?” She whispered, nudging you slightly. 

“He’s not my boy toy!” You shook your head. Sure, you had a slight crush on Nick. He made your heart flutter, your cheeks get hot, your hands clammy. But it was only a slight crush… Right? 

Emma hummed. “That’s right. You won’t make a move.” She laughed. “Can’t be yours if you won’t stake the claim.” 

You rolled your eyes. “I’ll do it when I’m good and ready. We don’t even know if he likes me back.” You watched as two of the girls began trading body washes and combing each other's hair in the dirt stained mirrors. 

When it was your turn to shower, you found yourself thinking about what Emma had said. Did she know something you didn’t? You let the cold water run over your skin for a little bit longer, washing any leftover soap off. You sighed as you turned the shower off and quickly got dressed, pulling pajamas over your still wet skin. 

You trudged back to the cabin with the campers, listening to them chatter about how excited they were for the bonfire and to see ‘Counselor Dylannnnn’. You had a good giggle with Emma about the crushes the campers had on the counselors while everyone cleaned up their bunks and finished getting ready. 

After a while, you guys finally left the cabin and began the short hike to the beach. The campers squealed and ran off the second they saw the glow of the fire and joined their friends on the blankets set up on the beach. Jacob and Ryan were throwing more kindling on the fire while Nick was helping a younger camper zip their jacket. Your heart ached at the sight. 

“Good with kids.” Emma teased as she pushed by you. “We’re here!” She called out. 

Nick looked up at the call and smiled when he spotted you. The kid he was helping ran off as soon as his jacket was zipped. “Y/N!” He waved. “Come sit.” 

You made your way over, taking in the smell of the fire before sitting on the log next to Nick. You could hear giggles of the campers just a few feet away on the shore, a few of them dipping their toes in which landed them a scolding from Ryan. 

You guys sat in silence for a while, watching as everyone chilled out and played around as the sun went down. You kept your eyes on the fire, the flames warming your face. It was almost perfect. That was, until Dylan and Kaitlyn approached. 

“We have S’MORES!” Dylan shouted, holding up some bags. The campers cheered and raced over, trying to grab at the ingredients to make the sweets. “Woah, woah, one at a time, ya little goblins!” He laughed. 

“We need a line!” Kaitlyn called out. “And for you guys to be safe, and smart, about the marshmallows and fire!” 

You helped the kids place the marshmallows on the ends of (mostly clean) sticks and showed them how to roast the perfect marshmallow. Kaitlyn was trying to avoid burns at all costs, even if that meant physically pulling kids back from the fire. Jacob and Emma had disappeared, no doubt off into the bushes somewhere to make out and baby talk to each other. 

Once all the kids had their fill of s’mores, the counselors decided to make a few of their own. You had a weak spot for the gooey goodness of a charred marshmallow and melted chocolate. You ate your treat while Ryan began the scary campfire stories to the kids. 

“Hey,” a voice sounded in your ear. You turned your head and came face to face with Nick. “You got a little, uh…” He motioned to his own cheek. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment. Food on your face? What were you? 4? “Let me.” 

He lifted a hand to your face, gently rubbing the chocolate off the corner of your mouth with his thumb. “Beautiful.” He smiled before popping the thumb in his mouth and sucking the chocolate off. “And tasty.” 

You were praying that only you could hear the pounding in your ears. And that the fire could be to blame on how hot and red your face was. You could hear the teasing from Emma already. 

“T-thanks.” You weren’t sure if you should thank him. He had just indirectly licked chocolate off your face. Kaitlyn winked at you from her spot next to Ryan when you looked back over. What was happening? 

The rest of the bonfire went by like a blur. Your mind was too focused on Nick to even somewhat focus on the story Ryan was telling. Something about a hag of the campsite? Who even knows. 

Now here you are, in your uncomfortable cabin bed, with your hands crossed over your tummy as you stared up at the ceiling. Your mind was racing, thinking about anything and everything. Did Nick like you? Was this some long con joke from everyone? You wanted to scream into your pillow but couldn’t risk waking any of the campers. 

A tap on your window nearly made you risk that. You whipped your head to the side and stared at the window, crappy plastic blinds were the only thing keeping whatever the hell that was from seeing you. Another tap. And another. You raised a shaky hand to peel the blinds apart, just enough for you to peek out. 

And there he was. Nick. Dressed in a pair of pajamas and with messy bed head, looking as cute as ever. He smiled at you, his flashlight pointed down. He motioned for you to join him. You rolled out of bed and trudged over to Emma, poking her until she acknowledged you. 

“Nick, I know.” She groaned. “Go, I got this.” She waved you off. 

You nodded even though she couldn’t see you in the almost pitch black darkness of the cabin. You slipped on your shoes and quietly left the cabin, the door creaking shut. You took a deep breath and walked down the steps to meet Nick. 

“Hey,” He greeted. “I hope I didn’t wake you.” He rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Thinking about it now, maybe coming to ask you to go for a walk with me in the middle of the night wasn’t the best idea.” 

You giggled. “It’s okay, I couldn’t fall asleep anyway.” The two of you began walking out of the campsite and onto one of the trails. Conversation flowed naturally, ranging from home life to the possibility of aliens invading the planet. 

You two came to a clearing, the open night sky glimmering above you. Thousands of bright stars littered the sky and you sighed at the serenity of it. You and Nick sat on a fallen log, both admiring the sky. Crickets sounded in the grass around you. 

“It’s beautiful.” Nick whispered. 

You hummed in agreement. A cool breeze tickled your skin and you shivered, goosebumps raising on your arms. You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing your hands up and down in an attempt to create some sort of warmth.

“Oh,” Nick noticed. “Here,” He slid his jacket off and helped you into it. The warmth instantly sent butterflies to your stomach. The scent of Nick filled your nose and that alone made your cheeks hot. “Is that better?” 

“Yes, thank you.” You curled into the jacket, letting the warmth hug you. You both sat in a comfortable silence for a while before you noticed Nick had gotten closer to you. His thigh brushed yours, causing you to look over. 

“Is this okay?” 

You smiled and nodded. “Yeah, this is okay.” You scooched a little closer, your legs now pressed together. You had begun to feel a little more brave and decided to rest your head on his shoulder, staring out at the view. You could hear Nick’s heart beat through the crickets, the sound pounding against your ear. “Hey, Nick?” You questioned softly. 

“Yeah?” He responded, resting his head on yours for a second. 

You stayed silent for a few seconds, enjoying the moment. You wanted to soak this up before you possibly ruined the entire friendship. “How do you feel about me?” 

Nick gently shifted, adjusting to sit somewhat facing you. “How do you think I feel about you?” 

“I asked first.” 

Nick stared at you for a second before lifting a hand and brushing your hair back. His hand came to rest under your chin. “I think that you are one of the most beautiful things here… And in the short time we have known each other I find my heart pounding and hands sweaty whenever you’re around. Is that gross?” He questioned. “Y/N, I feel like I have a middle school crush when I’m around you.” 

You smiled and leaned in, catching Nick in a sudden kiss. He tensed up at first and then soon melted into the kiss, hands reaching around to your back to pull you closer to his body. His hands sprawled across your back, fingers digging into the soft fabric of the jacket. He deepened the kiss, tongue poking your bottom lip. 

You smiled against his mouth and opened up, allowing him to pull you in. Your hands came to rest on his chest, feeling the muscle under the thin shirt he had on. You kissed each other slowly, exploring each other's mouths and testing the waters with what the other person liked. 

After a bit, you both pulled away. Nick’s lips were shiny, pink, and slightly swollen. He looked even more kissable than before. He had an almost drunken smile on his face. He leaned forward again, this time resting your foreheads together. 

“After camp, after summer is over, I’d love to take you on a real date. Restaurant, flowers, everything. What do you say?” He whispered. 

“I’d be stupid to say no.” 

[wolfawaycamp]

Hello, I need a sequel fic to Jacob Goes to Taco Bell but with Jacob/burrito/Nick. The burrito is just the docking station. 🙏

🌦️ I'm so sorry. Don't read this unless you want what it says on the tin. crack treated…. seriously?????????? shout out to quarrydog on ao3 I guess. I'm so sorry also it's 5am when I'm posting this I think this can be attributed to delirium

Nick was very horny, very high, and— regrettably— he was actually considering the burrito. They were too gone to cook so Jacob had doordashed them some food (without consulting him on what), but surprisingly, Jacob had done nothing untowards with his burrito this time. He had some severe munchies, or something, and devoured it in seconds, and was now satisfied and nuzzling into Nick’s neck— not helping Nick’s poorly hidden boner.

Now, Nick was left with the partially unwrapped food in his hand, the warm, soft tortilla feeling almost like skin against his own. It was so tempting, now that the experience with Jacob had put the thought in his head. He really shouldn't. But— Jacob was pretty out of it right now and his eyes were closed. Maybe just a little touch would go unnoticed. Just to sate his curiosity. He wouldn't even breach the tortilla.

He nudged Jacob just to check— he groaned and curled in even closer. Nick was safe. He unwrapped the foil the rest of the way and then he pulled his dick out of his loose shorts. God, had he really been leaking in his boxers this whole time?

Feeling completely bizarre, he hesitated again. This was so weird.

But he was so horny. It was fine. Just a little bit.

He brought it to his length, and pressed them against each other side-by-side. The warmth was nice. He shifted experimentally, and bit back a moan. It kinda felt like a weird version of frotting, if he closed his eyes. He moved it against him again, and gasped a little with it.

“What’re you doin’,” Jacob murmured, and Nick froze.

“Um. Nothing?” Nick tried, staying completely still in the hopes that Jacob wouldn't notice what was going on.

Then, Jacob's hand was over his, on the burrito. “Feels better if you—” he guided Nick’s hand to hold it over his dick, pressing the folded-in divot against his tip— “have it like this,” he said, then pressed it down.

It parted around Nick’s cock, the fillings surrounding him with different textures. It was warm and it was wet and it had Nick whimpering against his will.

“I told you,” Jacob mumbled into his shoulder, still baked.

“You— fuck,” Nick groaned and Jacob kissed him, half-missing his mouth at first, sloppy yet sweet— earnest. Jacob turned Nick's body around to face him more.

“You're kinda gettin’ me going. Mind if I?” Jacob asked, and when Nick thought about the situation he was in, he came to the conclusion that letting Jacob have his fun too really didn't make this situation weirder, because nothing could.

“Fuck it— yeah, okay,” Nick said, feeling almost like his words weren't his own, and then Jacob was already pulling his dick out and lining it up to the other side of the burrito. He pushed right in, and Nick could feel the slide of Jacob’s length against his, held in close by the warm meat and rice of the burrito. Nick suddenly realised how glad he was that Jacob ordered him a mild burrito— even though he normally ordered his Mexican food spicy.

Jacob tenderly ran his thumb across Nick’s jawline with his free hand, looking at him as if he hung the stars. It was definitely the weed. Nick fell forwards into kisses, and closed his eyes. It really wasn't so bad with his eyes closed, Jacob's cock rubbing against his as they both fucked into their shared sleeve.

But it was hard to forget he was using sour cream as lube when he could still feel the tortilla in his grip and smell salsa in the air.

[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."

[bombsquad9]

𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐫𝗼 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞

Hello! I am Ro, and I am 18-21 year old trans man. I write for many fandoms (which shall be listed below). This is indeed my second account, I deleted my last one because I needed to refresh everything (feed, posts, etc). I will try to post frequently, and if I do not then please be patient with me, because it probably means burn out or poor mental health. I also have a new Wattpad account, which the username is also bombsquad09 (it will also be linked below, along with a tag list). Every fandom and character within will be in alphabetical order. Some of the fandoms I do write for will not be listed, and that is due to me not taking requests for those specific fandoms. Thank you!

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝗼𝗺𝐬:

✞Apex Legends

—> Character(s): Catalyst, Caustic, Fuse, Horizon, Loba, Mirage, Octane, Revenant, Seer, Valkyrie, Wattson.

✞Call of Duty

—> Character(s): John ‘Soap��� MacTavish, John Price, König, Nikto, Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley.

✞ Castlevania

—> Character(s): Adrian ‘Alucard’ Tepes, Drolta, Hector, Isaac, Mizrak, Olrox, Richter Belmont, Sypha Belnades, Trevor Belmont, Vlad ‘Dracula’ Tepes

✞Fallout 4

—> Character(s): Cait, Codsworth, Deacon, John Hancock, Nick Valentine, Porter Gage, Preston Garvey, Robert MacCready.

✞House of Ashes

—> Character(s): Eric King, Jason Kolchek, Joey Gomez, Nick Kay, Rachel King, Salim Othman.

✞Just Ignore Them

—> Character(s): Brea, Mark, The Sheriff.

✞Mortal Kombat

—> Character(s): Johnny Cage, Kung Lao, Liu Kang, Noob Saibot.

✞Outlast

—> Character(s): Chris Walker, Eddie Gluskin, Jeremy Blaire, Miles Upshur, Richard Trager.

✞Resident Evil

—> Character(s): Ada Wong, Alcina Dimitrescu, Albert Wesker, Ashley Graham, Carlos Oliveira, Chris Redfield, Claire Redfield, Ethan Winters, Finn Macauley, Jack Krauser, Jake Muller, Jill Valentine, Leon Kennedy, Lucas Baker, Luis Sera, Nikolai Zinoviev, Piers Nivans, Sherry Birkin.

✞Subnautica

—> Character(s): AL-AN.

✞The Quarry

—> Character(s): Abigail Blyg, Dylan Lenivy, Emma Mountebank, Jacob Custos, Kaitlyn Ka, Max Brinly, Nick Furcillo, Ryan Erzahler.

✞Tomb Raider

—> Character(s): Lara Croft

✞Until Dawn

—> Character(s): Ashley Brown, Christopher Hartley, Emily Davis, Jessica Riley, Joshua Washington, Matthew Taylor, Michael Monroe, Samantha Giddings.

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—> When it comes to smut I will write quite a bit, even somewhat darker themes (Again; I draw the line at things like rape). I may not be good due to having lack of practice from where I didn't write for awhile, my apologies.

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.*°☆ THE QUARRY

(* = smut)

KAITLYN KA ♡

let me go | kaitlyn x gn!reader

exhilarating | kaitlyn x gn!reader

RYAN ERZAHLER ♡

silence | ryan x gn!reader

bona fide | ryan x gn!reader

every time i close my eyes (i see your face) | ryan x gn!reader

velvet tongue* | ryan x gn!reader

DYLAN LENIVY ♡

make a move | dylan x gn!reader

NICK FURCILLO ♡

dance with me | nick x gn!reader

EMMA MOUNTEBANK ♡

august* | emma x afab!gen!reader

[lycaonthropy]

#LYCAONTHROPY : this is an independent & selective roleplay blog for nick furcillo & dylan lenivy from supermassive's the quarry !

penned by cole : i use he / him pronouns , i'm 24 years old , & my current timezone is bst / gmt + 1 .

a basic / shortened version of my rules page can be found under the cut if you're unable to access a desktop !

feel free to fill out the interest tracker to let me know you're down to interact & give me an idea of what you're interested in !

you can also find a permanent plotting call & shipping call ; give 'em a like & i'll slide into your dms to discuss something

THREAD TRACKER | PLAY/LISTS | AES BOARDS

you may know me from my other roleplay blog @hishedonism — i plan to split my time between here & there, though i'll be focusing on nick & dylan for a while !

content warnings are as follows : nsfw / sexual content, violence, gore, alcohol & drug use, and body horror. nick's backstory contains elements of domestic abuse, which isn't detailed but may be discussed in threads. one of my interests when it comes to these two is the exploration of their post - game trauma & the ptsd they deal with as a result, & so this will be heavily featured in my writing.

i love shipping, but please respect the characters' sexualities — nick is bisexual & open to shipping with any gender, but dylan is exclusively gay & will only develop romantic / sexual relationships with male & potentially masc nb muses.

i write in small text with occasional bolds, italics & coloured text. i default to present - tense & write exclusively in third person.

i don't generally rp on discord or other platforms, but if a thread is deemed too dark or potentially triggering for the dash or if a partner prefers to write smut on discord, i'm happy to do so under those circumstances. i'm also always happy to chat ooc & plot using discord — you can add me at haloblues ! just let me know who you are when you do ♥

i am so incredibly fine with duplicates ! if you're a nick who wants to write with my dylan or vice versa, please don't hesitate to hit me up. other than that i don't write twin verses etc. but i'm always down to chat ooc :)

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Dylan Lenivy

Ideal Date Headcannon ♡

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Fifty-Nine Days ☆ ♡

59 days. It takes Dyaln Lenvi 59 days to fall for you and one moment to turn it to hell

Ryan Erzahler

Always You ♡

A game of truth or dare goes sour for one half of the group, but thank the gods, yours goes amazing

Nick Furcillo

Mine ☆

Kinktober day eleven, breeding

Max Brinly

Make Me Feel Good ☆

Kinktober day five, blindfold

Jacob Custos

Please ☆

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ꪆৎ REQ INFO

𝜗℘ are reqs currently open? Yes , No

ꪆৎ What I do write ; smut, fluff, angst, pretty much any genre, ships, x any gender reader, drabbles, headcanons, fics

ꪆৎ What I don’t write for ; proship, pedophilia, noncon, large age gap, anything weird

⟡ my fandoms !

ꪆৎ the quarry

⟡ dylan lenivy x (male + gen neu characters/reader)

⟡ ryan erzahler x (any gender characters/reader)

⟡ jacob custos x (any gender characters/reader)

⟡ nick furcillo x (any gender characters/reader)

⟡ kaitlyn ka x (any gender characters/reader)

⟡ emma mountebank x (any gender characters/reader)

⟡ abigail blyg x (any gender characters/reader)

⟡ laura kearney x (any gender characters/reader)

⟡ max brinly x (any gender characters/reader)

ꪆৎ until dawn

⟡ josh washington x (any gender characters/reader)

⟡ beth washington x (any gender reader)

⟡ hannah washington x (any gender reader)

⟡ jessica riley x (any gender characters/reader)

⟡ ashley brown x (any gender characters/reader)

⟡ matthew taylor x (any gender characters/reader)

⟡ chris hartley x (any gender characters/reader)

⟡ emily davis x (any gender characters/reader)

⟡ micheal munroe x (any gender characters/reader)

⟡ samantha giddings x (any gender characters/reader)

ꪆৎ arcane

⟡ any character x (any gender characters/reader)

exception; vi and caitlyn strictly x fem reader

ꪆৎ squid games

⟡ s1 + s2 characters x (any gender characters/reader)

ꪆৎ CURRENT REQS

⟡ jinx x reader

⟡ tending the pastures ( sam x f!reader )

⟡ first kiss with councilors ( quarry x reader ) done ✅

⟡ backseat tunes ( josh x reader )

⟡ dating beth washington ( beth x reader )

⟡ morning announcements ( dylan x tmasc!reader )

⟡ friends with benefits ( josh x reader )

⟡ a long time coming ( nick x f!reader )

⟡ pet names with the councilors ( councilors x reader )

[prpfz]

18+ female looking for an 18+ partner for the fandom The Quarry!🌑🐺

i’m looking to pair my female oc up with Nick Furcillo! tropes and boundaries will be discussed in dms!

this’ll be oc x cc double up, so please bring your ocs! i love seeing how creative people are! (i will not accept ocs below the age of 18)

this’ll be in tumblr dms, please do not ask for a discord or any other platform! i will not budge on this.

nsfw/smut will be skipped over per MY comfort, however i am fine with nsfw jokes and/or mentions. i will not budge on this!

I am fine with ooc talk, so please share your headcanons, memes, tidbits of your every day life! i love friending my writing partners!

i can do a minimum of 2 -4 paragraphs, length and detail varying depending on my energy. i do not mind if you can’t mirror, just no one liners or unfair line distribution (more for your side, less for mine)

this is all i can think at the moment, will reach out once liked!

give a like and anon will get back to you

[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.

[montysstuffs]

The boys and their kinks 💕

AN: I literally did this in an hour. There’s probably so many mistakes. I’m sorry. Y’all don’t kill me, but I think Nick is an absolute sleaze ball. Y’all saw how rough he was being with our girl Abi! I know Dylan’s isn’t that long and I do apologize. I’ll write more next time!

TW: breeding kink, dacryphilia, body worship, sensory deprivation, humiliation, public play, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), praise kink, edging, overstimulation, role reversal.

Ryan: He’s my bias, you guys. I love him and will not accept any criticism of him.

Body worship: It goes two ways with him. He’s so touch starved (more than he would like to admit). If you kiss him unexpectedly, his mood will instantly change. He wants to touch every inch of you. He grabs hungrily at the fat of your thighs and ass. The shy demeanor completely melting away when you two are alone. Or better yet, dragging your fingernails slowly against his skin, or under his shirt. Makes our sweet boy feral. Sensory deprivation maybe): He wants you to be tied down and blindfolded while you listen to an erotic audio. You bare all to him. This is what he likes the most. None of the fleeting glances. Not undressing you with his eyes. Just you spread eagle and waiting for him. Anticipating his every move. He finally got to look at you in all of your glory. He can’t help himself but to reach out and touch you. His fingertips grazing over your soft belly, towards your hips. He mind softly as your breath hitches. His reaction is to pinch softly at the rolls there. Savoring every whimper you have. He can feel your body heat up in embarrassment. Smiling to himself, he whispers, “it’s okay baby. I’ll take good care of you.” Knowing you can’t hear him was the best part. He could say every obscenity that has ever crossed his mind about you, and you wouldn’t have a clue. Breeding kink: He just can’t help himself. The way you’re panting and moaning under him only makes him want it even more. Besides, you’re so good with kids. A warmth spreads across his body when you are doing activities with the kids. That’s why he’s got you on your back, lookin up at him with those pretty eyes. Tell him that you love him. That he’s so good. As soon as he hears the magic words, he’ll give you every last drop. That’s the ticket

Nick: (y’all when he got bit by a werewolf and became toxic! mean.) He’s an absolute sleaze ball. Literally asks you what kinda panties you’re wearing.

Degrading/praise: This man is so FUCKING VULGAR

“Don’t you hide that cute face from me. i wanna see all of you. I wanna see you make those slutty faces while fuck you.

“Atta girl, take daddy just like that. Let daddy use this body” he has those big hands that cup your face lovingly while his cock splits you open.

Dacryphilia: His favorite position is missionary, so he can see how broken his princess is. It’s quite bittersweet, how he’s so lovingly calling you sweet names. And yet he’s getting his fill of you. It’s almost too much: A perverse smirk crosses his face as he rails into you. Your sniveling was getting him closer and closer to his peak. Your overstimulation resulting in tears should have made him pull away. The tears welling up in your eyes should’ve made him ask what was wrong. But until he hears that safe word, he’ll lick up those tears for you. (Maybe even call you a crybaby while he’s at it). Humiliation: he’s a bit possessive of his territory. possessive boyfriend Nick who always wants to be near you and fill you up with his cum. He’s always stealing your panties when he does so, too. He’s an absolute degenerate. Loves to get a reaction out of his shy girl. Will go as far as pulling you over to the nearest, sturdiest tree, and hiking your skirt/dress up. It’s in the middle of the night, so there’s no chance of anyone catching you. But that doesn’t make it any less exciting. Though, the other counselors may have an idea when you come back to the lodge with

Jacob: I know y’all saw him in that little ass crop top 🥵🥵🥵🥵 and those little ass hoochie daddy shorts. I could just eat him up 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫

Public play: Has no qualms with taking you anywhere. It’s more of the thought that any of the counselors could hear you, that turns him on. He’ll put his fingers in your mouth to “attempt” to silence you. But you both know that he wants everyone to hear. Role-reversal (I guess?): basically, he loves being topped. He’s already so emotionally vulnerable, but when he’s physically vulnerable like this, he’s in heaven. He loves when you put all of your weight on him when you slam down your hips. Loves how your head is thrown back, revealing your beautiful neck. His first thought is to leave you with so many love bites.

Dylan

I headcanon him to be the biggest sub.

Praise kink: Baby honestly just wants a bit of validation. Tell him how good he’s making you feel. How cute and pretty he is when he’s all flustered and needy for your touches and kisses. Every sarcastic comment flying out of his head once you get him alone. Edging: he loves both giving AND receiving the edging. Keep giving him all your lovin until the last minute, then deny this sweet boy his release. Overstimulation: Right after you allow him his release, milk him for everything he’s worth. His salty tears pricking the corners of his eyes and his heaving chest is what sets you over the edge.

[starrsfics]

Nick Furcillo NSFW audios

Warnings: Smutty sounds

Recently I have been soo obsessed with Nick so I HAD to find audios for yall. Keep in mind they do NOT sound exactly like Nick because, well, its not his actor. Regardless, PLS ENJOY! ;)

Best Friend's Little Sister

Daddy's Naughty Little Tease

Reminding You That You're Mine

Stress Relief After Work

[hxckett]

DOWN BAD / NICK F.

summary: nick's wanted to have an intimate moment with you all of summer- all it takes is a werewolf bite to egg him on

tags: smut (minors dni), fem reader, pre-transformation, rough sex, h*nd-h*lding 😨, marking/biting, unprotected sex, breeding kink, cervix kissing, does it count as werewolf sex if it's before he transforms?? idk, aftercare, soft nick <3, manhandling, established relationships

(smut under cut)

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nick huffs out a breath, it was hot and heavy. sweat was plastered to his forehead- he couldn't breathe, a heavy weight on his chest. you sat in the cabin with him, right beside his bed as the others searched for answers. nick was in no condition to be on his feet, so you took to sitting with your boyfriend and keeping an eye on his fever. gently, you press a cold rag to his forehead, and nick lets out a more relaxed sigh. "you're too good for me." the aussie chokes out, and you smile sadly. "we both know that's not true."

"it is. the way i treated you at the pool- in the pool house... it wasn't right-" he coughs a little, trying to breathe in a shuddery breath. you're there for him, giving him a gentle 'shh'. "just focus on getting better. you need rest." you reply, smoothing his sweat-soaked hair back. you didn't have the heart to tell nick that he was probably infected with something, so you were sat in silent hope that he would get better. "i'm sorry." nick mutters, eyes fluttering closed as he leans into your hand. "hey- stay awake for me, yeah?" you shake him a little, and he sighs. "i'm really, really sorry."

"i know, nick. i know. it's okay." you smile as his eyes open- that yellow hue back in them. your breathing hitches, and you tilt your head to look a little closer. "your eyes..." you mutter, and nick furrows his brows. "what about them?" his eyelids flutter closed a few times, and they're back to that lovely brown hue. "nothing.. they're just a little bloodshot... get some rest, babe. i'll be right here." you smile, gently stroking his cheek with your palm. nick smiles weakly, heaving out a raspy breath. "i love you." he strains out, and you repeat the words with no hesitation.

nick's back arching suddenly makes you jump, and he groans with pain. "nick? nick, what's wrong?" you panic, grabbing his hand to stable him. your lover's eyes are screwed shut as he yells out in agony, fingernails digging into your skin. "nick-!" as quick as it started, he slumps again, and you let out a relaxed breath. "are you alright?" you ask softly, and he groans softly. "i think so.." he breathes out, running a hand over his face. "my poor baby..." you frown, tucking some stray hairs behind his ear.

your words make him whine, and your heart sags to see him in so much pain. "i promise, once the others are back, we're gonna get you some proper help." you say, squeezing his hand. nick nods, tugging you a little. "lay with me?" his brown eyes open once more, and he knows you go weak when he gives you the puppy eyes. "fine. scoot over." nick immediately shuffles over on the bed, and you join him above the covers. rolling onto his side, nick wraps you up in his arms, holding you to his chest. "i'm not gonna leave you, nick.." you tell him, kissing his collarbone gently. "i know. thank you." he smiles, weakly, nuzzling your hair.

the smell of your shampoo, albeit faded, drives him wild... burning in his chest, he furrows his brows, inhaling a bit more. "nick..?" you mumble, looking up slightly. "hm?" he feigns innocence, "are you feeling okay?" your question makes him nod. "yeah, i'm alright. you're just wearing the shampoo i like." giving you a cheeky grin, nick kisses your forehead- and you go back to resting your head on his chest. "it's just strawberry." you giggle, and he nods. "i like it."

nick takes another soft breath, his hands tightening on your back as he subconsciously pushes his hips forward. you take it as him wanting to be closer, so you hook a leg over his lithe hips, pressing your body flat against his. smiling, your boyfriend slips a hand under your shirt to rub your back; something he did when you two were cuddled up like this. another wave of this strong emotion hits him, and he lets out a strangled noise this time. "babe?" you ask, hand running over his side. "i'm okay.." he assures you again, closing his eyes as he tries to calm his breathing.

"you poor thing... i promise we're gonna get you help." you tell him, and nick lets out a small, rather animalistic whine. "i'm here, just focus on breathing." your words almost soothe nick, but that damn feeling strikes him again. "i- shit." he stammers, tanned skin flushing red as his nails dig into the flesh of your back. "ow- hey..!" you exhale, resting your hands on his chest. "does it hurt?" you furrow your brows, and he shakes his head. "it's not that- it's something else.." he tells you.

"describe it?" you suggest, gently petting his chest as he peels open his eyes- which had gone fully yellow by now. deciding not to mention it, you wait patiently for nick to find his words. "it's uh... god- it's almost like i'm horny..? as weird as it is to say-" he trails off, and you nod slowly. "horny?" he confirms it with a nod, forehead bumping yours. "it's like my body's burning up- feeling you here next to me is helping a little but- fuck. it keeps coming back stronger.." nick whimpers, and you raise your hand to his cheek to soothe him.

"i don't think we should... you're injured." you tell him, trying to ignore the way his jeans press into your shorts. "nick-" you're interrupted by him when he lets out a small moan, it goes straight to your crotch. "nick, you're hurt.. and if the others see us..." nick shakes his head. "i don't care- i locked the door. please, i need you." the way his voice breaks during the last part is what makes you break, and you nod, whispering a small 'okay'. your boyfriend is immediately on top of you, teeth nipping your neck as he tugs your shirt off roughly. both of you had never gotten this far with each other, only ever making out and leaving hickeys on each other in private over the two months you two finally spent alone together (well- as alone as you both could be). nick lets out a soft groan into your flustered skin as he grinds into you, hands trailing up to your bra.

the way his large hands palm at your tits makes you whimper, yet nick eats up the noise with his own mouth as he kisses you passionately. "fuck, babe- i've been wanting to do this to you all summer." he admits, voice rough as he leans down to your neck once more- tongue dragging up to your jaw just to make you squirm. "r-really?" you pant, locking legs around his hips. nick lets out a confirming hum, sitting up with you to reach around your back, unclasping your bra clumsily. you help him tug it off, and he throws it to the corner of the room. "fuck, you're so gorgeous."

nick's words make you giggle breathily, butterflies fluttering in your stomach as he leans down to suckle hickeys along your chest. your fingers slip into his hair instinctively, massaging his scalp and making him moan. with the two of you still sat up, you take the opportunity to pull nick's shirt up, and your eyes immediately fall onto his injury. "nick- your gash." you gasp, running your fingers over his now perfect freckled skin. "hm? oh shit.." he mutters, looking down at where your fingers were. "guess we won't need that doctor." your boyfriend grins, pushing you so you were lay down and pressing kisses along your collarbones.

clumsy hands tug your shorts off, and you do the same to his jeans. "fuck, baby.." nick mutters, gently biting your neck- not hard enough to leave a mark, but hard enough so you felt it. "never knew you were into biting." you tease, running your hands over his shoulders and down his back. nick hums, tongue tracing over where he bit as he pulls his cock from his boxers, watching you strip off your panties. "do we have lube?" he asks, and you hum. "this is technically jacob's room..." you trail off- a mixture of jealousy and pride fills nick.

he doesn't want you in contact with jacob at all- even if it means you not touching his sheets- but the idea of taking you for the first time on jacob's bed? that set something ablaze in him. "aha!" you smile, pulling a small bottle of "cola flavoured lubricant" from the small table. "there's no condoms. he must of ran out- plus they'd be too small for you." you humour nick, and he chuckles; kissing you as he takes the lube from you. pressing your foreheads together, he looks down between you both before dripping some of the lube onto your exposed cunt. you gasp a little at the feeling, laughing breathily. "that's cold..!" you giggle, kissing the corner of nick's mouth sweetly. he smiles, lathering up his hardening cock before tossing the bottle away. jacob wouldn't mind.

"ready?" your lover asks, and you nod, locking fingers with him. "ready.." with your consent, nick slowly eases into you; making you whimper. immediately, your walls grip him, and nick exhales into your neck; burying his face into your sweet flesh. "oh, fuck-" you choke out, tossing your head back as your thighs squeeze his hips. "you're so tight." nick moans, carefully rocking into you- his tip immediately pressing against your cervix. you whimper at how full he makes you feel, hands breaking free from his so you could cradle his jaw. "that feel good?" nick grins, ghosting a kiss over your lips. leaning into his subtle kiss, you nod, not trusting your tongue to produce any formable words.

nick curses as he begins to thrust carefully at a short yet hard pace, making your body jump a little with each harsh push. "mhh- nick..!" you whine, thumbs running over his smooth skin as you pant against his mouth. the position is so intimate, with your thighs spread around his hips, his chest pressed against yours and your hands cradling his face- nick craves it. kissing you, he speeds up a little; groaning into your mouth as his tongue meets yours. your hands slip from his face and around his head, arms hugging his neck as you kiss back just as desperately.

your sudden soft moan makes nick jolt- that feeling increasing as he fucks into you even harder. "moan again." he demands, yellow eyes peering straight into yours. with every rough thrust of his hips, you let out a lust-filled noise, it drives him insane. "nick- oh god, nick!" you moan for him, and he grins- biting your bottom lip. as soon as he loosens his teeth, it snaps back into place, small indents of his teeth on your plush skin. nick groans loudly, it comes out almost distorted and inhuman. "nick.." you exhale, nails digging into his shoulders to ground yourself.

"you feel so good." nick grunts, accent thickening as he kisses you once more. you whimper against his lips, making nick grip your thighs tightly as he pulls your legs up- almost bending your body. as soon as you both break away for air, you moan again, and he grins. "that feel good, princess?" nick teases, adjusting his grip on you so he was holding just under your knees- bending your legs further so he could fuck into you even deeper.

the way you let out a strangled whine turns nick on even more, and he pushes your knees completely to your chest; adoring how you bent so willingly. "fuck, babe. you look so good." nick moans, rocking into you harder. you practically sob with pleasure, hands gripping jacob's sheets tightly as you tilt your head back into the pillows. the sight sends nick into a frenzy, and he hooks your legs over his slender shoulders, leaning down a little to latch onto your neck, hard.

the way he sucks and growls into your skin makes you keen, back arching up into his chest as you grasp his hands tightly; stabilising yourself a little. "harder-!" you beg, and your lover almost freezes, but obliges soon after. the feeling of his hips knocking into yours compared to the bite on your neck drives you insane, and your moans pick up in volume; even going up an octave. "right there- oh god, nick; right there!" lewd noises leave your mouth as nick fucks you, knuckles practically going white as he grips your hands in his own.

when he finally pulls away, a dark blue and purple mark is extremely obvious considering where he bit you- right under your jaw. anyone would see it. "fuck-" he moans, licking over the hickey to solidify in his mind that it was there- you were his. nick's thrusts turn practically inhumane as he picks up speed, groaning constantly. he can't pull his eyes from the brand on your neck, it's sending him into a spiral. snapping, he shoves your legs from his shoulders and grabs your hips, making you yelp as he forces you over and onto your knees. the strength he portrayed was nothing like nick had ever shown you, and you knew it wasn't right- but you trusted him in the moment.

with your head down and ass up, nick pushes back into you, licking up your spine to make you squirm. "fuck-" you moan, clutching the pillow under you tight as your body jolts forwards with each sharp snap of nick's hips. "god damn- you're so fucking tight!" nick mutters, panting against your back. "so fucking perfect around my cock- god damn-!" his choked words cause you to fluster as you sheepishly push your hips back with each thrust. you're too drunk on lust and passion to say anything to him, listening to his rambled praise instead. "oh, fuck baby- fucking- shit! oh god, i need to knock you up." nick's words catch you off guard, and you can't help but moan and squeeze his dick tight. "oh yeah? you like that, huh? want me to fuck a baby into you, hm?" nick teases, loving the way your cunt grips him.

"yes, yes!" you yelp out, words slightly slurred from pleasure. "of course you do. you're such a little whore for me. all for me. god, you're gonna look fucking perfect all swollen with my child- hell, i might put multiple in you..." nick grunts, words choked and choppy. "nick..!" you moan out his name loudly, reaching back to snatch his hand; intertwining your fingers into his. this reels nick back in a little, but he continues with his baby frenzy.

"you're gonna look so fucking good- baby's gonna be so cute; look just like you." he mutters, kissing your shoulder as his thrusts turn quick and shallow. "i want it so bad, babe. wan' a family with you.. want pups- fuck-!" his voice breaks, and you moan softly. "please." is the only word nick needs to hear as he fucks you senseless. "yea- yeah, i'm gonna fucking knock you up. fuck, gonna give you such beautiful kids..! i love you." nick whimpers out, biting your shoulder blade harshly; leaving the indents of his teeth behind. "nick- nick, 'm gonna-!" you warn, back arching under him.

"give it to me, baby. please, god, please i need it." nick moans desperately, slipping a hand under your hips to rub at your clit. the way your breath stammers, your hips stutter, your moans break and raise in volume- it was all too much. his cock swells, and he practically bursts right when your cunt spasms, wetting his cock with your cum. "mmh-! oh, fuck.." you moan out, voice soft as you feel his cum seep deeply into you.

nick catches his weight before he crushes you, sweaty forehead resting against your back. the two of you come down from your highs together, and eventually- after he had been drained, nick pulls out. you lay down, rolling onto your side as your boyfriend flops down next to you, still panting slightly. sharing a sweet smile with him, you kiss his lips softly; noting how his eyes held no yellow. "you really want a family?" your words are sweet, but he can tell you're teasing him by the way you grin. "shut up..!" nick blushes, hiding his face in your marked neck. you laugh softly, combing your fingers through his messy hair. "don't worry, babe. maybe in the future when we finish college we can start one." you mutter into his ear, and nick's heart blooms. he was down bad for you.

[dreamqueenkala]

Hii! Do you think you mind to do the quarry boys' kinks headcanons? You can do it as gn if you'd like to. Thanks (really enjoy your works btw hehe x)

Headcanon Series #2

The Male Counselors and their Kinks

{MINORS DNI 18+ ADULT CONTENT BELOW READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION}

MAX BRINLY

Collaring/Manhandling—As much as the guy loves to appear like the protective, strong, dominant male in public, in bed he’s a total sub. He loves to feel your hands on the back of his neck forcing him to move a certain direction or keeping his head in place between your thighs. Despite the originally harsh memories it brought up the first time you suggested it(having been a werewolf and all), Max actually adores wearing a collar. Not in public, of course, but at home he’ll gladly kneel or let you drag him around the house by the thick black leather clasped around his throat.

Thigh Riding/Thigh Fucking—Max is a very horny man. If he can’t fuck you right then and there when he’s in the mood, whether it’s due to the location or fatigue or you’re just not up for it at the time, he’ll gladly settle for fucking your thighs in a bathroom stall or over the bed. When you’re the one that’s needy, Max will gladly lay himself out over the couch or the backseat of the pickup you both own and allow you to ride his thigh til you reach your high. It’s not much of a secret that he can get off to the praise you give him for helping you through your release.

JACOB CUSTOS

Body Worship—It may sound like a strange kink, but honestly it depends how far it goes. For Jacob, he simply wants to shower every inch of you in love. As a man with severe insecurity and a strong desire to satisfy and please those he cares for, he wants nothing more than to make you feel loved and feel comfortable in your own skin at all times. Hence, he’ll shower your thighs, chest, belly, ass, neck—every inch of your body in kisses, bites and murmured praises. When you return the favor by kissing his biceps or his hips or his thighs, the male is left a stuttering, submissive, pink-cheeked mess, his heart swelling with adoration and eyes swimming with awe.

Little Spooning—He may not seem like the kind of guy to enjoy this at first glance, but Jacob adores cuddling. Especially when he gets to be the little spoon. He loves falling asleep with your arms and legs curled around his back like a koala, and he adores resting his head over your chest, hips placed between your thighs as he drifts off listening to your heart thrum and the feeling of your fingers in his hair. It may not necessarily qualify as a kink, but let’s be real, unless you ask him to Jacob is more than likely gonna be the biggest golden-hearted teddy bear ever—even during sex.

RYAN ERZAHLER

Hair Pulling—As soft spoken and mysterious as he may seem, Ryan has a bit of a dark side in the bedroom. Sure, he’s touch starved and awkward most of the time, but once he’s grown comfortable enough with you he’s bound to tell you all his dirty fantasies in extreme detail. His favorite, of course, is grasping a fistful of your hair, a familiar lust-ridden smirk settling on his face everytime you moan or whimper with a tug here and there. He’s a softie, though, so he’s bound to cuddle and soothe you after a deep session. He may even run his fingers through your soft tresses to soothe your scalp.

Bondage—Ryan LOVES bondage, more specifically, you tying him up. Despite how rough he can be in bed and on the occasion that he lets you lead, his only request is that you bind him. Granted, he finds being unable to touch you while you ride him or he’s forced the devour you incredibly arousing, but he mainly asks because he knows watching you bounce in his lap and hearing the sweet whimpers leaving your perfect pink lips may be too much for him to resist. When it comes to you, he has no control. For your sake, I suggest you learn how to tie a good knot.

NICK FURCILLO

Degradation—He is deeply in love with being talked down to. That’s right, he wants to be degraded. He’s a bit of a soft Dom, fucking you slow and gentle with powerful thrusts, but when he’s edged you far too long, it’s perfectly normal for you to lose your cool. “Pathetic, you can’t even fuck me like you mean it. Needy bitch.” That strikes a chord in him that has his hips hammering into your own and his teeth digging into your shoulder, whimpers muffled against your skin. You talk your shit and he’ll have your hips bruised from the sheer force of his thrusts jackhammering against you. You won’t be able to move for at least three days.

Cockwarming—Nick is shy, that much is certain, and that also means that he’s not likely to voice his desires often, especially in public. Once you’ve been together long enough, you start to pick up on his tells, and eventually work your way into convincing him to speak up. He’ll tell you after one sweet intimate night that he’s been dying to stay buried inside you—the next night you let him. He’ll be wrapped around you, cock buried between your thighs and still pulsing inside you slightly as you both drift off. When he wakes, often after you’ve already woken, he’s likely to find you enjoying your own morning, your hips rolling against his own. He doesn’t last long then.

DYLAN LENIVY

Edging—Dylan is a HUGE tease. Absolutely 100% the biggest tease you’ll ever meet. He’ll toy with you in public once you’re together, working you up and then leaving you dry. It’s his favorite thing to watch your cheeks warm with both embarrassment and arousal, your thighs clenched and your hands tugging your shirt down over your hips. When he’s got you in bed, the man will push you to your limits. He loves the feel of you clenching around his fingers or tongue, watching your cheeks flush and hearing you whimper. It’s got him throbbing in his own jeans painfully, edging you with his mouth over and over and over again til he’s got you begging him to fuck you, tears of overstimulation and desperation in your eyes. At that point, Dylan will kiss them away and pepper you with the most affectionate praise, finally fulfilling your wish.

Sensory Deprivation—Dylan isn’t really a very “kinky” person, per se, however, he does have good taste. As a man of science(even though most of it revolves around physics), he’s got quite a bit of knowledge in anatomy. He’s well aware what the limits to one’s senses are and fully intends to test them in bed. Not on you, but rather on himself. He’ll have you tie a blindfold around his eyes, and occasionally he’ll have you cover his ears with noise canceling ear muffs. You’ll have to guide him, then, because he can’t see or hear, but whether you’re riding him or he’s fucking you into the mattress, the sensation is a thousand times more pleasurable than normal. He typically doesn’t cum first, but in that situation, he’ll cum twice before you have the opportunity to cum at all.

[dumps-write]

Aftermath: Side Effects

Dylan Lenivy x Male Reader

Synopsis: After Dylan almost killed you in his werewolf form, you both return to the lodge but Dylan had other plans after cleaning wounds and blood, quite the abnormal and animalistic one.

TW // Explicit Sexual Content —READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION, Teensy Guilt Angst, Violence at the start, First Aid Corny Jokes, Author does not know if potrayed Dylan correctly, Kaitlyn gets to see somethings she does not want to see, Reader has an attitude, Established Relationship with Dylan Lenivy.

Sexual Warnings // Rough!Dominant Top Dylan, Anal Sex, Eating Out, Unprotected Sex, Lubeless Sex/Saliva as Lube, Bareback, Cum Filling/Breeding, Marking, Biting, Overstimulation, Dylan goes overboard, Butt Squeezing, Sex with Werewolf Instincts (Hinted), Sleepy Sex, Rough Sex, Possessive Sex, Prostate Stimulation. (Tell if I forgot to tag anything.)

A/N: This is the first I've written smut other than the people I'm used to write for so please give feedbacks and improvements tips about like Dylan's Personality cuz this is beyond my comfort writing zone (which I'm trying to widen.) This idea came to me when I saw Dylan still having his humanity before turning rather than Nick/Emma who were aggressive as fuck. So in turn Dylan had a drawback moment and needed to release frustrations and anger or stuff through intercourse (IK KINDA WEIRD IDEA).

You let out ragged breaths as Were-Dylan was on top of you, a painful whimper slipped out of your tongue as his teeth sank into your shoulders — struggling immensely as you reached for the shotgun loaded with silver bullets that Kaitlyn left you with. A scream was trying to get out of your throat as you felt blood spill from where the werewolf broke skin. The tip of your fingers was touching the shotgun as you tried to grab the silver-loaded firearm — turning it against Were-Dylan’s head, your finger prepared to pull the trigger....

“I—AH! Fuck, Dyl.. Dyl! Please, I'm sorry..!” you cried out, closing your eyes with a deep intake of air.

A sob slipped from your lips, fingers tight around the trigger — till the sound of blood splash made you suddenly shoot your eyes wide open, you were now face-to-face with a human Dylan biting into your bloody, messed up arm — His mouth slowly pulling away from your skin, awkwardly as his eyes confused staring into your irises. “Uh...?”

Dylan looked slightly over to the left as he was met with a shotgun pointed into his face, “AHHH!!!” he screamed bloody murder, getting away from you as soon as possible, — Your eyes wandering up to his clothes tattered up with red surrounding his skin to his terrified expression and his teeth dripping blood.

“Wha— W-What are you doing?! WHAT WAS I DOING?!” He panics, breathing uncontrollably and looking distressed as he tries to remember what actually happened. Water welled up in your eyes as you sucked in large breath

“Dyl...”

You clutched your bleeding arm, “W-Well, you were about to turn me into your 5-star gourmet, that's for sure. Hah..” you joked, a warm expression on your face before wincing from the bleeding pain as tears fell from your eyes, not totally from the pain but from the relief you felt when he turned back.

Your hands flew up to your bleeding shoulder, as you hiked yourself up with your healthy arm and threw the shotgun further. “Y/N...”

“Y/N — b-babe, I didn't mean to, I was just—” Dylan started, hyperventilating as he repulsed at the taste of iron embedded on his tongue.

“That wasn't you, Dyl, don't mention it.” You solace, cutting the man of his upcoming pity speech which you didn't really need right now.

Dylan's bloody face showed a regretful expression.

“Hey, it's fine but can you please help me before we go over what happened. Cuz.... I really need a hand, or a non-bleeding arm.” You jest, to which made Dylan stand up eventually and finally brought a smile back to his face.

“Oh my god, I'm hurt — I need a tall, wise-cracking man to come save a gallant in distress” You acted, wailing falsely as you rolled your eyes in the back of your head and leaning your head back as an addition to your IRL stage play to which Dylan responded with a humorous laugh and walked over.

“I didn't expect you to be into that.” Dylan said mischievously, guilt is still written over his face but he's still the Dylan Dylan you know of.

“Into what?” You asked, eyes wandering into his as he leaned down, sliding his arm below your injured body before he lifted you up bridal style with ease, shocking you — “Woah, there — Easy....” you gasped out, hand still in your shoulder and a surprised expression at his strength.

“—Into kinky werewolf biting.” he mumbled near your face, snickering under his breath making you look up at his face and hitting him on his mostly-revealed chest; staining his revealed skin with even more blood in the process — and somehow he still managed to keep you balanced in his arms.

“Shut up.” you huffed at his unnecessary joke, earning you a laugh. “Also, how are you like lifting me so easily like this?” you asked, confused at his immense strength and stability.

“Remaining werewolf power!” He said, voice full of energy and looked at you as he curved his eyebrow sexily at you — you look at him strikingly and fake disgusted expression at that. “We can now definitely have powerful werewolf se—”

“Oh my god, do not finish that sentence. I'm starting to wonder if a frown on your face is better now.” You gave him the keening look at his inappropriate jokes while blood is leaking from the injury his were-teeth gave, leaving a trail of blood as he walks you back on his arms into the direction of the lodge.

Dylan joked around while walking towards the large house, some inappropriate, some actually funny and some out of pocket. You just rolled your eyes at him and told him that he's unbelievable. Cuz yeah, imagine forgetting that you were inches close to putting silver into his brain or the fact that you almost became wolf chow. I mean, as much as you'd like to remind him — his guilty face also made you feel guilty in a way that what if almost putting a bullet through his head was selfish of you... It was survival though, right?

After putting up with Dylan’s snarky remarks and clownery, a relieved sigh came out of your throat when you were met with the sight of the lodge. “Okay, big boy, you can put me down now — I still have legs, but thank you..., though.”

You tapped Dylan’s chest softly.

But the unexpected happened and Dylan pulled you closer, his grip tightening against you — your eyes widened and laughed it off awkwardly as one of Dylan’s jokes. “Okay, Dyl- Ha ha, very funny and werewolf-y.” you respond with a short-lived chuckle.

“You smell so...”

Dylan’s voice got cut off by a certain girl though, “Hey you guys! Are you both okay?” Kaitlyn called out, waving as she managed to spot both of you in one of the windows earlier.

“Oh my god, Y/N— What happened?!” Kaitlyn freaked, looking at your wound with a worried expression. She walked over to you, reaching out with her hand and Dylan flinched immediately and protectively caged you away from the approaching and getting-a-bit-to-handsy friend.

“Almost got killed by werewolf boy here.” You said, eyes going dumbfounded at the prank Dylan was playing right now, you already told him to let you go once but it seemed like his brain is still undergoing rewiring still.

“Woah, woah, buddy — You good?” Kaitlyn said with widened eyes as she backed away slowly with her hands up like a waving white flag when he started growling under his breath.

“Dyl? Dylan? DYLAN!”

That shout managed to somehow wake up Dylan from his weird trance and got his brain juice up and running. “Okay, okay. Sorry, um— What was happening? Oh, Kaitlyn!” he calls her as if nothing just happened, a genuine smile on his face as he finally loosened his grip on you before putting you down after you told him a second time.

Kaitlyn uncomfortably smiled as she went on to lead you back to the lodge with Dylan just trailing right after like a puppy fetching his stick. Kaitlyn couldn't help but look back at Dylan from time to time as her guard was fully up from the earlier scenario. Honestly, you weren't as bothered as much because it seems like the lack of sleep and exhaustion had taken a toll on you.

“Kait, you can help find the others— I can rest at the nursery, I'm assuming that every one of those werewolves turned back already.” You instructed as Kaitlyn helped you up the stairs, she took a peek back at Dylan before looking at you seriously.

“Are you sure that I should leave you with him? Why are you not freaking out about earlier when Dylan looked like he was about to take you back to the forest where he can feast on your organs!” Kaitlyn whispered to you, the last part of the sentence getting a bit too loud which Dylan could catch, she turned back momentarily to Dylan again to find out he was now glaring at her.

“See?” her mouth projecting suspiciously at Dylan.

“It'll be fine, probably still got the instincts, something like that.” you whisper back as she help you through the hallway as Dylan still follows. “Take care of him, alright?” She said earnestly, nudging your scary boyfriend hesitantly. She let you go as you trudged the rest of the way to the nursery room, grunting at the burning pain of the wound. Dylan insisted he could carry you again but you dismissed the idea and said that it was just a few meters left and just like that Kaitlyn vanished to look for the others.

Arriving at the nursery room, you sat down on one of the beds and asked Dylan: “Hey Dyl, can you um grab the first aid? If it isn't used up then there should still be some betadine or some hydrogen peroxide. If not, then um..... towel and warm water would do.” You employed a warm smile on your face. You couldn't help but keep your eyes away from Dylan's still half-naked bloody body and then you remembered something after Dylan's agreement: “Okay.”

“Actually, get some bandages or gauzes as well and just bring a towel so we can wipe the blood off of you.” You added, leaning back against the headboard; trying to get comfortable

“Why? So you can see my body more clearly, hmm?” he teasingly articulated — swaying his hips left to right and a shit-eating grin plastered on his face, to which you respond with a roll of the eyes. “Sure.”

“C'mon, babe — why the long and cold face.” Dylan huffed annoyed, tapping his foot irritably at where your sense of humor went. He sat down next to your bed, and held your hand — placing his hand over on your moderately bleeding arm. “Lost of blood.” You answered honestly, as you did not really know how to answer his rhetorical question.

“Just go get it. Promise that we'll bond over later how you almost ate me after we get properly fixed and dressed.” you sighed tiredly, eyes wandering to your held hands, squeezing slightly and sniggering a bit.

“Hey, I can still eat you later — If you know what I mean~” He goads, winking twice at you and rubbing circles on your hand with his thumb to which you just slumped and gave up trying to be serious with him for once. You love his funny personality, but he should really keep it when you're not about to bleed to death in this small bed.

“Dylan. Just get it, I'll be happy to hear your flirty remarks and jokes after I don't look like a bleeding animal.” You stated, a long exhale coming out of your lips to which Dylan just chortled at before he finally stood and went to be a lamb — finally going out of the nursery to get the much needed supplies.

“Kay'” he mumbles before leaving.

“Finally! Took you long enough...” you said, sarcasm dripping from your tone. Dylan groans at your attitude, putting the medical supplies bag down on the floor carefully as well as the towel and bowl of warm water on the bed, being extremely delicate with the water specifically — a wet bed is not easy to clean at all but that's the least of his worries.

“Welp, that's all the remaining med supplies.” he mumbled, looking at you before reaching out and caressing your face softly which you couldn't help but smother your face against his hand even though dried blood is still on it.

“This night’s over finally...” you trailed off, the effects of the recent events putting a heavy weight on your shoulder, you look back at Dylan with a thankful smile before getting up a bit to scan the medical supplies.

“Mmkay.. Let's see here........ Stitches! I forgot to remind you about these earlier as well, hmmm, also cotton and other stuff. Okay, this should be enough. You should go, you know..” Gesturing with your hand in a wiping motion on your face and chest as Dylan got the idea fairly.

“Are you sure you don't need help?” Dylan asks.

“The last time you stitched someone was that one kid who kept crying that you were hurting him and I had to take him off your hands, remember?” you quip with a small smirk, remembering a certain patient from the 2 months you were working in the nurses' office.

Dylan sighed displeased, “He was really annoying alright? Like, he kept saying that this and that was painful, and do I look like a doctor to you?” Dylan coughed out, remembering that specific kid you were talking about with a deep grunt of resentment.

You laughed slightly at his reaction, “Was it that bad really or were you just salty that he had the balls to tell me that he liked me right then and there.” you continued to tease the man, raising a single eyebrow at him — knowing that he was in fact jealous of a kid.

“They were kids dude, calm down.” you snickered loudly.

“Whatever." he dismissed, grabbing the towel and dipping it in the warm water before squeezing it to pump out the excess before slowly starting to clean his bloody body with it — starting with his face of course.

A short laugh slipped out of your mouth as you looked at his pretty face with a shine on your eyes, “Looks like your best asset is finally clean.” you hummed, taking a long-drawn deep breath before grabbing the diluted hydrogen peroxide and applying it on the bite wound. “Fuuuckkk...” you grunted. Deep breath in, deep breath out.

Dylan looked at you, who was in pain before picking the wrong time to respond to your comment earlier. “You know that's not my best asset right?” he remarks, raising his eyebrows at you seductively.

You choke on your spit accidentally causing a hysterical laugh to emerge from the tall man, “Dylan, you are not helping my situation, not even a little bit!” you chastised , a stern glare directed at the laughing Dylan.

Dylan’s laughs were slowly coming into a silence, while you were busy hissing and tearing up from the pain while trying to clean the wounded area.

“Okay fuck, let's do this.” you proclaimed with gritted teeth as you picked up the surgical sutures after sterilizing the area with cotton rubbed with betadine solution

Oh god, this would not be fun or pretty at all.

After minutes of pained whines, muffled hisses and grunts, the perpetual agony finally came to a halt. Dylan couldn't even bear to look at the wound he caused without a surge of guilt running through his pain so he opted to hold your hand as you work the needle through the skin. Dylan had his eyes away the entire time, one hand cleaning his bloody chest, back and leg and his other hand never leaving your own throughout the miniscule operation.

“Oh my god.” You mumbled, exhaling a long breath of relief as the sutures stayed — immediately grabbing the bandages and placing it over the sutured bite.

“You good, babe?” Dylan asks, eyes still wandering in the room in anywhere BUT the injury.

“Yeah, yeah — Just gonna need actual medical assistance later but it should hold.”

“Let me help you clean up, yeah?” You assisted as soon as Dylan gave the nod of confirmation, he handed over the towel as he turned his back on you, humming tunes as you wiped the blood off his skin, dipping the towel on the water occasionally until the liquid slowly turned into a crimson hue.

“Hey, babe?”

A questioning hum left your lips at the call out, “Hm?”

“Why do werewolves separate themselves from friends?”

“Dylan, no.” Giving him a glare pointed at the back of his head.

“Because...” Dylan started, his dimple popping out due to his grin which you could spot.

“It's not mating season!”

He delivered the punchline along with a series of snickers and chortling laughter.

After a while Dylan's laughter died down, to which he noticed you were not saying anything and looked over his shoulder — only to be met with your blank face. “You know, cuz mates.. Uh, equals friends— equals mating therefore mating therefore— dude, you get it...” He spluttered.

“Really?”

“Okay, sorry.” He awkwardly voiced, scratching his head and his face started blushing with embarrassment.

You chuckled at the redness of his ears as he looked down at his hands, to which Dylan heard and wore his shit-eating grin once again.

“And that should be it!” You informed with a smile as Dylan finally turned to you, his chest still on full reveal and everything — You let out a small cheer of celebration as you cleaned yourselves up and got the wound secured with a bandage. Dylan lets out a small laugh at your antics and rubs your shoulder in a loving gesture.

“Okay, DJ Dyl. Now we just have to wait for Kaitlyn to return.” You said with a hefty voice, stretching your healthy arm and cracking your stiff neck from all the still-suturing.

“We could do that... Or? Or... We could do something else? I mean, Kaitlyn is probably gonna be searching for a while.” He hinted, eyes glinting with enticement as he now rubbed your thigh seductively causing you to look at him strangely.

“Really? Really, Dyl? We both were on the brink of death and now you're thinking about having sex? Unbelievable.” You criticized, giving him the judgmental look as he pouted at your harsh tone.

“Come on! What doesn't kill make you stronger, you know?” He rebuked with a grin, as if you hadn't heard that line for the millionth time already — his hand getting well— a bit too handy.

You still looked at him with the 'are you serious?' look but in the end, you gave into him as he somehow always makes you; truth be told, trying to resist Dylan's charms is like trying to resist a bear from killing you which of course is a near-impossible thing.

“We don't have protection and lube — And the bed is too small, I'm on the verge of falling asleep too.” You pointed out the obvious, too which Dylan was still grinning about as if a lightbulb popped out of that brain of his.

“Lube problem could be easily solved, you know.” He said, licking his lips seductively to which you responded with a roll of the eyes but least to say, you do need some relief from all of this; from the horror of this night.

“I'm clean, you're clean and there's a bedroom down the hallway!” He added, an overjoyed cheer coming out of his lips.

“Fine, fine.” you hum in agreement.

Dylan taking that as your consent as go, he got up from the bed — leaving the bloody bucket of water and immediately got to lifting you up from the bed with no problems

“Woah, what the f—” You got cut off by the sudden bold move that Dylan just did, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he carried you as if you weighed like air. Again.

“Did getting infected make you this strong or what?” You shot the man a question as he kept a tight grip on your waist with his arms, his hand wandering down to your buttocks.

“I was always this strong, babe~” he boasts with an annoying smirk on his face.

“Ugh.” Another roll of the eyes was directed at the man.

Dylan carried you over the bed before kicking the door behind him closed, locking it — just to be safe and careful.

You felt your back hit the soft mattress as you gasped at the feeling of the sheets. You could just close your eyes at any moment and you would drift off to the sea of dreams. However, Dylan had other plans and those did not include you sleeping.

“Now now, don't fall asleep on me~” He pouts, undressing you slowly as you groan at him. He was careful with your wound and all and managed to get your shirt off of you, he moved on to the pants , as he was lifting your pants — your knees managed to hit his clothed bulge; causing an erotic moan to shoot out of Dylan.

You looked up at Dylan with foggy eyes and allowed him to do the work, you were too tired to reach or wrap your hands around his back. “I wanna fuck you doggy style, babe!” He whined, as he managed to get you down to your boxers to which he reciprocated by also removing his somehow intact boxers, kicking it off the bed. You looked at his semi-hard cock hanging between his legs, his length barely touching your own underwear.

“Well, too bad then~” You groggily murmur, Dylan went in for a kiss before flipping you over to your stomach, “Hey!—” he laughed as his eyes slowly darkened when your ass was now on perfect display for him.

“You can just take it while I you know, fuck you.” he says in a goofy way with a dopey expression. His hands were touching your cheeks and spreading it. “Shut up and fuck me, Dylan.” you sighed, not really one to beg for it

“Sassy and impatient, hot.” he taunted, Dylan also felt his head getting a bit dazed. He closes his eyes and grunt at something to which you were to relaxed in the bed to notice — Dylan felt weird, something feels different

Dylan pulled down your underwear, leaving it hanging on your knees as his breath hovered over your puckering rim, chill ran down your spine at the cold exhale. You couldn't help but let out a lulled moan at it.

As Dylan's saliva dripped down to your entrance, you felt your head getting into a mist of pleasure. Dylan and you fooled around in camp and before becoming counselors, while you both only really started dating during these two months. You always knew Dylan fucked good but it was always slow, rather tender — he treats you as if you were porcelain honestly but it still felt great but it's always the same old same old.

You let out an audible gasp as Dylan's tongue finally dipped down into your hole, the sleepiness washed away as the one of the most sensitive parts of your body started getting worked.

Your eyes shut closed and chased after the numbing pleasure as the soft muscle increased depth, you squeezed out a few groans here and there as his tongue touched your soft walls — Dylan's approach was rather different than normal, more aggressive and rapid. His large hands were squeezing your ass in a bruising grip as well. A shrill moan left your mouth as you felt him spread your cheeks more and went deeper until he hit your sensitive spot. The obscene slurping sounds bounced of the wall made your head pound and your cock getting hard at the erotic noises.

“Dyl— Fuck... Fuckkkkk..., you're gonna make me cum too fast..” You piped out, a breathy tone surrounding your voice. You felt his tongue pull out so suddenly, before moving his mouth to your taint then to the back of your balls. He mouthed at it, your knees buckling back at the feeling of his teeth scraping sensitive skin.

“I'll fuck the attitude out of you.” He whispered with a tone with an underlying bite before pulling away and spitting at your wet hole.

Fuck.

It was not like you to find that sentence hot but something about it flared up that warm feeling at the pit of your stomach, this was different though from the soft, caring and tender Dylan you knew.

Dylan's head was throbbing, it's as if humanity turned off inside of him while something animalistic turned on.

Dylan lined up his own dick at your saliva-slick rim. You felt your knees tremble as you felt his head pressing against you.

“Dylan, your fingers firs— I don't think—!”

He eagerly thrusts into you with force, his hearing was blocked off as he only cared about you, mind drifted off as when Kaitlyn got too close to you — she touched you too much when walking up the stairs.

The painful thrust shocked you as you felt your body jolt and hit the bed. Dylan's shadow loomed over your body as you felt him leaning down to your back, kissing upwards before biting down hard on your shoulders.

The first few thrusts had pain embedded on them, but your hole managed to adjust fairly well to Dylan’s cock. You were now biting at the sheets — muffling your screams and crumpling it with your fingers.

A purple mark was created as Dylan continued to mark your skin up, his cock even going deeper.

Dylan's breathy grunts could be heard from earshot as you stopped biting on the sheets before letting out a series of high-pitched whines as Dylan made use of you to his heart's content

His hands on your hips were tight as he used you. “Y-You... smell— so... fucking... good, babe.” He groans out, you felt the feeling of orgasm about to reach you as your dick sensually rubbed against the bed on each powerful thrust.

Dylan pushed your body flat against the bed, his weight on your back present. Your cock was leaking against the sheets little by little until the downpour started, orgasm hit hard, untouched as Dylan selectively attacked your prostate with each harsh thrust — It continued releasing against the now-sticky sheets; your stomach uncomfortably stained with your own cum.

“D-Dylan A-Already came!” you managed to choke against the dirty sheets. The overstimulation made your cock throb continuously.

Dylan, overtaken by an inhuman force made it so he kept hitting your sensitive bundle of nerves sending each a jolt of overfilled pleasure that your body couldn't handle — till you hear an adamant sigh from the man. You feel yourself get lost in a second orgasm in a bit until Dylan’s hips finally go into a stop as you feel his cock milking itself on your ass. A wave of relief washed over you as his seed flowed into you, your back numbed from Dylan’s teeth-piercing skin.

You feel him pull out slowly, clambering on top of you as he releases breaths of exhaustion.

“G-God, Dyl? What the fuck, dude. No prep at all, plus my back is extra painful now— Not only did you give me a possible limp, but also marks! How the fuck would I explain this to the coming authorities?!" You chastised with a not-so-happy-possibly-im-going-to-kill-you-later huff, also glowering at the dumb guy.

Dylan could barely look at your dissatisfaction.

“Fuck, fuck— I don't know! Something came over me, and I just— I don't know!” he reasoned, trying to find the right words to say but in truth; he was just as confused as you — added with guilt.

“Look, Dyl. I'm not saying I didn't like it — You being rough and controlling and etcetera, is hot and all.. and new.... but give me a heads up first before you go on a weird rampage like that..” You trailed off, softening your tone a bit.

Now you're all sticky and dirty again, semen leaking out of your abused hole and on your stomach. “You clean me up, I swear to god.” you said with a glare as the man looked like he shrunk a little emotionally.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry... wait, shit— I'll go get new towels.” he murmured, rushing on his feet as he tripped on clothes. You sighed at him, a bit shaken up by that. Though yes, it felt good, painful at first; amazing, fantastic after a bit — however this would not be something you would like to explain to the police once they arrive.

“Hello, good sir— the tall, cute man just reassembled my insides— that's why I'm this kind of messy, so we were having kinky wild sex while everyone was getting mauled by bears.” you explained to yourself in a barely-audible voice. Your mind was too jumbled to come up with a proper excuse.

Dylan managed to catch your inner dialogue and snorted too loudly before covering his mouth. He turned around and found your deathly stare against him. It was a frightening sight so he immediately looked away. “S-Sorry.” He quickly apologized for it.

“Just get the towels!” you shouted.

He nodded and went to open the door, not expecting what came next.

Before he could unlock it, the lock of the door turned and in a moment — A blood-curdling scream was heard when Kaitlyn went face-to-face with a fully naked Dylan and his dangling thing, the keys to the room fell to the ground from her shock as she saw something she shouldn't have.

You immediately covered yourself with a blanket.

Behind Kaitlyn was an already-shocked Nick, bloody and all, and in his boxers. One more thing to add to things Nick had to experience or see.

“DYLAN LENIVY, WHAT THE FUCK!!” Kaitlyn yelled loudly as she covered her eyes at the sight.

To his surprise, Dylan’s brain was not functioning properly as he let out a late, un-manliest scream at the sight of his considered best friend and a bloodied-up jock. “SHIT! Sorry!” Dylan said before slamming the door on their faces.

He looked back at you with a horrified expression as you held back your laugh, you covered yourself before anything was seen so you didn't get bothered by it that much. A shuffling was heard behind the door as the two people ran away,

You couldn't contain the immense laughter bubbling from inside of you as you started cackling on top of your lungs.

“Oh my— DYL! I CAN'T. THAT WAS FUCKING— HAHA— HILARIOUS.”

Dylan looked at you aggrieved, “What if I kick you out of this room naked and all dirty huh?” His tone firm, rendering your laughs silent.

“Do a little walk of shame? Hmph.” He tuts, rolling his eyes to the back of his head.

You look at him with a ridiculed smile at his darkened expression.

He drops the serious act in a bit before grinning mischievously, flopping on the foot of the bed as he pulled at your legs threateningly — his devious plan already planted in his mind.

~

“NO! DYL! I swear to go—”