#DEFYXOBLIVION 〉nick necro .

[talentforlying]

”Take my hand.” Nick

OF COURSE he hesitates. hand in hand and knife to back are twins when it comes to the two of them, and there's nothing but the hand of fate to guide the blade, to decide who bleeds. the second he sets foot in the house of secrets, that hand will belong to lovely, murderous nick. maybe some things are better left buried. maybe some people are better left behind.

and maybe this time, with no one in his corner and no team to back him up, he doesn't really have a fucking choice.

' — shit. ' he takes nick's hand, pretending his fingers don't slot PERFECTLY over the coven sigil; that the residual weight of what they might have been together won't forever make his skin tingle. ' don't make me regret this, necro. ' just once.

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[videoxnasty]

@defyxoblivion asked:

M/M/M 10 for Jack, Nick Necro & John Constantine

Jack's moans were muffled by Necro's cock, hands gripping onto the older man's hips for dear life as Constantine thrust into him yet again. They weren't gentle, but the young punk didn't want gentle...he wanted rough, he wanted hard, and these two were more than happy to oblige.

Constantine held him steady, hands gripping Jack, keeping his wobbling legs straight as his cock thrust deep again pushing him forwards, forcing him to take Nick's cock down his throat, gagging around his size.

He could hear their moans, their laughter, their dirty talk all a blur of noise and sound as they manhandled and used him for their pleasure...and Jack was enjoying every single second of it.

[catzclaw]

“The salesman looked at me like I was crazy when I said I needed a headboard with slats so that I could handcuff people to it.” Nick Necro

TFLN meme || Accepting

"No? Really?" Thomas asked taking a sip of his drink. The nerve of some people. It was probably some old as fuck guy who hadn't gotten his dick wet in years. "Why is he kink shaming you in the middle of Ikea? Sounds like shit customer service if you ask me. What kind of bed salesman doesn't know what the slats are for? Can't be for decoration people just use it for kinky sex shit. Everyone knows that. "

[crimefightrmoved]

Not Nick out here as an eighteen year old Robin shamelessly flirting with one of the cops at the crime scene.

     “ Robin! We’re on a case!  “

He glared. Mostly at the cop. Partly at Nick. One would think he’d gotten used to it by now but nope. 

Still didn’t like it. 

     “ Are you working or would you rather be meeting Officer Smiley for coffee tomorrow? “

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favourite  colour :  Teal-- though lime green is a close second. u-u

currently  reading : Oh boy here comes so many books-- ... “The Slob” by Aron Beauregard, “Body Shocks” by various edited by Ellen Datlow, “Experimental Film” by Gemma Files, “Labyrinth of the Dolls” by Craig Wallwork, “The Ballad Of Black Tom” by Victor Lavalle, “Necro Files” by various, “The Book Of Iod” by Henry Kuttner, “Hellraiser: The Toll” by Mike Alan Miller, “The Road To Toon Town” by Gary K. Wolf, “Teatro Grottesco” by Thomas Ligotti, “The Adventures of Mr. Maximillian Bacchus and His Travelling Circus” by Clive Barker, “The Breach” by Nick Cutter, “Anthology of Bizzaro- Vol. 1″ by various, “Crisis In The Red Zone” by Richard Preston, “The Fisherman” by John Langan, “Woom” by Duncan Ralston, “Tender Is The Flesh” by  Agustina Bazterrica, and “Clown In A Cornfield” by Adam Cesare. (ADHD is cruel. Maybe one day I’ll even finish something!)

last  song : "The Drone Racing League” by Gunship

last  series : American Dad (This is cheating. I rewatch it as background noise constantly-- so Seinfeld was the most recent ‘new to me’ that I just finished up along with The Boys Season 3.)

last  movie :  Black Widow

sweet / spicy / savoury :  But why not all three? Nothing says I have to commit to a single flavor profile when all three work so well together. (It’s actually sour. I love sour.)

currently  working  on : ALL THE THINGS I OWE ON HERE. 8) ... and a painting of Poison Ivy and Harley for my friend’s birthday on Sunday.

tagged by : stolen from @defyxoblivion​ and @hexsreality​ :3

Tagging : Yes. 8)

[protectxthem]

@defyxoblivion​ asked: “i’m really glad that you didn’t leave last night.” Nick Necro to Johnny boy

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 | Accepting

“Of course, Nicky.” He chuckles, sitting up in bed and reaching for his pack of cigarettes. “I had fun and I always make breakfast the next day. What are you hungry for?”

[talentforlying]

chin up ] sender lifts receiver's chin to stop them from hiding their tears. Nick

this used to be a sacred thing.

he thinks about that every time they twist the knife in each other, every time he has to beat the seethe of fear and grief to death and slap a sneer over its corpse. or maybe he was always hiding from nick: trying to look cooler, smarter, better than he is. less in love. maybe he has fucked up ideas of what sacred looks like, but nick was GOD to him, once. a long, long time ago, once.

he knows it's a used-to-be and not an is, because he's never tried to hide his face from god.

the houses are extensions of their owners: semi-obedient lapdogs or hellhounds, depending on how they're fed. the house of secrets is the latter, and its jaws are crushing him, letting up just long enough for nick to get a word in edgewise before descending on him again, and again, and again. he's on fucking fire, head ducked against his chest to shield him from the shame of being caught giving in and teeth grit so hard he tastes iron on his tongue. it hurts worse than dying, but he refuses to give up a sound more than is forced out of him, throwing up barriers around all his battered and bludgeoned pride. he will not let nick bloody necro see him cry. he will NOT.

of course, he doesn't have much fucking choice about it with a bruising grip dragging his face up to the sky, eyes watering with pain and frustration as he snarls wordlessly back. this used to be a sacred thing. so was killing sons, once. just ask abraham how his worship felt then.

' like what you see, nicky? feel like the bloody big man in charge? ' he'd bite if he had the angle for it, or spit, or slap — all he can do instead is curse. ' drink it all in, you fucking piece of work! think about how hard i'll be laughin' in hell when you're dying alone. '

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[catzclaw]

 “Your expertise in crazy bitches is needed.”  Nick Necro

TFLN meme || Accepting

"My advice? Stay away from crazy bitches. Don't stick your dick in crazy bitches. Trust me on that one. Second if this is about John, no I can't talk to him for you our kid flooded his upstairs last week and I don't think I can ask him for anything right now." Thomas was trying to get all the most likely shit out of the way. "I don't think he's seeing anyone but he was yelling at Jimmy, that's what we've been calling the demon in the yard, so he's probably single. Other than that I can't give any more specific advice without knowing more info."

[crimefightrmoved]

Nick was all too happy when he found the perfect fathers day gift.

He looks curiously at the box and somehow manages to keep a straight face as he pulled out the shirt to get a better look at the statement printed on it. His first thought being, hm, grey, that’s good and secondly, hm, accurate at least. 

Without another thought, he puts it over his shirt and picks up his mug of coffee and give his boy a quick peck on the top of his head. 

   “ Thank you. “

And proceeds to walk around the manor with the shirt on over his suit for the rest of the day. 

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[crimefightrmoved]

Nick answers the call from his father, out of breath, "can I call you back in a few minutes, dad? I'm committing a murder."

“ Ah. Ah. “ He called out. “ If you don’t explain in the next 20 seconds, I’ll be committing murder, Nicholas. Make the time, boy.” 

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[crimefightrmoved]

Nick is nineteen, and still Robin. He works hard, fights and trains hard. But sometimes he's so exhausted by the end of patrol he crashes in the Batmobile. Despite all the horrors in his life, he's peaceful. He's not snoring, but damn close.

Paranoid and traumatized, there aren't many people Nick feels safe enough to sleep around. Bruce has more than earned Nick's trust, however.

He doesn’t even know he’s there. Or he forgets. Too easily preoccupied by one myster after another. Too busy with the current run of the mill crime tonight to have checked. Not that the boy was any threat to him or any danger but he sometimes forgets that the ride home shouldn’t be quiet. 

They’re always talking, these kids. Always asking. Always fighting hm. Always trying to make him laugh. One thing or the other. It never changes. 

So when he turns his head and sees his fast asleep, it’s his turn to laugh. Gently so as not to wake him. Smiling as he turned his head back to the road and drive as smoothly as he could, given the road. Not wanting to stir him until they got home and he’d have to carry his son to bed.

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[crimefightrmoved]

Bruce, when returning to the batmobile, finds a message left for him. It's from Nick, his idiot son, so that can only be terrible. "Hey dad, just wanted to say, you might get a call from Gotham General's ER. I had to get some stitches for, ahem... shark bites. I'm good, it's all fine. Pretty sure King scared the shit out of those doctors, heh. Still got my leg, so that's good. Just didn't want you to worry. Love you, dad. I gotta go."

He’d just started the car when he hears the message, playing it innocently, thinking it might have been his boy just wanting to catch up. A heavy exhale and a full 1 minute after confirmed that wasn’t the case. 

He leaned back into the chair and pinched his nose through the cowl. 

  “ Pennyone, please check with Dr. Finch that my son wasn’t eaten by a shark. “ 

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