#nicholas lemons

[superfinemen]

[punkeropercyjackson]

'It's normal for guys to be super aggressively sexual and objectify women if they're grown men!!!'So close!It's actually gender essentialism and toxic masculinity

[hexitca-art]

Hello~ I was sick for the whole last week (I'm JUST getting over it) and so here are some sick Wolfwoods lol

I HC WW being a bed-on-the-ground/no-bed frame type

And Vash being an asshole as a bonus

[themanismanflavored]

Been on something of a body horror and gore kick

TW/CW Body horror/gore (art under cut)

Beware! although I think the body horror is pretty tame for some of the shit I’ve seen on the body horror tag

Things featured,

Paul Petscop

Care Petscop

Nicholas Aibuilds

Griff, experiment one, and Aaron (he’s getting shot btw) from incredibox monochrome

[akiratrimochi]

Eating lemon for the first time.

[eefos]

ATJ looks like Tangerine again with the moustache 😭😊

[ladystrallan]

I could write an essay on all the intricacies and nuances of the INSANE relationship dynamic of Peter/Grigor/George. The three of them are so codependent it’s crazy. Like George loves Grigor but also loves fucking Peter (and there’s also a weird power dynamic between them because he is emperor), but she doesn’t love Peter romantically. And Grigor loves George so he hates that she’s fucking Peter, but he can’t hate Peter because he loves him so much (platonically, but maybe not???). And Peter is so oblivious and has been made so entitled to everything by being emperor that he needs them both to be completely and utterly devoted to him, and has never stopped to think that maybe he shouldn’t fuck his best friend’s wife. They’re his friends but he also has so much power over them. It’s simultaneously beneficial and awful for everyone involved. It’s so toxic but none of them can imagine life otherwise. It’s so interesting and it should have been explored more on the show.

[prettyboywolfwood]

enjoy the moment (it won’t last forever) | vashwood | E | read the full fic here, excerpt below with more under the cut

Despite their initial hang-ups at the whole…situation, Nicholas considers this to be good progress. Stellar, even, if he says so himself. Maybe he’s tooting his own horn a little, but anyone who got Vash the Stampede relaxed enough to be spread and glistening between his thighs would too. Good start, but he isn’t done yet.

Nicholas sits back on his knees, resting hands on his thighs with a low whistle-whine in appreciation as he looks the younger Vash up and down.

There’s an airiness to his eyes that doesn’t match up to the Vash he knows. It hurts to look at, to know what’s looming on the horizon for this guy. Nicholas isn’t here to change that path, any deviations from his experiences will have to come by their own hands. No, Nicholas is here to change one thing, and one thing only; a little push and shove where he knows it’s needed.

He stares for longer than he should, eyes tracing familiar yet distant scars. There’s more lost tech on Vash’s body, and where his scars etch beyond raised rough skin there are deeper valleys of scarred skin that appear alien to him. The flush of pink from cheeks to chest gives him that angelic look that Nicholas eats up every time he bears witness to it. Never mind Vash’s clear excitement and what it took to get him like this.

“Do you have to look at me like that?” He says, pathetic enough to make Nicholas reach to pinch at the plush meat of his inner thigh. “Ouch!”

“D’aw, that didn’t hurt for real, did it, sugar?” Nicholas teases as he watches Vash carefully, picking up on the quiver of his lower lip and hitch in his breath. He knows what buttons to push, what can get Vash going. There are bound to be plenty of differences between the Vash he knows and the one laid out before him, but Nicholas is willing to bet that his experiences with his Vash will give way to the perfect blueprint tonight. Laying it on a little thick should be just fine.

Vash shakes his head, tentatively looking him in the eyes. Nicholas searches for hesitation, nerves, any hint that Vash may want to back out. Where he finds none, he smooths over the spot of soft skin where he pinched with the rough pad of his thumb as a sweet apology, with intent to make it sweeter.

“Remember what I told ya. You say the word, and this stops,” Nicholas says, shifting to lay on his belly, Vash’s swollen cock and shiny wetness decorating his upper inner thighs mere inches away from his face. He subconsciously licks his lips, ready to devour and take Vash apart.

He half expects the younger Vash to still, to question and pause their night. What he knows for certain is that things between this Vash and his version of Nicholas are less than experienced together. It’s bizarre to think about another him out there, but he’s old enough to recognize when younger him could’ve used a little push.

Especially about Vash.

However, Nicholas is pleasantly surprised when Vash nods and tightens the grip holding his legs open as Nicholas had instructed him to do earlier.

“I remember. Red. I’ll say that if I need to, but please, Wolfwood—“ Vash’s eyes are glazed with anticipation, a look Nicholas knows well.

And, well. That’s all the encouragement he needs to dip down and finally lap at Vash’s cock with his tongue, lingering to circle around him at a lazy pace.

“—ah, o-oh okay, that’s—“ Vash reels with a shiver, biting into his lip in a vain attempt to quell the noises leaving him, which he would call rather embarrassing.

Good thing Nicholas isn’t concerned with trivial things like shame right now.

[retrograderesemblance]

@faithhearted

It was as much for herself as it was for The Cause even if she liked to pretend otherwise - he wasn't her husband, it would never be like it was with her husband, but pretending as much was cure enough for the longing she'd felt these past years. Whatever sentiments she harbored and whatever sentiments were faux mattered little though in that moment; it didn't change the tangle of limbs and clothing she was with the very man who would have her hanged if he knew her true persuasions in this war.

"I'd hate for you to think I do this with all my guests." She exhaled a laugh, still breathless as their heated pants painted over her skin, their lips still more connected than not.

She moaned pleasurably, shifting beneath the Major just enough to spread her legs further, wanting to feel more of him even if it was futile; he was still buried snuggly between her thighs, but somehow her cunt rhythmically clenching in aftershocks around his lessening hardness wasn't enough. Somehow, the layers of clothes still separating them was maddening.

This isn't real. Patience tried to remind herself, but it proved difficult when the Major had been far kinder to her than she was to him. He wasn't the one committing treason against his King. Still, when Nicholas succumbed to her advances, seemingly just as eager as she was pretended to be - practically tearing her free of her skirts when they surrendered to the paint-stained tarp covering the floorboards, pillows from the settee quickly converted into makeshift bedding propping her hips up for his perusal - she couldn't help but wonder if perhaps she'd done something right this time; perhaps there was intel to be gained rather than lost?

"Have you made up your mind then? On what piece you wish to have as yours?" He'd come here to observe her commissions, her sculptures, her portraitures.

A part of her wished he would damn the art and say that he wished to have her instead.

[spookyboywhump]

I want to set up porcelain dolls hidden around Nicholas' house and also cameras to catch his reaction and then send the videos to Zander

Now Zander is not the kind of person to delight in other people’s fear and suffering, especially after so many years of his own fear and suffering being used as nothing but entertainment for others, he doesn’t like to see people in states of panic or anxiety.

But this? He finds this extremely fucking funny. This has made his fucking day.

[mthevlamister]

this is so nicky 2 me (he should not be smoking he's an idiot with asthma but that does not stop him)

This is Nicky and he uses his inhaler in between puffs :3

[lifefcrged]

@rubiesintherough / nicholas sent a meme. merc! mikkah

❛ i don’t care if someone sees us. i need you, now. ❜

Post job nights for her went one of two ways: either she crashed hard or partied hard. And when it was the latter, she knew she could count on him to ensure a good time was had by all. At least, all those that mattered. Far too many drinks had been had at ... two? Three? Five? Bars? Dancing, and teasing, and drinking their way from one to the next. She took one last long pull from the bottle of thousand dollar champagne before letting it drop and shatter on the ground at their feet, hands now free to latch onto his jacket and drag him closer to her as she stumbled back against the brick alley wall. "What, no please?" She murmured as her lips crashed into his, fingers raking their way down his chest to drag and yank to pull his shirt free of his pants.

[notasouleater]

Hi wanna help with my label writing assignment?

You come across this 2 foot glazed stoneware sphere in a museum. What questions do you have?

[reyadawn]

Dark Depths

*image not mine, credit goes to owner*

Please, bare with me on this, guys. I'm not as good of a writer as a lot of you are 🙃

Summary: Reader is hunted down in her home by Noah Sebastian. What started off as a game of Cat & Mouse took a dark turn...🤭

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x Plus size!Reader

Warnings: 🔞 DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER 18. I'm not responsible for your online reading choices. Language, kissing, hair pulling, choking, degredation, leather glove!kink, knife!kink, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), cream pie

Word Count: Don't know, don't care 😆

Huge shout out to @concreteangel92 for the encouragement to post this. Hats off to you, friend. Hope you all enjoy!

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Thunder rumbled in the distance as rain ran in rivulets down the large bay window of the three story modern home that was nestled in the outskirts of Los Angeles. I wrapped the thin blanket tighter around my shoulders, gingerly sipping from a steaming cup of herbal tea as I stood gazing out at the dark scenery before me. Lightning flashed periodically, creating a brief view of the back yard and privacy trees that shrouded the house.

Upon hearing a comotion from the direction of the kitchen, I half turned looking over my shoulder, a lock of my long hair creating a curtain to shield one side of my face. I meandered into the large kitchen, stopping at the island to look around. The center of the island held a fake floral arrangement I had made along with the lemon chiffon candle I left burning. Nothing else was out of the ordinary until I got to the butcher block and noticed one of the larger kitchen knives missing.

I tossed the throw blanket on the counter along with my tea cup and the cool air hit my exposed shoulders and arms of the thin tank top and lounge pants I wore. I wasn't thrilled about my attire, rarely showing skin because more often than not it showed a stomach that was far from flat and weight that was far from flattering. Thankfully my house mates didn't care at all. They treated me like I was one of them, one of the guys. Except for Noah. He always treated me like a woman, like I was fragile. Dainty, even.

"Jolly?", I called, as I made my way through the house. The livingroom was empty and looked lived in. Throw pillows everywhere, laptops next to drinks on the coffee table and a bowl of half eaten popcorn on the end table. "Nick?". I stopped and listened, the only audible sound was my own labored breathing as my heart started racing.

I slowly made my way to the staircase and nervously glanced up. Where the fuck was everyone? I slowly made my way up, my fingers tracing the polished wood banister and stopped at the end of the dark hallway that faced the east wing. Nick and Nicholas's bedrooms were on the left side of the hallway separated by a Jack & Jill bathroom. Across the hall was Matt's bedroom and a guest room.

Glancing in the opposite direction, I made my way towards the west wing where Jolly, Noah and my bedrooms were. Mine was at the very end next to a spare room that Noah used as the soundproof studio and the bathroom was on the other side. I stopped, noticing just how dark the hallway was. My nervousness was giving way to slight fear. I hated being alone like this, especially in a house this big with no one in sight. The soft sound of a door opening caught my attention and I turned to see Noah's bedroom door ajar, a flash of light telling me it was still storming outside.

I slowly started to make my way to his room, opening the door and I would have shook my head in amusement at the unmade bed and clothes tossed over the back of his gaming chair but the empty feeling that washed over me had me pausing in the center of the room. I looked around but didn't touch anything except for the katana that caught my eye. It was positioned on the wall next to Noah's desk but it hung so high up that my fingertips barely grazed the sheath.

Without warning an arm encircled my waist and a hand clad in a tight leather glove clamped over my mouth. I screamed into the material, the sound muffled. My hands slapped against the wall in front of me for purchase before I was roughly spun around. The same leather-clad hand went back over my mouth and I stared up at Noah in shock. His dark hair fell over lust-filled eyes, pupils blown wide. The black long sleeved shirt he wore was pulled up his forearms revealing the intricate lines and colors of his tattoos. He shoved a muscular thigh between my own, his body pinning me up against the wall.

"You fucking tease. You've been running around this goddamn house in these tiny tank tops with your tits half spiling out", Noah whispered harshly, eyes raking over me like a lovers hand. My cunt clenched and liquid heat filled the thin panties I wore. I swallowed and tried to say something but Noah's hand slipped from my mouth to wrap around my neck, long fingers gently squeezing. Noah's dominant personality is what always drew me to him.

"Noah...", I said hoarsely. "Please". He tipped his head back and laughed mechanically before looking down at me and raising his free hand, the large kitchen knife glinting under the flash of lightning. I wanted to scream, to kick him, punch him, anything. As his lips captured mine in a brusing kiss my decision to fight quickly dissolved. His tongue pushed uninvitedly past my lips as his gloved hand grabbed a handful of my hair to anchor me to him.

Noah suddenly broke the kiss to place open mouthed kisses down the coloumn of my throat and the first pornographic moan escaped my body. I felt a hand shove its way past the waistband of my lounge pants, shoving them down my thighs along wih my panties.

Something cold and sharp touhed my thigh and I whimpered. Noah's gloved hand slapped back over my mouth to silence me. "You need to learn to shut the fuck up. The guys don't need to know what I do to you. Unless you want them to hear you, is that it? Want them to know who fucks that tight cunt of yours? Well, you have to earn this cock and seeing as how you've paraded yourself around the house like a fucking slut, you'll have to wait", Noah said, the knife blade suddenly tracing over my nipples that had pebbled under the thin fabric of my tank.

The sound of material being ripped was deafening as Noah sliced through my tank and tossed the scraps aside before sinking to his knees. The anticipation alone had me trembling as Noah gave no warning as his lips closed around my swollen clit while two long gloved fingers sank inside me. I threw my head back against the wall, screaming out my release as my thighs clamped tighter around his head. Noah suddenly lifted his head, eyes gleaming as he cut and ripped the lounge pants and my panties from my body leaving me naked before him. His dark eyes devoured me like a hungry animal before he stood to his full height and crashed his lips to mine yet again.

I moaned into the kiss, my hands shooting to his shortened locks, tugging on the strands. Noah groweled and tore himself from me and roughly spun me, shoving a hand between my shoulder blades to bend me over his desk. Papers, books, his phone, candy dish and guitar picks crashed the floor but before I could say or do anything, I felt the head of his cock brush through the dripping folds of my cunt and suddenly fill me in one hard thrust. My back bowed and I screamed but Noah's hand pushed me back down as the real onslaught to my pussy began.

"Fucking stay still", Noah groweled, a foot shoving my legs farther apart. His hands griped my hips so hard I was sure there would be bruising as he bullied his cock inside my walls, his cock head pummeling my cervix.

"Noah...you're too big...it wont all fit...stop", I begged. Noah slapped my ass cheek, shifted and his cock sunk inside me the rest of the way. I screamed as another orgasm ripped through me. My release ran down my thighs and Noah's cock as he started ploughing into my cervix.

"God, I love this tight pussy...its mine, all mine...take it...take what I give you...let me destroy this cunt...", Noah breathed in between thrusts. Every hard motion had me sliding up the desk only for his hands to roughly impale me back on his cock. "Look at you...dripping for me...all fucked out and cock drunk...not a thought in that empty head of yours...fuck...Im gonna come soon...", Noah whispered roughly as his hand snaked between us to rub circles over my clit.

My body exploded stealing my breath as my overworked cunt clamped down on the massive club that was stretching, filling and ruining me. My legs could no longer hold me up and as I tried to sink to my knees, Noah hauled me back up to his chest, his hand holding me by my hair to turn my head and slip his tongue past my lips. His thrusts became irratic and he suddenly pulled his lips from mine and tipped his head back onto his shoulders before letting loose an animalistic shout that resounded around his bedroom. I felt his cock pulse inside me and heat fill my lower stomach as he painted my cervix over and over again with thick ropes of come.

Noah let go of me entirely as I slumped over his desk again, trying to catch my breath. Arms gently lifted my body bridal style to his bed and a warm sheet placed over my rapidly cooling body. The bed dipped a moment later as Noah climbed in behind me, encircling his arms and legs around me like a cage. He and I were asleep within minutes as the low rumble of thunder still resounded in the distance...

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@concreteangel92 @amourtoken @livingdeceasedgirl @starsomens @concreteemo @cowpokeomens @philomenie @thefallennightmare @exitwoundsx

[sincerelyrki]

STRAWBERRY COUGH

SYNOPSIS ⮕ Lee Heeseung never thought the day would come, the day his dealer permanently went out of business. Through word of mouth, Heeseung managed to hear about you, the unknown seller who chooses their clients very selectively. Heeseung had almost lost all hope as his attempts to find you came out fruitless, his desperation only growing. Now insert Park Sunghoon, the man who happened to not only be your top client but also Heeseung’s best friend. or in other words, how far would Lee Heeseung go just to get another taste of his favourite strain, Strawberry Cough? (hint : very far)

PAIRING ⮕ stoner!heeseung x dealer!fem!reader

GENRE + WARNINGS + TROPES ⮕ smau. college au. drugs. he fell first and harder. warnings will be added on each chapter.

STATUS ⮕ UPCOMING! after miniskirt ;)

TAGLIST ⮕ OPEN! send an ask , comment , dm to be added ♡

FEAT ⮕ yeojin [loona]. natty [kiss of life]. k [&team]. nicholas [&team].

A/N ⮕ strawberry lemon corrected i want a lemon lime from a new perspective (sorry).

perm taglist ⮕ @neocockthotology @simjyunnie @addictedtohobi @ahnneyong @grassbutneo comment to be added ><

PROFILES

| dealing with more than drugs

| do heroine(s) not heroin

| the clients

CHAPTERS

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@ SINCERELYRKI all rights reserved. 2024.

[ladystrallan]

We were ROBBED of Peter/Catherine and Grigor/George as couple friends :(