#nick and troy

[obsxssedwithstuff]

[dawn-1386]

Forever will be obsessed with these two 🖤

[obsxssedwithstuff]

Nick Clark

blood as a fashion statement u either get it or u don’t

[doingartiguess]

Some more new FanArt for the season, as a treat 🏳️‍⚧️🏳️‍🌈✨❤️‍🔥

ENJOY, VILLAINS!

I did art from the animation not Stevenson’s original work not out of disrespect to anyone, I just found the animation first! But thanks to all for making me ugly cry on my couch 🫠

[dailydccomics]

Dick and Donna by Nick Robles

[obsxssedwithstuff]

Mmmm i like these

taking a break from being insane to post trick

[momentarybleu]

I made a thing

[noemitenshi]

[luceonedirectionfan]

Happy Pride month to some of my favorite gay couples

[kaliforniahigh]

decided to make a post for our favorite skelly: troy!!! we miss you

[obsxssedwithstuff]

HOW IS IT that everyone will give Madison a second, even a third chance,

But she won’t give Troy one?

HOW IS IT that both Nick AND TRACY go back to her after what she does?

HOW IS IT that Madison forgives CHARLIE, THE KILLER of her favorite child

But not Troy?

HOW IS IT that when Troy tries to make up with Madison, she kills him… TWICE

I am fuming.

[dinner-partys]

i want relationships like them tbh

[lgbtvegas]

lgbtvegas' list of ships in no particular order (aka another meme i'll never finish) 1/?: nick/troy (fear the walking dead)

why don't you tell me why i stayed? alright. you stayed at the ranch because you love me.

[grimesgirll]

“c’mon, you can do better than that.”

“you think so?”

troy nods, moving nick’s nimble fingers aside to lean down and engulf your nipple in his mouth. you exhale shallowly in response, every muscle twinging as he runs his tongue along your sensitive bud.

“yeah, she loves this,” the ranch leader’s son muses, making a point to gently graze your nub with his teeth.

you whimper with delight. tremors and tingles of electricity hit you like a shock as the mouth on your chest just continues licking and sucking while a new sensation takes over between your legs. nick’s prodding touch tickles it’s way from your thighs to the top of your clit within seconds and suddenly you’re not sure how quiet you can stay.

“you’re right, she does,” nick agrees. “don’t you, pretty girl?” he traces a line from your lip to your chin as if his hand wasn’t attached to your clit.

“mhmm.” you agree as well, albeit through a series of muffled moans. nick picks up the pace and introduces your newly sopping cunt to a fat finger. the pleasure of that new stretch has you gasping.

you hadn’t been expecting to find both troy and nick down in the armory when you traipsed down here for some quick gun cleaning. what should’ve been a quick chore before your shift on perimeter watch turned into an opportunistic trap. not a single firearm had been cleaned since you stepped foot in the basement. instead, you’d been assailed by lips and teeth. lovers threatening to leave the door unlocked, instead focusing on the pleasure points they could plunder.

nick was the one to run up the stairs and lock the door - not that you’d seen it, too busy wrapped up by troy in a bear hug. you couldn’t resist being engulfed in his arms for a second. not at night, not when he sneaks up behind you when you’re on watch, not when he’s trying to distract you from your chores, and most certainly not now. it’s the same reason as to why you remain in his arms and don’t march up the stairs and off to your shift.

a challenging choice that would’ve been but even more challenging is trying to keep cool beneath the tongues of the men tearing you apart.

a tear threatens your waterline from all of the overstimulation; it trails down your cheek as it puffs out with each uneasy breath you take. “troy,” you’re whispering aimlessly into the mop of blonde hair atop you.

“what’s that, baby?”

“pretty sure my shift on the perimeter starts in ten minu-,”

“pretty sure all you need to worry about,” troy smirks at you, adding, “pretty girl, is cumming all over nick’s tongue.”

you nearly fall apart at his words.

the blonde devil raises an eyebrow. “hmm? you wanna let nick lick you stupid?” his smirk reappears. “or do you want to be on time for your perimeter shift?”

“that’s-,” you shudder at the feeling of the alphabet being traced onto your vulva. “-that’s not a fair question.”

“it’s just a question,” nick says from between your legs.

you lift your head to make eye contact with him but suddenly your face is being cupped and a pair of familiar lips draw you back into his center of gravity.

knowing nick will be there when you’re released from your romantic restraints, you lean into troy, trying to disregard the nearly searing orgasm burning at your core. your long haired lover licks painfully wicked stripes up your center. none of your bucking or squirming deters them; your california boy’s strong, sinewy arms - courtesy of all of the ranch duties he’d tended to in the texas sun - pin you down to hold you in place just in time for your core to collapse and for you to exclaim his name into troy’s mouth.

crushed between the men, your orgasm has you shuddering and your torso aflame with pleasure. nick licks you through your high and grips your hips to pull them closer to your face until troy’s freed your lips. the chapped things land on your neck as nick spreads your legs even wider. a finger pumps into you.

“wanna get filled up, good girl?” nick asks and comes closer to steal a kiss before you can reply. “you were so pretty coming. i know you’re gonna feel good on my cock.”

“she wants it. right, pretty girl?”

troy’s on the shell of your ear now. he’s nearly in your ear - the world’s most attractive brainworm.

you’re not surprised or even sensible enough in the moment to hesitate when you nod your head. you don’t think twice when they’re suddenly pulling their pants down and kissing more hungrily at your desert tanned skin.

they can pull you into any position they want, pull you from patrol, just so long as they keep their hands on you. one touch is all it takes and you’re putty in their hands.

fuck patrol, you’d rather get fucked.

[hunting-for-sport]

Bones and All, Camille DeAngelis | Fear the Walking Dead (2015) | "Cotton," the Mountain Goats | "Against Pollution," the Mountain Goats | "(You Made It Feel Like) Home," Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross, Bones and All (Original Score) | "Pigs That Ran Straightaway Into the Water, Triumph Of," the Mountain Goats

[bilbosspoons]

nick/troy shitpost part 1 because i don’t want these to go to waste and be stuck in the doom of my camera roll (some of these are actually so silly i’m so funny i’m so silly i missthemimisshtem.)