#nicho

[joojeans]

&team and jealous sex (like they got jealous of you being close to someone else and rail you to show who you belong to)? 👀👀 love your writing btw!

you get me anon i love this type of thing 🤧

p.s. i made this about them being jealous of another member bc wHY NOT SJFKSF

&team hyung line: jealous sex

warning: some of the members are a liiiil mean so if you're sensitive, please don't read this!

k: your palms hit the wall, head turning to the side as k's hand travels up your back, pressing firmly along your spine to glue you to the wall. "i didn't mean to upset you," k mocks your words from minutes before when you had tried to explain to him that you weren't just letting nicholas touch you for fun—you had asked him to style your outfit the way he thought it'd look best. k just couldn't seem to see anything but red, much less your point. "he had his hands here." his hands find your hips, gripping them harshly. they travel down to your thighs, squeezing the flesh unforgivingly where nicholas had been cuffing the hem of your shorts. "here." finally, they travel up your body, taking hold of your neck where nicholas had been fastening a necklace. "and here." you sigh, head leaning more into the wall as you shift your legs, your underwear sticking to you uncomfortably. "i-i'm sorry. it won't happen again, i promise." k clicks his tongue and laughs, releasing your neck to task himself with removing your shorts. "i know it won't, baby." you whine when you feel the air of room against your now thinly-covered cunt, your ears picking up the sound of k unzipping his jeans. his fingers find themselves between your thighs, pulling your panties to the side as he glides himself between your folds. one hand reaches for his cock, aligning himself with your entrance while the other slides into the back of your hair, fisting it harshly, laughing when you moan at the sting. he leans in until his voice is seething in your ear. "you're mine, aren't you? i'll remind you. do i need to remind nicholas too?" you're still shivering from the sound of his voice when he pushes himself inside you, filling you immediately. he hisses at the feeling of you clenching around him, pulling you back by your hair until your head rests on his shoulder. "fuck, you're soaked. you must really like pissing me off." you hum, angling your head back further as k begins fucking into you ruthlessly, your head lolling with the movement. the room fills with your incessant moaning and k's curses, only stopping when he's proven that you're his by marking you from the inside.

fuma: you're frowning, unsatisfied, even as you ride fuma's cock. he's sat back against the headboard, watching you as you try to please yourself on him, arms crossed. "what's the matter? not having fun, y/n?" you sigh, hips still working to find the pleasure you've been craving all night. "fuma, you said you would take care of me. i've been thinking about it the whole day!" fuma's lips twitch at the desperation in your voice. he almost cracks a smile. "that was before you spent the whole evening ignoring me to talk to k. and besides, i am taking care of you, aren't i? i'm not denying you anything." you whimper at his obvious dismissal of what you both knew you wanted from him tonight, eyes watering from frustration. fuma sits up until his face is only an inch or two away from yours, busy eyes eating up the sight up of your tears. "aw. what you really wanted was for me to fuck your pretty face into the mattress, huh?" your breath catches in your throat, eyes growing wide at just the mention of what you want. "please, fuma. need you so bad." he hums, wiping away a tear that's threatening to fall with his knuckle. "you sound cute when you beg." smart enough to take an opportunity when it's given to you, you beg more. "please please, fuma, please. i'll do anything, please." licking his lips, fuma pulls back just slightly to take in the sight of your entire face—red cheeks, glassy eyes, pouty lips. his hands take hold of your hips, rubbing the flesh. "i'll hold you to that 'anything' that you just promised." before you can tell him that you mean it, that you'll do anything, he flips the two of you over, spinning you further until you're face down against the pillows. he doesn't waste a second, pushing his cock right back into your needy cunt, smirking to himself at the first satisfied moan you've made all night. his hands use your hips for leverage as he pounds into you, leaving pretty bruises behind for you to find in the morning. it doesn't take long for him to render you speechless, thoughtless, his ego boosted by how stupid you get for his cock. "k couldn't fuck you like this, could he?"

nicholas: nicholas pulls your panties down your legs eagerly, your body practically crumpled beneath him in the backseat of his car. your cheeks are burning with something between embarrassment and excitement. he could've waited until you got home to fuck you, but instead he's inching his cock into you torturously slow, trying to pretend it doesn't affect him just as much as it does you. "can't ever let you out of my sight for a few minutes without coming back to find euijoo smiling at you like a lovesick puppy, can i?" you groan, hips raising in an effort to take more than nicholas is giving you. he pushes your hips back down and holds them there, thrusting shallowly, slowly. you feel like a starved woman staring at a piece of meat that's just out of your reach. "nicholas," you whine, bottom lip jutting out, dissatisfied. "that's my name," he taunts, stilling his hips with himself half-buried inside of you. he smirks down at you, teeth tugging at your pouty lip. "you look upset. doesn't feel nice, does it?" the forced cockwarming is not what you had in mind when he tempted you into the backseat, but you should've known it was too good to be true. he never lets you off easy when you manage to make him jealous. he watches as you squirm and whimper under him, drinking in the intoxicating sight of you being deliciously needy for him. he plants feather-light kisses all over your face and it only frustrates you more. it's only when you start to give up that he almost feels bad and decides he's denied you enough. when he starts fucking you properly, his movements are sharp, designed to force your lips open so you can't keep your cries of pleasure from him. his name falls from your lips like a mantra, so thankful for how fully he's giving himself to you when you had lost hope. "that's right, baby. keep crying my name because i'm the only one that can give you what you want."

euijoo: "juju, please," you cry, fingers gripping the sheets below you. you're dangerously close to your fourth orgasm and you've been overstimulated since the first. you knew he wasn't going to be an angel with you tonight after you made him feel useless all day, asking fuma to help you with all your needs instead, but you hadn't expected it to bother him this much. you hadn't even done it purposely. fuma kept offering help before you could ask, so you eventually just started asking him to help you whenever you did need help with something. turns out, euijoo likes to be the one to take care of you and he doesn't like watching anyone else do it. he had been uncharacteristically cold to you, radiant smile nowhere to be found and voice brimming with annoyance, since you got in the car to come home. you couldn't handle him being upset with you, so you had offered to make it up to him with your mouth, eyelashes batting sweetly at him, but his eyes darkened and you knew that wasn't going to be enough. you're currently pressed under his large body, one of your legs bent at the knee and pushed up—out of his way. his soft hair is drenched in sweat as he fucks himself into you again and again, never giving you a moment to recover when you cum on his cock yet another time. he looks drunk on you, eyelids heavy as he hisses and moans freely, hips forcing himself impossibly deeper with every thrust. he sounds so fucking pretty that you almost don't care about the ache between your legs or the way your stomach is tensed for the unraveling. you whine as the sensation builds and euijoo forces his eyes open, never wanting to miss the look on your face when he rips another orgasm out of you. your body quakes from head to toe when you cum, twitching from the mixture of pain and pleasure. he fucks you through it, grinning down at you as he holds your face in his hand, thumb brushing over your lips. "look at how i make you shake, angel. you need me."

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[yawnzzznnn]

☆Nicholas Boyfriend Head Cannons☆

☆Special thanks too: Anon, Nicholas, &team

☆Note: still a bit sick but little better I'm pushing this out so I can work on my Christmas requests have them ready for next month

☆TW: mentions of kissing : mentions of jealousy : mentions of possessiveness : mentions of food

☆Taglist: @niohoon @leoonoa @mxlly143

Maki ver

10-29-23

☆Nicholas he's protective but in a cute way not toxic never toxic

☆If you ever bring up how cute he is, he will legit stop all movement and stare at you glaring until you take back what you said...

☆He loves when he lays between your legs and you play with his hair during a movie

☆Nicholas is one of those boyfriends where no matter how uncomfortable he is he refuses to move if your asleep.

☆Like the house could be on fire but he's too busy admiring your peaceful face to notice/too care

☆He would let you around the members as long as they didn't hug you for too long or look at you for too long, if they did in his eyes you'd be dealing with an extremely clingy Nicholas (but when is he not clingy?)

☆On the topic of clingy Nicho is very clingy whenever your around he's immediately attached at your side or your back

☆When it comes to hugs Nicho's favorite are back hugs he likes putting his head on the crown of yours and loves to leave little kisses here and there

☆Just like K, Nicholas also gives his s/o massive princess treatment, he doesn't think you need to do anything if he's there, and he's always there

☆Now unlike K, Nicho won't leave hickies to show your taken but instead for his own pleasure he thinks of it like art

☆He cried the first time you kissed his scar

☆No matter how tough Nicholas seems on the outside he is just a giant baby that needs to be taken care of

☆Nicho would at first refuse to let you meet his parents till things got more serious, since he has strict parents he didn't want to disappoint them by somehow not marrying you

☆Nicholas can't sleep unless he's holding on to some part of you rather it be a little of your hair, your hand, your arm, or your whole body

☆The amount of couple outfits the two of you have.....

☆Your closets are mainly just couple outfits Nicho bought because he wanted too

☆Even if Nicholas is super pissed at you he will treat you like a baby although a bit rougher than normal and with an attitude-

☆To calm a pissed Nicholas you're best bet is to go up and pet his hair and leave kisses all over his face but only the day after the argument

☆If you don't speak any Japanese or Korean he'd be the main translator for you, if he's in the bathroom or something Maki will sit and help

[kogallery]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ៹ nicholas icons ✦

psd. @kogayu ៹ action. @colour-source ៹

[fornicho]

[croptopsareformen]

[doyums]

meet: nicho ❣️

[airfriedtears]

nicho prints, available in my etsy:

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🤎

[thereisnoafter]

[lambmother]

FATUO, by Diego Nicho. ¡Nuevo lanzamiento en ZUL Records!

Adéntrate con nosotros en un fascinante universo de abstracción sonora y experimentación arriesgada de la mano de Diego Nicho, nuestro nuevo artista invitado en ZUL Records.

OFERTA ESPECIAL DE LANZAMIENTO: En modalidad de descarga online "Pon tú el precio" (a partir de 0,00 €) hasta el próximo 1 de Noviembre de 2023.

Afincado en Barcelona desde hace años, Diego Domouso González (a.k.a. Diego Nicho, o "Nicho" a secs) nos presenta en esta ocasión una magnifica muestra de sus últimas creaciones e investigaciones, resultado de un largo y bien inspirado bagaje histórico y musical, condensado aquí en varias piezas que suponen auténticas joyas del arte sonoro de vanguardia y la electrónica de corte experimental más innovadora

Un auténtico viaje de exploración sonora a lomos de atmósferas oscuras, cautivadores ambientes abstractos, y -por qué no decirlo, francamente- el más intrigante (pero siempre precioso) noise.

Cover: "FATUO" (EP) by Diego Nicho. Artwork by Andrés Arévalo Alí (2023)

NEWS!! FATUO by Diego Nicho. New Release on ZUL Records!

Based in Barcelona for years, Diego presents us on this occasion a magnificent sample of his latest creations and research, the result of a long and well inspired historical and musical background, condensed here in several pieces that are true gems of avant-garde sound art and the most risky experimental electronics.

An authentic journey of sound exploration on the back of dark atmospheres, captivating abstract ambiences, and the most intriguing (but always precious) noise!

[karmazain]

Tinwork ornaments in progress. Pardon the dust. #tinwork #nicho #altarart #folkcatholic #bigluckyhoodoo #seraphinstation #catholicconjure #karmazain #conjureart #rootworkersofinstagram #santamuerte https://www.instagram.com/p/ClUh5w_Pm3g/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[joojeans]

&team hyung line: when others are sleeping

smut, afab!reader, pet names, exhibitionism

k: why k is inside of you when fuma is sleeping on the other side of the room is beyond you, but he is. you were all watching a movie together—fuma on one bed, you and k on the other—but fuma was too tired to stay awake through the entire thing. it’s probably for the best. five minutes into the movie, k was latched onto your neck, kissing and kissing while his gaze was trained on fuma, just in case. he’d whip his head back to the screen any time fuma so much as moved his head. it was incredibly hard not to lose focus yourself, yearning for the freedom to moan and melt into the mattress, but it got increasingly more difficult when k’s fingers found themselves in your shorts, playing with you just enough to distract you but not enough to make it obvious. the second k was sure that fuma was actually asleep and not just dozed off for a minute, he was on you. “fucking finally,” he mumbles, knocking lips and teeth into yours, his hands pushing down his sweats and moving your underwear to the side. he glides his fingers through your heat, prodding your entrance once more to see how much more prep you might need from him, smug when he finds out that you’re already dripping for him. “oh, you like this shit,” he teases, pushing himself inside you with a relieved groan. your arm flies over your face to cover your mouth and the lewd moan that would surely have woken up fuma. you bite down as k starts thrusting, adopting a fast pace immediately. he’s grinning even through his panting and you can tell he’s not being mindful of the situation—that he doesn’t care to be. you risk moving your arm so you can whisper to him. “k—“ your hands fist the sheets beneath you when he delivers a sharp thrust at the sound of his name, your mouth hung open in a silent scream. “b-baby… fuma,” you remind him when your head clears enough. k’s hands glide down your sides, gripping your hips. “don’t worry, baby. this’ll be quick.” to show you he means it, he snaps his hips into yours as furiously as he can without filling the room with the sounds of slapping skin. when he sees your eyes widening and your mouth falling open, he covers your mouth with his hand, insistent on seeing this through.

fuma: “fuma, need you.” that’s all it ever takes for fuma to give you exactly that. that’s how you ended up here: sat in fuma’s lap at his computer, your sleep shorts crumbled up in your lap, fuma’s cock snugly inside you, and a blanket draping over the whole set up. sure, fuma could have taken you elsewhere to let euijoo sleep without the chance of waking up to your… activities… but he claimed he didn’t want to risk waking him up by opening and closing the door to leave. your favorite show is playing on his computer screen, but neither of you are watching. this is just the excuse, should you need one. he knows euijoo well enough to know that he won’t want to believe that he just caught you two fucking. he’ll eagerly accept the ‘we were just cuddling, watching tv’ excuse, should he wake up. even if he doesn’t really believe it, he’ll pretend he does. so you’ve found yourself with fuma fucking you from underneath, your own hips grinding down to take him deeper, heavy breaths and sighs in the air. “feels so good fuma,” you moan softly, chewing your lip when he shushes you sweetly. “i know, baby. can you keep quiet for me for just a bit longer?” his lips kiss across your shoulder, moving your shirt collar out of the way in the process. he nudges your head to the side to capture your lips with his, grinning when your lips falter, your thighs quaking in his lap. “you’re so cute,” he coos, his hands sliding up the front of your shirt to cup your breasts. “gonna look so cute when you cum for me too, mm?”

nicholas: it’s probably a little weird to be staring at k’s sleeping face as you’re trying like hell not to moan, so you force your gaze to the ceiling instead. you want to keep looking so you know if he stirs in his sleep, not wanting him to open his eyes and see you with a very obvious tent under the blanket—a tent that uses your legs for support and houses one starving nicholas, tongue lapping relentlessly at your folds. you tighten your fist in his hair, head leaning back into the pillows, eyes fluttering shut when he quietly moans against your cunt. you wouldn’t even know he had made a sound if it weren’t for the vibrations attacking your all-too-sensitive nerves. “fuck,” you curse through labored breathing. “he won’t wake up if you’re quiet,” nicholas had said before disappearing under the covers, absolving himself of any responsibility. his tongue snakes down and dips into your hole shallowly, teasing. “nicholas, fuck, i can’t—“ you feel his tongue leave you and for a moment you’re grateful for a chance to catch your breath. “here, baby,” you hear nicholas say, calling your attention to him. you open your eyes and find him smirking up at you, head peeking from the open end of the covers. his hand is reached out to you, waiting. “open for me.” you open your mouth and lean forward, letting nicholas slide two fingers into your mouth. “there we go. that’s a good girl.” you clench around nothing at his words, but you don’t have to wait long for his tongue to find its way inside you again, your moans muffled around his fingers. you know this will be harder to explain if k wakes up, but frankly, you’ve lost the ability to care.

euijoo: “b-baby, please,” euijoo whisper-whines beneath you. you hum around his cock, one fist around the base, the other holding his hand. he didn’t want to put himself in a situation where nicholas could catch him with his pants down, but he couldn’t find it in himself to deny your warm mouth when you were practically salivating for him. you’d promised you’d make him feel so good and that no one would have to know and he’d believed you. so far, you’re right. he feels so good, hand squeezing yours as he tries to fight off the cries of pleasure. so far, no one knows. but he doesn’t know how much more he can take before nicholas wakes up, surely deciding to tease him about this forever. “oh god,” he groans as your tongue dips in and out of his slit before gliding your lips back down his shaft. you bob up and down a few times before pulling off just long enough to praise him. “you sound so beautiful for me, euijoo.” he sighs happily, panting as he tries to relax his tense body, but then your mouth is on him again and he chokes out a few desperate moans. you know you should tell him to be quiet, but you only want to hear him more so you push your head down further, testing your limits and euijoo’s. he groans at the resistance he feels around him, hands flying under the blankets to hold your head in place “f-fuck, baby. gonna cum.” and he does, filling your mouth with his thick seed, one hand holding your head still, the other pushing the blanket down until he can see you. “wanna see you swallow me.”

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[yawnzzznnn]

Nicholas appreciation post

[thistledownandmoss]

Paper oratorio or nicho grimoire page

[houseofguadalupe]

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[vixen-demonscb]

I may or may not.. be dwelling in some things I promised to never do again…

He’s actually been being sweet!!

Hush. Noona.

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[cemeterystories]

Cementerio Santa Columba de Carnota by Carlos Sánchez Via Flickr: La Coruña