#nick oc

[yetanotheraltwhumpblog]

He hadn’t stopped bleeding. It had slowed, but he periodically had to open it to spit the liquid onto his bed and the wall. It didn’t get the taste out of his throat or the pain out of his gums. 

The bed was gross enough without Virgil exsanguinating on it, covered in mold and other substances he’d rather not think about. He barely registered the door unlocking over the running in his ears. 

“Good morning, sunshine. The universe says hello!” It was Nick. Of course it was, who else would it be? Virgil closed his eyes as if that would somehow make it go away. Maybe if he thought hard enough he would be back at his house, before any of this had happened. 

The bed creaked as Nick crawled into it, saddling up next to Virgil and spooning him. He buried his nose in the back of his neck but frowned when he smelled metal. 

“You should have stopped bleeding by now. What’s the matter with you?” He asked, annunciating each word in the last sentence to a hard flick to the back of Virgil’s head. He didn’t flinch. 

Nick grimaced as he looked at the wall, the red forming a Jackson Pollock painting of the remnants of injuries he caused.

“I wouldn’t have kept you around if I knew you would be this…gross.” He muttered to himself as he pulled some tissues from his breast pocket and dabbed at the dried blood like that would do anything.

Virgil didn’t say anything in response, only lolling his mouth open so that the blood he had left in his gums could spill out onto the thin sheet. 

Once Nick was satisfied with not cleaning, his gloved hand traced Virgil’s stomach through his tank top. He pressed hard enough to feel ribs, but not hard enough to elicit a sound. 

“Are you hungry?” He asked, moving his hand from Virgil’s ribs to where he thought his stomach was. He ended up pushing on his liver. Virgil didn’t say anything in response, his milky brown eyes staring at the wall, trying to find patterns in the uneven paint. Anything to take his attention away from his voice. 

Nick scoffed before speaking. “If you aren’t you will be, and if you are too bad. Maybe this is how you’ll finally be able to lose weight. Fuckin’ fatass…” He whispered before wrapping his arms around Virgil and pulling him closer. After a few minutes of comfortable for him silence, he speaks again. 

“...If you ever left me, I’d kill myself. You don’t want my blood on your hands, do you?”

The only sounds after that were periodic coughs from Virgil.

[charon-cries]

artists, this is ur reminder to start drawing references or redesign your original characters before artfight in july this year

edit: if you dont know what artfight is, here's the link to the info page:

[sketchingvictr]

Wip

I needed to post, just in case i never come back to finish

Some polar bear studies so i can actually draw Nick

(I forgot how to draw bears)

[currynatto]

love at first stab

[furiouskettle]

shoulder angel and devil except they both tell you to commit crimes

[secretsofafangirll]

oral fixation - m.s.

summary: matts girlfriend loves to have things in her mouth. when she gets home after a day of minor inconveniences, she seeks comfort from her boyfriend, in a rather, unconventional way.

warnings: oral (male receiving), praising, pet names (baby, sweetheart, etc.), soft!dom matt, sub!fem, talk of anxiety,

a/n: couple of things; one, the girl doesn't have a name so you can imagine whomever you'd like, two, i've started planning my Matt series...anyways, hope you guys like it! :)))

"A touch / From your real love / Is like heaven takin' the place of somethin' evil"

⏜︵♡︵⏜︵୨୧︵⏜︵♡︵⏜⏜︵♡︵⏜︵୨୧︵⏜︵♡︵⏜

For my entire life, I’ve loved having things in my mouth. 

When I was younger, it was impossible for my parents to get my thumb or my pacifier out of my mouth. The comfort that came from having the object resting in my mouth was too intense for me to leave behind. Behaviors like that followed me into childhood with things like gum or lollipops. In high school, I chewed copious amounts of gum, always had a pen or pencil in my mouth and played with my lips all the time. 

Naturally, when I managed to find myself a boyfriend, he became aware of my oral fixation in many ways. He would always notice how often I had things in my mouth or if I was biting my lips, he would offer me something else so I didn’t tear up the delicate skin. It got to a point where, if he and I were laying down together and one of his hands was unoccupied, I would simply reach down and grab his hand, bringing it to my mouth and wrapping my lips around one of his fingers and playing with it in my mouth. Of course Matt enjoyed this himself, but there were other ...situations, where this oral fixation benefitted him much more than putting a finger in my mouth. 

Matt also understood why I do what I do. Him and I both struggle with anxiety, and we both have for years. In high school, I was medicated for it and had a hard time getting through the day. However, I hated the way that the meds made me feel and I swore to my parents that I wasn’t going to take them anymore and that I’d find another way to cope. Matt copes with alone time and silence but I get more overstimulated than he does and when I do, all I want is to have something in my mouth and someone to touch. 

Which is why on days like these, anxiety ridden and insane days, I need my boyfriend and one of his extremities to rest between my lips. 

After several cars cutting me off on the road and almost hitting me on the way to the gym this morning, I was already slightly shaken up and worried for my safety. When I got to the gym, there was a man somewhat following me around, conveniently using all of the machines next to me. After that, I went to the grocery store in hopes that they had some grapes and snacks for me to feel better, they were out of seedless grapes which sent me into a frenzy about the way that the seeds feel in my mouth, and the self-checkout lanes were under renovation and I had to talk to the cashier to check out. 

I took shallow and quick breaths as I walked swiftly out to my car. I tossed the bag into the back seat and swung open the driver door. The second that I was enclosed in my car, in my space, I was able to calm myself down. Once I had myself under control, I started the car and drove home. When I arrived, I grabbed my things from the car and headed inside. I used my house key to unlock the front door, using my foot to close it behind me. I tossed my keys in the dish and heard Matt typing on the couch. 

“Hi baby,” He said without looking up. I didn’t respond because I just wanted to put the groceries I picked up away and sit with him. “Alright,” He said and continued typing away. 

I put the cold stuff in the refrigerator and the dry stuff in the pantry and cabinets before heading to his room to slide out my dirty and uncomfortable gym clothes and into one of his shirts. Once I was comfortable and the smell of his cologne filled my nostrils, I was finally ready to lay down next to him on the couch. 

“Sorry,” I murmured quietly, gently taking a seat next to him and pulling a blanket over my legs, curling into his side and latching onto one of his arms, “I just wanted to put those away so that I could sit with you.” 

I sat there looking for something of his to grab onto but his hands were occupied and I don’t think he’d appreciate it if I put anything else, if you know what I mean, in my mouth at the moment. I sighed quietly to myself and began to bite on my lips. 

“You don’t have to apologize,” He said, leaning over to kiss the top of my head. 

I continued my assault on my lips and I felt the skin tear and the metallic taste of my own blood rested on my tongue. When it started to hurt too bad to bite my lips, one of my hands found my mouth and I started to bite and suck on that instead, the other arm wrapping impossibly tighter around his. His elbow nudged my side and he looked over at me. 

“You doin’ okay?” He asked without looking away from his computer where he was replying to emails and taking notes in a Google Doc. I only hummed, unwilling to take my fingers out of my mouth. My lack of a real response, which I know he hated, made him finally look up at me. My eyes blinked guiltily at him when his brows went from furrowed to concerned, “Sweetheart,” He sighed and reached up to pull my hand away from my mouth. I flexed all of my muscles to keep it in my mouth but he tilted his head at me and pulled harder, his strength easily overpowering mine. 

“I’m sorry,” I sighed, relaxing my muscles and looking down my hands with guilt and embarrassment written all over my face. 

“Hey,” He said softly, reaching out to grab my jaw and gently pull my head up to look at him, “You don’t have to say sorry. There’s nothing to apologize for.” He shook his head and looked into my eyes for an explanation, “D’you have a bad day?” He asked and closed his computer screen ¾ of the way down. 

“Kind of,” I said, questioning in my tone, “I don’t even know. It’s just been, like, too much.” I tried to spit it out but I struggled to pin-point how, exactly, I felt. It was just too much.

“That’s okay, baby,” He cooed, “You want my hand?” My eyes widened in excitement and I nodded before correcting myself with a ‘Yes, please’. 

He brought his left forearm up to my mouth and I played with his long fingers trying to pick which one I wanted. I decided on the pointer first, but planned to use every finger but the pinky. He used his other hand to scroll through emails and business inquiries, also scrolling through pinterest to find inspiration for future videos. 

I, on the other hand, swirled my tongue mindlessly around his fingers, taking them all the way into my mouth and then back out, my saliva coating his fingers down the knuckle. Every so often, he would shift his hips slightly or clear his throat and scratch his neck. I knew how this was affecting him, but he also respected my needs more than his and wouldn’t want to make me uncomfortable. After close to twenty minutes had passed of my sucking on his fingers, he looked at the time on his computer and closed it all the way. He leaned back against the couch, his hand still in my mouth and he turned his head as it laid against the top of the couch and he watched me mindlessly play with his fingers. When I fully pulled off his middle finger alone, I pushed his ring finger to meet it and took them both fully into my mouth. He groaned and I snapped my eyes to meet him and worked my mouth around his fingers. 

“God, don’t fuckin’ look at me like that when you’ve got my fingers down your throat, honey,” He instructed gently, understanding of my rather fragile nature. I pulled off his fingers, letting my tongue teasingly drag across the length of them. 

“Sorry,” I swallowed to clear my throat and scooted closer to him. He reached across himself and wrapped his dry hand around my thigh and under my knee to pull me onto his lap. I squealed at the sudden movement but settled and nuzzled into his lap. 

“How many times are you gonna apologize, hm?” He questioned with a smile, tucking my hair behind my ears. 

“You know how I am, Matt,” I laughed and grabbed his wrists and put them on top of my thighs, encouraging him to tickle them. 

“Yeah, I do,” He smiled, “But that means that I know you’re gonna keep saying sorry until you feel better.” He accused me and I smiled like I’d been caught stealing, “What else do you need, baby?”

I blushed and looked down at my hands, “I don’t wanna-,”

“Oh, you’re gonna.” He said sternly. 

“I want you.”

“You have me.” He said and nudged my chin with his knuckle, “What do you need?”

“Need your cock,” I said quietly. 

“What was that?” He turned his ear toward me. 

“I need your cock, Matthew.” I said louder. 

“There she is.” He said and gently moved my thighs to allow me to sink to my knees in front of him. “See? Wasn’t that hard, no?” 

When I was comfortable at his feet, I worked to remove his belt and unbuckle his pants. He did the work of actually pushing them down. His hard cock sprung out of his pants and he hissed as the cool air penetrated the sensitive and tacky skin. His tip was lathered in a small amount of pre-cum and he pulsed and twitched slightly. I pouted at the sight for two reasons; one being that it made me want him in my mouth even more, and two, I felt bad for the state I’d put him in. 

“Matty,” I whined, tracing circles with the fingernails on his knees, “I didn’t know it was this bad. I’m sorry.” 

“If you say sorry one more time, all you’re getting is my fingers,” He tutted. My eyes widened in fear. 

“Okay, I’ll stop.” I promised and he smiled down at me. 

“Good girl.” 

I got to quick work pumping his cock in my hand to get him ready. His cock looked so big compared to my smaller hand. It didn’t even fit around the entire thing. He groaned and hissed at the stimulation, his breathing getting heavier and slightly more labored. Soon, I leaned down and gently licked the tip before wrapping my lips around the tip. Pleasure and comfort washed over me and I continued to sink my head down onto his dick. His hands gathered my hair in a make-shift ponytail on my head and he held my hair out of my face. He didn’t push my head down, he just simply aided me in my quest for comfort, which I was most definitely finding. 

“There you go baby,” He praised, “So fuckin’ good,” He whispered, more to himself than anyone else. 

I took his cock down my throat slowly, suppressing the slight gag reflex I still have, though it’s not too bad. I whined around his dick with comfort and need. 

“What baby?” He asked breathlessly, pulling me off him, “Why’re you whinin’? You got what you wanted, no?” 

“No!,” I protested, pushing his hands away, “I’m fine! I just love having you, s’all.” I explained with a smile before going back down on him. As I continued to work his cock, my body visibly relaxed and the sighs of content that left my mouth. Matt simply closed his eyes above me, opening them periodically to watch me take him down my throat. 

Matt started to get close, his hips becoming restless under me and his hands that were in my hair started to guide me down his cock faster. He moaned and whimpered as he grew closer and closer to the edge. 

“Oh fuck-,” He whimpered, “God, so good, baby. So close.”

His stutters and whimpers encouraged me to work with him faster, yet take my time on all of his sensitive bits. I relied on the relief that accompanied the weight of his cock on my tongue. I worked him until hips stuttered and bucked off the couch and he moaned my name and praises into the air.  

“Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum.” He whispered, bucking his hips into my throat making me choke slightly but I didn’t care, “M Sorry. Fuck,” He whispered and then e shot his load down my throat. I felt the warm liquid hit the back of my throat and I swallowed it down. “Show me,” He demanded, once he caught his breath and he pulled me off him all the way. I stuck my tongue out to show him that I swallowed it and he smiled at me in response, lightly tapping my cheek with the hand that held my jaw. 

“Thank you,” I sighed, my throat somewhat sore. 

“No, thank you, my beautiful girl.” He leaned down and kissed me gently, rubbing my cheeks with his thumbs. When I pulled away, I bit the inside of my lip and looked into his eyes, silently yearning for more. His brows pinched together and his mouth opened slightly, “What, baby? Not enough?” I looked at him with a guilty smile and shook my head. 

“I just want more,” I said quietly. He opened his mouth to respond but as soon as he did, his laptop and phone dinged several times, he looked at his phone and saw what it was. 

“Look, sweetheart, I’ve got more work shit to do,” I groaned and sat back on my heels below him but he pressed a finger to my lips, “But, if you’d let me finish you impatient little baby,” he teased, “if you’re good and hold me without moving your tongue at all, you can stay where you are.” 

“Yes please. I promise I’ll be good,” I nodded my head and sat back up right. He nodded at me and grabbed everything he needed to continue working and I took him back into my mouth. I zoned out with him in my mouth but it was still exciting to be getting what I’d been craving all day and my tongue jerked against a few times. 

“Ah, ah,” He asked, “Settle, sweetheart. You promised me.” He directed and when I calmed down around his cock, his hand patted my head softly and he went back to typing away. 

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a/n: i'd been working on this for about a week or so. hope you guys liked it!!

[necromosss]

Shocked me the first time i see him do that fr fr

[lacquerheadd]

you got a thing for antiques, huh?

[mrdraws]

Playing with a concept for another TF oc--this one's a petty crook/car thief who goes on a SPACE ADVENTURE with the Autobots. Here's a small kinda heartfelt scene between them and Optimus :)

[roosterm3at]

Storyboard project i did for school! please dont mind how inaccurate my power armor stuff is and how dumb nick is in this i wanted to do fallout oc stuff n i had to make it work

[yetanotheraltwhumpblog]

posting year of whump early bc i can 💪

January 29: chained to a table / betrayal / end of a relationship / handwritten notes of encouragement / “I’m begging you; I’ll do anything”

@oddsconvert bc she is the best ever

cw for gore

“Look, I really don’t think this is working out,” Nick said as he sat across from Virgil, the lights flickering. He sighed.

“I’m sorry if this hurts, but it’s the truth.” 

He cleared his throat. 

“That being said, I can’t have you telling anyone about this.”

Virgil squirmed against the zip ties holding him to the chair as Nick walked past.

“I saw a play one time…a Roman one…” Virgil heard him whisper as he shuffled through a drawer. “I don’t want to hurt you,” Nick said, holding a hypothermic as he leaned over Virgil’s shoulders. “This is epinephrine,” Nick said as he leaned next to him and positioned the syringe at his forearm. He jabbed the needle into Virgil’s arm. He felt a sharp sting, as Nick went behind him. 

He took a pair of pliers before turning around and dragging a chair across the warehouse floor. He put his hand on top of Virgil’s, cold against flush skin thick with blood.

He took one of Virgil’s thin fingers and held the pliers in the other. 

“Don’t make this harder than it needs to be…” 

Nick said as he placed the pliers between Virgil’s skin and nail. His breath quickened as he desperately tried to pull his hand away, scraping it against the dirty plastic. He could feel his heart rate climb.

“This hurts me more than you.” 

The pliers clamped down and Virgil gasped as his nail bent inwards. 

“Just breathe…” Nick said as he began to pull.

Virgil choked as the skin split and blood ran down his finger, seeping into the wood of the chair. The nail came free with a snap and dropped to the floor.

“You’ll be fine,” Nick said as he placed the pliers underneath the next one. He held the bony appendage in place as he twisted the metal sideways. Virgil screamed against the gag as he thrashed. Shock from the first nail breaking off was fading. Now it was pure pain, burning through his body and up his throat in the form of screams that penetrated the air.

“You’ll be fine,” Nick repeated as he began to pull another nail free. He could hear tearing before Nick broke it off and tossed it behind him.

“I promise you’ll be fine.”

Virgil cried out as the nail broke through the skin of his thumb and split it wide open. Warm blood began to pool under his hand. “Just a few more.” Is what Virgil could make out over the ringing in his ears. 

Nick tugged on the ring nail, causing Virgil to cry as the metal hit quick. But the nail didn’t budge. Nick thought for a moment before twisting the pliers, digging the keratin into his skin. Virgil’s quiet tears turned to blubbering sobs as he gasped through the gag. 

The nail was removed and fell to the ground landing in a small pool of blood. Nick positioned the pliers sideways before the last nail slid out. It was as if Virgil's hand was on fire. His fingers twitched as they slid in a puddle. He screamed into the gag, writhing as the pain sent him into convulsions. A bubbly wheeze filled the air. 

“It’ll be okay,” Nick said as he placed the pliers on the table. He brought his hands to Virgil’s face and wiped away the tears before taking the gag out. Virgil sputtered before Nick leaned in to kiss him. He shut his eyes tight. Nick kept his wide open.

He pulled away and wiped his mouth, leaving a trail of red on his cheek. Nick popped the tie back in Virgil’s mouth before picking the pliers up again.

“Just one more hand,” Nick said as he pressed the tips of the hand he wasn’t using into the craters on Virgil’s.

“It’ll be okay,” Nick repeated as he cut through the skin of Virgil’s hand and pressed hard into the crevices of the other. Virgil’s throat burned as he screamed and sobbed. It went faster this time, his nails scattered across the dirty floor. Nick kissed his cheek as he stood up again, wiping his hands on his jeans. 

“Just one more thing and then we’re done.” He walked over to the sink to clean the tool as Virgil cried and shook in the chair.

Nick walked back over to look him in the eyes. His puffy, red eyes. He smiled. 

“You’re so messy! I don't even know how to take care of you…” he said as he undid the gag. Virgil coughed and spat. As he was hacking, Nick slid his hand to Virgil’s face and held his mouth open. “You can't tell anyone about this, can you? ” 

He shoved Virgil’s head against the back of the chair, forcing him to stare into the fluorescent lights. 

“Bite me and I’ll cut your tongue out.”

Nick placed his knee in between Virgil’s leg as the pliers found traction on Virgil’s top canine and latched on. His eyes went wide as he began to shake. He tried desperately to roll the chair back, but it was bolted to the ground. 

Virgil felt like his tooth was going to split in half even before Nick began to pull. He shrieked as the butt of the pliers hit the bottom of his mouth. The pain was immediate. The pliers pulled at his teeth, chipping bits off as they tore through the soft flesh of his mouth. He could taste the thick metallic fluid as Nick yanked again. 

The tooth came out with a wet sucking sound, the blood and spit trailing the instrument. Virgil tried to scream, but his mouth was too full of blood.

“Just relax,” Nick said as he repositioned his knee on Virgil’s leg. He grabbed his hair and forced his head back. He wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him, his tongue prodding the bloody holes in Virgil’s mouth. Virgil cried into his shoulder.

Nick kissed him again, more softly this time, before letting him go. He wiped Virgil’s face, leaving blood smeared on his lips as blood dribbled down his chest.

“I changed my mind… I might keep you for a little longer…”

[luckyclovernb]

This'll be a Christmas you'll never forget....

[sir-fluffbutts]

(adoptive) siblings

[merlinmerlot]

if i think abt this kid too much i get weepy

(first art loosely inspired by that one line shaun jr can say):

[necromosss]

fo4 doodles

[doctorsiren]

Part 6

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