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@s-unfleur asked: you're scaring me right now. / vera 4 nick teehee
BLOOD covers the man- his white suit sporting stains of deep crimson. He looks content, unphased by the bodily fluid that that grew cold, the fabric clinging to his torso. It was once warm, and, unfortunately, he enjoyed it. It's been a while since he's been able to have a little fun.
Eyes twitch, knife clatters as he tosses it on the marble counter. A hand runs through his hair, smearing a streak of red across his forehead. He retracts, and his palm is suddenly thudding against his forehead once, twice, three times.
" Nah, he deserved it. " Teeth sink into his lower lip. Fingers twitch, and he's suddenly digging for something in the inner pocket of his coat. " I had t'do it to 'em, Snipe. Had to. "
He pulls out a small, plastic bag, no bigger than two quarters. You guessed it, coke. Pupils are blown, fingers too big to get it open. He gives up and tears the top off with his teeth. He's impatient. His hands shake as he tries to fish out the keys in his pocket. Dips it in, lifts it up and the powder disappears into his nostril. He swallows, hard.
" They're all gonna be dead, I swear it. "
Tender touch should alleviate the anger, but it doesn't. It doesn't stir anything up within him either. Nick has plateaued for the moment. That doesn't stop his nostrils from flaring as he stares down at her. The words sound foreign to him, because they ARE. He works with a lot of Russian's, but he has picked up none of it.
Words go in one ear and out the other as he stares, like he's looking right through her. He zones out for a moment, only coming to as he slips the baggie between fingers, and slowly he lifts his coat. Yes, his whole shirt is now red, and you can't tell if it's his blood or someone else's, though the real answer is both. There's a slit in the fabric, presumably where a knife had been stuck. The man seems fine with it, however.
He drops the coat, holds the baggie open, sticks his key in and takes another bump.
arms are crossed in front of her while hazel eyes track nick's every move: nose scrunching at the sight of the blood, but that's not what has her stomach churning [ she looked worse, more times than she could count, so who was she to berate him for bloodshed? ]. she doesn't step in to stop his actions, though, knowing it'd only start a fight. instead she waits for the powder to disappear, then waits another breath, before she's pushing herself off the wall she'd been leaning against. small hand wraps around the man's wrist, begging his attention more than trying to stop him.
❛ ostanavlivat'sya. nickolas, look at me. ❜ other hand gently cups his cheek & she's examining him like a goddamn medical doctor: knowing how he is, she already has benzos on hand to curb an overdose if need be. lips purse, & a sigh is exhaled through her nose when he offers the powder to her — doesn't acknowledge the offer other than pushing the offering hand away [ always declining the drug, but her heart always skips a beat knowing he'll ask regardless ]. ❛ are you hurt? ❜ accent is thick on her tongue, concern only making it worse.
hand moves now to wipe the blood from his forehead, not mattering to her that it now stains her own skin [ in another situation, she'd kiss the very spot he'd hit, but not tonight ]. no care to ask who he killed, nor why they deserved it: not wishing to provoke anger in him, & knowing it wasn't any of her business. she would back him the whole way, regardless. even help him, if he ever asked her to [ but he won't ]. ❛ znayesh', mne pridetsya vybrosit' etu rubashku. ❜
Nick can't help the wide grin that spreads from ear to ear at his words. He chuckles, shaking his head. It's like a flip switched once those words left the guys mouth.
" You're fuckin' funny, kid. " Hand reaches out to pat him harshly on the shoulder.
" Yeah, you want a drink ?? Or are you just gonna take your money and dip ?? NO, you don't get your money until you have a drink. "
"If you want souvenir for poof, you need to ask. And it costs extra. But you can choose which body part." His expression didn't reveal if he was joking or not.
"Of course he's dead," he finally added with a frustrated sigh. Did Nick think he would be stupid enough to show his face if he had failed?
"So, everything okay?"
Were her knife pointed anywhere else ( with the exception of his dick ), he wouldn't think all that carefully. What's a few scars ?? His face, however, was his money maker, he couldn't have her fucking it up. Although he treads water on this one, a small part of her wants to let her devour him, though that's foreplay for another time.
He swallows hard, really thinking about his next words, but everything that comes to mind might end up in another murder on her hands. What words DON'T cause a murderous rage in her ?? Fuck, Nick will never know.
Hands raise in a defensive position, taking a steb back, away from the sharp object in her hand. He's known some crazy women in his time, but Lexi takes the fucking title for this one.
" I'd prefer it if we didn't do that, sweetheart. Put it down. Please. "
@thehollyverse (nickolas) said: ❛ i'm not making the same mistakes i made last time. ❜
alexis was many things: psychotic, manipulative, intelligent, bloodthirsty, obsessive to a fault. but the one thing she was not is naive. emerald eyes are narrowed, dagger already being pulled from seemingly thin air [ flashbacks to when she was dripping, dripping, dripping with the blood of nick's lovers & the memory only drives her further ], & blade is pointed right at nick's face. she wouldn't hurt him, not yet, but it's a fair warning that his next words better be what she wants to hear.
black lips tilt upwards, tongue darting out to wet them as if thirsting for the chance to spill his blood. ❛ why should i believe you? ❜ she's one wrong word from slicing him open, laughing as his organs fall to the floor — she would hardly spare a thought to his demise if he was lying to her, save for the moment of sadness for losing her latest obsession. ❛ once a cheater, always a cheater . . . ❜ [ was it cheating if they weren't officially together? ] brows raise, a giggle finally escaping her throat, knife so GENTLY grazing his cheek. ❛ oh, it would be so fun to cut you open. go on, lie to me again. ❜
* I DONT FUCKIN KNOW DUDE I CANT BE BOTHERED TO FIND THE MEME RN, always accepting.
@filthystill | cont.
Nick can't help the laugh that is forced out, a wheeze accompanies it as he bends over, a hand on his knee and the other wrapped around the glass he had stolen from the bar they had previously patronned. The blood does not even phase him.
He straightens, sleeve of his jacket pressed to his mouth, covering his golden grin as he laugh too fucking hard.
" You think they got tentacles ?? The Japanese'd go nuts over it. "
Didi is surely to bruise with the grip this man has on her now. And with half lidded eyes, he watches her from between her thighs once more. Nick hums and whines against her, eating like he was a starved man she were a dinner laid out just for him.
It's funny, how lost he gets in her. Where most men would do it reluctantly, he does it happily. He does it for the reward of praise, and to get his woman a right mess underneath him. The man is an asshole, you can most definitely say that about him. But what you CAN'T say is that he is a selfish lover.
Hips continue to grind into the mattress, moaning into Didi's heat. Mouth laps at the bundle of nerves just right. He's already rock hard behind the confines of his slacks, and it's growing to be uncomfortable between him and the bed. It does not stop him, however, from his work. No, instead he pulls a hand from her thigh and presses two digits behind slick folds. Carefully he works them in and out, in tandem with his tongue.
She always liked a man with some initiative. He didn't whine, didn't fuss, just held her down and lapped at her cunt with nearly the same amount of enthusiasm Didi would have if it had been the other way around.
Although, it would be nice to have some use of her hips. Nick's grip doesn't allow her to move all too much, just writhe and buck occasionally— regardless of the limitations, she loves it all the same and she petted at his head and squeezed her thighs around his head to indicate that he better not stop.
And praise, she gives him a simple word of encouragement and she's almost immediately rewarded with a Nick she doesn't think many people have had the privilege to meet. This version of Nick was pliable, panting hard through wet lips and groaning at a little pet name. Practically begging for it.
Oh, he's so very lucky he's got a good grip on her or else she might have flipped him and rode his tongue so he could be a really good boy. Thankfully(?), she's kind. She strokes at his hair, smiling down at him with her flushed cheeks.
Didi props herself on an elbow, the hand in his hair suddenly tightening its grip. His whimpering lips are led back down where she wants him. "You are a good boy, hm." She ruts against his mouth, eyes flashing as her lips part into another abrupt moan. "—A—And! ...If you're very, very good, I'll give you a treat, hm?"
@filthystill | cont.
" Yeah, I was havin' a hard life before your papa even ejaculated you outta his nuts. " A very graphic image, though true none the less. Cigarette is pressed to lips, an inhale, an exhale. No, this shit was just too nostalgic for him. Besides, he's got more than enough money to go around, he'll fuckin' buy something better.
" Yeah, what d'you want ?? " He asks, brows raised, eyes staring. " You want we should doordash that shit or should we venture out and see if we can get into some trouble on the way there ?? "
@filthystill | cont.
Jimmy acts as if he's never hacked up a body and thrown it in the upper bay before. He has, a half chub stirring behind slacks the whole fucking way. This man was just as fucked up as Jimmy was. There was no way around it. Just because he dresses nicer doesn't mean they don't share the same brain cell.
With gun still in hand, he gestures at Jimmy. No, Nick does not practice gun safety. He clearly does not give a fuck enough about it. The man takes the keys, holsters the weapon, and sighs. No, he doesn't want to be Jimmy's bitch, but he's oh so curious about what that man thinks whatever he's gonna do next is gonna be enough for the guy to hack up his lunch.
Nick disappears for a moment, reappearing with the aforementioned saw. Fingers pinch the blade, handing it to him hilt first.
" Get to it, Jimmy. Make me fuckin' puke. "
" I think that's a personal problem, chief- " Remnants of a laugh hangs, and he's sitting down beside the other man. Lifts the glass, and Nick is sipping at his warm beer. He pulls out his phone from his suit jacket pocket, idly typing in flights to Japan. No, he's never been, but you know, research.
" Or, I could just fuckin' buy one. Don't worry, I'll let you have a go as soon as it gets here. "
He's dishing out lines on the back of his phone, on his lap, seemingly forgetting they were in public. People were looking. He didn't give a shit. Was in his own world.
"You ever been?" Sniff, sniff, trying to stop the gunk from dripping onto his work of art, chop chop chop, "they got machines over there that'll suck a nut out you in three point five seconds, man, I only last five minutes with a woman, stuck my dick in this thing and busted so fast I went back in time."
A hand presses to Nick's forehead, he stares at the tracks. He's more annoyed than anything really- he'll just paid to get it fixed. If it doeasn't come out ?? Get whole new carpet. Actually he's been thinking about putting marble floors in anyways, maybe he should do it now.
" Man, I just fuckin' got the carpets cleaned. " Wouldn't be the first time there's been blood all over the place- this man has spilt more of his own blood on these carpets than he'd like to admit.
brow furrows and head tilts, clearly questioning the outburst, until verdant green hues trail over the almost comically perfect line of crimson bootprints on the beige carpeting that leads to the very spot he's stood on, just inside the entryway. oh, that blood. he swallows thickly with a trace of a cringe, a long and storied swedish upbringing creeping up on him as he wishes to be swallowed up by the floor a little upon realizing he's made a mess of @thehollyverse's house. "oh, erm, i ⸻ i apologize. i didn't realize my boots were dirty."
@dxsole | cont.
It did take him a moment to register, but it's the slap that kicks him into gear and he does as he's told. God, he loves it when she takes control, but he HATES it when there's no touching allowed. He's a very physical man, he needs his hands on her, or digits wrapped around his erection. He needs to do SOMETHING with them ( he's Italian, for Christ sake, he talks with the damn things ).
There's a sigh as he sits, watching, waiting for her to disrobe. His heart pounds in his chest out of excitement. The man receives joy from this. If he were to Marie Kondo his life, he'd never 86 this shit.
Hands grasp at his knees the moment she takes control, fingers wrapped around short, dark tendrils, and he hums against her. God, his hardened length is already almost too much to bear, trapped behind his zipper with no way out any time soon. Nick will make sure she understands later just how frustrating it is, but for now, he's content on lapping at her cunt as his nails dig into the fabric of his slacks on his thighs.
" I don't know what fuckin' goes on in the back of your fucked up head, Jimmy. Cause if you ask me, yeah, you probably do. " He's tapping on his phone a few more moments before locking it and sliding it back into his coat pocket. Another sip of his warm beer, and he's leaning back against the chair.
" You're shakin' like a cornered nun, dude, maybe use the fuckin' counter for that, yeah ?? "
Hefty snort and he pings up in his chair, bolt of lightning through him, power of Zeus type shit. "How's it a problem?" Spit from drunken mouth, snarled with little intention, "I get mine." His quaking leg had ruined the line he'd put out for Nick, so he was back to it, chop chop chop.
"You really that fuckin' horny man? I'd rather one'a them fuckin' -- hover-boards. Wiped a guy off one'a them e-bikes the other day, you know, with the fuckin' app? I dunno. Guy just came out'ta nowhere, before I knew it I'd grabbed him and thrown him under a moving taxi. Don't know what the fuck came over me." A mile a minute, he doesn't stop, the concussion hasn't cleared, but it's definitely on the back-burner, "you think I want to fuck a robot after that shit?"
Nick watches, hands folded together, resting in front of his hips, head tilted. This isn't a new sight for the man. In fact he's seen this scene before, too many times to count on one hand. And it's most welcome to see it again. He can't help the grin that spreads across his lips.
" Yeah we do. " A hand claps onto the other man's shoulder briefly. " Gonna deliver his head onto someone's door step ?? Play a little ding dong ditch ?? "
Jimmy moved different. It wasn't about the body, it was like he said, it was about what came next. Nick left, and the paranoid seconds turned to minutes, turned to feels like hours. He crouches by the body, fights the urge to chew his nail, inspects the gunk under his thumb, thinks about what he's going to do. Really chews it over. His heart was beating. He was alive.
Saw in his hand, dead greasy hair in his hand. Through meat, through gristle and sinew, blood spitting out, over his hands and in his eyes, but he didn't falter, didn't even blink, he was stone. Neutral. It had to be done, and it had to be done this way. He took the head. He stood up. He was done. See, they weren't disposing the body. Everything he did from the second he got back to the city was out in the open air, in the day, in the night, he didn't care. This time was different. This time, he had nothing to do.
"Come on," it was dripping on the floor, by his boot. There was blood on his knees, soaked into the bottom of his grey sweats. "We got somewhere to be."
Maybe it was the drugs talking- a particularly bad binge makes him hate himself, talk like he's not worth a damn penny on this earth. Though everyone see's him as a criminal, his siblings see him as something far more. Fuck, even Jackson did, and he wants nothing to do with Nick's blood money.
" Nah- "
A sniffle, finger coming to wipe at his nose as he scrunches it. Nick had hoped there was no trace, no EVIDENCE of the drug he had sniffed while Billy was in in the restroom, left on his nose. Sure, he knows his brother isn't an idiot, but if it's not talked about, it hasn't happened, right ??
" I think you guys woulda been better without me, Billy. "
The truth is they would've died without him. Or, ended up in the system- and this man was determined to keep his siblings together. He unfortunately took the brunt of it, left to pick up his own pieces after trying so hard to hold theirs together so they didn't end up like him- taken advantage of and broken down to nothing. That's why Nick had encouraged Billy to take off when he had the chance, see the world, make something of himself. Now they could both buy the whole world twice over.
Fingers tap on the marble counter top, impatiently.
@thehollyverse (nick) said: ❛ i failed you guys and it's not gonna happen again. ❜
brows are furrowed in confusion, fingers tugging at the collar of his shirt like it was preventing him from breathing [ it wasn't, he's just uncomfortable with the shift in conversation ]. their childhood hadn't been easy, not by a long shot, & that was evident in the way billy currently kept their mother under lock & key while all but torturing her [ she deserves it, he tells himself ] but nick had done his best. billy held no hard feelings for how rough things had gotten, especially not towards his brother.
if anything, billy would've called his brother his hero when he was younger. now, not so much. things changed, but the man is still his best friend. even when billy had nothing, he had nick: the one person who never gave up on him. the man was terrified of letting his brother down, of losing the only thing he's got left. it was why billy's current line of work was strictly off the tables of conversation, why he'd gotten more & more tight lipped as they've gotten older. if he told nick half the shit he had to do in the marines & since his discharge, would he still look at him the same way?
he swallows the discomfort down, finishes his glass of whiskey in one gulp before black eyes finally look back to his brother. ❛ what are you talking about, man? you never failed us. ❜ he laughs, in some vague attempt to lighten up the tension that had settled in the room. ❛ me, gracie, jackson . . . we woulda been as good as dead without you. ❜
* MEME, always accepting.
Chest rises, taking in air through his nostrils as he stares at his little brother before him. It's not like him- Billy never talks about the other shit with him... at least not like this. It's rare that they ever have a meeting together. Honestly Nick isn't hardly ever at any of those, he's just given a set of instructions. Not important enough like Billy is. He knows how this goes, he fucks up, Rawlins takes him out and finds another distributor. Nick is replaceable to them. It is what it is. He takes a cut and shuts his fucking mouth.
" Well what the fuck is goin' on ?? "
@thehollyverse (nick) said: ❛ what's going on with you? i know there's something. just tell me. ❜
black eyes are looking at his brother like something in him has broken [ really, he's been broken for a long time ] — the weight of what he's been tasked to do has taken its toll, & billy couldn't hide it no matter how hard he tried. whiskey is left untouched on the counter that he leans against, arms crossed in front of him like that would protect him from anything. he spares a glance at his watch before his head is shaking. lips purse & the breath he forces in is a difficult one.
❛ . . . i'm in some deep shit, nicky. ❜ he doesn't say anything further, as if saying it would make it too real to face: how is he supposed to tell his own brother that he's been told to kill holly of all people? the mere idea of it makes him sick: like some cruel fucking fate that he survived all those tours of duty, being the military's hired gun, just to be met with the one task he couldn't turn a blind eye to & fulfill without flinching.
* MEME, always accepting.
" Mm, uh, no, I will not be doing that. " He says. Is he joking, or is he serious ?? No one can tell.
Nick makes a mental note of that- 'give Didi more compliments'. It will be forgotten by tomorrow. Though he can say he tried, for the most part.
She's curling up to him now and taking the hand rolled joint, inhaling, exhaling, and coughing. Nick raises his brows. There's no laugh, there's no smile, but you can hear it on his voice as he speaks his next words. Fingers trap the thing between them.
" Yeah, I can tell. " He admits. Always found it funny, wasn't she French or something ?? They smoked like chimneys... he woulda thought they could handle a little bit of weed every now and then. Guess she's weaker than he thought.
Thankfully for them both, Didi wasn't much of a killer. Accidental manslaughter due to her own hubris that she would vehemently deny was her fault in any way was much more her thing.
Nick points to himself and her head tilts. "The girl with this face," She points to her own, she would say devastatingly gorgeous mug. "wouldn't mind a proper compliment from time to time, hm. It would be nice and I would like to not have to start twisting nipples or pulling ears just to hear one."
She seems to calm only when he agrees to let her use the card, Didi quickly making her way over to him, curling up to his side like a cat. "You're very sweet to me." He even offers a joint— Didi hardly smoked anything (fruity, overly alcoholic drinks with silly names seemed to be her vice of choice), but Nick did, and often. Enough for her to be a little more used to it.
Although, she takes one dainty puff, swallows down a cough with a shudder and a whine, and hands it back over, murmuring, "I'm not very good with those, hm."
@holyfailed asked: [TABLE]: sender touches receiver's thigh under the table at a restaurant or a dinner party (jordan/nick) from here
Nick's favorite past time. Going to the fanciest restaurant in the area dressed down, only to spend hundreds of dollars and watch the managers jaws drop when he pulls out his wad of hundreds. Tattoos doesn't mean you're a degenerate, though to them it is. And honestly ?? They'd be right. He is, he just has the money to show for it.
And who better to have in tow than his wife ?? Jordan always looked good, no matter what she wore. But he'd be damned if they let her feel like shit. Nick ?? He can take it. Jordan probably could too, what with that smart mouth she's got on her, however Nickolas wouldn't take that shit. No, she deserves the world, and he gladly kisses the ground she walks on.
It doesn't take long before the menus had been left, and he was leaning over, arm hooked around her waist to pull her in closer. Arm comes up to rest behind her on the back rest of their booth, eyes glancing over the writing in front of him. It doesn't take long before he can feel delicate fingers on his thigh. Hips shift in her favor, knee's spreading even further than he usually spreads them. Hand sets the menu down, moves under the table to wrap around her wrist, and moves it to his now hardening erection under the confines of his shorts. He clears his throat, swallows.
" You just couldn't wait, could you, baby ?? " He asks, eyes focused in front of him as he removes his hand from hers.
No, he runs the show around here. However, she is quickly on her way to becoming second in command. Noelle puts Nick in his place, and often. He needs it, needs someone like that.. not that it's ever gonna work, really. Exhibit A: Nickolas has a huge, shit eating grin spread across his lips as she yanks on his tie. Fuck, does she not know what the does to him ?? Oh, she HAS to. It's very obvious the way it stirs on his pants at this very moment.
" YES mommy- I MEAN ma'am. Yes ma'am. "
@thehollyverse (nickolas) said: "For your information, I'm already sorry I was ever born."
pretty blue eyes are already rolling. smile on red lips doesn't meet her eyes, heels clicking along the floor as she approaches him. fingers wrap around his silk tie & give it a tug: not a warning, just a bid to get his eyes on her. ❛ you're about to be even more sorry if you don't get this under control. ❜ one may think she's the one in charge of the entire operation, but no. she simply has no patience left for nick's antics. ❛ if you stopped sniffing coke every five minutes we wouldn't be in this mess. ❜
* MEME, always accepting.
Nick thinks for a moment. He thinks about squeezing and squeezing and squeezing until she's no longer a crying, sniveling, writhing mess underneath him. He'd crawl on top of her and continue to do so until the lights went out in her eyes, all because she even DARED to take a bite out of him. Maybe he'd see his mother or father in her, finally getting the revenge he was owed on them. It should have been him, not some fucked up junkie on the street.
That moment flits away as fast as it had come, and when he see's how truly fucked up she was... he take a milisecond longer than he should have to release his grip on her throat. However the thought he had conjured up seconds beforehand remained in the middleground of his mind.
Untouched hand comes up to nurse the injured one, eyes assessing the damage she had inflicted on his tattoos ( he has the money to fix them, that's not a problem, but it's the fact that he's been inconvenienced with it in the first place ). He's inconsiderate about the whole situation. Had she not have bitten him, he would have considered feeling bad for the woman, but that was thrown out the door the second she latched on.
" Didi, what the fuck is your problem ?? " He asks, voice lower than it had been previously. Both hands now covered in blood.
She should have. She doesn't for the very simple fact that she can't allow the idea that she may not be enough for him enter her head. Didi's been there; felt the horror of not being good enough no matter how she would carve out pieces of herself because then maybe she'll fit the mold better. Didi decided a long time ago that it was better to act out than let herself feel that small ever again.
Especially because sugar daddy's were a dime a dozen. How many people had money? Loads. How many were stupid enough to fall for a few bats of her lashes and a hand on their thigh? Enough.
And if they didn't bend to her, she'd punch them in the goddamn throat and take their wallet.
All of that was better than this. This horrid feeling that she couldn't get him entirely under her thumb. That, whether he meant to hurt her or not, that she was still made to feel so insignificant.
And then it suddenly gets worse.
The teeth that were so hellbent on skinning him from the knuckle down suddenly release him. Blood is smeared over her teeth, making them as pink as her gums, and her lips, making her look more horrifying than she currently felt.
Hands grip her neck and suddenly she can't breathe. He's not even pressing hard enough to do so, but it's as if her throat caves in on itself and she can't catch her breathe no matter how she wheezes. Everything comes back to her in one sweeping wave of horrible, disjointed memories.
Nick couldn't have known. Didi had mentioned, once before, that it was was simply not her thing. She didn't care for being choked, were her exact words. It was made to sound like a preference, not the death sentence it felt like. Once again she refused to show weakness and now there is a physical consequence to her stubbornness.
Didi cries (And she doesn't cry unless it's on cue. She'd rather bleed out than show her genuine tears). It's that quiet sort of sob that starts with parted lips and squinted eyes, like she was desperately trying to scream yet nothing could come out. Then all at once, streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably as she shudders in his grasp, still trying to scream...something but unable.
They're at an impasse. There is a fear in her eyes and not just because of what he's done— she's completely terrified of something that he can't see and that she won't share. And why should she? They don't mean anything to each other.
@ch069 asked: “ I want to feel you inside me, deep inside me. I want you to tell me when you’re going to cum, hear you moan my name and fuck me harder.” ( from Val to Nick! ) from here
The thought of that had Nick hard already. Chest rising as he thinks it over, eyes blinking slowly. Though he watches her from behind half lids, jaw clenching. A hand twitches foreword, wrapping digits around the delicate column of her throat, squeezing just lightly. Nickolas King Russo is usually one to submit in the bedroom, though occasionally he can be caught off guard even by himself. He pulls Val closer.
" Mm, yeah, I bet you would like that, wouldn't you ?? You wanna get outta here right now ?? Or are you gonna fuckin' tease me some more ?? "