#nick grant

[monstrumsprings]

Lackadaisical

[croxovergoddess]

Haven't drawn my girl Nick in a second 💛

[beyondthefold]

CHRIS EVANS as NICK GRANT Push (2009) | dir. Paul McGuigan

[steve-kemp]

All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood. — Rainer Maria Rilke

[annislittleshopofhorrors]

~ Push (2009) ~

[societyfolklore]

Blame the Weather

Title:  Blame the Weather

Pairing: Nick Grant x Female Reader (Cos Push doesn't get enough love)

Warnings: Explicit Content, Minors DNI, 18+

A/N: This piece is part of the Sexy September Scribbles challenge, hosted by myself and @soelstress Sep 26th: So wet, you must’ve been waiting for this.

The room was stifling, no air moving, sweat slicking every inch of your skin as Nick dragged you into his lap. His mouth was on yours before you could breathe, teeth and tongue, kissing like he wanted to bite. His hands shoved up your skirt, rough and careless, like he didn’t give a fuck if the fabric tore.

His fingers slipped between your thighs, sliding through your folds too easily, coming back slick and shining in the dim light. His grin went crooked, cocky, as he pressed the mess against your clit, rubbing until you gasped.

“So wet,” he rasped, breath hot and dirty against your mouth. “You must’ve been waiting for this.”

You laughed, though it came out shaky, your hips jerking against his hand. “Don’t flatter yourself. It’s a hundred degrees in here, I’m dripping everywhere.”

Nick’s smirk twitched darker, meaner. For a heartbeat you thought maybe you’d poked too hard, but then he growled low in his chest and shoved two fingers inside, rough enough to make you yelp.

“Yeah?” he muttered, curling them deep, knuckles grinding your walls as your back arched. “We’ll see you blame the heat when you’re gushing all over my cock. When I split you open and fuck you until you forget what your name is.”

You didn’t even get to spit a comeback before he was pushing into you raw, dragging your wetness down his length and bottoming out with a groan. The stretch was brutal, your sass breaking into a helpless moan. His forehead pressed to yours, both of you slick with sweat, his stubble scraping your cheek.

“Still think it’s the weather?” he grit out, hips snapping, each thrust punching deeper. “Or are you ready to admit you’ve been dying for me take you?”

“Shut up…” you whined, rolling your hips back, the wet slap of your bodies echoing through the stifling room.

[spaceshipsandpurpledrank]

[sabziesart]

Artfight Attack for @croxovergoddess!

Nick is quite honestly one of my favorite characters of all time, and I've always felt somewhat intimidated to draw her. But I think it's safe to say this is an improvement from my first attempt! I'm very proud of how she came out!