#gangsta worick

[sanjisblackasswife]

this is corny but i’m sketching this idea w someone SO

Thinking about big boys like—

Zoro, Toji, Bokuto, Worick, Benimaru, and Yami lifting your shirt and grabbing your chubby belly knowing you hate it but he does it anyways because he is absolutely infactuated with your tummy.

“Stoppp! I hate when you do that!” You squirm with your back against his wide chest and he keeps on squeezing, you’re pretty much stuck in place feeling his hands roam all over your body.

“Uh uh.” He bites and kisses your cheek caging you in his strong arms, “S’all mine I can touch when i want.”

You hate it. A lot, and he sees the hate you have in your face so he turns you around to kneel and kiss the one thing you despise, knowing you always had an insecurity about it telling you how much he loves your tummy as much as he loves you. Because he in fact loves his chubby girl🦦.

Honorable mentions: Kuroo, Taiju, Baji, Mitsuya, Draken, Iwa, Osama, Sanji, Luffy, Ace, Gojo, Fatgum, Nicolas, but he’d sign that he doesn’t care lol, Yasu, Joe, Jean, Connie, Tengen, Rengoku

[onyaki]

a smokers kiss - drabble

"you want a hit?" they ask, across from you. the smell of alcohol, nic and sweat mixed with perfume and deodorant reeks from your skin.

you laugh, "im good, im not used too it." you glace away from their eyes, looking to continue your conversation with another.

they take a good look at you, head tilted and thought wandering. "...I know what'll get you used to it." getting up from their spot, you're able to see every detail of their expression; now that they are in front of you.

"hm—?" you're cut off, by their hands on your face, titling you to look at them. "what are you doing?" you almost stutter. your hands, taken by theirs, pushing you back against the rest of your chair.

"open," they lift your chin again, taking a puff of their cigarette.

"wait i—" smoke leaks from your lips, as they blow a cloud into your lips. instead of pulling back, they kiss you. lips tasting like liquor and cigs.

—

quanxi, shoko, stein, worick, sanji, aki, himeno (anyone else I literally can't think of people who smoke)

[princessoflalaland]

synopsis: in which worick reassures he loves your small boobs

content: smut, dry humping, breast play

“She’s…not stacked?”

you glare at him. “no, she’s not, jackass. keep your dumbass comments to yourself, arcangelo.”

worick's stupid comment does not go over your head. he's made it a stupid habit to voice his thoughts about women; not derogatory, just honest (in his eyes). it’s not like he’s wrong though: your tits are small, not as impressive as alex's.

normally, it doesn’t bother you, but the comment is coming from someone you find remotely attractive, someone you've pining over for the past couple of weeks. so it stings a bit more than usual. worick curls his lips into that sexy, shit-eating grin he’s known for as you storm off after nicolas. he makes a silent promise to change your mindset on him and those cute tits of yours.

little do you know that feature, along with many other things about you, is what turns him on the most. so, in the moments when it’s just the two of you in the apartment, he has you straddling his lap. he kneads the small yet plush mounds on your chest, making you whine and writhe on his growing bulge.

he grinds his hips up into your clothed cunt, groaning around the nipple in his mouth. “such pretty, perky tits.” his faded blue eyes peer up at you, pools of lust that makes your stomach flip. “dunno why you’d get upset over them.”

you bite your lip and huff out a moan. “'m not upset about them. i’m upset over—” an involuntary whine interrupts you. worick pinched the nipple that isn’t in his mouth and let his teeth clam down gently on the one his mouth. heat and arousal pumps through you with every beat of your racing heart. “y-your words. that’s what upset m-mee..”

“aw, darling.”he coos, popping off your sensitive nipple. he pays attention to the next one, swiping his expert tongue over your areola. “didn’t mean to make you mad.”

he can’t get over the look on your face. your pleasure keeps you from fully contorting your beautiful face into an expression of anger. he rolls one of your sensitive buds between his fingers, eliciting another cry from you. “in case you can’t tell, i fuckin love your tits.” he sucks a dark mark onto your breast, his groans vibrating over your nerves. “they’re so cute. who needs giant tits when i got these, hm?”

your hips haven’t stopped gyrating over worick's jeans. the friction was delectable, and pairing that with his lips on your smooth skin, that was enough to get you closer to a desperate climax. through your pathetic noises, you say, “y-you mean that?”

“course i do, baby. your tits are perfect, made f’me to suck on till i cum in my pants.” his vulgar words make the wet patch on your panties damper. “love you and your lil tits, princess.”

your hips stutter as you cum through your favorite pair of panties. your fingers dig through his ash blonde mane, yanking at the locks as your walls spasms around nothing. his name is a breathless whisper on your lips, a sound that rings in his ears even after you’re done cumming.

worick watches your sclera fill your eyes as they disappear entirely into your skull, he revels in the way your body jerks ever so slightly from ecstasy. he can just about cum in his pants from the sight.

a thin trail of saliva connecting his lips to your breasts glints from the low light in the room. worick presses a tender kiss to each nipple then to your mouth.

“i’m sorry, y/n if i made you feel less than perfect.” his voice is raw with honesty, his eyes carefully focused on yours.

“if you want my forgiveness, you’ll make me cum again.” you always know exactly what to get out of this man that is utterly whipped for you.

his signature smirk makes a reappearance. “of course, princess.”

[rindoushousewife69]

[sllystupidfyodor]

[gamblersdoll]

RUN A TRAIN, EAT A HEART?

nicolas and worick cant decide on what to do with you, so they fill their stomachs with you.

“what are we gunna do with you?” worick groans, his lips at your neck as his groin grinds against the fat of your thigh. nico had been suckling on your perky nipple, groping the other in the attempt to find some pleasure in pleasing you.

you whine, the stimulation already too much to handle. how could you handle this? and worick was trying his absolute damndest to get a hand in your panties. once he did, the nerves were more than sensitive.

nico wrapped a hand around your throat, squeezing ever so slightly when you moaned. he could feel the vibration in your throat, he knew you were in absolute paradise. he groaned himself, feeling his cock strain against his jeans.

“got an idea.” worick says, sucking on your ear now. “feel like we should be eating that pussy of ‘yers, how bout it?” he grins, pinching your clit. you jumped, causing both to elicit a groan. “yeah, thats what we’ll do.” he said, all the while signing to nicolas what the plan was.

nicolas apparently loved that idea, immediately hurrying to get you out of your cute little lounging shorts. it took no effort, worick spreading your legs wider and enough for two men to get in between them. “comfy?” he asked, his breath fanning over your seepy folds.

you nod sheepishly, a burning feeling in your chest and face. worick shifts his attention to your throbbing clit, looking in awe. “fuck, shes so prettyy baby.” he groans, taking his wet muscle and licking a small stripe. you moaned, head digging back into the pillow.

nicolas had put your leg on his shoulder, pushing himself up more to lick at the inner of your thigh and then to your creamy folds. his hands eventually found your stomach, having no doubt in the fact he had your vocal cords higher than anything.

“feel it, nico?” worick says, groaning and moaning as he then bit your thigh so softly. it causes you to jump, and attempt to push his head. “ah ah, dont you go anywhere.” he chuckles, dominance seeping only just a bit. he pulled you back down, kissing at the bite. “shes loving this shit.”

nicolas nodded, small groans and whines of his throat spilling when he had slid a finger inside, licking at the sensitive fold.

“fuah– shit!” you squeal, trying to pull yourself back. you were yanked back, a growl from nicolas.

“‘top runnin’..” he mumbled, lower of his face glistening. he goes back to paying his attention to your sloppy pussy, ignoring any protests you may have had.

you softly cry in overstimulation, back arching from off the bed and hips gyrating on their faces.

worick chuckled, “you heard the man.” he says, licking on your clit and spreading you open to see your throbbing entrance. you clenched around nothing. “she’s so fucking needy, baby.”

the butterflies in your tummy had grown, exploding once both of them had decided to slide both of their middle fingers in, looking up to you. “yeah, you like that dont you?” worick had said, and nicolas was no better, widely smiling up at you as he winked.

you orgasmed around their fingers, feeling them pressed and squeezed to your pelvic bone through your pussy. they pulled away, both in awe from the translucent sticky cum from your pussy snapping from their fingers. nicolas wasted no time in licking his fingers, then sucking on the entrance to your pussy. he needed to have it all, fuck worick.

you squealed, legs wrapping around nicolas’ head as worick had moved up to hold your oh so sensitive and burning body. “oh poor little baby.” he cooed, rubbing your head as he hushed you through nicolas’ ministrations.

he had his fill, leaning up to kiss you on your forehead and then pinching your nose.

“do you want anything to drink?” he signed, face having no smile or anything, but you can tell he had your cum on his nose, lips, jaw, his lower face.

“white cranberry.” you signed back, nodding a ‘thank you’ when he left.

“did so so good for us, pretty baby.” worick rewarded, holding you to his chest as you sipped the juice. that sip was every fucking thing. nicolas had held your lower, finding comfort in the plush of your hips.

[krewekreep]

Y/N x Nicolas: Gangsta Drabble

Drabble From Nov 2016, hope you enjoy. (Cleaning out my notes app 😭)

Nicolas leaned against the wall of an alley; arms crossed and head down with his eyes closed. Anybody who passed and happened to peer his way assessed he was taking a nap. He almost was if it wasn't for his need to be aware of when a certain somebody would pass his way. With two senses off, touch was amplified significantly; he felt the impact of foot against unleveled concrete recognizing the way the boot heel met the ground. He opened his eyes, peering into the open street to see a strand of wavy hair pass his sight before the adjacent building cut his view. He moved himself from his post onto the street watching the body of a girl gallop happily laughing. He watched as her hands were inadvertently touching the kitana tucked in her denim jeans. Today she wore a basic white tee, jeans and brown boots. Her accessories were bandages rolled around both her arms and a dog chain that was backwards lightly hitting her chest. He knew she would find it creepy if she turned to see him following her, she'd berate him with words he couldn't hear about how odd it is to be followed in the middle of the day. But something about seeing her undisturbed, unbothered kept him at a distance. Whenever they were around each other he'd find a way to agitate her: pluck her ear, tug her hair, grab her weapon and run; all ways to get him attention. Childish, he knew but it worked.

She continued on laughing in conversation with a friend gesturing a part of the story with her hands. Her friend he knew from their visits, she was short and mean which Worick was attracted too. Most times he'd attempt to get his girl to chase after to him to not catch second hand embarrassment from Worick flirting. Alex would just laugh advising Worick to leave her alone but he would neglect the advice and continue his flirtatious advances. Nicolas recalled a day where he had run away with her weapon, leaping along rooftops with her not far behind him. She was not as fast as him as he knew his enhanced abilities were to blame but he loved, which took him a while to admit, how she as a human could surpass all normal ability; he had to admit it aroused him beyond belief. This day however, he found the temperature satisfying. Clouds littered the sky, the air was not humid and clingy, it wasn't stark hot. He lowed his pace for her to catch up, he turned and teased her by sticking his tongue out. She returned the gesture and sped up. He laughed deciding to halt immediately in his tracks. She, running full speed, hadn't commanded her body to stop and went right into his body. They collided but Nic had put a firm grip on her shoulders slowing her crash into his frame; in the end he fell to the ground with her chest against his. His breathing hitched as he looked down and saw in her shirt. He covered his eyes and fell back on the roof with a chuckle. She didnt know what was funny and decided to berate him about playing games with her. Her weapon was on the corner of the building much closer to Nicolas but she saw a chance and jumped for her kitana. Quickly, Nic went for the weapon too. He knew he was too far away to reach the weapon but not to reach her so he looped a finger in her belt and pulled her back. She huffed before landing backwards on his lap sideways. She fussed at him again and all he did was recline down with his hands behind his head extended to a relaxed position.

She laid on his chest watching him sign a children's story he memorized as a kid. Informing her about his difficulty to read at a young age. His least favorite story was the ugly duckling because of how he related to it. She told him he wasn't an ugly duckling, blushing she admitted he was pretty cute which made him smile crookedly.  He saw an opportunity to open his personal borders, telling her a bit about his childhood. He told her his love of libraries, how much reading meant to him. He especially loved children's books for the pictures as they assisted in his comprehension of the tale. Half-way through his story telling he quit signing and spoke outwardly. Usually he chose not to as he was unconfident in his speaking voice but she had asked him multiple times to speak freely with her and with constant jeering he eventually did. Short words became phrases that then matured into sentences and conversation. She knew sign language and could understand him fine when he spoke aloud. The sun began to disappear and those hours alone they shared stories with each other, Nic would have never had the courage to and was secretly elated when she grabbed his hand to hold. She wrote her name and other things on his arm with her fingers. She noticed his arms lacked hair but made up for it in veins, they were all over his arms and when he exerted they pulsated which turned her on although she would never confess. By the time they returned Worick had boxes of take out and Alex cooked the remainder of the food. The rest of the night was riddled with light hearted jest and story telling, leading to the eventual departure of who Nicolas considered was his  significant other, even if he hadn't talked to her about it.

Nicolas found himself lost in memories and didnt notice her enter walking towards him. It was all a blur as he ended up falling asleep. It all cleared when somebody hit him on the head with something hard and flat. He focused and saw her in front of him arms raised with an object in her hand. When she removed it from his head she handed it to him to read the cover.  "Wonder by R. J. Palacio" he said aloud. She felt the urge to suddenly kiss him because he looked like a child the way his eyes widened and how slowly he read the title. She knew he was shocked she remembered and had seen his figure disappear into an alley anytime she turned around. His grogginess made him slower than he realized. He looked up at her stunned, mouth agape and she couldn't help but place a kiss to the corner of his mouth. His fatigue combined with his surprise made him a sight to see: his eyes faltered ever so slightly, his jaw looked to be permanently open, and his big calloused hands were wrapped around the book with childlike tenderness. She signed your welcome and he embraced her with one his arms the book touching both their bodies in his other palm. Her friend had leaned herself against a wall out of earshot and out of their space but snuck a glance their way once in a while to capture a glimpse of adorable manifested. Nicolas said, "Thank you." and she smiled beaming at him.

[theintrovertedextrovert]

My favourite short kings <3

[aucasaurus]

[midnightlee25]

Yandere Reaction: Their darling asking them to pretend to be their partner

Nicolas Brown: 

Doesn’t like the idea at first so he won’t go along with it but if they keep pestering him about it then he will agree to it. However, unlike his darling he won't be pretending at all. This situation will only give him a chance to act on what he's been wanting to do. 

Worick Arcangelo: 

He only goes along with it to show everyone that they are together. Not that he doesn't do that anyways by spreading rumors but now he can show people that it's true.  

[fandomcentralsstuff]

I need him so fucking bad y’all don’t get it🤤🤤

[inotaro]

there’s literally like 20 people keeping the gangsta fandom alive, and they all deserve the biggest kiss!

[shujisprettybabe]

Nicolas Brown, Worick x Fem! reader

tw: implied nfsw towards the end…that’s about it.

A/n: I am so sorry about the person who requested this?? Like a freakin month ago?? I went on deployment🇺🇸🦅???💀 But I hope you enjoy it!! And sorry if they seem a little bit ooc!! If you want something different or better please let me know!!

Worick was no foreigner when it came to Lingerie. In fact, he prided himself on knowing the difference between them and what looked best on not only himself but his clients, although it never stayed on for long.

 But on you? Consider him a new man. Consider him never having seen lingerie a day in his life. Because you. Because you??

He’s flabbergasted. His jaw is dropped and he can't help the way his eyes rake your body, taking in the way the clothing compliments your breast  and completes your figure. He’s like one of those cartoon dog’s, you swear you could see the hearts in his eyes. 

The funny thing is, this is not the first time he’s seen you wear Lingerie. Throughout the few years you’ve been married and even through the years y’all have dated, he’d act a damn fool when you decided to surprise him with the lacy,silk clothing. He’s your biggest supporter and hypeman, can’t help but to feel like the most beautiful woman.

He whistles, a giant smile covering his face while he rises from the bed. His hands reach around your waist and pull you close. “Is it my birthday or is this a reward for good behavior?” He says with a smile that you can't help but match.

“Hmm? Oh this little ole thing? I’m wearing this for me.” You laugh out loud. “ ‘m just changing up my nightgown.” The faux innocence in your eyes has him chuckling. His hands slide down your form slowly before gripping your ass and pulling you even closer.

“Then I approve this new changeup. I’d like to indulge myself in this new change, if you don't mind.” And with that he picks you up. You can’t help the screech that leaves your mouth as he does with such ease. He places you down on the bed before kissing your breath away.

“So I’m guessing that means you like it?” you laugh.

“Oh my pretty wife, more than you’ll ever know.”

Unlike Worick, Nicolas Brown was a silent appreciator. The first time you walked into his room, he was already seated in a chair, his eyes closed and arms crossed. He had just gotten back from one of his job calls and was patiently awaiting the next one.

He noticed someone was in the room but waited till he felt the tap on his shoulder to open his eyes and the sight behold him had his eyes as wide as saucers . 

Not many things could surprise him or at least indicate it on his face.

But goddamn you looked like a goddess standing in front with a timid tilt to your smile. He swallows the lump in his throat and beckons you closer.

Instantly wrapping his hands around your waist and stroking the silky material. You wait patiently for him to finish.

And finally, he looks up. A soft smile decorates his lips and you let out a breath you weren't even aware you were holding as you replicate the same smile on your face.

He lets go of you to sign quickly before placing them back around your waist.

“What’s the occasion?”

“Nothing, just wanted to surprise you. You seemed a little stressed out from work and…I thought this might help.”

He lays his hand on your stomach and lets out a soft hum of appreciation before he’s suddenly up and softly pushing you away.

All for good reason of course. Nicolas Brown was very aware of his handsy and T-shirt stealing (although they both steal other’s clothes) roommate. And because of that, he’s also very aware that Worick does not have the concept of privacy when it comes to barging into other people’s rooms.

So like any sane man, he closes and locks the door before returning back to your beautiful figure.

Nicolas grabs you gently, treating you like you were made of glass before placing soft kisses on your forehead, cheeks, nose and lastly your lips. You both slowly melt into each other’s embrace, his hand slowly gliding up and down your back.

And you finally take a breath of air, his head  on your forehead. He pulls you back to sit on his lap as he signs. “You’re perfect. Thank you, love.””

You can’t help the smug grin that sets place on your face, feeling him underneath you.

“Let’s see how long this actually stays on.”His smirk matches your as he begins to remove his belt.

[gamblersdoll]

cw: mean worrick, spit, tears, bj

your jaw was going slack, sore and long. you could hear it pop every now and again, but not over the small gags youd make and the gasps for air.

“yeah? how my dick taste?” he barks, arms folded behind his head and resting against the couch. “fuckin cockdrunk, arent you?”

you nod, eyes looking up at him and teary. you lower your head farther on his cock, gagging hard. you didnt mind, him training your throat for hours was perfect. your throat loosened and tightened around his cock, you practically swallowing him.

his voice hitched, cracking when he speaks. “oh shit—mmhh!” he groans behind his lips, eyes crossing and toes curling. “thats my fuckin girl, suck that fuckin’ dick!”

you nod, watching him lean up and spit in your face. your cunny clenched, toes curling on their own and his tip comes out with a ‘pop.’ fat globs of spit spills from your mouth, you giggling as he bites his lip.

he grabs a handful of your hair, leaning down to you and smirking. “wont let this pretty mouth run away from me. nah, ill leave another gapping whole in you if you tried.”

[osakunt]

worick x reader x nicolas angst to smut if you don't do that then angst to fluff I just need some gangsta material tbh

- MINORS DNI

God I’m so sorry for the long wait 😭 I can’t think of anything angst to smut ……. Here’s just some smut

Nic’s balls clap against your ass while he vigorously trusts into you. The way his curved cock drags inside of you has you on cloud nine. Scraping your insides while you swirl your tongue on Worick’s tip. The precum he leaks makes you want to devour his dick whole.

The stimulation you are going through is something that was a first, definitely a must try again experience .

Your chest rises and falls with every deep breath you take trying to calm your self down.

The man between your legs moves and the blue eyed loud mouth takes over. His dick is much thicker than. Nic’s, filling you up to the brim.

“Let’s get this party started, shall we ?”

Worick can’t hold his excitement anymore. He goes for it without a warning. Nicolas is the next to shove himself into your mouth. You take it. They try to dominate you but you don’t let yourself get thrown under.

You had been submissive ever since this started. You grab his cock and let your mouth do it’s magic while clamping your walls around Worick. At this rate neither had a chance against you.

���Doll, you’re being a little to aggressive”

Nicolas grunts to the blond’s comment, his balls had already tightened on him. It was a matter of time before he tapped out.

Worick was another that was to lose the war against your cunt. Your pussy had him completely drunk - with Nic drained - you pull the gigolo towards you. Your rough kissing pushes him over the edge, spilling himself into you.

[qweaenr]