#gangsta x reader

[supern0va24]

Do I have a type?

[ziinesso]

A kiss at the corner of your lips. It's his way of being modest. In public, in front of others, so as not to embarrass you. A gentle caress at the corner of your lips. A demonstration of modesty. Yet, a shiver of intimacy goes through you every time. You know what this physical restraint means. That a kiss on your cheek is not enough, that what he truly desires are your lips. But he can't. Not now. Not in front of all those eyes. So, he tries to get as close as possible. Like a promise of an intimate future.

- itachi, neji (nt) ; choso (jjk) ; nicholas (ggt) ; mihawk (op)

[dollwrites]

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), normal!fem!reader, substance abuse [ reader is drunk and nicolas overdosed on celebrer ], classism, suggested age gap [ nic is 34 and reader is at least 21 ], anonymous hookup, brief description of blood and dead bodies, fingering [ her ], unprotected sex, pull out method, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘁𝗼𝗯𝗲𝗿 𝟮𝟬𝟮𝟯 ∣ day twelve [ nicolas brown + anonymous sex ]

the back alleys of Ergastulum were dangerous, especially at night if a young girl was to be walking by herself— intoxicated and carrying her heels in one hand. everything about your situation screamed danger, but you had been just drunk enough not to care.

just drunk enough to stumble your clumsy way right into you had never meant to see. remnants of blood spatter on the ground stained your bare feet, and your toes nudge cool metal. you glance down. a pair of tags lay there, with a name you didn’t recognize. Ranking B/4. when you look up again, there’s a man dragging what you assumed to be the Tag’s body and tossing it in a stack by the dumpster. he, too, wore tags; silver that dangled around his neck when he bent over, and his black tee shirt had been torn just enough to get a peak at the bulging veins in his sturdy bicep as he worked on cleaning up his mess.

your eyes flicker to the sword on his hip. a perplexing weapon, but a weapon, nonetheless.

the alcohol saturating your brain wouldn’t let you be afraid, and you felt your cheeks heat up— your belly knotting up with an unfamiliar, carnal desire. where you should’ve ran, you dragged yourself closer, using the brick wall for support so you wouldn’t bust your ass. and when the Tag spotted you approaching him, he stopped, and sharp, dark eyes narrow even further as he stands up straight and looks you over. his gaze is fixed and predatory, calculating every clumsy move that you make, but you can tell something’s off with him, too, and you simper, slow and lustful.

“You fucked up, too, Tag?”

he doesn’t answer, it’s strange, the way he’s looking at you. like he would tear you apart with his bare hands. the blood you'd stepped in had still been warm, which means he’d just been fighting to the death, and yet he wasn’t winded at all. his broad chest didn’t rise and fall with any sense of over exertion. you bit down on your lip.

“You look like you want to kill me.” you blurted out, before tilting your head. the Tag doesn’t give you yes or no, but his eyes watch the shape of your mouth, “Or… maybe something else?” you let your shoes slip from your hands and clatter against the ground by a dumpster, and his eyes follow, but to you they are already forgotten in the dark. after a moment, dark eyes train themselves on your face again, but you notice they’re zeroed in on your lips. you can’t help but smile. “What do you want to do to me? Kiss me?”

what had gotten into you?

“Touch me?”

was it the alcohol?

“Fuck me?”

or, maybe it was the stench of blood in the air, and the way his body was carved out from the moon’s dull glow that seemed to force you back to your baser instincts. when you say those two words, you watch his expression tighten. his brow twitches, and you know you’ve got his attention now.

“That’s it… you want to fuck me, don’t you, Tag?” you stumble closer, and notice how he doesn’t move an inch, so you keep prodding, “You like that idea? Fucking a normal right here, right now, in this filthy back alley—“ when you get within arms reach, instead of grabbing you like you’d expected him to, his elbow digs into your chest. with a low grunt, he pushes you against the opposite wall, his forearm pinning you in place. you choke on a gasp, eyes widening, suddenly regretting every provoking him in the first place as he steps close, plugging the gap between you with his own body. his frame is lean and heavily muscled, hard like bricks. “Y-you—?”

dark eyes, ringed from possible insomnia and age, watch your face carefully, his brows knit close together as he pins you in place. you could feel how much stronger he was than you, and for some reason, that didn’t scare you as much as it turned you on. you suck in a heavy breath, that his eyes follow as it inflates your chest, his fingers twitching when they uncurl from a fist. calloused fingertips glide along the top of your breast, before he grips a rough palm full, groping you through your skin-tight dress. a soft moan of surprise escapes you at such abrupt and uncouth treatment, your back arching into it. “Uhh…” the sharp, obsidian gems dart back up to your face, scaling along the shape of your mouth as you mutter, cheeks hot with a blush, “You don’t talk much, huh? Just… take what you want?”

he still doesn’t answer, and you don’t know which is worse.

being felt up right next to a dumpster by a stranger, or the fact that stranger won’t say one word to you.

“Why don’t you kiss me a little, yeah? Let me taste it~” crooning, you lean forward against his arm, tilting your head up. your lips are parted, waiting to be met with a fierce kiss. feeling his heat as he leans down, closer and closer, you close your eyes under the rush of anticipation. a low growl bubbles from his throat, practically vibrating against your lips as he hovers there, before his free hand shoves its way between your thighs, under your dress. in a swift motion, the Tag’s fingers slip up under your panties and jab into your slick, which frenzies and clenches around the girth of both digits working their way into you at once. “Fuck!” you hiss through clenched teeth, grasping at both of his taut shoulders. your nails dig through the thin fabric of his shirt and bite at his skin, and damn, you hope it hurts. “Easy!”

he was anything but.

a steady rhythm pumps his fingers in and out of you, as if mechanical, stretching you at a pace that your body hadn’t been ready for.

you keep one eye shut tight, but peer up at him with the other, your brows furrowed, and your mouth hanging open so the moans can fall freely from it. his eyes meet your gaze, his mouth twisted in an almost unnatural grin.

but still, it felt good.

you can’t help the moan that slips from your mouth as his greedy fingers desecrate your sex, scraping against your sensitive walls and bullying the elastic nerve clusters that he could reach. you were already so wet that you were soaking his palm, but the rougher he was with you, the wetter you got. “M-more,” you mew now, hooking one leg on his waist. the other balances you precariously on your tip toes, but with your shoulders pressed back into the brick wall behind you, you knew that you were mostly stable. “Gonna cum, gonna-“

you had been so close. your stomach was bunched up, every muscle in your body pulled taut, and you were starting to shake with need. the sensation of his animalistic groping and kneading of your breast and the way he mercilessly finger fucked you had pushed you right to the edge in a matter of minutes, and now you were just about to swan dive into abysmal euphoria when the Tag rips his fingers free from your body.

your disappointment only lasts for a moment— long enough to swear under your breath, hole clenching around air, before you felt both, massive and powerful hands on you now. grabbing your shoulders, he spins you around, pushing you against the wall, facing it. “Hurry,” you pant, needily dancing around on your toes, already spreading your legs wide when he wrenches your panties down to your ankles. you didn’t care, you’d leave them ruined in the street, if only he’d fuck you already. “Put it in, Tag!” you turned to look at him over your shoulder when you demanded attention, pushing your ass back against the groin of his jeans so you can smear your drooling cunt over the fabric and mark him as yours. he pauses, hands out, and watches the display. now, his chest does rise and fall with heavy breath, and you know why. you can feel the hard lump stabbing at your slick through his pants, and you know his cock is throbbing and wanton for you. your eyes widen when he plants a harsh slap on one of your ass cheeks, before gripping a handful of it, pushing you back flush with the wall. the way he manhandled you only made you want him more. “Please…” it was a faint whine, but you stayed in place, smushed against the wall with your hands splayed out, biting down on your lip, watching him.

his eyes had fallen from your ass, and now focused on his belt, his free hand unbuckling it with surprising skill. next, he shoved his trousers and the waistband of his underwear down just enough for his hard and ready cock to spring free, the tip spanking your ass when he does. as much as you would’ve liked to admire what he was working with, you don’t get the chance before he grabs hold of it and shoves it into you so abruptly that you cry out. at the same time, he grunts in approval at your tightness, grasping your hips with both hands now, pulling you back to meet his already greedy thrusting.

you could feel every detail of his cock as it plowed into you. thick and strong, with pulsating veins and a spongy, swollen head that battered your sweet spots until you were babbling, squirming against the wall. you could also hear him now, much more vocal, as he snorted and huffed and grunted. he must’ve enjoyed the way you felt from the inside, because he was grinding his teeth, hunching his shoulders as he hunkered down on you to pour you deeper and harder. hooking both arms around your midriff, the monster sweeps you off your feet, allowing you to bounce up and down on him, your legs dangling haplessly. he snarls in pure ecstasy, and you scramble to hold on to something, settling on reaching back to grab at his elbows.

“O-oh, fuck!” each launch sends you against the wall, but you’re pulled right back so the Tag can slam himself home, relentlessly burying his whole cock into you, and you couldn’t keep up. you couldn’t form any words that weren’t expletive cries, or breathe unless it was ragged panting. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” two words that you repeated over and over, louder and louder, feeling yourself start to drop off. you were going to come undone, but you needed for him to keep doing exactly what he was doing— fucking you wildly.

with weak eyes, glassy and on the verge of crossing, you gaze back at him, still begging him to keep going, and his own line of sight is trained on your mouth. that’s when you realized it. he had been reading your lips this whole time.

no wonder he wasn’t very talkative.

“C-cumming—“ you groan, scraping your nails against his muscles. you wanted to leave marks on him, break the skin so he remembered you, because you certainly were not going to forget him, “I’m cumming!”

when he registers your words, his bear hug around your waist tightens, and his body weight comes crashing against yours, smothering you against the wall and pummeling your guts with every ounce of strength he had until you were trembling, screaming out, and disoriented. he was in your ear the whole time, snorting heavy breaths through his nose, grunting and snarling. every time your cunt clenched around his girth, you felt it throb, he hugged you even tighter against his body, until he could take no more and released you all at once.

stepping back with a strangled moan, his cock slips from your vice just in time to shoot white streamers between your trembling legs that splatter against the dark concrete. you gasp, dropping your forehead to the brick and watch his release sink into the crevices on the ground. you feel so hollowed out, as if this man had just fucked a hole through you, and part of you wished he’d filled that hole with his cum; staring at it raining down on the street by your feet seemed wasteful. still, you knew you’d be feeling him for days, and you slowly and shakily push yourself off from the wall. turning to face him, you notice he’s tucking himself away, now, his cheeks are red and burning with a blush, even at his age he seems sheepish. you swoon; it was cute. traipsing closer, you throw your arms around his neck before he can push you away again, and pull him in for a lusty kiss, breathing hot air into his open mouth, before you suckle on his lower lip, sinking your teeth in it to tug, playfully until he grunts again, grabbing your face to pry him off of you. strings of your saliva tethers you to him, but only for a moment, and you sigh, a subtle smirk playing on your lips. he watches you, perplexed for a moment, before the pad of his thumb runs over the shape of your lips, and you can smell yourself on his skin. “You’re a pretty good lay, Tag.”

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Come Back to Bed with Me

Nicolas Brown x Reader X Worick Arcangelo

Sleeping with Nicolas and Worick is like sleeping between two ovens.

It was muggy again tonight.

In the corner of the room, the old electric fan wheezed away, blowing tepid air across the space and into your cramped, sweltering bed. Its buzzing accompanied the distant sound of nightlife filtering in from your open window and the sounds of the two souls sleeping on either side of you. Worick’s snores to your right almost covered the gentle rasping of Nicolas’s breaths, both of them completely out for the count despite the heat. But considering that both of them were responsible for the excess swelter pressing in on you, you weren’t surprised that they’d be immune to it.

Bastards. How dare they come into your bed, take up your space, and ramp up the temperature with their in-built, biological furnace system? It was your turn with the bed, so it was unfair that you couldn’t even get it to yourself tonight.

‘It was too loud!’ Worick had insisted.

Nicolas had simply hovered behind the blond, too sleepy to even attempt signing anything. A mistake on your end by looking at Worick’s puppy eyes ultimately led you to open the door wider and allow the two of them in.

Though, you guess it was your fault for allowing them to squeeze into bed with you in the first place. There was a perfectly good couch and plenty of floor space you could’ve gone to or made them sleep on if you really had minded. But you didn’t, the weight of their bodies beside you so deeply familiar that sometimes you struggled to fall asleep without them. Though sometimes the heat that you so coveted on colder days turned against you.

You laid still for a few moments, calculating how you’d escape without either Nicolas waking up or Worick latching onto you. After a moment of consideration, you slowly sat up, wiggling to the foot of the bed before slipping off there. The blonde mumbled something and rolled over, arms latching on the pillow you placed there as a victim as you vacated. Sighing in relief, you gave them one last look before tiptoeing out of the room.

It was cooler in the kitchen, but not by much as you fanned yourself with the collar of your oversized shirt (okay, Worick’s shirt, but he couldn’t fit in it anyway). Droplets of water splashed over the rim of your cup as you filled it, soon abandoning the whole thing as it took too long and sticking your hands under it. Cool water filled up your cupped palms, and you ducked down to sip from them before splashing the rest over your face and washing the sweat off.

Cooled down to a satisfying degree, you switched the water off but remained drowsily hunched over the sink, yawning occasionally. Water dripped down your features, but you were too tired to wipe it away. The thought of going back didn’t appeal to you, shuddering at the idea of sweaty skin and sticky sheets.

Your head dipped, eyes slipping closed as you began to doze off right where you stood. The slight sounds of footsteps approached, but you didn’t bother moving, knowing exactly who it was by the sound.

Fingers pinched the side of your cheeks, and you let out a groan as they tugged. “Hey, weirdo.”

“Mmmgrrghh.”

Worick chuckled affectionately, letting go of your face as your hand came up to swat at him. “What’re you doing out here?”

“Was thirsty,” you said. “‘N hot.”

His singular sleep-filled eye scanned your features, seeing how the collar of your shirt and skin was dotted with water. “Looks like you got more water on yourself than anything.”

“Was hot.”

He shook his head in exasperation. “C’mon, it’s late. Let’s go back to bed.”

“Don’ wanna.”

“I’ll open the window.”

“‘S already opened. And the fan’s on.”

You didn’t reply as your eye caught movements from behind Worick, leaning to the side to spy Nicolas stumbling into the room. “Oh, Nicky’s awake.

He signed something, movements sloppy and dragging as you tried to see what he was saying, but couldn’t due to the darkness.

Waving to catch his attention, you said and signed, “Sorry, I can’t really see what you’re saying. It’s dark.”

Nicolas let out a few unintelligible grumbles, a warm hand coming up to grab your wrist and tug you with him. Worick’s arm settled over your shoulders, his weight comforting as he leaned drowsily into you.

“Guys…” you whined, hand hitting Nicolas’s arm while following them back into the bedroom. “It’s too hot in there.”

“We can sleep on the floor,” the blonde suggested, slightly kicking at Nicolas’s calf to get his attention. His arm did leave your shoulders, but hooked around and tugged you closer for him to sign and speak, “It’s cooler down there since our whiny baby can’t handle this heat.”

“Fuck you,” you replied without any heat. “You two are a pair of furnaces.”

Nicolas stopped and let go of your wrist to sign, “Want us to leave?”

“No,” you quickly said. “Let’s just sleep on the floor. I wanna do that.”

Worick nodded. “Alright. And, you, don’t suggest something for somebody else!”

Nicolas blinked slowly, catlike as he moved forward and opened the bedroom door. You went ahead and tugged the blanket off the bed, Nicolas tossing the pillows down, while Worick unplugged the little fan on the table to relocate it on the floor where its wind could reach you. With the three of you working together, a comfortable area was quickly established, and you plopped down in the middle, settling into your spot with a satisfied sigh. Nicolas nudged you over, settling to your right as he set his katana down at the edge of the sleeping spot. Worick flopped down onto your other side, yawning loudly as he scratched the scruff on his chin. Before you could move, he rolled over to throw an arm over you, fingers latching onto Nicolas’s shirt.

“You’re heavy as hell,” you muttered, hand coming up to tug at strands of his hair. You turned to Nicolas to make sure he saw your lips as you asked them. “What were you guys doing up, anyways?”

“You weren’t in bed,” Worick replied simply.

Nicolas’s eyes glinted as they caught the moonlight, the Twilight blinking slowly in a catlike manner. 

You huffed and smiled, wiggling in your spot to find a more comfortable position. Your hand on his side sought out his and you curled your pinky over his. “I see. Sorry, I woke you guys up. I’ll make sure not to be gone for too long next time.”

Worick huffed. “You better.”

On the floor it was slightly cooler, but still not by much. But you didn’t complain as you felt their warmth press in on either side of you. Though none of you said it, it was always this way, the three of you so used to each other’s presence at night that the absence of one was always felt. 

The room fell back into its quiet nighttime ambiance as you all settled, three puzzle pieces clicking into each other.

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Aftercare with Nico (this is if you’re his S/O and not a …yk…hooker.) He will grab a wet towel and wipe you up. He prefers taking a bath after waking up, he enjoys those intimate moments with you the most.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

I HC Nico thinks he is attractive as well, but not as open about it as Worick. That being said he doesn’t have a biased to any part of him.

He is a ass/thigh man for life. Loves yours so much, since he relies on his hands a lot to speak to you he usually touches either of them to get your attention.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

When he cums it’s always A LOT and it fills you to the BRIM. He issss a bit of a freak, when he cums inside you he pulls out sometimes to let it pour on your ass and sometimes it stirs him up again to fuck you from the back. The way how your ass is all shiny and wet and BOUNCING literally drives him insane.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He recorded you both one time. He knew he wasn’t going to see you for a while since him and Worick we’re going to be busy and he knew on some lonely night he’d miss you so…to this day he kept the pretty video of your being fucked dumb in his other phone, safe and locked away. He’ll tell you about it. Eventually.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Nico is in his late 30s and he canonically has fucked before so he has plenty of experience. He knows how to properly use the vibrations of your throat and body language to know if he’s doing the right thing even if he’s deaf.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He loveesssss the matting press and reverse cowgirl, 100%. He loves being used by you even though he would never tell you. See your cute plush body smack against his almost makes him wish he could hear the slutty noises accompanied with it.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

He can unintentionally funny with his faces. Though he doesn’t like to speak when having sex he loves to tease you through his hands gestures when you do something silly

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

More shaven than Worick, but still hairy. He trims whatever starts to feel itchy . Sometimes he’d ask you to shave his jewels for him.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He’s a grumpy teddy bear so when you both finally made it official you both were dating he took it slow this time. So yes, he can be romantic when it counts. Missionary was the main position for the night, he love back-shots but seeing your face contort in pleasure right after pulling away from a deepened kiss.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Just as much as an average guy. He likes to do it late night hours or in the shower when you both are apart. If he were single it would still be the same amount

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He doesn’t have many kinks, however he is open to try some.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

He’s a more private guy so your room or the bathroom will always do it for him. However, sometimes when he sees you laying so casually on the couch with his (Worick’s) shirt on you may be indulged into some sex on the couch.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

When you “tell” Nico what you want. Like I said he loves to be used by you, but he also loves when you turn the tables and demand what you want from him. Just a simple touch of his pants will have him ready to go.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

He won’t do any physical harm to your face, like slapping or spitting on it, definitely won’t piss on you, and he sure as hell isn’t into a lot of weird kinks like race/age play. Out of the question

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

A munch. He can’t hear you but he enjoys feelings your thighs damn near suffocate him when his tongue reaches your sweet spot.

He loves to have you sit on his face no matter how much you weigh. He also doesn’t care if you have hair either, he kind of prefers a woman with such.

He doesn’t mind you getting on your knees to help him blow off some steam though. Your pretty little mouth struggling to take him all in. Feeling your throat gag on his size leaves a very devious smirk on his face.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Really depends on his mood. If he’s irritated he goes rougher, but overral his default is a pretty average a steady pace. He has taught you in ASL to sign when you want it faster, deeper, slower, softer so all you have to do is tap his shoulder three times and he will look up to see what you want.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Hates quickies so much. Mostly because he likes to take his time to really pleasure you both. He loves seeing you and he barely gets to so quickies aren’t something he is a fan of.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

As for different positions, and like kinks to try he’s open, but will seem reluctant if you don’t completely educate him on it. He doesn’t want to be tricked into doing anything that’s in his “No” list and if you do trick him he’ll probably never forgive himself or you for doing it.

As for anything else, the only risk he’ll take is getting caught by Worick (again). But Nico would get so irritated the rest of the day if anybody else were to catch you both in the act.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He can last quite long if you can hold out for him. Average sex night is around 45 minutes to and hour and that’s not including foreplay. He can take small breaks in between as well which consist of giving you small love bites and kisses all over your body before going back inside you.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He doesn’t have an interest in toys. If you want them, sure, but he doesn’t care to own em. ONLY if they are used on you not him.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

A WHOLE LOT. And he always uses his “I couldn’t hear you” excuse when he has done nothing but edge you with his face tongue and fingers for 20 minutes. He gets a kick out of it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He can grunt and moan of course. You hear the small noises when you ride him but unfortunately he cannot moan your name. He think he’d sound weird if he did since he can’t hear himself.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He’s really good at video games. He is an absolute beast when it comes to fighting multiplayers like Street Fighter, Mortal Kombat, and Super Smash. Worick swears he is cheating somehow.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

He has more girth than length he is around 6.8 inches, light brown tip, trimmed, uncut, and has 2 very thick veins. It’s so pretty :(

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

He’s not a feind but he will be willing to fuck whenever you are. As long as he isn’t busy he is more than ready to make u a wet mess under him.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He actually doesn’t go to sleep right after sex MOST of the time. Usually he has to be up to get ready for a job or he is stuck in his thoughts. If you fell asleep right after he will hold you for a moment and watch you sleep, sometimes looking and admiring how beautiful you are under the moon light. If only you could hear the thoughts he had about you in his head when he looks at you.

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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.

[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.

[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.

[theepisceswriter]

WELCOME TO CLUB RENAISSANCE !

(Aka Stallion's return event)

ＣＵＮＴ ＴＯ ＴＨＥ ＦＥＭＩＮＩＥ ＷＨＡＴ， ＰＯＷ ！

OMGGGG, lovies I am SAUR excited to be back and share my creativity and world with you all and build off of the equally amazing ideas you have as supporters of my work. As an artist, having the inspiration and drive to write after not having ANY for so long means the world to me! So come help me spew out more content for yall!! And what better way to do it than a Beyonce themed event?

MASTERLIST (TBA once requests start rolling in)

HOW THIS EVENT WILL WORK

♡ Underneath the readmore tag there is an assortment of characters, tropes/situations (both sfw and nsfw), and even reader specifics to choose from annnnddd even wildcard options for you if there's anything I left out!

♡ You’ll choose a Drink (character), Beyonce Song (situations/tropes), and your favorite Yonce (reader specific).

♡ The characters listed are not the only ones available, all characters from the fandoms I have listed on my page are available! The ones listed are just the ones I get requests for the most or ones I’ve been having brainrots for lately 

♡ You can send in all sorts of combinations and be as vague or descriptive as you want to be. You can list multiple characters, multiple situations, etc, etc.

♡ For example: "Can I have a Long Island Iced tea, Cuff It & Energy, with Femyonce?", "Can I request Zeke Jaeger with the fwb trope and nb!Reader?" and even, "Can I have One night stand trope with Gojo after he comes home after being locked away for so long?" Whatever you want baby I got you!

♡ Enjoy grandma's babies !!!

♡ CMON AND GRAB YOU A DRINK BABY ! (Characters) ♡

Long Island: Reiner Braun

Margarita: Toji Fushiguro

Martini: Gojo Satoru

Old Fashion: Nanami Kento

Mimosa: Jotaro Kujo

Cosmopolitan: Dio Brando

Bloody Mary: Geto Suguru

Whiskey Sour: Jean Kirchstein

White Russain: Eren Jaeger

Daiquiri: Zeke Jaeger

Negroni: Gutts

Gin Fizz: Shigure Sohma

Manhattan: Levi Ackerman

Mojito: Erwin Smith

Lemon Drop: Shuu Tsukiyama

Sangria: Benimaru

Screwdriver: Leonard Burns

Mai Tai: Character of your choice!

♡ CHOOSE A JAM TO BOOGIE TO! (Scenarios/Tropes)♡

♡ CENSORED (SFW) ♡

ALL UP IN YOUR MIND: Yandere

KITTY KAT: Sidechick-type beat

NO ANGEL: Troubled!Reader

PRAY YOU CATCH ME: Cheating

JEALOUS: Jealousy

ALL NIGHT: Domestic themes (marriage, children, etc)

SORRY: Reconciling

ON THE RUN: Criminal!Reader x Criminal!Character

HEAVEN: Death

LOVE ON TOP: Fluff

MINES: Any trope to lovers

BEST THING I NEVER HAD: AU (coffee shop, modern, organized crime, etc, etc)

LOVE DROUGHT: Angst

HELLO: First date

BREAK MY SOUL: wildcard! A theme you think of that might not be listed

♡ UNCENSORED (NSFW) ♡

COZY: Cockwarming

ALIEN SUPERSTAR: Monsterfucking

CUFF IT: Overstimulation

CHURCH GIRL: Religion kink

PLASTIC OFF THE SOFA: Aftercare (can be sfw)

VIRGOS GROOVE: Friends with benefits

MOVE: Dominatrix

THIIQUE: Body worship (can be sfw)

PURE/HONEY: Onlyfans!Reader

SUMMER RENAISSANCE: One-Night Stand

VIDEO PHONE: Phone sex

IF I WERE A BOY: Pegging

6-INCH: Sex worker!Reader

SANDCASTLES: Hate sex

UPGRADE U: Sugar Daddy/Mommy

HAUNTED: BDSM

BLOW: Oral fixation

PARTITION: Car sex

DANCE FOR YOU: Striptease

ENERGY: Mutual masturbation

ROCKET: wildcard! A theme you think of that might not be listed

♡ CHOOSE YOUR FAVORITE YONCE ! ♡

Femyonce: F!Reader

Thugga Bey: M!Reader

Themyonce: Nb!Reader

Diversce (I thought of this one real hard): POC!Reader (you specify)

[cookiepie111]

Nicolas brown x black reader

Slightly suggestive. Not proofread.

Nicolas loves your neck. It's his favourite part of you. Lying down with you, head nuzzled between where your shoulder and neck, it's his favourite place, your hands working their way through this hair, the vibration coming from the light hums from throat it puts his heart at ease.

But it's different. Different from the waves that come from your neck when he's kisses along your neck, tilling your head up to lick long stripes up to your chin, the beating from your throat has his blood rushing. Kissing and sucking at your neck, it's like he can feel the unsteady beating of your heart, and all you excitement bubbling up in your throat.

[ziinesso]

There is something compelling about the idea of possessing both of them, at the same time. These friends being pushed to play your game. In the middle of it all, you appear as the pivot. The one who has set the rules.

You revel in their rivalry. You savor every moment of their attention, their attempts to win you over. You ignore their squabbles and focus solely on your own pleasure. After all, they will have to learn to share. Making a choice is impossible. Why make a choice when you can possess them both? Why separate them when they are more effective together? You would be foolish to be satisfied with only one.

- geto/gojo (jjk) ; zoro/sanji (op) ; mikey/draken (tr) ; shizuo/izaya (drr) ; worick/nicolas (ggt)



[burningstar-light]

Back Home

Nicolas Brown X Gn Reader

Summary: You come home after work and your man comforts you

Warning: None.

Rating: SFW

Wordcount: 581

Requested?: No

My fingers curl lightly around the doorknob, I twist it open, the door clicks open, I feel hot and cold with nerves, my stomach flutters. A man sat on the floor next to the bed, his back rested against the side, he had a book open in his hands, fingers lightly flipping the pages, I shut the door with a soft click, I walk towards the man gently tapping the bed with my foot so he could feel the vibration, I had forced him to get a bed when I had moved in with the two Benriya boys. 

Deep black eyes stared into my own, his lips turned up into a small smile, to most it would have been almost scary his teeth were shark like, sharp and jagged, but I had know this smile to be one of warmth and kindness, he always smiled at me like this, his eyes softening. His dark black hair was ruffled and sticking up all over the place. I watched him dog ear the corner of the page he was on before placing it next to him. I felt nervous now with his full attention on, he tilted his head to the side, dark eyes always watching me. I must have been frowning, I wasn't upset, but the worry in his eyes made my heart stutter, his arms opened, a hand tapping lightly against his chest, he was inviting me for a hug. Numbly I walked further towards the man, I kneeled in front of him, in between his legs, my arms curled around his shoulder and neck, his strong arms wrapped around my waist and tugged me into his chest. He smelt of a strong cologne, I buried my face into his neck, he smelled of pinewood, cinnamon and cardamom with an undernote of blood, sweat and disinfectant, I knew it was Worrick’s cologne Nicolas wouldn’t have brought it.

“WhAt's WrOnG?” His voice was thick and clumsy, the words slurring together, I could feel tears prick at my eyes, I knew he didn’t like to talk, the words felt awkward in his mouth but his hands held me firm against his chest refusing to let me go so he could sign the words. I pulled away, just enough so he could see my lips, his hands squeezed my sides gently, his dark eyes trained on my lips.

“Today was just very hard, can we move to the bed?”

He nodded, his arms holding me closer as he stood, I squealed as he suddenly threw me onto the bed, I watched his shoulders shake with laughter at the shocked laugh that painted my face, his grin was wide.

The bed creaked loudly as his weight rested on the bed, his palm rested next to my head, the other gripped my hip, the tags around his neck clinked together softly. The hand slipped up, fingers lightly brushed against my side, I gasped as his fingers dug into my side, ticklish feelings erupting where his finger touched my skin.

“Nic!” I squealed, a wide grin split my face, I pushed hard at his chest, he was so heavy that I knew he wouldn't budge, he grinned down at me.

“SmiLe MoRe,” his voice crackled, his hand tilting my head back, rough lips pressed softly against my own, they were dry and cracked, but he was so tenderly kissing me, his hand slipped down and rested lightly on my throat. “LoVe YoU.”

"I love you too Nicolas."

[hannya-writes]

Hi darling! How are you? How have you been? I'm new to your account and saw that you're requests are open. So, could I request angst to fluff for Nicolas Brown finding his girlfriend injured very badly because of some gang that he fought in the last two days and then he beats them or kills them(you can either choose) and when he comes back he's gentle and soft with his girlfriend

Thank you so much!! Have a lovely day/night!!

Title: Hurt and Heal

Fandom: Gangsta

Pairing: Nicolas Brown x Reader

Other characters: Worrick, Alex.

Category: Romance, Angst, Request.

Warnings: This is a Request but I got a bit carried away because I wanted to paint a whole picture(?), There is no violence showed, but it is implied.

Author's note: I gotta thank the sweet Anon who asked for this, I hope you like it and I'm sorry things didn't come out as expected, if you don't like it you can request again and I'll write for you!

Situation: He founds you hurt after you got beaten by one of his enemies.

You met them because of work. You needed help with some home issues, like painting some rooms, getting some shelves in place, moving some heavy stuff, etc. And someone happened to mention Benriya. You ended up calling them and Alex was kind enough to appoint you on their tight schedule.

At first you were a little reluctant to mingle with them, I mean a man with a pirate patch, a woman with a beautiful curved body and then there was that other man, the one that seemed to be able to kill with a glance.

The first day you only left cold lemon water and sandwiches for them. However, the second day the man with the patch caught you with a question "where did you say you wanted this?" You became paralyzed. Worick turned to look at you and you gulped down your own saliva. 

You panicked ok? Worick was beautiful, his eye was so blue it was a crime, his hair glowed as if he had a halo, his voice was deep but melodical and his hands… why were you looking at his hands so much?

"Miss?" He asked worried and you snapped back into reality.

"Mrs, I am… I was married" instead of answering the question you corrected him "what was the question?" 

The other man used sign language and you were able to read his movements "she said by the side of the window, stop bothering her"

"It's no bother" you commented and suddenly all of the eyes were on you.

For the next couple of hours the handymen did their work as you spoke and signed for them, they were curious about your ability to use sign language so you explained to them that your mother was deaf and you learned to have quality time with her.

When they left that day your fear of them had disappeared completely.

The next day only Nicolas went to your home and there was not so much advancement in work since you kept telling stories about your family to Nico.

In only 4 days, everything was done, you paid the services and extended a special invitation to Nico "Come anytime, I'll be happy to have you" 

Worick is a little shit, the moment he saw you signing those words to Nicolas he started to create plans to make Nicolas go to see you.

Nina made a cake? Worick sent Nico to give you a slice.

Alex made some nice food? Guess who gets a taste?

They got an "extra" gun? Geez, you should have it! There's no such thing like being too careful!

What do you mean you don't know how to shoot? Nico can teach you! Only Nico would decline that idea since he's terrible with guns, so Worick will teach you but will also drag Nico to you.

"I'm a pacifist" you signed to Nicolas and he frowned to you.

"That's not good, Ergastulum is a dangerous place" he signed back and you made a pout.

"I know, but I don't want to hurt anyone" you told him and he signed quicker than before.

"Then you will get hurt, I rather you hurt someone than you getting hurt" his words made you blush.

"I've heard you are quite a good fighter? Why don't you do the hurting and I do the healing?" You proposed with a smile and he accepted after a minute of thinking.

Your relationship with the Twilight was slow but steady. When he wasn't going to visit you, he was working, when you weren't working you were studying with Dr. Theo about Twilight medicine.

You were almost never seen in the streets together, you two were careful. Very careful, especially since Worick worried about your safety.

Listen, Nico loves the fact that he can actually have a whole conversation with you. He knew he was in love since that day when you told him he could hurt and you will heal.

But of course he didn't say shit! He's afraid, he feels like he doesn't deserve to be happy and you deserve everything that is good in this world, so yeah! He's not confessing, there is nothing in this world that could make him confess. He would rather die than confess.

But then there's that call in the afternoon. Alex answered the phone but there was no one on the other side, she was about to hangout when she heard your voice in the distance, followed by the sound of things crashing.

Alex ran to tell Nicolas two words: your name and danger.

Nicolas didn't need to know anything else to start moving, he took every single shortcut to your house and got there in record time.

He had popped some cerebret and was ready to fight but when he arrived at your house you were the only one there, laying on the floor, in a puddle of your own blood with many cuts all over your body.

Nico panicked at that sight, thinking you were dead, his mind ran at 100 miles per second, he wanted revenge, he wanted to cry, he wanted to hold you, he questioned why had this happened to you and… your hand moved and so did your lips. He recognized the form of his nickname on your lips: "Nico"

And that simple move of your lips made his mind calm down, he took you in his arms and carried you to Dr. Theo.

Dr. Theo and Nina took care of you. He waited outside of the clinic, feeling useless, lost. His mind was planning on how he would deal with the person guilty of your state. Human or Twilight they were going to feel his rage, they were going to beg for forgiveness. He only needed you to point in the right direction.

Worick had to order Nico to get back home, to eat and even to take a bath since Nico only wanted to be by your side at all times. And surely, once Nico complied he went back to the clinic, to see you sleeping peacefully, unaware of all the injuries in your body.

"She'll be fine" Nina told him in sign language "She's still sleeping because of the medicine, don't worry"

"I like her" Nico answered "I wish I could not-worry but I do" he looked at your fragile form in bed.

"Really? I didn't notice" Nina mocked him and Nico growled lightly "She came all the way here to learn from Dr. Theo" she added and Nico frowned since you had never told him that.

"Why?" He asked and Nina looked at the twilight with a smile.

"She's a doctor in human medicine, but she wanted to learn about the twilight variations" said the young nurse "She wants to be able to heal everyone no matter if they are Twilights or humans" Nina's eyes suddenly widened with surprise and and Nico frowned confused only to then turn to see you awake on bed.

It only took you some more days to be able to use your hands to speak. And the first thing you said was a "Hello, Handsome" with your bandaged clumsy fingers.

Nico on the other hand asked about who had hurt you, why, how had things happened, etc.

So you explained everything, the banging on the door, the assault, how did those men looked like, everything you remembered was said to Nina who translated to Nico, since one of your hands got hurt.

Nico almost broke the chair he was using out of rage. He recognized those descriptions. Those were some little thugs that he had beaten before but had mercy on them. This time there was no mercy. No when they had hurt you and give you a message for him.

"You are not the only one who can beat people" when Nina signed those words Nico decided those men were going to have a horrible and very painful death.

"Nico you don't have to…" you tried to tell the twilight but he was looking away, he only turned back to you to hold your hand for a moment, a moment that at least from Nina's point of view was very romantic. Then he left.

Nico knew where to find them, he knew where they would be at that hour of the day. So he went there. He knew he should have told Worrick, but he didn't want to, this was personal.

The second he got there, he jumped over the culprits, katana in hand. With the first slash he cut down fingers. One of the three men tried to run away but got stabbed in the heels

Everyone in the bar left and Nico decided that he was going to make them pay for what they have done to you: an innocent, beautiful and kind woman.

When he got back to see you he has his shirt stained with blood. He was more relaxed, almost relieved since the thread had disappear. They couldn't hurt you anymore.

"Nico" you said as he walked your way and your expression went from casual to worried in a second. "Are you hurt?" You asked him and he looked at you with soft, caring eyes.

He sat on a chair by your side and caressed your good hand, putting a strand of your hair back behind your ear in a sweet manner, soothing you back to sleep.

"Can you get in bed with me?" You asked him and he read your lips. He hopped on the bed a little stiff at first, but then he practically melted and molded around you.

He is all soft and warm while he takes care of you, he gives you water and feeds you. He just stays there to help you

But then Worrick goes to the Clinic and takes Nico away, it's for work and you understand. The thing is: he doesn't goes back, even when Nina tells you you are free to go. 

For almost a Month you didn't see him. You asked about him many times but Nina always said the same "we haven't seen him" Bullshit! She was lying, you could feel it.

It took you some time, but with a lot of insistence Dr. Theo finally gave you their address, Nico's and Worrick's address! So you decide to go there.

You knocked at the door and Worrick opened, he was surprised to see you, he tried to cover all the space possible as he asked you about your recovery.

You are forced to push Worrick out of your way, only to see Nicolas sat on the couch with Alex straddling him, lips locked on a passionate kiss that leaves you without words.

You blush embarrassed and suddenly felt lost… you had all this unspoken feelings for Nicolas and you had only understood it after all the time you had lost touch with him. Only, only he was kissing another woman but not any woman, this was Alex Benedetto, the singer and secretary of Benriya.

It breaks your heart, you stutter an apology and leave in a hurry, feeling ridiculous. Why did you think you had something special? What had made you think Nico felt the same? It was laughable! You were only friends, nothing more. So why were you crying? 

"Asshole" Worrick signs to Nicolas right before Alex slaps him leaving a red mark in his cheek, which makes Nico growl in pain. "Y/n, She feels things for you" he adds as Alex leaves Nico's lap to go to the desk.

"I know" Nicolas confesses leaving out the words: "I feel things for her too", because he knows Worrick, he knows he would try to set them up if he admits his feelings.

Nicolas just wants to protect you, he just wants to save you from becoming a target for his enemies. Because if they know, if they get a grasp of what he feels for you they'll use you as a leverage. It's better if you stay away. You'll be safe that way.

He understood that in his last mission, as he fought and Worrick told him not to kill those humans. He wanted to kill them, be sure they would never get to you.

"Hey, we can't kill everyone" Worrick told him and Nico got mad.

"I will, I will kill everyone to get Y/n safe" he thought to himself and suddenly stopped in his tracks. He loved you. He loved your conversations. He loved that little tic of yours. He loved the way you saw him, how your stern and cold eyes melted as he was closer by.

He couldn't kill everyone, he couldn't guarantee your safety. No when he was closer. But if he wasn't there, you would be safe. 

"If you love someone let them go" Nico remembered reading something like that. He understood.

So when he smelled your perfume at the door and Worries answered, he panicked. He needed to push you away, and there was Alex reading a book. He snatched her from her place and put her in his lap, only to kiss her as if Alex were you. Slow, tender, passionate. He didn't saw you, he concentrated on the task at hand and got sure to break your heart.

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Contract (Chapter 1)

Worick Arcangelo x F! Reader

Summary: You summon a demon to help you find love, this Incubus is the most beautiful person you've ever seen.

Warning: Nsfw, Worick is just really naked in this chapter, suggestive comments and touching.

Rating: Nsfw +18

Wordcount: 2391

Requested?: No

Thick hot blood dribbled down my wrist, forming in a pool on the hardwood floor, fingers dug into the wound, quickly coating them in a deep crimson, fear and anticipation flooded my veins. Dull pain burst through my knees as I collided with the floor, fingers smearing rough symbols on the floor. Anger burns through me, as the last symbol is drawn on the floor, a dark wave seems to blow through the room, the bloody floor glows faintly, slowly growing brighter and brighter until it burns to look at until, when I close my eyes the light burns through my eyelids. Darkness swallows the world leaving behind only after images of the burning pentagram in my mind's eye, sulphur fills my nose, burning and vile, my body jerks bile rising in my throat burning its way up. My eyes blink open, tears filling my lash line, slipping down my cheeks, smoke clouded the room, curling in tendrils from the burnt summoning circle, something stood in the middle, a lean body, velvety darkness fell off them in waves. 

I blinked again, slowly, blood loss causing my head to spin, warm red blood still dripped down my arm, warm fingers curled around my jaw, tilting my head back and up.

“Now, now, darling, I can’t just have my new master kneeling on the floor in a pool of blood.”

My mouth went dry, the voice was smooth and velvety, like a sirens song it drew me in, an annoyed sound filled my ears.

 Warmth burned across my skin as the beings hand dragged down my neck to the gash in my arm, fingers trailed over the wound, drawing feather light circles around it. My eyes slid open at that, following up the muscled arm up to the beings face, crystal blue eyes stared back at me… No… only one eye, there is only one, in the place of the other was a wicked scar, the lid had been sealed shut, an easy smile curled across its face, almost feline in nature and dripping in charm. Ash blond hair tumbled down his shoulders, the same pale blond hair shadowed along his chin and upper lip, small black horns porturde from his scalp, the demon leaned forward more, that crystal blue eye peered down at me, pale purple swirled within it. I gaze past his shoulders, a pair of deep black wings protrude from his back, grazing the floor as he kneeled in front of me. My eyes roam down his body, pale skin covered hard muscle, a few bright white scars litter his torso, a smattering of gleaming blond hair trailing down his chest and down further in a snail trail, still further my eyes sink, to the dips of his hips, to the corded muscle of his thighs and up to the apex of his thighs where he hung in all his glory. I jerked my head back up, hot blood pooling in my cheeks, like a fire was burning under my skin, a single blue eye twinkled with amusement, a lazy grin on the demon's face.

“You can look for longer than just that pitiful glance, I am quite proud of my equipment.”

I opened my mouth to speak, the words died in my throat, strong arms curling under my prone body hefting my body up with ease, his skin was hot, burningly so. Weakness hit me with a wave, the world spinning, my nose bumped into his neck, suddenly the smell of sulphur faded and his scent filled me, cigarettes, gunpowder and a mix of perfumes, it was almost choking.

“You’re very quiet, are you unable to speak? I can give you a voice, if that is your wish.” The demon's voice was teasing, the vibrations of his voice sinking into my skin, long strides quickly carried us to the lounge that I had pushed to the side, making enough room for the summoning circle, with surprising gentleness I was placed onto the cushions. 

“I can speak, your stench was just choking me.” I snapped back, embarrassment burnt my cheeks.

His grin stretched wider revealing sharp teeth, his eye glittered with amusement, strong hands pressed against my thighs as he crouched in front of me. Something dark, whipped around behind him, hitting the ground repeatedly with a sharp crack, my eyes focused on it watching it move… it was a tail… long and thin, ending in a heart shape.

“I can heal that nasty wound you have, but that means you have to absorb my body fluids,” his voice is a purr, stretching the words, “that usually means blood but I could make an exception for you and we could find another use for that mouth instead of petty insults.”

My lips peel away from my teeth in a snarl, face twisting in disgust, “Both sound disgusting, why would I want to ingest a demon's blood or any other body fluid from you, I can just wrap my injury and let it heal on its own.”

If it was possible his grin would have gotten even wider, “Sorry, Master, but injuries made when summoning won't heal on their own, but you either need send me back or drink my blood… something tells me that you wont send me back, I don’t think I’ve completed the mission you had in mind for me yet.”

He leaned in closer, hot breath brushing over my skin,”Unless you want me only for my body, which I would happily oblige.”

My lips turn down in frown, “No, you haven't completed the task that I wanted you for, but first before I tell you of that I want to know your name.”

“Worick, you can call me Worick…” He, Worick, paused for a moment before speaking again, “It was what I went by when I was human.”

I swallowed thickly, human he had been human, my blood crusted fingers brush against his cheek, stopping just below his scared eye, he leaned slightly into my touch, his good eye growing hooded.                                                                                                             

“Be careful, Master, touching a being like me with so much tenderness.”

He pulled away from my touch, big hands cradling my arm, bringing my arm up to his mouth, dragging an inhumanly long tongue over the bleeding wound, pain like liquid fire ran in waves away from the wound, I pulled back from his touch, but iron strong hands kept my arm in place, a strangled cry tearing from my chest. The pain faded leaving but a warm tingle slowly spread from the wound to my entire body, settling heavily in my loins, his long tongue kept dragging over the injury, a low groan vibrated against my skin. Blood dripped down his chin, falling seductively from his plush bottom lip, watching that demon-like tongue drag over his lip collecting the blood. It was hard to drag my eyes from the seductive sight in front of me, slowly my vision focused on the wound… where it used to be now there was only smooth blemish free skin. 

“I thought you said there was no other way to heal the wound but to send you back or to drink your body fluids,” annoyance coated my words.

“I never said, drink my fluids, just that you had to absorb them,” Worick whispered, chapped lips pressing against the pulse point on my wrist, teeth nipping at the delicate skin, “could’ve fucked you full of cum and that would have and that would have healed you.”

Heat exploded across my face, burning down my neck, my hands shoved at his shoulders. He rocked back slightly, but didn’t fall, a wide grin splitting his face, one of his hands still held onto my arm, the other resting lazily on my knee. 

“So, what did you call upon me for, Master?”

My lips parted before quickly closing again, I turned my gaze from him, sudden embarrassment and regret filling me, suddenly the swirling patterns of my wooden floor was very interesting, thick calloused fingers pressed lightly at my jaw, forcing me to gaze into his eye.

“I can’t complete your request if I do not know what it is,” there was a hint of anger in his voice, that charming smile on his face faltering for just a moment.

“Keep… I didn’t think this ritual would even work, so you can’t blame me for calling a demon for such a stupid reason but… I summoned you to keep me company and to help me find a partner…”

Worick burst out laughing, sharp teeth flashing as he tilted his head back in a belly deep laugh, his fingers tightening around the meat of my thigh, his tail slapping the floor like a happy dog, his wings puffing out.

“Stop laughing at me, like i said I didn't think it was going to work,” my voice was a high whine.

He kept laughing, his chest rising up and down with gasped breaths, the hand that gripped my arm slipping away to run through his silvery hair, his eye closed.

“Master, that has to be the stupidest reason someone has ever called upon a demon before, it's almost endearing.” Worick shifted, resting his chin on my thigh, “But I shall help you with your request, it would also help me stay out of hell for a bit, y’know it's surprisingly cold there.”

“So how do we seal the deal?”

His blue eye bore into mine, capturing me in the swirling purple storm, his hand squeezed tightly around my thigh, sliding just that bit higher, a sly smile parting his plump lips, his thumb rub circles on my inner thigh.

“There are a lot of ways but only a few of them are fun,” he leaned in closer, his voice was like velvet, a hand sliding up to cup the back of my neck, bringing me in closer. Warm lips brush over mine, his body shifted forward more, something slim and warm wrapping around my ankle, his lips pressing firmer against mine, tongue skimming over the seam of my lips before pushing in and intertwining with my own. We stayed like that for what felt like minutes, his tongue exploring my mouth, our lips moving in tandem, my body slowly heating as his hand massages my thigh, the rough hair on his chin and upper lip scratching lightly at my skin, I felt frozen, lust burning through my entire body. His lips pulled away from mine, his tongue drawing back into his mouth, a self satisfied grin curling across his face, his eye was hooded as he gazed into my soul, his hand slipping down my back to rest on my lower back.

He hummed softly, leaning his elbow on my knee and resting his chin on his hand, “The deal is sealed, Master, your lips taste so sweet… not to mention I can smell your lust from here.”

“(Y/n)... That’s my name… Call me that, not master.”

“(Y/n),” the word rolled off his tongue, “That's a beautiful name.”

I watched Worick stand, shifting to his full height, he was tall, towering easily over me, he gazed down at me.

“Master, can you show me around, since I will be staying with you until you find a partner.”

“Don’t act like it will take forever!” I huffed out, he chuckled at me, his lips turning up in a smirk.

“Well, (Y/n), since you are looking for a life partner and not just a quick fuck, expect for it to take quite a while. If you wanted that I could get you a one night stand as soon as you walk out this door.”

I stand quickly, the cool floor sending a jolt through my system, I huff softly, ignoring his words and walking forward, gesturing for him to follow me. Worick padded after me, almost like a puppy following its master, his shadow danced with mine on the wall as we walked down the hallway, the same hardwood floor was here, white paint coating the walls, soft golden light glowing above us. I tug open a door, the hinges creaking softly, inside was a plain double bed, light green sheets cover the bed, the walls the same white as the hallway, a few empty painting hooks in the wall, a small chest of draws in the corner near a window.

“This will be your room while you stay with me… Wait here while I get you some clothes, they were my last ex's. They may be a bit tight but we will go and buy more tomorrow for you.”

“How generous, Master,” there was a teasing note to his voice.

I walk away from the demon, ducking into my room and pulling out a pair of mens shorts and huge hoodie, as I walk back, I watch as he leans against the door, his wings flexing, tail slapping lightly against a muscular thigh, fingers scratching at washboard abs. A dangerous grin curled his lips, an ocean blue eye glittered in mischief, one hand gripped the doorframe, he leaned closer wings spreading wide blocking out the rest of the hallway from view, I got closer, pressing the pile of clothing against a toned chest, a big hand cradled my own, the other moving to rest gently on my hip. He stepped closer still, I could feel the heat radiating off his skin, his tail curled around the meat of my upper thigh, it was smooth and soft like velvet, the heart shaped tip rubbed circles on my skin.

“Tell me, why would you summon a incubus and not want to fuck me?”

“Because I can get dick elsewhere, why would I summon a demon for that? Now put some fucking clothes on.”       

Warm hands pulled away from me, his tail curled around my thigh slowly slipping off, he turned his back on me walking through the door, my eyes trail across his back stopping between the two glorious wings on his back dark black ink a swirling tribal pattern rested there. My eyes slid lower, the muscles in his back flexed as he walked, his tail lazily swayed, still my gaze slipped down further, my teeth sunk into my bottom lip, he had an amazing ass.

“You can’t say you don’t want to fuck me and then look at my ass like that”