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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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