#worick arcangelo x reader

[dejwrites]

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ⠀ ⠀⠀ explicit ⠀ 〳 ⠀ gangsta ‵

❪ ♡ ❫ ─── ( synopsis ) explicit headcanons for the gangsta men. ft worick, nicolas, delico, & marco

♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — reader discretion is advised: female reader, female anatomy, canon verse, headcanon format, oral (m.receiving), worick calls you princess, submissive!delico, missionary position, enemies to lovers trope, soft smut, choking kink, marking kink, reader is mr monroe's daughter in delico's part (adopted, blood, stepdaughter, whatever floats your rootbeer float), breeding kink, spanking

NICOLAS BROWN

― 𝐄����𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐄𝐒

YOU AND NICOLAS NEVER GOT ALONG. You were positive he hated your guts as soon as you joined Worick, himself, and Alex. You weren't sure why he disliked you, but you gave him as much heat back. You weren't a punk, so you weren't going to let some Twilight boss you around. Especially one whose ranking only became so high because he overuses cerebret. And Nicolas knew you hated him just as much caused of the way you rolled your eyes as soon as you saw him in the room. He even would let a profanity word or two when you would come into the room. The one thing that Worick did notice was that you two actually worked pretty well together when you put your mind to it. Both you and Nicolas could argue all morning, but when it was time to get shit done—Worick could only choose you to be sure Nicolas is good.

Only cause within two enemies who hate each other so much—deep down it's some form of romantic tension between the two. Every night, as you tiptoe into Nicolas's room, proved this. You've lost count on the number of times, you'll cover the bite marks and hickeys that decored your delicate skin simply because Nicolas got off at the sight of you panicking to cover them.

Every night where you two argued through harsh sign language ended with you croaking out Nicolas's name as if he could even hear you. He was really good at reading your body language and your facial expressions to know that he was fuckin' you just right. With your face buried into his pillow and your back arched perfectly, Nicolas had you completely trapped from running from his harsh thrusts. Every time your hand went back from interrupting his actions of pleasing you, his large hands would come down to slap you on your ass cheeks gaining a yelp from you.

Although the flesh on your butt stung with each spanking, you grew wetter for Nicolas's cock to brush against your tight walls effortlessly. You could feel your essence staining the inside of your thighs and your thighs were beginning to quiver before Nicolas bottomed down inside you fully.

The Twilight just enjoyed fucking the hate for him out of you.

WORICK ARCANGELO

― 𝐎𝐑𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐈𝐗𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

DATING ONE OF 'THE HANDYMEN' OF ERGASTULUM WAS NEVER EASY. Especially when dating the blonde-haired, blue-eyed, eye patch-wearing Worick Arcangelo. It consisted of waking up in the morning and finding him and Nicolas in your living room sleep because after their dangerous task you didn't have the energy to question, they'll crash at your place because it was closer (and you cooked some pretty good pancakes according to what was signed to you by Nicolas). Or it was the seething feeling of jealousy because of the women from his past occupation. Obviously, it also consisted of the poor attempt to scrub blood out of Worick's shirt, you insisting you burn it—but it's his favorite shirt. You knew it wouldn't be easy, but you could tell the relationship was taking a toll on both of you.

You knew Worick did his all to be sure to keep you out of the deadly things he and Nicolas usually have themselves tangled in. However, that didn't stop him from bringing it to your doorstep after a long day of tasks. His body was completely exhausted. His fingertips were stained with the scent of gunpowder and bullets. And you hated to want to admit that he actually looked even more attractive in this state.

It was always the same routine when he came over after a long day. If he had the energy, he'll eat what you cooked for dinner. If not he's tugging off his dirty clothes to take a shower immediately and crashing right in the middle of your bed. But tonight was a bit different as you could tell how stressed he was.

You took it upon yourself to get on your knees and smother Worick's cock with kitten licks until his hips are jerking forward urging you to finally put it in your wet mouth. When he felt the wetness of your mouth, you could hear him let out an exhausted sigh of relief. His head instantly falls back to meet with the back of your cream-colored sofa. His hands found comfort on the back of your head to help guide your soaked licks and sucks upon his thick cock.

Occasionally you're perking yourself forward just to shove Worick down your throat some more. With pornographic gags bouncing off your living room walls, you could only take it due to Worick's hand being pressed on the back of your hip. His hips bucking forward just so his swollen tip could brush against the back of your throat.

"There we go princess, take it all in your mouth." Worick praised you while being your personal hairstylist with the way he was holding your hair.

MARCO ADRIANO

― 𝐂𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋

MARCO'S JOB HAS ALWAYS BEEN DANGEROUS. No matter what, you found yourself sitting up late praying that he returns in one piece. You've lost count of how many bloody shirts you tossed or ice packs you've placed upon his ribcage—and you hated to admit that you were slowly growing tired of it. You weren't sure if you could handle the emotions of one day Marco not returning home to you. You feared that one day Loretta and Galahad would come knocking on your door with a look of sorrow.

But one night when Marco came home, you didn't want to worry that something was up with him. You couldn't particularly put your finger on it, but you knew that something was on his mind. He looked pretty banged up with small cuts on his arms and a bruise on his cheek, but you could have chalked that up as a typical shift with the Cristiano family.

He didn't say much, he just let his lips crash upon yours and his arms bring you closer. With each nibble on your lower lip and his tongue tasting the wine you sipped on during the night, a piece of clothing was removed from both of your bodies. Seconds turned into minutes before the both of you are intertwined with each other naked in bed. Delico toned statured cowering over your body while his hips rocked forward with his cock inside of you. The intense feeling of your pussy clutching around Marco only allowed him to let out a string of groans. His grip on your body trapping you from running from his thrusts tightened and he had a goal to be sure you felt every thrust he put his all in.

By the way, your kiss swollen lips were parted apart to whine out his name, Marco could tell he was doing just that. He didn't want to admit to you that he had a close call during a task for Loretta. A bullet was perhaps three inches away from his life being taken away, so tonight he dedicated the evening to making sure his soul was intertwined with yours. The mere thought of you leaving behind on this planet caused his heart to feel happy, so he couldn't help but fuck you a little more passionate tonight. His kisses on your heated skin were so soft that if he kissed hard enough, he would break you.

And when it was time for the two of you to be tugged off the passionate toe-curling cloud of cumming, Marco didn't bother to pull out. His thrusting turned a little sloppy and slow and his cute whines echoed in your ear.

"I love you Y/N."

DELICO

― 𝐌𝐑 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐑𝐎𝐄❜𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐄𝐑

THE MOON SHINED THROUGH THE SHEER WHITE CURTAINS, COMPLETELY ILLUMINATING YOUR SWEAT-COATED SKIN. Your hips rocked back aggressively and your mouth gasped open to let out soft whimpers that combated with the sound of your headboard clashing against your nude-colored walls. Delico's fingers bruised the soft flesh upon your waist as his heterochromia eyes stared up at you in a complete trance. Completely pussy drunk for the woman above him whose pussy was clutching around him like a perfectly fit glove.

He was D-ranked Twilight who has done so many bad things within his time of being a bodyguard for a man like Mr. Monroe, but the actions he was committing tonight were just as bad. But, it felt so right. His head sank further into the pillow under his head, his white strands of hair stuck to his forehead due to the sweat. It took him by shock when he felt your hand grasp his neck. Although the grasp didn't hurt him—he still felt his body heat up by the action. Completely turned on at the sight of the way your head fell back in complete bliss while stuttering out his name.

Through coherent groans, Delico's attempt to praise how beautiful you look was interrupted by the tumultuous knocks on your room door. Your hand covered Delico's mouth to muffle any hush words that were about to tumble off his lips, you could hear your father's words behind the closed door. "I know you're still upset at me, but it's for your protection. Just please let me come in t—" Mr. Monroe's words were interrupted by you.

"I'm fine, completely over the situation father. We can discuss this in the morning." You hissed out feeling Delico's hold on your waist tighten before he's rolling your hips.

Your breath hitched in your throat while attempting to form a proper sentence. The sound of your room door knob began to jiggle aggressively, despite being fully grown—your father still thought it was okay to barge in your room. The drastic feeling of Delico's cock twitching inside you felt like your orgasm was clawing you to the edge. You wanted to moan out his name so badly, but you couldn't know how much trouble that would put both of you in. Mostly the D-ranked Twilight that was below your bare body at the moment, but you couldn't tarnish that perfect image your father had of you.

"We can talk about this tomorrow! I'm—uh handling something right now." You said through soft moans, hips still rolling like a cat in heat.

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[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.  

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[freezingstar-light]

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”

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[lexsssu]

Little (Worick Arcangelo)

Flufftober Day 31

TAGS: Worick/F!reader, arranged marriage, drabble

He was 13, and you were 2 when an engagement was tentatively settled between your families. Once you came of age, Wallace Arcangelo would marry into your family as your husband and produce heirs with pretty blue eyes.

Back then, he did look forward to the day he could finally leave the gilded cage he had lived in for as long as he could remember. Although you were still a baby, your unreserved smiles and laughter made him think that you’d both certainly get along once you grew up. Even if it was an arranged marriage, he supposes that you’d both learn to become friends at the very least.

But after the events that led to him becoming an orphan, the memory of you faded away into obscurity to become nothing more than a remnant of better times.

And that is how you should have stayed, not standing in front of him in the flesh as unconscious thugs surrounded you. When he heard a commotion happening in another of Ergastulum’s alleyways, how could he not check what was happening?

“I’m looking for someone named Wallace Arcangelo.”

His breath hitched as he heard your mature voice, his lone blue eye going over your entire body and replacing the past image of you.

It seems his past wasn’t done chasing him yet.

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[sl33paholics]

Nicolas Brown Valentine's Day Headcanons!

Warning(s): None!

— Celebrating and spending the day with Nicolas is very interesting.

You'd wake up to the smell of breakfast. As you look rub your eyes, you see a plate in front of you with a bouquet of your favorite flowers laying right next to you.

As you look to your right, you see Nicolas sitting on a chair with his head resting on his palm with a small smile on his face.

Thank you. You'd gesture to him as you watched him chuckle, as your hand and fingers intertwined with his. Nicolas would soon move your hand towards his face, giving your back hand a smooch You couldn't help but smile sheepishly.

Since he is deaf, Nicolas would leave little notes or poems around for you to notice and read. Expressing each reason as to why he loves and cherishes you dearly.

Throughout the day, the silence between the two of you is golden. Nicolas doesn't seem like the type of person to do big celebrations. Simply being together and understanding one another is enough without sharing notes.

Nicolas would even take you back to places the two of you went out / first met. A trip down memory lane for the both of you, as the two of you guys get to reminisce the glorious days before making it official.

COOKING. TOGETHER. Words cannot describe how much I see Nicolas enjoying making your favorite meals / snacks. Feeding each other as the once cleaned kitchen is now a mess.

Nicolas would surpise you with some gifts! Gifting you items that could represent or reflect a certain moment in your relationship and possibly the near future between the two of you.

It'd even be a bonus if one of the gifts were handmade. Such as the big heart-shaped floral wreath that he handed over! Now, whenever you pass the door, you can admire the time and effort he put to make it beautiful.

Photo Album! You showed Nicolas all of the photos you took on your camera. Whether at the park, in the crib, or at your dates.

He really loves picnic dates. They're so simple, unlike having to stress yourself for arranging fancy dinners. Why not just go to a park and enjoy the outdoors while eating while displaying affection to the love of your life? Perfection combination.

— During the evening, a pampering session WILL be happening. No questions asked. Cuddling. A massage. Taking a bath together. Playing a game of cards. Anything! It's a good thing to help Nicolas unwind after doing jobs with Worick or the mafia.

Slow dancing. Even though he cannot hear, he can definitely feel the vibrations coming from loudspeakers as the two of you dance in your small shared bedroom.

Nicolas is the type of guy who doesn't seem to stay asleep. He HAS to venture out somewhere just because. It'd be the middle of the night, and he'll wake you up to come join him. At least the two of you get to enjoy an gaze upon the quiet serenity.

Coming back from the midnight stroll, he's instantly cuddling with you. Making sure the covers are shielding the both of you from the cold wind coming from the slightly open window.

Nicolas would kiss your forehead, as a sign of goodnight, watching you drift off to sleep. His arms around you tightening up. Nicolas swore to himself to protect you from any danger coming your way as he slowly fell back asleep. ❤️

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[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)

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[rindoushousewife69]

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[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.

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[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.

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[midnightlee25]

Yandere Profile: Worick Arcangelo

Meeting: 

Now he has many ways of meeting his darling from a simple shop worker/owner to them being one of his clients. Not only that but it’s hard to tell what exactly caught his eye about them so it’s a real chance game with him with the right amount of unlucky and lucky depending on the situation. 

Stalking/After Meeting: 

He is going to make sure that they keep ‘accidentally’ running into each other until they actually start having conversations that will eventually lead to a friendship. 

Kidnapping: 

It would be easy for him to take his darling, especially if they were tag but he saves that for a backup plan. 

Punishments: 

They could either be swift and harsh or lengthy and harsh. It all just depends on what they did and how angry he got after. 

Relationship: 

The relationship has the possibility of being normal or what his darling believes is normal while he continues to get rid of threats without them knowing. Basically, he’s going to keep his darling blissfully unaware for as long as he can. 

Random headcanons: 

He will somewhat stalk his darling especially if they’re one to work at night or go out at night. The only other time he’ll really stalk them is in the beginning when he wants to learn where they live and if he has nothing else to do. 

He always seems to know where they are even if they really do try to avoid him by taking different paths he will always know where they are.  

If it started out that his darling was one of his clients, he would make sure that he was the only one that they were going to and then proceed to charm them not only in the sheets but outside of them too. 

One of two main ways he manipulates them is either by guilt tripping them or making them believe that it was their idea in the first place. 

He will keep the façade up all the way until he has them to where they can't leave him whether that is by kidnapping, baby trapping, or marriage. 

AU: 

Royalty: 

For the most part he is a docile ruler not bothering any neighbors but won’t put up with anything they try to pull either. If another ruler wants to fight, then he will fight them but if not then he’ll leave it be. That is until he meets his darling then he really starts to throw his weight around. They won’t even know what hit them either. One day they were living day to day in their kingdom or working at a small shop in the marketplace then the next day they were in a strange new land with a man who claimed to be their new husband. (Weather they had one before or not) 

Future: 

Truth be told he isn't looking that far ahead, just what he should plan for the next year or so. But it all depends on how easy his darling makes everything whether their future will be bright or gloomy. 

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[freezingstar-light]

I see so many people liking Contract 😭 I'm so sorry guys I promise chapter 2 is coming life has just been a bitch, I'll make it extra long just for you guys!

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[petrichorramen]

moth to a flame [1]

main lead(s): n.brown, black fem!reader

character(s): w.archangelo, a.bendetto, christianos, monroes, pauklees, corsicans, georgiana, nina, dr. theo, original character(s) & more.

content warning(s): age-gap relationships, explicit language, sex & sexual acts, nudity, drugs & drug use, prostitution, misogyny, human trafficking, slight mentions of sexual assault, mental disorders, suicidal ideation & suicide, organized crime, death & murder, violence & gore, corruption, discrimination & more.

author notes: the reader is a burlesque dancer and is very sure of herself and her skills.

You hadn't expected him to be here. You really hadn't.

You breathe, straddling the sheened, stygian vinyl floors and rocking your hips with smooth vigor, your fingers running across your thighs and torso freckled with your signature golden flecks. The apricot-led lights of Bastard’s insignia hanging from the prop behind capture the bejeweled pieces of costume scattered across the stage and the copious boa scarf dangling around your neck, veiling your breasts. There are praises and whistles from the showgoers— all you can see are shadows of faces, the burnished uplighting obscuring your sight, but you honestly don't care and nothing matters except for your stage, your dance, and you.

You turn your back and stand with the boa scarf in your hands, swaying your embellished cage panty-clad ass and twirling your hands toward the Arcadia as if allotting worship because tonight, well— you chuckle through your nose— you were all. Tonight, you were everything.

You sit with your legs crossed at the edge of the stage, an arm propped behind, and the other pulling at the shawl around your neck powdered with sweat. The jazz band drags the note of their instruments to inflate the anticipation, the ache— the wait. And still, when the article of clothing nearly plunges from you, both hands bunch feathers toward your breasts, feigning a look of innocence that earns a parade of laughter.

You carefully remove your grip with the muffler sliding down your back and down to the crook of your elbows, slithering them over your stomach once again and then over the contour of your waist and hips, the musicians belting the final interval of the song. Then, the uplighting dissipates and you nearly miss him.

He leans against the PA speakers in the far back, arms crossed and eyes riveting into yours, the alloyed tags around his neck amongst the sea of them sending taunting glares. Your gaze trails down to the brandished sheathed blade laced to his side with a red ribbon you had flung in his direction during one of your enactments years ago.

After they resigned from the Monroe Family, your latest semi-encounter with the neutral power known as Benriya, or otherwise, the Handymen was amid your debut burlesque rendition. During that encounter, you barely had enough time to evade the wine bottle that soared toward your head as an altercation broke out in the cabaret that evening, the fermented beverage spattering the jeweled corset you had upcycled yourself and the matching garter stockings. Seated on your broken suitcase in the backroom while an EMT nursed your foot after you stepped on the broken glass attempting to make your retreat, you weren't sure who you had been infuriated with on your unsuccessful opening night. When you limped your way toward the exit, using the blood-soiled walls as leverage, blue lights pulsated across your face and he saw you before you could, he and Worick under fire for another vicious scolding from Inspector Chad Adkins. His cheeks were stained and the wideness in his eyes from the thrill of combat had vanished, ushering him back to reality, and yet some of that vigilance remained in the wake, lurking, snarling, and darting. 

Your coat slunk down your shoulders when stiffness left them when you met his aloof gaze, the brisk air nipping at your melanin skin. You breathed, and the grip on the defective telescopic handle of your suitcase tightened. That night would have cost you working electricity and water had it not been for the senior caregiver work you did in the early mornings to mid-afternoons. Still, when you opened the door of your townhome, there was a redi-seal packet brimmed with crumpled cash and a scrawled message which stated, “For your performance and the dry cleaners.”

You swore you spotted a figure disappearing on the rooftops after you received the parcel.

Now, in present day, waitpersons cross your vision as they gather your tip envelopes with written amounts and your mind is back in Bastard once more, the applause battering the air reaching you. You fumble, sending a glance toward the framed portrait in memory of Sherry. You could almost hear her teasing as you make a rather gauche departure and strut down the polished, marble stairs backstage. Your stilettos clack against the floor and you shift your body to the side to bypass a group of entertainers waiting for Galahad to complete his introduction. 

It shouldn't come to me as a surprise. Benriya had become the hot topic of Ergastulum, hired by everyone and anyone who desired their expertise whether that be to replace the old, dusty filters of a venting system in your home or to get rid of another sleazy jackass exploiting your claimed territories to get rich quick. Perhaps the pair were the hired guns for tonight's soirée as a fill-in.

You head to the restroom since the green rooms are crowded. As you study your reflection in the mirror, you relish in the fruits of your labor for a while, almost feeling remorseful when you have to remove the rhinestones and false lashes. You wash the tacky residue from your eyelids and cheeks and peel off the colored full lace wig, undoing the cornrows for tomorrow morning—or today since it's a quarter past midnight.

You eventually decide to acknowledge the shadow you caught in the mirror leaning by the restroom door as you wipe at your stubborn lipstick.

“Not allowed backstage,” you sing, pulling your suitcase from the out-of-order stall to find a coat to throw over your corseted frame. “Disrupts and puts the performers at risk.”

It happened a few years or so ago. Some deadbeat motherfucker beneath the guise of someone’s boyfriend helping performers with their luggage of costumes and makeup lured an exhausted woman to an abandoned greenroom under renovations at that time and attempted to assault her. It was you and a few others who heard her muffled cries and restrained him until security arrived and dealt out the rest with a strenuous beating while you all stayed to console the woman, offering some water and airing her with your Marabou fans. Since then, Mr. Cristiano prohibited anyone from backstage besides the entertainers and bouncers, doubling the safety tenfold and offering his apologies, and taking accountability.

The creases in between your brows soften at the faint memory of the mob boss. He’d always joked he’d only see you around Bastard when you were there to run his pocket dry for your burlesque performances. How could you ever forget the grin on his scarred lip and his eyes smiling along with him?

Nicolas signs curtly as he does, tugging you from your brief remembrance. “I’m working security.”

Guessed right. You hadn't seen Aldo all evening, an old churlish but giant teddy bear of a bouncer.

You turn to Nicolas, a hand stuffed in your coat, face damp and fresh, taking strides until you're only inches apart, the scent of ginger taffy, Paradise mints, Perrier lime, and copper overtaking you. He breathes you in too, chest caving into his sternum, never missing the way his eyes line the shape of yours. You roll them, scoffing with a caustic smile. It was so like him to dance around and to create hurdle after hurdle, denying himself. After all, what audacity did he have, he'd say. He was just some dog.

“You need to be careful,” Nicolas begins, tearing his orbs away and gazing into the crevices of the tiled walls.

You were a neutral employee yourself. You perform in most territories which include Corsican domains and, though you weren't particularly well-liked by other performers and the occasional club owner, you were undoubtedly well-received. You never were there to make nice with their intolerant faces, to make friends. The only thing that mattered to you was yourself. You were there to dance, to act, to display. To do what you adored, to be a tease, and to get paid—and believe it, you were worth every damn rack and no insufferable asshole could negate that.

It's funny though. The bigoted public of Corsicans hold themselves in such high regard and yet the most respect and human decency thereof you’ve gotten were in Twilight-safe zones. Remarks like “Twilight-fucker” or “Twilights favorite pussy” (while still being able to spur the crowds on, mind you) as you brushed past scowling groups after another performance, weren't exactly polite. 

But, hell, Uranos Corsica— as much as he abhorred even the vaguest whisper of Twights— didn't bat an eye on your works in his territory. You did increase the popularity and revenue at his businesses he must confess and you were “a Normal”��you roll those eyes of yours hard— Thus, you continued your job. 

Besides, Worick, who tells people that you belonged to the sword-wielding Twilight as he does with every woman he comes to appreciate, must’ve put the fear of God in people when he paraded this around at Big Mamas. And though his habit was originally intended to protect his work as a Gigolo, with that alarming piece of information, most people were talking out of their asses when they made their threats.

You are casual-spirited and pert, not stupid. Never that. You never walking late hours alone was standing proof you were prudent and conscious about the scorn carbonating in the abdomen of Ergastulum. That hatred was why you frequently found the small number of acquaintances and colleagues you had six feet under at funerals, rather than six hundred feet under the luminous explosions of fireworks in the night sky on New Year's Eve.

There's a honk coming from Bastard’s exterior and he blinks when you vanish after you eye him again, tilting your head slightly and cooing, “Oh, thank you, baby, but I can take care of myself.”

It's the way you sigh every syllable like it's a sweet, rich glaze— practiced. It’s only a force of habit, but the gouge is prevalent in his chest.

He’d become clientele.

He rushes after you and young Marco Adriano scrambles for the mop he places on the wall, you laugh incredulously, “Naughty lil boy, don't let me catch you doing that again,” as he attempts to look productive after eavesdropping. Nicolas sees the sleek, vintage ivory limousine and there's a titled, well-groomed man in his senior kissing the apple of your cheek as you sit in the backseat beside him with your hands on his chest while the chauffeur handles your luggage. The gouge widens, gushing in the air and onto the ground when a salt and pepper-haired face and head feathers you. You smile a smile so authentic with your hand draped over his chest, Nicolas nearly staggers from the significance and weight you carry behind it.

You’re chattering about your performance as the elderly man asks you about it exuberantly and if you’re supposed to notice Nicolas, you don’t. Not until “Dear, Old” Mogavero clashes his eyes against his. Brown doesn't move to hide, neither does he falter in his stance. And as he stares at one of the most influential men in Ergastulum, his eyes narrow. 

“Benriya,” He smiles, eyes crinkling and Nico hopes to find a semblance of malice or dishonesty. “I'll have to place a request for work to be done at my place sometime.”

“Do you even want to keep that house?” You say. You hadn't experienced their exploits personally but Chad Adkins's complaints and the gossip of others in the city made you well aware of the collateral damages they’ve caused at times.

He throws his head back with crinkled hazel brown eyes, a gums-and-all laughter booming through the alleyways. Some passing heads turn to look at him like he's a madman, but he doesn't care and doesn't offer a sheepish little apology.

“Just need a hand with the water heater.” He says and nudges his head toward Brown. “Can't have this little lady and the others hauling ass to heat some water for a bath, eh? What do you say? Wouldn't be too much trouble for you boys, right?”

“None, Mr. Mogavero,” Nicolas replies, his voice rumbles when he does. “But I’ll have to take it up with my contractor.”

There's a nippy silence and he sees the way your jaw clenches at the word, the way you swallow. You hadn't heard that in a while, but he hadn't forgotten the way it made you twitch.

“Ah, no, that's okay.” The elderly man clears his throat with a cough. “I'll call you when I don't have company, yeah?”

 He nods in understanding and you gaze at him over your shoulder before the chauffeur closes the door. The vehicle spurs away from the cobblestone forefront of Bastard with fumes, the lights of the club radiating his shoulders and casting shadows over his dark eyes. His hand instinctively grips the red thread draped across his sword at his hips. He lets the thread slide through his fingers until it softly caresses the sides of his thighs and when he looks, the rear lights of the limousine flash when it stops at the end of the road before fading into the night at the next street.

Nicolas turns and enters Bastard once more, eyeing Worick who makes himself, leaning against the entrance with crossed arms.

Nothing but a dog, Nicolas looks away and thinks, feeling content. It's no use for any of it. Don't try to act human—

—monster.

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[sl33paholics]

Her Tender Touch

Gina Paulklee x black!fem! reader

Warning(s): strap on usage, oral (eating out), teasing, bounding, drunk sex, praise kink

I am so fucking sorry for taking DAYS to post something but GOSH! School had me in a chokehold and I lost motivation for a while but I'm HERE 🗣‼️

The sound of light rain hitting the windows was washed out by the chatter and noise from the bar around her. The loud music was blasting from speakers, and a few of the guys at the tables had gotten into it by now. "The usual?" asked a bartender, who had come over to take their drink orders. It was Friday night. (Y/N)'s favorite day of the week.

"Yes, please," you said, giving him a smile that he returned before walking back behind the bar. You leaned against the counter watching the scene around you as people came in and went out, your attention going towards outside the window before the bartender reappeared and handed you a tall glass filled with yellow creamy liquid that he had just poured for the other customers. He smiled again, "Enjoy."

"Piña Colada, how typical." You'd turn your attention to a tall, short hair, blonde woman huffing a cigarette with a short glass of Mai Tai in front of her. "Gina..." She turned to look at you, taking another drag off her cigarette before glancing away again. "Gina, I wasn't expecting to see you here tonight, or, at all really.'' You took a sip of your own drink and tried not to grimace at its bitterness. You'd always hated pineapple on ice, even though you loved the taste.

It was too fruity and sugary for you. "What brings you here?" You'd asked the woman as she took a sip. Gina shrugged nonchalantly, but there was something about the way she held herself that made you think that maybe there was more than she let on. She glanced around before looking back at you with a soft smile that somehow made her eyes look even brighter than normal. Were you seeing things? "I haven't seen you in...forever, fifteen years?" Gina shook her head, letting out a bitter chuckle. "But then again, why should we stumble across each other when we're both stuck living our miserable lives, huh?" Gina downed her drink in one gulp. "Let's get out of here. I don't feel like being cooped up in this god forsaken place any longer. Drinks at my place." The woman would stand up heading towards the door, watching her walk outside. You quickly paid for both of your drinks before rushing out as you mindlessly trailed behind her.

The walk was quiet. It was so different from the last time you saw Gina, what felt like forever ago. But you still weren’t used to her presence. Not in the same way you had been accustomed to it all those years ago when she was just a friend. Back then, it had been comforting having her close to you. Back then, her company seemed almost necessary to have. Her presence alone could make your life much easier. Now she was just some stranger. One whom you didn’t know anything about. And yet…you couldn’t shake the feeling that she knew you better than you knew yourself.

The two of you made it to her place. The silence was killing you as you followed her to her spacey room. She grabbed a bottle of Cognac from her dresser and began pouring into two shot glasses. “You want some?” She looked up at you as she sat down on the edge of her bed, watching you nod slowly. Her eyes softened, making you wonder if you had imagined it when she smiled faintly at you, “How have you been?” You sighed quietly, slightly fidgetting in your spot. “Well... I'm meeting you after years of no contact, so I guess you can say I'm..kinda scared but excited.” Gina nodded at you in understanding. “And you've got to be pretty fucking terrified of me if you're here, don't you?” She laughed softly. You could sense an undercurrent of bitterness in her voice, but you didn't want to ask for clarification. Gina ploped next to you with the bottle in her hand, her gaze never leaving yours. “Now, no need to be a sad sack, (Y/N), we'll talk over this with drinks, yes?" You nodded numbly, and Gina passed you a shot glass.

You don't remember what had happened between the two of you after drinking those shots of Cognac. All you remembered is your clothes were on the floor and your wrists being tied up to the bed frame, your body raiding the heat you felt from the liquor. Your breathing was heavy as you felt Gina's hands gripping onto your thighs. Her sensual kisses up and down your inner thighs made you shudder. Gina's thumb rubbing your clit in a circle motioned for you to arch your back as she licked her lips. You moaned slightly, feeling your pussy dripping hot wetness on the bedsheets. Removing her thumb and replacing it with her mouth, she gently kissed your clit , making you groan as you felt her tongue flicking at your folds. You whimpered as she lapped at your clit having her tongue roll it around counter-clockwise in circles until you couldn't handle anymore. You were so close. You needed her. You wanted her. You needed to be fucked.

Your mind was in a haze. You weren't sure what was real and what wasn't. But one thing you knew for certain was that Gina Paulklee was going to be the death of you. “Gina, I’m gonna cum,” you gasped, your legs involuntarily tensing. Gina stopped her sucking and pulled away from you, “Not quite yet, love,” she grinned at you, leaning forward, “but soon~” she whispered seductively as she kissed your lips lightly. You watched her walk away to her closet to grab some things, a dazed smile on your face. Gina had never called you 'love', you hadn't expected that, but hearing her call you that made you feel warm inside. You wondered how long you'd have to wait before you could finally feel her again, staring at the ceiling as you watched the room spin slowly around you.

You felt her hands grip your cheeks to turn your face to meet hers, and her lips met yours. Gina kissed you hungrily, her lips were swollen, red, and everything about her made you want to break free from the rope even more. Gina bit your lip hard enough to bruise, and you whimpered in pleasure, feeling your arousal growing with every passing second. Gina pulled away from you, panting. You stared at her, unable to speak, your thoughts racing as you processed everything happening around you.

Gina then climbed on top of you, seeing the size of the strap that was rubbing against your pussy as she smirked, “Do you like this?” She whispered huskily, running her hands along your sides before cupping your ass and pulling your hips towards her, pressing it against herself. "You like the jock harness? You like this? Let me show you how nice and easy it will be once I'm inside of you…" Gina lifted your leg up, forcing it around her waist so she was seated right at the opening. The light-haired blonde woman slowly pushed the tip inside of you , pushing her hips back as you bucked into her.

"Fuck… Gina, please -" You moaned, the familiar warmth pooling in the center of your stomach. "Oh, baby girl, you're mine, aren't you?"

(Y/N) panted heavily, the sheets underneath them damp and tangled with her sweat. You watched as Gina helped you adjust, leaning over to kiss down your chest before resting her chin on your shoulder, "So beautiful... So sexy... keep making those noises, I love your voice." She began to lick and suck on your skin, causing your breath to hitch in anticipation.

Gina thrusted against you causing you to gasp loudly, "Fucking Christ!"

"So good," she purred against your skin. She pressed her breasts against you. You clenched your jaw. "Yes Gina…" You felt her nipples pressing into your chest. "Please."

Surprisingly, she was gentle with you. Considering you're not a virgin and had experience with women, you weren't exactly prepared for such gentleness. You thought she would be rough, but you enjoyed her touch, her lips against your skin, her finger teasing your clit. "Who's my beautiful woman? Mhm~ such a fantastic body..." The only problem was you couldn't seem to stop yourself from moaning as she continued to thrust.

Her movements were beginning to get sloppy, and you could hear the sounds of her breathing quickening. Gina shifted her position on top of you, causing you to moan louder when she pushed herself completely inside of you. "Take it all, baby. I know you can, just like that." A deep guttural sound left your throat as Gina began moving faster and harder against you, thrusting against you with increasing speed.

"Come for me...come for me baby.." You were getting closer to the brink of coming, and it wasn't long before your entire body felt electrified and your mind was blank. "You were incredible," Gina panted, moving her lips up and down your neck, trailing her teeth there. “God..you drive me crazy, you know that?” She growled. “I know.” You replied quietly, watching her undo the rope from your wrists.

Feeling too weak to move, you just laid there looking up at the ceiling and waiting for your heartbeat to come back to normal, which it did a moment later. As the fog in your head cleared, you realized how much time spent just dozing off. "Gina?" (Y/N) looked around the darkened bedroom, finding nothing but darkness. You could barely see her figure laying right next to you. "Go back to sleep." You felt her arms wrapping themselves around your torso, her cheek on your arm.

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a smile plastered on your face as you say at the table with doctor theo, grinning absently over a cup of coffee. the sun beamed brightly through the window; a rarity around here, you quickly noted, for things to feel so at peace. nina shuffled behind you at the sink, watering her plants dutifully as she always does.

she suddenly stops what she's doing, the water being shut up with a quick slam, and suddenly nina is out the door with doctor theo trailing her quickly. you stand quickly, the table shifting forward with your quick change.

the scene outside the clinic's front door is... red. that's the only word that comes to mind. it's red, sticky, and frightening. worick is holding into nicolas's shoulder tightly, a sad attempt at keeping him upright. worick seems dizzy, his one good eye is closed tightly and he's clearly gritting his teeth.

doctor theo breaks the tense silence, grabbing worick beside his daughter, pulling the large man to his feet so nicolas could be attended to, "he must be crashing from an overdose."

you snap into action, sitting nicolas up against the wall of the clinic until theo gets back from putting worick in a bed, "what happened?" you quietly imply, brushing your thumb over his brow to stop the flow of some blood.

'job went bad,' he signs, brows furrowing, he's gritting his teeth too.

"jesus christ nic..." you sigh softly, slinging his arm over your shoulder and standing. blood streaks onto your side from his stained clothes, and you start to worry how doctor theo is going to be able to pull nic through on this one.

nicolas grunts the entire way to his bed. nina has already prepped herself with her apron and gloves, following her dads orders diligently. the two get worick and nic patched up quickly and leave to clean themselves thoroughly.

you clean up the dried blood on worick carefully, pulling the sheet up over him so he can rest. moving on to nicolas, who is lying with his eyes closed and chest somewhat heaving. you dip a sponge into a bucket of soapy water and start to gently scrub at the dried blood on his side. there's stitches now, thank god.

"you do a lot," nicolas brokenly mumbles, eyes still closed tightly in pain and small grunts coming from his chest, "thanks." he doesn't look you in the eye when he says that.

"it's my job. as the oldest ya know?" you smile softly and continue to scrub, "im not into it the way nina is, but i try to help dad where i can," you sigh and squeeze the sponge out into the bucket, "i look out for both of them. kinda like you look out for worick."

"that's different," he says it tiredly like he's ready for the conversation to be over. maybe it's because it hurts your feelings, or maybe you understood that it WAS different, but you kept your mouth shut, "maybe it is."

he opens one eye, the one not caked in blood, and grabs your wrist where you're cleaning his side, and signs slowly, 'different.'

you nod softly. it never dawned on you unstick now that you don't really understand the entire natures of his relationship with worick. it just seemed from the outside that nic was some sort of bodyguard, or maybe a very concerned friend. either way, you never asked. it seemed like something you weren't allowed to pry about. years of helping your dad treat worick and nic's wounds had taught you that silence was sometimes the key. the two of them were so secretive as is, so it didn't seem to be your place to ask questions. nic always seemed more stand off-ish than worick, though, with his quiet nature and curious eyes following every movement you made.

you sighed and gave up getting all the blow off of his side, moving to his eye with a tiny dish rag, "this ... this is probably gonna burn. it's caked in your eyebrow, so i gotta use some pressure," you tilted your head down so he could read your lips, "okay?"

he nodded quietly and closed his eyes tightly, grunting when you grazed the deep cut shiver his eyebrow, "sorry... i told you it would hurt,"

'it's fine,' he signed.

"... sorry i... compared myself to you."

'im not someone you want to be compared to,' he signed, turning a bit to look out the window.

"well... i could pick worse people to compare myself to," you shrug, gripping his chin gently to turn him back so he could see what you were saying, "let me finish cleaning you."

you moved closer to him. the rag in your hand had turned brown and red in places and it smelled like dirt. you cast it aside and grabbed ointment, squirting some onto his brow scar and applying it generously.

nicolas gripped your wrist gently with one hand, pulling it away from his face and looking up at your gently. he sat that way for a second, searching your expression for something, before he turned your hand and kissed the back of it.

your cheeks warmed gently and you sat there for a moment, wrist hovering in the air, "oh... thank you nic," you smiled brightly at him, noting the tint on his cheeks but his expression stayed the same. he seemed very sure of what he'd done, and you made peace with that.

"okay, you're all clean now. feel any better?" he shook his head and huffed in pain, trying to say 'no. im still in pain' without signing. you grinned softly and breathed out a small chuckle, "aside from that." he nodded then, sighing sleepily and turning into his good side.

you smiled gently and grabbed his hand before he'd fully settled into his side, kissing the back of it very gently, and leaving quickly before you thought what you'd done through.

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