#nick fowler x woc!reader

[frostironfudge]

Redemption

Summary: Max Burnett taught you everything and so did Nick Fowler. Now, they don't appreciate being double crossed. So naturally you have to pay up to earn forgiveness. Will you earn redemption?

Paring: Max Burnett x F!Reader x Nick Fowler, F!Reader x Special Guest.

Word Count: 4.0k || Dividers: @firefly-graphics

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, you are responsible for the media you consume. smut, shameless smut, darkish content, a spoiler for sharper and 355, p in v, edgeing, multiple orgasms, oral m recieving, dom/sub, hard doms, degradation, punishments, spanking, choking, fingering, clit play, nipple play, swearing, possessive behaviour, use of drugs for kidnapping, Max and Nick are well hard doms, even though max might have a bit of a switch vibe, knife play, cuffs, aftercare, hickeys, nicknames meanings will be mentioned on first use of the nickname, praise kink, mild dub-con vibes, if i missed anything let me know

A.N.: i didn't know i could write this much filth also these two together menaces, but i love them.

Main Masterlist // AO3

Keep your breathing even. 

Let them think you’re knocked out cold still. 

Don’t flinch at the pinch in your arm. 

Stay alert. 

Footsteps, retreating, one person. Medium build. 

Chair scarpes, neglected and worn wood.

Beeping, microwave. 

Scents, cheese melting.

Don’t move a muscle. Don’t give away your hunger. Don’t think about it.

Rustling, foil unwrapping.

Clinking, cutlery on a plate.

Footsteps, moving closer, one person. Medium to heavy build. Two total. 

Hands on yours, the rope being cut. Soft breath. 

The rope remains tethered.

“I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show.” The male calls out, the cutlery clinks against the plate again.

The earlier footsteps come closer again. 

Max. You recognise the voice a moment too late. 

Why would he? No.

“You knew all about it.” Nick keeps his voice even. You hear Max chuckle and hum.

Nick’s palm cups your cheek. Max tuts disapprovingly. The warmth from Nick’s touch recedes. 

An unspoken conversation occurs and Nick stands back.

“Agent Fowler, don’t they teach you not to touch what belongs to someone else?” The plate is set down, Max grabs your hair, “Wake up, little tesoro (treasure).” He tears the blindfold off and you blink. You’re pulled off the bed, on your knees.

Shitty hotel room. Curtains drawn. Another room outside this bedroom. 

You look up at Max.

“I’m very cross with you.” He states, “Double crossing me?”

“Max it isn’t–,”

“Fucking liar!” He grabs your jaw harshly, “Don’t give me those damn doe eyes I taught you to use.”

“Max.” Nick warns, you hear the click of a gun. You don’t look at him. He wasn’t supposed to find you. 

You had made sure to cover the tracks. Lead Nick down a cold trail ending somewhere on the west coast.

“Agent.” Max says with equal mocking. Staring at you. His blue eyes blaze with anger. 

You try to speak but he tightens his grip, all that moves past your lips is a squeak.

“You can’t be this upset being fucked over, what did you consider her your protege?” Nick takes a step to the foot of the bed. Gun still pointed at Max.

“Aren’t you?” Max finally looks at the CIA Agent.

Nick clenches his jaw, eyes falling to you. You take a peek at him from the corner of your eyes. Slate blue-grey eyes regard you with disappointment. 

“I don’t know what you mean.” Nick shrugs.

Max laughs, hollow. The way he did when he told you about Madeline. You hated the sound of his hollowed out self.

“Oh please, you trained her yourself. To come after me. She’s as much as your little subordinate as she is my little protege.” Max looks back at you, tilting your head back, he leans in, remnants of his aftershave flood your senses, “Aren’t you?” 

He makes you nod your head, your lips unable to move.

“Max, let her go.” Nick warns.

“You know Nick. I don’t want to, and she’s going to help me teach you a little lesson.” Max beams brightly. Your stomach twists.

“Ask your superior to hand over his gun. You know the same way you asked him to fuck you in his office.” Max lets go of your jaw.

You remain silent, Max tightens his grip on your hair, you whimper.

“Max.” Nick warns, your eyes meet his, you blink back the tears.

“Ni-Nick,” You plead.

“You know I can’t.” Nick states, you shift, kneeling on the rough carpet hurting your bare legs. 

“Nick please, please. Just listen to him. I gave you everything you’d need. Please. I won’t let him hurt you. Nick please.”

“So pretty when she begs isn’t she?” Max wipes the tear from your cheek, “But you know all about that, tell me Fowler, fucking her part of the teaching act? Or did you actually feel for the little base level bright eyed agent?” 

Nick’s eyes widen in the slightest. 

“Oh please, you think I don’t keep an eye on broken little things I take in? Or keep an eye on fuckers that have their eyes on me?” Max chuckles, “Now hand over the gun or it won’t do either of us good seeing her in pain.” 

“You wouldn’t.” Nick calls his bluff.

“I wouldn’t? Did the little baby lie about the time I left her out in the cold? Did she not tell you how harsh I can be to her? The way I can be both her punishment and salvation.” Max raises a brow, he makes you arch your back, lips brushing against yours as he bends close enough, “You only sang my praises? Good girl.” he whispers against your lips.

Then turns your head to look at Nick, he bites the inside of his cheek at the display.

“Are you jealous?” Max sneers, free hand trailing from your neck to your collar bones and then sternum. Nick’s eyes follow the movement, “Hmm, he is, well, well, well.” 

“Nick, the gun. Hand it over.” Your voice is even this time. The agent’s nostrils flair.

Nick aims the gun to Max’s leg. Max holds a small gun to your head. Nick’s stance waivers, he gazes at you. Your eyes are on him. 

Nick exhales, irritated, he turns the gun, holding it out for Max to take. The conman undoes your binds. 

“Go on little tesoro, take the gun of the nice agent.” He coaxes. The heavy metal comes into your hands. You swallow, “Point it at him.”

Nick raises his hands as you point the gun at him all while you knee. Max pats your head, kneeling his palms slide over your outstretched hands, he gingerly plucks the gun from your hand. Kissing your cheek.

His actions and his words have your mind reeling. 

Was this a con you were pulling on Nick? 

Was Nick working with Max to get you behind bars?

“Now go get the other little toys he’s carrying.” Max instructs, standing and pointing the gun at Nick. 

You move to stand, Max tuts again. “Crawl.”

“You’re fucking sick, you son of a bitch,” Nick growls.

“Oh please, I’m letting you enjoy the show.” Max shakes his head, tendrils of his hair brush his cheekbones.

Your skin heats, cheeks aflame. You crawl to Nick, kneeling at his feet. He watches you with an apologetic expression. He reaches out to touch your cheek. Your eyes close at the contact.

“You’re enjoying this aren’t you Nicky?” Max mocks. Nick glares at him. 

“Pupils dilated and well those pants I hope are doing you justice unless that is another gun. Look at that little tesoro, he’s turned on by you like this, he’s turned on by seeing me order you around.”

“Get the guns.” Max reminds you, making you look back at him. Then up at Nick. 

“You know where they are, don't you prinţesă (princess)?” Nick speaks softly, you nod. 

Your hands reach for his left ankle, the smaller holster sits there, you turn to Max. 

“Crawl.”

“Max, please.” You plead, he had to be fucking with you. He couldn’t be this cruel. 

Max narrows his eyes, then rolls them, “Check him for other ammunition then you can stand, little tesoro.” 

You knew from experience where Nick hid weapons on himself. He had a gun tucked into the back. Your hands tremble in the slightest, as you move behind him. Underneath the navy suit jacket tucked is the gun with the silencer. 

You take it away, Nick keeps his gaze steady on Max. 

“Why are you demeaning her?” He questions.

“Playing good cop? Okay I’ll bite.” Max gestures for you to stand. You grab both the guns and walk over to him. 

“You see Nicky,” Max’s smug smile only adds to Nicky’s ire over the nickname, “I’ve been fucked over by a redhead before, I’m sure you know what that feels like so when,” the tip of his gun touches your temple then your cheek, he tucks it under your chin, “This sweet little prize waltzed into my life you could colour me surprised.” 

“She’s fucked you over.” Nick states. 

“She fucked you over too.” Max adds. 

The two stare at you, you look at the wall ahead. 

“So what should we do with you?” The cold metal taps your jaw. You look at Max. 

“Get on the bed prinţesă.” Nick orders, you look towards him. He’s leaning against the wall, hands tucked into his pockets. 

“Go on, listen to Nicky.” Max prompts stepping away from you. He smiles at you, there isn’t an aota of anger in his demeanour anymore. 

“Max.. what is going on?” He doesn’t answer; you turn to the other man, “Nick?”

“Get on the bed, don’t make Max angrier, I don’t think you would prefer me to be angrier either.” 

You get on the bed, both of them on opposite ends of the room. Watching you, their blue and grey predatory gazes drinking you in, you pull down the hem of the dress on your thighs. 

“Nick, Max…” You want to ask, all of your facial reading abilities give you nothing from their masks. 

Nick saunters over, a relaxed smile on his face. He hands Max the two pairs of cuffs. The bed dips under his weight. Your hands spread out each cuffed to one end. 

Your breathing hitches when Max’s palm is wrapped around your throat. He smirks, giving your neck a squeeze. 

Your thighs clench, your body betraying you. 

Nick chuckles, “Always so responsive isn’t she?” He muses. Max nods pulling away from you. 

The two of them observe you from the foot of the bed. Asking questions is not productive. You know they know about the double cross you pulled on either side. 

Your I-will-disappear bag and passport aren’t here, which means you never got away quick enough. From either of them. 

“It’s clicking into place.” Max grins at you, “Always so very smart. Always such a good girl, little tesoro. Till you weren’t.” He shakes his head, running a hand through his hair. 

“Well, you’ve learned a lot from the both of us. You tried to keep us both happy and fucked the both of us over. You know you have to be punished, prinţesă.” Nick licks his bottom lip. 

“I wasn’t going to betray—,” 

“Oh you weren’t?” Max exaggerates his words. 

Nick pulls out your bag from under the bed, you stare at it, “Little liar aren’t you?” 

“I wasn’t! I promise.” You plead, pulling against the restraints. 

“You want to make it upto us?” Max questions, tilting his head to gauge your response, searching for even a flicker of insubordination. 

You nod, “Please.” 

Max looks towards Nick. The latter hums audibly, contemplating but the gleam in his eyes has you know he already decided. 

Max hands him the small blade. Nick climbs in next to you. The flat edge of the knife trails over your right leg, when Nick reaches your thigh he taps the blade twice. 

Your legs part for him, the blade catches on the hem of your dress. He begins to tear it apart. Leaving you exposed to them. The dress hangs off of your shoulders. 

“I think we need to see a little more skin don’t we Max?” Nick asks rhetorically, your breath hitches as he traces the tip over the swell of your breast, the straps cut through. 

You bite your lip, Nick presses a soft kiss to your sternum. 

“Be good.” He warns, your bra falls in tatters around you. 

Max joins in on the bed, fingers brushing along your inner thighs, then higher he hums appreciatively as the wetness seeps onto his fingers.

“My, my, little tesoro. You really want to be a good little slut for us.” The panties are shifted to the side, his fingers brush over your folds, you whimper. Max keeps his teasing movements going, watching the way you keep coating his fingers. 

Nick cuts through the fabric, leaving you fully at their mercy. 

Nick reaches forward his thumb and index finger twisting your nipple. Max begins to circle his thumb around your clit. You bite your lip not to make a sound. 

A sharp sting on your cunt has you cry out. 

“You do not hold back those sounds.” Nick reprimands and Max’s palm stings against your pussy. You clench around nothing as you moan. Twisting against the cuffs. 

“You want our forgiveness?” Max taunts, his palm leaving redness in its wake as he spanks over your inner thighs. Nick strokes your cheek, softness in contrast with Max’s harsh spanks. 

“Please.” You plead, Nick shakes his head. 

You’re turned over, hands crossed and laying on your stomach. Max breathes deeply, the fabric of your dress cut further and taken off. 

You feel Nick grab your hips lifting them higher, your shoulders strain as the pull of the cuffs has you arch to find comfort. 

Max sits next to you, making you look at him. He smiles, your lips part to apologise but you cry out as Nick’s palm comes into contact with your ass. 

“Trusted you prinţesă.” He hisses, massaging the flesh, then alternating his harsh spanks you twist and wiggle to no respite. Tears brim over. Max’s index finger wipes over them and then the other side with the back of his fingers. He provides you with no other gentleness. Instead watching Nick continue. 

How long had it been you don’t understand or perceive. Spanking alternated between the two of them. After their set of ten they’d tease your folds, cooing at the needy way your pussy would want their fingers to fill you up. And they did, long thick digits stuffing you. Getting soaked by your arousal. Thumbs tapping your clit, at the edge of bliss and then nothing. 

Nick switches with Max again, he offers his soaked fingers to you, your tear stained cheeks pull no leniency this time. Your lips part to clean his fingers. 

Not a word of praise. 

You’ve been good, you apologised. 

Yet nothing. 

Just pain. 

It stopped feeling good too. 

“I’m sorry!” You cry out at the next spank. Sniffling you bury your head. 

Body fell flat against the bed, your arms stretched to their maximum to opposing ends. You feel the sting of both their palms spanking you at the same time. 

You sob, crying out broken sorries. 

The cuffs are undone and you’re turned around again, Max unzips his jeans, his cock hard and waiting. He pulls you down along the bed. The sheets add to the burn on your ass. You grip them. 

Max rubs his cock over your folds, “You thought you could lie to us?” 

“I’m sorry.” You hiccup and then moan as he slams into you. Filling you up so good the burning ache numbing with each thrust. Pleasure overtakes your body. 

“Little tesoro, I’m so fucking mad. I trusted you so much.” Max grunts, “Fucking pussy’s so fucking,” he groans, your leg wrapped around his waist, “Addictive. Going to make you our little cumslut.” 

You clench around his cock. His thrusts are hard and fast, “Look at Nick.” Max grunts out, “Fucking vice like grip.” 

You look up, Nick watches you, his hand leisurely moving over his cock. You lick your lips. He smirks. 

“You want a taste, prinţesă?” 

“Oh she does, fucking velvet walls can’t get enough.” Max pulls out, you mewl at the loss. 

Nick stands, cock bobbing against your cheek as they have you lay across the bed so your head hands off of the edge. 

Both of them thrust into you, your mouth and pussy fill at the same time, eyes rolling back as they thrust in sync. Nick tweaks your nipples and you moan around him. Large hands on your breasts, cupping and squeezing. 

“Fuck—I missed this lying mouth.” He groans, he places a hand on your throat feeling himself thrust deep. “You’re going to make such a pretty cumslut, prinţesă.” 

Max grabs your hip, fingers on your clit circling adding to the unravelling pleasure that begins to take over after all the edging. 

Pleasure courses through your veins, you arch up, the sheet fisted both of them moan your name. 

Max fucks you through your orgasm, your mouth slack even as Nick pulls out. Hoarse moans of Max’s name leave your lips. 

“Going to fill you up.” Max’s hips stutter, he groans spilling into you. His palm grabbing your jaw, your knees pressed to your chest as he kisses you. It’s sloppy, needy, all consuming. Biting down on your lip as he pulls out of you and pulls his lips away. 

Your chest heaves, Max sits back against the bed and Nick grabs your legs, you’re pulled to the edge and flipped over. He grabs you by your neck, pulling you up.

Your back against his chest, your hands grab at his, his cock spears you, you cry out his name. Nick’s thicker girth makes you feel fuller, his head brushing against the spot that has your legs trembling. 

He knew you wouldn’t last, he was counting on it, “such a pretty cunt. All ours to use isn’t it?” He squeezes your throat, his fingers rub harshly on your clit. You nod, “Please, please, please—,” a strangled plea leaves your lips as you cum yet again, slumming against Nick as he ruts into you. 

Your spasming walls don’t allow him to last long, “Your mouth is fucking wonderful but this? Divine. You aren’t getting away from us.” He promises, your lips meet his as he cums inside you as well. His kiss is equally claimant, his dominance harsher. His stubble burns against your skin.

As if the two of them want to share you but want the other to know who actually owns you. 

Aftershocks thrum through your body. Nick pulls out, you feel the mess coat your thighs. Max kneels on the bed, holding you up as Nick leaves. He wipes your tears, cupping your face. 

Water runs and the door shuts, a warm cloth is moved upon your body, you hiss as it brushes over your sensitive flesh. Nick turns your head to the mirror on the opposite wall your body is littered with hickeys and marks of them. 

“There isn’t going to be a punishment next time if you pull this stunt, prinţesă.” Nick warns.  

You blink, they meet your gaze in the reflection. 

“Exactly little tesoro. You did well for us. Maybe there is redemption for you after all to be our good girl.” Max kisses your cheek. 

“Do you understand?” They ask, you nod. 

“I do.” 

“Whose are you?” Max raises a brow. 

“Both of yours.” Your answer pleases them. 

“Will you ever run away?” Nick narrows his eyes. 

“Not unless you both are where I have to run toward.” 

You’re kissed again, one by one. 

Rewarded by tongues and wandering hands. 

Laying between the two their fingers inside you, making you cum apart between them. Over and over. Late into the night or early into the day they allow you rest. 

You pull away from bed carefully, the two of them in the seating area talking softly, you search for clothes but you only find Max’s hoodie and Nick’s briefs. Your bag had the other essentials but not any clothes. They would sedate you to move you again. You try to not let the thought curdle in your chest. Wearing the clothes, you head into the kitchen.

Bags from a local burger joint are on the small table. You stand at the doorway, fiddling with the sleeves. 

“Ah there she is, my little thief.” Nick chuckles, “Come on we have your favourite curly fries.” 

“And strawberry milkshake mixed with half of vanilla.” Max holds up the cup. 

You stare at the food and drink. 

“Oh you don’t trust us?” Max shakes his head amused, “Told you.” He says to Nick. He reaches for the fries and eats a random one, making a show out of chewing it. Holding his arms wide as if to show no damage to himself.

Nick does similarly with the milkshake, taking a sip and making a face at the combination but again nothing happens to him, “We’re good to you. We’re safe. Unlike the place you planned on running toward.” 

You giggle at their antics. Padding over to them and taking the spot between them. You eat the food, and drink your milkshake, being their good girl. They smile, no anger or disappointment in their eyes. 

“So will the two of you ever be inside me together?” You ask randomly, popping a fry in your mouth the two of them begin coughing not expecting that question. You laugh padding over to the counter that harbours the water bottles, unscrewing them you quickly hand them their bottles and take your own. 

“Sorry, I thought…” You look away shyly.

“Maybe we do your fantasies after we’re done with your punishments.” Nick suggests, rubbing his chest.

You look from him to Max, he takes another sip of water, “Little tesoro, we aren’t done punishing you yet.”

“I understand. I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking clearly.” You agree with them. They nod.

Max reaches for a french fry and slumps forward. Your eyes widen, “Max!”

Nick’s eyes turn from the slumped over conman to you, you stare at him accusingly, he stands, you watch him reach for the gun on the side table but he falls forward as well, “Nick!” 

Their eyes are open, you wipe the panic from your face, rolling your eyes. 

“Oh don’t worry, soon it will be a nice little sleepy time.” You promise, eating another fry and dusting your hands off, “Well these past hours have been very entertaining but I have some very important business to attend.” You stand, moving over Nick’s body towards Max. Their eyes have the anger yet again.

“Oh it’s just a little drug. The way you drugged me.” You smile at Max, taking a deep breath before dragging him along the carpet to the bedroom. You cuff him to the bed frame. Leaving him watching you from the ground you head back to drag Nick back inside.

“Max and Nick, the two of you were right, strength training has its perks.” You grin, cuffing Nick works the same way. You sift through their bags for clothes opting for Max’s since they wouldn’t have any stitched in trackers. You’d ditch them anyways. 

They helplessly watch you strip down, and put on clothes. You open your seized bag, the hidden pocket still has the keycard you need. You smile at them.

“Well boys,” you saunter over to them, then spot your shoes, wearing them you make your way back. You place a kiss against Max’s soft cheek then Nick’s stubbled one, “Thank you for the fuck, I don’t appreciate the spanking.” You wink, “Maybe we can continue this another time.”

You close the door gently, you’re just outside of New York you crack your stiff neck. Reaching for the burner tucked into the sole of your shoe you dial the number. 

“Hansen and Barnes’ or Barnes and Hansen’s Services.” The cheery voice greets you.

“Llyod.” You greet walking down the steps towards the road. Hailing down a cab.

“Ah, sweetheart, grumpy here was angrier than ever.” Lloyd informs, you shake your head at his nonsense.

“Well he can meet me at his favourite place. Oh and I have Fowler and Burnett tied up.” You inform, he whistles, impressed by your antics. 

“Get there, I’m sure he’s excited to meet his Doll.” Lloyd teases, “I’ll tell him. Text me where they should be.”

You hear a muffled sound then punches and groans, you use the time to text Lloyd. You get down from the taxi at the first subway station’s steps. 

“Doll.” Bucky greets over the call, making you smile.

“Hi, Bucky. I missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too. I hear you’ve earned redemption?” He enquires.

“I have.” 

“Good girl. Knew you would make me proud. I’ll meet you at our favourite place in an hour.” He promises.

“An hour Mr. Barnes.” You affirm, he chuckles.

“I’ll see you, Doll.” Bucky promises before the line goes dead. 

You break the flipphone, dropping it on the platform, kicking it onto the tracks and then leaving the station with the hood up.

-x-x-x-x-

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[geminixevans-stan]

All The Time

Pairing: Lloyd Hansen x Female Reader x Nick Fowler

Words: 3.6k+

Summary: He is one of the most powerful men on earth but there’s more worse than him

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI, explicit language, smut, oral m rec, unprotected sex, gunplay, spanking, bicep choking, cuckolding, squirting, fingering, mentions of gunfire, shooting, daddy kink.

A/N: It’s safe to say that after The Gray Man trailer that Lloyd Hansen is superior! I hope you like my little pairing! Like, comment, & reblog! ♥

Divider by @firefly-graphics

I do not consent to my work being copied, plagiarized, or translated in any way >:P

Even the most powerful man in the world had a weakness. It could be money, material things… even people. You were Nick Fowler’s weakness and everybody knew it. Most enemies would make a joke and say if someone wanted to kill him, they would have to while Nick was balls deep inside of you. 

That man was powerless when it came to you, no matter how stoic he could be. He never told you no and when he did, it was for a good reason… most times. Only you could see through his bullshit and it was hard to bluff with you.

Nick had a lot of enemies that was for damned sure. But.. He was untouchable — until now. 

You never thought you would see the day that anyone would have touched him, let alone have him tied to a chair. It was the usual Tuesday and you were putting the finishing touches on your makeup when he called for you. 

Your body was already on fire because when daddy called for you, you ran shamelessly. It didn’t matter if you were in the middle of a shower, you were prancing your naked ass down the hallway just to see what he wanted.

That was something he didn’t mind at all, he didn’t need to rip off any clothes to get what he wanted. But as he called for you on this day, there wasn’t an inkling that something was wrong. 

Yet, as you opened the large oak door, someone else was in his seat and Nick was on the other side. Out. Cold. The guy sitting with his thighs spread and a smug look on his face beckoned you to come in. 

But you hesitated and that smug turned into a smile as he pulled out a 9mm and pointed it straight to Nick’s head, “I’d come in here if I were you. I’ll splatter his brains all over these walls sweetheart. Test me,” his tone was cold yet that smiled stayed. 

This is one deranged motherfucker…

The thought bounced in your head, snapping out of your mind when you heard that familiar click. 

“Times a wasting gorgeous, his blood will literally be on your hands if you don’t move. Now,” you pressed the door shut behind, hearing an appreciative hum from his throat as you made your way over to Nick. 

His head was slumped to the side but he was still breathing. You rose your head up to the man in question, “What do you want?” the question was simple yet the answer was something you weren’t expecting. 

The deviant sitting in front of you, gave a beaming smile, “Well that’s simple sweetheart… you,” there was a bit of silence as you quirked your brow at him, “Just for an hour while Nicky boy sleeps. You know how he is about you..”

That you did. Which is why this whole ordeal became humorous. Nick’s warm breath coasted across your hand as he showed no signs of waking. You didn’t even know who the fuck this guy was but he sure knew Nick.

One thing you did know was that he was gorgeous, even with the mustache that he sported. He carried the most beautiful blue eyes but you could tell they were dangerous too. Any man that can smile while pointing a gun at anyone had some screws loose. 

Just like your sweet Nick…

You didn’t know what to do but whatever he wanted from you, he couldn’t have. The smirk stayed on the pretty boy's face before it broke into realization, “How rude of me. I don’t think we shared pleasantries. Lloyd Hansen and I know all about you,” your body flinching a bit as your name rolls off his tongue. 

But you heard of his name before, never put a face to the name until now. He definitely looked like a Lloyd that’s for sure. 

Men like Lloyd came a dime a dozen. Not many put the fear in you and Nick never did even with his gruesome past and present. 

Yet Lloyd seemed different, a new kind of unhinged and you didn’t believe many men. In this instance though, you believe that he would shoot Nick without hesitation. 

 There you stood as tall as you could be eyeing Lloyd in the wrong chair. It sent fire through your veins and it was time to play his game, “So Lloyd… How can I help you? Money? We have that. Territory? I’ll see what we can do. It would be hilarious to think you’ll ever have me though. You know what Nick would do to you?”

Lloyd blanches sarcastically, “That I do. Looks like he can’t do much right now gorgeous? What do you say? One hour and everyone will be happy. Need to see what keeps Nick sharp like he is. I could use some of that around me.”

A snicker escapes your throat at what he’s asking, “What? Don’t tell me the great Lloyd Hansen has to stoop low for another man’s pussy? Is that what this is? I gotta say… I’m not interest-” A shot rings out that cuts off your last word. 

Your head snaps to him as your eyes widen, the smugness on his face returning, “Sweetheart I can get any piece of pussy I want,” the click of his gun going off as he reloads, “I just want yours at the moment. Now, why don’t you come over here and show me some gratitude.” 

“Gratitude for what? Having shit aim?”

Another shot rang out as the glass sculpture of your own body shatters. Nick was gonna kill him from that alone..

“For not putting a bullet in both your heads. Now….” He raises his gun again, pointing at you, “Move it. Unlike you, I don’t have all day.”

That was rich coming from a bastard trying to get your — well Nick’s pussy. He made sure you knew it was his whenever he took you apart and you thanked him every time.

You took slow strides around the desk, eyes staring daggers into Lloyd. Whatever he was going to do to you, Nick was going to do worse to him. 

The fact makes you smirk as you walk over to him, his brows furrowing, “What’s so funny gorgeous?”

You let out a small giggle the second you’re face to face with him, “Just that… Nick is going to kill you. So have your fun, I’ll be sure to buy the best flower arrangement for your funeral.”

Cold steel met the tip of your chin, raising your head at eye level with him. His bottom lip is pulled between his teeth as his smile appears, “I see why Nick likes you, sweetheart… That mouth.” 

You flinch away the moment his thumb skates across your lip, “So pretty,” he whispers, “But! I think you can use those pretty lips in better ways than trying to piss me off.”

A low groan could be heard but it came from neither you nor Lloyd. You both turn your head to a waking Nick. Whatever Lloyd thought he injected with wasn’t strong enough. 

Your fight or flight comes into play as you try to inch away from Lloyd, only to be pulled back roughly with your back against his chest. You could feel the solid muscle behind his shirt and the planes of his abs, resting at your back. 

It didn’t even surprise you that he had some strength, no matter how good he looked. 

“Stay right here sweetheart, looks like Nicky wants to watch,” he chuckles, dipping his lips to the exposed part of your neck. The full pair ghosts over your skin, sending goosebumps all over you. 

But your eyes stayed directly on Nick as he raised his head to see the image in front of him. He blinked his eyes a few times before his vision became clear. His first instinct was to pull at the ropes and he struggled.

He was still weak from whatever he was given but the anger that rose from him was in full force. Only, he didn’t yell or look like he was going to try and save you. 

Nick looked at Lloyd first, then to you, “Daddy’s girl okay?” the tone filled with sincere worry but his face still stayed cold. 

You nod once before Lloyd's chuckle cuts through the exchange, “Oh she’s gonna be more than okay after I’m done with her,” he says raising the barrel of the gun and running it slowly down the side of your face, neck, and down the valley of your breasts. Your breath hitched, not of fear but of arousal? 

This was turning you on and if anyone knew your body cues, Nick did and he knew his girl, was turned on. The faint tint formed at the front of his slacks as he kept his eyes on you, “Say, Hansen,” Lloyd sets his sights on Nick, “Need you to check something for me…”

Lloyd scoffs, amused that Nick would be asking him for anything right now, “Humor me, Nicky. What can I do for you?”

“Check my pussy,” you begin to protest, but Nick’s glare silenced you, “Go on. Whatever you find will determine if you have a closed casket or not.”

Lloyd wasted no time bunching up your dress and push his hand between your legs. The triumph laced on his fact the minute he finds just what he and Nick were looking for. 

“Completely drench,” Lloyd says in amazement, “I see why you stay between these pretty thighs Nicky, she’s got a fucking faucet,” he grunts, pushing two thick fingers in your slippery hole. 

You let out a breathy moan, catching the tick in Nick’s jaw. At this point, you didn’t know if he was mad or amused. But as his eyes never left yours he asks, “He feels good sweet girl?,” you shake your head, “Oh don’t lie now. I can see the cream on his fingers from here..”

It was true, Lloyd’s thick digits were curled at the right angle, bumping up against the spongy spot within your tight slit.

Lloyd pressed his lips to the shell of your ear, his breath hot on your skin. The rough pads of his fingers against your spot makes the pressure build in your core, strangled sounds coming from your lips as he brings you closer and closer to the edge. 

“You know he doesn’t like liars gorgeous. Tell him. Tell him how good you feel right now.”

You try to resist, teeth sinking into your bottom lip as Lloyd brings you to the edge, slowing down as a whine bubbles from your throat. 

“Y-yes Daddy… He feels — fuck it’s good oh fuck!,” you squeak out the minute Lloyd speeds up his pace. The tent grows bigger under Nick’s pants and his lips quirk up. 

“Oh, my greedy girl. You know better don’t you?” desperately you nod at him, knowing that your end was near, “Seems like she forgot her manners, Hansen. You got your hour. Make it good.”

With Nick’s own permission, Lloyd pulls his fingers from your quivering hole, the squelch heard as your walls try to suck them back in. 

You looked at him in disbelief as Lloyd turned your attention to him, “Since you like to be quiet gorgeous, let’s put that mouth to work. Knees.”

It should have been a crime how quickly you lowered to your knees for him and it should have made Nick mad but you’ve kneeled for him without even asking. 

Your eyes look up at Lloyd and then back to Nick, making sure this was something that he wanted. By the look on his face, this was more for him than you right now. The coldness of the steel presses to your cheek, turning your head back to Lloyd’s direction. 

The bulge straining at the front of his well-tailored slacks was in clear view and the corners of your mouth became wet. 

Lloyd looks down at you, his face full of questioning, “I thought you were a good girl gorgeous? Take me out. You know what to do.” 

You bring your hands to his belt, quickly unbuckling it as the clink of metal can be heard. Following his belt, you pop off the buttons of his pants open, pulling the zipper and his pants low enough to grab the waistband of his briefs. 

The most glorious glistening cock springs out, bobbing in the air. Corded veins traveled from his shaft to the leaky red head that was inches from your lips.

You wanted to taste it — devour it. After all, whatever you were about to do was all to save Nick’s life..

Right?

That’s what your excuse was going to be. Your tongue snaked out, as you scooted closer. You lick a long slow stripe up Lloyd’s thick cock, gaining a sharp hiss, the minute you wrapped your lips around his aching head.

“Fuck, that’s it gorgeous,” he chokes out, “No won- fuck” he groans the minute your throat wraps around his length. Your eyes gaze up at him, tears brimming at the corners of your eyes. 

Nick sat on the sidelines as his girl went to work, his own cock leaking at you sucking off another man. In any other circumstance, he would have already put two in Lloyd’s chest. But who was he to deny you of anything making you that wet?

The loud slurps from you and curses falling from Lloyd’s lips, had your inner thighs drenched with arousal. Turned you on knowing that you can bring these men to their knees with your mouth. 

It made your double your efforts as your wrapped your fingers around Lloyd’s thick length, twisting and sucking at the same time. 

“There you go, sweet girl, drain him. Show him why you’re mine,” the growl coming from his lips as you stopped all your motions and looked over at him. 

Lloyd's eyes opened up as he saw your sights set on Nick and then back on him. You took your hands that were once wrapped around his cock and brought them behind your back.

With no warning at all, you open your mouth wide, letting your tongue spill over your lips. Lloyd didn’t need any instructions as he gripped your hair in one hand, slowly shoving his cock back into your mouth. 

He didn’t start at a slow pace. No Lloyd wanted to fuck your throat til you could no longer breathe. His hips snap at a bruising pace, spit dripping from your lips in long strings as your hollowed your cheeks to suck him in more. 

His eyes that were once blue were filled with the darkness as he looked down at your ruined face, “Look so good with my cock in the pretty mouth gorgeous,” he pants out, cursing as you moan around his length, the vibrations sending the first wave of his impending release.

He hated to not feel your mouth around him but, he was going to make the best of this hour and if he was going to cum, well he had to the perfect place. 

Lloyd stopped his movements, slowly pulling your mouth off his cock. Sharp pins spread to the back of your head as he drags you back up, not wasting any time to bend your completely over. 

You became eye to eye with Nick and his eyes were filled with nothing but pure lust. 

“Still okay sweet girl?” his question more of a check-in than anything. He knew if you weren’t that he would have ended this charade the minute you said you weren’t 

You nod as your try to speak, your throat becoming sore, “Okay Dadd- oh fuck!” your speech falters as Lloyd began to push into you. 

The whimper escaped your lips as he pushed in deeper, stretching you out with every inch until he bottomed out. Lloyd’s chuckle vibrated over your shoulder as he pressed a searing kiss on your skin, “Look at this greedy pussy Nicky boy. Even when I’m all the way, she’s still trying to suck me in. Shame you keep her all to yourself you know.”

Nick looked the least unbothered, “You know I never share Hansen. But my sweet girl loves your cock so much that I’ll make an exception. You’d have a slut like her in no time if you treat her like I do mine.”

Lloyd smirk, drawing his hips back, only letting his fat tip resting in your walls, “Yeah well,” he thrusts knocking the wind out of you, “Maybe I like yours a little too much,” he says through gritted teeth the minute he snaps his hips at a steady pace. 

He grips your hips with his large hands as he pounds your dripping hole, fascinated at the cream forming on his cock.

“OhfuckOhfuck!” you slur your words as Lloyd’s tip brushes up against your cervix over and over again. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as you try to reach out to Nick. 

“Ah ah ah, my sweet girl,” he tsks, “You wanted it now you take it like a good girl. Come on make daddy proud baby.”

Lloyd leans down pressing his lips to your ear, “Come on don’t be shy sweetheart. Making you feel so good, this tight pussy won’t even let me go,” he cooes to you as he wraps his bicep around your neck, bringing you up against his chest. 

He sets his thrusts to a bruising pack, the new angle letting him hit your spot with every stroke. You choke out a scream as he pulls pleasure from your body, tightening his grip on your windpipe. 

Nick is in awe of the entire ordeal that he writhes, trying to find some friction. He stops when he can’t get a reprieve, taking in the goddess you are as you get fucked to an inch of your life. 

The sounds of slapping skin and the loud squelching noise bounce off the walls as Lloyd takes you apart with this thick cock, the pleasure blooming in your core. 

“F-fuck! Oh that’s so good,” you cry out, choking on your breath as Lloyd squeezes your neck, breathing hard in your ear. 

“Yeah? It’s what you wanted huh sweetheart. You needed this cock didn’t you?” the sting on your ass from his hand could be felt before the sound rang in your ears. 

You let out a wail, eyes rolling to white as he uses your body like his own toy. 

Nick loved looking at you like this. His sweet girl looked so good all fucked out and a complete mess. He grunted audibly, looking at your walls flutter around Lloyd’s cock. 

He knew you were close before you did and he was ready to give you want you wanted. No… Deserved. 

Nick straightened up in his seat, watching the image in front of him unfold. You couldn’t keep your moans at bay, the coil wrapping tighter and tighter. 

Your pussy sucked Lloyd in at you set your eyes on Nick, “Daddy… Please? Pretty, pretty please?”

Nick smirked, moving slowly to take the knife from his back pocket, “What do you want baby? Tell me…”

You started to speak before, Lloyd slammed your face down on the desk, snapping his hips violently making you reach out for Nick, “You need to be begging me, sweetheart. I’m the one making you feel good.”

“Fuckkk…” you drawled out, still keeping your eyes on Nick. 

“He’s right baby, go on beg him for it.”

Lloyd laid another resounding slap to your ass, “No need,” yanking your head up as he kept pounding into you, “Go ahead cum and you better soak me,” his free hands moves, gripping his 9mm and pointing it at Nick, “You better cum good or I’ll put a bullet in his head. Come on cum for me baby,” he says as he sinks his teeth in your neck. 

You let out a piercing scream the moment the coil snaps and your juices cascade down your thighs and coat Lloyd’s twitching cock. 

“That’s my girl,” Nick whispers, grunting out his own release the minute you let go. He lets out a series of curses as the wet spot on his slacks grows. 

Too lost in your own high, Lloyd curses, pulling out of your spasming hole and pushing you down to your knees. 

“Fuckfuckfuck,” his mouth hangs open, groaning loudly as he jerks himself over your face, white ribbons covering your face as the remainder lands on your lips and tongue. 

Just like the true slut you were, you instinctively swiped your thumb over your bottom lip, pushing his seed over your tongue and swallowing his release down. 

“Fuck,” both men say simultaneously. Pride fills your body as both men look at you like art. 

“I see now,” Lloyd breathed out, stuffing himself back in his briefs and fastening his pants back up. He placed the safety back on his gun and walk around you and in front of Nick, “That sweet piece of pussy just saved your life. We’ll be in touch..”

Just as quick and silent as he entered your home, Lloyd Hansen was gone. The ache between your legs was proof that he was there. 

“Come here, sweet girl..” Nick calls out for you and you crawl slowly over him, resting your head in his lap. 

You look up at him with sleepy eyes and a smile on your face, “Hi Daddy,” you say quietly. You hear a snap and Nick's hands are cupping your cheeks softly. 

“Hi baby…. Got some energy for me?”

For him? You had all the energy in the world…

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𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 — mob!nick fowler × fem!reader

𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚 — nick promised you'd go shopping after you had to punish him for missing yet another date of yours and in a certain store he can't control himself anymore

𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 — SMUT, kinda public sex, fingering, p in v (wrap it before you tap it), slight gagging, wife kink, a teeny tiny bit of brat taming

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“Nick? Nick! Where are you, you promised you would come shopping with me!” you called through the apartment.

After Nick came late to yet another date of yours you punished him – in a sexual way – and it resulted in him taking you shopping or promising. 

You huffed as you walked towards his office, Nick had been cooped up all morning but now it was time to get out and if you had to drag him out you would. He promised you a shopping tour and unknown to him he needed new suits given the last three came back soaked in blood which would not get out.

Without knocking you pushed the door of his office open, “hello Mr. Fowler, I think you have an urgent meeting to get to,” you said, stalking over to your husband.

His face hung over a lot of papers, and he only lifted his head after you ran your fingers through his hair and gripped him by the roots. “You promised, Nicky,” you whined which caused him to smirk.

“I’ll sign one last paper and then we will go, yeah?” he gently took your hand from his hair and kissed your knuckles.

You lowered your head, “fine…be late and I will get the ropes again,” you whispered the last part into his ear.

Trying to pull your hand away, Nick gripped it tighter, “do not forget who’s in charge here, peach,” he growled, causing goosebumps to line up your neck.

The dominance in your relationship was in a healthy balance, when you had sex, it was mostly Nick who took the reign as you were often too shy but sometimes you would dominate him. For the other part of your relationship, it was often you who bossed Nick around.

“Be on time and I won’t forget,” you smirked, pressing a kiss to his cheek before leaving his office with swaying hips.

Nick watched you leave and shook his head at your actions, you were truly made for him.

Ten minutes later Nick entered the living room where you were already waiting for him in your skin-tight red dress and black Louboutin heels.

His eyes almost fell out at how beautiful you looked, “look at my beautiful wife,” he commented, snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you against his chest. “Think you get out of this by complimenting me?” you eyed him suspiciously.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, peach,” Nick chuckled and got his wallet from his pocket putting it in your palm.

You smirked at him letting the wallet fall into your purse before interlocking your fingers with his. Nick led you out of the apartment to his car.

He opened the door for you and helped you climb in before closing it behind you. You loved his gentleman manner.

Your husband drove you to a shopping mile filled with expensive shops, cafés and more. As he parked you started telling him your checklist, “we need three new suits for you, you can choose the brand but it gotta be three blue, dark blue. Then I need a new dress, a few new sets of underwear after someone destroyed them-,” “not sorry for that-,” “and then a new pair of jeans.”

The car was parked by Nick who turned around to face you, “that all?” he asked with a smirk. Rolling your eyes with a smile you were well aware that he made fun of you, swapping his chest when you got out of the car.

The first stop was for Nick’s suits, and he chose Armani – as always. “Why does it always have to be Armani?” you questioned as you entered the store.

“Would you like me to wear something else?” Nick asked back which had you raising your chin, “you don’t answer a question with a question, but for your information. I liked the Prada suit you wore on our honeymoon.”

A smirk played on his lips, “our honeymoon was five years ago…you still remember what I wore?” Now he was teasing you.

“See what good of a wife I’m?” you huffed while looking at the different colours, then two arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you against Nick’s chest. He nuzzled his nose into the nape of your neck, “you’re the best wife, I don’t even know what I did to deserve you,” he kissed your delicate skin.

“Good save,” you said with a smirk and stopped at a dark blue suit, “try on this one,” you ordered and gave him the suit.

Nick followed your order and vanished behind the curtain, the suit would probably need a bit of adjustment but that was the littlest problem. He then stepped out and your eyes almost fell out at how good he looked.

“Is the arm length okay?” you asked as you inspected the sleeve, “it’s good, but I believe the pants are a bit too long.”

Nodding you kneeled down and turned over the end, “better?” you asked, looking up at him.

Nick looked down at you and had a hard time not falling on his knees, you were beautiful down there and the way your eyes looked up at him had his cock throbbing.

“Yeah,” he said with a shaky breath which you didn’t notice. “Good, then we will let them adjust it, do you want to try on the two others? I mean it seems silly as they’re all the same color…,” you weren’t sure if it was the right decision, after all the other two suits could work out differently for him.

“It’s fine, if they don’t fit in the end then I’ll get them tailored again,” he said without a care in the world which had you shrugging. “Okay, if you say so.”

“Now where to?” Nick asked, holding out his arm for you as you both stepped out of the store.

“Victoria Secret,” you stated and his eyes lit up, your expression fell as you realized what was running through his mind, “no,” you instantly said, holding your finger up.

You couldn’t have sex in a changing room again, last time you were too close to getting caught and you would not risk getting kicked out of a store. Nick pouted, but you kept your face straight, he smirked and turned away from you.

“Did you hear me? Nick…,” “I heard you, don’t worry peach.” Internally you groaned, he was not going to listen to you.

The two of you entered the store and almost in the same second all women looked at you, all of them were here alone while you stood here…with your husband. Some didn’t even spare you a glance and only looked at Nick while others looked jealous and only two women looked like they were happy for you.

You strolled through the rows of braw, thongs, pajamas and more with no exact imagination of what you would want to try on. A few colours flew around in your mind, but none stuck permanently.

Nick turned a corner and began looking on his own, if he didn’t know what you’d like he wouldn’t look.

His eyes catched a baby blue set of lingerie, it looked like a little dress. The front had little flowers, in the middle was a small corset, a skirt with transparent fabric flowed above the thong.

Taking the set from the wall Nick brought it to you with excitement pouring from his gaze.

You were inspecting a red lace bra without pads as Nick popped up in front of you, your eyes widened, “yes…?” you drawled when you saw the way he watched you. He had hid the set behind him to make sure you wouldn’t see it right away.

“What do you think?” he held up the lingerie and your thoughts began to form. “It’s very pretty, I like it,” you agreed and turned to look at the bras.

Nick laid the set over his arm and continued looking at different sets of lingerie, he found another baby blue set, a black one and peach coloured one which he all brought to you. All of them were approved by you, “if only you were this excited when we picked out new suits.”

It was true, Nick hated shopping for suits instead he preferred shopping lingerie, dresses, pants or tops with you however lingerie was his favourite

You yourself had found a wine red and magenta coloured set, having now six sets you walked towards the changing room with Nick in tow, “stay outside,” you warned him before taking the sets with and vanishing behind the curtain.

Defeated, Nick took a seat in a black armchair, leaned back and legs spread wide, his cheek propped on his thumb and pointer finger.

First you put on the baby blue that Nick showed you at the beginning, pulling the curtain aside you revealed yourself to him.

Nick poked his tongue to the side of his cheek, looking you up and down slowly with lust-filled eyes. Oh, how bad he wanted to push you against the wall, kiss down your body until he reached your cunt, how bad he wanted to taste you and ruin you for everyone to hear…let them know you were his.

However he had to listen to you, as much as he loved your punishments, something told him that he wouldn’t enjoy this one as much as the other.

The expression on Nick’s face had you smirking, it showed you how bad he wanted to rip it off of you and fuck you. This one would definitely land in the shopping cart. You closed the curtain again and changed into the pink set you picked.

Normally pink wasn’t on your favourites list, blue or red yes, but pink never really stuck out…until this one.

It was completely made of lace and instead of a low waist thong it was high waist and covered more than the average, at the same time however it left nothing to the imagination and still teased the one lusting for you.

You slid the curtain aside. Nick cursed under his breath as he laid eyes on you, he rarely saw you in pink but he loved seeing you in it. The dark magenta colour made your skin glow.

Nick stood up and walked towards, an expression on his face that could be compared to a lion hunting his prey. You took a step back and hit the wall behind you, Nick came closer and closer until he stood right in front of you. He closed the curtain, then turned back to you.

“Nick,” your breath hitched in your throat, “I told you, I don’t think this is a good idea,” “I’m going to fuck every coherent thought out of your pretty head because the only thing you should be thinking about is how good you feel with my cock inside of you.” God, his dirty mouth would be the death of you.

You couldn’t believe this, how could lingerie have this effect on him? But you also couldn’t deny that the way he looked at you turned you on and the thought of getting caught made it even more exciting.

His hands roamed your body, squeezing your breast, rolling his hips against your crotch. With his left hand he held your throat to keep your eyes on him while his right hand trailed down to your cunt.

Sliding his middle and pointer finger beneath the fabric he snapped it against your mound. A shuddering breath slipped from your mouth as it hit your sensitive skin.

You were still a little sore from last night, but you wouldn’t stop Nick, you couldn’t. Your body didn’t let you, however given the fact you had known Nick for years you were well aware how quick he would lose control with you.

“Nick, don’t-,” you plead was cut off by him stroking your folds, “you’re so wet peach…for someone who didn’t want me to fuck her in a changin room you’re quite response.”

Goddamn, you just wanted to keep him from destroying the lingerie - even if it would be an accident, he always found a way. Ripping them apart or covering them in his sperm which in 8 out of 10 times wasn’t coming out.

He dipped his two fingers into your leaking hole, normally he would start with one finger but right now he was too impatient and - “slipping right in with my fingers huh? You’re already so wet for me,” he teased your inner walls, curling them inside you.

“Nick, don't-,” again he cut off by pressing his fingertips against your velvet walls. “Peach, you don't need to deny it…I know you want this, now be a good little wife and take what I give,” Nick growled against the shell of your ear. A shiver ran down your spine, his voice had a magical effect on you.

Your hands took hold of his shoulders for support, you kept one hand there while the other gripped into his short hair. You pulled his head back, “do not destroy this set or you won’t get your good little wife for two weeks,” you whispered back which had him smirking.

He pulled his hand from you, with his thumb he parted your lips and pushed his two fingers coated with your glistening juice inside your mouth to gag you.

“Oh, peach…be quiet. Remember who’s in charge here, you wanna be a brat? Then you will be treated accordingly, you know I will not hesitate to punish you right here. I told you to be a good little wife,” he tone was demanding and reminded you who was in charge. Nick pushed his fingers down your throat, the sound of your gagging causing his cock to twitch.

By now it was impossible to control himself in any form, he shoved the thong down your knees impatiently. You fell into submission and undid his belt, letting his pants fall down.

He stroked his cock and lined it up with your entrance. Your moans were muffled thanks to your husband gagging you, his thick cock stretched your cunt. Endorphins filled your veins at the feeling of being filled to the brim.

There was no time, he didn’t give you a second to adjust to his thickness, his size…. “One would think I'd have your cunt worn out by now, but look at you peach! Tight as a fucking virgin," the brunette gritted through his clenched teeth as he rutted his hips into you.

It was hard to keep the moans down, the fingers of Nick helping however. Low groans from him consumed the little room as you squeezed him tight.

A familiar knot builds up in your stomach, a welcomed feeling. The pleased feeling that would soon over take your bed and fill your head with pure bliss. With the tip of his cock Nick hit your sweet spot without any issues, he knew your body too well.

“I know you're about to cum peach, then be a good wife and cum,” he commanded. Relieved washed over you as he allowed you to cum, you doubted that you would have been able to hold it.

A loud yet muffled cry filled the changing room, the way you squeezed him when you came and the sounds that mixed through had Nick explode.

With a low groan he let his head fall down on your shoulder as he spilled his seed inside you, painting you spongy walls. God, how much loved to mark you as his, let everyone in the damn store know who you belong to…to whom he belongs.

Slowly he retrieved from your sore hole, leaving a white line behind. He got on his knees and admired your mound, your cum mixed with his and how it slowly leaked from you.

Not wasting a second he pulled out his phone and snapped a picture, “this one will be added to the collection,” he smiled proudly. At this you could only roll your eyes.

“Do you know how classic a changing room is?” you asked him in disbelief while taking wet wieso from your purse – with a man like Nick they come in handy often. “You're gonna take that number?” he asked with an innocent expression.

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Hi! Just wondering if you had any plans for a part two for the nick Fowler one shot freedom! Really loved it

I have had a tiny draft from months ago just sitting forgotten in the archives of google docs but now I have added a little bit more ♥️

Freedom {2} || Nick Fowler

Read part one here

Angst!

Six months of peace. That was what you had before he found you. 

The second you unlocked the door to your waterfront villa you knew you were not alone. Following your usual routine, you stepped inside and closed the door before sliding off the jacket you wore now that the winter winds blew in from the Atlantic. You knew Nick better than anyone and he would not have made his move unless he knew your routine like the back of his hand. 

You had to stick to your routine.

You opened the coat closet beside the door and hung the jacket on the hook as your fingers curled around the knife you kept taped to the top shelf. Closing the door, you walked further into the house, the knife hidden behind your back and you tipped your head into each room. It was only as you reached the edge of the living room that you saw your cat moving away from the kitchen, whipping his tail high. 

You waited, steadying your breath as Nick ran out of patience and you raised the knife offensively. 

His footsteps were silent but six months apart could not break the long years of being married and knowing where he was by the very shifting of the air around him. Your fist struck out before he cleared the corner of the wall he was sheltering behind and he jumped back but it wasn’t fast enough. You kicked his kneecap as he retreated and he raised his weapon but you kicked it from his hand, the gun clattering to the floor before you pounced on him and pressed your blade to his throat. 

“How’d you know?” he asked with a chuckle. He was utterly fearless as he wiped his broken nose with the back of his hand and ignored the cold press of steel to his steady pulse. “I left the place spotless.”

“You still wear the same suffocating cologne,” you said with a snarl before looking at your cat sitting far across the room with his hackles raised. “And Felix hates men.”

His chest bounced with a laugh of disbelief, and he realised he really had forgotten that you had been an agent just like he had. “Now what? You just kill me and dispose of my body?”

You shook your head and shifted back on your heels after grabbing his gun. You kept your hold on the weapon loose so that lactic acid didn’t build in your muscles should you need to use them for another scuffle.

“If I kill you I would have to leave and I am done running, Nick. You came here to kill me and you failed.” His jaw ticked at the mention and you waved the gun at his head to remind him to stay put. “If you try again, you will fail again. Why can’t you just let it go?”

“Because you are mine.” 

“Were,” you corrected.

“You can change your name, you can change your hair, but you always have and always will be mine,” he taunted with the gravelly voice that you had once found sultry and attractive.

The gun wavered as he licked his lips and he smirked as he saw your finger lift from the trigger. 

“You’re a real fucking bastard.” You gave him a kick to the thigh for good measure as you stood up and shoved his gun down the back of your waistband and stalked over to the cabinet that stored a whiskey bottle. 

He rose to his feet and straightened his jacket before smoothing a hand over his hair that had grown out a little along with his beard. Now that you paid more attention to him you saw he could almost be called dishevelled.

“What did you do?” you asked as you poured a finger of the amber liquor into a tumbler and took a sip. “Why are you here?”

“I don’t know what you are talking about.” He shrugged innocently with a boyish smile but it was too forced to be honest. “I came to bring you home.”

You scoffed and tipped the glass back, gulping down the contents and breathing through the burn in your throat. “Don’t insult my intelligence just because I was foolish enough to marry you.”

He took the empty tumbler from your hand and poured half a glass for himself before stalking over to your bookshelf and running his finger along the spine of your favourite novel. “It took me a while to believe you really left when I saw your books still on the shelf. I was certain you would be back, you loved your books more than me.”

“They treated me better than you did.”

Nick emptied his glass in one shot, hissing at the burn before staring at the dregs at the bottom. The bitter floral aftertaste was quick to warm your tongue and you smirked as Nick rushed across the room to grab the bottle and sniff the spiked contents. 

“Mithridatism,” you said as you shook your hands and clenched your fists to keep the blood flowing. “Bet you didn’t think of that.”

Nick groaned as he stumbled towards the couch, dropping the glass to shatter on the floor. You had expected to feel joy or satisfaction as he fell slumped over the couch, the poison slowly paralysing him and leaving him a prisoner in his own body. 

“Why?” he slurred as his tongue grew heavy.

“I know you, Nick, and you are cruel. I knew you could never let me go.” You pushed away from the buffet table and dragged your unsteady legs across the room so you could tower over him for once. “I said I wouldn’t kill you and I keep my promises. You will live with the knowledge that I am happy and free living without you and I hope that knowledge destroys you.”

You slipped your phone from your pocket and made the call that would free you from him for good. 

“999, what’s your emergency?”

“It’s my husband, I-I-I think he’s had a stroke,” you stammered with a sob thrown in for good measure as Nick’s lips moved weakly but his voice failed him. “You have to send somebody quick!”

You muted the phone after giving the address of your villa and took a seat beside Nick, stroking his hair like you used to. “You used to make me so happy, Nick, until you broke my heart. Even then I thought if I stuck it out that one day we could get back to that place where you smiled at me like I was your world. I was so stupid.” You laughed humorlessly and tipped his heavy head back so you could see his sky blue eyes staring as the sound of sirens grew closer. “This is goodbye, Nick.”

“999, what’s your emergency?”

“It’s my husband, I-I-I think he’s had a stroke,” you stammered with a sob thrown in for good measure as Nick’s lips moved weakly but his voice failed him. “You have to send somebody quick!”

You muted the phone after giving the address of your villa and took a seat beside Nick, stroking his hair like you used to. “You used to make me so happy, Nick, until you broke my heart. Even then I thought if I stuck it out that one day we could get back to that place where you smiled at me like I was your world. I was so stupid.” You laughed humorlessly and tipped his heavy head back so you could see his sky blue eyes staring as the sound of sirens grew closer. “This is goodbye, Nick.”

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[eclecticpatrolroadlawyer]

We Hate you

Masterlist

Notes: This is the first part.

Summary: What if you love someone and fully trust him betrays you in the worst possible way?

Pairings: Husband! Nick Fowler x wife! Reader (Y/n)

Warnings: angst, betrayed, death.

Prequel of "Ruin"// ''We love you''(alternate ending of Ruin)

Y/n's pov

'He is late again' I sighed at the thought. It has been going on like this for 10 weeks now.

Hell even more than that but I am tired of keeping counts. It has been like this since he came from a particular mission. He had been distant from me. No kisses, no hugs. He was a CIA agent so, it was normal for him to be busy but today was our anniversary night. I was supposed to surprise him with my pregnancy test. It was wrapped in a beautiful light green box with pink wrap. But these days, I don't know it feels like he has been intentionally avoiding me. I sigh at these thoughts again doubting Nick would ever cheat on me or not. I still remember the first day we met after all I am the core key of the CIA and they have to protect me from all those threats I have been getting. That's why they hired Nick as my bodyguard who is an outstanding agent of the CIA. One of the most successful agents who never failed. I closed my eyes thinking about the day when I and Nick met.

-"Miss Y/n Y/l/n, please meet Nick Fowler. The best agent in our department." Agent Derek says coming in through the door.

I move my eye from him to a handsome fellow beside him. 'Wow! He is handsome' was my first thought without realising I said it out loud.

-Suddenly when Nick smirked and said "Well, this handsome fellow is grateful that she can serve a beautiful lady like you, Miss Y/n".

I blinked and furrowed my eyes for a sec and winced realising that I said it out loud.

- " I am sorry Mr Nick for my inappropriate action. I didn't realise my thoughts slipped out. This doesn't happen usually and I can guarantee you this will never happen again. " I smiled.

-"Well if I am showered with such comments, then I don't mind, Miss Y/n." He winked at me and smirked seeing the effect he has on me.

I was amazed and shocked by his smooth flirty nature actually and yeah you can say flustered too. It was the first time I was so damn nervous after meeting a guy. I came to feel the tension between us. I was so mesmerised at that moment that I didn't realise that we both were having a staring contest.

-Suddenly, we both were forced to get out of our trance after we heard Mr Derek clearing his throat and saying "So, as I can see Miss Y/n, he is to your liking. So, we are gonna move on and start our meeting discussing the terms and conditions now. Are you ready, miss Y/n? ".

-I nodded while staring back at those beautiful blue eyes which have become dark now with lust "Yes, I am ready."

After that day, he became my bodyguard and then as days went by, he became my boyfriend and without realising and in a blink of an eye, he became my husband and my true soulmate for the rest of my life. I sighed happily thinking about all our days together caressing my 2 weeks pregnant belly thinking about our child but was interrupted by sudden movements inside the house. I opened my eyes instantly.

'What the hell, why I wasn't notified of any external presence inside the house. Is it Nick? But I should have heard or noticed his car coming...' I furrowed my eyes.

I gulped nervously. Even though I knew how to fight but due to my pregnancy I have been weak. I took my pocket knife from the nightstand and slowly moved toward the living room. I looked around for a while but there was no one. No sign of anything. I checked here and there to look for any signs but nothing. My brain sighed in relief but my feelings and heart didn't. I knew something was wrong. I was never wrong after all I was also a successful agent one time. After some minute, I sighed and started walking back towards our shared bedroom when suddenly I heard a sudden noise behind me. Shuffling noise u can say. I froze and suddenly swung my knife at whoever the person was there but suddenly someone caught my hand in defence but before I could do anything, the person spoke "Hey, baby it's me, Nick. Don't worry. You are safe" I sighed in relief but soon I asked "But why didn't I notice your car. I should have noticed huh!? "

"Well, my car is in the garage so, I walked on my own and came home. Sorry I didn't inform you. " He said but I noticed a slight nervousness in his voice but decided to ignore it since it was our anniversary night.

I circled my arms around him and rub my nose against him. "Well, it's okay. But you scared me there you know." I closed my eyes taking in his smell as we twirl around and danced together without any music though but just enjoying the beautiful peaceful time. His smell makes me feel soo safe that I feel like I am home. Without him, I don't think I can ever imagine what's family and home are. I wanted to cry but I know how much it hurts to see tears in my eyes. I look up at him and his beautiful blue eyes as he placed his hands on my hips.

"I love you, you know" I smiled as my eyes softens taking in his handsome face. But suddenly I felt his body tense around my body and he squeezed my hips lightly as if he was nervous but his face didn't show anything. I furrowed my eyebrows in lack of response and as soon as I was gonna ask what was going on, I was interrupted by him asking if I wanna enjoy the wine he brought. I stayed silent for a sec but then I nodded my head saying yes.

While he was gone to fill our glass, I sat on a chair near the table deep in thought about his odd behaviour toward Nick. I didn't notice he was back until he tapped on my shoulders asking me "Are you okay, honey? You seem a little tense and spaced out there.". I gulped down the lump forming in my throat and set aside my thought saying " Yes, everything is alright hubby, just was thinking how I got so lucky to have you for so long." I smiled. Again his hold tighten around my shoulder but for a sec then he made me stand up and gave me the glass. "It's okay darling but I think I am the one who is lucky to have you." He smiled and added, "So, let's set aside the talks and thoughts and let's cherish and celebrate this moment by drinking our glass darling. Cheers!"

After clinking our glass together, we drank and then he suddenly hold his hand out lovingly and asked bowing a little "May I have this dance, your highness?".After I put my hand into his hand, I asked Siri to play 'Can't help falling in love with you by Hailey Reinhart.

As we danced together, suddenly I felt my chest tighten as if felt like someone is trying to choke me. I wanted to breath and my heart was beating so fastly as if it's also trying to breath. My vision was starting to blur and I let go off Nick and stumbled upon the chair and then I fell down and I saw Nick kneeling with eyes full of guilt saying sorry over and over again.

"What did you do you fucking bastard?" I hissed angrily grabbing his collar tightly with all my strength I could have. "WHAT DID YOU DO?" I ask again screaming in front of his face and breathing heavily.

"You know I was assigned to do this before we met. All of this was just play to make your guard down and lure you in. " He said removing my hair from my face and putting it behind my ears with his monotonous voice and cold eyes

At that time, I felt like my whole life was a lie. That all of this was an act the moments we shared everything. Our first kiss, sex,marriage everything. Tears started to roll down my eyes slowly as I stare shockingly at him. I couldn't belive and hear anything anymore. 'What about our baby?' I thought. I don't have words to describe my feeling anymore. I don't know what to say. But I wanted all of this to be a bad dream and lie. 'No! No! Please wake up. Please someone wake me up. Please. Please.' "Please"I choked out as I closed my eyes tightly letting my tears fall. I wanted to cry loudly, scream, pound on his chest asking why.

"Why? WHY?" I choked as I suddenly start coughing up blood and breathing heavily. Many questions were going through my mind but one question I wanted to ask before I die. "Di... Did you ever fall in love with me?" I asked looking at him in his eyes searching for an answer or something hope. My eyes were begging him to say something but all I got was silence. I didn't know what to do, I wanted to scream break things and gosh... I don't know.

Then I heard the heels clicking around the house on the floor . I opened my eyes to see her. Mace. It was the most worst feeling I felt. I wanted to puke. I looked at him with my wide horrified eyes wanting to ask if it's what it looks like but I couldn't find anything in his cold monotonous eyes. Nothing. No hope. It felt as if I was staring into eyes of soulless empty person completely opposite of the person I knew who was my husband. Then she knelt down in front of me gripping my jaw she made me look at her and said "You know, being his wife, you were pretty lame." She smirked and whispered in my ear lightly so that Nick couldn't hear " But thanks to you and your dumbass brain, he is all mine now darling." She winked and let go off my jaw.

I felt pathetic at that time. Felt weak and hated myself that I couldn't do anything . I hated myself that I wasn't a good mother and couldn't protect my unborn child. It didn't even took his first breath and I couldn't ever hear it's voice calling me 'Mama'. I wanted to cry. But I couldn't let them enjoy the moment of seeing my pathetic state. I took a deep breath in and said what I wanted to say with all my strength left in me cause I knew Nick loved me and what will he feel when he will look into the gift I chose for him. I knew Nick very well or not. I don't know but still I had to say it. "You know don't ever be sorry. I trusted you. Gave my whole heart. My mistake, not yours" I said as he looked at me as if his whole world crumpled down but he was quick to cover it under his cold eyes . That's why I choked out with all my strength left in me "We hate you but still forgive you after all I loved you . Hope you love your gift I chose for you, Darling. " and then I let darkness engulf me thinking about the family we could have if this didn't happen as I felt the world disappear under my closing eyelids.

IT WASN'T

YOUR FAULT.

IT WAS MINE,

FOR BELIEVING

EVERY WORD

YOU SAID.

A/n (Author's note) : Should I write Nick Fowler's pov too?

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[chaashni]

Dollar, Dollar Bills

Warnings: Sexworker!AU. Smut. Gunplay. Possessiveness. A little unhealthy. Toxic Nick Fowler. Some obsession. Groping. Slapping. Blowjobs. Choking. Hair pulling. Unfair power dynamics. Aggressive sex. All that. And yeah, Printesa.

Hot pink nails curled around your second free drink of the night, you rolled your shoulders, the delicate body chains wrapped all around your body and looped over your bralette sparkling as you sauntered towards the man, his sharp cheekbones and eclectic blue eyes drawing you in closer.

It was easy to forget you were the temptress when it came to Nick Fowler. Beautiful as he was, his words held an engaging darkness, struggling to rip free, crossing you in your own game and luring you in every time he decided to visit you.

"Nick Fowler." You eyed him up and down, eyes lingering at his belt, lingering at the gun he had strapped in there before snapping back to his lustful ones, keening to see that you were the object of his attention. Even now. "What brings you to me, huh?"

His chuckle was dark and expensive, just like everything else about him, the lustrously ardent eyes flickering with darkened flares as he sized you up and down, looping an arm around your bare waist, fingers itching to caress the lace of your bra. "Nothing can ever keep me from you, printesa."

You rolled your eyes, keeping your glass on one of the tables and pressing your palm on his chest, walking away, swaying your hips with grace, just the way you knew he liked. Somewhere behind you, you knew he had a tick in his jaw, his fists clenched. You could almost feel the roll in his eyes as he followed you, eyes trained on your legs. Even in the booming, lush tunes of the strip club, you could hear him thinking of ways to rip off the nylon stockings and stake his claim over your skin, tear down the curvatures of your body with his touch, mark it, brand it.

Of all the things about Nick Fowler, his possessiveness was what you understood.

Possibly because you were always looped in an uncertain web of its existence, the coils which held you hostage loosening and tightening according to <his> convenience, but never really setting you free. Like a trapped butterfly, Nick let you flutter your wings all you want. He'd have no qualms with you dancing the night away, swinging from man to man all through your shift at the club, but the moment you'd get too close- intimately close- his words, not yours, he'd riot.

Your pussy would burn and sting all through the next two weeks if you ever directly indulged another man's advances, especially when you were done with the transactional elements of your job. Ethics, he called it, often using it as his excuse to get away from stuff. Disappearing randomly for months? Work stuff. Classified. Wouldn't disclose because of 'ethics'. Making you slip pills into the drinks of potential targets so he could take them away from getting interrogated? You were helping the country. Ethics.

Ethics was the reasoning he gave when he wanted you to snoop on men who arrived at your club, jokingly calling you his 'asset', all dressed in lace and high boots, ready to kill if he asked you to.

"Where do you think you're going?" He caught your wrist, spinning you around and pulling you flush to his chest before his hands were on your hips, pushing you against one of the booths and pressing his body to yours.

He wasn't mad. Not yet. His pupils blown wide, you could barely discern the cerulean ring cuffing the exterior of the black pits as he hungrily took you in. Holding the same vehemence in those irises when he was buried inside of you, his glare was cutting through your lashes and searing into your brain, leaving you helpless in his hold.

Almost.

"Away from you." You bit back, hands pressing to his chest in an attempt to get away from him, legs sliding between his to aid you in your struggle but Nick just held on tighter, chuckling darkly.

Condescending. Mocking. Lying. It still made your cunt weep, and you would still be furious at yourself for letting him leave traces of himself all over you when you'd wake up in an empty bed.

"That's never going to happen. Not untill you unload a gun in my chest."

You scoffed, glaring at him. "Don't take your chances. I will."

Nick chuckled a little more, looking down at you like the very idea was amusing and childish in the least, still holding you close to him.

"And I wouldn't appreciate you taking the chance to run when I'm not finished talking." His knuckles ran down the apples of your cheek, sliding down to your jaw from where his thumb reached over to your lips, smirking as he smeared some of your lipstick out of the corner, onto your skin.

You rolled your eyes, removing your hands from his chest and backing up against the wall, tilting backward in your heels. "And you think you're the fucking President that I would listen to you?"

He shook his head, clicking his tongue and placing the fault of his palm over your stomach, his nails digging into the skin, leaving tiny crescents in their trail. Marks. He loved placing them on you, from his hands, his teeth, his rings. Sometimes his belt. He had his ways to make you bend, be it the leather flogger you kept in your bedside stand or his thick cock being drilled up your walls.

The choice was always for you to listen, or so he claimed. You didn't believe him.

Nick Fowler was a fucking liar. You told him so, spat it at his face only to be held tighter, like he was apprehensive you would bolt right after, a steelier look in his eyes, assuring you he wouldn't let you get too far.

He had you addicted to his lies. To his touch, more possessive than a wolf's, he trailed you like a predator circling its prey, always out of sight for you to find him, always too close for you to erase him.

"Son of a bitch." You cussed, eyes tracing the hard line of his jaw, the flare of that nerve on his temple, the twitch of his fingers. "Agent or not, I'm not going to help you find dirt on your gangs. Not for that dick of yours."

He claimed he was an agent. Showed you a CIA card too for assurance and somehow sharing the little secret with him caged you in further, like he had set the tracks of his confession to manipulate you to find your way back to him. Wait for him. Stay for him.

Nick cursed, pinning you to the wall of the booth, some giggles from inside letting you know at least someone was having a good time. "You're being a brat."

You rolled your eyes, snorting,the palm of your hands digging to his abs and succeeding in pushing him a few inches away, much to his chagrin. "C'mon Nickey boo. " you taunted, "You handle so much, you've got to work. Disappear for weeks and come back like you own me, which," you raised air quotes, "Newsflash- you don't."

The murder in his eyes, the feral madness which haunted you whenever you were out in the streets and someone got a little too close to you, radiated out of him with such intensity you had to take a moment to shut up, before your eyes were lighting up again, fuelled by the outrage building in his eyes.

"Can't you handle me being a little brat? Think you can't control me?" You contemplated mocking him some more before you shook your head, looking straight into his eyes. "I'm not doing shit for you. Find someone else to do your dirty work."

With that you ducked, attempting to sweep out from under him and go back to the business area, find a potential client to grind on, even take one home because you had already lit the spark, you could as well have some fun before the incoming explosion tore everything down.

Nick had other plans.

A hand clamped around your throat before you could even swoop down, hauling you into the booth and pinning you to the wall behind, his gun pressed under your jaw. Behind his broad frame you saw the group of inebriated friends get up from their happy bubble, confused and frankly scared out of their mind at what they were seeing.

"Leave." You ordered, glaring at them, overall salty at the few couples in there who were all over one another.

They had something you could never.

"The fuck are you waiting for? Out." Nick barked, the barrel of the gun digging into the skin of your exposed waist, his hand tilting your chin up, glaring deep into your soul.

"I know someone who has connections with this guy you're searching for. Seemingly stole a lot of money from him and loves to gloat about it. He can help you. Leave me out of this." Nick had come back for business, hadn't he? If he wasn't getting his dick wet, he was asking you for favours, requesting you to find more about people he was supposed to do whatever with, and you had done it. Out of infatuation, out of the sheer need for the dollar bills he handed you. You were not going to do that again.

"Oh babygirl," Nick chuckled, shaking his head. Your eyes followed the gun as he raised it up, snapping back to his feverishly fanatic ones as he ran it down your face, digging it right under your jaw, using it to angle your face upwards.

"Stop trying to find your way out of this and do as you're told." Voice silky and cuffed with restraint, barely comparable to the unhinged look in his eyes, you felt the heat in them drip right to your core, your anger from being abandoned stemming into arousal with each rough action of his.

You still said nothing, keeping your face on a frustrating neutral, unphased when he brought the gun over to your lips, a soft gasp betraying you when his hands curled around your jugular. "I've been going too easy on you, isn't it?"

"That shouldn't be a surprise when you're never around, dipshit."

"On your knees. Another word and I cut out your tongue." He wheeled you around, away from the wall you were squashed against, slowly reducing the pressure on your jugular, domineering eyes beckoning you to follow his orders and melt under his control like the obedient girl he wanted you to be. Deeply ashamed of yourself for having ruined your panties over this, you lowered yourself down to your knees, your heels clicking against the tiles as you reposition yourself, keeping your thighs spread open the way he liked you.

"I expect to make a whole lot of money out of this, you get it?" You sassed, rolling your eyes at him, ignoring the way you were frothing in the mouth as Nick unbuckled his belt, his hand curling around his semi while he pointed his gun at you, pressing the barell of it to your cheek.

"You'll get it." He slid it down, pushing the barrel past your lips into your mouth, precum dribbling out of his cock. "Just a few dollar bills, a few orgasms and you can do anything I want you to do, isn't it?"

He pushed the gun deeper, watching your lips roll over and then pulling it out, a feral look in his eyes. "You know what to do."

Inching forward, you curled your digits around his cock, stroking the length before spitting on your hand, expertly smearing it all over the length. Nick's hand buried itself into your hair, the body chains sliding along your body and getting entangled with one another as you leaned forward, licking a teasing stipe over his tip, smirking at the hiss above you.

"Your dick's the only good thing about you" you sassed, not waiting for a reaction before slipping him into your mouth, hollowing up your cheeks and stroking your tongue all around him, taking him halfway and bobbing your head. Nick cursed as you broke the line of spit connecting his cock to your lips, his hands digging into your shoulder, past the chains and the lace, marking you up again.

"Being a bitch isn't getting you out of this."

"Oh, I fucking know." And you were deepthroating him again, revelling in the way his hands clung to your shoulder, his gun thrown to the side as he grunted, your tongue and mouth on him. You liked how this was the way you could exercise some control on him, however fleeting and frail. It was satisfying, watching such a man, dangerous and obsessive with having the upper hand crumble right under your mouth, your touch, your lips.

The hand tracing your collar bones curled around your throat, pulling you up and flipping you around in the blink of an eye, your tiny skirt flipped up. Bending you over the very table where the couples had been exchanging filthy love promises. One hand caging your wrists, keeping them pinned behind your back, Nick ripped the nylon off your ass and thighs, his hand striking against the flesh. Hard.

You could almost feel the handprint form on your ass.

Thinking you'd go back home with that, his cum full inside you, possibly plugged up, evidence of him mapped all over your skin, had this intangible thrill burn through you. Only Nick could give you that. That was your twisted reasoning, the lust of that unachievable fire he possessed in his deranged veins, that was exactly what kept you hovering around in his clutches.

"Been too fucking long, isn't it? My beautiful princess needs me to come around more, give her more." He let go of your hands, grabbing fistfulls of your ass with both bands, kneading and rolling them. "Needed my attention so bad didn't ya? Wanted me to come back, toy with you a little and have you crying, bent over something. Isn't that it?"

You gasped, shivering as Nick dropped to his knees, his hands lifting your hips up and placing your dripping cunt right over his face, eager hands ripping off more and more of your stockings, till your calves were exposed and under the mercy of his demanding fingers.

"You were gone. For weeks." Your accusations felt weak when they were melted in a sea of pleasurable moans, his tongue teasing your nub and snaking against your folds with such ease, like he knew exactly what would have you squirming, like Nick had never left.

Buried between your thighs, he groaned, smacking his lips over your clit and sucking it filthily, his moans vibrating over your cunt, your grip on the edge of the table hard, your face pressed against the wood.

"Doesn't take long to get you squirming." Nick spoke right over your pussy, words muffled by your moans as the vibrations rung through you, a sob stretching out of your lips. "Cause you're mine. Your body knows that. Your mind accepts it too."

He landed a smack on your ass, smiling against your dripping lips at your startled gasp, shoving his tongue into your hole. "You think I don't see it? Past that bratty little mouth?" This man, your nemesis, chuckled, tongue lapping up your juices as you squirmed and moaned, "I know how much you want me. Letting me fuck you in a club, where your silly little friends can see you get fucked stupid. Your dipshit customers too"

The hard smack on your pussy had you barrelling forward, and you felt Nick stand behind you, his meaty thighs landing on each side of your hips, hands dancing over your back to the sides of your boobs. "I know you want it. Being claimed by me? You love it. You love how feral I am for you, how much I hate being away from you."

His hands danced over the thin strips of lace holding your bra together, loosening it and sliding under the body chains over to the side of your boobs. "Will be marking them up later. All night long if that's what is needed for you to remember."

As you cursed under your breath, Nick lined his cock against your folds, teasing the tip all the way down your length before sliding an inch into your hole, chuckling darkly when you tried to push your hips back on his cock.

"Fuck me properly, asshole." You seethed, knowing how his expression would go all sinister and mean after this, eyes clouded with the feral unhingedness you seeked in every man you performed for. His hand dug into your hair, pulling the roots harshly, some tears pricking into yours.

"That's what you want, babygirl?" Without another warning, he snapped his hips, drilling his cick inside, the moan dancing at the tip of your tongue knocked out in full force as he began thrusting in hard and fast, leaving you panting and drooly as you tried to match back to his thrusts. Holding your hair still, he chuckled when your boobs slipped out of your loose bra, your curses incoherent in the sea of pleasure. Rolling his hips, Nick slowed down, only to cuff the back of your neck and press his digits into the dip of your collarbones, plunging his cock in, tearing some sobs out of your lips. He chanted his claim away, mouth mapping down your bare back, tongue caressing every dip and freckle of your skin, claiming every spot that made you shiver as his.

Nick filled you up the moment you had stopped convulsing from the effects of your orgasm, mouth latched over your shoulder, your face smeared with tear tracks and mascara lines, perfectly disheveled.

"That a good enough homecoming present for you, Princess?" He asked cockily, taking in your face, scoffing at the smirk you gave him.

Now's your time.

The gun he had thrown carelessly aside now rested in your hands as you managed to slip out and flip around, pointing it at him. Nick looked unphased for the most part, a little impressed at most.

"What do I have to do to get you to stay?" You implored, the gun pressed to his forehead. Nick chuckled, shaking his head.

"I'm never gonna leave, babygirl."

"Liar."

"You love the way I lie," he smirked, pulling the gun out of hold easily, one of your boobs exposed. His hands went to your nipple, twisting it darkly, chuckling when you winced.

"And I love it when you stay here and wait for me like a good girl." The gun pressed to your cheek, he toyed with your breasts, tweaking your nipples and swatting them. "You'd do that for me, wouldn't you?"

You nodded. This was a losing game anyway, so you set your sight on the wad of cash he placed next to you, your second best bet.

"Good -fucking- girl."

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[flordeamatista]

The Magician

Ecstasy and intense burn fuse together like mirrors falling from the sky.

My Skin On Yours

You're in the bathtub when your bodyguard comes looking for something sweet.

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[spookiekewchie]

Lovers Quarrel

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Nick Fowler x woc!reader

Summary: It's just a little back and forth between lovers.

Word Count: 1.9k+

Warnings: It might read as dubcon but it's all consensual, NO SPOILERS, there's no plot really, general language warning, slapping, pussy slapping, name calling, Nick Fowler (he is a damn warning), fingering, squirting, multiple orgasms, gagging on fingers, choking, spitting/spit play, pain kink, biting, blood, jealousy, possessive language, rough sex, unprotected sex (make sure it's wrapped before the cheeks are tapped), scratching, leaving marks, Nick's filthy mouth, the reader's filthy mouth, Daddy kink (just the name used), petnames (sweetheart)

A/N: Smh here I go again. Blame @georgiapeach30513. I gave it a look over but I might have missed some errors and typos. My bad if I did. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

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“All that fucking complaining, and you’re soaking wet.” Nick’s growls against your mouth as you try to wiggle away from his insistent fingers. “Just admit it, you’re like a bitch in heat for me no matter how mad you are.” It’s mocking, and you hate the way the shame heats your face while arousal swirls between your thighs. It’s not fair how easily he can get to you, but you know it’s because he’s trained your body to react to him no matter how fiercely your temper is burning.

That doesn’t mean you won’t fight back.

You wrench yourself back, far enough so that you can lay a hard slap across Nick’s face. His head snaps to the side, and you take the moment to put distance between the two of you while you smooth out your dress. The whole while you keep a wary eye on Nick, you know him well enough that his lack of immediate reaction means he’s planning something. He’s never been the type to let something go, and when he takes a slow step around the bed you inch closer towards the door. “Don’t even think about it, Nick I swear to god I will fuck you up.” He grins at your threat and you give it a half second of thought before you decide to bolt for the door.

You barely get a hand on the doorknob before he’s on you, hauling you back against his chest and lifting you into the air while your stiletto clad feet kick out at nothing. “You’re gonna fuck me up, huh? I'd love to see you try, sweetheart.” He drops you down on the bed, yanking you back towards him by a tight grip on your ankle when you try to scramble away. You don’t get any warning before you feel him yanking your dress up over your hips and ripping away your panties. His large palm strikes down against your bare pussy, and he hums in appreciation at the way your body reacts.

“Ow! Nick what the fuck—AH!” He cuts you off with another hard slap to your cunt, chuckling at the way you jolt from the sting of it. The pain only makes you clench around nothing, pleasure mixing with pain, and causing you to bite back a moan.

“You hit me first sweetheart, I’m just returning the favor.” Another slap and you throw your head back with a curse as your hips squirm against the bed. You’re wet already, and this isn’t helping the slightest but you haven’t told him to stop yet. Nick knows that you know which words to say if you need him to stop or if you need a break, so he grabs you by the neck and drags your upper body up from the bed, and keeps going. The next slap drags a moan out of you. You can’t help it, the pleasure and the pain becomes too overwhelming far too quickly for you to resist giving into it even if you’re still pissed off at Nick.

Slap after slap land against your cunt until your folds are puffy, glistening, and you’re trembling with shaky breaths and moans spilling past your lips. It’s not enough for him though, and when he sinks two thick digits into your tight core you let out a loud cry. Your hips buck, writhing against the bed when he crooks them just right and finds that spongy patch of sensitive nerves inside you. “Fuck!” Your eyes screw shut when he begins pumping his curled fingers inside you, you’re so worked up and the squelch of your cunt is immediate and loud in your ears as Nick sends you careening towards an orgasm that knocks the breath out of you. Your thighs tremble, electric pleasure coursing through you so strong that you soak the sheets under you with your climax. He doesn’t stop at one, Nick is greedy and drags another two out of you to ruin the bedding with your juices. He has your head foggy, and your body pliant when he slowly drags his digits out of you.

Nick’s fingers are shiny, slick, and dripping with your squirt, and when he grabs you by the throat you know what he intends to do next and your mouth drops open on instinct alone. His fingers hover over your mouth letting your juices drip from them and land on your tongue as it presses past your lips. “Shiiit, look at you.” He says with a groan, roughly shoving his fingers into your mouth, pushing them back towards your throat until he has you gagging while his other hand squeezes around your neck. “You’re a fucking mess, sweetheart. All worked up because some woman smiled at me." He tsks at you like he's not loving every second of this. "You just had to cause a fucking scene and now look at you. Legs spread like a whore, and fuckin’ dripping.”

Just like that you snap out of your haze, jerking your head away to dislodge his fingers from your mouth so you can spit in his face. “Fuck you, Nick. That bitch did more than smile at you.” You seethe, remembering the way the woman had the nerve to touch your man in front of you while he allowed her to do so. He knew it would set you off, just like it would have set him off if the roles were to be reversed.

Nick chuckles, releasing you to wipe your spit from his cheek. “Cute. Real cute, now,” His hand flashes out to grip your jaw tight enough to pry it open. “Let me show you how it’s done.” He doesn’t waste time, gathering his saliva and spitting right into your open mouth before forcing it closed. “Swallow.” It’s order, and it’s second nature for you to follow it while your hands are roughly undoing his belt so that you can get his pants open. “Always so fucking jealous, sweetheart.” He teases you, groaning when he feels your hand circling around his thick, straining length. He’s hard enough that it hurts, the need to be inside you making him buck into your hand as you grip him almost painfully tight. “Fuck.” He curses, surging forward to crash his lips against yours for a kiss that’s all teeth and tongue. A battle for dominance that you know he’ll win in the end, but you swear you aren’t making it easy for him this time.

Your teeth nip at his bottom lip, hard enough to draw blood and make him jerk away from you with a hiss of pain. He twitches in your hand, and you smirk. You know how to get to him just as easily as he knows you. “I wouldn’t be jealous if you didn’t walk around acting like this dick isn't mine.”

“It’s your dick?” Nick mutters, voice dropping to a gravelly husk that has you moaning. “It’s yours?” He grins, pressing his lips to the crook of your neck as he moves your hand away from his cock so he can line himself up with your entrance.

You nod, letting out a breathy, “mine.”

He grins wickedly, “Then fucking take it.” Nick fills you with a harsh stroke, his cock stretching you so good that it knocks the breath out of your lungs. Nick doesn’t let you adjust, pressing you back into the mattress and pounding into you like he’s trying to fuck you through the bed. His teeth bite down where your shoulder meets your neck, the pressure hard enough to bruise and you know he’s paying you back for biting him earlier. His lips trail bites and kisses to another spot where he chooses to mark you. A lewd moan drags its way out of you at the thought of wearing his marks proudly when he's done with you, your cunt squeezing and fluttering around him with each new love bite he leaves littering your skin.

“Don’t stop…just like that, fuuuuuuck daddy just like that!” You cry not caring about who else is in the house to hear the way that Nick is making you scream on his cock. Your hands slide under his dress shirt, nails digging into the skin of his back hard enough to leave angry red welts behind, and in some places draw blood. Nick only fucks into you harder, the pain from your nails raking down his back only helping to push him closer to his own release.

“Fucking bitch…” He hisses, lips roughly claiming yours and you can’t help but laugh into the messy kiss before biting down on his bottom lip and holding on when he starts to pull away with a growl.

“Damn right,” You pant, moving your hands to drag through his hair, nails scratching over the side of his neck with enough pressure to mark him. “Yours.” Nick slides a hand to your throat, rising to his knees and keeping you pinned down to the bed while he takes advantage of the new angle he’s fucking you at.

His hand around your neck squeezes just enough to cut off your air and you clench around him, the coil twisting and twisting with each deliberate stroke that he gives you against that sweet spot. Your screams of pleasure are choked and ruined as he fucks you like he’s trying to dig you out. When his free hand moves between your thighs and his thumb brushes over your clit you don’t recognize the sound that tears out of you, but you gush around him as the stimulation sends you over the edge. “That’s it, cum for daddy. Make a fuckin’ mess all over this dick, ‘s all yours sweetheart.” He says, words strained from behind his teeth as he watches the way you fall apart around him. “Give me another one, know you got in you. Greedy slut, c’mon give me what I want.”

It’s impossible to resist, Nick’s words are like pulling a trigger and you can’t stop yourself from cumming again for him with a shrill, babbling cry as you soak him and the, no doubt ruined, sheets. Your nails dig into the back of his neck, breaking skin and sending rivulets of his blood trickling down to drip against your heated, sweat slicked skin. The bite of pain, and the sight of his blood dripping onto you, coupled with the pulsing of your walls around him send Nick over the edge and he cums with a loud shout. His hot spend filling you and soothing your ravaged cunt that milks him for every drop that he has to give.

Nick collapses on top of you with a grunt, resting there for a moment before rolling off to the side to catch his breath. You both need showers, you’re aware of that, but for the moment your legs are useless.

Comfortable quiet settles between the two of you, the only sounds filling the room are those of you and Nick’s soft panting breaths. It's like that for a couple minutes before he speaks.

“Never gonna be another woman for me, sweetheart.” He tells you, and you smirk. Slowly you sit up, careful of his cum dripping out of you.

“I know." You reply, "But the next woman that touches you like that is going to end up at the bottom of the fucking river.” You say, peering over your shoulder when you hear him stirring.

There’s a wicked smirk on his lips that has heat blooming in your chest, and you can only roll your eyes with a wicked smirk of your own curling onto your lips.

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[hauntedelation]

𝐋𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 — He came back in a rough shape. 

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 — Black Female Reader x Soft Dark!Nick Fowler

𝐀/𝐍 — I wrote this on my phone, I couldn’t get his face out of my head. Sorry if there are any errors!

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 — 811

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 — allusions to smut (18+), blood and injury, age difference (Reader is early 20s and Nick is late 30s), soft dark!Nick, slight fluff, small amounts of angst, you take care of his wreckless ass

If you liked, feel free to check out my masterlist! ♡

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"Come here, Baby."

His glass leaves a soft clink on the tabletop.

You stood hardly an arm's length away from the man. The chill from the air conditioning prickles your skin as he attempts to douse the remnants of the night off of him. Your eyes quickly find those of a restive guard as you stand close to Nick. Your legs are threatening to tremor but, eventually, you are able to find your composure. 

When you gaze at the young man at the end of the table, your face held the weight of pleading.

What happened? You want to hiss.

But the first aid kit slides from your hold and stops next to his cup. A rough hand, damp with sweat and blood wraps around the back of your thigh as you pause right between his.

Nick flexes his knuckles around the arms of his chair, the skin splitting apart. A low sigh is exhaled as he watches you. He is…beaten. A pretty blue eye is darkened with a bruise, the rest of him the same. You inspect the cuts from his cheekbones, to the bridge of his nose, and a twinge strikes your chest. 

Stop.

You shouldn’t frame those questions right now. Even if there was a barrage of them all spilling into your mind. Maybe later when you pull him to the shower, later when he would be wrapped around you until the remnants of the night trickled into dawn. He wouldn’t be able to sleep much otherwise.

Nick's cut brow lifts at your distressed features. A ghost of a grin tugs at his mouth when you cease your examination and settle in his lap. You're hesitant with it though, he can feel this as you withhold your weight—Both his hands instinctively move up to surround your waist and back. 

He brings you closer.

The warmth from his body seeps through your satin gown, gun smoke and iron enter your senses and you can't help the wrinkle that appears on your nose.

You wet your full lips and place a palm over his heart. His dress shirt does nothing close to hide that thumping.

"Nick," you rotate your upper half with your fingers locating the kit once again. The older man remains still in his seat, searching your face with his index drawing circles absentmindedly on your thigh. "Are you—"

You are interrupted by a rigid pressure soon emerging between your legs. Nick lets out a huff and he shifts, rolling his hips real slow into you. You force a swallow down your throat and fist the small vial of alcohol in your hand.

The original train of thought escapes you. And you try to avoid the several eyes of his men standing armed.

The cotton soaks in the clear liquid, "This will sting," you whisper, and your hand moves to dab over his brow. His jaw clenches in discomfort at the sensation, but he lets you clean his wound. Moments pass you both by while there is the faint murmuring between his beaten counterparts. The subject of their conversation is almost loud enough for you to hear, it fades in and out in shallow waves.

You think you’ve made out the details from the deal tonight until Nick’s gruff voice finds its way into your ears.

"What’d you do all night while I was occupied?"

Visions of those hours spent in your room flicker in your head, when your attention was glued to your T.V., your teeth chewing on your bottom lip. He taps your thigh in soft impatience. 

You're not sure what you could get away with saying, given the camera recording in the far corner of that room twenty-four hours a day. Every word is mulled over in your head while you continue to clean the cuts on his skin.

Truthfully, he wouldn't be happy with anything you said anyway.

"I was reading." You purse your lips and feign concentration. When you lean forward and gently tap your fingertips on his jaw to angle his head right. His facial hair was about a week old, the grey peppered hairs scratch against your velvety skin and—

He sucks on his teeth and meets your eyes for a fraction of a second. Just when you pull away from his intense stare, wiping away dirt and blood from his temple. His fingers encase your wrist and hold you still. A breath is caught in your lungs and you freeze entirely.

“Darling,” he chuckles, moving in to brush his nose against your ear and your cheek.

The callouses in his fingers drag down your lower back, the rough skin gripping the flesh of your behind lower down. The dark crimson bandages fall from your hands, into the space between the both of you as the man lays his dry lips on your skin.

“How about you help me get cleaned up in the bathroom?”

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[frostironfudge]

Run Little Bunny - Nick Fowler Smut

Summary: Nick loves the chase that leads him to you.

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Fem!Reader

Warnings: MINORS DNI 18+ Main Kink: Chase Kink, smut, p in v, thigh riding, nicknames - little one, bunny, implied oral, pwp, dirty talk, possessiveness, mild Dacryphilia, size kink, nick fowler is a warning

A.N: so my writer's block is getting unblocked slow and steady i thought i'd complete my kinktober prompts and make it Smutmas?

Word Count: 1.4k

Main Masterlist || AO3 || Kinktober/Smutmas Materlist

You hear his rapid footsteps behind you, crunching the leaves and twigs. Even though the forrest has its own sounds to shroud you in the darkness. 

The burn in your muscles isn’t an ache yet, you’ve been training for this, put your body through hours of training to run. From him, towards him. 

You cut through a clearing hiding behind a larger tree trunk. Covering your mouth and nose to reduce the sound of your panting. 

“I’m going to find you, Bunny.” Nick’s voice echoes, the deep timber rough between his own pants of air. 

You keep silent trying to figure out if you can dart behind the tree towards another clearing which would lead you out of the forest. 

“Come out, come out, wherever you are Bunny.” He chuckles darkly, sounding closer. 

“I can smell you, sweet, decadent, panting and pretty pussy aching for my cock.” He calls out. Your thighs clench. Fuck. 

Your feet dig into the mud, pushing away from the trunk.

You look behind, the moonlight glints off of his blue eyes full of lust and mirth at the chase you’re putting him through. 

“Run my sweet, Bunny.” He warns, you take off yet again, Nick gives you yet another head-start, the air thrums with your fear as well as need for him. 

He chuckles, eyes gleaming in the darkness. 

You look behind and he isn’t there standing in the clearing anymore, just as you give a sigh of relief you collide into him. 

Your hands move to his arms to steady yourself, the material of his suit jacket soft under your sweaty palms. He chuckles, then gives a deep inhale, a growl rumbles in his chest. 

“How are you going to escape now little one?” He challenges, your eyes move from his face, illuminated by the moon, the shadows bringing out his chiseled features, his scent — woodsy, hints of tobacco and vanilla surrounds you. 

His hands are by his sides and your skin aches to have them upon it, pulling you close, grabbing you not letting you escape his ministrations — fingers, mouth, tongue, cock. 

A low whine slips past your lips, you don’t want to run. It only adds to his mirth. 

“Is Bunny tired of running?” The moonlight accentuates his raised brow and bottom lip being bitten by his teeth, a bemused smirk gracing his inviting lips. 

You shake your head, shifting closer to him as the chilly air bellows around the two of you. 

Nick moves forward, his steps have you back track pushed against the tree trunk its rough edges digging into your back through the material of your well his shirt. 

Each step of his as dangerous as the prowl of a predator. He smirks, when your breath hitches. Dark azure eyes drink in the way your thighs clench. 

“Who is going to save you now little bunny?” His hand reaches for your jaw, tilting for you to get a better look. He tuts, “Hurt yourself baby.” His thumb swipes over the cut you hiss as it stings. 

The sound cut off when you feel his thigh press against your core. 

“She’s weeping for me,” He hums delighted, lips brush over yours as his thigh presses further against you, taut muscles press further drawing a whimper from you. 

“Nick,” you whisper against his lips, he takes your bottom lip between his own, biting down. You arch against him, hips moving on his thigh to relive the ache, as a spark of pleasure makes its way up your spine. 

He guides your hips over his thigh, loving the way the material sticks to his skin due to the mess you’re making. 

He makes sure to grind his thigh further and further against you, your eyes close, orgasm drawing close, he had edged you earlier before the chase. You craved release, you don’t even hear your pretty begging — please Nick, please, please, please—

“Go on bunny, soak my thigh.” He commands, you find yourself shatter, shuddering only adds to the stimulation upon your clit. 

Nick swallows your moans with a searing kiss. No longer his hands at your sides, both on your hips lifting you up, your limbs wrapped around him. The fabric of your panties tears then, shrouded by the sounds of your lips and teeth clashing together in a slopping kiss. 

Your hands move to his shoulders, hips moving against his pelvis the fabric of his pants soaking your arousal. 

Your needy whimpers melt against his tongue. 

He pulls away, thin rings of blue gleam watching you grind against him with parted lips. 

“So eager aren’t you bunny?” He comments, fingers tangling with your roots, tilting your head back, his lips latch onto your neck. 

“Are you that eager for your orgasm? You want me to fuck you right here? You want to claim my cock in the forest? Oh bunny, tell me.” He nips at the sweet-spots on your skin he knows and placed himself; drawing out moans and clouding your mind. 

All you can think about is his hard length, the way his tip pulses in your cunt or in your mouth. 

“Bunny use your words or are you already cock drunk?” He chuckles his short stubble, brushing over your sternum, you shiver. 

“Need you, Nick.” You acquiesce. 

Pushing you against the tree again, he shifts back, you aid the removal of his jacket and white shirt. 

The planes of his chest coming into view, scars scarcely littered over his torso. Your mouth waters as your palms move over his taut muscles, biceps flexing and veins in his forearm prominent. 

You undo the button of your borrowed shirt, Nick pushes it half off of your shoulders. 

He groans appreciatively at the sigh of your skin, his older marks still present. 

“Mine.” He growls, mouth latching onto your hardened nipple, you moan, he bites down on the nub. You cry out for him, only feeling your arousal grow. 

“Undo my belt.” He instructs, mouth moving to the other nipple, your mind melting you reach for the belt, the metal clinks as you undo it. 

Tugging at the stupid clasp of his pants, you huff frustrated. He only laughs, reaching and undoing it with one hand. Pelvis supporting your weight. 

Other hand leisurely playing with your nipple. He ruts against you, one fabric only between his thick cock and you. 

“Nick, fuck me please.” You cry when he bites down on your nipple again, you don’t realise when he got rid of the layer between you two but the edges of his cock rub over your puffy folds, gathering your arousal. 

Your head thrown back as he sinks into you inch by lovely inch the wet squelch resounds the air bellows around you both, amplifying the sound of your shared moans at the sensation. 

Nick watches as his cock sinks into you completely. Enamoured at how you take him so well each time. 

“Fuck, so fucking pretty, taking all of me.” He praises, grabbing your jaw and making you look at him, he watches your skin shimmer in the moonlight over the sweat and tears he caused. 

“Who is making you feel this way, bunny?” He questions, withdrawing himself. 

“You.” 

He slams into you. 

“Who has your cunt feeling so full?” 

“You”

Another thrust, deeper. 

“Who do you belong to, bunny?” He moans as your walls clamp down in answer. 

“Belong to you.” 

He speeds up his thrusts driving into you with moans and a bruising grip he only grins devilishly when you moan, arching and offering more of your skin to claim as his own. 

“That’s right—fuck—bunny, you’re mine—fuck, squeezing me so tight,” he groans feeling your walls spasm, on the precipice of another orgasm.  

Your tears only urge him on the pleasure simmering, gaining crescendo,  making it’s way to every nerve ending with each hard thrust. 

You cry out his name, Nick bites down on your neck, making you howl louder than the cold wind whipping around you. 

“Cum for me.” He roars, his own mouth parted in a moan of your name as your spasming walls trigger his own release spilling into you, his thrusts slow down, to a slow grind, aftershocks still make their way through you and your glazed eyes watch him. 

Nick smiles satiated, his lips brushing away the stray tears of your pleasure. Humming at the salty taste. 

“Want to run again, Bunny?” He teases, earning himself a weak smack on the chest prompting him to laugh. 

“Shut up, Fowler.” You warn, clenching around him and he groans at the sensitivity. Clearly the earlier hours spent buried inside you catching up to him too. 

“You know how to make me shut up, little bunny.” He raises a brow, you pull his face closer, another kiss that has him groaning against you. 

-x-

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[sunshinebuckybarnes]

Here we are besties, we made it through March! As always please check individual warnings for each fic. You are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog, and the majority tagged, are 18+ only and most of these fics contain adult themes.

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Alpha!Andy Barber x f!reader

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andy barber x reader

Curtis Everett ✨

*Out of darkness by @jtargaryen18

Curtis Everett x Reader

*Wilford's demands by @sweater-daddiesdumbdork

Curtis Everett x reader

Ransom Drysdale ✨

Slow by @labella420

Soft Ransom Drysdale x Fem Reader!

*Kisses by @holacia2

Ransom Drysdale x reader

Ari Levinson & destroyer!Chris ✨

Bait and switch by @sweeterthanthis

Mob!Ari Levinson x F!Reader x Bodyguard!Destroyer!Chris 

Sam Wilson & Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes ✨

Make you feel good by @musingsinmoonlight

Sam Wilson/Steve Rogers/Bucky Barnes x female reader

Behave by @late-to-the-party-81

Soft!dark! Steve, Bucky and Sam x Reader

Steve Rogers & Bucky Barnes ✨

Make it better by @dilemmaontwolegs

Steve Rogers x fem!reader x Bucky Barnes

*Time together by @tuiccim

Steve Rogers x Female Reader x Bucky Barnes

Nick Fowler ✨

Tied up in knits by @jobean12-blog

Nick Fowler x reader

Trust me by @navybrat817

Nick Fowler x female reader

Love is a bitch by @bemine-bucky

softdark!Nick Fowler x wife!reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

I never learned to read your mind by @bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky

Bucky Barnes x reader

*Appointments by @buckycuddlebuddy

tfatws!bucky barnes x reader

Vicious by @fluffyprettykitty

ex! bucky barnes x female reader

Never let me go... by @jamalflanagan

soft dark!Bucky x woc!reader

*Beefy biker Bucky by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Biker Bucky x reader

*As I sleep by @sgt-seabass

TWS/CW!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Accidently on purpose by @jobean12-blog

Bucky Barnes x reader

You must have been a boxer by @indyluckycharlie

Modern!Bucky x Reader

*Ronly friends by @metalbuckaroo

Roommate!Bucky x Camgirl!Reader

Make you mine by @bonky-n-steeb

alpha! bucky barnes x omega! reader (soulmate au)

The moments he knew by @thefallenbibliophilequote

Bucky x Reader

Moonlight by @musingsinmoonlight

Bucky Barnes x female reader

*Wrapped around me by @angrythingstarlight

Beefy Biker Bucky x Reader

Let the feeling come take you by @buckycuddlebuddy

rockstar!bucky barnes x reader

Coffee by @buckys-darling

Bucky Barnes x Reader

If you'll have me by @thefallenbibliophilequote

Bucky x insecure!reader

We don't have to take our clothes off, to have a good time by @ambrosiase

bucky barnes x plus size fem!reader

Thor ✨

Thunderbolt city by @musingsinmoonlight

Thor Odinson x GN!Reader

Reflection by @musingsinmoonlight

Thor Odinson x female reader

Sam Wilson ✨

Choices by @aynanasstuff

Sam Wilson x reader

Jake Jensen ✨

Say when by @littlelioncub43

Soft dark!Jake Jensen x female!Reader

Joaquin Torres ✨

Wanna be yours by @xbuchananbarnes

Joaquin Torres x reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Only you by @motioneverlasting

Lee Bodecker x Fem Sex Worker! Reader

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[frostironfudge]

Sebastian Stan Other Characters Masterlist

hello, I'm fudge and this is my Masterlist for other charcters of Sebastian Stan. please make sure to read all the warnings before reading each piece. your media consumption is your responsibility. please note minors dni with smut or dark themed content.

Main Masterlist // AO3 // Bucky Barnes Masterlist

** contains smut

dividers: @firefly-graphics

Nick Fowler:

Run Little Bunny **

Max Burnett:

Redemption **

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Ruin

Masterlist

Note: This is the 2nd part after "We hate you."

Summary: the aftermath of Nick's betrayal. Nick's pov.

Pairings: Nick Fowler x wife! Reader, Bucky Barnes x reader.

Warnings: Angst.

Sequel of "We Hate You"// ''We love you'' (alternate ending of Ruin)

Flashback

I felt pathetic at that time. Felt weak and hated myself that couldn't do anything. I hated that I wasn't a good mother and couldn't protect my unborn child. It didn't even take its first breath and I couldn't ever hear its voice calling me 'Mama'. I wanted to cry. But I couldn't let them enjoy the moment of seeing my pathetic state. I took a deep breath in and said what I wanted to say with all my strength left in me cause I knew Nick loved me and what will he feel when he will look into the gift I chose for him. I knew Nick very well or not. I don't know but still I had to say it. "You know don't ever be sorry. I trusted you. Gave my whole heart. My mistake, not yours" I said as he looked at me as if his whole world crumbled down but he was quick to cover it under his cold eyes . That's why I choked out with all my strength left in me "We hate you but still forgive you, after all, I loved you . Hope you love your gift I chose for you, Darling. " and then I let darkness engulf me thinking about the family we could have if this didn't happen as I felt the world disappear under my closing eyelids.

Present

Nick's pov

'We, WE! What does she mean by we? wait! Don't tell m...' My thoughts were interrupted by a huge bang on the door with some loud noise outside as if someone was shouting. I gulped down the lump forming in my throat as my breath got heavy.

"Nick we have to go. There's not much time. Our mission is finished. Let's go." Mace said as she was pacing around to clean up all the shreds of evidence that points out to us. Yeah, I should get out of here but for some reason, I couldn't stand. I was stuck in that place.

I looked at Y/n's body beside me. 'It was all an act. It was all an act. Yeah, act. But why the hell am I feeling guilty as if someone just stuck a knife into my chest! Why I was feeling devastated. Why I didn't wanna leave her. Didn't wanna leave her body. Just wanted to hold it tight and cry. Cry for my whole life begging for forgiveness. Why, why, why am I feeling like this? WHY?' I suddenly lost balance of my leg and fell on the floor.

Mace came up to me and asked "What happened ? What are you doing? They are here Nick. Get the fuck up. Com... " but I couldn't hear anything that she was saying. I felt as if I was drowning deep down in the water. Y/n was my life saver and my oxygen when she was alive. She was my only hope. But now when she was gone, I felt like I can't swim at all. I am drowning deep inside and then suddenly I felt a liquid flowing down my cheeks at that time Mace also stopped talking as if she was amazed by the scene she was seeing.

And the next words I heard from her also left me shocked "Wtf! Ar... Are u crying? Are u serious Nick? Why are you crying?"

'Yeah, why I am crying. I don't know. But I didn't wanna wipe those tears that are falling. I felt like I deserved it. I felt like a monster. Y/n she... a gift! Gift! Yeah, she mentioned a gift.' And as I thought I suddenly abruptly stood up and began searching for the gift she mentioned.

Unconsciously, I started murmuring the same word "Gift, Gift, Gift! Where is the gift!?". Without any care, I threw everything that came my way in the search. I felt like I had only one mission 'Find the gift' . I wanted to make sure of my intuition is right or not. I didn't know what I am gonna do if I find out but still I couldn't stop myself as if my body was not my own anymore they were on a spell or something... My brain was telling me to find it but deep down in my heart I felt like I knew what was in that. Still, I felt like I didn't want it to be true. I prayed to whoever was there, not to let my intuition be true.

Suddenly, I was interrupted by someone grabbing my hand as if to stop me. I heard them calling my name telling me to stop and go. I suddenly got irritated and pushed them off my way. I saw Mace falling to the floor. "Are you insane Nick? Wtf! U r doing!? The fucking guy outside will be in here in any second Nick." And as soon as she said the door burst open revealing him.

The guy who had, no, still has a crush on Y/n. Not crush but love her too dearly that he let go of her hand so that she could be happy with me. James Buchanan Barnes. Why is he here? How did he know? I was shocked to see him that I couldn't defend myself when he suddenly punched me. "WHY? I ASKED WHY YOU MOTHERFUCKING ASSHOLE?" He asked as he punched me hard continuously. I was breathing heavily as I felt my blood trickle out of my mouth nose and everywhere. I saw his face change into a horrified one when he saw Y/n's body, after opening the door, laying down lifeless.

Natasha! Y/n's best friend stopped Bucky by grabbing his hand to beat me anymore "STOP IT JAMES! LET'S TAKE Y/N TO BRUCE. HE MIGHT DO SOMETHING. SHE HAS LIGHT PULSE JAMES. I CAN FEEL IT".

James hurriedly got off my body and carried y/n's body outside with him in his arms. I felt a pang of guilt and jealousy seeing him touching what's mine. My wife she was but I don't think she ever will be anymore. I looked at the ceiling as I breathed heavily and smiled thinking all the sins I did ever in my life must have been paid for now by taking one of the most precious things in my life. Y/n.

Suddenly I felt something thrown on my body. I looked up to see Natasha standing in front of me. "Hope what you did after seeing this, doesn't make you regret it anymore." She said and then went to join James.

I looked at the gift thrown beside me. I gulped down the lump forming in my throat. I didn't wanna look into the gift. I felt tears running down my cheeks as I lay down on the floor guessing what might be there in it. 'Please God. For the first time, I am praying don't let it be what I am thinking. Please' I mentally prayed.

After wiping the tears from my face I got up in a sitting position. I stared at the wrapped gift which was laying there. It looked like a nightmare to me. I looked at Mace who was sitting in front of me devastated. After all, she was her best friend. She had the same horrifying expression as me and then she looked at me and said in a whisper "Everything had ended, Nick. Open the gift. Let's just face the sins we have done Nick. It's no use"

I gulped nervously as I unwrapped the gift with my shaking hand slowly. I couldn't, I didn't want to. I felt as if I can't stop the tears from falling from my eyes. I felt as if I was having an anxiety attack. I took a deep breath and released it and opened the lid slowly.

My eyes widened at the scene. I picked up the letter saying

'HI DADDY! I can't wait to meet you'

with small hand and foot print.

I started to cry loudly. 'God! What I have done. No! Please. I wanted to die. This was the worst sin I have done... ' I choked out between cries "H.. How can a father kill his child? How! " I couldn't handle this pain. This was the worst I have ever felt. My child! The one whom I always dreamt of with Y/n. Beautiful family living in a small house with a beautiful garden around and swings as I fixed up the house on my own as Y/n with her pregnant bump plays with our child awaiting for our next child arrival into the world. This was the family and scene I dreamt of. Now, it's all shattered. Everything I dreamt of, every scene I thought.

I didn't notice Mace coming near the gift until she said the one word which made me more feel empty "Twins. Y/n was going to have twins" She said as she looked at the sonogram. I hurriedly snatched the sonogram from her hand and looked at it.

I looked at the sonogram as if I couldn't believe it. I... I was going to have Twins. My eyes widened and I grit my teeth. I didn't notice that I was breaking everything and throwing here and there until I felt Mace wrapping me in her hands to stop me from destroying it. "STOP IT. STOP IT OKAY! YOU ARE HURTING YOURSELF. Y/N NEVER WANTED TO HURT YOURSELF" she screamed as she sobbed.

After hearing Y/n's name I screamed "OH YEAH! SHE DIDN'T WHEN SHE LOVED ME. SHE NOW DOES. SHE WANTS TO SEE ME BEG FOR FORGIVENESS. SHE WANTS ME TO FEEL THE MUCH WORSE PAIN SHE HAD FELT. SHE DOESN'T LOVE ME ANYMORE. Sh...She doesn't love me anymore." I choked out the last sentence as a whisper as I cried. I couldn't handle this pain. Because of me. Just because of me I feel this. Just because I was weak. Just because I was such a pathetic human. I fell to my knees as I hugged the sonogram and cried remembering the moment I should have stood up for her but instead I had to listen to what they told me to do even though I didn't want to.

-"Hello, Nick! Please come and sit" Agent Derek said as soon as I entered the office frowning.

-"Any important mission that you suddenly asked my presence today Me. Derek? I think I had taken a leave today. " I questioned clenching my jaw. Today was my and Y/n's anniversary and by no means I wanna be late. I wanna surprise her today.

-"Well, I hope you know the 'Operation Vittles' is the important mission for ours and Y/n is the main lead as she contains much important information and according to our informer Miss Y/n is being a stepping stone on this of our mission Mr Nick," Derek said.

-I furrowed my eyebrows. I felt as if I knew where this was going. I clenched my jaw and asked, "So, what are you implying Mr Derek?"

-"Well I am saying that if Y/n is ever kidnapped then our operation can be in great danger." Derek said and added "That's why I thought it will be good if you remove her permanently Mr Nick. We don't want any casualties in this mission"

-When he said those words I felt like my whole world came crashing down, "WHAT!" I got up from the chair abruptly and hold his collar and screamed "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU SAYING! ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR GODDAMN MIND! THE WOMAN YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT IS NEITHER SOME KIND OF MISSION NOR AN OBJECT. SHE IS MY WIFE YOU ARE TALKING ABOUT YOU MOTHERFUCKER. SO, I BETTER WARN YOU THINK THOUSAND TIMES BEFORE YOU SPEAK." I huffed angrily in front of his face letting his collar go.

-"Mr Nick! I warned you before assigning you to be the bodyguard of Y/n that don't fall in love with her. It's your mistake that you did and about thinking, I think you should think thousand times before you get into action. I am your senior. You better listen to my orders or I have many better ways to make you understand into the thick brain of yours." Agent Derek sternly said fixing his collar. "If you don't, then I have many men in this department who are better than you in permanently removing an obstacle"

-"Why kill? You can assign more men for her to protect her" I gulped nervously and angrily. I didn't know what to do. When he said that my hand itched to remove the safety from the gun and put a bullet in his head. How dare he call my wife an obstacle. She is much more than that.

-"We can't waste any men's time on useless things. Our men have many important things to do and cover-up and if you don't wanna do it, I can assign another guy for this" Derek said standing up and fixing his cufflinks.

My world visibly broke down in front of me. No, I can't let Y/n die and by other men's hands. No way! I can't. She is mine. But...

-"Tick-tock! Mr Nick! Your time is running out. Make a decision quickly" He said interrupting my thoughts.

-"I ... I will do it." I said looking at the floor trying to not cry. I bit my lower lips so hard that I could taste my blood. I wanted to punch this man.

-"Good decision Mr Nick. But I don't trust alone that's why I assigned this mission to Mace too. I hope you do your mission perfectly and don't let me down" Mr Derek shook my hands and went out.

Then after knowing Mace is my assigned partner, I came up with this plan with her. That I will poison her today but I will put a little antidote into it, so, it takes time to speed through her body and the as I know whenever something will happen to her body like any life-threatening harm, her friends are gonna be notified and also make her believe at her last moments that I hate her so that she detests me. But... But about the baby, I didn't know at all. It was never in my plan. I cried more hard thinking about the moments I spent with her. The moment I fell in love with her was when she captured my mind, my heart everything. The moment when I was writing and practising my proposal speech. The moment when we shared our first wedding kiss as husband and wife. I cried and was earning forgiveness from our unborn twins. All of this was my fault. If only I tried harder. If only, I listened to them and didn't fall in love. If only I let her go so that she could be with James. If only I wasn't selfish... She would have been safe then, she would have never felt the pain of losing her children. I cried and cried until I went unconscious blaming myself.

7 years later

Ding dong

I heard the doorbell when I was going to have another bottle of vodka. I sighed and got up from the floor to find that the pizza boy has kept the pizza on the floor. I picked it up and kept it on the table in front of the sofa. I sat down on the floor leaning on the sofa.

It has been 7 years 8 months and 4 days since the incident. Today is our anniversary day. The day which should have been my lucky day became my worst nightmare throughout these years. After the CIA came to know about the little stunt we have done and the incomplete mission, they have been searching for us. Me and Mace. Since then we have both been on run. Yes, incomplete mission! After James took Y/n, Bruce saved her. I sighed in relief at the thought. At least, she is safe with them.

Suddenly I heard the phone pinged with a message. I looked at the notification from Mace:

Family dinner at 8 PM. U should come.

I scoffed at the message. Oh yes, while we were on run, Mace found a perfect guy to settle with and have a family. I sighed at the thought that someone at least is having her dream life.

After closing the application suddenly I found the photo on the home screen of Y/n in her wedding dress with me standing beside her laughing. I caress her face in the picture. 'What an angel! Her smile is soo beautiful. Makes me wonder how she got captured in my messy life.' I smiled at the photo. I kept the phone on the table and took a sip of vodka again playing our wedding night video again.

-"Ok! So, is it working!? Yeah! I think soo, hmmm... Damn! Wow! No shit Nick, your choice is soo good. The camera's resolution is sooo good hubby!" Y/n exclaimed in excitement and I was laying on the bed.

-"Come on Y/n! Come here to your lovely hubby now." I said looking at her while she was rummaging through all the features on the camera.

-"Yeah yeah! Of course." She crawled on the bed and laid on me.

-"So, tell me, Mr Nick Fowler. Do you love Y/n's angry behaviour?" She asked

-"I do" I said feeling sleepy.

-"What about Y/n's old age look?"

-"I do"

-"What about Y/n's brattiness?"

-"I do"

-"What about Y/n's childishness? "

-"I do"

-"Ok! So what about... Mmmmmmm...hm?" Her thinking was interrupted by my light snores indicating I was already asleep.

-She sighed and said looking at the camera "Well fellows! I think the video is going to end here. Your agent Nick who is known to never fail in any mission failed before this 'Wedding night' mission started! Tch" She said slapping her forehead lightly and smiling "Who sleeps on their wedding night!?".she said laying her head on my chest and closing her eyes recording her beautiful angelic sleeping face.

While I was watching suddenly I felt my eyes going blurry. I miss her. I don't even know how is she? What she is doing? Are James and Y/n now dating? I don't know anything about her anymore. I think it's better as it is. At least she will not be in danger. As I was thinking I fell asleep thinking about Y/n laying beside me while the video was still going on. Hoping only one thing:

We will see

Each other

Again.

If not in this

Life, then,

In another.

A/n (Author's note): Ending if you are gonna forgive him or not or you are gonna end up with Bucky or not is up to you guys! But I really wanna know your view with whom you guys wanna end with though! I am scared though if u guys are gonna like it or not.

Note: Hey guys! Hope u like it. English is my second language so if there's any mistake u can inform me by messaging me privately. And PLEASE REBLOG and DON'T STEAL MY WORK. Please like and comment too so, that I can know ur guy's views. Thank u for reading guys! Have a nice day and please comment if u wanna be tagged in.

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[eclecticpatrolroadlawyer]

We Love You (Alternate ending)

Masterlist

Note: This is the 3rd part of the story.

Request: I have an idea for the third part! The kid runs up to Y/N one day, crying because his/her classmates made fun of him/her for not having a present father. Y/N talks about it to Bucky (idk if they're dating or not up to you) but he's strict on Nick not deserving to be in that kid's life. One night, Y/N takes her kid and knocks on Nick's door. He's shocked and all, they talk, the usual betrayal routine yk yk. And then he remembers...there should be two of them fuckers

Summary: what if y/n knows the truth? Will she forgive Nick?

Pairings: Chubby!Nick Fowler x reader, Bucky x reader.

Warning: angst, child's emotion, death, fluff.

We Hate you // Ruin

Flashback

Nick's pov

While I was watching suddenly I felt my eyes going blurry. I miss her. I don't even know how is she? What she is doing? Are James and Y/n now dating? I don't know anything about her anymore. I think it's better as it is. At least she will not be in danger. As I was thinking I fell asleep thinking about Y/n laying beside me while the video was still going on.

Present

Y/n's pov

I checked my watch again and noticed that it was time to pick Lisa up from school. I got out of the car and leaned at the car's side waiting for Lisa.

I thought I would have died but Bucky saved me. Lisa is my beautiful daughter who fortunately survived that incident. But the other twin died, Doctors informed me that her brother was a warrior who protected his sister taking in all the poison. I was devastated at the news but I couldn't show it at that time. I had to be strong for Lisa at that time. From then on, I promised myself to make Lisa strong and protect her. I was kept at Avengers Tower my whole pregnancy and yeah, they pampered me and my child with all the things they could, especially Tony who is like my father figure. After she was 3 years old, I and Nat started training her. From childhood, I trained Lisa with her anger issues and after all, she is my daughter and I also don't trust myself when I am angry. I chuckled at the thought that even though she is the full copy of her father but she still gets my bad habits, not bad, worst I will say. Sometimes I feel like I am raising my angry version of myself. Steve and Nat have become her godfather and godmother and Bucky, he is more like a father figure to her. Bucky treats her as his child. I still remember the day when Bucky asked me out but I have to turn him down cause I was still not over Nick, as if deep inside I knew something was wrong but I didn't dare to meet Nick all these years thinking what if he moved on with her? Or what if this was his plan? I don't know what to think.

My thoughts were interrupted by the bell ringing indicating that the school time is finally over and then I saw my 7-year-old daughter, brown eyes with Nick's copied features made her look beautiful, walking towards me with a grumpy look on her face and her fists clenching as if her little volcanic mind is soon gonna burst. I sighed thinking this was gonna be a long rough day.

I kneeled onto her eye level and booped her nose when she was near me and asked "Why's my little fighter looking like she is gonna need a punching bag to relieve her anger? Huh! "

And suddenly she swatted my hand grumbling "Nothing" with her little voice and I knew better that it was a serious matter. I felt like I know what happened but I didn't wanna force and jump to a conclusion right now. That's why I made her sit in the car and made my way to the driving seat.

I started the car and after a while, I suddenly hear a sniffle which made me look up at the rear view mirror. Gosh... I saw her holding back her tears and emotions which made me feel a horrible, looking at my daughter's miserable state holding back her emotions. I hated that at this age, she is trying to hide her emotions. It feels worse for a grown-up adult and seeing her little state facing that now made me wanna cry.

I stopped the car and turned my head over my shoulder to look at her. She looked up to see what happened and met with my concerning face.

I asked wiping the tears off her little chubby cheeks "What happened Lisa? You are not usually like this. Tell Momma, what happened. It makes me feel really bad to see you cry and hold your emotions. Let it out darling and tell me. I am here with you, baby. I promise Mommy will not be angry, darling."

"M-Mom... Why I don't have a dad? I know uncle Bucky is not my father, mom. W-who is my dad? E-Everyone has dad a-and t-today..." She suddenly burst into tears and cried loudly continuing "T-today when the teacher asked us to w-write about our father. I-I seriously didn't know what to do. Everyone was looking at me suddenly and ma-making me feel suffocating. Mom! I don't know. I know you don't like to talk about dad b-but I can't help it. I miss him even though I don't know w-who he is" She cried and cried. I didn't know for how long but what she told hell I didn't care about anything or anyone of my surroundings. 'Gosh... I am such a horrible mother. I didn't notice that long ago that she is hurting. Gosh, I am such disappointment.' I thought as I looked at her feeling my tears streaming down my cheeks.

I shushed her and then wiped her tears "shhh... Shhh, baby shh... It's okay. Let it out. Shh... It's okay. You should have told Mama you know. Tell mama whenever you feel like it. Gosh... I didn't know that you were thinking soo much in your little head. Gosh... I am sorry baby. I made you feel suffocated. I thought you were happy. Can you forgive mama for being bad and negligible darling? Mama is sorry." I asked her.

"No mama it's not your fault. I was scared of hurting you and didn't tell you. I am sorry. You are the best mom. I am sorry. It's okay if you don't wanna tell me about papa. I will never ask you." She said after she calmed looking down at her feet.

I sighed and smiled a little reassuring her "it's okay darling. Everything's fine. Your happiness is my happiness. Your sadness is my sadness. Baby. Don't ever keep anything from me. And about your father, I will tell you. Don't worry." I said and continued to distract her from the topic asking "Why don't we go to KFC to eat your favourite chicken burger with chocolate ice cream?"I smiled and turned to start the car as she nodded without missing a second after hearing the offer.

After my little day out with Lisa, I was very tired. I left Lisa with her godmother Nat so that I could have my little thinking time all to myself. After throwing my car keys on the table, I slumped down on the chair on the balcony as I took in the view in front of me.

The beautiful clear night sky with the stars made me feel relaxed. I always wanted a house with a beautiful view of nature and all, it made my worries all go away.

I sighed at the thought and started thinking about Lisa's words. The way she cried out her feelings made me realize she has been suffering for a long.. 'Jeez, what a mother I was who didn't even notice my daughter's sufferings' I winced slightly at the thought.

I didn't know what to do. I was mentally fighting with myself if to meet Nick or not and fuck... What about others who helped me pull through all these shits and especially how do I explain to Buck...

I was so deep into the thought that I didn't notice someone was behind me until I felt a hand on my shoulder. I was startled and was gonna defend myself when I suddenly smelled a familiar relaxing scent... Bucky... I sighed smiling and relaxing a little after Bucky started massaging my shoulders as if he felt my body being tense.

"Something bothering you doll, cause you didn't bring princess back home which only happens when you need some thinking time alone." He said massaging my shoulders. Jesus! He knew me soo well and was soo good at reading me. I wanted to take some rest but I had to tell Bucky about today's incident. The later the worse the matter will be.

I sighed gathering the courage and explaining the conversation that happened between me and Lisa and all the outbursts of emotions. After explaining, I silently looked down and said "I... I don't know Buck, what to do. Like Nick betrayed me and all but something is telling me that it's not all and hell there's something that Nick is trying to hide. I know I shouldn't feel like this but like I feel like I deserve some explanation, Buck! and Nick also...I don't know... He and Lisa need to know about each other and the truth. I don't want Lisa to know the truth now cause she is still small and this amount of things, I don't think she can handle it but at least, I think she has the right to know about her father though. Don't you think so? " I looked at Bucky with nervous eyes to find any sign of any emotions but he was too deep in thought. And as for Bucky's decision, I kinda knew that whatever it is, even though Lisa was not his own but she still has him wrapped around her fingers and for Lisa, Buck can't deny and can do anything for her...

Bucky looked up and said "What do you want me to say Y/n? You want me to say my true feelings that no, I don't want you to meet that fucking asshole of human. That he doesn't deserve to know shit and the things happened. Then, I will be called a selfish guy, y/n. I will be selfish to you and Lisa just for satisfying my own needs. It's your life y/n, I am just a guy who supports you to walk but you are the one who made yourself strong to walk and regain your true self. You are the true hero of your life, doll. I seriously don't think I have any right to say in your matters like this. It's all up to you and Lisa...But remember whatever you choose and do, no one will be angry and disappointed in you and everyone is gonna support you as like before and like before I will still be there to support you taking every step of your life."

I teared up at the speech and the emotions he expressed. I didn't know what to say, I felt like I didn't deserve anyone and especially a guy like him. Just because he loved me he let me go just for my happiness. Jesus, I can't even imagine myself without him. I nodded and smiled at him as some tears escaped my eyes rolling down my cheeks to my lips. It was my future and my life. Now I need to decide...

Nick's pov

Fuck. Each day I wake up feels like hell. Every day I find myself near the table surrounded by bottles and today was no exception.

With a headache, I stoop up to start my useless day. I sighed looking down at my surroundings. Jesus Christ! I fucking smell too and wondered last time I showered.

Suddenly I saw myself in the mirror present near the table. 'The hell! Is this me!? ' I asked myself looking at the mirror as of I have seen a ghost. Fuck! I now had a little belly bulged out huh... Who tf will believe I was once a most successful agent making all the ladies weak on their knees. I sighed at the thought slightly wincing and accepting the bitter truth and a fact looking at me through the mirror as if mocking me.

Suddenly all my thoughts were interrupted by a sudden knock at my door. I didn't respond thinking they will be soon gone. But it kept knocking and pounding on the door which made my headache more insufferable. 'Fuck it' I thought and swung open the door but closed my mouth at the sight I behold in front of me... 'Y/n...'

Y/n's pov

As I parked my car in the parking lot near Nick's hideout, I was thinking of how to start the conversation with him explaining how I found out about his hideout and why I am there. 'Jesus Christ!' I sigh in frustration.

As soon as I was in front of Nick's door, I was getting nervous. I didn't know what to do at all. A part of me wants to kill him but another part wants to love him, hug him and kiss him all over his face. I took a deep breath as I gathered the courage to knock on his door. After a few knocks still there was no answer. 'What the hell!? I don't think I am at the wrong address' I knocked again loudly to make my presence known to him.

After a few more minutes, I gave up thinking he was not home. As soon as I was turning around to make my way back, the door swung open revealing Nick's frustrated face which widened in shock and horror as soon as he saw me.

"Y/n," He asked as if he just nearly escaped his death.

"Nick," I said as I took in his appearance looking him up and down noticing his grown beard but a little bit and also his shaggy clothes with his belly out a little. I noticed he had gained weight after all these years and he was not the same Nick anymore. But for some reason, I felt as if this current appearance of his made weaker on my knees. Jesus! What's happening to me.

I gulped and coughed a little to shake away my thoughts. "Can I come in?" I asked with my same neutral face.

"Yeah, Yeah of course come in" He nervously hurried me inside the apartment and as soon as the door clicked shut, he started bombarding me with all his questions "What the fuck y/n! Are you okay? What are you doing here and how the hell did you find me! Jesus Christ! Do you even know if you are being followed or not..."

"Hey! Hey shh shh" I shushed him as soon as I saw his panicked state going close to him. "It's okay! I am here alone. No one followed me and as for your address, you know, Buck and Nat helped me. Just calm down ok!" I said as I caressed his soft cheeks covered with beard. I missed the feeling of his warm skin under mine. It felt soo good.

I looked into his eyes "Nick. I know everything." As soon as I said I felt his body tense under my touch which made him take a step back.

"What do you want me to say, Y/n? Cause I..I don't know what to say. Hell! I didn't know that you were pregnant. I know I should have defended you and tried more but... I am sorry Y/n. I know what I did, I could never be forgiven, after all, which father tries to kill their child. I know I failed to be a good husband and father but... I am sorry Y/n. I don't think any of the words I say, will be enough to make you forgive me. I am sorry." He fell onto his knees in front of me crying with all his heart out.

As I took in his shaking form, I didn't notice that I was also crying until I felt warm salty water on my lips. I closed my eyes to not think about the horrifying day anymore. It was also a nightmare for me. The day I lost everything, a home, a lover, a soulmate and especially my child.

I knelt and grasp his chin between my finger making him look into my eyes. "It's okay you know... I-I know that I also don't know mean I don't think I can ever forgive you for that b-but I don't know what to do Nick... Whether you deserve forgiveness or not, I don't know. I am also fighting with myself whether to love you or not but Nick, I love you... I vowed in front of God to love u till the day we are parted by death. I love you soo much that even though if I wanna hate you for my child's death makes me feel like... Tch... God! Even though I know it was also hard for you, I don't know if you deserve forgiveness cause I don't think that's my decision. The decision's up to our children, Nick. You could have told me you know, we could-"

"And what! Y/n! Hell even though I have told you, you also couldn't do anything. You don't know them Y/n. They can do anything and I ,hell, never wanna imagine that I failed to protect you, I never wanna see you die. They threatened me to kill you and if I couldn't do it they would have assigned this task to someone else. I don't wanna lose you, Y/n. You are everything to me. You are the oxygen of my life, a hope that made me walk into the light from the darkness. I loved you, hell I love you I will say and I am always gonna. I love you so much that I don't even imagine a life without you not by my side for a second. This separation is making my whole life hell and you think! You think that I-I am gonna make myself lose you completely! I am sorry I didn't know about our children. I am sorry for everything I have done. I am sorry...That's why I thought if I took the situation, then there might be a chance to save you and thought that as you are not safe near me, I thought of the whole plan to make it look like I betrayed you. I made the whole plan with Mace. But...when I came to know about our children, trust me...I regretted every moment, every second of my life..." He cried as he laid down his head on my lap.

I took a deep breath and caressed his now shaved hair. I love him too... I also can't live without him. I don't know what to do. But I gotta make the decision. I know there will be consequences of the decision in future but I have to... For Lisa at least.

"After I was admitted to hospital, I thought I was a failure as a mother that i couldn't save my children. I was devastated at the thought of losing both of them. Then, I was suddenly informed that one of the twins died protecting the other by taking in all the poison. I didn't know what to feel at that time. Should I be happy because one was safe or should I be crying because another died saving her...! I didn't know... But when my child was born, I knew I can't lose hope here. After all, I am a mother. The twin sacrificed his life just to make sure the other one could live the life as both of them. That's why I... I don't think it's my decision to forgive you or not. I only came here after Lisa wanted to know and meet her father. Her dad which she always looked up to. I don't know Nick what will be her decision after she knows the truth but...As for now I can surely tell you that she loves you...We love you " I said as I casted my eyes down from ceiling to notice the beautiful blue eyes staring up at me into my soul asking me as if all the things I said was true or not. I nodded then and at that I felt arms around my waist hugging me tightly. I caressed his head and kissed the top of it as he nuzzlee into my neck. I looked outside through the window hoping that from now on everything's gonna be fine. Everything will be okay. I hugged him back taking in his natural scent hopping I didn't have to regret my decision in future.

all she's ever wanted

was for him to look into her in the eyes and say

'everything will be alright'

and to believe them

and all he's ever wanted

was to look back

and see in her eyes

that it was true.

A/n (Author's note): Ok! So I left it like this. If you guys wanna know or read the fluff like their family time. Send me an ask. Hope you guys like it! And also I am going to write a angsty college Bucky one shot. So let me know if u wanna be tagged in.

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

Nick would be very yummy ❤️

The New Partner || Nick Fowler

Summary: Your employer teams you up with Nick but he doesn’t like your smart ass commentary. Warnings: 18+ only, nsfw, unprotected sex, pullout method, squirting, spanking, choking WC: 1566

You watched from across the Parisian cafe as your target waited for their buyer to arrive. Whispers of a device that could control any digital piece of technology had the criminal underworld in a tizz, everyone wanting a chance to have the world in their hands. You were no different, only you had a secret benefactor who was ready to pay top dollar for it and funded your trip to France. 

You had started to think no one was going to show until a couple strolled down the footpath, too perfect and pretty they just had to be CIA. Placing your almost empty cafe latte down, you started to make your way past them, your shoulder brushing the hand man’s jacket as you passed but his eyes were glued to his partner and he didn’t notice you at all. 

Taking a new seat at a bistro across the road, you opened the leather wallet and flicked through the cards, drivers licence and too many loyalty cards to keep track of. Nicholas. You looked across the street to see him and you tilted your head as you watched him laugh with his perfect white teeth on show, he probably went by Nick. It was then you decided he suited Nicholas much better.

Suddenly a scuffle broke out and you watched a new party enter the interaction, taking the backpack you assumed held the cash for the buy while your mark was shaken and bolted. You rose as he did, crossing back over with a group of pedestrians and thought better than to try and join the chase, instead you waited for Nicholas to brush you aside - slipping the wallet back in his jacket as he passed. 

The blip on your phone moved quickly through the busy streets as you sat back down at your original table to finish your croissant and coffee. Finally he came to a stop and you assumed he had caught the man so you wiped your lips off the pastry flakes with a napkin and placed a note on the table courtesy of Nicholas Fowler. Climbing onto the Vespa you had hired, you followed the tracker you had left in the wallet to find an unexpected situation unfolding.

“Mr Clarke, I didn’t realise you were in town.” You said as you found Nicholas held at gunpoint.

“And I thought with two of you working this drive, one of you would at least be successful.”

“Wait, he works for you?” You gawked as you looked at the CIA agent.

“Don’t sound too shocked, sweetcheeks.” He smirked, the sweet and kind features of his ruse completely erased by arrogance.

“Great to see you two getting along, ‘cause guess what? You’re partners now. Fail again and you’re both dead.” Mr Clarke warned before walking back to his sleek sedan, the tinted windows blocking him from sight as his driver reversed out of the alley.

“So where do we start first?” You asked as you leant against your scooter.

“We?” He laughed. “Me, and don’t get in my way.”

“You didn’t notice when I did it before, Nicholas Fowler.” You smirked as his eyebrows furrowed together. “Sorry, did we not do introductions already? I’m y/n, others would call me a master thief but it’s just a little patronising, at least call me mistress.”

Recognition filtered through his features as he recalled hearing stories about you, mostly because you were wanted by the CIA for many, many thefts they had linked to you. 

“You’re not what I expected.” He finally said after running his bright blue eyes slowly down the length of your body and back up again, charm replacing his arrogance. “It’s a pleasure."

“I hope so.” You flirted back. “I’m guessing you’ve burnt your hotel room. I have a safehouse not far away.”

He drew his bottom lip between his teeth and you could already imagine how he would mark your skin with them, a shiver of anticipation rolling down your spine. “I’m driving.”

You shuffled back on the leather seat knowing nothing good would come of starting an argument, and you were quite happy to wrap your arms around his waist as he settled between your legs.

“Who was the girl you were with?” You asked in his ear as you rested your cheek on his shoulder and watched the shops pass by in a blur. 

“No one.” He stated cooly which made you think it was quite the opposite. 

“Wow you suck at lying, especially for an agent.” You chuckled. “I thought they trained you better than that.”

“I can incapacitate you without wasting a breath, stop talking while you can.” He growled as he followed the gps on your screen to the safehouse. 

“Sounds like a challenge, baby boy.” You purred. “I love a challenge.”

Your bodies crashed through the door, your keys going flying to the coffee table as his jacket went over the futon. The rest of your clothes soon followed as you made your way through the apartment to your bedroom at the back, the air of arrogance putting him in charge every step of the way. The back of your knees hit the bed and he pushed you back so you fell onto the duvet, his knees already nudging your wider before he stepped into the space. 

“You’re gonna regret that attitude of yours.” He warned with a dark smile, his hand stroking his hard cock as he pressed the head to your entrance. “You won’t be able to get a single smart comment out of those pretty lips when I’m through with you.”

He shoved roughly inside you, your cunt straining to accept the thickness he speared you with before he eased himself out again. “Oh, fuck, is that all you’ve got?” 

His hand darted out, gripping your throat as he cut off any further taunts from you and you drew in what little air you could as his control left your walls fluttering. “This turns you on, huh, baby girl? You like it rough?”

You nodded against his hand, your own hands running over your body, cupping your breasts with one and teasing your clit with the other.

“Fuck.” He moaned at the sight, almost coming undone before he had even started having fun. “Go on, make yourself cum all over this dick.”

Your back arched as you rocked against him, wrapping your legs behind his ass as you pulled him deeper inside you and moaned at the added contact. Reached up you pressed your fingers to his full lips and sighed when he sucked them into his mouth, tasting you as he slicked the digits up. Satisfied they were wet enough, you pulled them out and mewled as they glided over your sensitive nub and brought you closer to release.

“Jesus, you’re so fucking tight.” Nick shuddered as your core clenched around him and he dropped his hold on your throat to roll a peaked nipple between his fingers. His hands moved to grip your hips and the headboard slammed against the wall as he pulled you against him with every thrust. You were in ecstasy as he fucked you with long hard strokes and then his palm came down on the flesh of your ass.

“Fuuuck.” You cried out as the skin began to burn and the heat spread across your entire body, as your orgasm was ignited.

His palm came down again even harder and white flames flickered across your vision as your legs trembled and your clit pulsed beneath your touch. “On your knees, now.”

You did as you were told, with the help of his hands when your legs refused to obey your brain. There was no time to recover before his cock rammed back inside you and his fingers dug into your skin as he rode you with a fury.

Your head was spinning as your high never ended, his cock stimulating your g-spot with the new angle and his hand leaving its hot touch across both of your asscheeks. Burying your face in the duvet you screamed as your climax peaked maximum pressure, the proof of it in sporadic squirts that ran down your thighs.

“That is so fucking sexy.” Nick growled as he felt the hot liquid lubricating his shaft with every thrust until he couldn’t hold back anymore. He pulled out, letting the flood of your cum run free from your abused hold and pumped his fist along his glistening cock. The hot spurts of his release splattered across your lower back and you felt incredibly empty without your cunt stretched around him. Collapsing without a care, you sagged to the mattress to regain your breath, your limbs twitching with aftershocks as Nick climbed off the bed.

“Bathroom?” He asked as he pointed to a closed door off your room.

You nodded dumbly as you felt disconnected from your body, like he had unplugged a crucial wire that connected your brain to your mouth. Instead you looked like a guppy as you opened your mouth only to close it with a confused frown.

“Fucked the attitude out of you, didn’t I?” He smirked as he returned, the water running in your bathroom. “Maybe this partnership won’t be too bad after all.”

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[eclecticpatrolroadlawyer]

Ok! I am starting to write down the sequel of 'We hate you'. Soon it will be posted. Guys! And there might be a plot twist

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