An Uncharted Island

‘An uncharted Island…’

If I were Mace, I would have gone off into the sunset with Nick. She should be punished. 😂

I would have done the same, nonnie! How about this with Nick? We'll call this version of Nick and the reader Ace and Tigress.

Hell Hath No Fury

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Female Reader Summary: You show Mace that Nick belongs to you. Word Count: Over 1.8k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), forced voyeurism (do not read if this upsets you), possessive behavior, jealousy, mean behavior, light choking and slapping, mentions of sleeping with other people (not cheating), swearing, drugging, slight D/S behavior, porn with some feels (it’s me), Nick Fowler (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: More Nick Fowler bullshit. Are you lovelies sick of this by now? Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by @its-just-may. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

“Sweetheart, come here. I haven’t felt you wrapped around me in days," Nick said as he stroked himself, licking his lips as you sauntered over to the bed. Both of you lost your clothes in a frenzy minutes ago, your pussy aching to be stretched by his cock. It always seemed to happen that way when you were apart for too long. His recent mission took longer than expected, but you decided to draw things out a bit simply because you could. “You’re being cruel tonight.”

So what if I am? “Thought you liked that naughty side of me, Ace,” you countered as you climbed on the bed. You lightly pushed him back against the pillows before you straddled him, gripping his chin to pull him in for a harsh kiss. It was rougher than usual, battling him for dominance as he tried to take over. But you had a point to prove. And he was right. You were being cruel. Sinking your teeth into his bottom lip, you relished in the hiss he let out. “Oops.”

“Really are my Tigress,” he whispered, licking the blood away before you had a chance to do so yourself. Most would get a bullet in their skull if they pulled a stunt like that, but you were different. Special. You felt his cock twitch against wet lips as you rocked your hips, his fingers tightening on them in a bruising grip as you hovered. At this point, you were beyond teasing him.

“Yours,” you said lovingly before you heard the muffled cry feet away. Sighing, you swung your head toward the tied up figure in the chair. Winking at the redhead, you saw the fury in her eyes as she struggled to get free. The drugs would knock her out soon enough. You also made the knots a little tighter than you should have. You wanted it to hurt.

Kind of like when Nick ties me down.

While the two of you weren’t official, you thought it was agreed upon that you wouldn’t see other people. He didn’t let you take undercover missions with other men since the two of you started sleeping together. So you were surprised when he accepted one with his old partner, Mace. Ace and Mace. Fucking adorable.

“She’s a threat. And a means to an end. Nothing more.”

That’s what he told you. Even when he admitted during the assignment that he slept with her. He said he couldn't lie to you. You appreciated that.

Doesn’t mean I have to like it.

“You're really going to make her watch," Nick scoffed when you nodded, his hand finding your chin and turning your head back toward you. "Bad girl. Get on my cock. Now.”

You hummed as you registered the command, lining up your twitching hole with the head of his cock. Hissing as you sank down, he smirked as you took him in. Though your walls were soaked with arousal, it still took a moment to adjust, even as he impatiently thrust up. You’re getting off on this, too, but you are not in control here. Placing your hands on the headboard, you gave him a smirk of your own as you lifted your hips. “Keep your eyes open if you can, Mace. You might learn something.”

“Fuck,” Nick groaned as you slammed back down. "Missed you, sweetheart. Missed your sweet cunt,”

“Missed you, too,” you mewled, taking his hand and guiding it to your neck. “Squeeze it the way I’m squeezing your cock.”

“Might kill you with the way you’re pussy keeps squeezing me. Like it doesn't want to let me go," he said with the right amount of cockiness as his fingers gripped your throat. Your skin felt warm under his touch, your heart pounding as you narrowed your eyes. As much as you loved him, and the way he felt inside you, part of you was still pissed.

Wait, love? Fuck.

“Not if I kill you first, Nick.”

Hurt slipped through your anger before you could stop it. Fuck you for making me jealous. “I did what I had to do,” he said through his teeth, his thumb brushing your fluttering pulse like an apology. His eyes filled with regret, too, as he kept his gaze on you. “Won’t do it again.”

No, you fucking won't.

“He never finished inside you, did he?” you asked to rid yourself of the temporary pain, your words directed at Mace as you rocked your hips faster. The sounds you and Nick made almost drowned out her smothered words. Woman to woman, you felt a pinch of guilt. But Nick wasn’t hers and you were staking your claim. “He always finishes inside me. Whatever hole he can stick it in, he fills it.”

“Because I own you,” he groaned, trying to take back the upper hand.

Not yet, Ace.

"Oh, please," you purred as you rolled your body, tingling with the need for release. It really had been too long. "Sit there all you want and say you own me and my pussy when you know I own you and your cock. Don’t deny it. That’s why you, fuck, can’t resist taking me every chance you get."

"Because no one else can fuck you like I can. Greedy holes can't get enough."

Your breath caught in your throat, simply enjoying the slide of him moving in and out of you. "And all I have to do is breathe and you're hard. A dog with a bone. Such a good boy, aren't you?"

You smiled when he let go of your throat and brought it back to your hip, flipping your bodies so you were on your back. Gets him every time. His hips began to snap at a brutal pace, making you cry out as the wet sounds of your bodies slapping together filled the room. “You’re gonna come on my cock,” he snarled.

“Yes, sir,” you managed to say, reaching between your bodies to rub your clit.

He snarled again as he smacked your hand away, the sting making you clench tighter around him. “Don’t you fucking touch yourself. I’m getting you off.”

“Then do it,” you groaned, lifting your hips to meet his. Since he wouldn't let you touch yourself, you settled for grabbing his short hair and pulling. He really did like a bit of pain. “Before I find someone else to get the job done.”

His hand flew to your neck again, the blue of his eyes blazing with determination as he drove into you. He fucked you like he had something to prove, hitting that sweet spot inside you. Pleasure pooled in your abdomen as he drove even deeper into you. “The fuck you will.”

Doesn’t feel good to think of me with someone else, does it?

“After tonight, you’re mine. You hear me?” he asked, growling and slapping one of your breasts when you didn’t immediately agree. “Answer me.”

“After tonight, I’m yours. Only if you’re mine.”

“I’m fucking yours, sweetheart.”

Good boy.

"You hear that, Mace? He's mine," you simpered. The knowledge was more than enough to tip you over the edge, coming all over Nick's cock the way he wanted you to. Your walls pulsed as you gushed around him, your head falling back. The pleasure he wrung out of you never ceased to amaze you.

"That's it, sweetheart. Give it to me," he groaned as he released your throat, spreading your legs wider and fucking you faster to chase his end.

"Feels good when you ruin me, doesn't it? Wrecking my pretty pussy like a work of art. Do it," you encouraged through your haze. "Paint my insides. Make my walls drip with you."

"Fuck. Fuck. Gonna come," he moaned, his hips crashing into your once more as he spilled inside you. It always felt so hot.

You smiled up at him as you caught your breath, softly kissing him as he collapsed on top of you. You basked in the afterglow before you turned your head. "See something you like?" you asked when you finally spared Mace a glance. There were no tears in her eyes as she struggled to keep them open, but her chest heaved and you knew she hated you both in that moment.

"So cruel," Nick whispered against your neck.

“Sometimes,” you exhaled, briefly closing your eyes as his lips trailed along your skin. A wicked grin crossed your face as you opened them. "Shoot her and put her out of her misery.”

Mace weakly struggled when Nick stopped his kisses and slowly pulled out of you. He reached for the gun under the pillow beside you, no hesitation as he sat up and took aim. He’d kill for me. In that moment, you loved him. Still, you gently grabbed his wrist to stop him. "Thought you wanted me to shoot her."

"Changed my mind. I don’t want blood on the walls," you said. You knew if you asked him to, he wouldn't think twice about ending her life. It was more than enough for now to prove he was yours. “She’s going to sleep anyway.”

You could hear that Mace was trying to reason with Nick behind the gag before her eyes shut, her head dropping. The betrayal had to cut deep. She'll just have to get over it. “You know those drugs won’t kill her, right?” he reminded you.

“I know, but we’ll be long gone before she wakes up. Tell me you at least got the drive."

"Of course, I did," he smiled as he set the gun on the nightstand, leaning down to kiss your forehead. You missed those kisses. "Only reason I took that job."

"You still fucked her," you said above a whisper. I thought I meant more than that.

He leaned down again, this time bringing his mouth to your ear. "And I hate myself for it. I'm sorry."

I believe you.

"Make me come again and I'll forgive you."

He chuckled before the doorbell rang. “Who the hell is that?”

Oh. Oh, shit.

“I forgot about that,” you smiled sheepishly as you arched your back and stretched. “I may have invited one of my old partners over."

"What? Why?" Nick asked, all warmth gone from his eyes.

"Well. Since you fucked Mace, job or not, I was upset. I didn’t want to be alone tonight."

Nick’s nostrils flared as he stared down at you. Fuck, he’s sexy when he’s pissed. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

You didn't flinch or shrink back. "You weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow. And I never said I was going to fuck him."

But hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, right?

“You’re not fucking anyone else, but me.”

“But you said I was yours AFTER tonight, right?” you smiled when the doorbell rang again. “So either get rid of him and show me I’m really yours or take a seat and watch me have some fun."

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I would love pizza with Roommate!Bucky! To me, would celebrate my first week of backing to college after almost a year without going. My life was a mess and backing is a amazing feeling 😍 - 🍕

I'm glad it's such a good feeling, nonnie! That makes me so happy.

And pizza with roommate!Bucky would be such a treat. What about after the two of you have already started dating?

Pizza and a Movie

Pairing: Roommate!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader Summary: You never make it through a movie with Bucky. Word Count: Over 720 Warnings: Brief sexual content, cockwarming, established relationship, teasing, mechanic roommate!Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: We've discussed them a bit on my blog, so let's have some frun with our mechaninc roommie and you, AKA Stud and Smartie. Not beta read and written on my own, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by @its-just-may. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

“Open up, Smartie. Need to make sure you’re well fed,” Bucky smirked as you tried not to squirm in his lap.

You whined, but obediently opened your mouth as he fed you a bite of the warm pizza. I’d rather be choking on your cock, but I’ll settle for this. Homemade, as always, for your movie nights and they were always delicious. And your favorite because that’s the kind of person you had the luck of living with and falling for. “There, Stud,” you said once you swallowed. “Now can you please-”

“Nope. You’re not done. Eat the whole slice. We’re missing the movie because of you,” he said, his blue eyes sparkling with affection.

You made a sound of frustration as you ate some more. Stretched out on his long, thick cock, you fought the urge to toss the slice across the room and ride him until his eyes rolled back. But you knew he’d ruin you before the night was through, so could you really complain? Yes, I can. I can't just sit on his cock and not do something about it.

“If you wanted to watch the movie, why did you get rid of my clothes?” you questioned. He didn’t make it through the opening credits before reaching into your panties. At least he licked his fingers clean before he started feeding me.

“Why did you bother putting any on?” he replied, raising an eyebrow.

You did squirm this time, the movement making him bite his lip. “Because you love taking them off. Or ripping them. And… WHY am I defending myself? I can’t even see the movie!”

“I said you could face the tv, but you refused,” he pointed out, jerking his hips up just enough to draw a moan out of you. “And you know you shouldn’t talk with your mouth full, but if you’d rather warm me up with that hole instead, I’m happy to fill it.”

If any other guy said that, you’d smack him. Bucky was the exception because he was a good man. It was nice to be with someone you could actually talk to and connect with. Not to mention, he was determined to completely wreck your pussy every chance he had.

It’s a good problem to have.

“You never watch the movie anyway,” you argued, whimpering when he brought his lips to your neck. To be fair, since the two of you started sleeping together, you didn’t watch them either. How does he find that spot every single time? Just like his cock inside me, hitting me right where-

“You’re much more entertaining,” he whispered, lightly biting over your racing, before he leaned back. He still had the damn pizza in his hand. “So, if you think about it, it’s your fault I never get through the films.”

“My fault? How is it my fault?” you asked, his metal teasing your breasts as he fed you yet another bite. Your nipples were hard just being close to him, but the extra touch made your pussy tighten in an iron grip. I’m never going to be able to look at pizza again without getting wet. What the fuck am I supposed to do?

“Your fault,” he smiled as he leaned his head back, his brown hair surrounding him like an angel. No, he’s a fucking devil. “Prancing around with your gorgeous body. Teasing me.” You sputtered, concern flashing in his eyes when it took you a moment to finish the bite. “I’m fine,” you assured him. And that was one of the many things you adored about him. He would never do anything to hurt you. “Back to the teasing thing. Mister ‘I don’t wear a shirt 99% of the time’ is accusing ME of prancing around?”

“You wore my shirt today. So, yeah… you teased me," he said, pressing his lips to yours before you could protest. It ended far too soon, a triumphant look crossing his handsome face as you tried to kiss him again. "And that’s why I’m not fucking you until after we finish this pizza.”

“...The WHOLE pizza?” you asked slowly.

Is he fucking kidding?

“Yep. The WHOLE pizza,” he declared, winking as he reached for another piece. “Now, sit still. We’re going to make a mess all over this could later and we don’t need pizza sauce stains on top of that.”

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If I were Mace, I would have gone off into the sunset with Nick. She should be punished. 😂

I would have done the same, nonnie! How about this with Nick? We'll call this version of Nick and the reader Ace and Tigress.

Hell Hath No Fury

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Female Reader Summary: You show Mace that Nick belongs to you. Word Count: Over 1.8k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), forced voyeurism (do not read if this upsets you), possessive behavior, jealousy, mean behavior, light choking and slapping, mentions of sleeping with other people (not cheating), swearing, drugging, slight D/S behavior, porn with some feels (it’s me), Nick Fowler (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: More Nick Fowler bullshit. Are you lovelies sick of this by now? Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Banners by @its-just-may. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Please reblog or comment as it means the world!

“Sweetheart, come here. I haven’t felt you wrapped around me in days," Nick said as he stroked himself, licking his lips as you sauntered over to the bed. Both of you lost your clothes in a frenzy minutes ago, your pussy aching to be stretched by his cock. It always seemed to happen that way when you were apart for too long. His recent mission took longer than expected, but you decided to draw things out a bit simply because you could. “You’re being cruel tonight.”

So what if I am? “Thought you liked that naughty side of me, Ace,” you countered as you climbed on the bed. You lightly pushed him back against the pillows before you straddled him, gripping his chin to pull him in for a harsh kiss. It was rougher than usual, battling him for dominance as he tried to take over. But you had a point to prove. And he was right. You were being cruel. Sinking your teeth into his bottom lip, you relished in the hiss he let out. “Oops.”

“Really are my Tigress,” he whispered, licking the blood away before you had a chance to do so yourself. Most would get a bullet in their skull if they pulled a stunt like that, but you were different. Special. You felt his cock twitch against wet lips as you rocked your hips, his fingers tightening on them in a bruising grip as you hovered. At this point, you were beyond teasing him.

“Yours,” you said lovingly before you heard the muffled cry feet away. Sighing, you swung your head toward the tied up figure in the chair. Winking at the redhead, you saw the fury in her eyes as she struggled to get free. The drugs would knock her out soon enough. You also made the knots a little tighter than you should have. You wanted it to hurt.

Kind of like when Nick ties me down.

While the two of you weren’t official, you thought it was agreed upon that you wouldn’t see other people. He didn’t let you take undercover missions with other men since the two of you started sleeping together. So you were surprised when he accepted one with his old partner, Mace. Ace and Mace. Fucking adorable.

“She’s a threat. And a means to an end. Nothing more.”

That’s what he told you. Even when he admitted during the assignment that he slept with her. He said he couldn't lie to you. You appreciated that.

Doesn’t mean I have to like it.

“You're really going to make her watch," Nick scoffed when you nodded, his hand finding your chin and turning your head back toward you. "Bad girl. Get on my cock. Now.”

You hummed as you registered the command, lining up your twitching hole with the head of his cock. Hissing as you sank down, he smirked as you took him in. Though your walls were soaked with arousal, it still took a moment to adjust, even as he impatiently thrust up. You’re getting off on this, too, but you are not in control here. Placing your hands on the headboard, you gave him a smirk of your own as you lifted your hips. “Keep your eyes open if you can, Mace. You might learn something.”

“Fuck,” Nick groaned as you slammed back down. "Missed you, sweetheart. Missed your sweet cunt,”

“Missed you, too,” you mewled, taking his hand and guiding it to your neck. “Squeeze it the way I’m squeezing your cock.”

“Might kill you with the way you’re pussy keeps squeezing me. Like it doesn't want to let me go," he said with the right amount of cockiness as his fingers gripped your throat. Your skin felt warm under his touch, your heart pounding as you narrowed your eyes. As much as you loved him, and the way he felt inside you, part of you was still pissed.

Wait, love? Fuck.

“Not if I kill you first, Nick.”

Hurt slipped through your anger before you could stop it. Fuck you for making me jealous. “I did what I had to do,” he said through his teeth, his thumb brushing your fluttering pulse like an apology. His eyes filled with regret, too, as he kept his gaze on you. “Won’t do it again.”

No, you fucking won't.

“He never finished inside you, did he?” you asked to rid yourself of the temporary pain, your words directed at Mace as you rocked your hips faster. The sounds you and Nick made almost drowned out her smothered words. Woman to woman, you felt a pinch of guilt. But Nick wasn’t hers and you were staking your claim. “He always finishes inside me. Whatever hole he can stick it in, he fills it.”

“Because I own you,” he groaned, trying to take back the upper hand.

Not yet, Ace.

"Oh, please," you purred as you rolled your body, tingling with the need for release. It really had been too long. "Sit there all you want and say you own me and my pussy when you know I own you and your cock. Don’t deny it. That’s why you, fuck, can’t resist taking me every chance you get."

"Because no one else can fuck you like I can. Greedy holes can't get enough."

Your breath caught in your throat, simply enjoying the slide of him moving in and out of you. "And all I have to do is breathe and you're hard. A dog with a bone. Such a good boy, aren't you?"

You smiled when he let go of your throat and brought it back to your hip, flipping your bodies so you were on your back. Gets him every time. His hips began to snap at a brutal pace, making you cry out as the wet sounds of your bodies slapping together filled the room. “You’re gonna come on my cock,” he snarled.

“Yes, sir,” you managed to say, reaching between your bodies to rub your clit.

He snarled again as he smacked your hand away, the sting making you clench tighter around him. “Don’t you fucking touch yourself. I’m getting you off.”

“Then do it,” you groaned, lifting your hips to meet his. Since he wouldn't let you touch yourself, you settled for grabbing his short hair and pulling. He really did like a bit of pain. “Before I find someone else to get the job done.”

His hand flew to your neck again, the blue of his eyes blazing with determination as he drove into you. He fucked you like he had something to prove, hitting that sweet spot inside you. Pleasure pooled in your abdomen as he drove even deeper into you. “The fuck you will.”

Doesn’t feel good to think of me with someone else, does it?

“After tonight, you’re mine. You hear me?” he asked, growling and slapping one of your breasts when you didn’t immediately agree. “Answer me.”

“After tonight, I’m yours. Only if you’re mine.”

“I’m fucking yours, sweetheart.”

Good boy.

"You hear that, Mace? He's mine," you simpered. The knowledge was more than enough to tip you over the edge, coming all over Nick's cock the way he wanted you to. Your walls pulsed as you gushed around him, your head falling back. The pleasure he wrung out of you never ceased to amaze you.

"That's it, sweetheart. Give it to me," he groaned as he released your throat, spreading your legs wider and fucking you faster to chase his end.

"Feels good when you ruin me, doesn't it? Wrecking my pretty pussy like a work of art. Do it," you encouraged through your haze. "Paint my insides. Make my walls drip with you."

"Fuck. Fuck. Gonna come," he moaned, his hips crashing into your once more as he spilled inside you. It always felt so hot.

You smiled up at him as you caught your breath, softly kissing him as he collapsed on top of you. You basked in the afterglow before you turned your head. "See something you like?" you asked when you finally spared Mace a glance. There were no tears in her eyes as she struggled to keep them open, but her chest heaved and you knew she hated you both in that moment.

"So cruel," Nick whispered against your neck.

“Sometimes,” you exhaled, briefly closing your eyes as his lips trailed along your skin. A wicked grin crossed your face as you opened them. "Shoot her and put her out of her misery.”

Mace weakly struggled when Nick stopped his kisses and slowly pulled out of you. He reached for the gun under the pillow beside you, no hesitation as he sat up and took aim. He’d kill for me. In that moment, you loved him. Still, you gently grabbed his wrist to stop him. "Thought you wanted me to shoot her."

"Changed my mind. I don’t want blood on the walls," you said. You knew if you asked him to, he wouldn't think twice about ending her life. It was more than enough for now to prove he was yours. “She’s going to sleep anyway.”

You could hear that Mace was trying to reason with Nick behind the gag before her eyes shut, her head dropping. The betrayal had to cut deep. She'll just have to get over it. “You know those drugs won’t kill her, right?” he reminded you.

“I know, but we’ll be long gone before she wakes up. Tell me you at least got the drive."

"Of course, I did," he smiled as he set the gun on the nightstand, leaning down to kiss your forehead. You missed those kisses. "Only reason I took that job."

"You still fucked her," you said above a whisper. I thought I meant more than that.

He leaned down again, this time bringing his mouth to your ear. "And I hate myself for it. I'm sorry."

I believe you.

"Make me come again and I'll forgive you."

He chuckled before the doorbell rang. “Who the hell is that?”

Oh. Oh, shit.

“I forgot about that,” you smiled sheepishly as you arched your back and stretched. “I may have invited one of my old partners over."

"What? Why?" Nick asked, all warmth gone from his eyes.

"Well. Since you fucked Mace, job or not, I was upset. I didn’t want to be alone tonight."

Nick’s nostrils flared as he stared down at you. Fuck, he’s sexy when he’s pissed. "Are you fucking kidding me?"

You didn't flinch or shrink back. "You weren’t supposed to be back until tomorrow. And I never said I was going to fuck him."

But hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, right?

“You’re not fucking anyone else, but me.”

“But you said I was yours AFTER tonight, right?” you smiled when the doorbell rang again. “So either get rid of him and show me I’m really yours or take a seat and watch me have some fun."

*****

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