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SEBASTIAN STAN THE 355 (2022)

Sebastian Stan as Nick Fowler in The 355 (2022)

Nick Fowler | One Shot | Hidden Hunger

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Agent!Reader

Plot: You try to hide something from Nick and hide Nick from the world, all at the same time.

Warnings: 18+. Smut and mentions of violence (mild '355' spoilers!).

Words: 4,1OO

A/N: Dedicated to @buckysboobs.

“Alright. It’s done.” You murmur quietly into the comms as you walk out of the restrooms as nonchalantly as possible, your shoulders sinking with a deep sigh. You can only imagine the women listening in stifling their smiles. “And can I just confirm that we will never speak of this again?”

You hear three curt agreements and frown lightly when you wait for the fourth. You need these women to confirm that they will never ever let it slip that you inserted a lethal weapon in the shape of a surprisingly large USB stick into yourself to make sure it would never get into the wrong hands. Your country should be grateful for the lengths you are willing to go.

Although, it is a little exhilarating to have a powerful and deadly weapon in such a pleasurable place. It’s like poetry.

“How’d you manage to get it in?” Graciela, the fourth, asks quietly and you grit your teeth at the balls of this woman “I mean… It’s not exactly the size of a tampon, is it?”

You almost gawk at the audacity of her question, not to mention the position you are all currently in, and flinch slightly when she suddenly joins your side, bumping your shoulder with hers gently.

You roll your eyes at her curious gaze and glare down at her, only to notice yourself faltering at her pure intentions. She does always mean well. Giving in and simultaneously feeling disappointment towards yourself wash over you, another sigh leaves your lips.

“Well…” You start, never letting your focus dissolve from your surroundings, the dreaded words pushed carefully through gritted teeth “The man might be a fucking menace, but he does things to me.”

The shock on Graciela’s face after your admission makes you scowl and you split away from her to divert yourself back to the assignment and sulk in shame at yourself. Why is it always the aggressive men that get you all tingly and …lubricated?

“If I catch you fucking Nick Fowler, I will personally put a bullet through your head.” Marie spits through the comms and you nod faintly at the sound of her voice, your eyes narrowing on some suspicious movement at the end of the hallway you are positioned at.

“Don’t worry. If he won’t – I will.” You agree regrettably, your voice admittedly shameful.

“Girls.” Khadija speaks up and your ears perk up “Any suspicious activity?”

“Southern entrance at the end of the second floor hallway. I’m on it.” You inform and walk over in long strides, brushing your fingers over your thigh to make sure your weapon is still where you strapped it. A habit of the job.

Eyes narrowed in on your targets, you make your way over quickly, the fabric of your black dress gliding over your legs with every step. The room below is browsing and you can peer down onto the main event from the upper balcony, the hallways lining the sides of the room as tastefully decorated balustrades keep you from easily tumbling off and down into the crowd where your colleagues are roaming around.

Air gets whisked from your chest in a gasp that’s blocked by a firm hand covering your mouth. You stumble over your feet as you get dragged into a small, dark room and pressed up against a wall. You faintly hear the door close and a lock fall closed as you try to make out what kind of room it is. Eyes widening when the faint light illuminates Nick’s face, he immediately ushers you to keep quiet by putting his forefinger against your lips gently.

His other hand reaches up to your ear, takes the earpiece out and casually drops it to the floor, his foot crushing the tiny piece of intelligent tech before you can protest. Rolling your eyes to appear unbothered, the hammering of your heart in your ribcage is revealing quite the opposite. You should have known he’d be here.

“They always send you after me.” He drawls lowly with a voice smooth like Whiskey, his eyes searching your face as amusement shimmers in his blue irises “Surely they should know better by now.”

“And why’s that?” You ask stoically, fighting to keep your voice steady as your fingers brush over your thigh again slyly to check for your personal defence.

“Oh, that’s right...” He feigns the epiphany “They have no idea I end up between your legs every time.”

“In your dreams, Fowler.” You spit, your deadly glare colliding with his betraying, innocent eyes.

“No, in yours, sweetheart.” He grins, taking a tiny step forward and crushing you between the wall and his chest. The way he approaches you, like it’s self-evident that this is your relationship. Like he can do it over and over again whilst simultaneously pretending it never happened.

“Let me go, or I won’t let you get away this time.” You threaten, no idea if your voice comes off as convincing. But if Nick’s satisfied smirk tells you anything, you would say that it didn’t.

You hate yourself for it, it makes you a terrible person – it makes you the worst agent, but you let him slip every goddamn time. Somehow he is always the objective of your assignments, always sticking his perfectly angular nose where it doesn’t belong, always getting into trouble. And you can’t help but let him slither into your thoughts, heart and between your legs, because he fulfils each and every fantasy.

And you know, besides the whole treason thing, is isn’t complicated with him. At least, that’s what you will have yourself believe. Because the way your heart is currently pounding and your skin is flushed with heat, you will eventually have to admit that you have let your shenanigans with Nick Fowler get way too far.

“Hmm…” He hums, dipping down and nudging his nose against your jaw, making your tilt your chin upward “Now why would I want to get away?”

Breathing is becoming more difficult and you can only imagine your eyes glazing over as his lips barely brush over your sensitive skin and his wide hands slide to your waist, fingers digging into your flesh lightly through the fabric of your dress.

“Nick, you have to stop.” You whisper and close your eyes as you drop your head back against the wall.

His left hand slips into the slit of your dress, up your thigh and wraps around the gun strapped to it. Within two seconds, he has stepped back and you are staring straight into the barrel of your own gun. His eyelids have lowered as he looks at you with a bored expression in his face, all the humour from before having drained from his features entirely.

“Yeah?” He cocks his head, his finger wrapping around the trigger “You want me to end this?”

Conjuring all your skills and training, you drop your emotions and scowl back at him. It isn’t unusual for either of you to flip the switch and instantly turn icy. Only to return to flirting and teasing minutes later. Which is why you aren’t phased. Not too phased anyway. After all, knowing him and knowing yourself, there is always a chance that he isn’t bluffing. He would be much better off with you dead, after all.

But you’re calling his bluff and narrow your eyes at him suspiciously, the tension in the room thick as both of you keep the other on their toes. And how do you know where the line is if you don’t cross it every once in a while? Parting your lips and opening your mouth, you step forward, wrap your lips around the end of the gun and quirk a brow at him challengingly.

“Jesus Christ.” He growls, his eyes darkening at the sight.

He is here to take you out, or distract you if he feels like having your challenging ass around for a little longer. But he overestimates himself every damn time he hijacks one of your missions. Because the second he encounters you, he realises there is not a woman on Earth that compares to you. Not a woman that can take him, that isn’t scared of him when he gets like this, that knows exactly how he works.

Not a woman as good of a match for him as you.

As quick as you are used to from him, he pulls the safety up and flings the gun to the side, diving forward and dragging your lips up to his. Sucking in a gasp at his sudden movement, his tongue delves into your mouth and you moan against him, your fingers grasping the lapels of his suit.

It’s possessive, the hold he has on your face as he kisses you fervently and aggressively, slamming you back against the wall as he wedges himself up against you perfectly. Thigh pressed up against your throbbing core and body blocked by his muscular frame, you feel yourself getting lightheaded.

No man ever kisses the way Nick does, as if it is the last thing he does. It triggers a neediness and desperation inside of you that has your body light on fire and your eyes roll back. If you didn’t know any better, you would think he kisses you like he’s stealing your soul away to substitute his own. Like he’d sacrifice you in a second to save his own ass.

Which is the case, you keep reminding yourself. He would never go out of his way to save you. Or let you live a day in peace without him ruining your every plan. Sometimes you wonder what else the man does, since sabotaging you seems to be his one and only goal in life. But the second his thigh rubs up against you, your clit rolling against the toned muscle of his thigh, the thought fleets your brain.

It’s too good, the way he wants you, how he makes you submit and strips the control away from you with just a simple kiss. How all of a sudden the two of you, the most aggressive people with the shortest fuse, get to take out your excess energy on each other. Ravish and ruin the other like you’re about to end their lives.

But then you remember the shameful thing you did and you can’t push Nick off of you faster.

Looking at you with bruised lips and a mixture of anger and confusion in his eyes, he cocks his head at you again, instantly making you shudder and your stomach drop. You will not be able to explain yourself.

“What the fuck has gotten into you?” He spits and you clench your jaw, desperately trying to think of a reason as to why the hell you got so nervous all of a sudden.

But you barely get to explain yourself, because you know that look on his face. Suspicion.He is onto you and you can almost hear your insides weep from the chance of mind-blowing sex flying out the window.

“Nick.” You start, holding your hands up defensively as he slowly treads over to you “I need to ask you for a favour. It’s important.”

“What is it.” He almost growls, his infamous temper making its appearance and you are sure this is the day Nick Fowler will put a bullet through your head. Safe to say you wish it had been Marie.

“A truce.” You breathe out, almost defeated as you realise the absolute stretch of your request.

“What did you do?”

“Nothing.”

“I’m not asking again.”

You let out a groan and back away from him, the two of you circling each other and figuring out who’s predator and who’s prey. Eyes wide as they try to take in every unexpected movement coming from the man opposite to you, you remain quiet, doing the one thing Nick hates. Ignoring him. Especially when it’s you.

“Let me rephrase my question.” His voice is a low rumble and it’s intimidating to say the least “Where is the fucking USB drive?”

Your eyes widen even more and a light smirk tugs at the end of Nick’s mouth at the sight of you feeling caught. But that is when anger takes over and your façade drops completely, your eyes piercing as they lock in on him.

“You son of a bitch.” You seethe and this time the full smirk comes out to play on his face, making you want to slap it off… or sit on it.

“You really think I’m only here to sabotage you?” He quips and you feel your heart drop at the realisation that Nick, like you should have expected, has his own agenda.

“Why do you think I’m here, Nick?” You bluff, knowing even an ego as big as his can be dented “You really think I have the drive when I know for a fact you’re always lurking around every corner I turn?”

A scoff leaves Nick’s perfectly shaped lips and he rolls his eyes away from you before shaking his head with a smile that doesn’t quite reach his eyes. You have him. He doesn’t know you’re bluffing.

“You’re my decoy?” He asks as his face turns back to yours and he is back to his approach at you “You overestimate your self-control, sweetheart.”

Ignoring the dig that may or may not hit a little too close to home, you cross your arms over your chest.

“Oh come on now, Nick. Don’t lash out after I reject you.” You sneer and his jaw ticks with annoyance. Like you predicted: dented ego.

“You’re a manipulative bitch.” He spits back and you can’t help but smile at his display of emotion. Giving him a mocking pout, it’s your turn to slowly step over to him and increase your proximity.

“You’re giving me too much credit.” Your tone is sweet like honey “You’re just not that bright.”

That does it, the vein in his temple thudding as his blood comes to a boiling point. You always did know how to rile the man up.

But then again, you have the tendency to underestimate him as well and there’s nothing you can do to prepare you for the way he decides to respond to this. His hand grasps your throat like it wouldn’t snap in his hold, he slams you back into the wall so hard you let out a grunt at the impact, your vision blurring after the smack to your head.

“You think you’re so sly…” He almost whispers, his breath fanning over your face as you try to keep your face impassive, despite the numbing grasp he has on your throat.

Seeing the look in his eyes creates fire inside of you. You’re furious and offended and dare you say …hurt. The way he plays with you and uses you for nothing but a distraction, it makes your self worth scream in agony. So without another moment of thought, you fly your knee up to his thigh and push him off you.

Diving down, you slide your leg over the floor, hooking your foot behind his ankle and tackling him to the floor. But instead of falling backwards, Nick dives forward and grabs your legs, pulling you down over his lap. Your hands instantly wrap around his throat, thumbs digging into his windpipe as your try to crush it.

Gasping for air, his hands wrap around your wrists and you pull them apart. Stupid move, for he leaves his head unattended and you swing your own backwards before colliding it with his forehead. The groan that rumbles from his chest, followed by the deathly glare he shoots your way, shows you that he is no longer going easy on you.

Manhandling you with ease, he has both of you standing up, your back attached to his chest as his arm is curled around your neck in a chokehold, your hands wrapped around his lower arm. Trying to focus as your mind goes hazy from the grip he has on you, you briefly manage to loosen his hold before bending over forward, throwing him over your back and slamming him to the floor.

Scrambling to the door as your vision spins, something catches onto your ankle and you crash forward, your head slamming against the door handle and cutting your eyebrow. Kicking at his hands as he tries to pull you in by your legs, you curse loudly at his relentlessness.

But he’s stronger than you and pulls you towards him once he finally gets a proper hold of you. Knowing you don’t have the power to fight him off, you use your wits and grasp onto the gun he threw to the floor earlier, not having enough time to unlock the safety, but just enough time to swing the grip at his face and cutting open his cheekbone.

Roughly slapping the gun from your hands to the other side of the room, he’s over you quickly, pinning your wrists next to your head and pinning your legs between his thighs.

Both panting harshly as you come down from the fight, you are nearly relieved at the release of tension. Eyes narrowing onto his, he stares down at you in disappointment.

“Better?” He breathes and you scowl at him in disgust, dropping your head to the side to avoid looking at him any longer, this position not doing you any favours.

But then you feel the softness of his lips against your ear and the heat he radiates, making goosebumps rise over your skin.

“So wound up every time you see me.” He mutters, his tone condescending “Always so goddamn tense.”

Your heart starts pounding again and you struggle in his hold. Rolling your head back up to him to make him stop the sensual whispering in your ear, you instantly regret it as your belly flutters at the sight of him. He looks rough, probably reflecting your own state right about now, but it has always suited him so well.

“Nick…” You whisper, not sure what it is you want to tell him.

“Just shut up.” He growls and crashes his lips down onto yours, both of you completely ignoring the pulsing pains of your injuries and completely diving into one another.

Instantly, you let out a raw moan against his lips and he wedges himself between your legs and grinds down to stretch another sound from you. His hands are all over you, his sweaty palms dragging over the black, smooth fabric as your hands bury themselves into his short hair.

Wrapping your legs around him, you pull him down into you, making him spit a curse against your lips as he circles his growing bulge against your core. Every thoughts fleets your brain as his touches and the movement of his mouth on yours make you feel beyond dizzy.

…

The moan you let out is completely obscene “Fuck, I will die for treason…”

You cry out and cover your mouth with your trembling fingers as Nick hums against you. You’re sure you can feel him smile into you, that thought alone sending you to drip down his chin.

His tongue glides through your folds and circles up to your clit where he puckers down and sucks the little bud into his mouth fervently, twirling the coil in your abdomen tightly. Fingers digging in your thighs and mouth engulfing your warmth entirely as he ravishes the meal before him, you can’t help but arch your back at his perfect movements. He knows your body a little too well.

“Nick!” You cry out and clamp your hand over your mouth tightly, making him reach up and grab your wrists to pin them next to your hips. The moans that roll off your lips, you have no way of stopping them, the way Nick is bringing you to the edge over and over without letting you come, making wires spring loose in your head.

“No cheating. Just calm down baby.” He mocks you before licking his flattened tongue through your folds again and making you shudder “No need to draw more attention to yourself. You do that plenty looking the way that you do.”

You gasp and pant for air, his words scrambled in your brain as you try to not confuse his insults with his compliments. But it’s too much, your limbs are trembling and your throat is sore. He’s been between your legs for God knows how long and you’re not sure how much longer you can take it.

Utterly lost in thought, your senses escape you completely when one of his long fingers glides into you and curls up, making you throw your head back and arch your back at the sensation.

But he freezes. And you don’t know why he freezes. You need him to make you come. You have never needed anything more in your life. As you feel your orgasm eb away, you raise your head and connect your eyes with his.

And it’s like you can read his mind, because oh no…

Eyes widening, knowing damn well there is no longer anything to hide from him, you scrunch your eyes shut when he holds up the USB, wrapped safely into a condom.

“I can’t fucking believe you.” He mutters as he sits up and you slowly push to sit up as well, your eyes on him as you remain quiet, waiting for the bomb to burst. Nick let’s out a humourless laugh, sounding shocked to say the least.

“I knew you were willing to take it far, but this is some next level shit.” He looks up at you with raised brows “Bet it turned you on to know I was so close to the very thing I wanted to have, didn’t it?”

You shrug innocently and a smile curls at your mouth “Talking about me, or the drive?”

You shouldn’t make a joke, you shouldn’t test him like this. Not now, not anymore. Not after you have very specifically screwed up everything.

Eyes never leaving yours, you can almost hear the gears in his head turning as he thinks over the situation, knowing damn well that holding the drive leaves him the all the power in the world. Literally.

“Can’t believe I’m saying this…” He sighs and flings the USB to the side “But you.”

He dives forward, his mouth covering yours instantly as he grinds himself into your soaking core over and over and over, until you’re clawing at his back through his shirt. That’s when he pulls back again and sits back, grabbing your thighs as he leans down, lifting them over his shoulder before diving headfirst between your legs.

The pure hunger you hear in his groans as his tongue lashes through your folds and he drinks up everything you give him, is making your heartbeat pound against your skin. Cries leave your lips and you hiccup some incoherent words as you feel your high approach again.

Eyeing you hungrily as his grip keeps you spread open against his sinful mouth, he watches you lose your mind, writhing in his hold as your moans raise in pitch and you pulse around his tongue. When you incoherently blabber a plea for him to let you come, he can only hum against you in agreement as his grip on you tightens possessively.

Your brain can’t think about any hidden tricks behind his permission as it unfurls while the coil splinters into a thousand fragments. Grinding up against his mouth in desperation, your vision washes white as you fall apart in his hold, his hands grasping your ass to press you up against his mouth harder.

Trying to crawl away from him when it all becomes too much, he gently sets you down and folds over you, his wet mouth covering yours in a kiss that’s warmer than you have ever experienced. Tugging at his hair to hold him close, you faintly hear the clinging of his belt buckle a short moment before he glides into your spasming core in one smooth motion, making you both let out a shaky gasp at the sensation.

“If you promise to hide more things the way you did tonight,” He grunts “I’ll promise to always go looking for it.”

But you can only moan as he glides out of you and buries himself back into you to the very hilt. Arms wrapping around his neck as you suck him back in, you swallow hard as the realisation hits.

You are a traitor in every single sense of the word.

Men & their liquor 🥃🥵

Why am I like this? 😩❤️‍🔥

he just wants his drive 😔

I just watched the 355 and nick asked Mace about starting a family my thots jumped to Nick with a breeding kink 😩😩

I have been wanting to talk about this man's breeding kink! I have a few ideas that revolve around it (some will come up in the mafia fics) but I welcome any breeding kink ideas.

But hear me out for possible sinday drabbles for this month:

Omegaverse:

soft dark

Alpha!Nick takes a special interest in the newest recruits, well one recruit. The sweet little omega that smells like jasmine and vanilla and fresh rain.

It's the first time the agency has allowed omegas to have the chance to become field agents. Your first day is a disaster and you're so close to quitting when Nick steps in with an offer. He knows how much you want to impress the decorated senior operative so when he tells you he wants to help train you, teach you, -after hours- of course, you say yes.

And lucky for you, he knows a private location where you don't have to worry about any prying eyes.

Not dark

So you won a bet last month and you surprised Nick by forbidding him to orgasm for three weeks. You've been making him suffer (in the best way possible), teasing him endlessly, he hasn't been allowed to cum even though he's made you cum every night (not your fault he can't keep his hands off you). Only you forgot that his rut is approaching. He's beyond frustrated.

And your bet ended at midnight.

Its now 12:01.

Mafia:

I have this idea about him capturing Bucky's runaway bride and claiming her for himself.

CIA:

soft dark

You discover your boyfriend is not really a struggling writer/bartender after you walk in on him interrogating someone. Nick will do anything to convince you to stay with him including making sure you don't leave his house until his ring is on your finger and you're carrying his baby.

not dark

It's the scene at the end of the movie, only Mace sends you in first because you're the only one Nick trusts. Only she miscalculates how much you still love him. (This would be pure self-indulgence because I would throw away all my morals for this man and I will not apologize)

Retired CIA:

And I have this idea based on one of my favorite underrated movies. It involves Bucky (but not in the way you'd think) amnesia, one-bed trope/cabin in the woods, enemies to friends to lovers, and breeding.

Demon!Nick:

A willing sacrifice that takes him by surprise. That's the premise.

Who made the rules? Why do you have to “behave”?

"I make the rules," Nick states, stolling in the room. His voice, dark and amused, cuts through the chatter. Everyone falls silent, moving away from you, leaving you exposed and vulnerable.

You swallow, pushing the startled gasp down before he can hear it. You watch him saunter past your bodyguards, rolling up his sleeves to reveal your name etched in black ink on his tanned skin.

Nick stops in front of you, bending down until his slate grey eyes are piercing yours.

He places his tattoed hands on the armrest of your chair, nudging your legs apart with his thigh. He drops his head to your shoulder, his lips skate across the curve of your throat until they find your ear.

"Now do you want to tell them why you have to behave or do you want me to show them what happens when you dont?"

Love is a Bitch

Well besties, here it is. Four thousand words of pure, unadulterated filth. This is unlike anything I’ve ever written before and my first time going with a more dark plot. I hope you guys enjoy!

I owe absolutely everything for this fic to @lookiamtrying and @sgt-seabass for brainstorming with me in the group chat. Several pieces of dialogue in this fic were gifted to me by them both. A huge shout out also to @sweeterthanthis for beta-ing this for me and for always inspiring me and encouraging me to be my best hoe self. As with all of my fics, I also gotta thank my muse @animehearteyes😉. All mistakes are my own.

Pairing: softdark!Nick Fowler x wife!reader

Word Count: 4.3k

Warnings: infidelity, gun violence, death of a character (not a main one), mention of masturbation, unprotected p in v sex, pussy slapping, spanking, spit kink, degradation kink, dumbification kink, face slapping, rough hair pulling, posessive behavior from Nick, cum play/cum eating, Nick being a mean bastard and reader being not much better; SMUT 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI

By clicking read more you agree that you are at least 18 years of age or older and that you are aware of the above warnings.

Being the wife of a workaholic is not easy—let alone when that workaholic is the head of one of the biggest crime syndicates in New York. There are many missed dinners, unanswered calls and texts, and a hell of a lot of pent up sexual frustration.

It had been weeks since the last time you’d been touched by someone other than yourself. None of your advances seemed to phase Nick—not when you sauntered into his office wearing his favorite set of lingerie, not when you wore practically nothing around the house while doing chores, and not even when you played up your moans and whimpers while masturbating in bed.

Each time it was a different excuse,

“Sweetheart, we are on the verge of closing a very big deal.”

“I just got back from my trip, baby, I’m exhausted.”

Whether it was something he said, an interrupting phone call, or bad timing on the part of one of his men—you had been completely abandoned by him over the last few weeks. Sleepless nights alone in your bed, discontent with minor touches after dinner, and a hole in your heart in the shape of your husband.

In the beginning you tried to be understanding. You were fully aware of what you signed up for when you married Nick—fully aware of the lifestyle that came with him. What you hadn’t expected, however, was for him to appear to lose all interest in being intimate with you or even giving you the time of day. It wasn’t like him to go without taking you apart at least once a week, let alone allowing you to go to bed unkissed.

The deal he had been working to close was a monumental one. One that would bring loads and loads of cash into the bank accounts of all of those involved and solidify Nick’s position at the top. You knew that this project needed his undivided attention, but goddamnit—so did you. You were touch starved, lonely, and so needy for your husband to pay you even an ounce of attention.

So, an idea came to you one day. An idea you knew would capture your husband’s attention to the fullest degree. It wasn’t a shining moment of yours—but a woman had to do what a woman had to do.

The weekend finally came and Nick was set to arrive home sometime around the afternoon. Finding a willing participant to take part in your plan wasn’t difficult. There was a rather attractive, fully sleezy employee at the country club who always had an eye on you and who was more than willing to come home with you when you asked.

Was fucking another man in your shared bed to make your husband jealous a bad idea? Probably.

Was it going to work? Absolutely.

As expected, the sex was incredibly subpar. The man rushed through the foreplay and you had to fake two orgasms before he slipped on a condom and began rutting his hips into you like a horny teenage boy. Each snap of his hips just as disappointing as the last—there was no feeling of fullness like there was with Nick, no clawing your nails down the man’s back—it was just penetration with a stranger breathing heavily in your face.

A few feigned moans of pleasure slipped from your lips as you pretended to be having a mediocre time.

That was, until you heard the front door open and shut.

As soon as you heard the click of the front door you ramped up your noises and feigned pleasure to 11.

“Fuck! Yes! Harder!” You moaned, grabbing onto the man’s sides as he faltered slightly—obviously taken back by your sudden change in demeanor.

“Y-yeah? You like that? Want me to fucking give it to you?” The man grunted, switching positions to prop himself on his knees and hold your hips as he thrusted roughly into you.

“Yes, God, please give it to me! Feels so good.”

A small smirk formed on your lips as you heard the heavy thud of footsteps thumping up the stairs. Suddenly and without warning, the bedroom door flew open—barely hanging on by its hinges as Nick slammed through. Nostrils flared, chest heaving—Nick’s eyes bore into the man on top of you as he took in the scene before him.

The man quickly pulled out as he stumbled, fell off the bed, and scurried to his feet. Shaky hands lifted into the air in front of him as he tried to mutter out words in a desperate attempt to spare his life.

“I-I-I didn’t know she was married, bro, I’m sorry! I promise, I’ll leave and I-I won’t say anything! You won’t ever see me aga—“

Without flinching, Nick pulled a gun from his waistband and shot the man several times. You jumped in the bed, pulling the sheet up over your chest as you watched the man crumple to the floor. The pool of blood around him quickly collected as Nick stood before you, breathing labored and gun still raised in the air by a steady hand.

There was a chilling silence lingering in the room apart from the high pitched ringing in your ears. The air smelled of gunpowder with a heavy metallic undertone from the blood currently seeping into your plush carpet. After a few moments, Nick lowered his arm that was holding the gun to his side before he turned to look at you. Your eyes took him in, everything about him—his dilated pupils, the rapid rise and fall of his chest, the way his knuckles paled from the intensity in which he was gripping the handle of the gun, and the hard clench of his jaw.

“Well? Are you gonna sit there and fucking stare at me like an idiot or are you gonna fill me in on what the fuck that was?” Nick’s voice was harsh, laced with anger and venom.

You had him right where you wanted him.

The next move you made was one you took a gamble on—it was either going to work perfectly in your favor or have a very poor outcome for you. Looking him dead in the eyes as he waited for your response, you simply crossed your arms and shrugged your shoulders at him. A simple act of disrespect that ultimately told him you couldn’t care less about what had just taken place in your bedroom.

“Excuse me?” Nick asked, eyes narrowing as he set the gun on the dresser and walked closer to the bed.

You had never in your years of marriage been this defiant toward him. It was almost as though he couldn’t believe his eyes—his sweet, docile, doting wife had turned into…well, someone like him. Instead of backing down like the little voice in the back of your head told you to, you doubled down. Another shrug of your shoulders made something inside Nick snap.

Already wide pupils were blown out completely as he set his jaw in a hard line, watching as you dismissed and disrespected him blatantly. Nick’s legs took long strides to the side of the bed where his hand outstretched toward you, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your body up close to him on the side of the bed.

“When I ask you a question I expect a fucking answer. What do you have to say for yourself?!” Nick spat in your face, voice rising in volume as he shook your head slightly.

“Now you suddenly care about what I have to say, huh? You’ve been neglecting me for weeks, Nick—weeks! What did you expect me to do? When was the last time you fucking touched me?!” You screamed back in his face, heart rate rising rapidly in your chest.

There was another moment of silence as Nick’s eyes studied your face. You could feel the way your nostrils were flaring and how your own breathing had become shallow and rapid. As he looked at you, you could tell that the revelation was finally beginning to sink in for him.

“You mean to tell me,” his voice was low with a spine chilling calmness to it, his eyes narrowed slightly in disbelief, “you did all of this…because I haven’t fucked you?”

The cogs were slowly turning in Nick’s head as evidenced by the way his breathing began to slow and his eyes traced over your face once more.

“You’re my husband, Nick, but you haven’t been a very good one. It’s not my fault I had to go looking somewhere else.”

Nick’s grip in your hair loosened ever so slightly as he listened to you speak, eyes conveying only a softness that you could recognize. Once again the silence took over, the only sound present was your heavy breathing.

A few moments later Nick blinked slowly as he released your hair from his grasp and walked to the front of the room. You sat back on the bed as you watched him shrug his blue suit jacket off his shoulders and toss it on top of the wooden dresser. The white dress shirt he wore underneath was one of your favorite things to see him in—simple yet elegant and professional.

Next, you watched as Nick slipped off his dress shoes and kicked them off to the side. Your heart continued to beat rapidly in your chest as you tried to guess what his next move was going to be. Slowly turning on his heels toward you, Nick worked on unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt—eyes never leaving the material as he did so.

After what seemed like forever, Nick’s blue eyes finally landed on yours as he began to roll up the sleeves on his shirt—just to above the elbow. You could feel yourself swallow hard as you took in the new look that Nick was wearing. The carnal rage was still there, but something new was present in addition—lust.

“So…” Nick started as he slowly stalked toward the bed, devilish intent clear in his eyes, “this…show of yours. It was all because you think I haven’t fucked you enough.”

“That’s not what I sai—“

“I don’t remember giving you permission to speak, darling.” Nick’s words were cold but sinisterly calm.

Against everything running through your brain, you squeezed your lips together and waited for your husband to speak again.

“From what I’ve gathered, that leaves me only one option on how to handle this situation.”

Nick’s fists dropped to the edge of the bed as he leaned his body weight onto them, coming only inches away from your face.

“I’m going to fuck you until the only name you remember is mine.” His voice grumbled from low, deep in his chest.

The sound instantly made you clench your thighs together, which did not go unnoticed by your husband. Standing straight up with a grin on his face Nick motioned toward the head of the bed with a nod as he licked his lips.

“Move up. Lean against the headboard and let me see my pretty little pussy.”

You took your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked at him. The look of sheer desire in his eyes told you that this was not a suggestion. Placing your hands behind your body, you began to scoot yourself up the bed until your back was flush against the headboard.

Nick shook his head slowly as he watched you crawl backwards up the bed.

“You drive me fucking crazy—you know that right? Just murdered some poor bastard in cold blood for you. Got blood all over my new shoes—carpets fuckin’ ruined. Bet you’re wet from it too, aren’t you?”

Nick’s callous words stunned you to your core as your lips parted with a sharp intake of breath. The look in his eye was primal, dangerous—and you wanted him to look at you that way for the rest of your life.

“Go on, darling. Spread those pretty legs. Let me see how wet you are for me.”

A moan caught in your throat as his vulgar words floated into your ears. You knew he was right—you could feel the wetness pooling between your thighs. Placing your hands on your knees, you dragged them slowly up your thighs as you pulled your legs apart for him. A shiver ran up your spine as the cold air hit swept across your soaking cunt.

Nick’s pink tongue darted out to wet his lips as they parted slightly as he took in the sight of you before him. Slowly, he loosened his tie from around his neck and threw it onto the floor before undoing the top few buttons of his dress shirt. As you lay aching before him, waiting for him to finally give you what you need–you let out a soft whine as you dragged your fingertips down your body, heading right to where you need them the most.

“Don’t even fucking think about it.” Nick barked, startling you as your eyes darted up to meet his.

Nick’s gaze bore into your own as he climbed onto the bed, wrapping his arms around your thighs and yanking you down toward him. You yelped at the rough action, grabbing at the sheets beside you to prepare yourself for what was in store. Nick grinned as he took in the sight of your dripping sex–entire mound and upper thighs coated with your desire.

“Poor baby…” Nick mocked, ghosting his fingertips over your slit before taking his fore and middle finger and spreading your lips open for him, “Look at that little clit–all puffy and swollen for me. Bet it aches.”

You whined loudly as he leaned forward and blew a stream of cold air onto your hot, aching cunt–your hips involuntarily bucked up toward his face, earning a chuckle from your husband. Before you could open your eyes, a sharp stinging sensation shot through your pussy and made you gasp harshly. Your eyes shot open and looked down between your legs just in time to watch as your husband lands another slap onto your sex. As though it had a mind of it’s own, your body began wiggling and squirming under his touch–unsure of whether or not it wanted to get away or move closer toward him.

“Think you can fuck another man in my bed and I’ll sit here and eat your pussy? Fucking pathetic.” Nick sat up and began undoing his trousers.

Your mind was spinning, the stimulation from him making you feel dizzy. Nick wasn’t about to let you get your bearings, however, as he freed himself from his clothes and immediately buried himself to the hilt inside of you. The sudden intrusion and sharp stretch and burn made you arch your back, moaning loud enough for the entire manor to hear.

“Weren’t making these noises for him–were you, sweetheart? Couldn’t fill you up like I can, huh? Is that it?” Nick began snapping his hips relentlessly into yours.

It was impossible to form a coherent thought with the way his cock was spearing into you–the tip kissing your cervix with each rough thrust of his hips. As much as it hurt, the feeling was so fucking welcomed. This kind of carnal sex was the exact thing you’d been craving from him for the last few weeks–you wanted him to own you, to show you exactly who you belong to.

“This tight little cunt is mine. Do you understand me? Mine.” Nick growled as he grabbed your hips roughly, fingertips digging in hard enough to leave bruises.

You could feel your eyes roll back into your head at the pleasure running through your body–every nerve ending in your body on fire as he took you apart on his cock. A whine left your lips as his hips slowed, only to feel a hand travel behind your head and tangle into your hair–yanking you up to face him.

“I asked you a question. Answer me. Who does this cunt belong to?” Nick’s over enunciation caused saliva to spring forth from his mouth and spatter across your face.

“You! It’s yours!” You cried out, pain and pleasure swirling together throughout your body.

“That’s right, that’s fucking right, sweetheart. It’s mine. You’re mine.” Nick grunted, grinning wildly as he began to spear up into you again.

Your body felt limp–jerking harshly with each powerful thrust Nick gave you. The growing sensation in your lower abdomen had you whining and whimpering, completely unable to form a sentence.

Just then, your body flopped back against the bed and the fullness between your legs was gone. Your eyes opened only for a moment before Nick was flipping you over onto your abdomen and yanking your hips up into the air. You rested your face against the pillow, drool beginning to form at the corners of your mouth as you panted to try and catch your breath. A yelp came from your chest as Nick landed several harsh slaps onto your sensitive ass–he held absolutely nothing back as he watched your flesh jiggle beneath his hand.

“God you’re a fucking brat. All this for what, hmm? Because you needed me to fuck you?” Nick swiped his hand over your abused cunt, gathering your slick on his hand before pumping his cock a few times with it.

“Such a little cockslut, aren’t you? My little cockslut.” Nick positioned himself at your entrance and grabbed your hips–his tip barely breaching your hole.

You whined, pushing your hips back toward him in a desperate attempt to feel him filling you up again. Deep down, you knew you were in no position to beg–but you couldn’t help it. You needed it so fucking bad.

Another dark chuckle came from Nick as he held your hips tightly, keeping you stuck in the same position.

“Nu uh uh, sweetheart. Wanna hear you beg for it. Go on, let me hear you.”

A less harsh smack met the sensitive flesh of your ass, earning another yelp from you as you felt tears forming in the corners of your eyes.

“Please! Please, baby, I’m sorry–I need you so bad, Nick, please, please.” You begged him desperately, voice breaking in both intense emotion and need.

Nick chuckled once more, “Now she’s a good girl.”

His cock finally breached your entrance as he began pounding his hips into yours once more. The new angle caused every ridge of his cock to stroke that spot inside of you and made you cry out in pleasure.

Face down, ass in the air–you could feel your thighs start to tremble. Every muscle in your body was incredibly weak as you did your best to stay upright. The lewd squelching noises mixed with his barbaric grunts filled the room as he continued his motions. The familiar sting on your scalp returned as his fist tangled in your hair and yanked you back against him–his other hand coming around to grab your jaw and turn your face toward him.

“Open your mouth–open your fucking mouth.” Nick grunted, stuttering his hips slightly at the way your mouth immediately hung slack open for him.

Nick gathered as much saliva as he could before roughly spitting it into your open mouth and all over your face. The action caused another wave of slick to drip out of your cunt and onto his cock. Nick laughed at your desperation and the way you took every single thing he gave you.

“You like that, huh? You like it when I spit in your fucking face?” Nick flatted his tongue as he dragged it up the side of your face and laughed again. “Yeah you do, yeah you fuckin do, good girl.”

Nick let go of you and your body immediately tumbled toward the mattress before you weakly caught yourself on your arms. Your back arched as he continued to hit your g-spot with each harsh thrust of his hips.

“I can feel you clenching around me, baby. You wanna cum, hmm? You think you deserve to fucking cum?”

“Yes!” You shouted before he was even finished with his sentence, “Please, please Nick I need to cum!”

Nick maneuvered the two of you quickly so that you were back supine on the bed as you looked up at him. His palm makes contact with your cheek, causing you to gasp before his deft fingers grip your chin.

“Beg for it then. Tell me how bad you fucking want it.”

“Please!” You cried out again, desperate for him to move his hips–as they were currently stilled while his throbbing cock was nestled inside of you. “Please i’ll be a good girl, I’ll never act out again, baby, please.”

“Good girls don’t fuck other men in my bed, sweetheart.”

“I’m sorry! Fuck, Nick–I’m so sorry, please. I need it so fucking bad, please give it to me.” You continued to beg desperately as you fought back tears that threatened to spill from your eyes.

You felt his cock twitch inside of you again before he grabbed your thighs and pushed them back as far as he could manage them before snapping his hips into you.

“That’s fucking right you’ll be a good girl, cause you’re not leavin’ this bed until you can’t fucking walk.”

A few thrusts later, the coil in your abdomen snapped. A loud ringing began in your ears, getting louder as your vision began to blur and grow dark around the edges. Your earth-shattering orgasm ripped through you as your legs shook violently. Filthy words were spilling from Nick’s lips, but you were too far gone to hear them. Instead of slowing down, your orgasm only caused Nick to keep his punishing pace.

Before you could even recover from your first orgasm, you felt another one approaching rapidly–the pressure building even quicker than the first. Mumbles and incoherent words tumbled from your lips as you writhed beneath him.

“Aw, has my poor little wife gone dumb on me? Can’t form a thought in that stupid brain of yours, not when you’re gripping my cock like a fucking vice. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

The second orgasm rippled through your body before you even had a moment to comprehend the words coming from Nick’s mouth. The harsh clenching of your cunt around his cock caused Nick’s hips to stutter once, twice, three more times before spilling his release inside of you. Nick groaned loudly, the sound nearly enough to make you cum a third time.

As his cock emptied inside of you, Nick collapsed foward and came to rest on his hands on either side of your face. The two of you panted harshly, breathing in each other’s air as your sweaty bodies started to recover. Your hands weakly came up to hold his face. Nick turned his face to press a kiss to the inside of your wrist before sitting back up and pulling his cock from you. The sensation caused a shiver to crawl up your spine.

Looking down, you watched as Nick swiped his fingers through your folds and gathered your mixed release. Bringing his fingers to your lips, he whispered softly.

“Taste us, baby. Taste how good we are together.”

Greedily taking his fingers into your mouth–you moaned around his digits as the salty, sweet taste of the two of you coated your taste buds. Nick grinned brightly at the way you sucked on his fingers before coming to rest on his side next to you. You pulled away from his fingers with a pop, taking his hand and placing it on your cheek before turning to face him.

“Took my cum like such a good girl. The only cum that’s ever gonna fill that sweet little pussy, you understand me?” Nick panted, raising an eyebrow as he looked over your face.

You nodded, mumbling a response as you closed your eyes. Nick’s thumb stroked your cheek softly, a stark contrast from every other action he’d taken against you that night. The two of you laid in silence for a long while, a pile of tangled and sweaty limbs. After a while, Nick finally broke the silence.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t a very good husband. I didn’t mean to neglect you. Business is important, but nothing is as important as you.”

A small, tired smile spread across your lips before you opened your eyes to look into his soft, icy blue ones.

“Mmm. Just don’t let it happen again.” You joked, earning a laugh from your husband.

Nick scooted his body closer, taking your face in his hands and pressing his lips against your forehead in a small kiss. Your eyes closed again as a satisfied sigh left your chest. Nick’s lips stayed pressed against your forehead for a few minutes before he kissed down the side of your face and whispered in your ear softly,

“If you do that again, I’ll fucking kill you.”

Even though to anyone else, the threat would have evoked an intense feeling of dread and fear–it simply caused you to laugh.

“Don’t neglect me again and I won’t.”

Nick chuckled before reaching down and squeezing your ass.

After pulling himself from the bed and helping clean up the mess between your legs, Nick tossed the towel in the hamper and began to dress himself again.

“You stay there. I’ll order us some food.”

You smiled at your husband as you watched him button up his dress shirt. As he finished the last button, he slid his phone into his pocket and began to head toward the door. Nick reached out and wrapped his fingers around the doorknob before hearing you clear your throat behind him. As he turned around, he looked at you quizzically.

“Isn’t there something you’re forgetting?” You asked, tilting your head slightly as your eyebrow raised.

Nick looked confused for a moment before his eyes landed on the figure, still laying crumpled on the floor. A smirk danced on his lips as he stifled a chuckle.

“I’ll get someone to clean up the mess.”

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Close to You 1

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: you have a crush on your roommates boyfriend but getting over it isn't easy.

Characters: Nick Fowler

Author’s Note:  Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself💜

“I got it!” Nick snarls as he stomps out of the bedroom. You flinch and sit up. You didn’t even know he was there.  

Of course, it isn’t his bedroom that he’s strutting nearly naked out of. No, it’s your roommate’s. Lindsay cackles after him. 

“Don’t be such a grump,” her words barely carry through as her television blares loudly from the other side. You should’ve known why she cranked the volume so high. 

It's strange how she's always snappy with him, and he barks back at her just the same. You always imagined relationships to be more peaceful. Well, you wouldn't know, would you?

Before you can catch it, your book tumbles to the floor and you gulp. Nick stops short and grins crookedly as he fixes the elastic on his boxers. They hang so low you can see the perfect vee of his pelvis. You try not to look even as your eyes disobey your embarrassment. 

“Hey,” he drawls. “When’d you get home?” 

You rub your lips together and bend to grab your book. You don’t think he really cares but he’s just that type. He always says what he should. He always knows just what to say. And he’s so dreamy. 

Ahem. No. 

“Just... an hour ago,” you stand up and fold the throw blanket. “Sorry, I didn’t...” 

“Didn’t hear you come in. You’re always so quiet.” 

“Am I?” You clutch the book to your chest and avoid looking directly at him. 

“Well, compared to Linz...” he snickers. 

“Get me a cooler!” Your roommate shouts as if she heard her name. He rolls his eyes and strides into the kitchen. He grumbles but you can’t make out the words. 

His praise sticks with you as you watch his broad back disappear. He has muscles where you didn’t know muscles could exist. And his eyes. Beautiful and blue. His arms... 

Stop. 

You scurry for the hall but before you can pass the doorway to the kitchen, he comes back out. You stumble back and pick at the corner of the book cover. You look him in the eye, afraid your gaze might stray a bit too far. 

“Oh, woah, sorry,” he brushes his hand over your hip. “We’ll try not to keep you up.” 

“Uh, sure,” you step back and sway nervously. “I never... I can’t hear...” 

“She’s loud,” he scoffs and turns, two bottles hanging from one hand, necks squeezed between his thick knuckles, “have a good night.” 

“Er, you too,” you squeak after him. 

The door shuts and you cringe. Uh, you always sound so stupid. You barrel forward, forgetting the whim for a snack before bed, and close yourself in your room 

You’re so pathetic. Lindsay knows it and Nick does too. It’s obvious. That tension between you is nothing more than pity. They’re always together and you’re always alone. 

You put your book on the shelf and shuffle to your bed. You open your laptop and turn on the period piece that always makes you feel a little better. It doesn’t work tonight. You just feel lonely as you watch the pining between the straight-laced lord and lady. 

You turn it off and put on an endless lo-fi track instead. You can her Lindsay’s television. You change into your pajamas and shut off the lamp. You lay down but you’re wide awake. 

You try not to think of them. Not to think of him. 

You close your eyes and let the soft tones ease you. Still, you’re uneasy. It takes an hour to drift off and even then, it’s shallow.  

When you wake up again, the low music plays from your laptop but all else is quiet. You sit up, groggy to the point of dizziness, and amble around your room. You go out into the hall and click the door shut behind you.  

You head down to the bathroom. You should have gone before you laid down. 

You pull your bottoms down and sit on the toilet as you’re about to burst. You sigh and bend over your lap. That bottle of diet coke was a bad choice for more than the aspartame. 

You sit up, your muscles stiff from sleep, but before you can stand, the door opens. You cry out and cover yourself. Oh no! It had to be him. 

Nick puts his hand up and apologises as he backs out. Your body is set alight with humiliation. You quickly get up and pull your pants to your waist.  

You take your time washing your hands and stare down at the sink. You can’t even look at yourself. Why didn’t you lock the door? Stupid. Stupid. 

How much did he see? You try not to think of it as you near the door. You open it slowly and peek out through the tine slit between the frame. You poke your head out completely and step into the hallway. 

You set each foot down lightly, not wanting to give yourself away. As you approach your bedroom door, it’s open. You can’t remember if you shut it. 

You stop just before your door and raise your nose. You smell his cologne. You know it’s him. The scent clings to the couch and often trails after him.  

Ugh. You hate yourself for even thinking that. Even your inner monologue can’t help but be the most embarrassing narrative. 

You flit behind your door and lean into it until it’s closed. You drop your head and sigh. Well, you will be hiding until you’re sure he’s gone. You’ve dug this hole deep enough. 

the worst monsters are those we bring with us

Sebastian Stan as Nick Fowler

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So this month of February I have 1 imagine a week all ready and in the queue set to go plus one on Valentines Day 💝.

I have 1 a week from February- June right now and I'm working on July.

I have decided there will be acouple of random posts coming up in the next month of things that I feel people would want to see now.

For example: I got some "Like Or Bond" ones shots/Add ons for everyone! And I've written a few imagines for "Chicago Fire", also wrote acouple for Nick Fowler from "The 355" . . .

So stay tuned watching my blog!

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Nick Fowler:

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Join Me - Nick Fowler

Nick x Fem!reader

Warnings: none

Word count: 557

Summary: Nick doesn’t want to be without Y/n, but will Y/n be able to join him or will her morals get in the way?

Authors Note: My first nick Fowler imagine! I couldn’t wait for “The 355” to come out and it was very different than what I thought it was gonna be like, but it was AMAZING regardless! It was even better than I thought it’d be.

p.s.- Now taking requests for Nick Fowler and still taking them for Bucky

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After revealing exactly who he was working for and what exactly they were doing to all the girl's Nick had grabbed Y/n’s arm and taken her back into another room. Far away from all the others.

Once they entered the room Nick had let go of her arm and turned locking the door.

“Why?” Y/n asked with a timid voice, watching his back rise and fall with every breath.

“You know why.” he spoke leaning his head against the door. This was not how he wanted to tell her, if he ever was going to tell her. God he wished that those women never brought her into any of this.

“I don’t mean why you did all this. You already explained that back there.” she shook her head. Y/n was trying not to let her emotions show in her voice or body langue but it was getting increasingly hard. Especially when he knew her so well. “Did it all mean nothing? Was it all part of your plan?”

Nick turned around to face her upon hearing her question. She was referring to their relationship. This was one of the reasons why he never wanted her to find out.

Walking over to her he used his left hand to cup between her cheek and neck, while his right brushed back her hair as he looked her in the eyes. “You were never a part of the plan. That was just a happy surprise.”

“So it all-”

“It all meant something. At least to me it did.” He nodded as he moved his right hand to cup her cheek. Brushing his thumb across her cheek. “How about you?”

Y/n snuffled looking him in the eyes. “I loved you.”

“What about now? Now that you know I’m not who you thought I was.” Nick asked tilting his head just slightly to the side, waiting for her answer. Hoping deep down it was the one he wanted.

Y/n looked down before answering. “Yes.”

Nick stepped closer making their bodies touch completely as he watched her. A simple yes wasn’t good enough. He needed to hear it. “Say it.”

Y/n looked up at him with a ton of emotion in her eyes. “I still love you. I never stopped.”

That was all it took for Nick to pull her into a kiss, after the two of them finally needed to take a breath he stated. “Neither did I.”

“So what does this mean now?” Y/n asked leaning her forward against his as she caught her breath.

Nick sighed knowing this next part would go one of two ways. “I’d like you to join me.”

“Nick- I can’t. . .” Y/n sighed shaking her head pulling back from him but he wrapped an arm around her waist to stop her.

“Not like that. I know you’d never join in on this- what I’m doing.” he shook his head, Nick knows morally she’d never be able to do what he is but if she had no part in it? Then maybe they could still be together. Nick looked her in the eyes seeing how she was waiting to hear what he meant by ‘join him’. “Join me like, come with me. Let’s see where this can go. Be with me.”

Now Y/n had to make a decision.

Free - Nick Fowler

Nick x Fem!reader

Warnings: mentions of abuse but barely

Word count: 342

Summary: Soon Nick & Y/n will be free, the sooner the better.

Authors Note: Second Nick Fowler imagine, even though so far both are pretty short I loved writing these, and I hope you enjoy them!

P.S. I LOVED the 355! Great movie, great sets, great characters and great plot. The reviews on rotten tomatoes can kiss my ass.

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Y/n heard the front door slam to her villa and she knew something must of happened to piss him off. Considering he had been gone all night and it was now pushing 4 am, anything could of happened.

“What happened?” she asked not turning to look at him but continued to poor him and herself a drink.

“Nothing.” he grumbled as he came more into the room.

Y/n tilted her head at his response. “It must of been something. You slammed the door.”

“They just won’t back off.” Nick growled raising his voice another octave.

“An it seems they kicked your ass.” Y/n stated as she turns to look at him head to toe. It took everything in her to not rush him to the bathroom and play nurse.

“Actually that would be your father's doing.” he stated shrugging off his jacket, wincing in the process. He left his jacket on the nearby chair before heading over closer to her.

Y/n looked down ashamed of her father’s actions towards the man she loves. Her father has never been a very kind, caring, or loving man. Hell, he has abused her most of her life, in so many different ways. Till Nick. He became her safe haven, and her his.

“Hey, I don’t put his actions on you.” Nick looked at her noticing the look in her eyes, so he moved forward lifting his arms up to cup her cheeks. Lifting her head so he could get her to look him in the eyes as he spoke before he leaned down to kiss her.

Y/n gave him a grateful smile before moving her arms to wrap around his neck. “It won’t be long now before you can kill him and we both will be free.”

Nick nodded brushing back her hair from falling in her face. “I promise it’ll be soon.”

Y/n smiled up at him, she didn’t think she could love him any more than she does now but he always surprises her. “I trust you.”

SEBASTIAN  STAN  as  NICK  FOWLER   |    THE  355

SEBASTIAN STAN as NICK FOWLER The 355 | 2022 dir. Simon Kinberg

I’m obsessed with this series. I’m so weak for dark Nick Fowler 🫠🫠🫠❤️❤️❤️

The way you write these two and their inner conflicts is just beautiful and heart wrenching! I absolutely love it!

How would Nick react in clockwork au if puppy was blearily saying James’ name in her sleep?

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✧˚ · . Nick wants all of you. And he will do whatever it takes to claim your soul.

pairing — mob boss!prime alpha!nick fowler x omega!reader w/c — 1.9k this is a dark fic. 18+ only. AU masterlist. listening to — ♫sleepless warnings —general dark elements (dark AU), a/b/o dynamics, manipulation. a/n — thank you for the ask and interest in the AU! i hope you enjoy. jessica chastain is not a representative of the readers looks i just wanted a gif of nick kissing a forehead lol. not beta read, we die like men.

The first time Nick heard it, he thought it was ghosts whispering that damned name in his ear.

The second time Nick heard it, he realised it was a scarier reality than phantoms.

You were calling for James in your sleep again, an occurrence that happened regularly.

Even after all the work Nick had put into making you his, there was still that subconscious part of you that held onto the past. Even though you smiled at him in your waking hours, someone else had a space in your heart.

It wasn’t like it was unexpected. Nick knew he would be crazy to assume you would have no residual feelings for your lost life. But it still hurt. His omega, calling for someone else.

He wondered what you dreamt. Did you dream of James in a world where he survived? Or were they memories of the past? Did he treat you well? Were you happy?

There was a quirk in your lips, a slight sway of your hips. Were you dancing with him?

Nick considered calling Steve. Doctor Kemp always seemed to have a way of making omegas comply, plus he was one of his greatest allies. But Nick knew that the heavy-handed approach wouldn’t be appropriate here. While Steve’s suggestion of having other alphas use you worked to break you down beautifully, accessing a soul was a task that required a delicate touch.

Slipping from the bed, Nick left you in your peaceful slumber, dreaming of the man you would never have. In nothing more than black sweatpants and a navy sweater, he sat in his chilly office.

For a while, he just kept the lights off and pondered.

If his younger self could see him now, he wondered what he’d think. This was certainly not the life Nick had intended to lead.

But the world was cruel, and so he became crueller. To escape hardship, he became the creator of it. A devil walking the earth. 

Around you, though, he wanted to be good to you. He would never forget when he heard you laugh for the first time. Nick had accidentally tickled your sides while brushing past you, and the sound that came from you was glorious.

Nick sighed, pouring himself a scotch from the decanter. He’d burn the world, but keep you safe always.

After he’d finished his glass, the familiar burn of liquor pooling in his belly, Nick turned to the only other person he trusted the opinion of.

Hal Carter. The alpha worked on Ari’s ranch. While Ari bred omegas using alpha studs, Hal trained them and kept them calm. He was gentle. Those girls were taken well cared of, which was to be expected when they needed to produce pups.

It was an art how Hal could smile and exude calming energy to those around him. His words were always smooth like silk, rolling off his tongue so naturally you can’t help but listen. It helped the omegas stay calm, and they all trusted him. He was still one of the bad guys; all the alphas in his circle were. But he was the best of the bad. Scott Huffman, the one who would take Ari’s bred pups in and raise them on his ranch, he was a close second.

Within thirty minutes of texting him, Hal turned up on the mansion’s doorstep. The sun was barely rising, only subtle hues of gold beginning to grow.

“Thanks for coming so early,” Nick ushered Hal inside, bringing him to the office while the rest of the home remained in a dream state.

“I normally get up by dawn to go hunting anyway, s’no trouble.” Nonchalant as ever, Hal sat himself down in one of the office armchairs in his green plaid shirt and blue jeans.

Nick poured himself another scotch, plopping two ice cubes into the crystal glass. “Want a drink?”

Hal raised a brow, scoffing. “Unless it’s orange juice, no. I ‘ain’t drinking.”

“I can do that,” Nick said, disappearing from the room and returning with a tall glass of juice, a slight shudder of nervousness in his hand when he gave it to Hal.

There was a rawness in the air, as if Nick wasn’t playing a game. He was putting his whole deck of cards on the table for Hal to see. It was hard to trust, but Nick didn’t have anywhere else to turn.

Nick sat in the armchair opposite Hal, swirling the liquid in his glass, and Hal quirked his head. “Look, as much as I love catching up with you, why did you ask me here so urgently? Is something wrong?”

Nick went through the long explanation of your past, how you came into his care, and how you were acting now. Hal listened attentively, face staying blank as the horrors were laid bare. After explaining, Nick sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I want her to dream of me. Dream of her alpha.”

“So, what you’re telling me is you’ve killed her alpha, kidnapped her, had her gang fucked, chased her, and choked her until she passed out, yet you expect her to dream of you?”

There was a beat of silence before Hal spoke again. “Do you really act like her alpha? She’s not a toy, Nick. And she’s not just a pet. You have to be gentle.”

“I don’t know how to be gentle,” Nick sneered, crossing his arms defensively. 

“Bullshit. Every alpha has a gentle instinct deep down. Be the alpha your sister and mother would have wanted you to become.”

Nick growled and stood, throwing the glass at the wall behind Hal’s head, the crystal shattering into a million shards across the dark hardwoods. It was ballsy bringing up his family. The other alpha flinched slightly, but he wasn’t afraid.

Nick puffed his chest, gritting his teeth so hard they were ready to shatter. “That’s a cruel thing to say. You’re pushing it, Hal.”

“It is cruel. But it’s what ‘ya needed to hear. The world is fucked, but her world doesn’t have to be. You’re the one bringing that upon her. You want her to dream of you? Give her memories good enough to dream about. You’ve broken her down, and done the harsh things you needed to. Now you need to build her back up. Without that affection, she will just continue to crumble time and time again. Don't you want to see her smile?”

“More than anything,” Nick grumbled, sitting back in his chair with a hardened expression. He wanted to feel your happiness through the bond. It was like a drug.

Hal drank the last of his juice, setting the glass down gently on the side table. “Then, there you go. Just work to make her smile for you more. Life is good with a happy omega, Nick.”

“She hates what I do, though. And I can’t - and won’t - change that.”

“Then make her existence with you good enough to outweigh that.” Hal proposed the idea like it was easy. Just treat you right, and it would all fall into place.

But was it really that easy?

The chase had changed you. You were more receptive to Nick and seemed more content overall. But he could still see the flickers of fear that lay dormant, ready to wake at any time. And James— Well. Your subconscious hadn’t let him go yet.

Perhaps Hal was right. Maybe you were broken enough that you’d adapt to this life with some positive reinforcement.

After Hal had left, Nick ordered the staff to make you breakfast before he wandered back up to the bedroom, the morning sun beginning to peek past the blinds. Nick took his jumper off, wanting to feel your skin on his. 

You shifted a little in your sleep when the bed dipped from Nick’s weight, his arms looping around you and pulling your naked form close. “...Alpha…?” You asked blearily. It wasn’t often you got morning cuddles like this. Normally, Nick was already working by the time you rose.

“Morning, omega,” Nick kissed your forehead, spooning you so his warm, firm chest was flush with your back. “Nice dreams?”

You stiffened for a moment before nodding, curling into his hold comfortably. “Yeah.”

“Good. I need you full of energy today,” Nick said as he kissed your neck gingerly, a soft contrast to his tight hold on you.

Nick ran his hand up and down your side, fingers running over the bruises he’d left on your skin the day prior when he fucked you rough over his desk.

“Are we playing hunt the whelp?” Your voice wavered nervously. So meek, so small. Nick nearly growled at the thought of hunting you, but he held it back.

Nick cleared his throat, shifting a little, so his hard-on wasn’t too obvious against your ass. He was trying to focus, all his energy going into being nice. But Nick could tell you knew he was turned on, your own arousal signalling through the bond. “No, no. We’re going shopping.”

You perked up at that, turning to look at Nick. Your curious shining eyes had his heart skipping a beat. “Shopping? Like, going outside?”

“Yes. We’re going into town. I’ll buy you whatever you want.” 

The excitement that flooded the bond was overwhelming. Nick had never felt anything like it. You were happy. But there was some anxiety there too. “Won’t people recognise you? What if something goes wrong?” You asked with a growing frown.

Nick shhed you, gently running his finger over your frown and pushing your lips up at the edge so you were smiling. “You’re the safest omega in the world. Plus, Beck and Mace will be there too.”

Your expression turned into a genuine smile. And Nick smiled back.

“Sit up. I need to check your head.” Nick turned to the bedside, getting together his dabbing alcohol and bandages. You always seemed to end up with some injury after Nick had a bad day. It wasn’t overly intentional, but his anger often turned into dark arousal that left you sore and battered but pleasured too.

You’d banged your head on the desk yesterday when Nick shoved you down and caught your forehead on one of his fountain pens. It left a cut, but Beck dismissed it as minor, needing to be covered with a plaster.

Nick pulled away the bandage with you sitting cross-legged in front of him. He hummed, content at the sight of the healing cut. “Looks good, pup. My good girl, healing so well.”

Nick could feel the heat radiating from your skin as he gently cleaned the cut before placing a fresh bandage on the wound.

“Ah, just in time.” Nick put his things away as your breakfast was brought in. Pancakes with maple syrup and strawberries.

You seemed like a fish out of water, and Nick understood that. He was flipping his demeanour for you. This was new for him, but not entirely unwelcome, especially when he felt your ease through the bond.

Nick sat with you, cutting up the pancakes and feeding you small bites. Every so often, you would meet his gaze, a little twinkle in your eye that wasn’t there before.

It wouldn’t always be like this, and Nick knew he had a long way to go in putting your pieces back together.

But it was a task he knew he would never fail. 

He would have all of you.

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Thoughts from the 355

I’m back from watching The 355 and I admit, I have rolled my eyes in the past at fans who can’t resist redeeming the bad boy. Sometimes characters are douches, you know? And yet! I can’t help but think that Nick is a fellow who survives, and of the day when Captain America and his team stealth attacks that prison, because they’re heard nationals from other countries are being illegally held. Sam pulls out Nick, who is in bad shape, physically emaciated and suffering mentally from isolation. The computer IDs Nick, but Sam thinks it’s hinky that the CIA didn’t suspect that one of their own might be in the prison. Instead of turning him over, Sam takes him to his place in Delacroix to recover. Of course, as Nick recuperates, grateful for his rescue, he is reliant on Sam and turns more and more to him, falling in love. With his new perspective, he has no interest in revenge on Mace and the others, and commits himself to living a better life.

.... or is that a ruse to keep Sam’s support until he’s well enough to leave? 

*cackles*   

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…