#nick fowler angst

[thevillainswhore]

A Second Chance: Part 2

Pairing: Ex-Husband!Nick Fowler x Ex-Wife!Reader

Summary: Love just wasn’t enough to keep your marriage together - Nick’s restless ambition to get the promotion in his career ended up driving an everlasting wedge between the two of you, and resulting in divorce. But when you come back home to New York after three years away in London, can Nick win back your heart?

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: more flashbacks, more angst in this one too I’m so sorry 😭

A/N: headers made by @saradika , unbeta’d so pls let me know any mistakes I might have missed! hope you enjoy x

Although Nick was used to this lifestyle, it never got any easier to be a part of. He may have traded being the director of the CIA to become a businessman, but he was still interconnected enough with the agent community to have to announce his presence.

He gives himself a reminder to ask Elsie to fetch him a stiff drink of whiskey as soon as they’re inside to get him through this torture, already picturing her smirk of amusement at his unease.

Speaking of, he sees her keep an eye on him from the sidelines, catching his gaze and giving him a cheeky thumbs up in response to his grumpy face.

For a sweet fifty year old woman, she sure was an asshole.

Almost pulled off his feet, his walking nightmare forces his arm to loop with hers, all but dragging him down the carpet to take pictures.

If he didn’t have an image to uphold, he’d already be ripping her a new one. It wasn’t that he desperately needed her, but the advice given to him by his publicist to have a date wasn’t exactly one he could reject.

Rebuilding Nick’s name the last three years hadn’t been easy. At first he really couldn’t have given two shits about what people thought of him - the aftermath of losing you taking over his mind and his behaviour wasn’t pretty. He was pictured out drinking most of the days, heavy bags under his eyes when the paparazzi caught a glimpse of him. It was a miracle the CIA allowed him to keep his job for them six months of hell.

That’s when Elsie stepped in. An old family assistant hired by his father to help get Nick’s life back on track - a beacon of light in redirecting the path he was taking. If it wasn’t for her, he really didn’t know where he’d be right now - certainly not with his own company, he knew that for sure.

Not that his father really cared, Nick already knew how his dad viewed him - weak, a failure, in definite need of some help. Even worse when Nick witnessed how he reacted to his regret of the upcoming divorce.

“Son, you’ve got the promotion, you’ve got the life I always dreamed of for you. Now quit your fucking sulking over some pussy you could get anywhere else and man up.”

His father just wanted Nick to make the family name shine.

It shouldn’t have been at the cost of you, though. Never at the expense of having to lose you. He realises that now.

Elsie, however, genuinely cared. She wanted him to succeed because it was good for him. No ulterior motive. Just as someone who’s seen the harsh reality of his life from afar. Her first matter of business for him - leave the CIA and start fresh.

Pictures are taken as he walks down the carpet, a few words are given in answer to interview questions - the usual. He speaks about his growing business, plans for the future. He chooses to ignore those scavenging to get the tiniest ounce of information about you out of him and move on.

The doors to the entrance of the convention were in sight and Nick couldn’t be happier to see the end of the blinding lights and the whiny brat attached to his arm.

His haven was just within reach, just a couple more steps until he could start climbing the stairs to a lesser evil.

Until sudden screams from paparazzi and interviewers hold him to his spot.

Nick looks to Elsie to see if the commotion is worth holding back for, only to see her eyes widen and her mouth fall open in what can only be described as shock and dumbstruck.

He’s only seen that look on her face two times - first being the one time he broke down in front of her and trashed the entirety of his home in his depression of missing you. The second when he finally got the courage to show her the only photo he had left of you and him after he ruined the others in his rampage. The most special day of his life where you gazed into his eyes, wearing the most stunning white dress, like he hung the moon and stars for you.

If it were possible, he swears he would.

Nick braces himself to slowly turn around, unsure of what he’s going to find, only to see the very woman who still held his heart in all her radiance at the other end of the carpet.

It’s like he’s seeing you for the first time all over again. Across the room from each other, him in pure wonderment of you as you’re glowing in your element, totally unaware of his presence, with all eyes on you.

Signs were always a load of bullshit to Nick - a superstition that gave people hope in their time of need. He never believed in them. But if the black dress you’re wearing, too similar to the one you wore eleven years ago, isn’t one? Then Nick isn’t sure what is.

And as if his prayers have been answered, you look straight ahead through the chaos to see him for the first time since you left three years ago - the image of you serving him divorce papers still fresh in his mind.

Attempts to fix the relationship between you were never ending on your side. Suggestions of couples therapy had gone ignored. Getaways to escape reality planned to then be pushed back by him to a later date - always too busy and never able to let work be at the back of his mind for a single day. All options had been accounted for. You put every ounce of your love into figuring out how to pull back the pieces of your marriage that had fizzled out. But you were exhausted and the fight in you had left a long time ago.

So, you had made the decision you never wanted to consider without good enough reason, with a heavy heart that you refused to keep putting in the line of fire.

The divorce papers you gently placed on his desk had shook Nick to his core, regret seeping into your skin as you caught the genuine horror in his features, mouth gaped open with a loss for words.

It was almost too late for Nick to reel himself back to the present by the time you were walking towards him. Half way down the carpet, ignoring everyone else calling your name and full focus on him. The luckiest man in the world to have a crumb of your attention.

Heels lining up to his dress shoes, you stand millimeters apart from each other, time stopping as he soaks in your appearance as though it’s keeping him alive. He still wasn’t sure if he was dreaming. If he was, he never wanted to wake up.

“Hey, you.” Your satin voice is music to his ears. Deprived of your ambience for too long and it all of a sudden felt like he could breathe again. He’s missed everything about you - the desire to reach out and touch you overwhelming his senses.

“Hi” it feels so underwhelming to say with a decade of history behind the two of you. But by the sparkle in your eyes and tiny upturn of your lips that only he could notice, Nick knows you understand the severity that one greeting holds. A lifetime feeling like it’s passed since he last laid his eyes on you and God, were you beautiful as ever.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”. You speak as though you're both old friends catching up. Everyone around you knows that couldn’t be further from the truth, the both of you know that couldn’t be further from the truth. But that didn’t matter when the dreams that have haunted his nights are coming to life in front of him, his fantasies of getting to see you again happening in real time. Nick can only dumbly nod as he imagines how stupid he must look to you.

Though, he should know you better than that. He should know that you only ever saw the best in him - that no matter how silly in love he looked, you adored him.

“How have you been?” curiosity weaves through your question as you tighten your lips, that cheeky smile you’re trying to hide slipping through anyway.

Without you? Terrible.

Is what he wishes he could say. But he would never let you feel guilty for that, so instead he answers, “I’ve been alright, life’s been a little busy. Hardly any free time but you know how it goes in this business.”

You laugh, “yeah, I guess being the director of the CIA does have its downsides”. As soon as the words leave your mouth you realise the implication of them, your face falling and your eyes so damn apologetic trying to portray that you didn’t mean how they came out.

Luckily, Nick knows there’s no malice in what you said. There’s not one mean bone in your body and he wants to ease your worries. “Ah it does. But I’m not the director anymore. I um-, I actually stepped down to pursue something else”.

“You-… you stepped down?”

The surprise in your voice is refreshing for him. It would’ve pained him two years ago for you to have the expectation that he wouldn’t do it, but he’s grown since then - understands how he behaved in the last year of your marriage and the scars it left you. He simply confirms “I did, sweetheart”.

You fluster at the pet name. He must still have some of that charm that won you over in the first place. The thought makes him feel young again - that bright eyed, ambitious agent who was head over heels in love with you. Some things never change.

“So um-, w-what are you doing now?”

“I’ve created my own private investigation company from the ground up. Thought I could at least use my skills for something useful. We’re currently in the number one spot with local competition with plans to expand business into Europe within the year.”, pride shines through Nick.

You take a minute to recompose, both from the shock of seeing him tonight and the information dump you received within minutes of each other. Taking the bait to look into his eyes, those azure blue eyes that are desperately calling out to you, you softly murmur with conviction, “I’m proud of you Nicki, truly.”

‘Nicki’. A name, laced with so much love, he hasn’t heard in a long time.

The guilt rushes in as he tries to remember the exact moment he last heard you say it in that teasing drawl of yours and comes up short. He’d neglected you for a great while towards the end of your marriage, ache in his heart ever present whenever his mind transports him back to your defeated face when he begged you not to leave.

His promotion had changed him - the greed of his ambition to be at the top interfering with your marriage. The constant missions he was offered became priority - king size bed feeling bigger than ever before when only one of the two occupants slept in it for the past year. Walks around the garden surrounding the home you and Nick had renovated together as lonely as could be when you reminisced on the picnics he would plan in the summertime - an excuse to make love to you in the tall grass towards the lake.

You couldn’t even remember the last time Nick had touched you - all the more painful when you found out he had been recently partnered up in Paris with Mace. An ex fling who held no boundaries in letting Nick know how much she missed him.

You couldn’t do it anymore.

“Don’t do this to me baby, please, don’t do this to me. We can work on it, on us, you know we can. Look at me angel.. look at me.” He grabbed your face and tilted to look into his bloodshot eyes.

“Do you want me to get on my knees and beg? Because I will. I’ll get on my fucking knees for you right now and beg if that’s what it takes for you to stay. I can’t do this without you, none of this means shit to me if you leave. I’ll quit, I’ll tell them the job can get fucked and we can go back to how we were. I’ll change, I’ll do anything, baby, I’m begging you. Just please don’t go. I need you.”

The sorrow on Nick’s face had crushed your soul. You didn’t want this. You never thought in a million years that this was where you and he would end up.

But you couldn’t trust his pleas, the sweet promises too late to mend what had been broken.

“I’m sorry Nick, but I just don’t believe you anymore… I need this, I need you to sign the papers. This is me asking for one last thing from you. Please.. let me go.”

Your gentle, affectionate smile reserved only for him brings him back and reassures his mind that you would never hold it against him. You know exactly what he’s thinking and your eyes tell him so much more than words ever could.

Stop blaming yourself.

Too kind for this world, and definitely too kind for him - your only weakness.

Your tender moment is broken with a stomp of a foot and an ear screeching whine, the easily forgettable presence beside you only becoming noticeable with her cry for attention.

“Nicki-“

“Don't you ever call me that.”

The silence that follows is deafening. Mixtures of shock from both you and the girl, leaving your mouths falling open: her reasoning probably from having someone put her in her place and yours from the protectiveness he places on a name given to him by you.

If Nick notices the rubbing of your thighs underneath your dress, he doesn’t say anything.

After a couple of seconds have passed, his date crosses her arms and looks over to you with venom lining her features as she spits to Nick, “care to introduce me?”

Totally disregarding announcing who the hell she is (unsure himself), he instead focuses on the only person worth talking about. “Um, this is…” he trails off not knowing how to even begin explaining how you know each other, the title of ‘ex wife’ doing no justice to how much you mean to him.

You notice his struggle and decide to help him out, “oh me and Nicki go way back, don’t we, honey?”.

Oh, that tone takes him back for sure.

Nick lets out the biggest smirk, “Yeah, I guess you could say that, îngerul meu.”

There’s a small pause between you as you take in how easily you fall back into the other's charms.

“You look good Nick, really good.”

“Look who’s talking sweets, you always did know how to get me going in a black dress.”

Electric. The passion between you holds no bounds, even after all the time apart. The teasing back and forth. Intense eye contact. A crowd of people around you that you pay no attention to - way too invested in each other to care about anything else.

The abrupt clearing of a throat reminds you that the brat is still here, forgetting about her once again. A lipstick stain on her teeth gets your attention and you visibly cringe. That pink was not doing her any favours.

You look back at your ex-husband, “well, it’s been a pleasure seeing you, Nick. I really hope to bump into you again soon.”

“Is that a promise?”

Your eyes light up, the shared memory holding a special place in both your hearts. You shake your head, amusement in your smile and a thumping heart. He can see the battle going on in your mind - the debate between your head and your heart on whether to run into his arms or force yourself to hold back. You choose the latter, moving to make your way up the stairs with a departing wave, “Bye Nick.”

Panic settles in his chest as the idea of you walking away from him once more makes his head spin.

His heart still breaks when he remembers how tender you were to him, even after all the pain he put you through. Bags only filled with items of sentimental value standing next to you in the hallway.

“I’m not mad at you baby. You gave me the best of you for seven years and that’s more than I could’ve dreamt of…” you took a couple of uneven breaths in composure, needing it to hit home for him exactly why you were doing this, “but somewhere in the last year you got lost, and I can’t damage myself any further trying to bring you back.”

You saw the recognition in his face where he stood, the mental beating he gave himself for not rectifying the marriage sooner. But there was no love lost between you and your overly kind heart had you tell him so.

“I love you, I love you so much and I’m scared of the lengths I would go for you Nick. That’s why I have to go. Because I keep putting you before myself and it’s killing me. It’s not fair to me anymore. I’ve got to start focusing on myself now, do you understand that?”

He did. He understood. The nod he gave as confirmation the only way he could communicate without making this any harder for you.

It was all he could do but watch, a passenger in his own body, as you slowly slid your engagement and wedding ring off your trembling finger and reached for his hand to bring it palm up between them. The sob he let out recognition that he knew what was coming, that this was the end for the both of you.

With reluctance, you dropped both pieces of jewelry into his palm, gently closing your hand over his to squeeze three times before letting go. A final ‘I love you’. He let himself get lost in your eyes one last time, relishing each and every memory you’ve had over the years as he shot you a shaky smile - it’s okay, I know you have to do this.

Tears cascaded down your cheeks, as you stepped forward to place your hands on his cheeks, smoothing your thumbs over his overgrown beard before giving your husband one last slow peck on his chapped lips.

Both of you pull away and touch your foreheads together, savouring the last moments with each other before you separate for good to set out on your own journeys in life - the only time you will have been apart from each other in almost a decade.

Stepping away with your head down, eyes still closed, you turned away from him. The deep breath you took gave you the strength to grab your bags, zone your vision on the door and take the first step to start this new phase on your own. A taxi waiting outside to take you to London for your job transfer at Shield’s new headquarters.

You heard the aftermath of the door closing behind you. The thud audible from outside was enough to imagine the way your husband had crumbled to the floor, legs giving out to fall to his knees in despair.

His cries and whimpers haunted you now and for the rest of your days without him to come.

Nick gets out of his head when you stop on the second step and before going any further, you turn around to face the girl again, honing in on her mouth.

He knows that look - you’re going for the kill.

“Oh! sweetie, before I go, you might wanna wipe the lipstick from your teeth. Can't have you going in like that and ruin poor Nicki’s reputation now can we?”

The embarrassment that colours her cheeks is priceless. Too stunned to do anything else but whip her compact out to viciously scrub the tacky hot pink staining her teeth, missing your smile of victory in rattling her.

Turning to Nick, you throw him a wink and climb the remaining steps to enter the event, sway of your hips hypnotizing him as you fade away.

Always looking after him and always teasing him. He doesn’t remember the last time he smiled like this.

He doesn’t remember the last time his cock was so hard either.

He shakes his head in astonishment. His little firecracker, no different than you were before. He couldn’t believe you were back.

Holy shit… you were back.

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[buckrecs]

𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙚𝙧

masterlist | s.s characters masterlist

ONESHOT

snatch my soul by @buckycuddlebuddy

fixing the wrong he unintentionally caused wasn’t going to be easy, nick knew that, but he was ready to try it with everything he had.

Hell Hath No Fury by @navybrat817

You show Mace that Nick belongs to you.

Christmas Karma by @/navybrat817

Nick doesn't appreciate anyone pushing you around, especially when you're shopping.

Soft Spot by @/navybrat817

Nick has only one soft spot...you.

Sweet Ruin by @jobean12-blog

Is Nick really the kind of man you meet at a bar and go home with?

Fair Play by @/jobean12-blog

After you and Nick finish up your meeting he wants to play a little game. 

Shoot To Thrill by @sweeterthanthis

Most people would expect Nick to be as ruthless in his marriage as he is in every other aspect of his life, but nobody knows Nick like you do. 

Ice Sculpture by @late-to-the-party-81

Nick Fowler x Spoiled Reader

The First and Only Rule by @botnasty

Friends with benefits only have one rule: Don’t fall in love.

Satin and Lace for my lover by @late-to-the-party-221

Nick hasn’t been paying attention to you recently, so it’s really his fault when you act out to get it. Never mind that you know you’re going to enjoy the consequences.

Kiss it Better by @late-to-the-party-81

come with me by @onceuponastory

Nick Fowler's assassination mission was going so well...until he found Y/N hiding in the closet.

Partners In Crime by @navybrat817

A night out with one of your father's most trusted associates puts you on a new and dangerous path.

Changing Room Classic by @sstan-hoe

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

SERIES

Mob by @navybrat817

Nick has the world in palm of his hands. It’s too bad someone wants to destroy it.

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[noctumbra]

𝒔𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍

summary ─ fixing the wrong he unintentionally caused wasn’t going to be easy, nick knew that, but he was ready to try it with everything he had.

pairing ─ ceo!nick fowler x reader

warnings ─ smut, +18, exes to lovers-ish,  dirty talk, pet names, kissing, teasing, light choking, breath play, nick’s a service top ok, mentions of cheating, mace is a bitch lol, breeding kink, fluff

a/n ─ i have finally written a nick fowler fic!! this is for the lady marmalade challenge! i hope you like it! please leave a comment if you do! thank youuu <33

When your friends wanted to drag you out of your apartment after not hearing from you for a week, you knew you couldn’t say no to them. You’ve exhausted, very stressed and a bit depressed for the past couple weeks, but this past week had become even more challenging for you. Things had changed at work: New additions have been made, new managers came in, they changed the whole game, and it left you and all the others you have worked with for a while bone tired.

So, when your friends barged into your apartment and demanded that you were to take a shower and dress up, you did what they told you. Even though you were tired, you also needed a distraction, too. Things were happening and changing very quick, and other than the changes at work, you’ve had some changes in your personal life, too. Losing a boyfriend, for example.

Nick Fowler was an associate of your father’s. They worked together sometimes, and that was how you’ve met. It was formal dinner which you’ve gone to with your father, and he was there for network of his own. He owned a couple companies, most of them were left to him from his family, but there were some that he built it himself.

Nick was tall, handsome, charming and smart as hell. It was very easy to get along with him once you’ve got to know him a bit. He knew what he wanted and what he was doing; it was one of the many reasons why you’ve started to date him. He charmed his way into your life, made you fall in love with him, but then he went and lied to you, said that he was going to away for a business trip while he went to meet up another woman. Mace.

Even the very thought of her name made you seethe all angry and upset. She was this beautiful woman who worked as his second-in-command in one of his companies, and she had been in the way for some time. It broke your heart very much to see that Nick chose her over you, but it somehow didn’t surprise you because Mace was really pretty. Long, wavy red hair, very beautiful green eyes and seductive looks and sharp intelligence… She’s had it all and was actually a better match for him than yourself.

This was where the depression sunk its teeth, you realized and sighed.

“Are you ready yet?” One of your friends yelled from your living room. You cleared your throat and fixed the dress on you, quickly grabbing your shoes before leaving the room.

“Yes,” you answered, your voice came out weak and tired. “I am. Let’s go.” They cheered as they stood up. Sighing one last time, you stepped out of your apartment.

──

The club they brought you was fancy looking, but your friends told you that the real party was happening downstairs. So, after having something to eat so that you wouldn’t get drunk very easily, you made your way downstairs as the bodyguard smirked and showed you the way.

You gasped when you took in the glory of what actually was happening under that fancy looking club.

“Holy shit!” One of your friends shrieked behind you, and you let out a sound of approval because holy shit, indeed.

Colorful lights were everywhere, but it was mostly purple. Shadows were covering the faces of the clients around, but you could see them when you got too close. The bar was larger and better in variety than the one upstairs, and you could see very handsome and freaking pretty men and women tending it. Downstairs was more crowded, louder and alive. For the first time in weeks, you felt giddy and excited.

“Oh my God,” you whispered, pulling on the whoever-was-close-to-you’s arm. All of you walked towards one of the large, empty tables. All the seats were separate, and the table was small─ made for only a handful of glass to be placed on. Eyeing each other, you sat down one of the seats and giggled.

“What kind of place is this?!” Your friend who was on your left screamed excitedly in your ear, and you chuckled.

“I don’t know, you tell me!” You exclaimed back. “You brought me here!” They rolled their eyes and chuckled with you. You looked around, seeing the way people dancing and drinking, laughing and flirting, and you wiggled on your seat. You felt the hope piping up in your chest about tonight.

“Oh my fucking God, no way!” Someone exclaimed, and you turned your head to them with a question mark on your face. “They have─” They started but their words got cut down by a booming voice.

“Welcome, my dears!” They said. Their face was hidden in the shadows, you could only see their silhouette. “This is another day in Lady Marmalade’s, but a special one.” You heard their mischievous snigger, and you held your breath. “Tonight, I have a treat for you.” You could hear the excited whispers going around, but your whole focus was on them. “You’ve been very good to me by coming here almost every day, making me earn my money and pay my employees.” A soft wave of chuckles echoed in the large room. “Now, for your good behavior, you will be rewarded.” They moved forward on the stage, but their face remained hidden in the shadows.

“Tonight, I will be feeding you with deliciousness,” they said and hummed in approval when they heard the whistles. “Men and women who were willing to get along with my plan are going to play with you tonight. You’re going to get kissed, cherished, devoured and,” a soft chuckle escaped from their mouth, “maybe loved. Who knows, right?” You smiled. “Let’s cut the bullshit and get right into it, shall we?” Another round of applause went around, but lasted very short this time.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” they started. “I present you the Yummy Treats from your one and only Lady Marmalade!”

The lights went off for a couple seconds, and then the ones around the stage came back on. You saw men and woman standing on it, and you shivered, excitement running free over your body. You watched descend the stairs, walking towards the crowd slowly but with confident and sensual steps. The lights changed, and you saw their figures more detailed. Men were packed with muscles, blessed with handsome and chiseled jaws. Women were drop dead gorgeous with the curves they had, and it was very obvious that they were comfortable in their skin, too.

“My dears, do give them the best time, will you?” Lady Marmalade said and chuckled darkly. “Enjoy yourselves, my loves,” they added before disappearing into the shadows.

You felt your body tensing up as one of the men approached you slowly but surely. The way they moved reminded you a panther walking up to its prey, and you shuddered violently at the thought. Being preyed on by someone was an idea you’ve never thought before tonight and found hot. Sighing, you continued to watch people going around on their missions: Sitting next to their customers, flirting and teasing them playfully. You smiled. You turned your head to your left just as the man in front of you stopped, his face turned towards you, but you couldn’t see details of his face. Not until the lights changed at that second and revealed his face.

“Nick?” You gasped. Nick smiled down at you. His icy blue eyes were soft but dark, you could see the lust shining in them. “Wha─What are you doing in here?” You asked, stammering a little. He didn’t answer for a few seconds and leaned down, pausing briefly.

“If you want me to switch with someone else, I will,” he whispered in your ear as one of his hands stroked your cheek and ran a finger over your pulse. You shivered. “Just say the word, and I’ll walk away, honey,” he pressed. You exhaled shakily.

“I…” You started, but you didn’t know what to say, to be honest. Your eyes were burning, heart beating really fast, and the urge to flee was very strong. “I…” You tried again. Nick’s finger moved to your collarbone, stroking them gently as he nudged your cheek with his nose. You closed your eyes. It had been so long since you’ve felt his touch on your skin… Swallowing the tears back, you looked at his beautiful eyes. “Don’t stop,” you whispered. Nick’s smile darkened just a bit, and he straightened up, extending his hand.

“Come with me,” he murmured. “They have private rooms in the back, and I booked one before you came here.” You grabbed his hand, a little shocked that he thought out things beforehand, and bid a half-hearted bye to your friends although they looked as occupied as you were.

You followed him through door after door, curtain after curtain, until you’ve reached the room he paid for. There was a very large and comfy looking couch in the middle of the room, and a small bar on the left. You saw a sound system next to the alcohol cases, and you took a deep breath. Once you were in the room, Nick closed the door and locked it. Your eyes found his quickly at the sound of lock.

“It’s just a precaution,” he assured you. “The second you want to leave, you can.” He smiled and left the key on the door. You nodded shakily. You had been in a room like this with him before, but you were flirting heavily at that time, so this one felt a bit weird. Blinking a couple of times, you tried to collect your thoughts.

“What,” you started. “What are you doing here?” You asked him. He was supposed to be a CEO, not a stripper who danced for money. Besides, he had way too much money to waste his nights away in a place like this.

Nick let out a soft chuckle. “I’m not working here, if that was what you wanted to ask,” he murmured softly and paused. “It’s one night only job.” He walked up to the small bar and poured himself a scotch, dropping a couple ice cubes in it. You smiled; some things never change, you thought idly. You caught the guilty look he threw on your way and narrowed your eyes. “Your friends and I had a deal,” he confessed. You gasped.

“You had what?” You frowned. “What deal? What are you talking about, Nick?” He smiled while sipping his drink.

“I missed the way my name fell from your lips,” he muttered. You opened your mouth to argue, but then closed it, not knowing what to say. “I… I wanted to clear things up about what happened between me and Mace.” You narrowed your eyes again, but Nick raised his hand to stop you from talking. “No, listen, I need to explain it, alright? Look…” He took a deep breath and sat down. You had some distance between your bodies, but your body was longing to have his body heat next to yours again.

“Okay, listen. I know you caught me and Mace in a situation that looked like I was cheating on you. I need you to know that it wasn’t. I wasn’t cheating, wasn’t involved with her other than her being my assistant, but…” He sighed. “It’s gonna sound so soap-opera-ish, but it was her setting me up so that she could take her chance at me.”

You frowned and huffed out a chuckle. “So, what, you mean that she made you fly to that private island, had you looking so cozy and made you kiss her?” You huffed out another chuckle, but this one sounded meaner than the first. “You were kissing her, Nick. She was sitting on your fucking lap, and you’re here to tell me that you weren’t cheating on me with your gorgeous assistant? Bullshit.”

Nick sighed. “I know it looks like it, I do!” He grumbled under his breath and dropped his glass on the ground. “Whatever I’ll say, it’s just gonna make things look desperate, but she knew there were people taking photos of us, she arranged it. She threw herself on my lap and started kissing me, and I know there are pictures out there of me where I threw her on the ground.” Nick huffed angrily. “I was already in that island; it was her who came to me.” Standing up, he walked around the room, grumbling something to himself under his breath. It was hard to make out what he was saying.

Then, Nick stopped in the middle of the room. The tension and anger seeping out of him in a blink, his shoulders sagged as he exhaled harshly. “I was there on that island that day because…” He looked at you over his shoulders. His blue eyes were sad and tired, and you felt your heart thud in its chest painfully. “I was getting ready to propose you.”

You felt your breath knocked out of your lungs with a gasp. Your eyes were wide open when they locked with his, and you blinked quickly as if it was a dream to wake up from. “You… Propose?” Nick nodded. He turned around, fell down to his knees in front of you and held your hands.

“Yes, honey,” he whispered. “I was going to propose you on our anniversary. Remember how we made plans to escape to that island during that week? I was going to ask you to marry me, but she came along and fucked it all up.” He sighed deeply. His face got suddenly so tired and old looking. “I wanted everything to be perfect. I tried to reach you after you saw the pics, but your father stopped me.”

“Nick…” You whispered. He smiled.

“It’s hard to believe, I know, but… Can we try again? Please?” He asked. Nick’s beautiful blue eyes were filled with hope, smile wide and face lightened up a bit. “I fired her the moment she pulled that stunt on me on that island. I made sure that she’s away and we’re untouchable, too. She can’t reach us, fuck things up again, or hurt us, honey. I want you back. I… miss you.”

You felt tears rolling down your cheeks as you took a small breath in. “Nick, I…” You wanted to trust him so bad. You wanted to threw yourself into his arms and let him hold you tightly, but something was stopping you. “You really weren’t cheating on me, were you?” You asked him with a small voice. He shook his head.

“I knew you’d have your doubts, so I got the video for you,” Nick explained and pulled his phone out of somewhere. “Me being a private life freak had come in handy, finally,” he grumbled. You chuckled lightly. Sniffing, you inched a bit closer to him. Nick did something with his phone, and a video appeared.

You saw him lounging on the bench. He was missing a shirt, had his sun glasses and beach shorts on, and he was smiling. He looked so serene and happy that your heart burst in your chest with love. Then, you saw the video-Nick move quickly, looking at behind him, he yanked his glasses off. He had a confused look on his face. His lips moved, but there was no sound. It wasn’t needed because after only two seconds, Mace appeared.

You watched her smile so wide, act so coy and say something, and then you watched her flinging herself on Nick’s lap, hands both sides of his face, and kissing him. You clenched your jaw. Where she got the courage to something like this and thought she would get away with it, you didn’t know, but God, did you want to rip her apart for it.

Nick stopped the video after it showed you that he, indeed, threw her on the ground for her antics. “Like I said,” he whispered. You nodded. Nick placed the phone somewhere and turned to you. “I’m sorry that─”

“No,” you stopped him. “I am sorry, I assumed things without listening to you.” Nick smiled. Raising his hand, he stroked your cheek gently. You turned your head towards his hand and kissed his palm. Nick hummed.

“Still,” he murmured. “I hurt you, made you cry and…” He trailed off. “Wanna devour you, worship you, make you mine all over again. So, I’m gonna start by making it up to you like that, okay?” The soft timbre of his voice made you shiver lightly, and you nodded. Smiling, he brushed his thumb over your bottom lip. You swallowed; your tongue poking out to lick the pad of his finger, you bit it gently. You watched his beautiful baby blue eyes got swallowed up by the darkness of his pupils.

“I missed you,” you told him with a quiet voice. Nick smiled fondly at you. You were making his heart beat incredibly fast, and he knew it would only be you who would be able to do that to him. The thought made him feel giddy.

“I missed you, too, baby,” he whispered. He watched you duck your head and smiled bashfully. He really did miss you. His bed was too big and cold for him to sleep in, the living room looked so empty without your books spread around to trip him, and his house was too quiet without you in it. He couldn’t wait to get them all back.

With a dark glint in his eyes, he said: “Now, let’s get to the making it up to you part, shall we?”

──

An hour later in that private room where Nick took you apart all over again had found you whimpering around the panties you wore under your clothing, thighs shaking and hands holding on to the bedpost tightly.

Nick was sweating on you. His chest was bare and face red with all the exertion, hands never leaving you naked body, his lips were kissing the valley of your breasts. You could feel the faint throbbing of the bruises he gave you; the bites on your neck and breasts, stinging pain on your ass cheeks and hickeys all over your inner thighs. Nick wasn’t lying when he said that he was going to devour you.

God, but you missed carrying his marks on your body, to feel them whenever you moved or shivered. You were going to show off those marks proudly tomorrow, you were refusing to hide them.

“So good,” he murmured. “Baby, you’re so good.” You whined. His voice had gone lower, a bit raspier, and it was so sexy. You spread your legs even wider, arching your back to him, you pulled on the rope that was loosely tied around your wrist. Nick chuckled, a dark sound echoing against your skin. You shivered at the feeling.

“What do you want, hm?” He asked, knowing full well that you couldn’t speak. “You want me to eat that lil’ pussy out? Want me to bite your thighs fucking bloody? Or…” He trailed off, eyes locking onto yours immediately. You didn’t break the eye contact while you watched him moving his hand down, down, down with the corner of your eye. “Or, do you want me in this weepin’ pussy?” You moaned, nodding furiously as an answer to his question. Nick smirked.

“Who told you that I was gonna give you whatever you wanted?” He taunted. You whimpering, wiggling on your place. He kissed your tummy, nose nudging the underside of your boob. Then, he lifted his head and took one of your nipples into your mouth, sucking on it harshly and making you threw your head back with a muffled scream.

The hand he moved down found your dripping core. A finger swiped from your slit to your clit, sending a violent shiver down your spine. You whined at the anticipation. Thankfully, Nick didn’t make you wait for too long. As he pressed one thumb on your clit, he plunged two of his fingers in you smoothly. Your eyes rolled back, body arching towards the ceiling even more, you moaned deeply.

“Wish we were at home,” Nick said, pulling back briefly. “I missed hearing you moan for me.” You felt yourself flush as you panted. He smirked at you, sending you a wink, he took your other nipple in his mouth this time. You cursed. His fingers were moving rapidly in and out of you, causing these squelching sounds to echo in the room. You hoped the room had soundproof thingy, otherwise it was going to be awkward when you were walking out of here with Nick’s smug face next to yours.

Nick added another finger while still sucking on your tit. His tongue was poking your nipple occasionally, cheeks hollowing as he sucked and teeth grazed the sensitive skin there─ the one that he abused many minutes ago.

“Miss the way this pussy hugs my fingers, love,” he grunted against the skin of your chest. You looked down at him, whining in approval a little. He kissed your neck. “I missed the way it hugs my cock, too,” he added. You clenched your walls on purpose around his fingers as an answer. He chuckled. “That what you want?” Giving him your best puppy eyes, you nodded. He hummed. Nibbling on the skin over your collarbones, he pressed kisses until his lips were hovering over your slick ones. His fingers were still moving, still fucking you, and you could feel yourself climb the stairs of your orgasm quickly.

“You’re not coming until I say so,” Nick announced and pulled his fingers out of you suddenly. You whined as loudly as you could. He tsked. “No. I went without you for too long, honey, gotta have you clenching on my cock.” You tried to swallow the spit gathered in your mouth as you watched him taking of his boxers. A moan trapped in your throat when you saw how hard he was for you.

It had been so long since you had him in you.

You pulled your knees, assuming the position you had before by spreading your legs, you blinked up at him. Nick’s eyes darkened even more as if it was possible, and he crawled on top of you again.

“So beautiful…” He whispered and kissed your cheek. You sighed happily. “You’re so beautiful, sweetheart. Missed you so much.” He kissed your other cheek. Then, his fingers pulled the wet fabric out of your mouth. “Wanna hear you,” he explained and threw your panties somewhere in the room over his shoulder.

“Nick…” You sighed. He hummed. “Nick…” He shushed you gently. Grabbing your knees, he pulled your legs around his thick waist and laid his naked body over yours. You sobbed lightly at the skin contact. Nick peppered soothing kisses all over your face and neck. You giggled when his light stubble brushed against your tickly spot. He smiled.

He nudged your nose with his, booping you playfully only to make you giggle again. Then, he kissed you on the lips, swallowing your sweet laughter as he poured his love to you into the kiss that he was sharing with you. You sighed deeply into it. You wished you could touch him. Your fingers were itching to ruffle what short hair he had, to run over his back muscles and to hug him tighter against your body.

Nick hummed and, as if he could read your mind, he undid the rope around your wrists. “Touch me,” he whispered. You did, immediately, not missing a beat. He grabbed his cock, lining it and sliding it into you while you held his face closer to your neck and relished the stretch.

“Fuck,” you moaned when he bottomed. “I missed having you in me,” you panted. Nick kissed your pulse, nibbled on the skin there and pulled out only to push back in. You gasped. “You feel so good in me, shit!” Nick moaned at the feeling of your pussy pulling him deeper. It was hungry, and Nick couldn’t wait to feed it with his come. He grunted. “God, so deep,” you moaned at his ear. “You’re in so deep.”

“Shit,” Nick cursed, panting lightly as he picked up the pace. “Oh, honey,” he grunted. “So tight. ‘s hungry, isn’t it?” He asked. His hot breath licking your ear, you shuddered. His tongue poked out to lick over your pulse, from your collarbone to your ear, and you gasped. “Gonna feed it. Gonna feed you. Went so long without feeding her, didn’t I?”

“Nick!” You cried out when he gave you a particularly hard thrust. He growled deep in his chest. “Mm, yes, yes!”

“Gonna feed her with my come,” Nick rasped into your ear. “Gonna watch it pour out of you.” You tightened your legs around his waist, your heels digging into his ass to pull him in even more. “Oh, fuck─ I…” He hummed deeply. “’m gonna breed you, gonna watch you get big and round with my kid,” he whispered hotly. You sobbed out a moan. His cock was moving in and out of you quickly, touching every soft and sensitive spot you had in you and making you lose yourself a little bit more into the pleasure.

You felt his left hand sneak up. His fingers tweaked your nipple, causing you jump and clench around him unexpectedly. He groaned. Then, his hand continued to move up until it found its long-lost home around your throat.

Your eyes fluttered shut when you felt your oxygen flow got cut off more and more with each passing thrust. Nick’s thrust got faster as the hold he had around your throat got tighter. You clawed at his back, dug your nails deep in his skin and clenched your walls around him once more. Nick gasped.

“You gonna look so gorgeous with my kid growin’ in you belly, aren’t ya, honey?” He grunted. “You gonna protect ‘im, bake ‘im there for me and you gonna glow while doin’ that.” He gritted his teeth, he was so fucking close, goddammit. “Shit, shit─ I’m gonna spoil you so much─ oh!”

You felt his balls jerk against your slicked skin and felt his come painting your walls. Nick pulled his hand off your throat. The dizziness hit you like a truck alongside with your orgasm, making you gasp and pant through it. Nick was still thrusting in and out of you, albeit much more slowly now, and breathing against your neck harshly. Your body was trembling all over with the intensity of your orgasm, and you were trying to hold on to Nick with your all might.

“Holy shit,” Nick gasped when he came back to himself after his orgasm faded away. You grunted in approval. Chuckling, he kissed you. You returned his kiss as much enthusiasm as he poured into it. “Goddamn, I missed you so much,” he murmured against your lips after he pulled back. You chuckled.

“Right back at you, love,” you said and smiled at him breathlessly. Nick winked at you and rolled next to you, pulling your body closer to his. You hummed. “We gotta leave at some point, y’know?” You murmured.

“At some point is not now,” Nick grumbled. “Lemme cuddle you a bit.” You huffed out a laugh and snuggled deeper into his embrace. Humming approvingly, Nick cuddled you aggressively until someone knocked on the door to let you know that it was time to go home.

──

Being here on the island where you saw the pictures of him supposedly-cheating-on-you was weird at first, but Nick quickly erased those moments from your mind by making love to you almost anywhere he could. He was being considerate while kissing and loving on you constantly. His hands never left the small bump of your belly as he kissed and declared his love to you over and over again.

It was safe to say that you had very good memories of this island, now. You were leaving it with very nice moments, and you were honestly glad that Nick helped you change your mind on this place because it was a very beautiful place.

“Wish we could live here,” you murmured on your last night. All the windows were open. The cool sea air was filling your bedroom, making the tulles move in elegant ways. You were cuddling Nick on your large and very comfy bed; his bare chest was against your satin covered one and one of his hands were drawing various shapes on your arm while the other rested on your bump.

Nick hummed. “We can,” he whispered. “I would have to leave a couple of times in every two months, but we can live here if you want to.” Then, his hand on bump tightened slightly. “It would be a nice place to raise him until a certain age.” You made a thoughtful noise. You liked the idea of living here but disliked the one where he would have to leave. “We still have time, so think about it, hm?” You nodded, kissing his chest.

Some time had passed while you lay there with him, watching the moonlight hit the shore and the soft waves and listening to the jungle around you. You were getting sleepy, but it was no surprise because at the first trimester of your pregnancy, you were expected to sleep a lot. Nick didn’t mind, said that he loved watching you sleep and chuckled when you called him a creep for it.

“Before we leave,” Nick suddenly spoke up. You startled a little and hummed questioningly. He pulled back slightly, and you whined. Nick smiled. You heard him opening the bedside drawer on his side, and a small box appeared on your sight. You gasped. “The very first reason why I was on this island…” he started. “I’m gonna cut the sappy speech I have prepared and practiced in front of the bathroom mirror,” he continued, and you chuckled with tears in your eyes. “Will you marry me?” He asked, opening the box and revealing the ring in it. You gasped once again, louder than the first one.

“Nick!” You exclaimed. The ring was huge. “I─ Yes! Yes, I’ll marry you, you dumbass!” Nick chuckled nervously. He took the ring out of its box and slipped it on your fingers. “Oh, God,” you whispered. Looking up at him, you saw the love in his eyes. Surging forward, you kissed him passionately. “I love you so much.”

Nick kissed your forehead. “I love you so much as well, honey,” he whispered.

You kissed the night away, holding each other tight and declaring your love over and over again.

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[eclecticpatrolroadlawyer]

We Hate you

Masterlist

Notes: This is the first part.

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

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

Warnings: angst, betrayed, death.

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

Y/n's pov

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

IT WASN'T

YOUR FAULT.

IT WAS MINE,

FOR BELIEVING

EVERY WORD

YOU SAID.

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

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

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[jessybarnes]

Barrel of a .45

Title: Barrel of a .45

Pairing: Nick Fowler x F!Reader 

Rating: 18+ Only! Minors DNI!

Word Count: 1,593

Tags: SMUT, gunplay, rivalry, spitting kink, held at gunpoint, unprotected sex, fingering (female receiving), pet names, dirty talk, choking, hair pulling, implied oral sex (male receiving), Nick is kind of an arrogant asshole, begging, masturbation, fucking against a wall, fucking on a desk, explicit language, and I think that's it.

Written For: @kinktober2022, @anyfandomangstbingo, @anyfandomfluffbingo, @badthingshappenbingo, and @sebastianstanbingo

Square(s) Filled: Gun Play For Kinktober // N4 - Rivals For AFG Angst Bingo // G2 - Spy VS Spy For AFG Fluff Bingo // B2 - Held At Gunpoint For Bad Things Happen Bingo // B2 - Spitting Kink For Sebastian Stan Bingo 

Beta(s): T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza 

The familiar sound of a slide racking back and releasing echoes through the dimly lit room. You already know who it is before you turn around. It's him. 

It's always him. 

"I was starting to think you weren't going to show." 

Nick takes two steps toward you, the clicking of his dress shoes reverberating off of the walls around you. He moves into the light and you hate that your heart hammers against your chest. It's not because you think he's intimidating, no, you were confident you could take him in a fight. 

It's because he's beautiful. 

You put your hands on your hips and he smirks at you. "What and miss a chance at seein' you, sweetheart? You know I can't pass that up." 

His tone teeters on the edge of truth and sarcasm and his stupid little nickname for you shouldn't have the effect on you that it does. 

"Save it, Fowler," you scoff. "Just hand over the flash drive so I can leave." 

Nick tilts his head slightly and moves even closer into your space. You're nearly toe to toe and it takes more willpower than you care to admit to keep from looking him up and down. 

"Ah, yes, the flash drive…see, I could give it to you," his fingertips brush your cheek and you flinch away, "but what do I get out of this, hm?"

"You get to walk out of here alive. I won't ask you again. Give it to me." 

His smile widens, "you don't look like you're in much of a position to be makin' threats, sweetheart."

It's then you realize that he's backed you into a wall. You instinctively reach for your holster, but he anticipates that and catches your wrist. 

"Ah, ah, ah…not so fast, Y/N." The barrel of his gun tilts your head back as it rests under your chin. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." 

He pins your wrist above your head with his free hand and you try to squirm out of his hold. 

"Let…go…of me!" 

He chuckles and shoves his leg between your thighs, and the way your breath hitches doesn't go unnoticed. 

"I don't think you mean that, sweetheart." Nick's eyes dance over you, taking in your flushed skin, heavy breathing, and the wet spot on his leg; he knows exactly what he's doing to you. "I think," he leans down to whisper in your ear, "you secretly enjoy our little rendezvous." 

His knee grazes your clit and you gasp. "You can tell me it's not true, but your body doesn't lie, Y/N." 

"Fuck you!" 

Nick pushes the barrel deeper against your skin and hovers his lips just above yours. "If you really want me to stop then just say the word, baby…But I think you want this just as bad as I do." 

His kiss is fierce and dominating and combined with the friction from his knee and the way the end of his gun bites into your skin you can't help but moan into his mouth. 

Nick trails the barrel along the column of your throat and over one of your nipples and you buck your hips when his teeth scrape along your jaw. 

"I knew you wanted me, princess. You hide it well, but when the CIA trains you to read people, well, you pick up on things easier than the average person." 

"Just shut up and fuck me!" 

The hand that's holding your wrists grabs your chin, "not with a smart mouth like that  I won't. Come on, what's the magic word, Y/N?" 

His tone is both condescending and playful and you hate that you love it. God, it's infuriating how the rivalry you two share does nothing to avert the thick sexual tension you've always had. 

Now that your hands are free, you try to reach for his pockets to find what you came here for, but he surprises you again and returns the gun to your neck. His trigger finger rests on the slide as he runs it up the side of your face and across your parted lips. 

"Stop trying to figure a way out of this, and do as you're told." He watches your eyes narrow and continues, "if you want something from me, then you have to ask me nicely." 

"I want the damn flash drive, Fowler!" 

"And I'll give it to you." His knee bumps your clit again and this time you gasp. "I'll also fix your other problem too, but you have to say please." 

You don't want to. God, you don't want to give in, but your arousal is starting to cloud your judgment. You try moving again but it only adds to the delicious pressure against your core. 

"Y/N. I can feel how wet you are. You're making a mess all over my pants, baby. I know you wanna do it." He dips his head down and grazes his teeth along the shell of your ear, "say it." He whispers.

God, you can't take it anymore!

"Please! Fuck…just please fuck me!" 

"Now, was that so hard?" He smirks and holsters his gun. "I knew you could be a good girl for me." 

Good girl … Those two words should be a crime coming out of his mouth. You finally give in and whimper when his fingers replace his knee.

"Nick… please!"

"Oh, we're on a first-name basis now too? Baby, I would have fucked you sooner if I knew how pretty my name sounded coming out of that pretty little mouth."

You let out a long, needy moan as he moves your panties to the side and shoves two of his fingers into your soaked cunt. He fucks them in and out of you quickly while he sucks and bites at the skin below your ear. 

"Is this what you wanted, princess? My thick fingers stuffing your greedy little hole. See what happens when you're good? Good girls get rewarded."

"Fuck, please…please just make me cum!" 

"Not yet, Y/N," he pulls his hand away and brings them to your lips. "Clean these off for me, and you'll get what you want, baby." 

You close your lips around his fingers and roll your tongue over them. Nick's eyes darken, his other hand pushing your skirt above your hips. 

"Mmm, you look so good with something in your mouth. Next time I want these pretty, pink lips wrapped around my cock."

"Nick, I swear if you don't fuck me right now-"

He grabs your throat and pushes your head back, "you better watch your tone, sweetheart, or I'll have to make you." His other hand shoves his dress pants and boxers down until they're pooling at his ankles. 

"On second thought, maybe I should fuck the attitude out of you." 

He grabs himself at the base and slides the tip between your folds making you shudder. 

"Bet you'd like that wouldn't you? Being fucked so deep until you're a drooling, babbling mess." 

Whatever sassy remark you had ready to fire back at him is gone as soon as he snaps his hips up, filling you completely. Nick picks you up and uses his weight to push you against the wall and you swear it makes him go deeper. 

"Oh, fuck!" 

He doesn't go easy on you, fucking you so hard and fast that you see stars. The already burning arousal in your core erupts into a blazing inferno and the euphoric feeling of him inside you is nothing you've ever felt before. 

Nick pulls out of you and turns around with you still wrapped around his waist. You don't even have time to complain about the empty feeling because in the next second he pushes everything off the desk behind you, lies you down, and shoves himself back inside of you. 

He plants his left hand beside your head and grips your throat with the other, pistoning his hips at an impossible pace while you cry out for more.

"That's right, scream for me. Take me fuckin' deeper, princess." 

His hand moves from around your neck to cradle your cheek, his thumb putting pressure on your lower lip. 

"Open."

You part your lips and watch as a trail of spit falls into your mouth. He collects a small amount that landed on your chin and presses it onto your tongue. 

"Swallow."

You suck on the pad of his finger and your eyes roll back when his flared tip grazes your spot. 

"Fuck, what a good fucking girl…look at you, sweetheart. Such a pretty sight seeing you laid out underneath me, all pliant and dumb from my cock. Are you gonna cum, Y/N? Gonna cum all over for me?"

You nod and reach down to rub your clit, your eyes watery from the intensity of your approaching release. 

"Nick! Oh, my fu- oh, god!"

"Yeah, rub that fucking clit, princess. Make this tight, little pussy cum on my cock." 

Your back arches off the desk and with one final flick of your wrist you tumble over the edge into bliss. 

Nick grunts and shouts as your walls flutter around him, his release seconds after yours. 

You're still shaking as he cleans up and tucks himself back into his dress pants. Nick reaches into his pocket and tosses a small silver flash drive onto your heaving chest.

"A deals a deal, sweetheart. I'm sure we'll see each other again." He smirks, his eyes are still dark with authority and lust.

"And next time I wanna fuck that filthy mouth of yours."

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[buckysswinter]

☽ angst|❁ dark|♡ fluff|✧ smut (18+)

sebastian stan

lee bodecker

right where you left me ☽

all you had to do was stay (pt 2 to right where you left me) ☽ ♡

carter baizen

cruel summer ☽ ✧

the way i loved you (pt 2 to cruel summer) ☽ ✧

frank (!eb)

‘tis the damn season ✧ ☽

last time (pt 2 to ‘tis the damn season) ♡ ✧

nick fowler

never ending story (mini series) ☽

mickey henry

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[chaashni]

Dollar, Dollar Bills

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Almost.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nick had other plans.

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

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

They had something you could never.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You could almost feel the handprint form on your ass.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now's your time.

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

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

"I'm never gonna leave, babygirl."

"Liar."

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

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

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

"Good -fucking- girl."

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[holylulusworld]

Fool me twice

Summary: You meet the man of your dreams.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, betrayal?, lies, implied smut, plot twist (kinda), secrets, the reader doesn't know Bucky is with the mafia

A/N: Inspired by a post I saw on social media about a spicy legend.

Maybe there will be more. I don't know yet.

Five months earlier, …

Who would have thought that you’d meet the man of your dreams at McDonald’s after a drunken escapade with your best friend.

You yelled at one of the employees, demanding food. “I need a spicy legend!” 

“I’m right here, doll!” Someone yelled back, making you squeal. “Try me!”

“I want the same,” your friend slurred and jumped at the employee, peppering kisses all over the poor guy’s face. “Are you spicy too?” She purred and shamelessly wrapped her arms around his neck.

The poor employee tried to handle your friend while the guy strolled toward you. He flashed you an irresistible smile and captured your heart with his soft blue eyes.

“How about I invite you for coffee before you get a taste of my spiciness?” He offered and held out his hand. “You look like you need it.”

“I can’t leave my friend here,” you replied and pointed at your friend. “Oh, shit. Wait…” You gasped as your friend started to strip her shirt off. “Fuck, babe! You can’t do this here!”

Suddenly, sober you stopped your friend from stripping and apologized to the employee. 

“I wanna ride him! He looks ready to get eaten,” she whined and tried to get her hands on the guy, but you dragged her away. “Please.”

“No, [BFFs name], we gotta get you out of here!”

“Can I lend you a hand,” the stranger offered. His smile was charming, and you felt your cheeks heat up. But he was still a stranger. “I won’t bite, promised.”

“She likes it when a guy bites her!” Your best friend exclaimed loudly. “Bite her neck and she’ll come like a … uh… waterfall!” 

“That is enough [BFFs name]. We don’t know him.” You guided your friend out, ignoring that the cocky guy followed you outside.

“Hey, don’t just run off. Give me your number,” he softly said. “I know you just met me, but I’d like to invite you for coffee.”

You sighed deeply. He was a very handsome guy and seemed to be nice. The problem was you fell for nice guys in the past. In the end, they never were nice guys.

“No.”

“Give him your number, babe,” your friend slurred. “Here!” She threw her purse at him. “My code is 6666!” Your friend grinned. “Her name is Y/N Y/L/N. You can call her doll, though. Save her number and call her tomorrow.”

“I like your friend,” he chuckled as you slapped the back of your friend’s head. “Don’t hurt her. She means well.”

“I want her to get laid!” Your friend grinned at the stranger. “I hope you can dick a girl down like there is no tomorrow.”

“Oh, sweets. I will destroy her,” he replied, smirking darkly. “In a good way, of course…”

Five months later you and the stranger you met are going steady.

He’s charming, irresistible, and yes, he loves to destroy you. Only in the best way possible - of course.

“Bucky, why not,” you whine and tug at his wrist. “I promised my mom we would meet up with her for lunch. You can’t cancel now.”

“Babe, I got an important meeting. I’m sorry, but I can’t cancel the appointment. I wanted to go with you, I swear.”

You sniff, and let Bucky wrap you in his arms. “Next time.”

“Next time.”

He kisses your hair and sighs deeply. It’s one of these days. On these days he’s still a caring boyfriend, but a little more distant. 

“I love you,” you whisper, and he kisses your temple. But he doesn’t say it back. Not today. Maybe tomorrow he’ll return it.

“Doll, you gotta see this,” Bucky shows you a picture he took of you while you were sleeping. He smirks at you, making your heart flutter. “You looked so pretty, I had to take a picture.”

“I’m drooling.” You punch his arm. “It’s creepy taking pictures of me while sleeping.” 

“I love you and want to memorize every moment with you.”

Today is a better day. He smiles more and tells you he loves you. “I love you too. Maybe next time you can come with me and finally meet my mom. She’s nice, you know. I want her to see how happy you make me too.”

“Wait…you wanted me to meet your mom?” He furrows his brows. “Shit, did I forget a date? I’m sorry.”

“What? Bucky, did you forget that you told me last week you wouldn’t make it? You said something about an important meeting.”

“Oh, yeah!” He scratches the back of his head. “The meeting. Sorry, this week was hell. I forgot about it. Next time, I’ll be there. Promised, doll.”

“Okay,” you snuggle into his chest. “I hope you don’t take more pictures.”

“I can’t promise anything,” he chirps and pats your back. “I’m really sorry that I forgot about the date with your mom.”

Bucky searches for his phone, and curses under his breath. “Babe, did you see my phone.”

“On the nightstand. I recharged it for you, baby,” you poke your head out from inside the bathroom. “Why don’t you join me in here?” You crook your finger and try to lure him in.

“Sorry, I’m late,” he dips his head to look at you. “I wish I had more time.” Bucky bites his lower lip. “If only I could…”

“You can always take a day off, baby,” you purr, and drop the towel covering your modesty. “If you want me to, I’ll call your boss and tell him you need more time for your girlfriend.”

He runs his hands over his thighs, considering you. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he drops the keys in his hands and cups your face. Bucky kisses you fiercely. He moans into your mouth. “I can’t resist you…”

“Bucky? Baby? Oh my god,” you gasp watching your boyfriend limp inside the living room. He’s got a black eye, and his nose is bleeding. Blood soaked his white shirt, and his knuckles are split and bloody.

“It’s nothing,” he shakes his head. “You shouldn’t have seen me like this. I got into a fight and …” Bucky runs one hand down his face. “You should see the other guy.”

“How did you get into a fight at the office?” You carefully touch his face. “Bucky, tell me what happened. I don’t think you got into a fight over a stapler or paperwork. This looks like you tried to kill someone.”

You grab his hand and lift it. “I’m so sorry…” He sniffs. “I thought…back then it was…shit…you’ll hate me.” Bucky cups your face with both hands, wincing at the sting of his wounds.

“I don’t understand, Bucky. What is going on?” Your heart thunders in your chest. Something is off with Bucky tonight, and you fear it’s worse than split knuckles and a black eye. “Please. You’re scaring me.”

“He should’ve stayed with you. And protect you while I’m away,” he drops his gaze and sniffs again. “I didn’t want him to fall in love with you too.”

“BUCKY, I don’t understand a single thing. Did you lose your mind?” You look at Bucky with teary eyes. “This morning you were so happy, and we made love. Now you look like you got thrown under the bus. Please tell me what happened.”

“He wanted me to keep an eye on you for him.” You scream as Bucky’s spit image steps inside the room. He’s wearing the same suit he wore this morning. 

“No…no…” you chant and step away from Bucky. “This can’t be. No…I…no…” you shake your head. 

“He shouldn’t have fallen for you, or touched you,” Bucky reaches out for you but, you slap his hand away. “It was for your protection. Every time I couldn’t be here, with you, Nick kept you safe.”

“Kept me safe?” You angrily wipe a stray tear away. “Did keeping me safe include fucking me?”

“It was only this once,” Nick hastily says. “I found an excuse to not touch you…” He licks his lips. “This morning you broke my resolve, and we ended up…” Nick shakes his head. “I’m sorry…so sorry, babe. I never wanted you to find out this way.”

“I hate both of you,” you choke out. “And I never want to see any of you again…”

Double the trouble

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[buckyalpine]

I was just binge reading on your page and I looove everything you write ! Can I be a little shit and bring the angst back ??😂 Bucky fucking his girlfriend’s best friend at a party and reader not even finding out … just blissfully unaware that two of her closest people spend the better part of the night flirting and eventually fucking …

Bucky cheats

LMFAO GOD PLSSS. Okay, lets say for some reason, Bucket got out of his cage and is on the lose, hes balls deep in y/n's best friend. They're upstairs, the door is locked, so theres little chance of getting caught. There's no reason for Bucket's behavior because y/n is an angel. She's minding her own damn business all night, enjoying herself, she has no idea that when her boyfriend went to "grab a drink", that was code for him to sneak off and find your best friend, the two of them giddily making their way upstairs after flirting with each other the entire night when you were not looking. During moments you were there, they were sneaking glances at each other, smirking, lip biting, eyes trailing down each other.

Anyway, Bucket makes me sick, so lets say eventually you do find out a few days later. After crying your heart out, those sweet doe eyes he loves so much disappear. You're no longer his sweet y/n.

Imagine his surprise when you're ex is hanging around you again, and you make a show of it, brining him around the team, talking about rekindling old feelings.

Your ex is a delicious menace. and now so are you.

Imagine Bucky's face when he's up yet another night crying over you, getting a text, message hoping you've changed your mind. Only to find an video with your face hidden, however that is DEIFENTLY your voice. Your pussy is swallowing your ex's cock, his thick length covered in your creamy slick. Your practically sobbing, begging for him to give it to you, and give it to you he does. His cum is dripping out of you while he continued to pound you.

"Don't let daddy's cum go to waste angel"

"So good Nick" you slurr out before the video cuts off, and-

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[filthycagedsoul]

hunting down the vampire lord!nick fowler

*pics are from pinterest and google

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[dilemmaontwolegs]

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

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

Freedom {2} || Nick Fowler

Read part one here

Angst!

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

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

You had to stick to your routine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Because you are mine.” 

“Were,” you corrected.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“They treated me better than you did.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“999, what’s your emergency?”

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

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

“999, what’s your emergency?”

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

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

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[thevillainswhore]

A Second Chance: Part 1

Pairing: Ex-Husband!Nick Fowler x Ex-Wife!Reader

Summary: Love just wasn’t enough to keep your marriage together - Nick’s restless ambition to get the promotion in his career ended up driving an everlasting wedge between the two of you, and resulting in divorce. But when you come back home to New York after three years away in London, can Nick win back your heart?

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: Mentions of s-exually explicit content, flashbacks, lots of fluff, maybe a tiny bit of angst? nothing too huge (yet).

A/N: Beta’d by @sgt-seabass, headers made by @saradika - so excited to be able to share my first story with you all! I had so much encouragement and support to begin writing and I appreciate it so much 💗 this is part one! not sure how many parts there will be altogether, but we go with it anyway 🤣 hope you enjoy!

People often asked Nick if he had heard of you before.

An Agent Recruitment Officer for Shield - hand picked by Fury himself for your hard ass attitude, along with a talent for training basic, low-level recruits and transforming them into the best agents anyone had seen.

A true force to be reckoned with.

Your name was in the whispers of the high-ranks of the CIA, impressed enough with your work ethic for offers to be thrown at you to join their team, only for you to politely decline ‘due to your loyalty to your own agency’. So of course Nick - a higher class CIA agent in the running for a director promotion at the time - had heard of you. The legend bestowed upon you didn’t allow many to wonder who you were.

But he would never forget the first time he met you.

A private gala to celebrate the new batch of Shield Agents cleared for active duty was an annual event - members from all agencies serving to protect invited too. Congratulations had been given to those who had completed the extensive year long training in order to serve the public and thank you’s for a successful year were designated to those who made it all possible.

That’s when Nick encountered you for the very first time - the spotlight directed onto you with applause for your groundbreaking achievements in training. The high slit of your silk black dress teased the side of your thigh enough to let his imagination run wild, ‘V’ neckline cutted down below your breasts, complimenting the shape of your body. Transfixed was appropriate to describe how he felt, your aura called to him like a siren to a sailor.

Nick needed you. The fixation he had harbored for you in such a short time should have frightened him, but he had already fallen too deep into your spell to ever want to come up for air.

As the live band music played after the end of the announcements, he set his champagne down onto the nearest surface without ever taking his eyes from you. Smoothing down the lapels of his jacket, he took off into your direction, his strides confident as he observed you catch his eye. Power oozed from you as you lifted your hand to halt the conversation with your group of friends.

There was interest in your gaze - Nick knew he was a very attractive man, the raise in your brow as you gave him a once over - evidence that you knew he was enchanting too.

He wasn’t afraid to use that to his advantage.

Nick stopped directly in front of you, your body fully turned to face him - a routine occurrence with men throwing themselves at you often. Intense eye contact was held between the two of you, your refusal to be any kind of submissive caused a tent to form in his trousers. Fuck, he had never met anyone like you.

You were dangerous and he loved it.

Nick sensed that the pair of you had gathered an audience of your co-workers, drawn to the spectacle he assumed was common for you at this point, and decided to be the one to cut the tension. “Hey. I just wanted to come over to congratulate you on your performance this year, Agent. Very impressive, if I do say so myself.”

A flash of disappointment crossed your face - you were expecting more from him. He needed to play his cards right. You didn’t need anyone, let alone a man, to tell you how you were doing your job - already fully aware of your excellence.

The tigress in you came out to play, “Yeah, well, you wouldn’t be the first to tell me that.”

If Nick were a regular man he would have cut his losses there. “Is that so, hm?” He questioned as he followed up with an invitation. “Well, can I be the first to ask for the pleasure to take you out to dinner?”

An amused huff of air broke free from your lips as you angled your head in dismissal, “and what makes you so sure I’d be interested in you? I don’t even know your name.” The women surrounding you started to snicker, jokes passed between themselves at your jab, expecting yet another stranger who wanted to try their luck with you to fumble and walk away in embarrassment like they all did.

But that was the thing. Nick wasn’t like the others. And he knew now that he had set his sights on you, there was no way he was going to be fool enough to let a woman like you slip through his fingers.

So, with unwavering confidence and no falter in his stance for your disregard, his eyes trailed salaciously up and down your form as he licked his lips - that damn smirk almost gave you whiplash when he smoothly replied back with, “oh sweetheart.. I’ll make sure you know my name by the end of the night. In fact, I can assure you that everyone in this building will know it too.”

Your eyes dilated as the rest of the world blurred around the both of you, the genuine surprise at his cockiness in your features was subtle along with the tiny gasp you let escape.

You would soon realise that Nick didn’t miss a thing.

He could tell no one had ever caught you off guard like that before - he wished more than ever to be able to know what you were thinking.

But, for now, you quickly shook back your composure, and he admired your unwillingness to lose the fiery game you were playing.

It seemed you had finally met your match.

Rivalling his smirk with a menacing one of your own, you bit your plump crimson lip, and it took all of Nick’s strength to hold back his groan, imagining that same shade of red decorating a ring around his cock - which proved to be more difficult when your honeyed drawl snapped him out of his dirty thoughts. “Is that a promise, handsome?”.

And right then, was the exact moment Nick knew he was gonna marry you.

He already established from his first glimpse of you that you were a fierce powerhouse with a rare beauty you wouldn’t find often in a lifetime. But your teasing back and forth and indescribable pull solidified the conclusion in his mind that one else would ever stand a chance to compete, could ever hope, to live up to your standard.

He was hooked. And soon enough, he hoped you would be too.

Nick often thought back on that night with fondness, monumentally grateful for the chance to have met you and bask in your presence. You really did change his life in the most perfect way imaginable, the glint from his wedding ring confirming agreement.

“Fowler, let’s go. You’re gonna be late.”

Snapping the ring box shut, he places the treasured jewelry back into his safe and locks it shut, sighing with resignation at the reminder of what’s awaiting him tonight.

“Oh don’t you take your strop out on me mister, I’m not the one who agreed to this.”

He levels his assistant with a deadpan look. It’s a good job he likes Elsie. She’s one of the only people who can get away with talking to him like that, uncaring of his brooding nature that everyone else tends to avoid. She’s stuck with him for two and a half years now, the sweet middle-aged lady full of fire with a need to boss him around.

Huh, reminds him of someone else.

He stands up, grabs his blue velvet suit blazer from the back of his chair to slide through his arms, and buttons it up, reaching under his shirt collar when done to tie the undone bow.

After a few failed attempts, Elsie steps forward with a fond shake of her head and smacks his hands away, perfecting it first try with years of experience.

“What would you do without me eh, kid?” Nick strives to keep a smile from reaching the surface, but he can’t help the genuine laugh that escapes him at her antics. Happy for that little bit of relief she gives him in the impending chaos.

She’d seen all the highs and most definitely all the lows of Nick in the whirlwind of the last three years. So much has happened that time seems to have flown by and yet dragged on too. But he’s a better man because of it - the vow he fulfilled to get his shit together after everything went downhill, seen through.

He’s proud of himself.

He likes to think you would be too.

That didn’t mean he was looking forward to his fate for the night. An invitation from Tony Stark accepted for his latest convention to showcase the most recent technology and gadgets available for order to relative agencies who were clean - he was actually excited about that part.

The worst part of his night would be playing lovey dovey to his ‘date’ (translate to spoiled brat) - a media stunt arranged by his publicist to try and restore his name in the world. Delusional. But he made a promise to be on his best behaviour to Elsie, and Nick makes good on his promises. He respected her too much not to.

So, with the balance of chivalry and the need to bite his tongue to keep from snapping, treading a thin line, he holds the car door open for the girl who’s name he can’t remember for the life of him, and plays his part - zoning out from her incoherent babble on the way to the event in the farce of being a good listener.

Instead he lets his mind wander off to another memory of the past - to some of the best days of his life - lips curving up into a gentle smile, as he lifts his right thumb to stroke over the left side of his chest.

The three months since Nick first met you had been nothing short of amazing. The dinner dates. The flowers he had delivered to you at least once a day with dirty teases written on hidden notes, overflowing your office and making those jealous of you seethe. Nick had not fallen short of wooing you, your heart willingly falling into the palm of his hands for him to take care of.

And so most people would be shocked to know that the two of you only had sex for the first time last night. Heated makeouts as you grinded against his cock on his lap, panting into the others mouth in hot desperation were no stranger to the end of your date night routine. But Nick was determined to prove he wanted your heart too, not just your body - he craved to understand your mind.

He was down bad for you and wasn’t ashamed for anyone to know it.

So, as he laid in bed the morning after your passionate night together, admiring how at peace you seemed snuggled into his chest, he noticed the ruby red lipstick mark printed perfectly on his skin above his heart.

An idea sprung to mind, needing no second consideration as he called his tattoo artist, requesting an urgent home visit and a hefty price offer.

Quiet footsteps towards the open doorway gave away your quest to see where your lover had disappeared to and he couldn’t help the smile growing on his face he tried to hide under the pretense of not knowing you were there. But Nick saw you from the corner of his eye, shock paralysing your body, as he leaned back in his expensive leather chair, tattoo needle inking his skin with the finishing details of the shape of your lips, your name in cursive taking place right next to it.

It was no surprise to him to hear you blurt out the first thing that came to mind.

“You’re fucking crazy, Nicki”.

He simply looked up at you, walking towards him with his unbuttoned shirt hung loose over your shoulders, something close to awe in your eyes and waved his hand in signal for the artist to leave.

With you and Nick alone, you brought your body to stand between his spread legs, lifting your pointer finger to delicately trace his new addition, goosebumps following the scrape of your nail. It fit so well, almost like it should have been there all along.

He rested his chin on your stomach, those big hands that eagerly touched every part of you, caressed the back of your thighs. Mischief in his eyes, he suddenly swiped your legs from under you, the deep chuckle at your startled squeal making your bare pussy drip against his crotch.

Content with you straddled in his lap, he deposited a single kiss to the curve of your neck, trailing his lips against your skin to whisper pure Romanian honey directly into your ear.

“Nebun după tine, îngerul meu.” - Crazy about you, my angel.

The screech of the car tires snaps Nick out of his daydream. Wishing he could go back to that moment in time, he looks out of the window to see they’ve arrived, flashing lights and red carpet triggering the anxiety that’s rippled through him at the thought of doing these events since he started coming alone.

Maybe if he had you by his side again, he would enjoy it.

“Are you going to get out or not?”. The irritating high pitched drone of his companion grates on him.

He doesn’t even try to cover up the huge sigh he lets out as he begins to step out of the car.

It was going to be a long night.

A/N: I know i mentioned posting Bucky fic first but this popped up out of nowhere! Buckys coming very soon, but I loved writing this and couldn’t wait to get it out 😅 also I posted this on mobile, so if anything looks out of place or weird, please let me know! thank you 😌

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[sosa2imagines]

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[eclecticpatrolroadlawyer]

We Love You (Alternate ending)

Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

We Hate you // Ruin

Flashback

Nick's pov

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

Present

Y/n's pov

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nick's pov

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

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

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

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

Y/n's pov

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

all she's ever wanted

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

'everything will be alright'

and to believe them

and all he's ever wanted

was to look back

and see in her eyes

that it was true.

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[imaginedreamwrite]

Like My Father: Part 7

Ari turned his attention to the clock sitting on the wall, studying the second hand as it seemed to move backward in a test of his patience and the seeping aggravation that was settling into his skin. It was time for you to come home, time for you and him to start going over the plan for your takeover and yet you were late.

Not only had you been late, but he hadn’t heard from Curtis, Bucky or Jefferson and Ari was moments from hunting them down himself. He was mere moments from withdrawing himself from one of the studies in your father’s estate and crossing the marble floor of the lobby toward the front door armed with his Luger until he had found you.

Ari was almost to that point when he had picked up on the soft click of the door opening and closing followed by the soft shuffle of bare feet against the cool grey marble. He had placed his hands upon the dark stained armrests of the chair he was sitting in and pushed himself to stand, his teeth grinding as the footsteps were about to sneak past the study until Ari had cleared his throat.

The footsteps had stopped and the rise of your scent had become a telltale sign of your simultaneous surprise and anticipation. You had known you were late and you were trying to slip by as if he wouldn’t have noticed your presence and descent upon the estate so late.

“Y/N.” Ari had cracked open the door and glanced out at the hall. He was watching you with slightly narrowed eyes and a stern frown on his face, attempting to keep himself together despite how cute you looked with widened eyes and parted lips, like a teen getting caught sneaking back in.

“Ari.” You swallowed thickly and flicked your attention past him toward the study, and the impending conversation you were going to have because you knew you would be in some kind of trouble.

“You’re late, Y/N.” Ari settled his hands into his pockets while he studied you and how you were dressed, in designer pieces that Jefferson had no doubt picked out yet they weren’t together in the set they had come in, a clear choice made by you to mix designers. “You were supposed to be here over an hour ago.”

“Well, I am the boss, right? Doesn’t it start when I get here?” Your sheepish and strained smile was tight your attention darted between him and the hallway you were trying to sneak down, away from him and the study.

“You’re not the boss yet.” Ari clicked his tongue against his teeth fully and affectively breaking, at least partly. “Honey…”

“I’m sorry, okay. Fuck, I’m sorry for being late but I’m tired and I’m weary and I just…Jefferson made me get to another seven places to go and pick out another half-full wardrobe and then he tossed half of them into his studio to upgrade…” You raised your hands and curled your fingers to emphasize the word upgrade.

“Come on,” Ari had placed his hand upon your arm and gently tugged you closer to the study, “I’ll make it quick, alright? And then you can go to bed.”

“I could always go to bed now and we could pick it up in the morning,” you started the argument while stepping through the door, your heels clicking softly against each other as you shifted them from the left hand to the right.

“Sit down, sweetheart.” Ari had directed you to one of the chaises in the study and waited until you had sat upon the far end away from him before he had sat opposite of you.

He waited until you had settled upon the comfortable red cushions, with your feet tucked under you and the heels you had been worn discarded on the floor, and as you were stilling yourself, Ari had leaned forward and intertwined his fingers.

“You need to listen to me,” Ari drew your attention back to him, his eyes studying you with growing affection, adoration and yearning, “we are all here for you and we all want you to succeed. I know you’re getting tired and you think it’s a lot but you need to know this before you take over. You will have a lot of alphas looking down on you because you’re an omega.”

“I know this, Ari. I know that I will have people doubting me.” You were not denying the fact, nor were you denying his insistence that you need to know the ins and outs.

“No sweetheart, I don’t think you understand.” Ari’s voice was wavering on the edge of protective and proactive animosity toward the unseen threats and the urgency to drill as much as he could into you. “It’s not just them doubting you, it’s them believing there is an opportunity to completely take over.”

“Kill me? They’re going to try and kill me?” Your heart skipped a beat, your breath becoming hitched the longer you had thought about the meaning behind the words, the message that he would not inherently give life to.

“There are many people who are loyal to your father and who will follow you as well because they respect him. However, there will be some who will see this as an opportunity to take a shot at the empire your father has built. You are at risk because you are omega and others will see you as weak.” Ari stretched out his hand and settled it upon your own, the warmth from his hand atop yours was little comfort to you, not when the gravity of the situation had been made ever clearer to you.

It was a sudden realization that had been the first catalyst to make your voice shake and your vision start to blur with the sudden emergence of tears that pricked the corners of your eyes. It was the startling seriousness and gravity of what could happen to you, that had driven you to bite down on your bottom lip as you had become preoccupied with your thoughts and the seeds of doubt.

“Y/N look at me,” Ari had squeezed your hand and through blurry vision, you had cast your attention on him again, “I promise you that we are going to do everything we can to make you succeed. If you know your potential enemies and you’re prepared for what gets thrown at you-“

“What do I need to know? Tonight you wanted to talk to me about something.” You pulled your hand away from his and settled it back on your right thigh, yanking on the material of your dress as if it was a stress ball. “What are we doing?”

“We’re going to talk about the potential threats.” Ari had leaned back against the chaise he was sitting on, and lifted one hand to the back of the sofa, grasping a file that had been balancing on the edge. “These are the men you have to worry about most.”

Ari had folded back the front of the manila folder and tucked the front under the back exposing the stack of paper held together by a binder clip attached at the top of the pages. There could have been easier ways to talk to each other about what happened, Ari could have very easily shown you the files via a tablet or the desktop and yet he had chosen paper copies likely to have a physical copy of the files on potential threats who wouldn’t take your takeover with eagerness and instant support.

It wasn’t just Ari who was concerned about the backlash and the attempts to take over the empire for themselves by eliminating or undermining you. It was the potentiality for threats that had driven both Nick and Ari to increase levels of speculation about who was around and who was doing business with your father.

Both were willing, waiting, to see who had to be cut out. It was a necessary step that would help secure your future and steer the organization you were set to take over in the right direction.

“Did my father need to worry about them?” You raised the question and turned your head, unable to look at Ari as you were overcome with emotion with a flip of a switch.

The days leading to the first real discussion between you and Ari about the business had commenced. Minutes, hours and days had bled into weeks and months, the days were filled with various training modules that were meant to make you prepared for the takeover.

You had an entirely new wardrobe and a vanity full of the best skincare and makeup, the finest brushes and tools. You had spent your days learning self-defence and tactics to make you prepared. How long had it been since that first shopping trip with Jefferson?

“You’re not focused,” Nick’s eyes were dark, his sternness was devastating to your abilities to keep up the light-footedness and you felt drawn to exhaustion already, “you’re gonna get yourself killed.”

“I’m trying!” You were tired, you were exhausted from the long-winded hours of following his directions to the best of your abilities.

“I could’ve killed you again!” His animosity was rolling off him like a tidal wave that was slamming into you, dragging you beneath the overwhelming current. “Are you focused?”

“I’m trying my hardest! You don’t need to be such an ass-!” You swung out to strike him, and he had blocked your attempted blow and whipped you around, your back to his chest.

Nick had slid an arm around your waist and held your back to his chest, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear and his fingers splaying against the hem of your shirt. He had huffed against you, the puff of air warming your neck and stirring your ire and hidden admiration for the alpha who was intimidating and beautiful.

Like every one of them.

“Ari had been coddling you, he doesn’t have the means to be tough. You’re his little princess, he would do anything for you, no matter the cost.” Nick’s teeth scraped against your mating gland, his tongue lapping at the flesh while you whimpered against him nearing submission.

“Are you going to let every alpha you come across do this? Are you going to weaken yourself? They’ll eat you up like you’re nothing.” Nick slipped his hand beneath your shirt and while his hand was warm and his fingers had been spread against your skin, his accusations of you being weak had burned beneath your skin.

“I’m not weak!” You grit your teeth, angered by his indictments, triggered by the way he had so easily combatted you.

“Prove it then, omega. Prove your worth.” Nick pushed his hand further up your abdomen, growling lightly in your ear, every moment that his hand was on you was another moment in which you were pushed toward animosity.

“I don’t have to prove anything to you!” Your struggle had begun again, you had used as much of your body weight as possible to fight against him. When he finally had let you go, you balled your hand into a fist and struck him with as much power as you possibly could, cursing at him vehemently.

“Your father had a delicate relationship with them. It was mutual need that kept them close.” Ari had lifted his eyes from the files in his hands and focused his gaze on you, watching you with a slightly tilted head. “You know you don’t have to do this alone.”

“I feel alone,” you murmured and bit down on the inside of your cheek, your fingers twisting the skirt of your dress, “I feel like I’ve already failed.”

“You haven’t failed, honey.” Ari had closed the file and tossed it behind him, then he had stood and moved toward you. Ari had stopped before you and crouched with his hands resting against your knees, his eyes searching your face and the corner of his lips twitching.

“I’m tired, Ari. I’m so tired.” Your vision had blurred with the spring of tears, your bottom lip trembling the longer you looked at him.

“I know, princess.” Ari had slipped his hands further up from your knees to your lower thighs, fingers stretching against your flesh. “Come on, I’ll take you to bed.”

“I thought I had to do this?” Your breath was hitching in your throat as the distance between you and Ari had become lessened with every subtle shift.

“We can do it another day. Let me take you to bed.” Ari had stood and slipped an arm around your shoulders and the other around the back of your legs, lifting you from the couch into his arms. As you were pressed against his chest, you slipped your arms around his neck and settled your cheek against his firm frame.

“Take me to your bed, Ari. Please.” You pleaded with him and angled your head, your gaze meeting his.

“I’ll take you to bed, princess.”

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[buckysswinter]

never ending story

mafia!nick fowler x f!reader (mini series)

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