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onceuponastory · 3 months

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betrayal - nick fowler x reader

"Girls will go to hell and back For boys who taste like heaven." - teenage sacrifice by creeper

Plot: Nick Fowler is gone, killed on a mission a year ago. And his partner and girlfriend Y/N made her peace with that. ...Until she suddenly finds out on a mission that he's very much alive. Pairing: Nick Fowler x Female!Reader Warnings: Death/murder (Nick faked his though), kidnapping, death threats, betrayal, lies and manipulation, grief (and reader shutting herself away due to her grief), heartbreak and angst, light violence. And especially: Nick Fowler being a complete asshole (but one you still can't help but love, because...look at him). But as always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know! Notes: I have not written for Nick Fowler in a LONG time, but like I said, a few weeks ago I had a ton of Nick edits show up on my tiktok fyp, and @holacia3 sent me a gif of Nick, so I had a few ideas floating around. But as soon as I heard this song and that line in particular, I knew it would be the perfect fit.

Not beta'd, so any mistakes are my own.

It was a bad idea. She knew it was. She should have stayed with the rest of her team, and not gone off alone. After all, it’s what got Nick killed. As soon as the memory of Nick enters her mind, her body and heart ache, and she has to fight the urge to cry or scream.

“No. Not here. Make them pay first.” That’s why she got separated from her team. The criminals they’re tracking are the very same who took her partner from her. And she just had to be the hero and go after them, trying to seek justice for Nick. That was the plan, until she ended up getting lost. And now, she’s in a completely radio silent part of the building with a malfunctioning earpiece. “Ugh.” She hisses, leaning up against the wall and trying to get her bearings. If Nick was here, he’d be laughing at her. Sure, he’d tear down every wall in this place to try and find her… but he’d be sure to laugh too. “I miss you, you asshole.” She whimpers as a few tears break free, rolling down her cheeks.

When Nick died, Y/N shut herself away for months, refusing to speak to anyone. Honestly, she lost a part of herself that day. Not just because she and Nick were dating. Well, he said they were. She was the one who refused to confirm it, not wanting to put labels on things because she knew what a job like this does to people in relationships. And the last thing she wanted was to lose what she had with Nick.

But she loved him so much, and though she never admitted it, she was coming round to the idea of officially being his girlfriend. Actually, she was going to tell him that after their mission… the same one he never came back from. When she finally went back to work, she was relegated to desk work, deemed too vulnerable to be out in the field after what happened.

Despite how much she protested, hating the idea of being wrapped up in cotton wool for the rest of her career, refusing to be forever known as ‘the agent whose boyfriend died in the field’... she was secretly appreciative of the coddling. It was a much better option than being sent out and constantly remembering what was lost. The moments with Nick she’d never get back.

And then, this case came along, bringing her the one thing she wanted right on a silver platter. A chance to stop the very criminals who killed Nick. A chance for revenge, to finally put an end to this reign of terror. To make them feel the same pain she did. And she said - no, she fucking insisted - that she would be okay, and not do anything stupid. Yet here she is, proving them all right. Y/N sniffles, ready to try and find her way back to the rest of her team.

But then, it happens. Something grabs her, and she screams, trying to kick her assailant, desperately fighting for her survival. Yet, the more she fights, the tighter he holds her. She’s dragged into a room, and turns around, immediately preparing herself to continue her fight.

That is, however, until she finds herself staring into a pair of blue eyes she recognises immediately. The same pair of eyes that have been haunting her nightmares for the last year.

And everything just…stops.

“Hey there.” Nick chuckles.

Nick Fowler, her partner and the love of her life.

Nick Fowler, who’s supposed to be dead.

And yet, here he is, standing right in front of her, looking perfectly fine. Her entire body stiffens, freezing her in place.

“No.” She gasps. “No…N-No, you’re dead.” Nick simply laughs again, grinning like he hasn’t just ripped her entire world apart. As if the months she spent crying over him, mourning his loss, feeling empty and numb meant nothing to him. She lifts her hand, placing it on his neck. The rhythmic thudding of his heartbeat tells her Nick’s very much alive. His skin tingles under her touch, and her breath hitches. Maybe things will be okay?

“Sorry. You know how it is in this life.” Nick simply shrugs. She blinks, waiting for him to continue, to explain that even though it’s part of their job, there are some things he can tell her. That he trusts her enough to tell her something, anything. That there’s a reason he had to fake his death and hide it from her. One that she’ll understand if he just fucking tells her.

Because she’d help him, whatever it is. He knows that. She trusts Nick Fowler with her life, and as far as she knew, he felt the same about her. But his silent stare causes a thought to dawn. And it feels like an icy jolt through her body. Since he clearly had no problem lying to her… did he ever care about her feelings? Or feel the same about her? Even in the wee hours of the morning, when Nick held her and kissed every inch of her body and told her she was his girl, the most important person in his life…. was he just pretending?

“No.” She thinks. “Nick loves you. He’s the one who called you his girlfriend.” But just as soon as that hope flourishes, another thought comes, destroying it. “So why has he been lying to you for so long?” The icy realisation quickly gives way to a new emotion. A deep, passionate anger. It engulfs her, boiling her blood and making her voice like venom. “I am…was your partner, you fucking asshole!” She snaps, shoving Nick back away from her. “You didn’t think to tell me you were going to fake your death? We promised each other that we would tell each other everything, no matter what!” Nick simply smirks. “You promised!” She repeats, imploring him for an explanation.

But she can see it in his eyes.

He doesn’t care.

And despite everything Nick has done to her by this point, all the deception… that is what hurts most of all. She shared so many intimate moments with him, gave him so much of herself, and he just threw it back in her face. Like it’s nothing more than a game to him.

“Don’t be like that.” Nick tuts, tilting his head to get a better look at her. As if he wants to see every part of the pain he’s causing her, like some sick perversion. “I had to do it. Don’t act like you wouldn’t have done the same thing.”

“If it was me, I would’ve told you. I trusted you!” Her voice cracks, and she almost bursts into tears right there and then. But Nick simply scoffs, his disinterest sending another spike through her already broken heart.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that.” Nick sighs once he notices the tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry, okay?” But she can’t even trust him now. She doesn’t even know who he is anymore. If the Nick she fell in love with even existed.

It’s only then, when she looks anywhere but at Nick, that she notices other men in the room, watching them. Men she knows all too well. They’re the enemy, the very people they’re trying to stop, the ones who took Nick away from her. So what is he doing with them? “Nick, if you’re under duress or in trouble, I can help you. Just let me…” Because that would make sense. That would explain why he faked his death and abandoned her. Because he’s in danger too. Her hope builds. "Please god, just let me save him."

“Hey, hey, shhh.” Nick soothes, gently taking her hands. “It’s okay Y/N. There’s no need for that. They’re with me.” He chuckles, cupping her cheek. She tries to flinch away, but he keeps a hold on her. And for just a moment, it’s like how things used to be. Her stomach flutters, and she’s reminded of when Nick kissed her for the last time. Little did she know it was a kiss goodbye. But then, she realises what he’s telling her. And her last smidgen of hope is destroyed.

“You’re… working with them?” She gasps, eyes wide. But that means. Oh god. Her stomach drops, and her chest heaves. Has he been working with the enemy this whole time? Did he ever care about her? Or was she just a stepping stone for his career, a pawn in his plan?

“Now do you see why I couldn’t tell you?” Nick smirks, still laughing like it’s all a big joke. Like he hasn’t just ripped her apart.

“How could you?” She whimpers. “Y-You used me, and you lied to me. And now you’ve brought me here to kill me.”

Every memory of the moments they shared flashes through her mind. But now, she sees them differently. Nick’s seen her at her most vulnerable, with her feelings and insecurities laid out in the open. He comforted her as she cried, worrying that they’ll never catch these criminals before they hurt someone else.

And he was working with them the whole time. He was probably laughing as he held her, enjoying the manipulation he was causing.

He never loved her. He just used her love to his advantage.

“Nobody said anything about dying.” Nick chuckles. “Yet.”

“What do you want with me?”

“Just a proposition. Nothing too bad.” He smiles.

“Given what you’ve already told me tonight, forgive me for not believing you.”

“Told you she was stubborn.” Nick smirks to the men in the room. Y/N’s stomach churns. She can’t bear to think about the other things Nick’s been saying about her. She looks around, searching for an escape route. But every exit is blocked. She’s trapped. “Why don’t you join us?” Nick continues. “I told my boss how talented you are, and we both agree that you’d be a perfect fit in our…organisation.” He grins. “You can finally be a free agent, do what you want instead of having people order you around. And….” His voice lowers, and he looks over her body. She hates how her body still betrays her when he does that, how her heart pounds, her breath catches in her throat and she instinctively steps closer to him. Nick grins, knowing he’s got her. “You’ll see a lot more of me. Win-win, really.”

“And what about the innocent people who’ll die?” She asks, her brow raised. Nick simply shrugs.

“Part of the job. You know it is.” He chuckles. “So, what’s it going to be? Come on, Y/N. Come with me.” Nick whispers, smiling at her. The same smile he had whenever they woke up beside one another, their bodies entangled. When she thought he truly loved her.

He was just gathering intel.

“No.” She speaks. At first, Nick frowns, almost wondering if he misheard her. “I’m not being a part of this.” But then when her words sink in, his gaze hardens.

“Oh. I see.” He sighs. “Must you always be the hero, Y/N? It’s such a weakness.”

“It’s what I chose to do. To stop people like you.” She hisses.

When she tries to push past him, he grabs her arm, pushing her back against the wall, blocking her path with his body. “Did I say you could leave?” He asks, his voice more forceful. She’s never heard him be so angry, so demanding.

Or maybe he was just a master of hiding it.

“Nick, let me go.” She orders. He ignores her, tightening his grasp.

“What am I going to do with you, Y/N? Hm? I can’t let you go running off to your friends, spilling my secrets, can I?” When no word comes from Y/N, Nick raises a brow. “Cat got your tongue? That’s weird, because you had no issues talking earlier.” Y/N starts to notice the men around them reaching for their weapons, and her heart stops. Suddenly, it all becomes real.

She’s going to die.

She’s going to die at the hands of the person she loves… loved.

“Please don’t hurt me.” She murmurs pathetically. Nick chuckles.

“I’m not going to kill you.” Yet, his grip tightens ever so slightly on her arm. “I might just keep you.” She raises her free fist, attempting to strike him. But Nick is just too quick, grabbing her wrist and twisting it back. She cries out in pain, trying to kick him, but Nick dodges the hit. “Mmm. Touchy, aren’t we?” He smirks. Y/N tries to remain calm, to show him she’s not affected by his betrayal. But her body betrays her once again, and she starts crying.

“Go fuck yourself.” She hisses through her tears. Nick rolls his eyes, tutting.

“I need to go. Got to explain to my boss that our new asset might take more convincing than we thought.” He turns to the men in the room. “Be careful.” He warns, giving her one last wink. “She’s trouble.”

And then, he's gone.

And Y/N is all alone.

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ellethespaceunicorn · 3 months

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Something Old, Something New

Title: Something Old, Something New

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Reader

Fandom: The 355

Word Count: 9.5K (whoopsie)

Summary: Your childhood best friend invites you to your old vacation spot for her wedding, and you have been catching up with your first crush: her recently divorced big brother Nick.

Warnings: infidelity, divorce, recreational drug use (marijuana), drinking, mutual pining, pet names (Gumdrop, baby), praise kink, cunnilingus, unprotected p-in-v sex, mention of bodily fluids (creampie), public sex, if I forgot anything please tell me

A/N1: My tiles for @thebasementspouses VOTM Nick Fowler BINGO were: divorced, best friend’s brother, writer’s choice(prompt #802 from @creativepromptsforwriting), drunken confession, public sex. BINGO card at end of story.

A/N2: I have been working on this story for weeks and I really hope I have done the Nick Fowler fandom justice. It's my first time, and hopefully not the last time, writing for Nick. I thoroughly enjoyed writing him. Unbeta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics

Support/Reblog banner by me

Cover Art by me

My Masterlist

Three Months Ago

The cardstock was rigid in your hands, the envelope discarded seconds ago. The confetti in the envelope litters around your Chucks as you bring your attention to the words embossed upon the invitation. You had been waiting for this day ever since you received the Save the Date announcement.

You ran your finger over the pretty lettering, its raised borders were a nice tactile touch. The peaceful pink, whispered white, and mellow merlot of the flowers against a hint of golden accents was a beautiful choice. Not too feminine, nor too masculine.

Turning the invitation over, you found more information.

‘Accommodations will be completely covered for your 8-night stay at The Ocracoke Harbor Inn by the family of the Bride. You will be staying in the fully-furnished Treasure Chest Cottage. Amenities include full-service linens, complimentary wireless Internet, and guest boat docking. Guests have access to a sound-side beach. Password for WI-FI given upon check-in. Nonsmoking, no pets.’

Leave it to the Fowlers to go nuts and rent out the entire inn for their only daughter’s wedding, you thought to yourself. You were not surprised at all, growing up as a rich girl’s best friend had its perks.

As if on cue, your phone started to play the opening notes of Losing You by Solange to signal an incoming call. Pulling your phone out, you smiled seeing Deanne’s name. You clicked Accept and raised the phone to your ear.

“Hello to the future Mrs. Alexander!” Your cheery demeanor not letting on how jealous you were of your friend’s impending nuptials.

Euphonious laughter rings through the earpiece and you can’t help but join in.

“Girl, can you believe it? I am about to tie the knot, be off the market, and settle down. I’m only 12% nervous about everything so I’m doing great,” she snorted, and suddenly you were a bit less jealous if this kind of anxiety is what she had to deal with, “Anyway, um, I was giving you a call because I wanted to ask if you got your invitation and I also wanted to see if I could save myself time in waiting for your R.S.V.P. and bug and pester you until you agree to let my parents pay for you to come spend a week with us and come to my wedding and–”

“Deanne! Stop with the run-on sentence, doll. Did you think I was gonna pass up this opportunity? God, I love that you chose Ocracoke as your wedding destination. So many vacations were spent getting into all kinds of trouble,” you recalled, images of splashing in the water as kids and lounging on the beach as teens replayed in your mind.

“Yeah. Hey, when we were little girls planning our dream weddings, I was serious when I said I wanted it on the beach on Ocracoke Island. But not in the summer because of bugs and heat, but in the winter so we get that beautiful off-season fresh air,” Deanne mused.

“Dee, it’s gonna be gorgeous. I cannot wait to see you in your stunning dress walking down that aisle. Just know that since I am your oldest friend, you pretty much owe me the bouquet,” you laughed, only half-joking.

“As far as I’m concerned, it’s already yours,” she bantered, clearing her throat before speaking again, “So, I also called because I wanted to vent a little, if that’s okay?”

“It’s always okay. You doing alright?” you asked, now worried that your friend was in trouble.

“Yeah, no, I’m fine. I have an update on Nick and Tori, though,” she paused, allowing your mind to wander.

The mention of your first crush’s name sent a shiver down your back. Many a moment had been wasted thinking about his pretty smile and grayish-blue eyes. You’d liked Nick before you knew you even liked boys. He was the heartthrob that trumped every teen dream of every other girl in America’s heart. In your mind, he was the closest to perfect you could imagine.

You responded, “Oh?”

“So, their divorce is finalized. My big brother is officially a divorcé. I would have thought that a man who was with someone for so long might be partying it up right now. But he says he’s focusing on work and, I don’t know. I just want him to be happy. And like, he’s getting divorced as I’m getting married and it feels so weird. It doesn’t seem fair,” she lamented.

“Dee, come on. You know Nicky wouldn’t want you to think like that. He loves you. You’re his favorite sibling,” you jested, trying to lighten the mood.

“Ha ha. I’m his only sibling. I better be his favorite,” Dee chuckled, happy to be distracted, “So that brings me to you, Miss Missy. Last I heard, you were dating some engineer guy? Do I get to meet him soon?”

You inwardly cringed, hopes dashed of being able to avoid the topic of your relationship status. Things with Curtis kind of fizzled out when you found his tongue down an intern’s throat. You had been bringing him dinner since he’d complained about the late nights at the office.

Turns out he was hungry for more than your baked ziti.

You explained all this to Dee, remembering the look on Curtis’ face when you poured the prepared food into his lap. He was so shook, it was beautiful.

“I didn’t want to waste all that food but he looked wonderful with my pasta all over his shirt and pants. He honestly deserved it. It was his favorite shirt too. I hope those stains never come out,” you huffed, feeling like you were right back in that office again.

“I have never been so proud of you. I wish I could put hot sauce in his underwear for hurting my girl. I’m sure if I just had a few minutes, I could come up with something more diabolical than that. But it’s what I have at a moment’s notice,” she retorted.

One thing you could always count on Dee for? Getting angry for you and using her beautiful and educated mind to come up with some way to make the person who slighted you pay for their misdeeds. It was both adorable and super embarrassing to have her tiny frame looking up into some bully’s face pointing her finger at them.

“Well, I appreciate your offer, but he is so not worth the energy. You have much better things to think about, like your wedding day. This is your cue to stop worrying about me, Dee,” you advised, a stern tone coloring your words.

“Fine, I will stop worrying about you out loud. You got it, girl. Anyway, I won’t hold you. Talk soon, ok? I miss you,” she said, and you could envision her getting bleary-eyed.

“I miss you too, Dee. We’ll get together soon, I promise,” you sighed, feeling guilty for letting your friendship dwindle over the years.

“I’ll hold you to it. Bye, babe,” she hummed.

“Bye.” You hang up the phone and close your eyes. Visions of what Dee will look like in her wedding dress cloud your thoughts. Little snippets of grayish-blue eyes and dark brown hair seep in and you can almost hear his laugh again. You open your eyes, blinking away the mental images that brought you joy for a moment.

‘This is fine,’ you thought to yourself. Yeah, totally. You’re only going to see your best friend from childhood get married, effectively ending your childhood with a pretty bow on top. You also were only going to be with the biggest crush you ever had for like, an entire week.

And he’s single.

And probably needy.

And...you had better get your jaw up off the floor if you were going to get anything done.

Three months is enough time to get your brain, your body, and your emotions in check before you make a fool out of yourself in front of your second family.

Right?

January 20th, 2024 – Day One

Standing on the deck of the Hatteras Ferry, you watch as Ocracoke Island comes into view. The sun is at its highest and you are thankful for your sunglasses shielding the the bright sunlight bouncing off the crystal clear waters. You can taste the salty air and you are instantly transported to memories of running around the decks of this ferry with Deanne and Nick while your mothers tried in vain to wrangle you all.

The island comes into view and you search the docks for a familiar face. Dee promised to meet you at the docks, but when you approach them she is nowhere to be found. You pull your luggage behind you as your shoulder bag decides to slide off.

Before it can hit the ground, it’s caught by the strap by a strong hand at the same time you reach out to grab it. You thank the kind stranger as you both stand to your full height and you are face-to-face with a grown-ass Nicholas Fowler. He says something and you don’t hear hide nor hair of what the hell he just said, you look at him and break into a smile and he chuckles and speaks again.

“I hope you don’t mind Dee got me to pick you up. She had some wedding stuff to do. I wasn’t listening,” he explains, adjusting his sunglasses and putting your bag on his shoulder. He gestures over to his black Lamborghini Urus.

Once you walk over, he puts your shoulder bag in the back seat. You step closer to him to hand him your rolling luggage. You are mesmerized as his strong forearms flex when he puts everything in the SUV.

You clear your throat and look around when he looks back at you, catching you watching him. He closes the back door and guides you to the passenger side, opening your door for you.

“Oh, you’re a full-service driver today, huh?” you joke, stepping past him. Your platform espadrilles clacking on the asphalt. Adjusting your strapless sundress, you climb in.

“Whatever service you require, Gumdrop,” he replies with a smile, making sure you are comfortable before closing your door.

That fucking nickname… He would call you gumdrop instead of your name more often than not. That’s all, he didn’t mean anything by it, right?

When you are both buckled in, you start the drive across the island. Comfortable conversation is easy between you two. It’s like you fall back into a safe space with him. You talk about old vacations, funny moments, and what you both are up to these days. Neither of you mentions either of your failed relationships and you can’t keep the smile off of your face.

“Hey, we still have an hour until check-in. You wanna grab a bite or go to the beach or something?” he suggests.

“Are you sure they’re not waiting for us?” you counter, wondering if it’s a good idea to have a little moment with Nick all to yourself.

“I’d rather ask for forgiveness than permission. No pressure, just a suggestion,” he presses, taking a second to look over at you and smile that smile that has had you in a chokehold most of your life.

After thinking about it for all of five seconds, you agree to have lunch at Plum Pointe Kitchen. You enjoy a generous helping of Drunken Chicken nachos while Nick gets the VooDoo Shrimp PO’Boy. You share half of your meal, and Nick refuses to let you pay for anything.

Making your way to the Ocracoke Harbor Inn after lunch, you finally meet up with everyone. Dee is in mid-conversation with someone when she sees you and Nick pull up into the parking lot. She walks over to you and pulls you into a very tight embrace. It’s like everything was chaos before you got here.

“Oh my goodness, I am so glad you are here. How was the trip? Did you eat? Did Nick bore you? I’m sorry that I couldn’t come and meet you, but we had a little mishap with the reservation for the hotel and then I thought I left my wedding dress at home, and then we–”

You cut off Dee before she can work herself into a frenzy again, “Dee! Breathe. You’re gonna be fine, I promise. And is that Matthew? Introduce me already, would you?” you encourage, trying to get your friend’s mind off of the previous debacle and onto the man walking over.

Dee introduces you to Matthew and he charms you with the way he dotes on Dee. He seems like the type to be able to handle her rambling and intense emotions. How he looks at her while she speaks makes you miss having someone look at you like that.

“Well, it’s just about 3 o’clock now. Let’s get checked in and settled, then we can get together later?” Matthew chimes in.

“Sounds good,” Nick agrees, turning to you, “Go ahead and leave your stuff in my car. I’ll take you to your cottage after we are all checked in.” You nod, trying to hide your excitement.

Once you are done with the receptionist, you get your key and the wifi password to your cottage. While waiting for everyone else to get done, you fiddle on your phone until Nick’s shadow looms over you. Looking up, you are greeted with his eyes no longer shielded by his sunglasses in the dim lobby.

“You ready, Gumdrop? We still have some time before Mom and Dad show up. And I think I remember Dee saying she would call when she was ready to go out,” he concludes, putting his hands in his pockets and rocking on his heels.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d think he was nervous about something. But you don’t push.

“All set,” you say, smiling up at him feeling bold enough to wrap your arm around his while you walk out of the lobby.

Dee shouts after you to behave yourselves and tense up a bit while Nick chuckles, seemingly amused by his sister’s thinly veiled comment on two single adults being close. Damn them.

Nick opens the passenger side door for you again, closing it once you are safely inside. He drives to the Margaritaville Cottage where he will stay with his parents during the trip. He instructs you to stay in the car while he just drops his bags off and is back outside in a few minutes.

The next stop is your cottage, called the Treasure Chest. You snicker at the name, thinking it sounded more like a pirate-themed strip joint. When Nick asks what you’re laughing about, you tell him your thoughts on the name of where you are staying. The slow smile that spreads on his face makes you involuntarily clench your thighs, wondering what his days-old stubble would feel like between your legs.

He tilts his head just slightly at you, then turns back to the road, smile still intact. Luckily the drive is short as the cottages are fairly close to one another. Nick parks in the driveway and you both get out and stretch your legs. He comes around and grabs your shoulder bag and luggage, motioning for you to lead the way.

Walking up the steps to the door, you unlock it and are welcomed by the scent of fresh linen. The central air of the cottage is just this side of perfect and you drop your purse on the dining room table. Turning around, you see Nick walking into a room off of the living room.

“Holy shit, you got a King-sized bed,” he shouts from the bedroom.

Walking in, you sit at the foot of the bed next to Nick and start to untie your shoes. He follows suit and turns to you biting his lip, a question at the tip of his tongue.

Facing him, you ask, “What? Do I have something on my face?”

“No. I, uh...I’m surprised you haven’t asked yet,” he notes. At your confusion, he holds up his left ring finger. A band of untanned skin around the base clues you in that he’s talking about his divorce.

“Nicky, I would never make you talk about it. It can’t be easy in that situation. I mean, I only broke up with Curtis a few months ago and we were only together for six months. I couldn’t imagine how a divorce feels after how long you and Tori were together,” you insist, placing a hand on his knee.

He covers your hand with his and nods. “Mom and Dad are pretty good about it. They don’t ask me how I’m doing with that sad look in their eyes anymore. But Dee? Jesus, when I told her about the incident, she was out for blood. I had to end up calming her down. All because someone broke her big bro’s heart. Love her, but she can get a little carried away,” he finishes.

“This is not to make you feel like you need to share, but you mentioned “the incident” and now I’m curious. Feel free to tell me to shut the fuck up. But I caught Curtis with his tongue down another woman’s throat. I don’t know for sure how long it had been going on or if they had done anything else together, but I knew at that moment that I was done. I am worth more than that. And so are you, Nicky,” you encourage, feeling a bit of weight lift off your shoulders after finally talking about your breakup.

“My situation was similar. Tori had been cheating on me for the last two years of our marriage with her boss. I had a feeling something was up, just didn’t want to believe it was something like this,” he reveals, continuing, “But I am moving on, so to speak. I’m not holding out anymore for her to come crawling back to me with a sad story and all that. Even though I hope that she falls in a sinkhole.”

You both laugh and continue talking, taking your minds off of your breakups. You reminisce about all of the times you’ve stayed on the island during vacations. You giggle over dumb stories of you all as teens in high school, hiding weed from your parents and drinking on the beach til it was time to sneak back into the hotel.

You get an idea and you tell Nick to give you a minute before you go back into the living room to retrieve your purse. Coming back into the bedroom, you pull out a vape pen and wiggle it in front of Nick’s face, a devilish smirk on your lips.

“We’ll just take one hit each and we will be fine. Just a bit more mellow,” you offer, pulling him to the balcony off of the living room. You each occupy a wicker chair and you hand over the device.

“Gumdrop, you little devil,” he takes the pen from you and inhales, closing his eyes and holding the smoke in his lungs before letting it out. The smoke dissipates quickly and you can see the weight lift off of his shoulders. Handing it back to you, he exhales loudly and leans back in his chair.

Putting the tip in your mouth, you hit the button and inhale. Warm vapor fills you and you release the button, holding in the smoke for a beat and then letting it out toward the sky. You put the pen down on the table between you and fold your legs under you, letting your dress cascade down.

Sitting in companionable silence with Nick feels great. Neither of you feels the need to talk while you listen to the sounds of nature around you. People walking around the cottages, cars driving by, and the distant waves from Pamlico Sound make you wish you had gone to the beach earlier.

“Fuck, that was only one hit and I feel like my bones are made of jelly,” you remark, swaying to a song that isn’t playing with your eyes closed.

Nick looks over to you and smiles, “Must be jelly ‘cause jam don’t shake like that.”

You open your eyes and turn to him, your mouth twitches before you break out into uncontrollable laughter. Nick soon follows and you both are taken over by the giggles. You settle down soon enough, still feeling the buzzing calmness of being high.

“The world needs more people like you,” you beam.

“Nah, I like being unique,” he replies, his phone chiming. Picking up a video call from Dee, “Hey Sis.”

“Hey, me and Matt were gonna go for dinner and drinks, you in?” she asks.

“Yeah, that sounds...good,” Nick answers for himself while looking at you to get your answer.

“Ok, well get ready and meet us at Oyster Company. And tell my best friend that she is coming, no ifs, ands, or buts. See you both soon!” With that, she ends the call.

“So...our decision has been made for us. Do you need to change or anything?” Nick wonders, gesturing to your traveling attire.

“If I take this dress off, I am not going out. Besides, I like this dress. I think I look positively adorable. But I will change my shoes to something more comfortable,” you finish before Nick can comment on how he also likes your dress. You pick up the vape pen, make your way back to your luggage, and pull out some flat sandals.

Once you are ready, you make your way back outside and are surprised to see Dee and Matt parked on the street outside of your cottage. “We decided to pick you up. Matt is DD tonight, so we can all get a little loosey-goosey. Plus, I can always tell when Nick is high, so get in losers!”

Nick snorts, and you are mortified to be found out, but you quickly get over it once you are in the backseat of Matt’s Audi Q4. The short ride to the restaurant was spent with Nick’s left leg brushing against your right leg. He was either manspreading or he wanted to touch you and wanted to keep it under the radar.

Either way, you were excited to feel his warmth next to you.

When you make it to the restaurant, you sit at a high table and it almost feels like a double date. Especially when your waitress congratulates Dee and Matt on their wedding while remarking that you and Nick make a cute couple as well. Your face warms up and you suddenly feel like every eye is on you.

Nick comes to your rescue, answering the waitress with a smile, “My girl’s a bit shy, is all. Can we get a pitcher of beer for the table to start? And also two shots of Crown Royal Vanilla for me and the little lady. Thanks.”

If it was possible, you would have melted through the floor and evaporated, but instead, you just hide behind the menu until Nick pokes his head in.

“That wasn’t to embarrass you, I swear. But I got nervous that she was gonna try and flirt with me, so I dragged you under the proverbial bus with me,” he admits, his lopsided smile only making you want him more.

“Fine. You’ll just have to make it up to me,” you warn, a devious grin appearing on your face.

You put down your menu just as the waitress comes back with the drinks. Taking both shots, you hand one to Nick. Staring in each other’s eyes, you clink your shot glasses and then tap them on the table before taking the shot. The sweet burn of the liquor warms you from within while Nick’s eyes on you melt whatever nerves you had previously.

A cleared throat breaks your trance, your focus changing from Nick to Dee.

“I talked to Mom and Dad and they won’t get here ‘til Friday afternoon with the rest of the guests. Dad said he had a few things to take care of and not to worry. Of course, I worry tenfold because he told me not to,” Dee interjects, busying herself with pouring beer into her frosted glass.

“Baby, they’ll be here as soon as they can. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about anything,” Matt insists, moving a strand of hair away from Dee’s face before kissing her.

“Promise to keep me occupied?” she requests, a sinful smile on her face.

“I do,” he jokes, clearly proud of himself for making his fiancée blush.

“First of all, how dare you? Secondly, that was almost too cute so watch yourself,” she laughs.

You roll your eyes at the happy couple and smile, going back to looking over the menu. The waitress comes back to the table and takes your orders. Over the meal, you get to know Matt a bit more and you can see how Dee fell in love with him. He’s intelligent, funny, and charismatic. The way he talks about and to her makes you so happy to know your friend found love.

When they turn to talk to each other, you and Nick spark up a conversation about work. He tells you what he can about working for the government, keeping the specific details to himself. You regale him with stories of your time as a freelance writer. You’ve written for dozens of publications, but you just want to get your original works out there for people to enjoy.

After mentioning a few pieces you wrote for GQ, Nick expressed interest in reading your articles. You try and downplay your skills, but he presses you for the links. Taking out your phone, you realize that you don’t have his number.

While you exchange digits with Nick, you are too busy to notice Dee casting a sidelong glance and smiling to herself. You ramble on as you send him link after link of some of your favorites. With your face in your phone, you don’t notice the way Nick looks at you with a mix of pride and hunger.

“Well, I am ready to call it a night,” Dee yawns, getting everyone’s attention, “But I could use a nightcap. Who’s up for a trip to the ABC Store? We can make it before they close.”

Everyone agrees and after the check is paid, you all pile into Matt’s SUV for the quick drive to the liquor store. You browse the aisles for a bit by yourself. Filling up your basket with a bottle of wine, some whiskey, and a six-pack of hard seltzers, you surmise that this will sustain you for the week ahead and go in search of the others.

You find Nick in front of the beer cooler, hard at work trying to decide between a 12-pack of Sam Adams’ Cold Snap and Harpoon’s Long Thaw. You suggest he get both and he agrees.

Meeting Dee and Matt up at the front of the store, you stand next to Nick in line and he laughs at the contents of your shopping basket. He puts his beer up for the cashier to scan and has you do the same, paying for your items.

A little piece of you feels taken care of and you thank him while continuing to tell him he doesn’t have to. He just shushes you and says you can make it up to him later. Before your mind can think about what that might entail, the sale is rung and bagged. Nick picks up the beer and you grab the bag of your things.

Nick asks Matt to just drop him off at your cottage since he left his car there. His cottage is literally next door, but you’re not exactly gonna deny yourself the company. Dee and Matt drive away and you turn back to Nick. You both laugh nervously and you surprise yourself by speaking up.

“So, um. I was gonna have a weed and whiskey moment to myself, but I’d be willing to share if you’re interested,” you hint, watching as he weighs his options.

“Lead the way, Gumdrop,” he replies.

He follows you in, closing the door behind him. He puts his beer into the fridge along with your hard seltzer. You put the wine on the counter and take out the whiskey while Nick finds two short glasses in the cabinet. Pouring a generous amount in each one, he offers you a drink and you take a sip of the amber liquid.

Letting the whiskey sit in your mouth, you savor the hints of vanilla and spice. You reach in your purse for your vape pen and take a hit of it before offering it to Nick. Taking a long pull off of the pen, he exhales and you watch as his shoulders relax. You both take another sip of whiskey and revel in the dual flavors of the weed and whiskey.

You take your glass and the bottle, moving onto the patio off of the living room, and sit down in one of the wicker chairs while Nick takes the other. The conversation comes easily enough. Mostly high thoughts and random memories come to mind. After a while, you put on some music and when 6 Underground by Sneaker Pimps comes on, you can’t help but dance in your chair.

Nick stares while you close your eyes and move your hands to the trip-hop classic. You spend the entire song moving to the downtempo beat and enjoying your crossfade. The trance you were under slowly dissipates as the song ends and Pendulum by FKA Twigs starts.

When you open your eyes, Nick is pulling you to stand up. You’re lost as to what he is doing until his hands go to yours, pulling them to rest around his neck while he holds your hips. As the song continues, you follow his slow lead and sway to the intimate and mesmerizing indie hit.

🎶

You're younger than I am broken

I dance feelings like they're spoken

So my conversation's not enough

So lonely trying to be yours

Running through sliding doors

So lonely trying to be yours

When you're looking for so much more

🎶

By the time the song ends, the heat between you is unmistakable. Your hand tangles in his hair when he pulls you impossibly closer. Mere centimeters separate your lips. All you would need is to lean just one step closer and you’d finally get to taste his kiss.

Nick beats you to it and his hands pull your face to his, crashing your lips together. You can’t hold back the moan that escapes your lips and he swallows it adding in his own grunts and groans. Kiss after kiss, you radiate carnality and passion.

Breaking the kiss, you watch as he licks his puffy bottom lip. You take in a breath of air and prepare to dive back in but Nick voices his thoughts.

“You are gonna be the death of me, Gumdrop,” he sighs, and at your brows furrowing he continues, “You’ve only been back in my life for a day and I’m already thinking of ways to keep you in it. Don’t hate me, but I think we should chill out, just for tonight. I swear, if you still want this by tomorrow night, I am all yours. But you better be all mine. Please, tell me you can wait for me?”

“Tomorrow night and you’re all mine?” you plead, and he nods.

“Less than 24 hours, baby. Show me that these feelings aren’t just from the substances in our system,” he insists, and you wanna fuck him even more now after he says that.

You nod and he speaks up, “Need to hear your words, baby, like a big girl.”

“Fuck...yes, I can wait. I can wait for you, Nicky,” you whimper and he rests his forehead against yours.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises, lifting his head from yours, “Now, why don’t we call it a night before I go back on my word? You look so good in this dress and I really wanna be good.”

Agreeing with him, you clean up your empty glasses and move the bottle to the counter next to the wine. Nick pulls you into him one last time, snaking a hand down to your ass and grabbing a hefty portion of it before a hardy slap lands on your left cheek. He only snickers at your yelp and nibbles on your bottom lip.

“Keep that same energy for me because tomorrow I’m not holding back,” he vows, and if you weren’t leaning into him, your legs would’ve surely buckled. If he notices the tremble go through your body, he makes no mention of it and for that you are grateful.

“Goodnight, Nicky,” you hum.

“Sleep tight, Gumdrop. And do me a favor?” he challenges, at your nod he continues, “Save it for me. I’m gonna take care of you tomorrow, so no need to touch that kitty tonight, right?”

You let out the breath you didn’t know you were holding, “Right.”

He leaves and once the door is closed, you lean back against it, your hand going to your neck where your pulse is playing a sick beat against your skin.

Less than 24 hours, you think. You got this.

That night, you dream of grayish-blue eyes and large hands roaming your body.

January 21st, 2024 – Day Two

You wake just before 10:30 am and are greeted with a good morning text from Nick. He lets you know that he is taking you out, just the two of you. Since Dee and Matt are enjoying a couple’s spa package, he figures it would only be right to hit some of your favorite places on the island.

You are dressed and out the door by noon. Nick takes you to pick up lunch at Taqueria 504 Suazo’s and you drive out to rent a Jeep Gladiator at for a few hours to drive on the beach. One of the best things about this island is that everything is so close. After 5 minutes, you are at your destination.

Nick drives out a ways past the other people enjoying the off-season and stops about a minute after the last two fishermen you see. Guess he wanted a secluded spot, you think to yourself. While you get the food, Nick grabs the beach chairs and umbrella that he rented. The ocean breeze is agreeable enough, but you are glad that you brought a thin sweater to keep the chill off.

Once you sit down, you hand over Nick’s food and he digs into his burrito while you munch on your fish tacos. When your meal is finished, Nick puts your leftovers in the Gladiator and lets down the truck bed. He beckons you over and helps you sit on the edge and he climbs up and sits next to you while you both look at the water.

“Ya know, the last time we came out here I was just finishing my third year at Virginia Tech. You and Dee were seniors. I remember hoping upon hope that you would apply to VT and I remember you telling me you were accepting a scholarship from Princeton. I just sucked it up and congratulated you. Even though I was hoping you would understand why I wanted you close, I was so proud of you for venturing off on your own. You were always one to go after what you wanted. I just couldn’t stop wanting to be what you wanted,” he confesses, looking off into the water.

“I wanted you, Nicky. Trust me, I did. But I was so afraid that I had a dumb little crush on someone who would never see me as someone other than his little sister’s best friend. The last time I saw you, I thought it was right to push away the idea of you ever having feelings for me. I also may have been afraid of what Dee would say. She’s kind of protective over both of us, ya know?” you finish.

“That girl can be a vicious little thing when she wants to,” he chuckles, shaking his head, “But don’t you think it’s kind of a sign that she had me pick you up from the ferry? And how suddenly today, we have a free schedule to do whatever we want together? I know my sister, and she’s done this before. She matched me up with my high school girlfriend, Beth.”

“Ugh, Beth with the braces and bangs. I used to call her Triple B behind your back. I hated her so much,” you mutter, trying to push the image of them kissing out of your mind.

“Yeah, well. I knew you hated her, but me being an idiot teenager didn’t exactly know that meant you liked me. I just thought you didn’t like her because she was kind of a bitch. She was plenty nice to me, but she could be...a little scary, at times,” he laughs, surprising himself.

“So...you think Dee would be ok with...this?” you say, gesturing between the two of you.

“I just think there is no way she would let us be alone together if she wasn’t halfway hoping it would work out,” he guesses, “Plus, honestly? We’re adults. We’re allowed to go after what makes us happy.”

A slow smile spreads across your face and you pull Nick in for a kiss. You don’t want to jinx it but he makes you happy too. The way he looks at you like you hung the moon, the way he listens to you and asks questions and the way he kisses you?

It just has to be real.

Packing up your beach equipment, you head back to drop off everything. Getting back into his SUV, you head around the island and view some of the sights. You go shopping and pick up some new knick knacks to take home. Visiting the lighthouse, you take some photos and make sure to bring Dee and Matt here before you leave the island.

Since most of the island’s restaurants are closed on Sundays, you venture to Ocracoke Variety Store and opt for cooking dinner together. After you have all the ingredients you need for a simple fish fry, you head back to your cottage and you and Nick get your hands dirty.

You have him cutting up potatoes for steak fries while you are preparing the batter for the fish. When dinner is ready, you sit at the dining room table with soft music playing in the background. While Nick wanted to take you out for your first date, he could appreciate the quiet setting with just the two of you enjoying each other’s company.

Finishing your meal, Nick takes your hand and kisses your knuckles. You smile and warmth radiates in your cheeks. You hate to admit it, but you wish you had a little liquid courage right now. But the nerves you feel only cement that this is happening.

He pulls you up from your seat, the hunger in his eyes evident from his blown-wide pupils. Leading you into the bedroom, he stops just short of the end of the bed. Standing behind you as you face the bed, he runs his hands down your bare arms and whispers in your ear.

“I cannot wait to take you apart, Gumdrop. But,” he starts, turning you around to face him, “First, I just want to take my time and worship this beautiful body I know you’re hiding from me.”

If he wasn’t holding you up, you would have melted into the carpet. But he’s there with firm hands and a gentle grip. Helping you out of your dress, he lays it on the chair in the corner. Coming back, he admires the white lace bra and panty set that accentuates your body shape.

His lips come back to yours, tasting your desire and wantonness with every kiss. Wrapping an arm around you, he guides you to lay back on the bed while maintaining the liplock. He kisses down your neck and across your collarbone while his hand unclasps your bra and removes it from your body.

Laying a kiss between your breasts draws a quick inhale from you. You can tell he’s proud of himself when he looks up at you while he licks one pert nipple, the other between his thumb and forefinger. He sucks on it as if he could siphon gold from your tits. Switching to the other, he gives it the same attention.

The noises that come from him as he plays with your breasts are enough to make you shiver. He whimpers when you moan and throw your head back. He groans when he kisses down your belly, stopping to look up at you before he plants a quick kiss upon your covered mound.

He pulls down your panties at such an agonizing speed. Nick has to squeeze his dick through his pants when a string of your wetness stretches from your pussy to your underwear. Spreading your legs apart, he feasts on the view of your lips opening like a flower before him.

He wanted to go slow, he really did. But once he flattens his tongue and licks up from your entrance to your swollen nub, he is mesmerized by the taste of you. He goes back and forth between sucking on your button and lapping up whatever nectar drips from you. You can feel yourself inching toward the finish line, and he is right there to talk you through it.

“Fuck...you taste like Heaven...that’s right, baby...let go and cum for me like a good girl,” he commands between licks and kisses.

You’re nothing if not a good listener and seconds later, your walls are clamping around his fingers. You’ve never cum like this before and it washes over you like a warm waterfall. He removes his fingers from your wet opening and sucks them clean before moving up the bed to kiss you.

Tasting yourself on his tongue, you are beyond turned on. You tug at the hem of his shirt and he sits up to pull it off. Running your hands over his chest, you pull at the button of his pants.

“Use your words,” he urges, his hands stopping yours from moving further.

“Need to feel you, Nick. Please fuck me,” you beg, all thoughts gone from your head.

“There’s my good girl,” he replies, standing up from the bed to undress fully. Climbing back on the bed, he kneels between your legs. He strokes himself slowly, eight inches of uncut cock staring you in the face. He squeezes the base and you can tell he is just as excited as you are.

You crook a finger at him and once again, he is on top of you. With nothing between you, you’re impossibly close and you only want to get closer. Your hand soon finds his erection and he hisses at the contact, groaning when you stroke him.

He leans on one forearm while his other hand guides his tip between your lips, gathering some of your slick before entering you. You both groan loudly once he is fully settled inside you.

“You good, baby?” he asks, anxious to start moving his hips.

“God, yes. Fuck me, Nicky,” you plead, feeling so full when you arch your back.

Foregoing words, Nick retracts his hips and thrusts into you. The wet squelch as he fucks you is music to your ears, just like the way he tells you how beautiful you are in between kisses. He uses your breasts as handholds while he pummels your snatch.

The way he looks into your eyes while he plunges inside you excites you so much that you don’t even notice when a tear escapes your eye. He kisses it away, trailing his lips to your neck where he sucks at your pulse point. At this point, you couldn't care less about a hickey. You just want to be his.

Your next orgasm surprises you and you squeeze his cock from the inside, coating him in your cream.

“Good girl, coming all over my fucking dick. Feels so fucking good when you tighten around me like that. You are taking me so well, Gumdrop. Yes. You. Are,” he grunts, punctuating the last three words with deep thrusts inside you.

Flipping you over so you are on top, Nick grabs your hips and you start to ride him. You bounce on his cock like it’s the last time you get to fuck. By the mewls coming from him, you are doing it just right.

You feel another climax on its way, slowly building up in your core. Nick swats your hand away when you go to rub your clit. He licks his thumb and massages your neglected pearl until you are unable to hold it in any longer. The dual stimulation is too much and you gush, soaking Nick’s abdomen and your thighs.

“Oh fuck, baby. Such a good fucking girl for me. You must want my cum inside you with the way you’re...riding my dick. Shit, baby, I’m gonna blow. Where do you want it, baby?” he asks, you reply by doubling down on your hip motions.

“Right there, Nicky. Cum inside me, please,” you implore breathlessly.

“Yes, baby. Gonna cum for you, gonna fill you up so good. Ugh, fuck, here it comes,” he whimpers, his hold on your hips so tight to keep you close to him.

You feel every twitch of his cock, his muscles pulling taut across his arms and chest as he floods your canal. Your name on his lips as he comes down is a badge of honor. Yes, you did that shit.

He pulls you down to kiss him, shallow thrusts keeping him semi-hard before he pulls out. He lays you down next to him, cuddling you close and kissing your forehead. You start to fall asleep but you can feel Nick moving off the bed. Your hand shoots out to grab for him, but he shushes you.

He goes into the bathroom and you hear the faucet running before he comes out with a wet washcloth. Wiping down your sensitive folds, he takes care of you so well. Putting the washcloth back in the bathroom, he comes back and helps you get under the covers and he snuggles in with you.

With your arms and legs entangled in one another, you drift off peacefully.

January 22nd – January 26th 2024

The days before the wedding are spent enjoying the island with Nick, Dee, and Matt before the other guests arrive. More than once, Dee has cornered both you and Nick, asking embarrassing questions. You both say nothing, feigning ignorance even though Nick has moved into your cottage over the week, abandoning the cottage that he was supposed to share with his parents.

That being said, once his parents do finally make it to the island, he doesn’t even try and act like he isn’t staying with you. The smile on his father’s face says it all, he approves. His mother is far too preoccupied with getting everyone together for the wedding rehearsal to notice anything.

That is until she catches you and Nick making heart eyes at each other as you stand in for the Bride and Groom in rehearsal. Yes, it was a bit too soon to be playing Wedding Day with a man whose divorce is less than 100 days old.

But when you know, you know.

At dinner, you excuse yourself to go to the bathroom and you don’t notice Nick following after you. Before you can enter the ladies’ room, a hand on your arm pulls you into the nearby gender-neutral bathroom.

You turn around and are met with hungry eyes before he descends upon you. Turning you around to face the mirror, he puts your hands on the sink and sinks to his knees, his hands roaming under your dress and up your legs until he pulls down your panties. He pulls out his already hard dick and pumps himself a few times before sliding inside you.

“Don’t fucking move, baby. Keep looking at yourself in the mirror, and your hands stay right where they are. You thought you could get away with teasing me in this tight fucking dress,” he breathes, “I want you to watch yourself while I fuck you til you’re dripping for me like the good girl I know you can be.”

When he places his hands on your hips, he begins a steady pace. He watches you in the mirror as your orgasm takes you over without warning. You squeeze him, your walls fluttering and coaxing him to follow you when you cover him in your juices.

But he surprises you when he pulls out and pulls your panties back up. When you turn around to ask why, he only kisses you and whispers in your ear, “I’ll get mine later, don’t you worry.” That only fills you with a little dread, your legs still wobbly as Nick tucks himself away and straightens his outfit. “Can’t have them knowing I just got my dick wet, right baby? See you back out there.”

He exits the bathroom and leaves you with slick running down your legs and your brain falling out of your ears. And he’s worried about you being the death of him?

You straighten yourself and use the bathroom for its intended purpose. Once back in the banquet hall, you pray to any god who will listen that you don’t look like you just got some dick. You see Nick and Matt in a conversation like he’d been here the whole time. When Dee asks why you look flustered, you lie and say you’re just a bit tired.

Nick overhears you talking to Dee and interjects himself into the conversation, “Why don’t we go get some fresh air? Don’t worry, Sis, I’ll take care of her.” Helping you out of your chair, you both say goodnight to those at dinner.

Nick takes you back to the cottage, pulling you behind him as he walks out onto the balcony. Crashing his lips to yours, his hands scrunch up the fabric of your dress until you feel the night air chill your skin.

“Hands on the railing, baby,” he says, peeling your soaked panties from you.

Nick’s pushing inside you in the next breath and it’s like he belonged there all along. Holding onto your hips, he begins his onslaught. All you can do is hold yourself up and be happy that no one is walking down this road because fuck they would be able to see you getting absolutely railed without abandon.

Your grip on the railing is faltering as he slams into you and he takes pity on you. He uses the grip on your hips to pull you back so you sit on his lap while he sits in the wicker chair. He moves you up and down on his dick while saying the filthiest things to you.

Once your climax hits, his pace falters and he thrusts up into you. His tip hits your cervix as he pumps you full. He holds you against him and kisses up your neck as you lay back on his chest. For a few moments, all you both can do is breathe and caress each other.

His dick slips free of you and you feel his load dripping from your thoroughly used hole.

“Come with me back to Virginia,” he whispers, surprising both of you, “Don’t say no just yet. Think about it. We don’t leave for a couple of days. I have not been this happy in a very long while and I think I make you happy too. Just think about it, Gumdrop.”

A million things go through your head at the thought of giving up your life in New Jersey. This was a big step after only a week of playing house. Your brain comes up with so many what-ifs and reasons to not leap. But then one thought sticks, and you smile.

When you know, you know.

January 27th, 2024 – Wedding Day

You were never a big crier, but you shed many tears watching your childhood best friend marry the love of her life. It fills you with hope that everything does happen for a reason. While listening to their vows, you wonder if you could ever make that type of commitment. At that moment, Nick squeezes your hand and you smile up at him. Like he could read your mind, he seems to always know what to do to give you comfort.

Then again, he has known you most of his life. And when you think about it, it has always been him. A distant memory replays in your head of him simply putting a band-aid on your skinned knee when you were nine and he was twelve. Even then, he was there for you with a smile and a friendly hug.

The wedding reception is an all-out party but you expect nothing less from the Fowlers. The music, the food, and the atmosphere are perfect. Dee enjoys herself and is just happy to be married to Matt. And you are so happy for her, to see her without a care in the world.

Nick focuses on you the entire night, making sure you are comfortable and that you have everything you need. You sit in his lap, effectively confirming any rumors that may have spread about you two. His hand on your knee is warm and you want to sneak out of here and take him to the nearest closet. But he doesn’t let you move an inch once he has you in his clutches.

The wedding photographer snaps a pic of you squealing when Nick plants a sloppy kiss on your cheek. The guests around you simultaneously swoon and groan, depending on their relationship status. Not that you care, you had your man. That’s all that matters.

After the wedding, you and Nick sneak off to a secluded area of the beach to look up at the stars. Taking off your shoes, you don’t mind the sand between your toes. You spend most of the night on the beach, just enjoying each other’s company under the moon.

You are lucky enough to see a few shooting stars, and you can’t stop yourself from making a wish or two. Wondering if Nick made a wish, you open your mouth to ask him but close it just as quickly. You know his wish already and only you could make it come true.

Coming back to the cottage is bittersweet. The last night of your vacation is spent lying naked with Nick. No sex, just intimate cuddling. You loved how safe you felt in his arms, and you couldn’t deny yourself this feeling.

January 28th, 2024

You’re nervous all morning and Nick tries his best to keep your mind off leaving the island. But all you want to do is spend all day in bed with him.

Saying goodbye to Dee that day is full of teary-eyed hand-holding, and you wouldn’t have it any other way. You hug her mother and father and thank them for inviting you.

Nick drives you to the ferry, thinking for all the world that this is the last time he will see you. But like you continue to do, you surprise him when he’s helping you with your bags.

“So, I have some things to clear up in Jersey, but I was thinking Valentine’s Day is just a couple of weeks away. You can come to my place and we can spend some time together. I may not be ready to move 7 hours away just yet. But I know that I am not ready to be without you. I want you to know that I want this, whatever this is,” you admit, gesturing between the two of you.

“I can be amenable to that. On one condition,” he offers, taking your hands in his.

“And what is that one condition, Nicky?” you press, wondering what else he could want or if your terms weren’t enough.

“When we are with each other again, I get to call you my girl. That’s it. Be mine, and all that?” he laughs, watching as the frown lines on your forehead disappear and a smile grows on your face.

“You had me for a second, Nicky. But, why wait? I’m all yours already. Plus, I’ve already planted my flag in your back pocket,” you tease, snaking your hand around to goose him.

“So that would make me your man, then? And you’re my girl. Makes me wanna ask what made you decide to try this with me?” he hesitates, half wanting an answer and the other half just happy that you said yes.

“Hey, like I always say,” you start, wrapping your arms around his neck, “When you know, you know.”

END…?

A/N: All of the places in this story are real, this is not an advertisement for Ocracoke Island, NC btw. I just loved vacationing here so much, that I wanted to use it in a story lol.

**Tag List** (since I never wrote for Nick, I didn't know who else to tag)

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daliaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa · 9 months

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Only you

#sebastian stan #bucky barnes #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan fandom #winter soldier #marvel #nick fowler #bucky x reader #the 355 #sebastian stan stans #bucky fanfic #james bucky buchanan barnes

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thewxtchwhowrites · 8 months

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Hi 💖✨

I'm back after a long time of being a silent reader of one-shots and fics (I have some of them that I would love to recommend), and also thanks to those authors for making wonderful works.

Anyway.

That led me to the conclusion of making my own Masterlist of my one-shots and fics, mainly to have more order in my blog and because I really want to write again because I LOVE to write.

🔥 = smut

(ES) = español

(EN) = english

Dean Winchester

Don't Boss me around - 1 & 2

Hold On

Sam Winchester

Positions - Old and New version

Castiel

Lucid Dreaming - One Shot

Bucky Barnes

Bus Stop (EN)

The winner takes it all

Healed (requested)

Loki Laufeyson (soon)

Steven Grant (soon)

Marc Spector (soon)

Eddie Munson

Hit the Pedal, Heavy Metal - 1 & 2

Lee Bodecker (soon)

Charles Blackwood (soon)

Jefferson Hatter (soon)

Graham (soon)

Hook / Killian Jones (soon)

August Booth / Pinocchio (soon)

Nick Fowler

Dangerous Woman

PD: I'll probably re-write some one-shots (improve grammar and even plot, so stay tuned), but don't worry, I won't delete the original.

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stqrksdottir · 2 years

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lloyd hansen, nick fowler,

ransom drysdale 🤝🏼 steve kemp

“if bad then why hot?”

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newwwwusername · 8 months

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Fic title : It's Just to Make Him Stop Complaining

@sicktember 2023 prompt : Fuzzy Socks

Rating : General Audiences

Fandom : Y : The Last Man (Hulu)

Pairing : Yorick & Agent 355

Additional tags : Apocalypse, Cold Feet, Socks, Good Friend Agent 355, she cares even if she won't admit it, Acts of Kindness, Gift Giving

Word count : 346

#fanfiction #fanfic #fanfic challenge #fanfic prompts #sicktember 2023 #sicktember alt prompt #fuzzy socks #y the last man #y the last man hulu #hulu y the last man #yorick brown #agent 355

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Hidden Sisters, Chapter 17

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: angst, MAJOR TW: mentions at the loss of children/stillborn babies, rough/difficult labor, mentions of blood

“And that’s what I’m telling you!” Jefferson said firmly, “we need to fortify our strongholds, make them impenetrable. My cousins started a war that we wanted no part in, but I will make sure that all who reside in my kingdom are protected!”

“But my king, we don’t have enough to adequately care for those outside of the village’s reach,” one of his nymphs spoke up, “if we invite all of our own into the city to make sure that they are-“

“I will care for all of my subjects!” Jefferson called, cutting the nymph off, “it’s an executive decision and I have made it. Call all subjects belonging to the woodland realm, and tell them that they need to come to the city. We’re going to be sealing it off so that all of us are contained and protected. Then make a second call for the guard. They-“

A throat cleared and for a moment Jefferson was livid. But Jefferson stopped speaking when he saw Samantha standing at the entrance to his war room. The woodland nymph’s heart swelled, seeing his mate finally safe within reach.

“I-I didn’t mean to interrupt…” she spoke gently.

“I have done what is asked, my king,” Chase said simply, “may I take my leave to go to my family?”

“Yes…yes…go,” Jefferson nodded, not at all paying attention to Chase. No, his eyes were only on his mates. He bounded across the room and held her in his arms, “my sweet, sweet Samantha. You are here and safe with me…you are at my kingdom.”

“Our kingdom,” she corrected. He nodded adoringly. A few of the nymphs gave one another curious looks, surprised that she was interjecting herself into the matter and calling the kingdom hers as well when she’d never been in it before now, but said nothing, “Jefferson…I’ve missed you so.”

The woodland nymph eagerly agreed, showering her in simple kisses. She giggled and he smiled, happy to know that he could cause her happiness, “I’ve missed you too, my love.”

“My king?”

Jefferson bit his lip and turned towards his subjects. In his excitedness to see his mate, he’d already forgotten about the plans he was building with his subjects to create a safe village for when the war inevitably landed on his front step. He turned towards Samantha once more and held her at arms length, an apologetic look already gracing his features, “my love…I am sorry…I do have to do this…but I can have my personal guard take you to our quarters so that you can rest and get some food. I will be up soon…”

She frowned, not at all happy with the answer that was given to her, but nodded regardless, “I understand.”

He leaned forward to press a chaste kiss to her lips, but at the last second she turned her head to the side, and the nymph caught her cheek.

“Very well,” he agreed, already feeling like he’d messed up. He looked to the blonde-haired blue eyed nymph that was standing off to the side, “Thor…would you please show my mate our shared quarters? And get some food in her as well.”

Thor nodded, a small grunt passing his lips as he pushed himself off the wall and towards the shifter. She eyed him curiously but said nothing, allowing him to pass and head out into the large halls. He didn’t say much, and instead, chose to lead in silence, making his way through the large home that Jefferson had built. The halls started to feel like a maze with walls lined in ivy.

“Where are you taking me.”

“To your quarters!” he said simply, not offering up more. A few moments later they came to a stop. Thor opened he doors, and Samantha was surprised to see a simple room. She frowned a little bit more. The room she’d been given at Jake and Ransom’s home had been far more decadent, but this room looked unimpressive in comparison.

“Where’s the rest of it?”

Thor narrowed his eyes slightly at her, “What do you mean?”

“Where is the rest of his quarters?” she questioned, stepping into the simple room. The floors, ceilings, and walls were made of the same simple wood. There were no painted items or decorations along the wall aside from ivy. And the windows didn’t even have glass in them. In place of a bed was a fluffy looking pod and it’s designed reminded her of a brown and white mushroom.

“This is a traditional looking room!” he said as though it were obvious, “I do not know what you expected the quarters to look like.”

“At Ransom and Jakes-“

“We are nymphs, shifter…not fae,” he snarled, “we do not strive for the extravagance that they do! Jefferson especially prides himself on being extremely close with nature. He would not surrender that for opulence.”

“A coat of paint wouldn’t hurt anything.”

“Actually many paints have toxins that would have negative influences on the surrounding environment…Jefferson wouldn’t do that.”

“We’ll see.”

Thor left in a huff, telling her simply that Jefferson would be up ‘soon.’ So with a look of disdain she began inching towards the bed. She released a sigh as she sunk into it. It was much softer than it looked, and way more comfortable than she’d given it credit. And not a second too soon, she realized how truly tired she was from her journey, and she quickly drifted to sleep.

“GET THE KING!”

Commotion ensued around Jennifer. The midwives rushed her, while others ran away from the crowded room to get Nick, who was busy dealing with other important things inside the swell of the mountain.

Jennifer screamed as another wave of contractions hit. She tried to just breathe, but it wasn’t making much difference. A stabbing pain in her stomach made her scream again, nearly falling back into the midwive’s waiting arms.

“She’s bleeding!” one of them called out.

“My babies!” Jennifer whimpered, feeling all too weak and vulnerable. The blood spot on her pants got bigger and a second midwife led her over to the bed and helped her get her pants off, “help my babies.”

“Get King Nick,” another midwife yelled from down the hall, “she’s going into labor!”

“The babies!”

“They’re coming, queen Jennifer!”

She screamed once more, the stabbing sensation turning into a heavy pressure in her core. Her hands reached around the swell of her belly. Inside she could feel movement, but there was a twist in her stomach that made her feel like something was wrong. Another heavy whimper left her lips and she began to sob, “s-something. Something’s wrong!”

“I’m here!”

“NICK!”

Nick ran to his wife’s side. He was quick to cradle her face and shower her in kisses, “I’m so sorry I wasn’t here earlier. I’m so sorry bab-“

“The babies!” she whimpered, cutting him off, “Something’s wrong, but they aren’t listening.”

“My queen, you need to push!”

“My wife is saying that-“

“The babies are in distress!” the head midwife said swiftly, cutting the nervous parents off, “you need to push my queen, before it is too late!”

“What does she mean, too late?” he asked, looking nervously towards her, “too late?”

“My queen, you must push!” one of the midwives begged, “on your next contrac-“

But she too was cut off; this time by Jennifer screaming again.

“Push, my queen!”

“Push!”

“Push,” Nick agreed worriedly, holding his wife, “my love, you need to push!”

“Keep the guard on high alert!” Nick commanded as he watched the midwives with his nymphs. He could tell by the way that the two surviving hatchlings held on that they were the perfect combination of him; one a fire, and one a water nymph, “Lance will want to claim my son as his subject.”

Jennifer’s head snapped in the direction of her husband’s, “what are you talking about? No-no one’s taking the babies from us, Nick! N-“

“Raze is a water nymph, my love…Lance will want to take him!”

“I won’t let him!” she snarled, glaring at him. She went to get up from the bed, but the pain in her stomach made her cringe and retreat back into her partially laying position. She reached out to Nick, tears in her eyes, “don’t let them take our babies, Nick…”

“No one is going to touch Raze or Sai. I promise that to you!” She tearfully nodded, and Nick sat beside her on the bed. The two fire bassinets beside them were filled with the volcanic rock and ash of their stillborn children. She began breaking down and Nick was quick to pull her towards his chest, “it’s okay, my love. It-It’s not your fault…”

“They’re gone, Nick…”

“Unfortunate, but true,” he sighed, his own tears welling up as he silently mourned his other two hatchlings, “fire nymphs have a high mortality rate when there’s more than two in a group…we’re lucky to have Sai and Raze.”

“I don’t feel lucky!” she admitted, crying against him, “we lost two of our children, Nick…two of our babies…they grew inside me for-“

“I know!” he said quickly, cutting her off, “and I know that there is nothing I can say that will make it right…but we have to protect our own right now…”

Nick looked to the two midwives who had gotten the boys calm. Walking over, they held out the hatchlings to them. Nick took his fire nymph son, Sai, and passed him to his wife, then took his water nymph son, Raze, and held him close.

“We can’t lose them, Nick…”

“We won’t, my love…”

“I’m so afraid, Nick,” she admitted, looking away from her son, who was sleeping soundly in her arms, “what if it happens to Sai and Raze…what if they-“

“They won’t,” he replied, cutting his wife off. He didn’t want to hear her say those words, didn’t want her to put out into the air that they could lose the boys as well, “no one will take them. No one will harm them. And anyone that wants to come for them will have to get through me.”

Chapter 18

Tag List: @lohnes16, @dontbescaredtosingalong, @teambarnes72

#fated au #the hidden sisters #hidden sisters #a/b/o fic #a/b/o fanfic #a/b/o #nick fowler #nymph king nick fowler #fire nymph #the 355 #nymph nick fowler #jefferson #once upon a time #mad hatter #nymph king jefferson #wood nymph

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cadaverthor · 4 months

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Chapter 25 (pt. 25)

Maybe he should stop saying things like that. He was certain it was true, but he didn't want to hurt Poe like that. He almost apologized again when Rose cut in.

"Can I work in quiet now?"

"Sorry, Rose." Poe shot her an apologetic look. "We'll get out of your way."

#luke writes fanfic #luke writes 2023 #day 355

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still-simping-over-sambucky · 2 years

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I wrote something! It’s a crossover story between tfatws and the 355

#my fanfic writing #marvel #the falcon and the winter soldier #tfatws #the 355

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cummin-n-cryin · 1 year

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AHHHH I'm obsessed over your fanfic secret sweetheart!! I was wondering if you could do another version but with Lilia, Ace, Rook and Epel? Thank you!

~Thank you for your request!

Secret Sweetheart - part 3

Lilia Vanrouge + Ace Trappola + Rook Hunt + Epel Felmier x gn!reader

Tw: Yandere, mild stalking, slight hints of having children with reader (gender neutral!), I think that's it

Wordcount: 379 + 381 + 409 + 355

SideNote: I don't do 4/four characters my limit is 3/three per request buuuuut this one time I will do the four of them. I'm glad you liked it so much! I hope this was okay!

~Lilia Vanrouge~

With how long Lilia has been around, he has most definitely met people like you: cold and distant, never letting anyone get too close to them. It's a shame you're so harsh as his poor heart yearns for you.

Oh, but Lilia is such a charming and pretty boy, he'll melt that ice away from your heart in no time! He's sure that you're just a bundle of joy waiting for the right spark to help you open up and who better to help than him?

Well.. that's what he believed at first, but it seems you're much more stubborn than he thought. Poor Lilia, it seems his unmatched adorableness simply wasn't working on you.

Perhaps he's just going at it the wrong way? There must be something that will help you to open up more...

The pitter patter of tiny feet shook Lilia from his thoughts. He turned only to see none other than Cheka. Ah, now why is Leona's nephew running around the college grounds unsupervised?

Lilia simply couldn't help himself from picking up the small boy and tossing him around. Cheka laughed and giggled as the older fae danced around with him. Playing with Cheka reminded Lilia of the time he spent taking care of Silver and Sebek when they were young. Oh, how much they've grown since then!

However, Lilia soon heard rushing footsteps. Looking up, he saw you quickly approaching. He put Cheka down, watching as you kneeled down and looked him over. You talked to Cheka as you grabbed his hand within your own, looking at the small boy with a kind smile before pulling him along with you, but not before looking over your shoulder and giving a harsh glare to the older fae.

My, such an accusatory glare! Lilia couldn't help but snicker to himself. So, children are the way to your heart? How interesting...

It just makes him even more determined to get you closer to him. He would absolutely love to see his dearest one taking care of children. His heart grows warm just thinking about it. It would be such a precious sight~

He simply can't wait till he can get his hands on you. He'll give you as many children as you want! He really doesn't mind~

~Ace Trappola~

Damn you can be harsh...

Though, Ace would be lying to himself if he said that your harsh and cold personality was something he hated. It was nice to have someone with a no nonsense attitude like you, but honestly, you could be a bit nicer.

Seeing you get into fights with other students was hilarious though.. yeah, maybe you shouldn't change, haha!

Of course, while Ace enjoys your harshness, (unless it's directed at him) it does make being friends with you difficult at times. Especially with that whole lone wolf thing you got goin' on.

Maybe that's a good thing, 'cause now he doesn't have to worry about people trying to bother you. Especially when he could be the one bothering you instead~!

Ace, seeing you as just a fun friend he could hang out with, would change however.

Cheka had appeared at the school walking close by Leona's side. Leona and Cheka would then run into Ace and Deuce. Leona, seeing a way out of having to watch over the child, threw the small boy at the duo before quickly walking off.

Ace grumbled about how lazy Leona was before directing his attention to Cheka. Ace and Deuce then spent the time walking around campus with the small child, showing off different places and overall having a good time.

With all this walking around they were bound to come across you eventually.

Ace waved as you approached the three of them, Cheka quickly catching your attention. Seeing you go from your normal cold and distant personality to being so vibrant and kind was.. surprising, to say the least.

So, you warm up around kids, huh?

Well, he never really thought about having kids before, but if it's with you.. then maybe having kids won't be so bad...

What the hell is he saying?! Is he really considering having kids with you?! I mean you're not that bad looking, you're also fun to be around and seeing you be so nice to Cheka makes him feel... -wha!!

Where are all these stupid thoughts coming from? He sees you being all nice with Cheka and now he's thinking stuff like this, seriously? Why's his face and chest feel so damn warm?

Ugh, he really must have hit his head or something...

~Rook Hunt~

Once Rook has his eyes set on you there's no way he's going to let you get away from him.

Your harsh personality does little to scare off this hunter. If anything, it just tempts him more. Every time he gets near you he's practically shaking with excitement. What cruel words will you spit in his face next? Please do tell him of all the things you hate about him!

He loves to see the hate and irritation burning within your eyes. Beauté! Such fire, such passion! It sets his heart aflame!

Try as you might to run from him, but it will do you no good. If there's one thing this hunter doesn't do is give up a good chase and you are just oh, so tempting~

Your poison is addicting and he simply can't get enough of it. He craves your beauty, your soul, your heart. While he greatly enjoys the cruelty you show him he waits for the day that you will look at him the same way he looks at you, with love.

He fantasizes about it constantly. Will your love be like your hatred, a raging fire? Or perhaps, it's like the calming sounds of rain or the ocean's rolling waves. Oh, how he desires you~!

However, you're quite the elusive prey. No matter his methods you always manage to slip away from him. Whether it be from the help of your companions or your distrusting nature, none of his charms seem to work on you...

He was at a loss. What could be your weakness?

Well, lucky for him his answer appeared.

Leona's nephew Cheka had showed up at the college one day. Rook was quick to welcome the young boy to the college and offered to show him around Pomefiore anytime he'd like.

He kept a close eye on the boy as he wandered around the school, the hunter never too far behind.

Then you appeared. Rook kept hiding as he watched you talk to Cheka. You spoke to the young boy with a kind smile and looked down at him with soft eyes.

Seeing your interaction with Cheka made Rook nothing short of excited. Any good hunter would be excited at discovering their prey's weakness.

Children, such sweet and innocent things. It's no wonder you're cold heart only beats for them!

But of course, how could he possibly use this to capture that heart of yours?

This will require much planning..

~Epel Felmier~

Epel actually kind of admired you!

Yeah, maybe by other people's standards you were quite harsh but if anything, Epel saw you as strong and confident. He admired your ability to speak your mind without being afraid of the consequences. He really wished that he could be as confident as you were...

Epel frequently tried to hang out with you. He thought that if he became friends with you he might be seen as cool.

However, with your standoffish personality it was quite the challenge. But, he was determined. He'll get you to see just how cool he is! He'll prove that he's not some weak boy!

So, with this determination he pursued you. Trying to gain your attention and become your friend.

This kinda worked. You'd pay him more attention but you still mostly just ignored him. Which frustrated Epel greatly. How could he make you think he's cool?

In a bout of frustration he had decided to take a stroll around the school, thinking that getting some fresh air would help clear his head.

However, he ended up stumbling upon something quite surprising.

He saw you and a child sitting on a bench talking to each other. The way you looked at the boy reminded Epel of his family. It made Epel's heart warm up at the sight, as memories of home flooded his mind.

But, the sight also made Epel confused. You usually had this cool, tough guy persona goin' on, so it was really strange to see you being all nice for once.

He was shocked back to reality when he realized that he'd been awkwardly standing there, staring at you.

Epel quickly approached you both, greeting the boy and learning he was Cheka, Leona's nephew. Epel was friendly albeit a bit awkward interacting with him.

Admittedly, seeing you go all soft with Cheka sparked something deep within him. Something he couldn't quite name, but it felt strong and he was going to chase whatever that feeling was.

He just knows that he wants to get closer to you.

#yandere twst x reader #yandere twst #yandere twisted wonderland #lilia vanrouge #ace trappola #rook hunt #epel felmier #tw yandere

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a taste of danger - nick fowler and sierra six x reader

Plot: It was just supposed to be an ordinary mission - Y/N was sent out by her boyfriend, mob boss Nick Fowler to find Sierra Six, charm him and throw him off their scent. Little did she know though, that her meeting with Six would change everything. Pairing: MobBoss!Nick Fowler x Female!Reader and Agent!Sierra Six x Female!Reader Warnings: 18+ Please! This is a dark fic. Mentions of abuse and violence against the reader, manipulation, smut (fingering and masturbation), some dub/non-con and SA, possessive behaviour, degradation, threats of violence and death, blood, alcohol and Nick Fowler, because that man is a warning all on his own. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: I love both Ryan and Sebastian, AND Six and Nick, so ever since I saw The Gray Man, I thought of Nick and Six interacting and their dynamic, so here we are! Even though they don’t meet in this...yet? This fic took me forever to write, and I hope you like it! Not beta-d, so all mistakes are my own. Also credit to my best friend @staticscreenwriting for my dividers.

Adjusting the hem of her dress and rechecking her lipstick in the mirror, Y/N’s gaze flickers to the door once again. Hopefully Sierra Six comes in soon, and then she can get this over with and go home. Her boyfriend Nick asked her…well, more like ordered her to go find Six and charm him, because his investigation was getting a little too close to home. Y/N doesn’t know exactly what Nick is so worried about Six finding out, but she learned a long time ago to stop asking too many questions about Nick’s job. All she knows is that Nick is a mob boss, the head of a powerful group of people. If Six found them, Nick and his business would be in a lot of danger. So Nick sent her out to charm six and throw him off the scent, turning his head just enough for all the evidence to disappear. And the whole time, Nick is the puppet master, controlling everything. Nick told her to use her…feminine charms on Six, because in his words, any hot-blooded male would be foolish to not go for her. It’s why her lipstick choice is bright red, and why her dress is cut in just the right way to show enough cleavage and leg.

Sighing, Y/N fiddles awkwardly with her fingers. She loves Nick, of course she does, and she’d do anything to make him happy. But she’s just so tired of all of this. Of the scheming, the threats, the fear of someone trying to find her or Nick for some kind of retribution. Not to mention being treated like an object by everyone, including Nick. Deep down, Y/N’s wanted out of this lifestyle for a long time. Sometimes, she likes to imagine having a normal life. One not stained by blood, and one that’s full of love, rather than fear. In all honesty, she wants the ideal life: the perfect house with the picket fence, marriage, and maybe even kids. But she knows it’s foolish to dream of that, because it’ll never come true. The mob is her life, and it will be forever.

Besides, there's no way she could ever leave. She’s been with Nick and the mob ever since the beginning, when Nick saved her from a life on the streets. The mob life is all she knows. And by this point, she’s too closely intertwined with the mob, and she’s seen too much. Despite how much Nick tells her he loves her and warns the others that she’s off limits, she knows he’d be the first one ordering her to be killed before she got too far. Although she’s given most of her life to Nick (and by extension, the mob), she means nothing to them. It hurts, but it’s just the way they work. Suddenly, the door opens once more, and Y/N notices Six walking in. Showtime. As he sits down at the bar and orders a drink, Y/N braces herself and walks over to him, trying to ignore her stomach twisting with anxiety. Hopefully, this works. For everyone’s sake.

“Is that seat taken?” She asks, hoping her voice sounds alluring enough. Six grunts something in agreement, and she takes a seat, adding a “Thanks, handsome.” Nick used to love it when she spoke to him like that, but now, he barely looks at her. Well, unless he wants something from her, like this mission. Ordering a glass of wine, she can feel Six’s eyes on her immediately. Even though she knows it’s part of the job, being stared at like she’s a piece of meat never stops making her uncomfortable. “So, why is a handsome guy like you all alone on a Saturday night?” She turns to face Six as she asks the question. And as soon as she meets his blue eyes, her breath catches in her throat. God, this man is fucking gorgeous. Her eyes move even lower, to the muscles bulging through his suit jacket. This mission might be harder than she thought.

“Well, I just needed a break. And besides, I’m not alone, am I? You’re here now.” His comment makes them both chuckle, and Six clinks his beer bottle with her wine glass. Immediately, Y/N feels more at ease, just by being around Six, despite Nick’s warnings about him. Of course, she knows Nick is definitely not a saint. Yet with the way Nick spoke about Six, she thought he was worse, some kind of monster, a villain who came to destroy their happiness, and has to be stopped at all costs. In fact, he seems to be the exact opposite. As time goes on, they keep chatting to one another, and for a moment, Y/N forgets why she’s actually there. In fact, she could stay and talk to Six for hours, not to throw him off the scent, but to get to know him better. In a way, it stops being a job for her. But even though she wants to get closer to Six, Y/N knows she has to do what she came here for.

“So….” She trails off, leaning in closer and batting her eyelashes. “How about you and I get out of here and get to know each other better?” Six looks her up and down, and Y/N thinks he’s about to take her up on her offer. To her disappointment, though, Six shakes his head and gets up, muttering something about how busy he is, and how he has to go. Y/N watches him as he goes, wondering if she should follow him and try to charm him more before everything falls apart, and before her life as she knows it is destroyed. Yet, Y/N doesn’t move, and continues to watch him leave. Because deep down, she knows there’s nothing else she can do. Besides, if she kept trying to convince Six to spend time with her, he would probably find it suspicious, and that would do more harm than good for both of them.

With another sigh, Y/N turns back to the bartender and orders another glass of wine.

After another few drinks, Y/N leaves the bar. Her mind is full of anxiety the entire walk back as she wonders how the hell she can explain to Nick what happened, and why she failed at her mission. Hopefully, he somehow takes it well, even though she knows he’s going to be pissed. And there’s nothing scarier than a pissed off Nick Fowler. When Nick’s mad, it’s almost as if he snaps, and becomes a completely different person, even more dangerous than he is usually. So, she’s fucked.

Suddenly, she hears footsteps behind her, and her heart rate picks up. At first, she thinks (or rather, hopes) it’s Nick, sending someone to pick her up and see how she did. But she knows that’s not his style. Nick likes things a little more subtle. He’s not the type to do things so publicly. Her pace quickens, as does the person behind her. So the only explanation is that someone is following her. Warily, she clenches her fist together, trying to remember the self-defence training Nick taught her. Before she can do anything, however, someone grabs her, dragging her into a nearby alleyway. She tries to scream, but her assailant covers her mouth with their hand. As she is slammed against a wall, Y/N’s leg flies out, striking her assailant in the leg. It’s only until she hears an:

“Ah, fuck!” That she realises who it is.

“Six?” she frowns, her voice muffled by his hand from her mouth. Groaning, Six removes his hand, and his blue eyes are soon back on her. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! Why were you following me?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” He huffs. “Like why you, the girlfriend of the mob boss Nick Fowler, were flirting with me and trying to get me to leave with you?” When her brows furrow, and she asks:

“How did you-?” Six laughs. He looks over her once more, his concentrated gaze making her shiver. He is really hot.

“Please, I’m a CIA agent. What do you expect? I’ve been tracking you and your boyfriend for a long time. So again, tell me why you were following me. Are you that unhappy in your relationship? Am I your little piece on the side? Or is it because you and your boyfriend know that I’ve been tracking him, and he sent you out here to stop me rather than facing me himself?” Shit. Y/N feels the heat on her cheeks building. She opens her mouth to reply, but can’t find the words. “Well? Answer me.” Six demands, his forceful voice making the heat on her cheeks deepen as she feels the familiar feelings of arousal building. Oh god. This can’t be happening. Not here, not ever.

“My romantic life is none of your concern.” She snaps, hoping it’s enough to get him to back off. Unsurprisingly, though, Six continues his onslaught.

“That’s what you’re most worried about? Come on. Just tell me the truth, and I won’t hurt you.”

“What, you think I’m scared of you? Because I’m not.” She hisses. “Do what you want.” Six shrugs.

“Fine. In that case, when your boyfriend and his associates come to get you, I’ll be waiting for them.”

“No!” she gasps suddenly, immediately regretting it. Six raises a brow, and she sighs. “Fine. I’m here to tell you to stay away from Nick Fowler and his associates before you get hurt. Trust me, he’s a dangerous man, and you don’t want to cross him.”

“I can’t do that. He’s done a lot of bad things, and hurt a lot of innocent people.”

“And you haven’t either? I’ve heard about the shit you pulled.” Six rolls his eyes.

“That was part of the job. Besides, why are you defending him so much?”

“Because I love him! I’m sorry that you don’t understand that feeling.” She hisses. When she sees Six’s face fall slightly in reaction to her comment, a part of her feels bad. Yet, the change in his expression is gone almost as soon as she notices it. She studies his face closely in the dim light. Even with the lack of light, he is gorgeous. Nick told her that Six is her enemy, but something about him is alluring to her. “Sorry.” She murmurs. “You just need to trust me and stay away from us both.”

“For your own safety or for mine?” Six asks. Honestly, Y/N doesn’t know the answer to that question. However, Six must notice something register in her expression, so his facial expression softens slightly. “Are you okay? Is he hurting you? Is that why I have to stay away?”

“Oh my god, please fucking stop with the twenty questions! Just leave us alone!” She orders. But Six still continues to stare at her, increasing Y/N’s anger. Why won’t he just listen and leave her alone?

“You know, if he’s doing something to you, I can’t sit by and let him do it. I can see it in your face. You’re terrified.” Even though, deep down, Y/N is grateful for his concern, and she knows he could probably keep her safe for a while, it won’t help him against Nick Fowler. Six can’t get involved with her. It’s too dangerous. The last thing she wants is his blood on her hands. So, when Six asks if she’s sure that she’s okay, Y/N nods. She can tell that he doesn’t believe her, but it’s better than the alternative. “Look, at least let me tell you where to find me if you need help.”

“Are you insane?! How the hell is that going to help? What if Nick finds it?” She demands. “Look, I know you want to help, and I appreciate you looking out for me, but I don’t need it. Besides, I need to go. He’ll get suspicious if I’m gone too long.” She turns to go, but Six grabs her arm, pulling her back to him. Before she can say anything, he pulls her close, tenderly kissing her lips. When he stops kissing her, she angrily slaps him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! You can’t do that!”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Six mumbles. “You’re just so beautiful, and something about you is alluring to me, despite how much danger it could put us in. I know I shouldn’t, but I want to be with you, and make sure you’re safe.”

“Yeah, you should be sorry.” Still though, her mind fills with conflicted thoughts. Despite how angry she is at Six, she can’t deny how good the kiss was, and how much it makes her entire body tingle. Nick never makes her feel like this. So cared for, so protected...so loved. She feels her desire grow. This time, it's a desire for Six. “And I’m sorry for what I’m about to do.” She murmurs, before kissing him back, this time even harder and deeper. She knows it’s wrong, but Six kisses her with such love and tenderness, so much more than Nick, and in that moment, she wants to stay with him. Six’s hands tangle in her hair, and she wraps hers around his waist.

“Come with me.” Six whispers. Even though she’s starting to want to, Y/N shakes her head.

“I can’t. We’re both from two different worlds.”

“I’ll find you.”

“Please don’t look for me. Trust me Six, you don’t want to save me.” And then, with one last peck on his lips, Y/N goes.

When she gets home, Y/N tries her best to sneak back to her bedroom with no one noticing her. On the way, she thinks of Six, and her heart and body continue to ache for him. As she thinks about him, the pleasure between her thighs returns, and her pussy tingles. But it’s okay. She’s almost back to safety, and then she can deal with this and pretend it never happened. Even though Six has probably already tracked her location, and will no doubt have agents sat outside within the hour.

“There you are! I was wondering where you got to.” Nick’s voice sounds. Immediately, Y/N stops, her blood running cold.

“Nick! I thought you were in a meeting!” She gasps. Oh shit, shit, shit. Nick raises an eyebrow at her confusion.

“Don’t be silly. I had to come see my best girl after her first mission.” He steps forward, planting a kiss on her forehead. His kisses definitely aren’t the same as Six’s. “How did it go?” He asks with a grin.

“It seems like he’s going to back off.” She lies, hoping that Nick doesn’t pick up on the lie. Or at least…that she only hopes Six is backing off, even though she knows he definitely isn’t going to.

“Good girl.” Yet, despite her telling him what he wanted to hear, Nick frowns. “Something’s different about you.” He murmurs.

“Oh. Really? How so?” Y/N asks, trying to play it cool, trying to play it cool, despite the fear running through her veins. Nick’s eyes scan her body curiously, causing Y/N to let out a small gasp despite her attempts to seem calm, and her heart rate rises.

“I think there’s something you’re not telling me.”

“Nick, I swear to you there’s nothing I’m hiding from you.” She insists.

“You really expect me to believe that?” Nick scoffs. “I can smell him all over you. What happened?”

“Nothing! We just talked and kissed. That’s all, I swear.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me.” Nick hisses. Without another word, His hand disappears up her skirt, his fingers brushing against the fabric of her underwear. Y/N quivers, and Nick tuts. “I thought so. Your pussy is dripping wet, you filthy whore.”

“I’m sorry.” Y/N whimpers.

“Not good enough.” Nick tuts, grabbing her chin and turning her face to face him. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” He orders. “What is it? Am I not good enough for you anymore? Do you not want me? Is it Six you want?” As he interrogates her, he keeps rubbing his finger along her underwear. Feeling herself getting wetter by the moment, Y/N gasps. “Answer me.”

“No.” She whispers. A slap hits her cheek, and she winces.

“Louder.”

“No.” She repeats.

“No, what?” He hisses. When she doesn’t reply right away, he pulls down her underwear and slips his finger inside, causing her to yelp slightly. “Answer me.”

“No, Nick. It’s you I want.” She insists. “It’s always been you.” Yet, despite her insistence, Nick continues to question her.

“You think you can just leave after all this? After everything I’ve done? I saved you from a life in the gutter, because I love you, and this is how you repay me?” His grip on her tightens, and Y/N yelps in pain, but Nick continues. “Who do you think pays for your good lifestyle and your little shopping sprees, you little whore? Because it’s not him.” He increases his speed, and Y/N writhes and moans under his grasp. As the sensation of Nick’s hot breath against her skin continues, she bites down hard, trying to quiet the beast threatening to erupt from within her. “You want to leave me, but who’s the one exciting you and pleasuring you? It’s me. You need me, don’t you?”

“Yes Nick. I do.” Her voice comes out as a strained squeak, and Nick chuckles. She clutches his arm, signifying to him that she’s close. Nick smirks. “Nick, I’m going to….” Y/N gasps but is cut off as she finally comes. She lets out a scream of pleasure, one so loud it almost shakes the walls of the building. And the whole time, Nick watches her. Once she’s done, he lets go, and she falls to the floor with an ��oof’. Nick stays standing, staring down at her as if she’s nothing more than a piece of garbage he’d scrape off his shoe.

“Remember, I own you Y/N. You’re mine. The only way you’re getting out of here is in a fucking body bag. Do you understand me?” Suddenly finding herself unable to speak, Y/N nods. Nick chuckles. “But if you want it, then that can certainly be arranged. And I’ll see to it that agent friend of yours joins you.” Y/N knows he’s not joking. “Go tidy yourself up.” Nick orders. “We have guests coming.” He walks past her, disappearing down the hallway. As soon as he’s gone, Y/N starts sobbing.

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