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frostironfudge · 2 years ago

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Redemption

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

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

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

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

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

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Keep your breathing even.

Let them think you’re knocked out cold still.

Don’t flinch at the pinch in your arm.

Stay alert.

Footsteps, retreating, one person. Medium build.

Chair scarpes, neglected and worn wood.

Beeping, microwave.

Scents, cheese melting.

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

Rustling, foil unwrapping.

Clinking, cutlery on a plate.

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

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

The rope remains tethered.

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

The earlier footsteps come closer again.

Max. You recognise the voice a moment too late.

Why would he? No.

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

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

An unspoken conversation occurs and Nick stands back.

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

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

You look up at Max.

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

“Max it isn’t–,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Max, let her go.” Nick warns.

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

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

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

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

“Ni-Nick,” You plead.

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

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

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

Nick’s eyes widen in the slightest.

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

“You wouldn’t.” Nick calls his bluff.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

His actions and his words have your mind reeling.

Was this a con you were pulling on Nick?

Was Nick working with Max to get you behind bars?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Crawl.”

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

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

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

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

“Why are you demeaning her?” He questions.

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

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

“She’s fucked you over.” Nick states.

“She fucked you over too.” Max adds.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your thighs clench, your body betraying you.

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

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

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

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

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

“I wasn’t going to betray—,”

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

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

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

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

You nod, “Please.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A sharp sting on your cunt has you cry out.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not a word of praise.

You’ve been good, you apologised.

Yet nothing.

Just pain.

It stopped feeling good too.

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

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

You sob, crying out broken sorries.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You want a taste, prinţesă?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You blink, they meet your gaze in the reflection.

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

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

“I do.”

“Whose are you?” Max raises a brow.

“Both of yours.” Your answer pleases them.

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

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

You’re kissed again, one by one.

Rewarded by tongues and wandering hands.

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

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

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

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

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

You stare at the food and drink.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Hi, Bucky. I missed you.”

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

“I have.”

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

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

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

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

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chaashni · 2 years ago

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Dollar, Dollar Bills

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Almost.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nick had other plans.

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

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

They had something you could never.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You could almost feel the handprint form on your ass.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Now's your time.

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

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

"I'm never gonna leave, babygirl."

"Liar."

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

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

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

"Good -fucking- girl."

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valleyfae · 2 years ago

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Bucky giving his little kitten what she so desperately needs: his cum ── (s, pp)

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18th-century daddy!Bucky comforts you at a gala when noticing you feel little ── (ddlg, h/c)

Mean dom!Bucky putting you in your place after being a brat and talking’s back to him ── (s)

Mean dom!Nick Fowler, punishment + throat fucking + cock and ball worship ── (s)

Best friends dad!Sebastian reminds you that you are always welcome at his home ── (h/c)

Dark mean stepdad!Sebastian punishing you with a paddle ── (s, d)

Dad!Lee Bodecker coming home after work ── (f)

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biteofcherry · 1 year ago

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Ruby Garden Series

BDSM Club - various characters

Summary: Separate stories will focus on a different a pairing and have its own summary. The main background is that it all takes place in a private club Ruby Garden which caters to bdsm community.

Warnings: each part will get its separate warnings, but in general: BDSM themes; D/s dynamic; Dom/sub; spanking and other impact play; oral; anal; orgasm control; edging; sex toys; power imbalance; ssc - safe sane consensual;

Dom!Andy Barber

Dom!Ari Levinson

Dom!Steve Rogers

Dom!Lloyd Hansen

Dom!Nick Fowler

Dom!Bucky Barnes + Dom!Curtis Everett

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late-to-the-party-81 · 2 years ago

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Kinktober Master list

Day One- Good Boy Subby!Bucky x Reader (Mommy Kink and Edging)

Day Two - Wrap me up in your love Frank Castle x Reader, from It can’t rain all the time (Shibari and competence kink)

Day Three - A good ‘bad idea’ Mean Dom!Steve x Reader, from I love you then I hate you (Impact play and Bratting)

Day Four - Strangers in the night Unknown CE or SS character x Reader (Sensory Deprivation and Anonymous Sex)

Day Five - No work and all play Ransom x Reader (Dumbification and Free Use)

Day Six - Take everything you need Ari x Reader from Ari and his Angel series (Anal sex and Praise kink)

Day Seven - Run (You belong to me) Hulk x Reader from You, Me and the Other Guy (Primal play and Breeding kink)

Day Eight - Versatile Camboy! Sam x Reader from Whatta Man (Pegging and Mirror sex)

Day Nine - You and me, always Steve x Bucky (Oral sex and a Uniform fetish)

Day Ten - Can't fight the moonlight Werewolf! Ari x Reader (Cream Pie and Werewolf/Shifter)

Day Eleven - All for one, and one for all SamStucky x Reader from Conclave (Triple Penetration and Aftercare)

Day Twelve - The awfully good, terribly bad day part 1 Steve x Bucky x Thor x Agent! Reader (Orgy and Sex Pollen)

Day Thirteen - The awfully good, terribly bad day part 2 Steve x Bucky x Thor x Agent! Reader (Size Kink and Bukkake)

Day Fourteen - Things that go bump in the night Jefferson, Lee Bodecker, Charles Blackwood & Nick Fowler x Reader (Gangbang and Clothing Disparity) DARK FIC

Day Fifteen - Once more, with feeling DBF! Steve x Reader from Like fireworks on the 4th July (Overstimulation and Sex Toys)

Day Sixteen - Trust in me Virgin Pre-Serum Steve x Vampire Bucky (Lingerie and Vampire)

Day Seventeen - Give you hell Lance Tucker x Reader (Hate Sex and Cum Marking)

Day Eighteen - I own you (body and soul) Loki x Reader (CNC x Dacraphilia)

Day Nineteen - Good girls get treats Daddy!Val x Puppy!Reader x Mommy!Nat from Good Pup (Pet Play and WLW)

Day Twenty - It's all about experience Peter Parker x Reader, Stephen Strange x Reader (Cuckolding and Age Difference)

Day Twentyone - Tit for tat SamStucky x Reader from Conclave (Voyeurism and JOI)

Day Twentytwo - Whatever he wants Mafia!Tony x Reader (Exhibitionism and Objectification)

Day Twentythree - Planes and Barons and Knives, oh my! Zemo x OFC! Marcy from Bad Kids (Knifeplay and Roleplay)

Day Twentyfour - Sex outside the bedroom Sam x Bucky, part of BBB22 (Leather and Frotting)

Day Twentyfive - Control Lloyd Hansen x Reader (Degradation and Omoroshi)

Day Twentysix - I was made for loving you Sam x Bucky, fits into my SamBucky Stories (Nipple play and Intercrural Sex)

Day Twentyseven - Food for thought Thor x Reader (Oral Fixation and Food play)

Day Twentyeight - Need you now Nomad Steve x Reader (A/B/O and Biting)

Day Twentynine - Her Master's voice Loki x Reader (High Protocol D/S and Collaring)

Day Thirty - To sleep, perchance to dream Eddie Brock x Reader x Venom (Somnophilia and Tentacle Sex)

Day Thirtyone - Very, very frightening Sex Worker Thor x Reader, from Thunderbolts and Lightning (Electroplay andSafeword usage)

Tagging some beauts: @sidepartskinnyjeans @christywantspizza @yarnforbrains @maladaptivexxdaydreaming @lunarbuckv @navybrat817 @jobean12-blog @poppunksnowwhite @summerofsnowflakes @tuiccim @bucky-barnes-diaries

#kinktober 2022 #late writes #kinktober masterlist

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stylesxreads · 3 years ago

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Undercover (part 4) - Nick Fowler

Masterlist

Pairing: Nick Fowler x Reader

Word Count: 1,636

Summary: After not seeing Nick for 2 months, feelings has been pent up for too long. You both decide to let it all out..

Author’s Note: Smut.

Warnings: Teasing, dom!Nick , smut. absolute filth. degradation. unprotected sex. vaginal sex. cursing. pet name. slight breeding kink. squirting. slight choking.

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Nick threw you onto the bed, his hands roaming your body aggressively. His lips were rough against yours as his tongue assaulted your own. Your breathe was heavy as he pressed his thigh into your pussy.

“I’m going to ruin you.” He whispers against your lips, his eyes dark with lust.

“Is that a promise?” You panted out at him, he grinned and pushed you back onto the mattress, his lips attached to your neck immediately sucking harshly. Surely, there would be a bruise in the morning.

You moaned out in pleasure as he sucked, his hand snaked down to your breast, grabbing it harshly. Your head tilted upward and your back arched up off the bed. The things you were feeling were intense. After everything that’s happened with Nick, every little thing he did set you on fire.

“Such pretty sounds you’re making, pet..” He chuckled. “I think it’s time we take this off.” He hands gripped your dress, lifting it up off your body leaving you completely exposed to him.

Nick’s eyes ran up and down your body, catching his bottom lip between his teeth. The sight alone was enough to make you want to cum right then and there. His head ducked to your stomach, leaving small kissing all over before his head settles between your legs.

Your breath hitched as you felt the warm from his mouth near your core. Goosebumps littered your skin. Nick’s eyes landed on yours and he held his stare as his tongue licked a stripe against your pussy. Your mouth opened at the contact, your eyebrows furrowing together at the pleasure.

Nick hummed against you at your reaction. His tongue pressed firmly against you, slipping in between your folds. Your hand instantly flew to his hair, your fingers tangling in it as you pushed him further into your.

As if the pleasure he was giving you wasn’t enough, you felt him insert a finger inside of you. You moaned, your head flying back finally breaking eye contact with him.

“Uh uh.. Eyes on me or I stop.” Nick pulled away briefly. You huffed but let your eyes land on his once against. He added a second finger, scissoring you and opening you up. “So so wet for me, pet...” He groaned.

“I can’t wait to be buried deep inside this pussy.” He moaned before attacking your pussy with his mouth once again. “Are you going to be a good girl for me tonight?” Normally these words would disgust you and you would never let a man belittle you, but right now, coming from Nick Fowler, you were weak.

“Yes..” You breathed out shakily.

“Yes..? Yes what?” He pushed you, his fingers pumping in and out of you at a pain staking pace.

“Yes sir. I’ll be a good girl for you..” You whimpered softly. You hated it. You hated how much control he has over you.

“That’s what I thought.” He grinned, before you knew it, he inserted a third finger. You let out a loud moan, surprised at the sudden pressure. Nick flicked his tongue against your clit aggressively, everything this man did was aggressive and it was driving you insane.

“Nick-” You panted out, feeling that all too familiar feeling building up in your stomach. “I- I can’t.. I’m gonna cum.” You stumbled upon your words. You began to feel dizzy as Nick’s fingers quickened their pace inside of you.

“That’s a good girl. Want you to come all over my face, sweets. Want to taste your cum on my tongue.” He encouraged you, his praises sent you over the edge and you screamed out in pleasure feeling a spout of liquid drip from you. Fuck.. did you just..

Nick lifted his head from between your legs, his mouth and chin area was glistening with your wetness.

“Did you know you could do that?” He grinned at you, you shook your head, covering your face with your hands embarrassed. He wiped his chin with his sleeve before climbing up your body, his lips kissing your cheek and your neck.

“Don’t ever hide from me.. Can’t believe I made you squirt, the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, pet..” He whispered in your ear. “‘m so hard for you baby.. feel what you did to me.” He grabbed your hand and placed it over his hooded pants.

“What are you waiting for then?” You taunted him, undoing the buttons of his pants and unzipping it. The smirk on his face never left as he shook his bottoms off.

“Condom?” He questioned, you shook your head almost immediately.

“Want to feel you..” You smiled at him. “All of you.” A low groan left Nick’s mouth, he cupped your face with his hands before attacking your lips with his own once again. He hungered for your lips and could hardly keep his off of you.

You felt the tip of his cock press against your entrance and you bucked upwards immediately. Your hand met his cock and you lined it up with yourself, waiting for him to push into you. Nick moved his hand from your face and grabbed a hold of his cock, running the tip up and down your entrance but never entering.

You groaned in frustration at his teasing, he knew you were getting impatient and he just loved to push you as far as you’ll go. Without much of a warning Nick pushed himself into you completely, bottoming out.

You moaned out in pleasure, your eyes rolling back. Nicks lips attached to your skin once again, biting down onto your neck as he pounded into you. He was ruthless, didn’t give you any time to adjust to his size or his pace.

“You’re so good to me, sweets.” He praised you, “Pussy feels so good around my cock.” He grunted, his thrusts became slightly slower but harder as he talked into your ear.

The moans never stopped leaving your mouth, you didn’t even know you could make some of the sounds you were making.

“Look at you.. letting me use your pussy as my little fucktoy.” As much as you hated to admit it, every filthy word that left his mouth only turned you on even more, pushing you closer and closer to another orgasm.

“Please... please Nick..” You whimpered out. “So close..” You could barely talk. Your eyes fluttered closed, that same dizzy feeling coming back, you were falling into your sub space.

“Aw baby.. Am I fucking you dumb?” He laughed into your ear, slapping you lightly across your cheek. “Want to come for me again? Gonna cover me in your juice?” He egged you on. “Please do.. I’ll keep fucking into you. I’m gonna cum inside this tight little cunt..” He huffed out, picking up his pace once again. His thrusts became sloppy and you knew he would give in soon.

“Yes!” You moaned out. “Please, please fill me up. Want your cum in me so bad.” You cried out, the pressure was too much, almost painful as you reached your climax. You screamed out as you came, squirting all over his hips, your eyes met his lazily as he stilled his motion, staring at the mess you made.

Then lust and hunger consumed his facial expression and his hand met your neck, wrapping around it and squeezing slightly. This caught you off guard but your brain was so far out that you didn’t even care. Nick continued to pound into you, whispering filthy things into your ear.

“I’m gonna cum, sweets. Gonna fill you up with my cum. Want to give you a baby.” He groaned out. With a few more sloppy thrusts he unloaded inside of you. You felt warmth in your pussy as his cum painted your walls.

Nick’s body fell on top of yours as he panted out to catch his breathe. His cock continued to twitch slightly inside of you. You both laid there in each others arms for a few minutes, trying to catch your breathes.

Nick slowly pulled his cock out of you, causing you to hiss. He apologized, kissing your forehead. “Let me clean you up.. just lay here, I’ll take care of you sweets.” He whispered gently into your ear, completely opposite of how he was treating you just a few minutes ago.

He came back with wet wipes and towels, wiping your clean and drawing you off, being extra careful and gently when it came to your heat. After taking off the blanket that was drenched with your juice he came back with a new comforter, throwing it on top of you before sliding into the sheets.

He wrapped his arms around you and brought your body close to his. You were exhausted, physically and mentally after getting absolutely fucked by Nick. You didn’t protest at his actions, allowing him to wrap you up in his arms. It was comfortable and felt so right.

“I missed you, Y/N.” He said softly, his fingers tracing random shapes into your skin. “Come with me..” He said unconfidently, almost as if he didn’t mean to say it at all.

You lifted your head off his chest and looked up at him, surprised.

“What?” You asked, shock laced in your voice. He looked into your eyes, almost pleading you to listen to his words.

“Come with me.. We could be together. We could have this, everyday. I love you, Y/N. I have for such a long time.” He sighed. Your heartbeat quickened at his words, he loved you?

You were shocked, you didn’t know what to say. You placed your head back onto his chest and sighed. “We’ll talk about it tomorrow..” You said softly.

Because the truth was, if you answered him now- your answer would be an undying yes. And that terrified you.

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sebastiansluts · 3 years ago

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If you take requests... Piss kink with mean Nick Fowler who pisses on you to humiliate you... non/dub con and nick being a degrading asshole ?

Nick Fowler x Reader; piss kink, humiliation, dub!con, mean dom nick

ANY HATE WILL BE DELETED THIS IS A JUDGEMENT FREE ZONE DON'T LIKE, DON'T INTERACT; MINORS DO NOT INTERACT 18+

"Stop trying to figure a way out of this, and do as you're told," Nick said, gripping your hair tightly.

You sobbed, sinking to your knees, undoing his slacks and taking out his soft cock. You tried to take it into your mouth but he stopped you.

"No, my little agent, that's not what I want. When you suck my cock, you'll do it a bit more willingly. No, I want your agents to watch as I own you," Nick growled.

You sat back, still crying, but you were confused. Until he gripped his dick and aimed it at your chest, and a stream of piss shot out. You gasped, cowering away, but his hand still in your hair stopped you.

He moved your head and aimed his dick until he was pissing all over your face, and to your horror, you let out a moan.

"Aw, look, my little whore of an agent is turned on by me pissing all over her," Nick mocked.

You cried at his words, tears mixing with the pee. "Please, stop," you gasped.

"I don't think you really want me to, do you?" Nick asked, although the stream was starting to die down.

He finished on your lips, smearing the tip against them, slapping it once before pulling away and releasing his hold on your hair. You slumped to the floor, wiping your eyes and mouth, gasping for breath.

"Look at you, a fucking turned on mess of a pissed on agent. Who would take you seriously now? You are mine now," Nick said, eyes flashing, dick hardening. Your pussy clenched, and you glared at him. "Now, you can suck my cock," he continued, stroking it from bottom to top.

You opened your mouth, but before you could tell him to go to hell, he said, "And before you say something you might regret, if you don't suck my cock now, all my men will piss on you and then I'll go again, and then you'll still have to suck my cock."

You shuddered and deflated. You looked up at him with tears in your eyes, but nodded, leaning forward with your mouth open. He groaned as he slid past your lips, down your throat. You gagged, but he kept going, until his balls were slapping your chin.

Nick fisted a hand in your hair, keeping you pressed tightly against his pelvis, before yanking you back, letting you breathe, before doing it again, and again, until you were choking on his cum, shooting down your throat.

"Fuck, that's a good whore, perfect place for my cum and piss, I'm definitely keeping you," Nick moaned, collapsing against the table behind him. He picked up the gun, gesturing towards you. "Come keep my cock warm with your mouth while I finish business. If you're good, we'll see where I put my piss on you next."

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goldensunflowe-r · 3 years ago

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Nick Fowler SMUT

Masterlist

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biteofcherry · 1 year ago

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what other games Ruby Garden Doms play with the subs?

As in other than tangerine theft? 😆 Well, since it's a BDSM club all the games that take place there are of the se*ually torment kind.

Like a competition of which sub lasts the longest on a sybian... 😎 The tricky part is that while the submissives want to do their best and withhold, the Doms actually want them to lose. And each of them has his own unique method to ensure that.

Andy actually doesn't have to do anything, because poor Birdie is so responsive and sensitive she comes first. Andy caresses her cheek, in a sweetly condescending tone saying he knows she tried her best, but she's just too innocent to play the big games 🥺 But that's okay, because he'll gladly spend the rest of the evening helping Birdie learn to withhold her orgasm...

Darling is quite good, for which Steve praises her. He crouches next to her and tells her she looks so beautiful. All panting and shiny with sweat. Then he says "You know when you look even more beautiful? When you're cumming for me." Then he grips the back of her neck harshly, forces her to look him in the eye and commands in that low, merciless tone: "Cum, now." And she does 😌

Lloyd tells Pumpkin to lean forward a bit and she thinks it's to torment her clit even more against the bumpy patch. Well, it is, but it's also so he can push a finger into her ass. When she tenses, too overwhelmed with the sensations and on the verge of climax, Lloyd chuckles: "Are you about to cum already? Just because you have a finger up your ass? Fucking pathetic. Well, Pumpkin, you better brace yourself. I don't care how many times you cum, or how dumb you get, but you're not getting off the sybian until I have three of my fingers stretching your hole." 😈

To be fair, Fawn is doing pretty well and could potentially win. She's responding to the sensations, sure, but she's a stubborn and resilient little thing. The problem is, there are no rules about what Doms can or can't do to the submissives to make them last longer, or to actually make them come quicker. So when Curtis ties her hands behind her back and Bucky stands in front of her with his cock out... that's Fawn's undoing. To have the vibrations and a cock being forced down her throat (it's mostly the dick and how they face fuck her 🥴).

Poor Cherie unfortunately has a Dom with an evil mind (who just knows her too well and knows what gets her imagination and body going). Ari doesn't even need to force her, or command her, or use other implements. He simply lies beside her, resting his head on his hand and with his other hand just casually, gently caressing random spots on her body. While he talks... And Ari has a mouth on him. A sensual, filthy mouth that talks about some of the hottest things he did to her and how they turned him on, as well the things he's going to do to her if she loses. Nasty, awful, hot things 🥵 His soft laugh is pure evil when Cherie comes apart.

Now Bonbon is the last to stand on the battlefield. She could enjoy her victory and just cum, but she's waiting for permission. Not exactly because she's so obedient, but because she knew all along she's gonna win it. Which she told Nick. He observed her the whole time, never intervening. He doesn't mind that she won the game, but he's about to make her lose - to him. Nick crouches down in front of Bonbon, tilts his head slightly to the side as he locks eyes with her. "You knew you would win, because the sybian is impersonal, isn't it? Sure, it makes you wet and sweaty, but it doesn't give you what you need to cum, sweetling." He caresses her cheek with the back of his hand then cups her chin. He trails his other hand down her side and onto her back, splaying his fingers possessively over her flesh. "You need contact. Connection." His voice lowers as he leans forward. "You need your Dom's closeness to cum." Nick kisses her so softly it makes her whimper and when he pulls back, inches away only, she falls apart for him

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biteofcherry · 7 months ago

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Ok but how would our beloved RG Doms would react to being booped? 👀

Okay, let's make something very clear about Ruby Garden men - any sub that boops their Dom is getting a funishment, even if the Dom laughed and booped you back. The funishment happens anyway. For both your pleasure 😏

Dom Steve would frown a little, because he'd be surprised, then huff a laugh and boop Darling, too. Then he'd kiss her - sweetly that deepens into heavy, deep, dizzying kiss. That starts her into heavy breathing as the funishment he sentences her with worsens her state.

Dom Nick would welcome the boop with a smile that broadens into full, happy one, because that small boop meant Bonbon was reaching to him from behind her emotional walls. Which he appreciates greatly. He'd lean in, rub their noses together in an affectionate gesture. But murmur with a sinister laugh, "You're still going to suffer for me for that."

Dom Lloyd would grin instantly - all teeth and mischievous excitement. Then grab Pumpkin harshly and order her to pick another peak on her body (nipples or clit) for him to boop with his evil impact implements.

Dom Andy would smile fondly at such sweet, playful affection and boop Birdie right back, then kiss her. He'd pepper kisses all over her face, making her giggle. But that giggle turns into a squeak when he suddenly tips her over his arm and rips down whatever top she's wearing, to torment her nipples with his mouth.

Doms Bucky would actually catch Fawn's wrist before she manages to boop his nose, but when she explains what she was about to do, he'd laugh softly. He'd call Curtis over and tell him of her little attempt. Then they'd make her a deal - if she can "fight him off", she gets to boop him and earn an orgasm. But if she fails to escape him, then she's going to be punished. They do it one on one, not both of them against her, to make it a little fair. But lbr, Fawn fails anyway and then Curtis joins the scene.

Dom Ari would snort and playfully smack Cherie's ass, but he'd also wrap his arms around her and keep her snuggled to his side. Letting her believe that there won't be any repercussions... However, when she settles into sassy confidence of getting away with it, that's when Ari forces her to her knees and makes her throat him so deeply, so that her nose "boops" into his abdomen. He also occasionally pinches her nose closed, depriving her of air for a few seconds.

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biteofcherry · 1 year ago

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Hi Eva! I’m just checking in on our friends at Ruby Garden. I was kinda wondering how it went with the punishments for those sweet subs that stole the tangerines. I’m interested on how each Dom got them off through their punishment, or shall I say funishment?

Ah, my lovely naughty Bella 😈 Tangerine theft lead to quite wicked fun.

(under the cut for explicit details)

warnings: BDSM setting; safe, sane and consensual; Dom/sub dynamics; bondage; predicament; teasing; impact play; sensory play; edging; shibari; exhibitionism; dirty talk; e-x-plct s**ual content

Lloyd put Pumpkin and her friend (let's call her Bunny for the sake of this answer) into a real predicament when it comes to choice. As he proposed, he wanted Pumpkin to suck him and she'd be rewarded extra tangerine if she managed not to cum while Bunny licked her. However, Lloyd loves being sadistic also in mindgames, so there was a catch. A few catches actually. If Pumpkin manages to withhold her orgasm, she will be rewarded yes, but Bunny will be punished with no orgasm that night at all. But if Bunny manages to make Pumpkin come, she will be rewarded and Pumpkin will be punished 😈 Unfortunately, Pumpkin did fail - not only due to her friend's skilled mouth, but also because choking on Lloyd's dick turned out to be very hot, especially with his sweetly degrading words. Then he tied the girls together, facing each other in a standing spread-eagle style, securing them to the rafters in the dungeon. He attached one single magic wand between them, so they had to grind into each other if they wanted to press their clits into it to find release. Then Lloyd enjoyed their pathetic sounds and struggle to come as he flogged their backs.

Ari took his time weaving a rope around Cherie, creating a pattern that left her breasts on display and secured her arms behind her. He used body paint to draw tangerine around each of her nipples and put a clit clamp with an orange bead on her nub. Then he scrawled with marker on her belly "Free tangerines to pick", with arrows pointing up and down. He kept her standing near to the bar where lots of patrons walk by, so anyone who wished (and all of them did) could pinch her nipples, or flick the clamp on her clit. And it went on for a long time. Each touch sent a little zap of arousal and it started accumulating, making Cherie breathe heavily and sway as her body got more and more turned on. When her knees wobbled a little, Ari simply drew her between his legs as he sat on the barstool to provide some support, but didn't end the torment. No, he added more with his raspy voice in her ear praising her for being so sweet for sharing her tangerines with others. Right when she was on the cusp of almost passing out from the sensation and strain, Ari bent her over the barstool and fucked her in slow, languid strokes that prolonged the state of being right on the edge. As he warned earlier, Cherie was barely conscious when he was done with her.

Curtis and Bucky had a little warm up with Fawn thanks to the chase through the club, but once they got her there was no option of letting her flee again. The only moment she went from the tight embrace of strong arms was to be deposited on a narrow, padded sawhorse, where they strapped her in place. Bucky secured a soft collar around Fawn's neck that confused her a bit at first, since they never talked about ownership before, but she quickly realized it wasn't for that purpose when Bucky twisted the collar so the leash ring that was at the front found itself on the back of her neck. It was so that a rope could be pulled through the ring. A rope which Curtis looped through a small anal hook. They made sure the rope is strained enough, so that when Bucky fucked Fawn's mouth and her head moved forward to swallow more of him, the rope pulled tight on the hook in her ass. Curtis played with Fawn's pussy, teasing it and stretching with his fingers, before he thrust his cock inside. They made Fawn cum a few times, but the last one that rocked her was an aftershock reaction to Bucky's filthy words that if it wasn't for the club's rules of protection at all times, they'd be filling her with their cum until it leaked out of each of her holes.

Steve already had plans for Darling and he didn't need to alter them that much to have fun. He only decided on adding more bite to it, than he previously planned. He made Darling lie on a wide bench covered in a soft linen and chained her limbs to the bolts at the side. The evening was supposed to be rather soft and romantic - since Darling expressed her interest in Steve's painting, he planned on incorporating her as his living canvas. It was supposed to be a sensual play of running different brushes, different bristles dipped in body paint all over Darling's body. Some softer, caressing her; other rougher, grazing her sensitive skin and scraping her nerves. He teased her by focusing on less sensitive parts of her body, before allowing featherlike strokes to touch her nipples, or dip in the juncture of her thighs. But since a game of tangerine theft happened, Steve knew he needed to add more punishing elements (especially when he saw Darling's eyes spark in excitement when other submissives were chased or screamed their reaction to their punishments). So Steve borrowed Master Nick's wax play set and added sizzling drops of color all over Darling's body.

Nick had Bonbon trapped in that cocoon and that's where he administered the punishment. With her hands shackled above her head and her ankles shackled to the edge of the swinging cocoon, he had Bonbon helplessly spread. At first he teased her mercilessly, gently touching all over with his fingers and mouth as he searched for the source of the citrus scent. He got on his knees, too, so he could better investigate all around her sopping pussy. Of course he found the tangerine peels stuffed under the pillows and mocked her how now he has to punish her, as if what he was doing so far wasn't a teasing punishment already. Nick stretched her with two of his fingers, working her up to the point she started rocking up into his hand desperately. That's when the even meaner side appeared - Nick rocked the cocoon gently and told Bonbon that if she wishes to cum, she has to swing herself onto his fingers. Back and forth. Which was almost impossible to do. Yes, the cocoon swung, but with how she was bound she was unable to really swing it how she needed it. Which meant she had to beg Nick. Beg for help and for his care and to make her cum.

Andy told Birdie he's gonna put her on a stand and see how her line of defense holds up, and that's exactly what he did. He put her on one of the three stages that are in the club. Birdie's been exposed in the club, as everyone else, but never on a stage that always drew a lot of attention. Presentations and lessons were displayed there, rarely a regular scene between a Dom and a sub. Andy purposely made Birdy face forward, so that she'd be aware of people looking their way. But he mercifully didn't strip her, only rolled up the back of her sheer dress and tied it so it wouldn't fall back down. With one hand wrapped around the front of her neck, he held her in place as he slowly worked his lubed fingers into her ass. All the while asking her questions about tangerines, as if he was really questioning a witness on a stand in court room. With his hot breath on her skin and his fingers stretching her unused hole, Birdie had a really hard time focusing on her answers and found herself moaning "Yes, Sir, I'm so wet for you" when between rapid questions about tangerines Andy unexpectedly asked aloud if she's turned on from his fingers in her ass. And he wouldn't let her cum, until she screamed for the whole club to hear that she's guilty of tangerine theft.

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