#nicholas baxter x reader

[bullet-prooflove]

Waiting: Nicholas Baxter x Reader (NSFW)

Tagging: @kmc1989 @est1887 @wabi-sabi1090 @mini-bee-bee @21bruhs

Summary: Nick decides to teach you a lesson for standing him up.

Companion piece to:

The Romantic - Nick has always been a romantic when it comes to you.

Distraction - You distract Nick from work.

Symphony (NSFW) - Nick welcomes you home in his own special way.

Come Back To Bed - Nick tries to coax you back to bed.

Cancelled - You cancel your plans after Nick comes home exhausted.

How High - You say jump, Nick asks how high.

Adorable - Nick comes home to find you looking adorable.

Prequel to:

Bitter Sweet Symphony - Nick steps up when you realise you face a career ending illness.

And The Music Plays On... - Nick helps you come to terms with your diagnosis.

Right There (NSFW) - Nick decides the two of you need to take a break.

Dire Straits - Nick realises there's something wrong.

There is nothing on this earth like Sunday mornings tangled up in you. The warm press of your skin as Nick’s fingers hook those baby pink short pyjamas, dragging the silky fabric down your legs. The fabric sticks to the moisture between your thighs, so dewy and wet for him already.

The top is long gone, discarded when he’d practically torn off the buttons because he wanted to get his mouth all over those pert, rose coloured nipples. His lips follow the waist band of the shorts, his five o’clock shadow stubble grazing over your sensitive skin as he balls the damp material up in his fist tossing them at the hamper. His firm hands grasp your thighs, pushing your knees back towards your chest revealing that perfect pink pussy.

It's a power position, you can only receive what he’s about to give you. Your head tips back into the pillow as his tongue drags through your folds. Your fingers gripping the sheets, grasping them tightly. His lips suck gently at your clit, his fingertips swirling gently around that needy little hole of yours, dipping in, teasing.

“You’re being mean.” You pout as his tongue traces circles, his fingers finding a slow steady rhythm. Nick doesn’t respond, he simply curls his fingers, hitting that sweet spot. “Fuck Nick I…”

A low moan tears from your throat as he nips you, a light grazing of teeth that sends you hurtling straight into the stratosphere. You clench around his fingers, just on the cusp when he stops, holding you right there at the pinnacle of release.

“Nick…” You plead, your breathlessness only fuelling his resolve. You’d had an orchestra rehearsal that ran late last night, you hadn’t been able to find a minute to text. He ended up dining alone and then going to bed alone because you didn’t wrap until eleven.  

“Oh honey.” He drawls, his heated breath ghosting over your clit as he withdraws his fingers, his tongue replacing them. “This is what happens when you stand me up. You keep me waiting, I keep you waiting.”

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[ironstrange1991]

Jealousy and Submission

+18 Smut (Rough sex)

Pairing: Supreme!Strange x Fem!StarkReader

Synopsis: Stephen's jealousy makes him refuse to talk to the reader for a whole week and she finally decides to put an end to their fight in the best way possible.

Word Count: 3,800k

Warnings: Toxic relationship, Jealousy, Submission, Sexual content including thigh riding, love bites, slapping, choking, male dominance, male masturbation, fingering, p in v, creampie.

A/N: Same pair from Don't Let Me Go and More Than Just a Song. Supreme Strange is really a troubled, very toxic lover. This one is very smutty, completely filth and rough. Hope you like it ;)

It was already 6pm and the movement inside the Baxter Institute was drastically reduced, the few people on your shift had already left, only a few people were still organizing everything for the people on the night shift who hadn't arrived yet.

You finally took off your lab coat and went to your office to get your things and on your way you passed Stephen's office, but he wasn't there. Of course he hasn't bothered to wait for you or even to say goodbye. He had acted like you didn't exist the whole week, worse than that he didn’t answer when you asked him something about work and you hated when he did that, you always argued with him saying he needed to have some sense to separate work from your personal live but he didn't really care what you said.

You sighed saying goodbye to the staff and taking the elevator.

Stephen was mad at you since the benefit ball the Institute held to raise funds for scientific research. During the party, one of the shareholders of Stark Industries, exactly from whom you expected the best donations, began to blatantly hit on you.

Nobody knew you and Stephen were a couple. Well, Reed and Sue knew and your father suspected something was going on, but mostly no one else could know. Nicholas Anderson wasn't necessarily an ugly man, but compared to Stephen he was so ridiculously unattractive and ordinary that you were surprised Stephen could get jealous, but there was no limit to Stephen's jealousy and it always got between you two, it always caused the biggest fights.

Of course you rejected Nick's advances, but you did it subtly, you didn't want to be rude, after all you knew the guy and you really expected a lot from him that night, but Stephen obviously understood that in another way, reaching the absurdity of dancing with a former co-worker from the time he worked as a neurosurgeon. You knew that extremely slow dance was meant to tease you and usually you didn't accept Stephen's teasing, but that night as he drove you home in total silence, jaw tight, clenched teeth, hands almost ripping the steering wheel off the car, you snapped.

Accusations were made on both sides and you insinuated that he slept with all the women at work, which was true when he worked at the hospital, but you knew very well that it didn't apply to who he was now and he replied that you should have slept with Nick to secure a bigger check.

The rest of the way was in grave silence and he left you inside the Stark Tower parking lot and left screeching.

That was on Sunday, it was already Friday and you couldn't take that situation anymore. You missed him and he missed you and it was all ridiculous, he was ridiculous, his jealousy bordered on obsession and you wanted him to apologize for what he said and you should apologize too, but that was the problem. Every time you fought out of jealousy or because Stephen thought you weren't giving him the attention he deserved, it was you who acted to make amends, you were the one who apologized first, it was you who took the blame that wasn't yours just because you couldn't stand being away from him anymore.

You knew it was wrong, that there was something toxic about that relationship, Sue always warned you about it, but you just couldn't help it, you loved him, and the very idea of ​​you being quarreled for one more day seemed absurd to you.

You sighed walking out of the elevator into the parking lot and taking your cell phone and car keys out of your purse. You got in the car waiting for your father to answer the phone.

"Hey baby, still at work?"

You smiled with the pet name, your father was always so affectionate with you.

"I just left, well I'm still in the parking lot. I'm just calling to let you know I might be home late so don't worry."

He sighed into the phone "Don't tell me you're going to the Sanctum."

You sunk in the car seat, your father wasn't exactly a fan of Stephen. Well, he admired Stephen like everyone else, but since he started to understand that there was something between the two of you he started to act different with Stephen, colder, more irritating, always teasing. Stephen ignored it because he didn't want to pick a fight with Tony Stark and besides he knew it would hurt you, but it didn't get any better since your father, like Sue, also started to notice Stephen's behavior with you. You guys worked together, there was no way he wouldn't notice you spent the entire week chasing Stephen and being ignored by him.

"I just want to work this out, talk to him. I know we'll get along as usual."

Your father didn't accept well your words "Baby, I raised you to be better than this. This guy is an asshole, he may be a genius, but that doesn't change the fact that he's a complete idiot. I can’t stand to see you go after him like this..."

You sighed, you've lost count of how many times you've heard that speech. Not just about Stephen, but everything else, and you knew exactly what he meant: You are the daughter of the great Tony Stark, submit to nothing and no one.

"Dad, I'm just going to talk. If he doesn't feel like talking I'll turn and walk away, I swear I won't submit this time."

Your father hummed satisfied with your firm answer. "Fine, good girl. Don't come back too late."

You threw your cell phone on the seat, sighing and banging your head on the steering wheel. You didn't believe a word you said. Of course you were going to submit, you always submitted to Stephen, you practically licked the floor he stepped on. It was embarrassing, but that man was like a god to you and as such you would go there and bow down to him and ask forgiveness for the crime you didn't commit to get him to talk to you again and if everything goes well much more than just to talk.

You started the car and drived around the parking lot taking the avenue driving fast.

God, you missed Stephen. Not just his company, but his touch, the way he made you melt into bed for him. It wasn't uncommon for you to cum more than three times in one night at his hands. Stephen was perfect at sex, it didn't take him long to figure out what you liked and how you liked it and he memorized your every reaction to his every touch and god he used that against you.

It wasn't just his cock that drove you crazy, but his tongue and fingers. Those fingers that would jerk you off and make you cum so fast to the point of being pathetic. It was even more pathetic if you stop to think that since you started having sex with Stephen you couldn't get yourself off anymore, well you could if you were really desperate, but it wasn't the same anymore. Before Stephen nothing was better than your own fingers on you. No one knew your pleasure points better than you, but now he knew, he was better than you at this and you needed him, you missed him and that stupid fight would end tonight.

You parked the car in front of the Sanctum and before you could slam the door it swung open revealing the beautiful and sophisticated interior. At that hour there should be no one but Stephen there. You texted him to let him know you were there, of course he saw the message and didn't respond forcing you to look for him in that huge house, but you knew there was only one place he could be on a Friday night alone at the Sanctum.

You walked slowly to the library thinking of every word you would say to him, but of course when you found him sitting at the table in his blue robes, his blue cloak floating obediently beside his chair, you forgot everything you meant to say.

The cloak flew to you the moment it became aware of your presence, circling your body and enveloping you in what you understood to be a hug. You saw Stephen, who had his face in one hand, look away from the book he was reading and look at you and Cloak with an irritated look. He always claimed that Cloak had an unusual attachment to you, at that moment he seemed to get annoyed with that.

You walked up to him, Cloak flying and standing next to him again.

“Stephen... can we talk?”

He did not answer. Cloak tapped his shoulder insistently pointing at you next.

You sighed. Of course he was going to make things difficult. When did Supreme Strange ever did anything to make your life easier?

"Stephen I'm sorry for what I said. I didn't mean it. I know you're not like that anymore, you…don't sleep with women at work." You laugh nervously "Well, not everyone, just me."

Your smile crumbled when you realized it was no use. It wasn't what he was mad at you for, he wanted you to apologize for Nick, for something you didn't do.

You sighed "I should have dumped Nick sooner. I... let him keep flirting with me. I didn't mean to, but... I'm sorry."

Now he's looked at you at least. God, that man messed with you in unholy ways. Those deep blue eyes seemed to look into your soul and made your legs go soft, not to mention the mess between your legs. You barely realized how much you've missed him physically throughout the week, but there beside him, your body seemed to beg for attention.

He didn't answer you and you didn't know what else to say and maybe it would be better to listen to your father and turn your back and walk away, but how could you do that when you loved him so much? Besides, if you couldn't solve it that night, it was very likely that you wouldn't be able to do it anymore, and you couldn't bear the thought of losing him.

You went for the last weapon you had. You forced your legs to walk to him, stopping just behind the chair. Cloak flew away giving the two of you privacy and you wrapped your arms around him, your lips placing a purposefully wet kiss on his neck.

"I miss you. Don't tell me you don't miss me too I know it's a lie."

He sighed, his first uncontrolled reaction to your attempt to make amends. You turned your head to whisper in the other ear "I know you're mad at me, but there are other interesting ways to punish me, Stephen."

He turned the page of the book continuing to read and you rolled your eyes. How melodramatic could he be? Did he expect you to actually get down on your knees and ask for forgiveness? You didn't doubt that he might actually want that.

You trailed your lips down his neck, your hands wandering down his chest.

"You're distracting me from my reading."

His voice made your knees tremble. He seemed to sing to you every time he spoke, that wonderful baritone voice sending electricity straight to your aching core.

You smiled contentedly and walk around him putting yourself between him and the desk. He looked at you annoyed.

You brought your hands to the hem of your skirt and lifted it enough so you could spread your legs and sit on one of his thighs. You smirked when he hissed feeling the warmth and wetness through the fabric of your panties and his pants. You were so desperate for him and his particularly muscular thigh fit you perfectly making you abandon any dignity and start moving your hips to get some friction.

He stared at you in disbelief as a moan escaped your lips. You put your hands on his shoulders, increasing the pace of your movements. Your thigh scraped against his bulge and he twitched, jaw tight, teeth clenched. He was hard, but he didn't want to give in. You did it again this time on purpose and he groaned annoyed realizing that this was a game he couldn't win.

You moaned louder now, your hands went down to his thigh and you increased your pace, riding his thigh in circular motions. You were so close now, all the tension in your body melting in the face of your pleasure, all your problems crumbling as that delicious shiver formed in the pit of your stomach.

"Oh my god...fuck."

You panted, surendering to your climax, your legs shaking convulsively, rubbing his shaft in the process. You wrapped your arms around his shoulders and laid your head on the crook of his neck allowing your breathing to slowly return to normal and smelled the masculine scent of sweat, perfume and cigarettes coming from him. "Stephen... I love you."

Now you had reached the new low. If that wasn't submitting, you didn't know what to call it.

He sighed and you smiled feeling his arms wrapping around your waist and pressing you against his body. His head drooping to rest on yours. "I want everyone to know about us. Everyone. I'm tired of hiding our relationship and as long as we hide, things like that will keep happening, they will keep hitting on you and I swear to god next time I'm going to kill someone."

You raised your head looking at him in surprise. "Is that why you were angry? Because I asked you to keep it secret?"

He did not answer. He was still angry.

"Why? Why do we need to keep our relationship hidden? The people who matter know. Your father knows, he makes a point of reminding me of that every day."

You touched his face shaking your head "It's ok. I agree. We don't need to hide it anymore."

He sighed in relief "Fuck this, I need you."

He grabbed you by the waist getting up and turned you around bending you over the desk. He magic away his robes and lifted your skirt to your waist and lowered your panties to your knees. He forced your thighs further apart and ran his fingers through your slit, collecting the slick and running it over the tip of his cock. He rubbed the tip at your entrance and you gripped the edge of the table knowing full well what awaited you.

He entered you with a single thrust that knocked the air out of your lungs, the familiar pinch in your gut making you moan in pain and pleasure at the same time. He groaned loudly letting his cock inside you and waited for you to settle around him before starting to thrust, but when he started he was merciless.

You groaned loudly, clinging to the desk as if clinging to life itself, his thrusts punishing you with absurd harshness.

"You. are. mine." Each word separated by an even stronger, deeper thrust. You groaned in response.

"Say it. I need to hear you saying it."

You agreed, but the words seemed to slip out of your mind. The silence of the room was filled by the creaking of the desk, the sound of skin slapping against skin and your breaths and moans and grunts.

He brought one hand to your shoulder, the other holding tight to your waist, the weight of his body against yours, he pulled your shirt by the collar making the buttons fly all over the place and started to place open mouth kisses on your skin, He bit your shoulder hard and soothed it with his tongue and moved to your neck kissing, biting, licking, sucking.

He slapped your ass "Say you are mine."

You moaned feeling another orgasm building inside you "I'm yours Stephen, I'm yours and no one else's."

He took the hand that was firm on your shoulder to your neck, choking you softly but enough to make you lose yourself in your high, murmuring sweet praises to him "I love you so much, Stephen, you make me feel so good, you fuck me so good..."

He pulled away turning you and placing you sitting on the desk, he pulled your panties off throwing them on the floor and stuck two fingers inside you "Look how wet you are after coming twice. I love it."

He ran the tip of his cock through your slit smearing it with your cum and jerked his cock a few times sticking two fingers back inside you. You loved seeing Stephen jerk off like that in front of you and he liked to be watched.

"Look how hard I am for you, honey. You like it, don't you? You like to see me stroking my cock. Do you think that's enough for me to get one more orgasm out of you?"

You nodded. You could feel that you still weren't sated, his teasing taking effect. Stephen knew how to push all your buttons. He took his fingers full of your slick from inside you and brushed it across your lips. "Open for me, I want you to taste yourself." You complied and he stuck his fingers in your mouth "Suck it. Suck it like you're sucking my cock."

You obeyed by slipping your tongue between his fingers and then sucking them by moving your head up and down and making a popping noise as you took them out of your mouth. He hissed and brought his fingers up to your clit and began rubbing in circular motions as he continued stroking his cock.

"Stephen...put it back inside me. Fuck me."

He smiled satisfied.

"Spread your legs for me. More. Just like that" He spat on his cock and gave a few more jerks and put it back inside you in one go.

You clung to his neck lifting your legs as high as you could, wrapping them around his waist to get him to penetrate you as deep as possible, his balls slamming against your ass, the sound of skin on skin mingling with the wet noises of his cock coming in and out of your cunt. Sex with Stephen was always so obscene and so delicious.

You moaned loudly as his lips searched for yours, he kissed you with such desperation moving his lips down your chin, licking your skin all the way to your neck sucking until he left purple marks, biting down hard making you wince in pain and yet wish he would keep doing it. "Stephen... you are such a good lover, I never had anyone like you before and I don’t want to, there is only you for me."

He groaned at your words, his lips returning to meet yours, his tongue penetrating your mouth with the same lust as his cock fucked you. You were on the verge of another orgasm and this time you needed him to cum with you. You put both hands on his chest pushing him and he pulled away enough for you to get off the desk and turn your back to him.

He pulled you against his body and entered you hard again, one hand gripping your waist so tightly you were sure it would leave marks, the other firm on your throat, tilting your head to the side to make room for him. He bit your neck again, sucking on that delicate area just below your ear, making you shiver.

"You make me want to fucking destroy you." He said between his groans.

He increased the pace of his thrusts even more, your bodies collided with overwhelming violence and you loved it. You could lie all you wanted to yourself, but Stephen's possessiveness over you was exactly what drew you to him. You loved the feeling of belonging to him, of submitting to him and letting him do with you as he pleased. Stephen wasn't like other men, he was better, he was superior, only he could make you cum multiple times like that.

You could feel his cock throbbing, his breath heavy in your ear, the thrusts getting more ragged. He was close and so were you.

"What would your father say if he could see you now?" He breathed into your ear teasing "Daddy's little prodigy girl submitting to me like that?" He bit your shoulder "Do you think he would approve? Would he be proud?"

You shook your head no moaning. You were so close. “Stephen please… I need to cum.”

He hummed "Me too honey, I'm gonna fill you up. Would you like that?"

"Yes, Stephen please."

"So say it one more time, I want to hear it."

"I'm yours Stephen, only yours."

He moaned loudly, spilling into you, thrusting his cum deep inside you with such violence that made your legs weak as you surrendered to your third orgasm moaning his name and creaming his cock.

He stayed inside you for a minute, he cupped your chin and turned your face to him kissing  you, his tongue forcing your lips to part, dominating you, he always dominated you and you loved it.

He broke the kiss "You better remember that from now on because I cherish what's mine and I'm very, very jealous." He whispered menacingly in your ear.

He pulled away from you, you felt his cum running down your legs, your body aching everywhere he squeezed and bit and yet you never felt more satisfied. He turned you to face him and kissed you, now softly, just a touch of lips. He conjured up a damp towel and cleaned himself up, then pulled on his blue robes again with just a flick of his fingers.

He used the towel to wipe his cum off your legs, up to between your thighs, his eyes on you. God, he even made that sexy.

He disappeared with the towel and picked your panties off the floor and helped you into them and lowered your skirt, he straightened your shirt in place, using magic to repair the ripped buttons. He fixed your shirt collar and smirked

 "I'm sure your father will approve those"

You sighed running your hands through your hair, a few strands falling loose from the perfect bun. "Your fixation on my father is getting pathetic." You said releasing your hair at once and throwing it over your shoulders, now totally hiding the marks he left on you.

He widened his smile "It's a power game."

You rolled your eyes running your hand through his hair which was now also disheveled, some strands falling across his forehead. You brought your hand down caressing his face and pulled him to your lips kissing him passionately.

"You need to shave." You complained on his lips.

He nodded "I will."

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[armyangxls]

The Sweethearts Dance

Nick Scratch x Plus Size Reader

Warning(s) : Swearing, Mention of satan

Word Count : 1260

Summary : Reader brings Nick to the Valentine’s Day dance and has cute fun night (based on season 2 episode 3)

You were currently talking to Nick in the main room of the Academy.

“I’m gonna just stick it out for this one, no Lupercalia for me.” You said to Nick.

“I’m gonna stick it out for this one too, do whatever you’re doing with you.” Nick said.

“You mean watch cheesy horror or romance movies, and or go to the Valentine’s day dance at Baxter High? if I get dragged to it by Sabrina.” You asked.

“Yeah, as long as I’m with you I’ll do anything!” He said.

“You’re fine not getting all kinky in the woods on Lupercalia and spending it with my half mortal kinda sex repulsed self?” You said.

“Yes, as long as we can kiss.” He said, you rolled your eyes looking down at the floor biting your inner lip.

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding. We can do whatever you wanna do and are comfortable with.” He said.

“Okay! And are you saying you wanna be Valentine, maybe boyfriend?” You asked.

“Maybe my cute witch, maybe.” He said smirking, putting his hand under your chin, lifting your head up.

“So how about that dance, when will it be?”

“You really wanna go?” You asked, he nodded his head. “It’s at 6:30 tomorrow, we can meet at Sabrina’s house.” You said, smiling.

~

You were getting ready in Sabrina room.

“Do I look okay?” You asked Sabrina, nervously.

“Yes, you look beautiful!” Sabrina said, turning around.

“Thank you ‘Brina, you look beautiful too!” You said

“Thank you! And of course, Nick’s gonna fall right over when he sees you.” She said.

~

“I don't know if I can do this.” You said to Sabrina in the hallway, anxiously messing with your hands.

“You can do this, go be your badass hot self, or I could push you down the stairs that would get his attention!” She said.

“I guess so, and what the fuck?” You said.

“It was just a suggestion, and yeah go Y/N/N you can do this!” She said, laughing.

~

You slowly walked down the stairs with Sabrina, Nick and Ambrose came into your sight. You stopped on the last step.

“*sighs* I asked Ambrose if he wanted to join us, but he already said no.” Sabrina said to them.

“Hi.” You said softly to them.

“Y/N you look stunning!” Nick said

“Th-thank you, you look stunning too.” You said.

“I mean seriously, I’m stunned.” Nick said, smirking.

“Beautiful.” Ambrose whispered.

“Oh, well… thank you.” Hilda said, chuckling, walking around the corner of the hallway beside the steps.

“Thank you very much.” She said.

“Sabrina, Y/N, Nicholas.” Zelda said, walking through the hallway after Hilda. “Enjoy the dance.” She said.

You moved closer to Nick and hooked your arm with his.

“And remember, Hilda, you’re a huntress, and he’s your prey.” Zelda said to Hilda.

“Dear Satan, yes! Damn!” Ambrose said to Hilda.

“Huntress! Rawr!” Hilda said.

“Happy Hunting!” Ambrose shouted.

“Are you sure you’re okay going to the dance without a date?” You asked Sabrina.

“Yeah! I can spend some time with Theo.” She said, smiling.

“Ready to go you two?” You asked.

“Yeah!” Nick and Sabrina said at the time.

~

You entered the gym where the dance was being held, your arm hooked Nick’s arm and Sabrina stood beside you.

“I’m gonna go catch up with Theo.” Sabrina said.

“Okay!” You and Nick said to her, she started walking away to find him.

��Welcome to Baxter High.” You said to Nick, looking to the side at him.

“Not quite as magical as the Academy.” You remarked.

“Are you kidding?” He asked.

“Being here with you, getting to see this other side of you, it’s…” He said, turning to the side, facing you touch your plush waist.

“It’s more magical than anything at the Academy.” He said.

“May I have this dance, milady?” He asked, bowing theatrically, offering his hand to you.

“You may.” You said, curtsying back, putting your hand in his.

You both ran together in excitement to where everyone was dancing, stopping in one spot you started dancing together, spinning each other around. He slowly dipped you and pulled you back to him, your bodies closer to each other than ever.

“Do you trust me?” He whispered in your ear, his arms going around you.

“I- I- don’t you dare drop me.” You whispered back to him.

“You think I’m weak?” He whispered kinda offended, you both still danced swaying your hips with the music.

“No, no I don’t think you’re weak, it’s just that I’m a plus size person and I don’t wanna be dropped on the hard floor.” You said to him.

“I won’t drop you. Again do you trust me?” He asked you.

“Yes.” You said, smiling. He lifted you up, you kicked your legs up, he spun you around, and he slowly put you down.

~

You were currently slow dancing, moving with the music. You rest your head against Nick’s.

“What are you thinkin’?” He asked.

“Nothing, I just love doing this kinda stuff and anything with you.” You said. “I do too.” He said.

“Wanna see the rest of the school?” You asked.

“Are you asking me to sneak off with you and go somewhere private?” He asked, you nodded your head.

“Lead the way, Y/L/N.” He said, you grabbed his hand, and you both started walking out of the gym.

~

You and Nick wandered into the library hand in hand, sitting down on the couch in the middle of the library that faced the roaring fireplace. You faced each other, your knees touching, he put his hand on your cheek your breath hitched, your heart started beating fast.

“Is it okay if I kiss you?” He asked, smirking, caressing your cheek.

“Yeah!” You said giddy, your lips met his, his lips felt soft as a rose petal. Your hands going through his hair. The minutes passed but only felt like seconds kissing him, pulling apart from the kiss, you both slowly caught your breath and calmed your beating heart.

“It’s a lot cozier than the Academy’s Library.” He said.

“It is!” You said

“Wanna go to my house and watch horror movies?” You asked him.

“I would love to!” He said, caressing your cheeks.

~

You changed into comfy clothes then went to your room, where Nick waited for you your bed laying on on his side propping his head up with his hand.

“You already changed?” You said.

“Yeah with magic!” He said, sitting up.

“Ah yes with that spell, last time I did that spell I ended up with a shoe on my head.” You said, chuckling, sitting down beside him.

“How did you manage to do that?” He asked, laughing.

“I do not know!” You said, he put his hand on your cheeks and kissed your forehead.

He lets go of your face, you both move further back on your bed leaning against the pillows on your bed, getting more comfortable.

“So what do you wanna watch?” He asked.

“How about ‘The Lost Boys’? They’re a bunch of queer vampires.” You asked.

“Sure, I love that movie, they're all gorgeous vampires.”

“They are!” You said, turning on the tv and putting on the movie. You turn your head towards Nick, you put your hand on his cheek and you kiss each other.

You both pull apart from the kiss.

“Happy Valentine’s Day and Lupercalia Nick!” You said, caressing his cheek.

“Happy Valentine’s Day and Lupercalia Y/N/N.” He said, putting his arms around you. You let go of his cheek and put your arms around him cuddling. He kisses the top of your head.

Note(s) : Happy Valentine’s Day!!! I hope you guys like this oneshot!!

Btw I’m only on season 2 episode 6 of CAOS

[undercoveravenger]

Unseen Arts

Pairing: Nick Scratch x Sabrina’s Bro!Reader

Requested: Yes

Original Request: “Would you be willing to write a thing with Nick Scratch x Male reader that’s Sabrina’s brother? Maybe after you and Sabrina meet him he tells his sister “if you’re not going after him I will.” And you’re an even bigger flirt than Nick. Or at least he’s not used to someone flirting back.”

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Your sister Sabrina had always been the talented one between the two of you, at least when it came to magic. You weren’t powerless by any means, but while your sister had elected to attend the Academy of Unseen Arts whenever she wasn’t at Baxter High, you had chosen to stay at Baxter full time. 

That said, you did sometimes have to visit the Academy, like today when your sister forgot one of her textbooks for Madam Blackwood’s class and had to call you to bring it to her.

You’d just arrived at the Academy and found Sabrina in the main foyer talking to some guy with dark hair. It didn’t take her long to notice you as you approached, her companion following her gaze and oh, he was hot.

With perfectly messy raven hair, a chiselled jawline, and pretty almond shaped eyes the color of melted chocolate, this guy was easily among the most attractive people you’d ever seen.

“Oh my God, (M/N), you’re a lifesaver!” Your sister called as she ran over and threw her arms around your neck in a brief hug as she took her textbook from you.

You had to laugh at her melodramatic nature, “No problem, ‘Brina.” You leaned closer, keeping your voice low, “Who’s your friend?”

The blonde pulled back with a confused quirk of her eyebrows, turning to look over her shoulder. She made a noise of realization, “Ah. (M/N), this is Nicholas Scratch. He’s one of my classmates.”

“Just a classmate, huh?” you muttered as your sister finally released you. You knew Sabrina had mentioned his name before. She’d told you that he was quite the flirt, but that there wasn’t ever going to be anything between them.

Nick smiled at you as he made his way over, holding out his hand to shake yours. “Hey, it’s nice to meet you.”

You took his hand in yours, pressing a soft kiss to the back of his hand and smiling up at him. “You too, lovely.”

If anyone looked more stunned than Nick, it was Sabrina. Her eyebrows were raised as she looked at the two of you, mouth falling open in surprise, “(M/N), what are you doing?”

“Well,” you couldn’t help but grin as you turned to look at your sister, still absently holding Nick’s hand in yours, “If you’re not going to go after him, then I will.” The shocked little laugh that escaped Nick coupled with the barely-there blush on his cheeks when you looked back at him only served to cement your interest in him. “So,” you said to him, “Dinner at Dr. Cerberus’ after your classes are over for the night?”

Nick chuckled, biting his lip as he looked between you and your sister, “You know, I think that sounds great.”

So your sister disappeared off to her class and you and Nick made plans for later. You might have only known him for a few minutes, but you could tell that this would go well. No one could resist a Spellman, after all.

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Only a Mortal

Harvey Kinkle x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1885 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Reader is Nick Scratch’s witch ex. She goes out with Harvey Kinkle, but what kind of problems could that bring up for the territorial warlock she left behind?

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If you thought that Sabrina was shocked to see you and Harvey together at Dr. Cerberus's, it would have nearly killed you to know how rattled it had made  Nicholas.

For Sabrina, it was jealousy and shock, and perhaps the same could be said for the warlock. However, what confused him more than anything was the fact that you, a witch, were openly with a mortal.

You were supposed to be at the academy tonight for bed check and by the looks of how deep in conversation you'd been with the mortal, that wasn't going to happen.

...But he wasn't jealous.

You and Nick had broken up quite a while ago and it was none of his business who you chose to hang out with, even if it did happen to be some human boy. He had no reason to be jealous. He'd had you before, and if he wanted you, there was no doubt in his mind that he could have you again.

Now, on your end, you had absolutely no idea that Nicholas was watching you. You had been so enthralled in conversation with Harvey all night that you didn't even notice the world outside.

It had never happened to you before, but for once in your life, you wanted nothing more than to spend all evening talking to him.

There was nothing else on your mind, nothing else other than the young mortal, Harvey Kinkle.

He was a strange man, with many different ideas about how the world should work and stories from his life. It was so funny to see how the other half lived, so to speak. You hadn't spent much time with the mortals in your life, but you and Harvey had crossed paths and one thing led to another, as they often did.

By this point in the evening, you had been sitting here for hours, sharing a milkshake and talking about life...

And you continued talking through the night until you got on the conversation of Valentines day, and how fast it was approaching.

Admittedly, it took you a moment to realize what he was talking about but you knew that valentine's day was like lupercalia for the mortals. It was a lot less fun, with more cards and confetti, over rituals and sex.

Still, it seemed to mean something to Harvey as he spoke about it.

"There is a dance at my school, and I was wondering if you would go with me?" he asked, shocking you. There was a bit of sparkle in his eyes as he watched you, waiting for some kind of response.

You weren't really sure what to do.

There was no good way to react in a situation like that. Harvey looked to be expecting something from you and you weren't sure at all what it was he wanted.

However, you had to answer him at some point.

"Oh Harvey, a dance? Are you sure?" you asked, fully understanding that you were in no way the school dance kind. You didn't want to give him any kind of false hope about what kind of person you were.

After everything that had happened with him and Sabrina in their past, you didn't want him to expect something of you that you couldn't deliver but you also didn't want to frighten him.

His relationship with Sabrina had left him a little sensitive to magic as a general rule, and the main thing you'd learned from being with Nick was that magic was something you couldn't live without.

At the academy, you learned everything you'd ever wanted to know on the path of dark.

It showed you things that you needed, and gave you the things that you wanted but you knew that if you even mentioned magic around Harvey, he would freak out. Not to mention that going to a valentine's dance with him would probably result in him accompanying you to lupercalia which probably wouldn't be his scene. 

He would be completely surrounded by witches and warlocks.

"I'm positive Y/N, don't you think it would be a good time?" he asked, worried that he'd somehow upset you by suggesting it.

He must have misread the whole situation.

"I think it would be a great time, but there is just too much that could go wrong. You know what I am" you reasoned, keeping your tone as quiet as possible in hopes that would somehow calm him.

You didn't want him to leave, but you just had a feeling that this wouldn't work out.

"I don't care. I like spending time with you and I think it would be nice"

He seemed pretty sure but you just didn't understand. How could he be so confident in such a thing even with a past like his? It simply didn't make any sense.

...But even you had to admit that you didn’t want to say no to his tempting offer, especially not after all the fun you’d had with him tonight. 

Perhaps the mortal Harvey Kinkle was worth the risk.

“I agree, I have to go now Harvey, but I’ll let you know what I decide” you promised, gathering your things and heading out before you could get any more attached to the darling mortal.

There was something so dangerous about what you were doing, and it wasn’t right.

Witches didn’t mingle with mortals, and mortals didn’t mingle with witches. It was the only way. It had always been that way, and as you walked up the stairs to the academy, you made your decision...

You couldn’t go to that dance with Harvey.

There was no way you could put him in danger like that, ever. It was far too upsetting to imagine something bad happening to him.

Not to mention what Nicholas would do if you ever dared show up at the academy of unseen arts with him on your arm. He had always been such a jealous creature.

After the two of you had separated, he had been so angry but it was only because he loved you so. Nick had always loved you more than words could express but that was one of the problems you had, he couldn’t express his feelings at all. 

That was just one of the things the mortal lacked. 

Harvey spoke so earnestly about his emotions and didn’t shy away from them in fear of looking weak. He spoke freely and made you feel free to do the same in a way you never had before. 

As you walked quickly away from Dr. Cerberus's, you couldn’t stop yourself from thinking about him, and the amazing time you’d just shared. Not once did magic come up, or did he make you feel ignored. 

For the entire time you were sitting across from Harvey, you knew that his attention was only on you and you liked that. 

You really liked that. 

You liked it so much in fact, that by the time you’d made it back to the academy, you had completely changed your mind. The risk of being with Harvey for one night was worth the joy it would bring you.

Besides, you could keep track of him the entire time and you knew that he would be protected. Nothing would ever happen to Harvey as long as he was by your side. 

Bathed in the darkness of the night, you decided to indulge yourself on this valentines day, which would be your very first. Not only that, but you were going to ask Harvey to accompany you on lupercalia, just for the heaven of it. 

Nothing worth having was ever easy anyway. 

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It wasn’t until the night of the valentines dance finally came that you debated whether or not you should even show up. 

You didn't want to make a fool of yourself, not in front of a bunch of mortals. Not to mention that lupercalia was right around the corner and you knew that Sabrina and Nicholas would be there. You didn't want to have to see them both, not right now.

It would just be too hard to explain.

There were also rules for those sorts of things, no mortal was permitted on the hallowed ground of the academy. If you wanted to take part in lupercalia at all with Harvey, it would have to be somewhere other than school.

It was just too complicated.

...But before you could panic too much, you simply looked in the mirror and reminded yourself what you were. You were a witch, a very powerful witch under the protection of the dark lord himself, and there was nothing in the cosmos that could scare you. 

Especially not a warlock like Nicholas. 

Whatever you’d had with him was long gone and you weren’t going to let his opinions of you change anything between you and Harvey. The mortal brought you happiness and you weren’t going to sacrifice that…

Not this time. 

You had asked Harvey to meet you at the school, explaining that it would be much simpler that way until you could figure out everything at the academy. Right now, the two of you were just enjoying each other’s company so there was no reason to complicate things. 

You didn’t want to risk someone at the academy seeing you two together and having a problem with it. At least, not until you were much more secure in whatever you and Harvey had. 

Luckily, he had understood and by the time you made it to Baxter high, your darling mortal was already waiting for you, a button up shirt under a flannel in true Kinkle fashion. 

“You look incredible” he gushed, shocked that you had even really shown up. He was glad you had, of course, but in the time it took you to arrive, he’d been rather anxious.

All you did was smile at first, looking down to admire the work you’d done in your wardrobe earlier. 

Fashion in the witches world was different than that of the mortal world, but it was clear that Harvey didn’t care. All he knew was that you looked really good and he was excited for the night to come. 

You made everything so easy, respecting his touchy past with your kind and letting him process things at his own speed. You respected what he needed while still avoiding looking at him like he’s wounded. 

He wouldn’t trade that for the world.

“Thank you, so do you” you tried, doing your best to keep him from knowing how uncomfortable you were. When it came to the supernatural world and the coven, there was no one more confident than you. 

...But this was a public high school.

You had never attended one of these, and in all honesty, you never thought you would even step foot in one before today. 

Harvey may not have known you for that long, but even he could tell that you were much more tense and anxious than you had been before. Without a word, he slipped his hand into your own. 

The touch shocked your flesh but only served to make you feel more alive than before. He was incredible, in everything that he was, if anyone could give you the strength to enjoy tonight...

It was Harvey. 

Now all you had to do was go in. 

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Nothing Like Him (Nick Scratch x reader)

Request: May i get a oneshot? Where you were dating Harvey’s twin brother but he left you cause he was using you and so when she went to the school with Sabrina (cause she’s Sabrina’s fraternal twin) she met Nick and they hit it off. Then bypass a few days and it’s the one with the Red angel of death. So she goes with Nick to protect Harvey and his twin brother. The brother gets angry and tries to get her back but she’s with Nick. If you can’t then it’s fine... -@princess-of-the-fandoms

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"David? What do you mean?" You looked at your boyfriend, hurt flashing through your eyes.

"I can't do this anymore, I don't... I don't love you."

Your mouth opened to respond, but you closed it again. You felt tears start to burn at your eyes and you looked away.

"You... I-I thought we..."

"I thought I loved you, but I don't."

"But--"

"Can you just leave? I'm sorry, but I... just leave."

You shook your head, wiping the tears starting to roll down your cheeks.

"I can't believe you." You grabbed your jacket and stomped towards the door, slamming it with all your might. It wasn't long before Harvey came rushing into the living room, catching sight of his brother, running his hands down his face.

"What did you do?"

David looked up at his twin, shaking his head.

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"He said what?!"

You sighed as you told your sister what had happened. "He told me he never loved me."

"How can he just say that? What an--"

"It's fine, 'Brina. I'm glad it's over. If that's how he felt, I don't want to be with him anyway."

Sabrina pouted, placing a comforting hand on your shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"It's fine," you said, wiping your cheeks. "I'll be okay." You offered her a small smile and she stood up, walking towards your bedroom door.

"On the bright side, are you excited to start at the academy tomorrow?"

You genuinely smiled at this. "Yeah, beyond excited."

"Good," Sabrina smiled. "I think you're gonna like it."

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"How are you liking classes so far?" Sabrina asked as you both sat down at a lunch table.

"I like them a lot. I think I'm really gonna like going to school here. I honestly don't think I'll miss Baxter High at all."

"Because of David?"

You nodded, looking down at your food.

"Spellman, mind if I sit here?"

You looked up, catching sight of a dark-haired warlock with a smirk on his face.

"Go right ahead."

"And who is this?" He offered you a smile as he sat down, which you returned reluctantly. Damn. He was pretty.

"This is my twin sister, Y/N."

"Lovely to meet you, Y/N. My name's Nicholas Scratch. You can call me Nick."

"Nice to meet you, Nick."

"So, how are you enjoying the academy?" You eyed Nick as he started eating, staring at you expectantly.

"I'm enjoying it quite a lot. Especially now." You smirked and started eating, ignoring your sister's look of shock from beside you.

"I'm glad. Hopefully, we'll be seeing more of each other."

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"All three of them?"

You laughed as Nick nodded, smiling at you. You were currently standing outside, talking and laughing with Nick as you waited for your next class. A while had passed since you entered the academy, and you and Nick had grown close

"Wow, you really are a warlock-slut, Nickie."

"Don't call me that," he warned

"What? A warlock-slut? Or Nickie?"

"Yes, I hate that."

"You hate being called Nickie?"

"That's what I just said."

"Well, then it looks like I found my new nickname for you."

He smirked, shaking his head at you.

"You're playing a dangerous game, Spellman."

"What are you gonna do? Curse me?"

"I can think of a few other things I'd like to do to you."

You raised your eyebrows, letting out a laugh.

"Is that so?" You suddenly realized how close he was to you and you smirked. "What are you gonna do, Nickie?"

He closed the distance and suddenly his lips were on yours. You responded instantly, hands coming to rest on his shoulders. He pulled away much too soon, smiling at you and biting his lip.

"Be my girlfriend?"

"Sure, Nickie."

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"Y/N! Nick!" You and Nick had been on your way to the academy when Sabrina caught up to you. "I need you guys to go to Harvey's house. Make sure he's okay. He's not at Baxter High."

"But, Sabrina, I can't... David--"

"Y/N, I need you to do this for me. Please."

You looked at Nick, who was glancing at you, waiting for you to answer.

"Okay," you said, and Sabrina sighed in relief. "Okay, I'll do it. Now get back to the high school, we got this."

It wasn't long before you were standing on the Kinkle's porch and you hesitantly knocked on the door. Thankfully, Harvey answered, and you weren't face-to-face with David.

"Y/N? What are you doing here? Who's this?"

"This is Nick. We're here to make sure you don't get murdered by a bunch of undead witches." You pushed past him, walking into his living room.

"Wait, what--"

"Where is the rest of your family?"

"My dad is on the storm cellar, David is--"

"Y/N?" You let out a shaky breath, turning to face your ex-boyfriend.

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm here to protect Harvey."

David took a step towards you, and you instinctively took a step back. You felt Nick walking towards you two, but you held up your hand, telling him to stop.

"Y/N, can we talk? I--"

"No. David we can't talk. I'm here for Sabrina, to make sure Harvey is safe. I'm not here for you."

"But, Y/N--"

"I said no, David." Suddenly, he was there, right in front of you, and his hand wrapped around your wrist. "David, let go of me." He only held on tighter, and you could feel your flesh starting to bruise from his grip.

"Not until you listen, I need to--"

Suddenly, the pressure was gone, and David was thrown against the wall. You turned your head and saw Nick standing there, staring at David with the utmost concentration.

"She told you to leave her alone. I suggest you listen."

"Nick, let's just put a protection spell on the house and go." Nick sent David one last look of pure hate, before turning to you, nodding.

Sabrina had sent the thirteen witches to hell and Greendale was all back in order. Nick was walking you back to your house, and both of you were silent. That is, until Nick decided to bring up what had happened.

"You never told me about him."

You looked at him, nodding your head.

"David? Yeah, I didn't. I didn't want to. He was terrible to me. I didn't even realize it until he broke up with me, and once he did, I saw everything he was, everything he did to me. He used me, Nick. And then once he was done, he tossed me out like the trash."

"I'm sorry. He never deserved you." There was a silence. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah... yeah, I'm fine. He's out of my life. Hopefully, I never have to see him again."

"I'll make sure you don't."

"Hey," you warned, "No killing."

"I didn't say I was gonna kill him."

"I think you scared him enough tonight."

"That's true." There was another silence as you neared your front door. You stopped turning to face him before you went inside. "Y/N?"

"Yeah?"

"I just want you to know... you should know... I would never--"

"I know. You're nothing like David. You're kind, and thoughtful, and intelligent. That's why I love you." Your eyebrows shot up as the words left your mouth, not expecting to say that.

"You love me, eh?" You opened your mouth to speak but Nick cut you off. "Don't worry, Y/N. I love you too."

He left you with a sweet kiss on your lips, and when you opened your eyes, he was gone. You turned around, heading back inside with a smile on your lips.

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49. And it's nights like this when I need your love

With Nick Baxter or Mike Cutter

Please and thank you 😊

Tagging: @kmc1989 @est1887 @wabi-sabi1090 @mini-bee-bee @yousigned-upforthis

Companion piece to:

The Romantic - Nick has always been a romantic when it comes to you.

Distraction - You distract Nick from work.

Symphony (NSFW) - Nick welcomes you home in his own special way.

Come Back To Bed - Nick tries to coax you back to bed.

Cancelled - You cancel your plans after Nick comes home exhausted.

How High - You say jump, Nick asks how high.

Bitter Sweet Symphony - Nick steps up when you realise you face a career ending illness.

And The Music Plays On… - Nick helps you come to terms with your diagnosis.

Right There (NSFW) - Nick decides the two of you need to take a break.

You’ve been quiet tonight, a little preoccupied, a little withdrawn. It’s taken Nick a couple of hours to notice because you have your headphones on and he’d thought you were trying to learn a new piece of music. It’s only now after he’s detached himself from his reports that he realises you’re in dire straits. It’s in the tension of your shoulders, the fact you don’t register his presence when he shifts from the couch.

“Rosie…” He says as he kneels down in front of you, his palms coming to rest lightly on your thighs. You remove your headphones, setting them down on the cushion alongside of you. “Why don’t you tell me what’s going on?”

“I had an appointment today with my an audiologist.” You tell him, toying with your wedding ring and Nick, he just feels like the worst husband in the world because he’d promised he’d be there for those and somehow he forgot. This thing you’re going through it’s terrifying for anyone but especially for you as a musician. “She said it’s getting worse, my hearing it’s still deteriorating.”

You fall apart then and it breaks Nick’s heart because this condition you have it’s stripping away everything you love and there’s nothing he can do to stop it.

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New Characters Added:

Billy Butcher

Jason Crouse

Fics:

Animal Kingdom:

Four Bullets - Smurf finds out about you and Pope, leading to dire consquences.

The Boys:

Scar Tissue - Billy runs into a familiar face at the Bureau of Supernatural Affairs.

The Bathtub - Billy and you take care of a long-standing problem of yours.

Chicago Fire:

Slim Jim - Dom meets the love of his life in an unusual circumstance.

The Good Wife:

Heaven's Gates - You suspect Jason has a kink.

Justified:

The Thrill of the Chase -  After months of hiding your relationship an interaction with a private contractor leads you to come clean.

Law & Order:

Waiting (NSFW) - Nick decides to teach you a lesson for standing him up.

The Pitt:

The Other Man - John discovers something that may effect your future together.

Germany - Jack’s put through his paces when it comes to his new prosthetic.

Firsts (NSFW) - Dennis experiances alot of firsts during your first night together.

Bite (NSFW) - Dennis doesn’t mean to edge you.

The Filing Cabinet - Things haven’t been the same between you and Frank since the attack.

Rebel Girl - You tell Jesse your story that first night at Glastonbury.

A Lifetime With You - You discover won’t be getting that lifetime after all.

A Dying Woman - You and Jesse have very different reactions to the news of your heart failure.

Lines - It’s been a long time since Robby’s been attracted to someone like this.

The Rookie:

Stitches - John supports you in the aftermath of Rosalind's attack.

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Can You Stop Being So Sexy Around Me? It's Distracting, and I Need to Get Work Done

I absolutely adored revisiting Nick Baxter, I haven't had a chance to write him lately.

The Romantic - Nick has always been a romantic when it comes to you.

Symphony (NSFW) - Nick welcomes you home in his own special way.

Come Back To Bed - Nick tries to coax you back to bed.

It’s late when you turn up at Nick’s office, long past the dinner date he’d had to cancel with you earlier this evening. He hates the fact he had to do that, that this case is keeping him away from you when it’s your last day in the US for a while.

You have an early flight to Berlin tomorrow morning, it’s the first leg of your European tour. You’ll be away for three months playing at venues in cities like Rome, Barcelona, Prague. He plans to fly out there and meet you in Italy in six weeks, spend some time I one of the world’s most romantic cities sightseeing with his wife.

He smiles when you enter the room. You’re wearing that black dress he likes, the elegant one that clings to your form.

“I’ve got a few hours of this yet.” He says apologetically as he sets down the file on his desk. “The defence really fucked things up for us today.”  

“Nick.” You say softly as you perch on the edge of his desk, the hem of the dress riding just a little bit higher. “I’m leaving tomorrow and I want to spend a little time with my husband.”

“Rosie…” He begins but you’re already unzipping your dress.

There’s a stirring in his groin as the fabric slips from your shoulders and down along the rest of your body. His grip on the arms of his chair tightens because you’re clad in midnight blue lingerie, the pretty set he bought you for Valentine’s Day. He doesn’t have a chance of denying you, especially when you reach up and release your hair from the clip that holds it in place. Your hair tumbles down around your features in soft waves and his heart just stops because he loves you like this, truly he does.

“Now you can fuck me.” You tell him as you lean back against his desk. “Or you can watch me do it myself.”

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May I have "Well aren't you adorable?" with this man? ❤️

Tagging: @kmc1989 @est1887 @wabi-sabi1090 @mini-bee-bee @21bruhs

Companion piece to:

The Romantic - Nick has always been a romantic when it comes to you.

Distraction - You distract Nick from work.

Symphony (NSFW) - Nick welcomes you home in his own special way.

Come Back To Bed - Nick tries to coax you back to bed.

Cancelled - You cancel your plans after Nick comes home exhausted.

How High - You say jump, Nick asks how high.

You’re asleep when Nick gets in from court. He finds you curled up in bed in those silk love heart, short pyjamas, your face buried in his pillow. You’d gotten back into the States just a couple of hours ago from Germany, he was meant to pick you up from the airport but his trial had run long.

“Well aren’t you adorable?” He whispers, his fingertips tucking an errant strand of hair back behind your ear.

You mumble in your sleep and he smiles as he tugs off his tie, tossing it on the nightstand before his shirt and trousers hit the laundry basket. He can’t vocalise just how much he’s missed you over these past few months, how quiet the house has been, how empty the bed has felt.

You being here right now it soothes something deep in his soul and when he climbs into bed and you settle in his arms with a contented sigh, he knows that it’s the same for you too.

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“I'm wrapped 'round your finger like this ring I'm wearing”

With Nicholas Baxter? 👀🫶🏻🫶🏻🩵🩵

Tagging: @kmc1989 @burningpeachpuppy  @est1887 @flopiboni @wabi-sabi1090

You have Nick wrapped around your wedding finger, you know it and so does he. You’re dressed in that pretty rose silk nightdress he likes with that sultry look in your eyes and Nick, he just can’t resist you. You’re a siren and he’s one of those sailors, powerless to resist your call. He intends it to be quick, something to sate you until he can take his time later on but it’s never quick, not with you.

He's an hour late to his meeting. He turns up in a different shirt than he started the morning with because the original had gotten rumpled during your love making.

“Terrible traffic.” He tells Nolan Price as he sits down at his desk and flicks through his messages. “Every day it seems to get worse.”

He tries to pay his penance by working late but of course you have other ideas, it is your wedding anniversary after all. When you turn up at his office that evening to take him to dinner, you’re wearing the same damn shirt you made love in this morning.

It’s like Pavlov’s Bell, his cock begins to stir in his trousers and before he knows it he’s sweeping the paperwork off his desk and fucking you for a second time in nothing but that shirt.

 “I can’t deny you anything can I?” He whispers, his thumb chasing over the apple of your cheek in the aftermath. “You say jump and I just say how high.”

“Someone has to be the boss of you otherwise you’d work yourself to death.” You tell him, your nose trailing along his until your lips are barely touching. “Now put your coat on, you’re taking me for dinner.”

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19. So whatcha say we cancel our plans?

Tonight I'm only gonna be your man

With Nicholas Baxter 💕 please

Tagging: @kmc1989@burningpeachpuppy@est1887 @wabi-sabi1090 @mini-bee-bee

The Romantic - Nick has always been a romantic when it comes to you.

Distraction - You distract Nick from work.

Symphony (NSFW) - Nick welcomes you home in his own special way.

Come Back To Bed - Nick tries to coax you back to bed.

How High - You say jump, Nick asks how high.

Nick doesn’t tell you he’s tired. In fact he actively tries to hide it because he’s promised to take you out tonight to make up for the other two dinners he had to cancel and he doesn’t want to disappoint you.

“I just need a quick shower.” He tells you as he hurtles through the front door an hour late because his trial overran. He slips off his shoes and hangs up his coat on the rack before he pokes his head into the living room.

You’re already dressed up in a pretty black dress with purple irises embroidered into it and your hair pinned back with a silver hairclip. You look stunning, and an ache hits him in the chest because lately you always seem to be waiting on him.

“I promise I’ll be fifteen minutes, max.” He tells you and you smile and pick up your book, folding your legs underneath you on the couch.

It’s forty five minutes later that you realise that you haven’t heard any movement from upstairs. You sigh picking up the phone to cancel your reservation before ordering take out instead. When you enter the bedroom, you find Nick still clad in his court clothes sleep on the bed.

He wakes up to the feel of your lips brushing over his forehead and he opens his eyes to see you standing over him, your hair falling loose across your features, your face freshly scrubbed of makeup. The dress is gone and you’re clad in leggings and your old bobbled t-shirt from Julliard.

“Fuck what time…” He checks the watch on this wrist and his heart just sinks because the reservation you had that was over an hour ago.  “Rosie I…”

You silence him with a kiss, it’s nothing more than a tender brush of the lips but to Nick it’s everything because he understands that he’s forgiven, that you’re not mad at him for this.

“I’ve cancelled our plans for the night, ordered dinner.” You tell him as you draw away, your fingertips ghosting along the line of his jaw. “You’re wearing yourself out Nick, you need to stop and take a breath.”

“It’s this case…” He tells as he shuffles into a sitting position, his back coming to rest against the headboard. “…it’s taking up all my time, all my energy.”

“I know.” You say, climbing into his lap and cradling his face between his hands. “That’s why you’ve got to communicate with me, tell me if you’re struggling.”

He sighs then because acknowledging his own limitations, it doesn’t come easily to him. His job doesn’t allow him to show weakness and it’s hard to take off that armour sometimes when he steps through the door.

“I’ll try Rosie.” He tells you, his forehead coming to rest upon yours. “I promise you’ll try.”

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Bitter Sweet Symphony: Nick Baxter x Reader

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The Romantic - Nick has always been a romantic when it comes to you.

Distraction - You distract Nick from work.

Symphony (NSFW) - Nick welcomes you home in his own special way.

Come Back To Bed - Nick tries to coax you back to bed.

It starts with a few errant notes during violin practice at home. You’ve been married for five years now, Nick’s listened to you play every single day, you make mistakes that’s how you learn but you never falter, not until today.

“What’s wrong?” He asks you, setting down the newspaper and drawing you into his lap.

He can feel the anxiety coming off you in waves as he wraps his arms around your body, holding you close.

“Somethings off.” You tell him, tucking yourself against his chest. “The music doesn’t sound right, the colours they’re different.”

You’re talking about your synaesthesia, the condition that allows you to see every note and every chord in a series of colours. 

“Maybe you’re getting sick, an ear infection.” He tries to sooth you, his lips brushing over your hairline.

“Maybe.” You say but he knows from the tone of your voice that that’s not what you think it is.

It’s a week later after you attend a doctor’s appointment that you’re referred to a specialist. Nick takes the morning off to attend with you despite your protests because this, this is something he can’t let you go through alone.

“You have diminished capacity in your left ear,” You’re told after the hearing test and you squeeze Nick’s hand tightly because this is your worst nightmare coming true. “You’re struggling to hear the higher frequencies.”

“Will she recover?” Nick asks because he can tell from the expression on your face that you’ve shut down completely. You entire world is crumbling down around you and you have idea how to cope with it.

“I’m afraid not.” The doctor says gently. “We see this with musicians who’ve spent a lot of time in orchestra pits, the sound bounces around, assaulting the ear. There are things we can do to prevent it getting worse...”

You raise to your feet and leave then because you can’t stand to hear another word. Nick gets all the details he can before he steps outside to join you. He finds you on a bench amongst the plush greenery in the courtyard with your head in your hands.

“It’s over.” You tell him, your voice desolate. “My career, it’s done.”

“That’s not true.” He murmurs as he grips the leaflets the doctor gave him even tighter in his hand. “There are things we can…”

 “You don’t understand Nick.” You snap as your rake your fingers through your hair. “The colours, they’re different. The sound doesn’t translate the same way anymore. You’re not a musician Nick, you don’t get it! I don’t know who I am without it. I don’t…”

You trail off then because you’re trying not to cry.

You’re right, he doesn’t understand. If his hearing goes, if he goes blind, or loses a limb he can still do his job, he can still practice law but you can’t, not without your hearing.

“Rosie.” He begins but he’s cut off by the sound of his phone ringing in the pocket of his overcoat. He tries to ignore it but you gesture for him to answer.

“No.” He tells you with a ferocity he feels in the depths of his soul. “This is important.”

“That could be too.” You point out as you rise to your feet and tuck your hands into the pockets of your jacket. “Your job, it’s life and death sometimes.”

 He hates the fact you’re right, that you’ve become so used to playing second fiddle to his profession that you think it’s alright for it to intrude on this discussion. He walks a few steps away before answering the phone so he won’t be overheard. It takes him a few minutes to respond to Nolan’s query. When he hangs up the phone and turns back towards you you’re nowhere to be seen.

He takes the rest of the day off and waits for you home, his tablet in his hand, doing research into your condition. Sometimes when you get overwhelmed you need a little space and time to process. The way you do it is by plugging in your headphones and walking around the city. You like to get lost in the music, let it carry you to where you want to go.

It’s two hours later that you return. You take your shoes off at the door before hanging up your coat and stepping into the living room.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” You tell him as he raises to his feet to greet you.

He can tell the news is still raw, that you haven’t even begun to deal with what’s happening to you.

“We don’t have to.” He says softly as he moves towards you, wrapping you up in his arms instead. You stiffen at the sensation and Nick sighs because he knows you’re trying to shut him out, put up an impenetrable front. You’re numb right now, you don’t want to feel and that’s ok.

“We’ll get through this.” He reassures you as he cups your face between his hands so you can see the sincerity in his eyes. “I promise you, we will.”

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The Romantic: Nicholas Baxter x Reader (L&O)

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Nick knows the instant he lays eyes on you that you’re the woman he’s going to spend the rest of his life with. He’s sitting in the audience at the Philharmonic with a woman his sister had set him up with you step onto the stage in a forest green wrap dress and fresh flowers in your hair. He’s transfixed from the moment you pick up the violin.

Your music, it’s haunting. It flows through his body, awakening parts of him that he didn’t even know existed. He feels joy, hope, elation and then he hits the lows, the sadness, the melancholy. It’s the most intimate experience he’s had in a long time.

It’s in the interval that he actually looks at the leaflet he was handed on the way into the theatre.

It has your name written across the top along with the show title.

Rosanna Delarue – A Journey Through Italy.

His date leaves halfway through but Nick, he stays for the entire thing.

It’s a month later at the Central Park Preforming Arts Gala that the two of you are formally introduced. You’re wearing a cornflower blue dress tonight, your hair is threaded with fresh flowers of the same colour. You look ethereal, a beacon amongst the deluge of black and white.

“Call me Rosie.” You request when you offer him your hand.

It’s etched into his heart from the moment he takes it.

The two of you hit it off immediately, he spends the night completely captivated as you sip cocktails at the bar regaling him with tales from your travels. When he puts you in a cab later that night, he gives you his card.

“I really enjoyed spending time with you tonight.” He says sincerely. “Give me a call if you ever want to do it again.”

He marries you a year later.

When he gets in tonight, the sweet serenade of your violin greets him. It’s the first time you’ve been home in over two months because you’ve been touring in Europe. Nick hangs up his overcoat before setting down his briefcase alongside the shoe rack. He lingers in the doorway of the living room watching as you play.

You still look as beautiful as the night he first saw you. You’re clad in one of his shirts and a pair of jeans that hug you in all the right places. Your damp hair is tied back into a messy bun, stray strands falling across your features.

You have your eyes closed because it helps you to visualise the music. Your synaesthesia allows you to see every note and every chord in a series of colours. It’s a fascinating quirk, he’d spent hours questioning you when you first told him about the condition.

“Rosie.” He says softly and your eyes flicker open to meet his.

The edges of your mouth tip up into a small smile and the tune changes, the opening bars to Elvis Presley’s ‘Love Me Tender’ filling his ears. It’s your wedding song, the first one you danced to as husband and wife.

“For my husband,” You say affectionately. “The Romantic.”

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Symphony: Nicholas Baxter x Reader (NSFW)

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Companion piece to The Romantic

The last time Nick made love to you was sixty three days ago. It had been the morning he’d dropped you off at the airport so you could catch a first class flight to Barcelona. It had been hurried and rushed. A moment of intimacy in the midst of your busy schedules.

You’re home now and Nick, he gets to take his time. He spends the evening tangled up in bed with you, mapping out every inch of your beauteous form with his lips. His hands chase over your skin as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. His thrusts are long, drawn out and languid, each stroke raking over that deviant little spot inside.

“You feel so good.” He whispers against your lips, his thumb ghosting over your cheek as he looks into your eyes. “Coming on my cock, right where you belong.”

You have no idea just how much he’s missed you, how he’s laid here at night thinking about you, dreaming about you. When you’re away he functions, he exists but he doesn’t live, not the way he does when you’re with him.

His palms slide down to your thighs, hiking them higher around his waist and you moans because that change of angle it’s perfect. He thrusts a little harder, a little faster because your release is coming, he can hear it in your stuttered breathing, feel it in the way your tight wet heat clenches around his cock.

When you come for him it’s beautiful, like the crescendo in a symphony. It floods his senses, immersing him as you take him over the edge with you, gripping his cock so hard he sees stars. His mouth covers yours, drinking down your ecstasy as he spills his release inside of you, fucking it deeper because Nick, he can get a little territorial when the two of you have been apart.

“I love you.” He whispers because Nick, he doesn’t want there to be any doubt. “I love you so damn much.”

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See you watchin’ and you blow me a kiss

For Nicholas Baxter

Nick has always enjoyed watching you, during violin practice, on the stage, in the bedroom. There’s always been a fluidity to your movements, a gracefulness that no other person in the world can match.

Right now he’s still lounging in bed, the sheets pooling around his bare hips as he watches you at your dressing table, threading your hair into a neat braid. You always wear it that way when you have rehearsals with the orchestra. He loves watching you unravel it at the end of the day, the way your hair falls across your shoulders in waves.

You’re clad in a blue, silk oriental robe that you brought back from Kyoto. Nick can’t help but appreciate how well it hugs your curves, he imagines undoing the thin belt, the fabric falling open.

Your eyes meet his in the mirror and he smiles, the edges of his mouth twitching up as you blow him a kiss.

“You should come back to bed.” He says because he’s stirring once again underneath the sheets. He’s already had you twice this morning, he thinks he has another in him if he can coax you back to bed.

The light material of the robe flutters in the breeze from the open window as you raise to your feet. He thinks about what’s underneath, how good you look in white lace. Your hand cups his jaw and you give him that look, the one that always sends a thrill of anticipation running through him.

“You’re insatiable.” You tell him, you thumb tracing over the stubble that mars his cheeks.

“For you.” He murmurs as he draws you back down onto the bed with him. “Only for you.”

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