#sub!nick

Oh yes he does.

He loves it too, especially since you're letting him choose what to be punished with. The items you set on the bed neatly before his kneeling frame sent tingles through his body. The sleek leather flogger, the simple black paddle with holes, and the leather bound riding crop; He was familiar with them all. But he definitely had a favorite.

"The crop, Mistress," he smirks.

+ hi, hi (: could I request “you always do that. you always warm me up.” with nearlycanon!nick, please? thank you!

this has been sitting in my inbox for forever--that you for being patient! I had it written mentally for awhile now, but it was tough to find the energy to write long fills.

“A yellow raincoat!” you shouted at the television. The contestant spun the wheel again and you sighed. This was your favorite way to unwind after work and you winced as the wheel landed on bankruptcy. “Should have just solved,” you mumbled to yourself.

The next contestant solved and you nodded victoriously as they went to commercial. Should you try to get on the show? It would be an interesting way to make money, that was for sure. Maybe you should start brushing up on your crossroad puzzles. You reached out to grab your phone to set a reminder to pick some up on your way home tomorrow.

As you tossed your phone back to the side and looked up you caught Nick padding into the living room out of the corner of your eye. That, in and of itself, was not cause for a double take, but the pink hoodie he was wearing was. He met your eye for a moment before crossing in front of you and then dropping fluidly to his knees on the floor to the right of where you were sitting on the couch. A contestant guessed the next puzzle incorrectly, but you paid it no mind, focusing your attention instead on the top of Nick’s head. You dropped a hand to his hair gently and scratched lightly.

-sub!nick: his favorite part of subbing is the after care where he gets pet and told how good he is and cuddled and swaddled with blankets. he really likes to have hands run through his hair and be hugged.

someone said they find my sub!nick fics comforting, so…anon, this is dedicated to you <3

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You heard Nick let himself into the apartment with heavy footsteps. Keys clattered into the small bowl by the door and you smiled as you imagined him and his routine. He’d toe off his shoes, probably shrug out of his suit jacket and come looking for you for a hello kiss. You continued dicing the chicken for the burrito bowls you were making for dinner as you heard him come into the room behind you. You started to greet him without turning, going over to the sink and washing your hands before you added the seasoning to the chicken and got it in the pan.

“Hi babe. Dinner will be ready soon. Can you get m—oh,” you cut yourself off once you finally turned and saw Nick kneeling on the other side of the stove.

His head was bowed so you couldn’t see his face, but his hands were behind his back as usual. All of his clothes were still on, including the suit jacket, but his shoes were off. His socked feet caught your attention and a warmth of affection spread throughout your body. You slowly walked towards him as you continued drying your hands, tossing the hand towel on the island before you reached down to run a hand through his hair gently. You saw his eyes flutter shut and you inched a little closer as you continue your hand’s journey.

“Rough day?” you asked finally and Nick tensed up again and turned his face away from you with a small nod. You sighed quietly and gave him a thorough once over. “Let’s get you out of this jacket for now, hmm?” you asked as you tugged gently at the jacket in question. He nodded again and slipped his arms out of, handing it over to you. “Tie next,” you prompted as you set the jacket aside. Nick loosened the tie one handed and you took over, slipping it over his head gently to join with the jacket. His head was bowed again and he mumbled something that you didn’t hear clearly.

“Wanna say that again?” you questioned and he cleared his throat and shifted on his knees. You winced in sympathy because the hardwood floor couldn’t be that comfortable.

“I’m sorry,” Nick said lowly and you frowned a little and tilted his chin up to see his face. Even with his face tilted up he avoided your eyes, staring at a place over your shoulder while you studied his face.

“What are you sorry for?” you prompted and he did something complicated with his mouth before replying.

“For needing…this. I know you…you probably had a long day, too. I shouldn’t expect—we don’t—” Nick started to say and you shushed him.

“Do you remember your safeword?” you asked and Nick nodded.

“Miami or red. Ma’am,” he replied and you smiled encouragingly.

“I remember mine, too,” you told him and his eyes shifted to your face finally. “If I need it, I’ll use it. Understand?” Nick nodded again and you kept smiling. “Let me take care of you. Don’t worry about me. My day was fine. I’m going to take care of you now, okay?” Nick licked his lips and shifted his eyes to the side briefly before landing back on your face.

“Yes, ma’am,” he answered quietly. “Please,” he added and you fought to keep yourself from demanding he tell you what happened at work. Not now. He would inevitably tell you while he was curled up around you later that night, but for now what he needed was to not think and to be taken care of.

“Good boy,” you praised and like usual he colored slightly and shifted again under the praise. “I’m going to finish dinner. You have a choice. You can go to the bedroom and get undressed, then come back here and kneel until I’m done. Or you can stay right here while I finish up and keep your clothes on,” you suggested. Nick looked frustrated at his options and you hurried to provide him with another. “Or, I can pause this and come undress you in the bedroom and we’ll come back here together.” His shoulders loosened again slightly and you knew what option he was going to go with before he said it.