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lanabuckybarnes · 1 month

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Brain rot, Brain rot.

18+ Minors DNI

(I do not own any photos used, credits go to the original owners)

A little piece I’ve created about my favourite roles that Seb has played (the ones I’ve watched so far) because Mr Lee Bodecker and Nick have got me in a literal chokehold.

( I know about their red flags but girlies im colourblind).

Just wanted to try something a little different, Warnings are under the cut.

Pairing: Lee Bodecker x reader, Nick Fowler x reader, Steve Kemp x reader, Bucky x reader

Warnings: Spoilers for the movies, mention of Cheating (It’s Lee being unfaithful per usual), Dark Lee, Manipulation, Throat fucking, Size kink, Breeding Kink, Mentions of Pregnancy, Daddy Kink, Overstimulation, Teasing, Cock Warming, Pussy Eating, Mentions of Cannibalism, Biting, Dry Humping, Dark Steve I suppose (Steve being Steve), Voyeurism. DO NOT READ IF THESE TRIGGER YOU, if I’ve missed any warnings please let me know.

Whew Lordy.

Lee bodecker is a filthy man, with 100+ glaring red flags and you still peruse him?! It’s a wonder the townsfolk don’t have you sent to the looney bin. He absolutely loves it when his little mistress (you) wraps herself in his leather coat, just the thought of you wearing it gets him all possessive.

He loves a lady he can manipulate— bend and train to his will. A girl that when he comes stomping into her little cottage she’s there with a steak on the table and her mouth open for him. Not only does a sweet little lady appeal to him because of their naivety but because of just how shy and innocent they really are.

If you in a pretty white frock while he fucks your face is the last thing he sees as he closes his eyes on this world, he’ll die a happy man.

Also size kink demon, loves when his thick hand engulfs your thigh or when you have to go onto your toes to kiss him, loves it when one of his big ole palms can hold your wrists above your head while he pounds away at you. It’s like a ritual now for him to sit his fat length over your pussy just before he plunges in, he loves imagining just how deep he’ll be hitting you when he fucks you.

Talks about getting you pregnant A LOT. You never knew it was a kink till you were talking with some of the older ladies about your ‘mystery man’. When you brought up the fact that he’s constantly moaning about swelling that little belly up, giving you his son, they all confirmed what he was experiencing was a thing most ‘manly men’ felt. They assured you it would be a great honour to have a man’s son but you played with the hem of your dress in guilt and shame, he wasn’t your husband and he thought of you as nothing more than his little side piece to make up for his boring wife.

Please ride this man while wearing his hat, he will not survive.

Nick Fowler, I don’t really know much about him— I mostly watched clips of him on YouTube but I just imagine him with a phat daddy kink. When you whimper daddy for the first time he just about spurts right then and there.

Loves teasing the shit outta you, how many times have you came on his fingers and tongue? You don’t know but you feel fucked out— you don’t think you could handle another, Nick just scoffs.

“Come on baby another for me” he encourages, his sopping fingers circling your sensitive bud and all you can do is lie back and take it.

When he’s had a real bad day all he wants is for you to get those fucking clothes off and sit on his cock, you don’t have to move he just wants to feel your warmth and how you squeeze against him.

Now if you think you were insane to go after someone like Lee you must actually be crazy to let Steve near you, even after finding out his little ploy, how you were nothing more than meat to him— you still let him fuck you. This man knows how to eat, he’s down there for every course, slowly spreading your folds with his fingers and liking a strip up from your hole to your clit before diving straight in. He’ll have you loosing your voice over the way you scream when he drags orgasm after orgasm out of your pretty body

Constantly talks about eating your flesh while he kisses you, occasionally biting down nice and hard leaving teeth marks all over the meaty parts of your body. Even before you found out he was a cannibal he’d be biting and licking on you, he called it sampling the meat before he bought in.

Dress up nice and pretty for him, he loves it. He loves nice light colours and lacy material, the way it makes your skin look all flawless and doesn’t clash with the dark marks he’s given you has him hard in his pants quicker than you could imagine. Another man who loves being fully clothed while you’re practically naked. Has cum in his pants an embarrassing amount of times when you’ve straddled him, grinding your lace covered kitty against his bulge.

Although I write about him all the time I can never fully flesh out one of the fantasy’s I think of him in. This man, although awfully shy about his sex life with others, will and has absolutely ruined you in public places. A restaurant, he’s played with your little clit under the table and fucked you in one of the bathroom stalls, in a car while you, Sam and Steve were going on a road trip. Even once in Tony’s house during a party— Tony had almost caught you two bumping and grinding in his laundry room, the thought of how close you two were to being caught had Bucky biting on your shoulder and coming all up your back quicker than he’d ever done before.

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I have no idea where all these come from but I’m loving it.

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fineprintedsunsets · 8 months

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CUPCAKE AFFAIRS

This Is For Haunted Hoedown Day 3! | My Haunted Hoedown Master-List | Bucky Barnes & Characters Master-List

inspired by your favorite song +“you are mine, whether you agree or not.”

Synopsis: Your sugar daddy will make sure you get anything you want, even if it's another man.

Word Count: 2.9k

Warnings: sugardaddy!maxburnett x nickfowler x f reader. daddy kink (I don't have one myself, but I hope I gave it justice) fingering. MMF. dirty talk. use of pet names (I got you fluffy whores). p in v sex. oral (male receiving)

ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ :

Suga' Daddy - Inayah

1:35 ───ㅇ─────3:47

“Monarch” was beautiful, and flashy, and-

Are those cupcakes?

Those are definitely cupcakes.

You sigh with relief. This was nothing like the other events Max dragged you to. Last month it was a charity ball and after all the conversations about politics and the old ass man looking at your breast, you were over it real quick.

Max made up for it though, that was the best part about having a sugar daddy. The sex is fucking amazing. And Max had special skills when it came to that area.

“You alright, Princess?” He gruffs, leading you both inside the doors to the downtown bar that just opened up. Max was in business with its owner, Nick. So of course he had to celebrate the grand opening.

“Fine.” You smile, still eyeing those cupcakes. Sprinkles and icing atop a beautiful fluffy sponge cake. They sit leisurely placed on a rotating cake display. Max smiles, seeing what piqued your interest.

“Go get one baby, Meet me at the bar, alright?”

“Of course, Daddy.” Max’s brows shoot up as he smirks, landing a light tap on your ass. You have never called him daddy in public before, and now that you had, he was never letting you stop.

You yelp at the contact but agree as you smooth down the back of your dress. Max picked it out like he did all the others you wore during these events. The pink fabric fits you perfectly, hugging and even accentuating your curves.

Max finds his way to the bar top, probably to discuss business things with Nick. That’s what you called them anyway, “Business things”. You have eyes on the last pink cupcake with purple pearl sprinkles.

It looks heavenly, and mouth-watering, and-

You reach to grab the delectable dessert before another hand brushes your own, making you pull back suddenly.

“Oh, I’m sorry honey! Take it.” Your eyes meet with a fair-skinned man, his bright smile reaching his ears. You blush at his features, suddenly remembering your fingers just brushed.

“Are you sure?” Your voice squeaks, shy and acutely aware your breasts are on display, but the man doesn't look down once, he keeps his eyes up at your face. You never knew respect could be so hot.

“The beautiful girl deserves the prettiest cupcake, no?”

Your face is comparable to a tomato, but thank god the bar lights are just dim enough to hide it. You smile, reaching your hand to grab the cupcake. The man smiles as his hands slide into their suit pockets, you can see the slightest hint of his veins, his large fingers resting inside the pocket.

Is it hot in here?

“It matches your dress, after all.” He points, lifting his suit with him. God, he has muscles. Lots of them. You look down as if you’ve forgotten what you put on, with him, you kind of forgot you were wearing anything.

“It does.” You notice, pulling the wrapper off the frosted desert. As much as you’d love to keep admiring the man that is standing next to the delicious cupcakes, you have to try one.

You bring it up to your lips, biting into the icing and cake at once. You bring your hand up to catch any of the crumbs, allowing the icing to melt on your tongue. You could almost groan, it's so good.

You bring it away from your mouth, missing the taste of it already. He still stands there, a laugh emitting from his lips. “Come here.” You quirk your brow in question, still chewing the spongy cake as the man steps forward, bringing a gentle hand to swipe at your lips.

You freeze at his touch, feeling sparks emit through your skin. He brings his thumb to swipe over your bottom lip, gathering icing that must have stuck to the skin. He keeps your eyes locked as he brings the digit to his own pink lips, licking off the buttercream.

You almost choke as you swallow. Your knees are jelly, and your eyes can’t stay off of the man. Who is he? And why is he making you hot and bubbly inside?

“Nick Fowler” He puts his hand out, breaking the heated silence, but before you can reach to shake it, a voice pulls you back down to reality.

“I see you’ve met Nick.” Max joins you two at the cupcake stand, a bit of agitation in his tone. You almost smile, uh oh, daddy’s jealous.

You're aware now, this is the new owner of Monarch, Max’s business partner. Nick, as in the Nick. “Max, How you been man?” Nick’s eyes break away from you, switching his hand to shake Max’s

“Good” Max replies with a hint of accusation woven throughout his tone. The two men’s palms slide against each other. Now you can see both Max and Nick’s strong fingers and the recurring veins that mark Nick’s hand-

God. It definitely is hot in here.

Nick and Max both turn to you, and the intensity of their gazes, the remembrance of Nick’s fingers against your lip, and Max-

Max looked so angry, it made you want to rub your thighs together.

“Join me at the bar, Princess.”

Is it just you, or did Nick’s gaze just harden? Max was shooting daggers through your body, but he didn’t own you, he was your sugar daddy, not your boyfriend, although you can’t atone for the amount you hoped otherwise.

Max treated you like his little princess, always caring and soft when you needed him to be. But when you wanted to be put in your place?

Max knew how to do that too.

“Can Nick join us?” You ask, passing a small wink to Nick. Max sees it, you make sure he does.

You know he doesn't want you to see it, but it’s hard to ignore the way his finger flexes and curls into a tight fist at his sides. “Of course, Can I have a word with you first, baby?”

“Course.” You mutter, Max indicates for Nick to wait at the bar and he does so with an eager eye, taking a cupcake for the road. You finished yours while Nick and Max stared each other down during that way-to-long-hand shake.

Max joins you, placing a small kiss on your forehead. You know Nick is watching, Max is trying to make it seem as if he’s just giving you a kiss, but in reality, he’s doing much more.

“Does he make you wet, princess?”

“Max!” You attempt to pull away, but you can’t. Max won't let you.

“Answer me or I’ll stick my hand down those pretty pink panties your wearing and find out for myself.” Your thighs clench at your sugar daddy’s tone, jealousy and anger, and arousal mixing in this throat.

Embarrassment now clouds your cheeks as you dip your head “Yes.” You mutter in resentment, shrinking away just a bit from Max. His fingers graze your cheekbone gently, forcing you to look up at him.

“Nothing to be embarrassed about, princess. Do you want him?”

“No, Max. I want you.” You whine, fiddling with your fingers as your eyes intertwine, heat sparking throughout your chest.

“I know, baby. But you know what I really mean.”

You did. You didn’t want to admit to that fact.

Max’s lips dip down to your ear-lobe, flicking his tongue out to trace the skin, You gasp as he places your chin at his shoulder, your eyes locking with Nick’s. He’s staring very intensely.

“Do you want his fingers? ‘Want to see how those veins feel stuffed inside of you?”

Your chest bubbles as air exits your lungs too quickly, making you winded. Max’s tongue at your ear, his filthy words, and Nick’s eyes from the bar…

It could make you cum right here and right now.

“Oh I know, Princess. I saw you eyeing him. Is that what you want?”

Fuck. Could you deny you were attracted to Nick? No. Did you want Max to know? Yes and no.

Yes, because Max could make it happen. He would do anything for you. But saying it allowed seemed like uncharted territory. Max seemed so jealous when you were eyeing Nick, or maybe he was just playing a part, knowing it would’ve turned you on.

It worked.

Too well.

“Answer me, Princess.”

“Yes! Fuck, Max.” He pulls away from your ear, the torture halting for a moment. He smiles, like he’s happy you confessed you want someone other than himself.

“You’ll get him then-” Max’s fingers pull at your chin, stroking the flesh of your cheek. “Just know, You're mine, whether you agree or not.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

🧁

Max had accomplished what he had promised. The bar’s grand opening celebration was far away as you sat in a leather booth with both men. The V.I.P. section was cleared immediately as Nick heard Max’s proposition. The booth walls are high enough so no one can see inside, and guards are stationed outside the doors which lead into the V.I.P. rooms.

But if you moan loud enough, which you are sure you will, the potential clients will hear. Max and Nick seemed to pay no mind to that fact, though.

“She’s so pretty, Max.” Nick runs his curled fingers across your cheek, sending sparks shooting through your body. Max presses into you from the right side, his hand tracing lazy circles on your thigh.

If only they would inch higher.

“You hear that princess, Daddy’s friend thinks you're pretty”. You nod, smiling, unable to speak as Nick's hand dips lower, exploring your curves, causing heat to bloom everywhere, turning your veins to molten lava.

“Tell him what you want, baby. Tell him what you told Daddy.”

You gulp, feeling both pairs of hands pause, robbing and taunting you at the same time. You swallow, the air sucking itself from your throat. “Want to feel Nick’s fingers, daddy.” You confess to Max, looking away from his partner.

Max smiles, grabbing your cheeks, forcing your head to turn the opposite way, your gaze colluding with Nick’s blue pupils. “Tell him.”

“Want your fingers inside me, Nick.” He shifts, his cock painfully straining against his pants, matching Max’s slacks.

“You gonna be good for me, sweet girl? Listen to what your daddy tells you?”

Your head sways quickly, showing Nick how eager you are, and Max how well you’ll listen to him. Max pulls your face back to his, bringing your lips to his own. It never gets old, feeling his lips devouring yours, letting you moan into his mouth.

You squirm, your pussy begging for Nick’s attention. His digits reach under your dress, trailing his fingers up your inner thigh. You groan into Max’s mouth, feeling both over and under-whelmed. Max lips break for air, a string of salvia still connecting your puffy lips.

Nick’s fingers reach higher, brushing right over your panties, resting at your navel. You whine, bucking your hips into Nick’s hand, acutely aware of your odd position in the booth, Your half twisted to Max, your legs dangling off the cushion.

“C’mere”. Max’s helps you get more comfortable, while his other hand reaches into his slacks, undoing his belt. You watch as his muscles flex at the action, pulling his belt out of the loops, and releasing himself.

His cock is hard and heavy, pre-cum dripping from its tip. You can feel both men’s gazes at your back, your hips are angled in the air, pressing into Nick’s side as your head is at eye-level with Max’s cock.

“Suck your daddy’s cock, baby” Nick’s hoarse voice echos, as his fingers slide down, rubbing a small circle against your clothed clit. You buck, your mouth closing around Max’s hard cock.

He moans, feeling your wet lips run against him, your tongue finding his veins, licking a stripe up the trail. Nick smiles, seeing Max throw his head back, his fingers engulfing your scalp. Nick’s fingers move your panties to the side, hiking your dress up with the other. You gasp as the cool hair hits your pussy, making your clit cry with sensitivity.

“Such a pretty pussy she has, Max.” You groan at the compliment, clenching down on air. Max smiles as he guides your head up and down his cock, his lips parting in a feral groan.

The more you suck Max’s cock, the more you buck into Nick’s fingers. Tired of the teasing. The crude sounds of your gagging and your arousal fill the air, Nick’s fingers hook your pink panties aside as he circles your clit.

You buck, moaning around Max’s cock, sending vibrations through him, making a guttural groan exit his mouth. Max couldn’t decide to look at you, to where your mouth wraps pretty around his cock, or to Nick who’s running your fingers over your slick folds.

“Mmm. How is she doing on your end?” Max teases watching Nick’s digits circle your entrance, collecting your arousal.

“She’s so wet for us.”

You groan, gagging as Max thrust into your throat, filling you up completely, salvia dripping from your chin. Max nods to Nick, giving him the okay, and before you can be warned, a single digit pushes into you.

Nick groans in approval, watching his finger sink like a rock in water, filling you just a bit. You clench around the digit, wincing at the intrusion, waiting for the relief of being filled up to fill your body.

Nick pushes another finger into you without warning. You moan, feeling Max’s thrust start to stutter.

“Doing so well for him, princess.” Max praises, slowing down your movements with his hand, not wanting to come too soon.

“You feel his veins, sweetheart? Can you feel them buried deep inside your sweet cunt?”

“Yes!” Your reply is muffled, sounding like inaudible hums as you buck your hips into Nick’s fingers, urging him to move. He looks at Max for approval, and he nods. His digits pump leisurely in and out of you, curling each time they re-enter.

“There, honey.” Nick praises as you continue the abuse on Max’s cock, licking his veins, bobbing your head up and down, urging him to come. Max’s fingers tighten around your strands, bucking his hips into your throat.

“Gonna swallow for me, princess? Show Nick how good you can be for your daddy?” The more Max talks, the wetter you get, and Nick seems to notice.

“Keep talking to her, she likes that.” He comments as he curls his digits, making you cry out. The feeling of Max’s cock filling your throat, a few more sporadic thrusts before he’s releasing, and Nick’s veins hitting every spot inside of you, it made you want to cry and scream and cum.

It was too much, but never enough.

“Just like that, princess. Mm. Feel Daddy’s cum filling your throat. Swallow it for me, pretty girl.” You do as he asks, swallowing the spurts of cum he’s released down your throat. You pull away with a pop, grateful for the air that fills your lungs. The taste circles your buds as you run his release over your tongue.

Max smiles, the flush of his orgasm still blessing his features. You can feel your own orgasm rise through you, threatening to burst. Before you can get yourself to the edge using your own thrust to meet Nick’s fingers, he stops, releasing his digits from your needy cunt.

“Need to have you on my cock, pretty girl. Ask your daddy for me, will you?”

You clench, and look up at Max through tear-stained cheeks and batted eyelashes. “Can I ride Nick’s cock, Daddy?”

“Hmm. I think you deserve it, you did so good sucking my cock.” A twinge of excitement and anticipation wrack through you, mirroring Nick’s own face.

“Come here, sweetheart.” Nick’s cock is already out of his pants, staining his suit with his own pre-cum. His cock isn’t as large as Max’s, but where he lacks in length he makes up in girth.

Just like his fingers, veins protrude from his cock, making your pussy clench. You straddle Nick’s lap, your back pressing against the table of the booth. Max slides closer, his eyes watching as Nick lines up his cock with your entrance.

“You like when daddy watches you take another man’s cock? You like that it makes me jealous, princess?” You nod, feeling Nick slide into your heat as you cry out from the intrusion, his fingers doing nothing to help you warm up.

“Not even shy about it anymore, either,” Max says, watching Nick’s hands guide your hips up and down as you ride his cock. The sight has Max getting hard all over again. Your orgasm is back and ready to burst as Nick thrust into you harder, each time his pace speeds up, pushing and pulsating inside you.

“So good, sweet girl! Mmph. Come on my cock, okay? Can you do that for me?” You close your eyes, leaning forward so your hands rest against the top of the booth seat, allowing Nick to slide in deeper.

“M’coming! Nick!” Nick smiles, giving you small words of encouragement as he nods his head, your breath colliding as you come over his cock, feeling Max’s gaze all over your body. Nick comes just moments after, pulling out to coat you both in his release. Max places a kiss against your temple, telling you how well you did.

“Let’s go get you cleaned up, princess. And celebrate this bar opening, hmm?”

You laugh, your breath still unsteady. “That wasn’t enough celebration?”

“How about another cupcake?” Nick pitches in, smiling, flashing his dimples.

“Coming!”

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buckyshusband0 · 2 years

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「 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬. 」

𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: Dark mob!Nick Fowler x Married Naive!Male Reader

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: +18, Angst, Fluff, Smut (DUB-CON?), murder, unprotected sex, obsessed Nick, depression, suicide attempt, kidnapping, blood & knife play, twisted sex, creampie, slapping, choking, major character death, breeding, praising, bondage (?), use of pet names (Darling & baby), orgasm control, mature/dark themes.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.6k+

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Nick's goal was to execute the best target in order to claim himself as one of the most powerful mob bosses in the world. He happens to run into his target’s husband. Nick will do everything in his power to take what’s his and only his.

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: This is a DARK fic. Please DO NOT read if any of these warnings trigger you. I am not responsible for what you read online. This is my first time writing for Nick so, reblogs and comments are appreciated as they help my blog grow <3

₊˚ˑ༄ؘ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐒𝐈𝐓

THE hardwood table in the Centre of the dark, contemporary office space was slammed with the sound of a fist with white-knuckled anger. The one and only was the owner of that angered red fist.

Nick Fowler — also known as the nation's most brutal mafia leader out there — was discussing with his men how Luciano De Garcia, a well-known threat, would be able to topple the six-foot insane man from his earned throne. He couldn’t sit back and let that happen.

“Fuck, this piece of shit has to go!” A picture of the man with the flawlessly sculpted face came on the large black television as Nick seethed between his teeth. The other men in his office all nodded in agreement. Of course, they would have to agree with their boss.

What other choice did they have?

Luciano has been going at it for a while now. All of his plans to become the most powerful mob boss were actually working — and not to mention — but it made Nick seem like a weak leader.

Selling drugs, Luciano traveled every nation, earning more money than anyone could have imagined. Nick wasn't overly concerned at first, but as he observed the growth of the "army" Luciano was building, he realized the matter required serious consideration.

After a moment of nothing but silence, Aaron — Nick’s best friend, but also right-hand man — decided to speak up. “We can send one of our assassins to find and kill that son of a bitch.” Aaron’s brows furrowed when Nick got up harshly from his black office chair.

“No, I want to kill him myself.”

Nick has seen Luciano progressively overtake his reign, and all he wants to do is track him down and watch as he grovels at his feet. Something in the blue-eyed man turned as he took pleasure in hearing his greatest enemy beg for his life — Something sinister.

“Are you sure-” Aaron was cut off by his deceiving best friend who was now at the door, ready to leave the room. “I said what I said. Find him and keep an eye on him.” Nick glanced at the men in suits.

Aaron was aware of his best friend's condition. He never sought guidance and insisted on handling tasks alone. He would naturally desire to complete this task alone given the fact that someone may potentially take away his power. Aaron's lips automatically closed.

“Yes, boss.” One of the men spoke up. He pursed his pink lips and left the room in a hurry — not looking back. His tall figure entered his mat black SUV as he left the expensive tall building. “I’m fucking coming for you, Luciano,” Nick muttered as he took off the curb.

✰ -- --- --- -- ✰

Soft laughter bloomed through the cafe.

You were currently talking to your co-worker about the wonderful day you and your husband — Luciano De Garcia — had yesterday. The cafe held warm colors with the soft, calming voices of others.

It would be an understatement if you said you weren’t proud of where you are today. A loving husband, a self-owned successful cafe that made thousands come and go. The thoughts that were going through your head caused you to flutter a small smile onto your lips.

You’re happy.

Above the entrance, the beautiful, golden bells' ringing drew you back to the present. When you saw your husband walking in an all-black suit, your tiny smile grew into a gigantic one. The man who is presently in front of you caused your bottom lip to fall between your teeth. His brown stormy eyes were glued shut to your small figure.

You took in the sight of the man who took the title to be your beloved husband. His sharp jaw lightly clenching — like it always does, his dark, curly brown hair freshly groomed and in all the best possible ways. There was always that one curl in front of his forehead.

If possible, you could ramble for hours or perhaps days about how much you love your husband. You two gave one other a soft kiss in the cafe as Luciano's full lips came together with yours.

Your (e/c) eyes closed from the admiring touch. After a few moments of kissing, Luciano retreated back and gave you the pearly white smile that he would always deliver towards you. “Hi, baby. Just wanted to make sure we’re still on for our date?” He questioned.

Nodding your head, you gave your six-foot husband the most innocent smile you could ever. A smirk grew onto the man’s face as he observed every part of your face. He loves you so much.

As Luciano was about to lean in for another kiss, his black watch that was planted on his tattooed-covered wrist started to buzz. He furrowed his eyebrows, but then let out an exhausted sigh from seeing the message that made its appearance known on it.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I have to go. I love you.” His tall figure looked down at you. “I love you too!” Your tone grew sheepishly by the second. Your eyes widen when you feel a rough — but also gentle — smack on your ass caused by your smirking husband.

Leaving you all flustered, he slowly backed away from you before turning towards the antic-like door. He put his phone towards his ear and begin to speak in his hushed tone as he entered his black car.

✦ 10 min time skip ✦

Nick stepped out of his SUV — currently, in front of the cafe that was covered in nothing, but warm colors. Aaron had made a call to his best friend, notifying him where Luciano was last seen.

Taking a deep breath in and out, he prepared himself to see Luciano De Garcia in the cafe, but as he stalked in, he was greeted with the smell of coffee and other civilians — in which who were not Luciano. As he looked over once again, his eyes landed on something.

More like someone...

His dark blue eyes dilated from the sight of seeing the most beautiful boy he has ever seen. His broad chest tightened as his fingers went numb from the sensation the mafia boss has never felt before. He licked his parched lips as they became dry.

He slowly marched his way broad figure towards you. When he finally made it in front of you, you gave the tall man a small smile before talking. “Hi! What can I get for you this fine day?” Your sweet smile caused butterflies to start bursting in Nick's stomach. He was so out of it that he had forgotten why he had come here in the first place.

‘Stay focused, Nick.’ The blue-eyed man thought to himself, but how could one stay focused when they have such an angel standing right in front of them? Nick couldn’t help himself but want to know more about your precious innocent soul that needed to belong to him.

Soon as his dark, caged-away heart stood near your presence, he wanted — scratch that — needed to corrupt you your innocence. Your brows furrow as that man in front of you hasn’t talked in a while which made you feel a little nervous from his hard black stare.

“Sir?” The voice that could keep Nick awake all night rang in his ears. Since he first saw you stand in that beautiful aura of yours, he realized he had been silent throughout the entire time.

He cleared his dry throat before speaking. “Can I get a coffee?” Your whole body tingled, and your spine shivered at the sound of his rich, deep voice. You offered him a little smile and a nod before preparing his coffee and handing it to the man who is observing you.

Nick pulled out his black card from his wallet before paying. “Thank you, darling.” Nick winked at you and made his way to the exit not before taking in your figure slowly once again. One thing he told himself was that you were going to be his. Whether you like it or not.

✰ -- --- --- -- ✰

Nick’s thick fingers held his gun tightly.

He now knew that you were his enemy's so-called husband. Would that make him stop desiring you more than anything? Hell no. He made a promise to himself that he would get you to be his under no circumstances as soon as his dark eyes landed on you.

Nick’s team had gathered info on where Luciano lived and when he would be in his most vulnerable state. No surprise, his most vulnerable state is being with you, in bed, cuddled asleep. Although Nick’s main focus is Luciano, he can’t help, but want to get you.

Then an idea sparked in his brain.

“Change of plans. Get Luciano’s husband also and bring him in the car with no wounds. If he ends up being hurt, it’s your heads on the plate. Understood?” Nick seethed out to them.

The others nodded at his obnoxious best friend as Aaron sighed and did the same. Every single man quickly entered the home while making a lot of noise, then moved up to the bedroom where you and Luciano were sleeping. Both of you were startled by the sound of the guns clicking. Your body trembled in terror as though a clown had suddenly appeared in front of you. “Luciano?” Your voice was trembling as you questioned your husband, who had a revolver in his right hand and strained brows. He flashed you a quick smile to reassure you.

“Stay here, baby.” You nodded and watched as he walked out of the bedroom into the dark dimmed hallway. Then boom. The sound of your husband grunting, and coughing made you stand up on your two feet. “Luciano?” You whispered as the planks below you creaked.

As you turned the corner of the hallway, retreating yourself towards the opening doorway of the kitchen, you heard a gun click behind you. Chills grew on your body as you slowly turned around.

Body freezing as if it had been dropped into a bucket of icy water. The figure in all-black clothing was standing directly in front of you. He clutched a bag in his hand. Before you could say a single word, the sack enveloped your face and blackness engulfed your view. The air being sucked out of your body drowned out your screams.

You soon felt a needle poke into your skin. Your eyes widen from the loss of feeling in your muscles. Numbness took over your body — which made you not be able to fight back. “L-Luciano..” A sigh escaped your lips as you passed out. Darkness was all you saw.

✰ -- --- --- -- ✰

You’ve woken up from a deep slumber.

Your (e/c) eyes opened and took in the dim room that you were currently in. Swallowing a growing lump down your throat, you looked around the room which barely had any furniture inside.

As you took in the room, you noticed a figure was tied down to a wooden chair. That figure being your husband — Luciano. Panic consumed your veins as you tried to reach out for him, just for you to feel your hands being tied together. “Luciano!” A yell escaped your lips as you tried to wake your knocked-out husband. His head slowly began to rise from your voice. He looked towards you, and worry took over his face. “Baby, are you okay?” He asked as if he wasn’t tied down and beaten up badly.

His hair was unkempt as if he had just been in a cat fight, and his face was covered in bruises. The bags beneath his eyes indicated that he had not slept a single night in his growing life. As you were about to speak, the sound of a door creaking open caught your attention.

The sight of three men — all dressed in luxurious matt black suits — stalked into the room you were being held captive in. One of them looked oddly familiar, but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Luciano’s eyes go wide. “Don’t look so surprised, Mr. Garcia.” That voice... it sounded so familiar. “Nick,” Luciano seethed. “Let my husband and I go!” Shock consumed you from hearing the name. The same man who was kind to you at your job, fucking kidnapped you. ‘What the hell?’

“Afraid I can’t do that... See, you’re a huge threat to me. I can’t have you around if you keep up this little game you’re playing, but (y/n)?” He looked towards you and something in them changed. Love. “I want you to be mine.” The way he spoke his words sounded like an order. He took slow steps towards you and rubbed his thumb gently across your cheek.

Your body shook under his cold touch.

And with that, Nick reached to his waist and pulled out a gun from his belt. Fear struck you like lightning and when you looked toward Luciano, he accepted what was about to happen — death.

He turned his head to you and gave you a small smile before saying his breathless words. “I love you, baby. Always remember that, okay?” Tears stung your eyes as Luciano looked Nick in his blue stormy eyes and muttered his last words. “Well played, Nick..”

Then boom.

Your husband's head was shot through by a bullet. The roaring blast from the weapon Nick was holding made your ears ring and felt as though they were going to fall off. With no sign of regret or emotion, Nick stared at his men as if he had not just killed the love of your life. “Take care of this mess.” He ordered and they all nodded.

He walked slowly towards you and your body shivered with fear as tears covered your cheeks. “Shhh, don’t be afraid, darling. I’m here now.” Nick whispered to you with a small smile plastered on his lips as he gently put a needle into your neck. “You’re mine now...”

“Nick... please,” Your words came out in a quiet tone as you were drugged once again. You tried to fight the sleep off — worried about what would happen while you were in a deep slumber. But at last, your mind wandered off as blackness took over your lost vision.

✰ -- --- --- -- ✰

It has been four long days since your stay.

Ever since you were drugged, Nick has kept you in his mansion that is worth more than millions. He claimed it was to keep you “safe”, but you were just a prisoner. A prisoner without an escape.

You let out an exhausted sigh as you had to get over the fact you were never leaving the cold-hearted Nick Fowler. Grabbing the towel that hung on the bar, you made your way to the bathroom that shared its spot in the bedroom, to take a warm bath to cool you off.

You removed your clothing and slowly sank down into the warm water of the expensive tub when it filled with water. Your thoughts began to wander to memories of your deceased husband, which caused tears to well up in your eyes. As your head descended into the deep, clear water, your unthinking mind did not think anything.

‘Maybe it’ll be better if I’m just dead.’

Your head continued to be submerged as the shade of black gradually appeared in the corner of your eyes. You were hoping to see Luciano in the afterlife. Your mother and father didn't love you when you were a child. They avoided you as if you were only a distant memory. That is, up until you met Luciano, your true love. He was by your side in both your happiest and your saddest moments. And now? And now he's gone...

As your body started to become weak, your thoughts brought you to a memory of Luciano telling you he is always there for you. Telling you to never give up under no circumstances. ‘I’m making a mistake.’ Your head reached the top of the water as you let out heavy breaths that were needed to take.

You took deep breaths — trying to calm yourself down. You got out of the tub and wrapped a towel around your body. As you make your way into the bedroom once again, you hear the door open.

Nick fucking Fowler...

Your eyes lingered on every single step he took towards you. He let a smirk fall onto his lips from seeing your appearance. His finger went under your jaw as he made you look up at him with his blue eyes. “Don’t look at me like you hate me, darling.” He murmured.

The blank stare of hatred never left your expression as he smiled down at you. How could someone be so heartless and kill someone, then pretend it never happened? “Darling, I want you.” Confusion took over your face. “You already have me, isn’t that what you wanted?” You scoffed. A chuckle escaped his lips from your words.

“Not like that, darling... I want you.” He rasped out. Your eyes widen from knowing what he was talking about. You only had sex with one man — who is now dead no thanks to the man standing right in front of you. “N-Nick.. no.” You stuttered over your loss of words.

“I’m not taking no for an answer,” he stated like it was obvious. “No means no, Nick. Please.” You begged him as his hands started to slowly roam around your waist and then your whole body.

His dark eyes traveled your whole figure as if it was like the most precious thing in this dark, forsaken world. Which it was in his eyes. You held back the look of disgust as his broad, strong arms began to pick you up and lay you gently on the silk sheet-covered bed.

“You’re so fucking beautiful...” Nick whispered as he leaned down and laid gentle small kisses on your neck. He could tell you were tense by the way your collarbone was bulging. “Lay down and relax, darling. Let me take care of you.” His kisses were leaving marks on your bare body. You tried to hold back an angelic moan, but the pleasure of the kisses Nick was causing made you feel something euphoric form in your stomach — Butterflies even.

He cupped your foot in his hand as he kissed your ankle, making his way up to your thighs. His eyes held hunger as he slowly removed the towel from your body. “Fuck...” Nick breathed out.

His lustful eyes roamed around your aroused cock, and he took in every beauty mark that was placed perfectly on your body. “Nick.” You merely whispered. Nick’s gaze flew to your face and a slight smirk made its way to his face. “What is it, darling? I can’t hear you...” He rasped with his hot breath as his hands guided themselves to your throbbing cock. “Please...” You whimpered as you felt his thick thumb trace the tip of your cock smoothly. “Please what?” You took a moment before responding. “Please touch me.”

Nick felt his cock twitch from your words. He stroked your cock in slow motions. Your eyes closed from the pleasure that coursed through your veins. You knew this was wrong. But you couldn’t help yourself. Nick wrapped his warm, pink lips around your cock.

A loud moan escaped your lips as your breathing went heavy. Chest rising up and down, your hands brushed through Nick’s soft hair to add more stimulation. His lips worked their magic as you felt yourself about to release. “Nick... I’m gonna cum!” You call out, but he pulls your throbbing cock out of his mouth. A whine escapes your lips from needing him to finish.

Nick smiled at the idea that came to his mind as he picked up the pocket knife that was occupied in his pants. He let his pants and briefs fall to the floor as he gave his cock long strokes.

Your eyes widen from the size of his cock — you never knew how big he could be. His eyes never left yours as he slowly guided himself into your tight hole. Tears prickle in your eyes from the overwhelming pain, but pleasure at the same time. His hands brought your wrist above your head as he held them tight in his palms. “Look at me, darling. Look at how I destroy you...” He kissed your shoulder.

His raspy voice sent chills down your spine as your eyes opened to look at him. Seeing him holding a knife sent a wave of panic in your body, but Nick held the cold metal against your chest. “Nick? W-What are you doing?” You trembled, but the mad man in front of you only smirked at his wicked idea that formed in his brain.

“Just relax,” Nick ordered you. “The pleasure will take over the pain and you won’t feel a thing.” He tried reassuring you. Just then, his slow thrusts began to increase as his other hand wrapped around your throat. Your vision became hazy as Nick penetrated your hole.

Sweat glimmered on your forehead as your back arched; your nails cut deep into Nick’s strong back — most likely drawing blood. A growl escaped his plump lips as he dragged the shiny metal against your chest gently. The cut was not deep enough to cause damage, but deep enough for blood to leak out. A moan escaped Nick’s lips from your touch.

“You look so pretty like this. So pretty being marked up by me, darling.” Nick cooed as the sound and feeling of skin slapping against skin caused his lustful blue eyes to fall to the back of his head.

You took your bottom lip between your teeth to hold back a pleasurable moan but felt a gentle slap against your face. “Don’t be so fucking quiet. Moan for me.” Nick increased his speed to make a moan escape your bloodied lip — which it did. “I wanna cum, Nick!”

You begged and begged the man.

“Cum with me, darling.” Nick let his compressed moan leave his lips as his cock released his orgasm deep inside of you. His cum covers your walls like a blank canvas being painted. Your orgasm soon rushes in and your cum shoots all over your abdomen. Body faltering from the euphoric feeling, your knees gave out as a result.

Before cleaning you up with a black towel from the bathroom, Nick quickly pulled out and kissed your lips. You are then left lying down close to him. Despite the fact that your body is turned around, you are being held by his powerful arms. The same sorrow and guilt you felt for your deceased husband quickly surfaced again.

Having sex with Nick was quite amazing... Hell, who were you trying to fool? Having sex with Nick was the best thing you’ve ever experienced in your sex life. But your mind drifted to Luciano, your dead husband. How could you let this happen? Having sex with the man who killed the love of your life will never happen again.

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Week after week has gone by.

Except when he had a conference to attend, Nick has been the focus of every second, minute, and day. You were never out of his sight. You had to escape from the psychopath. But how? Up until now, you have had no idea how to get away. You had the perfect plan that may work.

Fake Stockholm syndrome.

When the time comes, you’ll finally kill him and get your sweet, deserved revenge for your deceased husband. As you’re making a sandwich in the kitchen, you heard heavy footsteps that you knew who they belonged to coming behind you. Nick wrapped his broad arms around your waist and placed a small kiss on your lips.

As you kissed him back — which made your stomach fill with disgust — his eyes widen from your reaction. He was not expecting you to kiss him back after everything. But boy did he love the feeling of you finally accepting his love for you as he made the kiss deeper.

The taste of innocence.

He finally pulls away from the kiss. Leaving your lungs to catch a breath. “I’m going to take a nap and I want you to join me, darling.” He urged you. You put on a fake smile and looked up at him.

As that smile spread across your face, his blue eyes scanned it. Fucking hell, you did unspeakable things to him without you even knowing. He took hold of your hand and spun around, but you reached for a little knife on the counter before he could drag you along with him. Nick, who was now shirtless and appeared to be lost in his own world, was resting next to you in bed.

‘Now’s the time.’ You told yourself. You took a small breath before speaking. “Nick?” Your soft innocent voice caught Nick’s attention as he turned towards you with a smile planted on his perfectly sculpted face. “Yes, darling?” The man was so focused on your face that he didn’t even notice you taking the knife in your grasp.

Then that smile faded.

Nick felt a sharp pain cut through the thick skin of his abdomen. His eyes widen seeing the blood leave his body like water. He connected his eyes with yours as he looked at you with a hurt/betrayed expression. “D-Darling? Why?” His words came out as whispers.

“Karma’s a bitch, isn’t it, Nick?” You scolded as you felt his body go limp and his eyes began to slowly shut. Just then, the door slams open, and what — more like who — you saw sent a wave of panic to your veins. Nick’s best friend... his right-hand fucking man.

His eyes searched the hallway before he quickly entered the room. “Don’t be afraid. I’m here to help you escape.” Shock took over you, but more of confusion. “Why?” “Because... Nick was holding you against your will. I’ve known him since childhood, and I know what he’s like. He needed to be dealt with.” Aaron confessed to you. “Now come on.”

Your bloody hand let go of the knife as Aaron guided you towards the window. “It was nice knowing you, (y/n), but you’re finally free.” Aaron smiled at you and copied his action. “Thank you so much, Aaron.” You engulfed him in a hug before looking down the window and jumping out. Your hands made contact with the neat grass.

You ran out of the gate that was covered with gold detail, making your way on the road away from the house. Never looking back once at the house that once belonged to the now deceased Nick Fowler, you could finally breathe again... live again. You were finally free.

✰ -- --- --- -- ✰

Three complete years later.

You walk into the bookstore and were greeted by the smell of iced coffee and warm bagels. A small smile made its way on your face after waving to the cashier you would always see.

“There you are.” You spoke to yourself after finding the book you were on a journey for. Carrying the book with you to the cashier, you laid it gently on the counter as he begin to scan it. He announced the price to you and as you were about to pay, you heard a voice.

A voice you thought you would never hear again. A voice that belonged to the man you killed cold-bloodedly. “I’ll pay for that, darling.” You swallowed a lump in your throat, praying you were imagining it. Slowly turning around, you were met with Nick Fowler.

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thewxtchwhowrites · 8 months

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Hi 💖✨

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

Anyway.

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

🔥 = smut

(ES) = español

(EN) = english

Dean Winchester

Don't Boss me around - 1 & 2

Hold On

Sam Winchester

Positions - Old and New version

Castiel

Lucid Dreaming - One Shot

Bucky Barnes

Bus Stop (EN)

The winner takes it all

Healed (requested)

Loki Laufeyson (soon)

Steven Grant (soon)

Marc Spector (soon)

Eddie Munson

Hit the Pedal, Heavy Metal - 1 & 2

Lee Bodecker (soon)

Charles Blackwood (soon)

Jefferson Hatter (soon)

Graham (soon)

Hook / Killian Jones (soon)

August Booth / Pinocchio (soon)

Nick Fowler

Dangerous Woman

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

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sebastiansluts · 2 years

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Multi-Character Masterlist

Seb, Bucky, Nick: Owned

Seb, Bucky, Nick, Steve: Part 1

Seb, Nick, Bucky: Part 1

Bucky, Seb: Part 1

Seb, Steve, Nick, Bucky: Part 1

Seb, Bucky, Lee, Steve, Charles: Part 1 Part 2

Bucky, Steve, Seb, Nick: Part 1

Bucky, Chase, Carter: Part 1

Nick, Steve, Charles: Part 1

Mickey, Lee: Part 1

Lee, Lance: Part 1

Carter, Bucky: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4

Seb Roleplay: Part 1 Part 2

Lee, Bucky, Nick: Part 1 Part 2

Seb, Bucky, Lee, Charles: Part 1

Bucky, Frank, Chris, Nick, Lee: Part 1

Lee, Nick, Bucky, Charles: Part 1

Nick, Lee: Part 1

Lee, Nick: Part 1

Seb, Bucky, Nick, Steve, Frank, Mickey: Part 1

Steve, Justin: Part 1

Bucky, Sebastian: Part 1

#multi character #oneshots #sebastian stan #bucky barnes #nick fowler #steve kemp #lee bodecker #charles blackwood #chase collins #carter baizen #mickey henry #lance tucker #masterlist #smut #no y/n

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wildestdreamsblog · 1 year

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Hi love your little bird and kitten works I was wondering if you could do a Tony one? Do what ever you like with it!

Thank you so much, lovee! Sorry for the late reply~ AHEHEHEHEHEHHEHE actually I have a Tony fic in the same universe as little bird and kitten. It has been sitting in my WIP for months.

#daniella answers 💜#my wip is funny #i have a sierra six fic #i have a oneshot of captain america #i have the story for nick fowler #i have tony stark fic #someone help ahuhu

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saiyanprincessswanie · 8 months

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Hello all,

I’m looking to read more variety of characters by Chris Evans and Sebastian Stan. Don’t get me wrong I love Steve and Bucky and I will continue to read them as they are my favorites. But I want to read more of the following characters either by mutuals or new authors that I haven’t read before. Looking for oneshots, drabbles or headcannons.

Here are some examples of characters:

Andy Barber

Ari Levinson

Cole Turner

Curtis Everett

Frank Adler

Jake Jensen

Lloyd Hansen

Mr Freezy

Ransom Drysdale

Chris (Destroyer)

God the bounty hunter

Lee Bodecker

Nick Fowler

So if you or someone you know writes for the characters tag me in your work or send it to me in a DM.

Much love Missy

#missy reads #looking for fics #looking for recommendations

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doasyoudesireandlive · 2 years

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Masterlist

Hi there! Thank you for checking out my masterlist!

I'm new in the game as a writer but I think its fun so here we are!

->This is a 18+ blog, I post adult content.

-> I write insert fics with marvel characters and various Sebastian Stan characters.

-> Wanna join my taglist? Just let me know ❤

-> do you have a request? Send it my way! No guarantee, but if I like the idea (and think I'm able to do it justice) I'll have a go at it!

Hope you enjoy my work! Feedback is always appreciated!

Sebastian Stan characters

Gardener!Bucky:

series 3/3

To the girl who outshines the beauty of a rose part 1

Summary: you go to the park and meet a handsome gardener.

Warnings: none, this is pure fluff!

Just like Alice in Wonderland part 2

Summary: Bucky ask you out.

Warnings: fluff, if thats a warning.

I'll stay forever part 3

Summary: Things gets hot and heavy after the door slams shut behind you. (also my first smut ever so...)

Warnings: an attempt at smut lol, p in v, cunnilingus, kissing, possessiveness, creampie, im in deep waters here.

Steve Kemp:

Those kind blue eyes oneshot

Summary: are you able to escape?

Warnings: DARK, kidnapping, chasing, threats, dark!Steve kemp, dark!surprise character, AU, this might be rather creepy so stay the fuck out if thats not your jam!!! ALSO THIS IS 18+

Neighbour!Bucky:

Tiny white Matchmaker oneshot

Summary: your very handsome neighbour, Mr. Barnes, comes knocking on your door looking for his cat.

Warnings: fluff, kissing, decription of sexual activity.

Hearts beating as one - Roommate!Bucky x reader

Summary: cuddles and a movie with your cute roommate.

Warnings: fluff, petnames, dumb humour

Word count: 900ish

Nick Fowler:

Just how good were you this year? written as a secret santa gift for the tis the season to be thot-y challenge

Pairing: best friend!Nick Fowler x reader (friends to lovers AU)

Summary: your bestfriend Nick wants you to pretend to be his girlfriend. But can you play your part?

Warnings: nicknames, friends to lovers, fluff, kissing, suggestive language, smut, thigh riding, dirty talk if you squint, praising, light choking, sexual activities in public.

Word count: 1,9k

You'll find me in the forest Bucky barnes x reader

warnings: none

Stucky and Stucky x reader:

My BFF's - series 3/? parts the beautiful moodboard is made by @late-to-the-party-81! Thank you for the inspiration!

Hold me please? part 1/?

College!AU, friends to lovers

Summary: you are sick and supposed to go out with your best friends.

Warnings: fluff, flirty!Steve, flirty!Bucky, kissing,sickness, talk of being drunk, pining.

word count: 1304

Falling for you like the leaves do (also a part of the same AU as "hold me please" but can be read as a stand alone fic. part 2/? of that AU)

Summary: the thermostat in you flat is dead. Will the boys come to your rescue?

Warnings: fluff, cuddling,intoxication, pining, friends to lovers, flirting, they are all idiots in love, shirtless boys.

Word count: 924

Truth or dare? part 3/?

Summary: Steve and Bucky are hosting a party. What happens during truth or dare, stays in truth or dare... or does it?

Warnings: an attempt at SMUT, intoxication, fluff, mentions of alcohol, nudeness, kissing/making out, cunnilingus, choking, biting, slight dirty talk (if you squint), petnames (doll, baby, blossom), mutual masturbation, they are idiots in love.

Word count: 2k

Just between us prequel - Stucky

Summary: Steve and Bucky had always been close, and after a night out they grow even closer. (This is BFF!Stucky before meeting reader)

Warnings: fluff, intoxication (they’ve been drinking), hangovers, kissing, kinda friends with benefits, they are best friends, slight confusion.

Word count: 1k

Landscaper!Steve and machine operator!Bucky

Saved one shot (for now, might return to this one)

Pairing: landscaper!Steve x reader, machine operator!Bucky x reader, stucky x reader - alternative universe

Summary: Your tractor breaks down and you're stuck. Will anyone come to your rescue?

Warnings: fluff, teasing, banter, polyamory (kinda?), threesome, fingering, kissing, frotting, cunnilingus, petnames, slight dom/sub vibes, careful choking, smut.

Word count: around 2k.

Their girl Stucky x reader

Summary: What did you do to make them look at you like that?

Warnings: John Walker being a piece of shit, reader is a badass, drunken behaviour, kissing, mild violence (stamping, hitting, reader is NOT the one getting hurt), insults and foul language, implied smut, Steve and Bucky are cuties.

Word count: 770ish

A battle between darkness and light Stucky

Summary: Bucky fights his demons

Warnings: kinda angsty but happy ending.

word count: 200ish

Matthew Murdock/Daredevil

Was it all a fucking dream?

daredevil x reader, identity porn. A kinktober fic.

Summary: you wake up to a bloody figure laying on your livingroom carpet. Whats the price for helping him?

Warnings: an attempt at smut, mentions of blood, mentions of injury, identity porn, kissing, pinning/restraining, cunnilingus.

Steve Rogers

Found endgame!Steve Rogers x endgame!Natasha Romanoff

Summary: after five years of feeling lost, Natasha wants to be found.

Warnings: angst, fluff, possessiveness, sad Nat, supportive Steve, happy ending.

Word count: 450ish

Thor Odinson

Min skatt - Thor Odinson x reader

Summary: your first meeting with Thor.

Warnings: intoxication, fluff, kissing, Amanda is a bad friend, possessiveness,pet names, kinda meet-cute?

Beg boxer!Thor x reader

Summary: You help boxer!Thor expend the rest of his energy after his practise.

Warnings: nicknames, kissing, teasing, slapping, d/s mood kinda?, thor has no idea what he just got himself into.

#Tonje writes #masterlist #Stucky x reader #Stucky #Bucky Barnes x reader #Steve Rogers x reader #Steve Kemp x reader #matt murdock x reader #daredevil x reader #nick fowler x reader #steve rogers x bucky barnes #steve rogers x bucky barnes x reader #Thor Odinson x reader #Natasha Romanoff x Steve Rogers

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starryevermore · 2 years

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starrysleepvoer: a 4k follower celebration

you’ve been invited to kayla’s 4k follower celebration sleepover! where is it? right in my askbox! when is it? it’s from SAT, JULY 9, 2022 at 5:00pm EST - FRI, JULY 15, 2022 at 5:00pm EST! what does this entail? keep reading to find out!

note: if you are asking for multiple things, PLEASE send each request in individual asks!

note 2: you can go ahead and start sending things in! however, nothing will be answered until 07/09/22 at 5:00PM.

🥃 blurbs

got an idea for something you want me to write? send in a “🥃” emoji + a prompt (from the list provided or something of your own creation) + the character(s) and i’ll write it for you!

i no longer write rpf, so please only send in characters. the characters you can pick from are as follows:

mcu characters: bucky barnes, sam wilson, steve rogers, natasha romanoff, wanda maximoff, peter parker, steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley, khonshu, layla el-faouly, kate bishop.

seb stan characters: bucky barnes, charles blackwood, lance tucker, lee bodecker, jefferson/mad hatter, nick fowler, steve kemp.

cevans characters: steve rogers, ransom drysdale, ari levinson, robert pronge/mr. freezy, frank adler, jake jensen, curtis everett, lloyd hansen.

oscar isaac characters: steven grant, marc spector, jake lockley, poe dameron, nathan bateman, jonathan levy, santiago garcia.

pedro pascal characters: din djarin, frankie morales, javi gutierrez.

star wars characters: poe dameron, obi-wan kenobi, luke skywalker, din djarin.

if there is a character you would like me to write that does not fall within this list, please send an ask or message beforehand to see if i'm okay with that character.

i write angst, fluff, smut, and dark fics. if you have a preference for what the blurb will be, please specify in your ask.

standard request faq information does still apply.

prompt list

🍷 what if...?

have you ever read a fic of mind and thought “hmm...i wonder what would happen if xyz had happened instead? well here’s the time to find out! send in an “🍷” + the fic (series, oneshot, blurb—whatever!) + your scenario and i’ll cook up a blurb or headcanon for you!

any oneshot or blurb is up for grabs.

the following series can be discussed: let my guard down (bucky), traitor (bucky/steve), remember me (bucky/nat), the wolf and the mouse (bucky/nick), she gets the flowers (steve/ransom), holding her heart (lee/ari), let’s ride (ari), and ever after (multiple).

🍹 moodboards

if you would like a moodboard, send in a “🍹” emoji + a concept (ex. bookstore date, stargazing, etc.)

🍸 mini games

send in a “🍸” plus any game you would like me to play. games include but are not limited to:

fmk (which may become fuck/marry/kiss if i can’t kill anyone)

would you rather

this or that

top 5

🍾 writing ask games

wanna ask me about my writing? here’s the chance! send in a “🍾” + a question of your choice or a question from the prompt lists!

if you send a question from any of the lists, please copy and paste the question in full OR provide the list letter provided below + the number/letter from the list itself.

list a 🫧 list b 🫧 list c 🫧 list d

🥂 chat with me

got something you wanna rant about? something good happen in your life? wanna just chat about your day? send in a “🥂” emoji + whatever’s on your mind!

no pressure tags: @golbrockstar @xplrvibes @annab-nana @randomcinnamonpumpkinspice @jakelcckley @purpleshallot @winterbaebucky @tumblin-theworldaway @blackwidownat2814 @the-infamous-coat-of-baron-zemo

#starrysleepover #starrywrites #starryevermore

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lunarbuck · 1 year

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WIPs

Hello my friends!! Going into the new year, I have the goal to write even more than I did this year :) A way I'm hoping to motivate myself is to tell you guys what WIPs I have and maybe knowing that you know about them will encourage me to actually write them hehe so here they are!!

my masterlist | my requests are OPEN | WIP poll

Bucky Barnes

Slaughter pt. 3 (the winter soldier x f!reader) - Posted 8/15 Parasite

This Must Be My Dream pt. 5 (bfb!bucky x f!reader) Posted 5/17 - Thinking This Through

Mafia Au (Bucky x f!reader)

Bucky Barnes x therapist!reader (she's not his therapist so it's ethical besties)

Ari Levinson

soft!dark!ari x f!reader Posted 2/9 - Say My Name

Stucky

1940s!Stucky x f!reader

College!Stucky x f! reader Posted 6/17 - In Our Element

and then i have various ideas but no actual WIPs started for oneshots including Steve Kemp, Nick Fowler, Loki, Steve Rogers, and Sam Wilson

if you would like to request anything with these characters, please please let me know!!! I would love to indulge with you lmao

#jane says #jane's writing #writing wip #bucky barnes #ari levinson #stucky #steve kemp #nick fowler #loki laufeyson #steve rogers #sam wilson #new year new me baby

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fineprintedsunsets · 8 months

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𝙿𝙻𝙰𝚈 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝚁𝙷𝚈𝚃𝙷𝙼𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝚃𝚃𝙻𝙴 𝙾𝙽𝙴, 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝙻𝙾𝚂𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙻𝙼 𝙾𝙵 𝙵𝙸𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽

Key:

♢- smut ✧ -fluff ♡ -comfort☻- angst

➥ 𝙱𝚄𝙲𝙺𝚈 𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙽𝙴𝚂

𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂 -

Pinky Promises

Red Room Toy Collection

Dead Ringer*

𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚃𝚂 -

Pick up, doll ♢ ✧

Dead Ringer (bucky ver.) ♢ ☻

Jaw Breaker ♢☻

A.I.R ♢

𝙳𝚁𝙰𝙱𝙱𝙻𝙴𝚂 -

Buck In The Backrooms

Better Tomorrow ♡

Freak Show ♡☻

➥ 𝙼𝙰𝚇 𝙱𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝚃𝚃

𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚃𝚂 -

Cupcake Affairs ♢

➥ 𝙽𝙸𝙲𝙺 𝙵𝙾𝚆𝙻𝙴𝚁

𝚂𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙴𝚂-

The Fox And The Crow

𝙾𝙽𝙴 𝚂𝙷𝙾𝚃𝚂 -

Cupcake Affairs ♢

#masterlist #fanfic #oneshot #marvel #smut #fluff #buckbarnes #bucky barns fanfiction #bucky x reader #buckybarnessmut #sebastian stan #nick fowler #max burnett

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lilacwineandthesinkingsun · 1 year

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Avengers - and their actors - themed stuff - Masterlist

Chris Evans x reader fluff oneshot where reader is shy and Chris just wants to marry her

Steve Rogers x reader angst ( Steve leaves for Peggy, reader becomes villain) repost from old blog

Andy Barber x highschool!sweetheart reader fluff

Avengers themed stuff:

Sidejob (oneshot) (stucky x reader)

Always feels like summer.. (series):

Part 1; Part 2;

Electricity (Steve x Bucky x Sam x Reader SMUTTY GOODNESS)

Chris Evans and his characters he played:

Defender (Lloyd Hansen x tripleagent!reader x Nick Fowler )

Chris Evans x reader oneshot w japan love hotel on honeymoon

Chris Evans x reader fluff oneshot where reader is shy and Chris just wants to marry her

Steve Rogers x reader angst ( Steve leaves for Peggy, reader becomes villain) repost from old blog

Andy Barber x highschool!sweetheart reader fluff

Sebastian Stan and his characters he played:

Forbidden Fruit (oneshot) ( dbf!Bucky x reader)

Desperate for love (oneshot) (bucky x depressed reader)

The man behind the curtain.. (oneshot) (sebastian stan x reader)

I’ll be there for you.. (oneshot) (bucky x reader)

My reality (oneshot for a challenge) (tfatws!Bucky x reader)

Lavender-Haze (series)

Part 1

Part 2.

Part 3.

Part 4.

#the avengers #marvel #bucky #steve #steve rogers #bucky barnes

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lavenderpenumbra · 1 year

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here are my fic recs with other characters, fluff/angst/smut/oneshots/series are all combined.

main fic rec masterlist

[fluff] / [angst] / [fluff & angst] / [implied smut] / [smut] / [dark]

oneshots

[f & a] untitled by @/buckyalpine (destroyer!chris)

Bucky leaves you

[a] untitled by @fandoms-writings (sam wilson)

(request: "You know me better than that")

[a] [s] [d] The Truth Will Set You Free by @/navybrat817 (nick fowler & max burnett)

An agent from Max's past has some questions for you.

[s] physical by @buckycuddlebuddy (max burnett)

even a con man can get emotional sometimes, and sometimes the only way to show their emotions is being physical.

[f & a] [s] untitled by @/buckyalpine (eb!frank)

frank loves you

series

[coming soon]

#fic rec from meg #marvel fic rec #fic recs

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abbatoirablaze · 2 years

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October Updates

Hey guys! So we're already a week into October, nearly, and I just realized when I was posting that I forgot to put in my October updates.

WIPS & New Stories this month

For this month's stories I'm trying to do darker tones.

MSI, Black Widow-Nat Romanoff X mysterious/scientist reader

MSI, Caught Red-handed-Steve Kemp X fluffer dark! reader

MSI, Hit Refresh In Fifteen Seconds- Dark! Nick Fowler X Cam girl reader

Running From A Dream, which will be followed up with Falling For a Nightmare and it's a Stucky-ish one about Bucky being a nightmare and Steve being a dream/they get warped and fall in love with the reader.

The Nanny-single dad Jake Jensen X nanny reader. Follow up to Stacy's Mom

Still Currently running are Heaven's Demons, Bad Girl's Club, Down The Rabbit Hole, and Hidden Sisters.

TM Tragedy Season 2 and His Sunshine are both ending this month.

As per usual if anyone wants added to my tag lists, feel free to comment on the story or DM me directly. I'm also open to requests for drabbles/oneshots/minis or full series.

And finally, a great big thank you to everyone who reads, shares, and reblogs. <3 You guys are awesome.

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lavendercitizen · 2 years

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𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇, 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐎𝐋𝐃

𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: soft!dark!Nick Fowler x f!reader

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: Nick isn't who he seems to be, and once you realize that it's too late. But he's not leaving without you.

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 18+ Minors DNI, Dub-con, smut, unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, fingering, begging, pwp [but there kinda is a plot?], the 355 spoilers [just to be safe], explicit language, mention of a gun, possessiveness, allusions to abduction, pet names [sweetheart, my girl, angel].

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.8k

𝐀/𝐍: Have I seen the movie? No. Did that line “Do as you're told.” awaken something in me though? yes. Keep in mind this may not be accurate to Nick since I haven't seen the movie yet but I know vaguely (from that clip they accidentally released) what role he plays!!

This fanfic contains dark content. By clicking “keep reading” you are agreeing that you are 18+ and are willing to read such content.

Out of all the things that had to happen today, and all the ways you could have saved yourself from a world of pain, you dug yourself the deepest grave possible.

Turning corner after corner, breath short and clipped — you just couldn't let it go — you didn't want to believe it. A calculated risk or naïveté? Your movement faltered at the thought and with it your conviction. Until you caught a blur of navy blue. Familiar brown, cropped hair, and finely polished leather shoes— you knew exactly when you had called out for him, when he had turned around, and you were met with these goddamned blue eyes.

They fell on your exhausted form like it was their second nature.

And you couldn't let him go.

Agent Nick Fowler. Sharp, suave, extremely skilled and out of reach. You had pushed your infatuation somewhere to the back of your mind and hoped it would pass, vanishing along with the dust he seemed to leave you in. But then and there, encased in the mahogany hallway, it ignited— with a turn of his heel, eyes wild, dilated, your breath died in your throat. His movements were sure, powerful, growing more confident with every stride, and you knew. You should've known.

There you are.

—

Now, he's got you cornered like a wild animal. Adrenaline is surging through you. The closer his gun gets, the faster your heart beats — but it doesn't matter when it's all fading like a dull echo, everything falls away except for him.

Slow like a snake, ready to strike at any moment, he moves closer. Each taunting step takes your breath away. You think your chest might cave right then and there.

You're trapped. The wall behind you rough against your back and the cool steel of the barrel finding a home under your trembling chin.

This wasn't how you thought you'd end up. Not today, not ever.

The gun tilts your head back further, his blues are far too tranquil, like he found a home in the chaos. Amidst the empty gun shells, and the broken furniture.

“Nick.”

It's a wavering plea, for less, for more— confusion tinges your timid voice. Hearing his name from your sweet lips fills him with an assurance he's been needing; you're here, with him, safe in his crushing grip. He's ready to bring you home.

“Don't think.” The gun slowly traces along your face like it's not a deadly weapon he's holding against your head. You're shaking, trying so hard to hold still. The tension is thick, swallows you both with the iniquity of his doings.

“Don't,” he repeats in a whisper, fixing you with an intense stare, conveying a message you don't want to hear. Uncharted territories between you two keep him wary, in need of control.

Slowly, he leans in, his lips ghost yours, and you suddenly realize you're holding your breath. He travels down, teasing your jaw as he fills the silence with anticipation. Below, he stops. Perhaps he's testing you, waiting for a reacting— anything. But your heart is racing, your thoughts running amok.

Wide-eyed, you're staring at him as your inner turmoil mixes with a distant arousal.

Nick is struggling to remain composed. He deserves a taste of his prosperity, and everything else is unimportant in this moment where he has you, can sink his teeth into you.

In the blink of an eye, his lips attach themselves to your neck, kissing his way up, marking your tender skin. Nervous hands pull at the lapels of his navy blue suit jacket, his cologne fills your senses — notes of cedarwood and amber — his presence and ministrations leaving you dazed.

What the hell are you doing? The voice in the back of your head is frantic, but how are you supposed to listen? The cold metal kissing your temple is louder than anything you could tell yourself now.

Languidly, he makes his way to your jawline, pulling away only for his free hand to reach up and cradle your face, forcing you to meet his piercing blue eyes. Now that the calculating force behind them is directed at you, keeping you frozen with their intensity, you know you should've disappeared when you had the chance, should've never gone after him in the first place, like a stupid little lamb running right into the arms of the big bad wolf.

“Nick,” you whine weakly, not a hint of decisiveness audible in your protest; you're faintly pressing against his shoulders, and you curse whatever higher power would be so cruel to put you in this situation.

“Stop trying to figure a way out of this and do as you're told,” he murmurs coolly, right up in your face, but there is no real malice behind it. Nick can feel your hesitance, anxious to let go, give up control. His sweet little dove, loyal and righteous, and oh so unaware of what he could offer you.

Between your fingertips, you scrunch the material of his white dress shirt.

Nick's eyes dart over your face, searching for something and whatever he needs he must've found it, because for a fleeting moment his gaze softens the tiniest bit, and he pulls the gun away— you notice the safety has been on the entire time.

“You're mine.”

And then his lips clash against yours, both hands on either side of your face as he guides you away from the wall, his body pushing you down on the bed. Your fists tighten around the material, unsure of what you want— what to do. But he doesn't allow you the luxury of musing about these matters. His lust, his frustration and desire drives him only closer to you.

“Don't think. Just do.”

His gravelly voice lulls you further away from the dangerous situation as he repeats his mantra, and for a moment it's all you can do; revel in the softness of his lips on yours, drowning in his presence like a lost soul helpless to the long-sought out touch of another. But this can't be, and you don't understand what he's still doing here. You struggle to pry his face away from yours. “Wait- wait, Nick,” you try once more, drawing an irritated growl from the agent.

“Nick, please- what are you doing?” you press on. Neither the fact that he's on top of you, kissing you like you're the only real thing he has ever known, starved of your presence for too long or that he dragged you back to your shared hotel room where things appeared just like you left them before the mission — before you discovered his truth — are comprehensible to you.

None of it makes sense, but Nick knows— where to next, what and how, and the only thing he is missing now is you. That's all he wants, and he's sure he's seen it in you too.

“I'm not leaving without you, sweetheart.” It's a promise, that much is evident.

His hand grips your chin, not hard enough to hurt you but just to show you that there is no choice for you here. “Not. without. you,” he hisses.

With ease, he pulls off your top, his burning gaze roaming your laid bare figure appreciatively. Fingers touch your soft skin, exploring the uncovered parts he's been dreaming of.

Silently, you let him, watching him with nervous anticipation that he seems to approve of. A hushed praise of “Good girl” leaves your eyes fluttering shut, forcing you to take a deep breath to wrangle your pounding heart back into your chest.

You've been wanting him from the day that you met him, and now that you have him, unpredictable and unlike the man you got to know, you're torn.

His strong hands smooth down your sides until they meet the waistband of your pants. While he gets you out of them, he inches forward, leaving a kiss on your stomach, making you jump slightly at the foreign contact.

As he drags your panties down, quickly lifting your hips, he kisses his way along the supple flesh of your thigh. One last pleading look; that's all you manage before it dissolves and the need for him you had shoved away into the darkest corner of your heart shines through. You're losing a battle you never wanted to fight in the first place.

His movements are hypnotizing, demanding your undivided attention, and by the time he comes up again, indulging you in a heated kiss you can't help but get lost in, you're left in nothing but your bra which he makes quick work of. Finally, he starts to discard his own suit jacket and shirt beneath, grunting in annoyance as he fumbles with the buttons. At the last few ones he loses his patience and rips it open, throwing it somewhere to the side.

Returning his attention to you, he kisses the swell of your breast, quickly moving on to take your tender bud in his mouth, sucking greedily. His slight stubble scratches the skin there, eliciting a moan from you as your head falls back. “Nick,” you sigh, hands finding their way to his short hair. You can feel him smile against the free palm you've repositioned to his face in hopes of pulling him away from your delicate chest before the stimulation becomes too much.

And he obliges, letting up for a just a bit, only for his hand to wander between your legs where your sweetness — his undoing — lies. Instinctively, you close them shut, but he grips them tightly.

“Don't hide from me, sweetheart.”

Shyly, you let them fall open again, reveling in the growl emanating from him at the sight. His fingers glide along your folds, dancing up to slowly circle your sensitive clit, and it's all so sensual, slow, leaving you even more guilty for still wanting him now. “You're desperate for it, aren't you? Needy little thing,” he croons with a complacent smirk when you buck your hips slightly, so responsive to the simplest touch. Triumphantly, he eases a finger into you, drawing a moan sweeter than honey from your pretty lips, and Nick thinks he might be in heaven.

“Only one finger in, and you're already singing for me,” he taunts close to your ear; you almost flinch when you feel him nibbling at your earlobe. The desire slowly builds in you, and having your fingers claw at his shoulders, face scrunched up in pleasure, only encourages him further. Adding another digit into your warmth, sends a wave of arousal through you and once he adds a third, you bury your face against the crook of his neck, ignoring the slight burn, and stifling the small noises leaving you by lavishing the skin there with your tongue. A shaky moan spills from Nick's mouth when you start to suck, imposing a mark on the possessive agent.

Beautiful blues meet your eyes, a hint of surprise flashing in them before they dilate. The satisfied smirk stretching across his pretty lips sends a surge of delirium through you.

“My girl,” he breathes excitedly, holding your gaze as he speeds up his thrusts, curling his fingers ever so slightly and simultaneously thumbing at your bundle of nerves. You cry out at the added sensation, arching your back and fuelling his pride. In this moment you can't bring yourself to care about the situation you've gotten yourself into. High on his caresses, experienced and precise, you start to unravel. With each stroke bringing you further to your peak, your hands grab for anything they can get a hold of— eventually they find a home on each side of his face again. Wavering for a split second, he meets your actions with an expression you can't quite discern. As if you can see right through him in this moment, past the man exuding confidence, a perfectly polished shield, growing over the decades like a second skin.

As quickly as it happened it, before you can do or say anything, his face falls and he snarls, pulling his fingers out of you, making you twitch around nothing, eliciting a sharp moan from you.

Roughly, he manhandles you onto your stomach. The sound of a belt unbuckling and a zipper being pulled down, sends a shiver of anticipation running along your spine. Unconsciously, you rub your thighs together, trying to gain friction. But you don't get very far; two strong hands pull apart your thighs, and you squeak in surprise. Then—

“Beg for it.”

Heat rushes to your face. Not because of any half-hearted indecision left in you, but because you're so desperate, if he'd tell you to get on your knees and suck him off you would.

“Please, Nick...” you trail off with a sigh when you feel the head of his length brush against your entrance.

His humorless laugh cuts through the room, before his hand shoots out to grab the back of your neck. “Is that it? I said beg, didn't I?” he snarls, dragging the tip tortuously slow through your folds, smearing your slick all over. Your small nod is accompanied by a whimper when he squeezes with the hand that is holding you in place.

“Then beg,” he hums low in your ear. Unable to take any more of it, you let all inhibitions go and do what he says. Incoherently, you plead and beg for him, almost sobbing when he pushes the tip in before pulling out again.

“God- Nick, please fuck me! I need you so bad, please, please-”

Your sweet whimpers are music to his ears. This is beyond what he had imagined while furiously fucking his hand in the shower the night before the mission. And every night before that. It's better than anything he could've dreamt of.

In one quick thrust, he pushes his aching cock into you, filling you to the brim with a strangled groan, digging his fingers into your hips to stop himself from hammering into your tight cunt without giving you time to adjust. You're panting underneath him, not used to the large intrusion.

You feel him everywhere.

The dull sensation from the stretch soon turns into an ache for more, and before you know it you're softly grinding back against him, needing to sate the ebbing pleasure remaining deep inside you.

From one moment to the next, he's plowing into you, his hips slapping loudly against your ass. No amount of restraint could keep you from crying out for him as he loses himself in your tight heat, fucking away the stress of the past ten hours. “You're taking me so well angel, can feel this pretty pussy clenching 'round me,” he rasps lowly into your ear, before bringing himself back up to renew his efforts, curving a hand around your ass, squeezing, delighted by your heated moans.

Each thrust makes you keen, in your addled state the events of today seem so far away. Your head lulls forward, and you clench the sheets harder in your hands.

When he practically drapes himself over you, lowering his body until his chest presses into your back, and his arms are planted on either side, supporting his weight, the heady feeling almost becomes too much. You grasp his right hand impulsively and take his fingers in your mouth, needing something to fixate on as the coil in you tightens, flushes your skin with a thin sheen of sweat and leaves you incoherent.

Nick almost bursts at the sight.

The pulsing sensation spreads through both of you like a wildfire, with each dirty grind into your tightening channel his groans grow louder. In a frenzy, he peppers kisses against your neck and down your shoulder— now that he has you he can't get enough, but he's already nearing his high and can feel you clench around his cock. “'M gonna come soon, sweetheart. Gonna fill this pussy up until you're leaking.”

His words and his renewed efforts bring you closer and closer to completion, making your eyes roll back as moans continuously spill from your trembling form.

A final snap of his hips sets you off, your orgasm crashes into you, legs shaking and toes curling with each merciless thrust as he chases his own end. The way you're clamping down on his throbbing cock, milking him for all he's worth, triggers his own climax, and soon enough he's painting your walls with his warm cum, twitching inside you.

He pulls out of you carefully with a choked sound, watching his load dribble out of your abused hole.

A hand soothingly rubbing along your back breaks you out of the intoxicating spell, settling the heavy weight of today's affairs on your shoulders. “Come on sweetheart, we have to go.” Nick is already up again, pulling on his pants while you're still lying there, exhausted and dazed.

“What? You didn't think I'd fuck you once and then leave you here, did you? You're mine now.”

#© lavendercitizen #nick fowler x reader #nick fowler #nick fowler x female reader #nick fowler x you #nick fowler x y/n #nick fowler x fem!reader #sebastian stan x reader #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x female reader #soft!dark!nick fowler x reader #soft dark!nick fowler x reader #nick fowler smut #nick fowler imagine #nick fowler fanfiction #nick fowler oneshot #nick fowler fic #the 355 fanfiction #fanfiction

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