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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.

✰ -- --- --- -- ✰

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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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 - pairing: beast ari levinson, beast logan howlett, beast geralt of rivia x princess reader

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𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒏 - pairing: bossy clark kent, sleazy johnny storm, dirty curtis everett, brawny steve rogers, cranky bucky barnes, tipsy dean winchester, horny sam wilson x witch/princess reader

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𝒃𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒆 - pairing: hunter lee bodecker x shifter reader

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𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒅 - pairing: mad hatter jefferson x dreamer reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒆 - pairing: scarecrow jake wyler, tin-man rick grimes, cowardly lion jake jensen, oz andy barber x lost reader

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𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒑𝒊𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 - pairing: hansel steve kemp, male gretel nick fowler x witch reader

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𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 - pairing: big bad wolf luke danes x little red riding hood reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒍 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 - pairing: tarzan tangerine x jane reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 - pairing: giant august walker x female jack reader

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𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒅 - pairing: captain hook negan, captain hook jack sparrow x tinkerbell reader

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𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒕, 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅, 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 - pairing: alpha bear ari levinson, alpha bear henry cavill, alpha bear lee bodecker x goldilocks reader

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𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒂𝒏 - pairing: prince steve rogers x princess/swan hybrid reader

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𝒐𝒉, 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒖𝒎𝒃 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔… 𝒅𝒐𝒏’𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒅𝒔 - pairing: mermaid jennifer check, mermaid rosalie hale, mermaid jane smith x clueless reader

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𝒋𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏’𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 - pairing: mufasa ari levinson x scar sergei kravinoff (kraven the hunter) x lioness reader

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lanabuckybarnes · 30 days

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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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nickfowlerrr · 2 years

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taking care

pairing: soft!dark nick fowler x curvy!reader

warnings: innocent/naïve reader. violence. mentions of blood. mean!nick. mentions of injury. minor character death. smut. choking. gun violence. pet names. hair pulling. spanking. i think i’m missing stuff so please let me know if you think anything else should be tagged!

words: 7.4k

notes: this fic has been sitting in my drafts for a couple weeks and i haven’t reread it in a while so apologies for any errors. genuinely idk where this story went and i know i didn’t bother trying to make it make much sense - it was really just an excuse to write nick fowler smut and then this all just kinda came along with it lmao. also - can i just say that i am big anti baths but honestly, i’d get in a tub with this man any day of the week 😙

i feel like, by now, we should all know not to expect well written endings from me and this fic is no exception. idk man lol

as always feedback and comments are always welcome. thank you for reading and reblogging 💜

“I really wanted to trust you, sweetheart,” he said, sounding disappointed as he stared down at you. “I was so sure I could trust you.”

“What?” you said, taken aback by his words as you stared up at him from where you were made to kneel in between his legs. “You..you can. You know you can,” you continued, trying to hide your hurt though you were sure it was written clear as day on your face.

His hand was caressing your cheek softly as his eyes continued to gaze stoically into yours - giving nothing away.

When you had gotten home, after putting away the groceries in the kitchen, you found him in the den. He was just sitting in his chair near the fireplace- the glow of the flames illuminating him and accentuating the sharpness of his facial structure. He sat there, almost unmoving - looking like a work of art.

You were going to call to him, but were instead momentarily stunned by the sight of him before his clear, blazing blue eyes suddenly shot to yours as he heard you enter. His gaze froze you to your spot with the chill it sent through you. He stared at you a moment before speaking.

“Come here, princess,” he called to you.

You blinked at him before making your way over. You had heard that pet name many times before, but something about the way he said it was different now. It sounded wrong, cold. So unlike the wickedly sweet way it normally sounded coming from his lips.

When you were stood right before him, he grabbed your hands in his and pulled you down, urging you to lower yourself onto your knees before him.

To say you were confused at his words would be an understatement. You had been with Nick for the past two years and had started living together just around the first. He had moved you into his home with him a few months shy of your one year anniversary, promising you it would be perfect. And the place itself was perfect. It was in a newer, quite expensive, neighborhood with few neighbors living in the houses near his.

And his house was amazing. High tech and as luxury as you had ever seen in person. You had no qualms about the place you’d be moving to, you were just a little trepidatious, worried things were moving too fast. But of course, Nick convinced you it wasn’t too soon, that when you loved like you loved one another, these things could never be rushed. Not when it was always meant to be. You’d get to spend more time together, you’d save money on rent, and he’d be able to keep an eye on you - to keep you even safer.

You knew Nick’s line of work was dangerous, but you never felt worried about something bad happening to you. You knew he’d never let that happen. You were always his top priority, and had been since the day he first laid eyes on you. Rather, your concerns were in regards to his safety. When he would come home after long weeks away, you finally felt like you’d be able to breathe again. He’d always call or message when he could, but of course you’d still worry. Especially on occasions when he’d get home bloody and bruised. Sometimes you thought it hurt you more than him. But you were always there waiting for him. Always there to patch him up and take care of him when he needed you. And you always would be. You’d promised him as much.

You were closer to Nick than you had ever been with anyone and you’d never felt such an intense connection the way you did with him. You never knew how deep love could be before you met him. You would trust him with your life. You did trust him with your life. And after all this time, you thought he felt the same.

But apparently not.

You weren’t sure what had come over him or what exactly brought this on, but his current behavior was unsettling to say the least. You felt like he was keenly watching every little movement you made and taking note of each reaction you had as he stared at you. Looking for some sort of tell, something that would betray your innocence. But what did he think you were guilty of?

Whatever it was, he wouldn’t find anything. You hadn’t done anything to cause him to question his trust in you, you were sure of it.

“You don’t have to lie, sweetheart. There’s no point now, anyway,” he said as his fingers ghosted along your cheek.

“Nick, I swear,” you said, shaking your head in confusion. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.

What are you trying to accuse me of?”, your hurt even more evident now, “I haven’t done anything wrong,” you insisted earnestly.

It was only when he brushed his knuckles along your cheek that you dared to move. You gingerly grabbed his hand in yours and as you pulled it down to hold it, you then saw the blood and bruising. You looked up at him, eyes wide as you finally took his appearance in more closely. You noticed what appeared to be dried blood stains on his crisp white shirt, but as you scanned his face to see if he was hurt, you found no sign of injury. So the blood wasn’t his.. The only give away he was injured at all was his hand. No, hands, you realized as you pulled away only slightly to run your eyes over him again, needing to be sure he wasn’t hurt, before you noticed the bloody knuckles on his left hand, matching his right.

You weren’t new to seeing Nick like this, but you were normally more prepared. If he was due home from a mission, you knew what to expect. You had time to prepare and steel yourself against the sight of him possibly walking through the door wounded and bloody. He wasn’t normally a hands on kind of guy. He preferred to avoid hand to hand combat when he could, “less messy,” he’d say. But from the looks of him, it seemed he had been in some kind of altercation. You just couldn’t think of how that would have happened in the few hours you had been out. It’s not like he had been gone on an assignment, he hadn’t had any work since he came back last week. So when did this happen? Why did this happen? Why was he sitting here looking the way he was? Treating you like you were in on some conspiracy against him.

“Princess,” he tutted as his eyes burned into yours and his expression grew harsher. Your hand in his, being squeezed tighter. “You’re gonna need to stop lying to me, before I get even more upset.”

“I’m not lying,” you stressed again. “Please - please, just tell me what’s wrong. What happened?”

“You really thought I wouldn’t notice the little hushed conversations you’d have with him every time you’d go out?” He dropped your hand from his and you moved further back from him as he leaned closer to your face, scrutinizing every emotion that passed your eyes. His question served only to confuse you further because you really, truly had no idea what he was talking about or to whom he was referring.

“Don’t play stupid, baby. It’s not gonna work this time,”

This time? What was that supposed to mean? You wanted to ask, but knew better than to let it slip from your lips. He was obviously upset and lashing out, and you knew you needed to figure out what he was going on about before he was too angry to deal with. Nick would never hurt you, you knew that, but he had a way of taking his anger and frustrations out on you that would leave you feeling him for days. Normally you didn’t mind, but seeing as his ire was now directed, in part, at you, you felt a little more… nervous. He had never spoken to you like this before and you certainly were not a fan of it. He was making you feel uneasy.

“Nick, I honestly have no clue what you’re talking about or even who you’re talking about,”

“I saw you on your way out earlier, princess. What did you tell him, hm? What did he say to you to get you to smile so pretty for him?”

You sat there, mouth agape and brows furrowed as he spoke so condescending towards you. You thought back to when you were leaving today, who had you seen on your way out? Who had you talked to? The only person you could think of was Johnathan.

Yeah, it was Johnathan. He stopped you on your way to your car, asking about when would be a good time for a double date night with you and Nick and him and his wife. He’d been trying to set something up for a while, since they had moved in a few months back. Nick was evasive the couple of times Johnathan had caught him outside - always asking when you two were free. It was odd, certainly, but you had never thought anything of it. Only that he seemed to be a friendly neighbor, maybe overly so, but nothing more.

And certainly Nick knew better than to assume anything more than friendly, courteous conversation was happening between the two of you anytime you may have spoken. You were just being polite.

“This is about Jonathan?” you asked, almost disbelieving. “Seriously, Nick? He said hello and asked about you, like he always does before I told him I had to get going. That was it. That can’t be why you’re so upset. Will you please, just tell me what happened?” you tried asking again as you reached for one of his hands to examine more closely.

“Let me get you cleaned up and-,” you soothed before you found yourself being shoved down onto your back. The movement was sudden and unexpected. As you found yourself pinned down onto the hardwood floor, Nick on top of you, his hand wrapped firmly around your neck as his ice blue eyes raged with betrayal, you didn’t have time to scream and only managed to squeak out in protest before he spoke. He was mere inches from your face as your hands instinctively grabbed onto his forearm while he held you tighter.

“I told you to stop lying,” he spit out as you stared up at him in complete shock. You tried to speak but the hold he had on you, the way he was choking you made it nearly impossible. He stared into your frightened eyes for a moment before he loosened his hand from your throat and you coughed out, desperately trying to regain your breath as your head lolled to the side. He immediately grabbed your face and brought you back to looking directly up at him while you heaved.

“I’m not lying, Nick! What the hell is wrong with you?” you cried beneath him, trying to push him off but getting nowhere. He ignored your words, clearly not satisfied with your answer and seemingly unphased by your fighting against him as he continued staring into your eyes. When you stopped thrashing, he let out a heavy breath, letting his head fall slightly, his forehead against yours.

“I’ve already forgiven you, princess. I promise. I just need you to tell me the truth now so we can move past this,” he bargained as his thumb brushed away the tears that had fallen down your cheeks.

You stared perplexed yet again as your brows returned to their furrowed position.

“The truth? The truth is I haven’t done anything. I still have no idea what you’re talking about or what happened while I was gone- I-”

You were interrupted by Nick scoffing and huffing as he hauled you roughly up from the floor. He had a tight grip on your arm as he pulled you to him. You crashed into him with the force of his pull before he spun you so you were in front of him, your back now to his chest, as he urged you to walk in front of him while he led from behind.

“I really didn’t want to do this the hard way, sweetheart, but you’re leaving me with no choice.” he said as he moved you both to the garage. “You’re gonna tell me the truth, in your own words, one way or another.” he promised.

As he shoved the door open from behind you and urged you in, you were stunned by the sight you were met with. You gasped in shock as you stared at your unconscious, bloodied and beaten neighbor tied to a chair. The walls of the normally empty garage and the floor beneath him were covered in plastic. You were genuinely lost and felt like you were on a delay as you just continued to stare, begging your mind to catch up.

What had Nick done in the few hours you had been gone and why?

“Let’s start off easy,” he began as he spoke into your ear. “How long?”

“How long, what?” you stuttered out in a whisper.

“How long have you been planning this? How long have you been working with him?”

“Working wi- what? Working with him? What are you talking about, Nick? What the hell is happening?”

“He said you’ve been in on it since before we met.. But I know that’s not true. Can’t be. Because I’m the one who found you, not the other way around. I don’t believe you’re that conniving and I know you’re not that smart. So, tell me. When did he get into contact with you and when did you decide to work with him, huh?”

“He said what?” you asked shrilly. “I swear to God, Nick, I met him when you did. I’d never seen him before in my life. And I wasn’t working with him on anything? What does- what does that even mean? Look, I don’t know what happened, I don’t know what he told you, but he’s lying. Whatever he told you, he was lying! And how could you believe him,” you finished, your voice on the verge of breaking.

He stayed quiet for a minute, then his grip left your arms. You stayed still in your spot while he was still close behind you, close enough that you felt it when he was reaching for something. You weren’t sure what he was doing until he moved his arms to wrap around your waist lightly as his hands crossed in front of you. As you slowly looked down at his hands, you saw his pistol being held in his right hand. He leaned down to rest his head on your shoulder as you continued to stay as still as you could.

“Nick,” you nearly whimpered. He sighed, nodded his head and placed a gentle kiss on your neck before he spoke.

“I believe you,” he said, standing up straight.

It happened so fast. You had instinctively turned around into Nick the second you saw him raise his gun. With his left hand, he pushed you out of the way as he stepped in front of you and aimed his pistol at Jonathan - firing a single shot into him without a second of hesitation. You jumped at the sound of the shot as you were looking away from the scene while your eyes watered and your hands covered your mouth as you silently gasped in shock.

Nick put his gun down on the workstation next to him and turned to you, walking to where you were standing. He didn’t say anything as he pulled you into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you before moving a hand to hold your head against him as he tried to comfort you.

“Sorry, angel. You’re so gullible, so easily persuaded into things, I just had to be sure,” he began as he moved to walk you back into the house. His calm was a stark contrast to your terror filled debilitation.

“He got inside after you left and tried to sneak up on me. Honestly, he’s probably the worst trained agent I’ve ever come across. I heard him coming from a mile away.”

You were back in the house, he guided you to the den and sat you down on the chair he had been previously occupying in front of the fire. You were clearly in shock as he continued speaking.

“Got him tied up in the garage, I told him to talk but he didn’t want to. Took a little work, but eventually he broke and told me all about his secret assignment. And then,” he paused, taking a deep breath before letting out a light scoff, “he brought up you,” he said as he caressed your face gently.

“And each time your name left his mouth, I couldn’t stop myself from punching the living fuck out of him. He passed out and I came inside and waited for you to get back. You know, he was shitty at every other part of his job, but he sure knew how to get under my skin.. The rational part of my brain kept telling me he was full of shit, I knew he was, I just- I hated even having to think about the possibility it was true.

“But sweetheart,” he said as he grabbed your face, making sure you were looking him in the eye before he continued. “I want you to know that even if you had been working for him, with him, whatever, that I would have forgiven you.

“I know you weren’t, I know you didn’t, but if you had, we would’ve moved past it. Because no matter what, we belong together. You’re mine. And I know how much you love me. I know you’d do anything for me. And I’m sorry I had any doubt.”

He was squatting down in front of you as you were finally starting to process everything. Your breathing became quicker and quicker and your mind was racing.

“His wife, Nick. What about his wife? She’s gonna- she’s gonna be looking for him. What are we gonna do? What do we do? He’s- he’s, he’s dead, Nick. He’s dead. In our garage. What do we do?” you rambled as you began to cry again, leaning forward into him desperately.

He pulled you to stand up and held you once again.

“There’s nothing to worry about, sweetheart. I already sent some people over to his house. There was no one living there but him. He’d been staking us out since he moved in. Working for some rebel agency after he was dismissed in the academy. Never even made it into the bureau. But don’t worry, it’s all taken care of, I promise. No one’s missing him except whoever sent him, and we already have plans on how we’re gonna deal with that,” he assured you.

You stayed in his embrace, the only source of comfort you had. You were still upset and you wanted him to know it, but you didn’t want to lose his touch or push him anymore than he had been pushed today by getting angry and blowing up at him after everything.

“I wasn’t working with or for him. I have never told him anything about you,” you said quietly into his chest as your lip wobbled. “How could you accuse me of doing something like that?” you asked as you pulled back to look at him, his eyes much softer now and full of sorries. “You’re my everything, you know that. I love you, I would never go behind your back. I would never want to get you hurt in any way.

“I would never do that to you. I could never do that to you.”

He leaned down and placed a gentle kiss to your lips, pressing his forehead to yours as he nodded.

“I know, princess. I know. I’m sorry,” he said solemnly. You just hugged him tighter as he held you.

“Your hands,” you suddenly remembered. “Let’s go upstairs,” you said.

“Hey, angel,” he stopped you from pulling him further, “I think you’re still in shock. I just shot a man in front of you, you don’t need to be taking care of me right now. I’m taking care of you.” You stared at him a moment in silence, gently biting your lip trying to keep yourself together.

“You killed him,” you said bleakly.

“I killed him, yeah. I shouldn’t have done that in front of you, I’m sorry.”

“He was trying to kill you first, though,”

“Yeah, he was.”

“And he was trying to make you believe I was in on it,” you added.

“Yes.”

You just nodded against his chest as you leaned into him again.

“He had it coming, but that has nothing to do with me doing it right in front of you. Don’t try to rationalize the trauma,” he lightly chuckled. He was pretty accustomed to death. He had seen his fair share of it and his hands obviously weren’t clean of anyone’s blood, either. Though that certainly wasn’t something he ever wanted for you.

“It’s normally pretty difficult for people the first time they see someone die,” he said softly.

“The first time?” you said, sounding stressed. “The only time. First and last,” you said seriously.

“First and last,” he promised.

You later found yourself wrapped in your bath towel, sitting on the edge of your bed while Nick dried himself off with his own. You had cleaned his hands yourself before he ran a bath for the both of you. Sitting in the bubbles, you just laid with him in the warm water while his hands trailed up and down your body. You didn’t talk, just enjoyed his presence. That was until the realization that you could have actually lost him today hit you.

You looked up at him and tugged him closer to you as your eyes threatened to spill over with tears. Nick hushed you softly as he kissed your head.

“I can’t lose you,” you whispered.

“You aren’t going to, princess,” he assured you. You soaked a little while longer before you moved to the shower together. You were now clean and a lot more relaxed after being comforted by him all night long.

Nick moved over to you, standing before you as you sat on the bed. You looked up to him with a small pout and puppy eyes and just raised your arms up to him. He laughed a little before he bent down to your level, allowing you to wrap your arms around the back of his neck, hands finding his hair as you pulled him into a soft kiss. He gently pulled away from you and tugged your towel off of your body before he pulled his own off of his waist and tossed both of them to the wayside as he immediately went back to your soft, waiting lips, his hands framing your face while he deepened the kiss.

You broke away for a breath, staying nose to nose with him. Quiet and softly, you spoke with your eyes closed as your foreheads touched, “You’re my first and last.” The sweet reminder of the fact that Nick indeed was your ‘first’, in a lot more than just sex, and that he would absolutely be your ‘last’ as well, seemed to only frenzy him as he returned his lips to yours hotly.

“Your one and only,” he snarled as you nodded against him.

“My one and only,” you repeated obediently.

Before you knew it, he had you on your back and moved you up the mattress, allowing him more room to kneel above you, only breaking the kiss to breathe. His hands were on your face and yours were in his hair as you continued to sensually make out. Soon, his hands began wandering your naked body and as he lowered himself and closed the space between you, you could feel his heavy cock, hard and hot against you. You spread your legs around him as he moved his lips down to your chest. You moaned at the feeling of him playing with your breasts. He was toying with your nipple in one hand as he took the other into his hot mouth. Suckling and nibbling, getting you more and more wet for him as he moved to deliver the same attention to your other breast. Leaving kisses and love bites all over your ample chest before moving back up and attacking your neck with the same need.

You knew he was trying to be gentle, working very hard to not go feral over you. You could feel it in his tense muscles, he was too stiff and you knew he was holding back for you. Trying to, at least. But when you felt him bite your shoulder a little too harshly as he grabbed your ass roughly, you knew what he really wanted, needed. Today was a bad day to say the least and you knew he needed to let it out. Normally he had no qualms about taking his frustrations out on you in bed but today was different. You were involved in this and he had already hurt you earlier, you were still fragile. He didn’t want to push you so he was trying to keep his aggressions at bay. But you didn’t want that. You wanted to feel him. Completely, with no inhibitions. You needed it.

Pulling his hair back just enough to get him to look up to you, you urged him closer as you kissed him hard before speaking.

“Nick, baby, I want you. Use me. Please. Don’t want you to hold back,”

“Princess,” he tried to caution, voice hard.

“Please,” you begged. “It’s okay, I’m okay. I want you to feel better. I want you, I just want you, please.”

He didn’t need much more persuasion as he crashed his lips into yours again. Your hands were on his back, holding him close to you, chest to chest, before he pulled away from your lips and pulled back. Your hands fell from his back and moved to his built chest, then up along his muscular shoulders as he stared down at you with dark, hungry eyes.

He pulled you up with him suddenly as he got off the bed completely. You stared at him confused for just a second before you realized what he wanted. Without him saying a word, you got up and bent over the side of the mattress, your ass sticking out as you stood there in anticipation of what was to come..

“Color?” he asked huskily.

“Green.” was your prompt response.

The first strike of his hand across your bottom stung in the most pleasant, familiar way. You moaned at the second one as he admired the jiggle of your ass, squeezing your flesh before he landed the next strike. He spanked you repeatedly as your skin grew hot, your eyes grew teary, and your pussy grew needier with each hit. You were a mess for him already.

As he grabbed at your ass and soothed your hot flesh, he couldn’t help but taunt you as he admired your slick pussy drooling for his attention.

“All this for me, princess?” he asked as his thick fingers swiped through your wet folds while you whimpered. He rubbed your wetness around as he continued playing with you before plunging one finger inside of you, curling against your tight walls.

“Yes, yes, Nick, all for you,” you moaned.

You could practically hear him smirking as he moved closer behind you. He pulled his finger out after pumping in and out of you teasingly. He pushed you further up the bed as he grabbed your ass again and spread your cheeks so much so that you opened up even more for him, you could feel your pussy spreading for him as he squeezed you and continued his playing. He slapped your ass once more and without warning thrust two of his fingers inside your wet and wanting cunt. You mewled in delight as he scissoed them inside you, preparing you for his cock. He loved playing with you, teasing you with pleasure and watching you writhe with desire for him to push you off of the edge. And he would, eventually, but he liked seeing just how far he could push and taunt you before you were crying for him. So he continued fingering and stimulating you just enough to keep you on the edge, but not enough to get you there. Not yet.

“Please,” you whimpered out with a breathy moan. He slid his fingers out of you at your pathetic plea and then leaned over your back, shoving his fingers past your lips into your mouth as he spoke in your ear.

“Suck,” he commanded, voice low and heady. You did as he said, sucking his fingers clean as he panted over you, and you could feel him grinding his cock against your ass. He pulled his fingers past your lips before he placed a sloppy kiss on your shoulder as he stood back up.

“Good girl,” he praised.

He grabbed his thick cock in his hand and decided to tease you a little more as he ran his tip up and down your slit. You were mewling at the sensation and wanted more.

“Your needy little pussy’s just crying for my cock, isn’t she?” he taunted, voice thick with desire.

“Mhm yes, Nick, please. Please fuck me. I need it, need you, need your cock inside me, please,” you whined desperately.

“Careful what you ask for, princess,” he said darkly before he positioned his cock up to your dripping hole. He thrust into you and began moving hard and fast as he fucked you without restraint. You were groaning and moaning as he hit deep inside of you, your legs dangling over the edge of the bed now with how far he pushed you up with his thrusts. His hand went to your hair and he pulled your head back harshly, loving the way your body reacted to him while he grunted in pleasure as you continued whimpering and babbling pure nonsense.

Letting go of your hair, his hands then gripped your soft, fleshy hips as he pulled you back onto his cock repeatedly, slamming in and out of you. The clap of his pelvis meeting the flesh of your ass while he continued pounding into you was salacious and lewd and served only to turn you on more.

“Fuck, you look so fucking pretty when you’re being spread open on my cock, angel. Feels so fucking good, fuck,” he grunted huskily, moaning at the feeling of you.

Your fingers were buried in the sheets as he fucked you further into the mattress and you were on the very brink of your orgasm. Nick was hitting so deep inside of you and you had never felt so full. Each slide of his cock against your walls brought you closer as he stimulated your g-spot with every thrust.

His right hand left your hip and slithered under you to where his index finger found your clit. He began rubbing the swollen nub in small circles, causing you to clench hard around him as he swiftly brought you to your orgasm with the added stimulation. You were moaning and crying breathlessly as you came, eyes squeezed shut as he rode you through your high and talked you through your orgasm.

“Ah, fuck, princess,” he moaned out. “You’re squeezing me so goddamn tight. Coming on my cock like a good girl, huh. You like that, yeah. Love when I split you open like this, don’t you. Love when I fuck your pretty little pussy, stuff you full of my cock while I play with your clit,” he spoke into your ear as he leaned over you again.

“Mmhm, I love it, ‘so good, it’s so good. Fuck,” you cried as you mewled into the sheet beneath you while he continued pounding in and out of your overworked cunt.

He took your hands in his, intertwining your fingers as he pulled your arms down and around your back, his hips snapping more erratically into you as he chased his high. He was leaning all of his weight onto you as he leaned over your body, pushing you further into the bed as he groaned. You knew he was close as he lost any of the restraint he may have had left, your name leaving his lips along with a string of curses.

“No one else could ever make you come undone like this. No one else will ever get to fuck you, feel your tight cunt wrapped around them. Fuck, this is goddamn heaven. And it’s all mine,” he said, moaning and grunting.

“You’re mine,” he growled into your ear. “And you’re gonna come again for me. Need to feel you come again, princess. Need to feel you grip my cock like that again.”

As if the never ending stimulation from his thick cock rocking into you from behind along with the thrilling sounds and praises you were pulling out of him weren’t enough to make you come again, those words absolutely were. Your toes were curling and the feeling of him on top of you - his pants and moans right in your ear as he leaned into you even more, all of it, every word, sound, and sensation were cascading at once into you and sent you headfirst into another orgasm, your hands squeezing his as he pushed into you further, your walls tightening around him again while he bit into your shoulder and you whimpered pathetically.

“I’m gonna come inside you, angel. Fill you up full of me, and you’re gonna take every last bit of my come, you hear me,” he panted through grit teeth in your ear. “You’re gonna be feeling me for days after tonight, princess. But that’s exactly what you wanted, isn’t it. Just can’t fucking get enough,” he growled before he pulled out of you. He flipped you onto your back so quickly you barely even registered it happened until he slammed right back into you, his hands keeping your thick thighs spread for him as he pulled you as close to him as he could, your ass on the very edge of the bed as he kept your legs open around his hips. He thrust a couple times more, long and hard, before he seated himself as far inside of you as he possibly could with the most beautiful moan you’d ever heard, his shuddering breaths falling on you as he started to let himself go inside of you, your pussy gripping him like a vice all the while. His hands were back on your hips as his body fell forward, his head nuzzling to the crook of your neck as he sucked air in through his teeth before letting out a deep, guttural groan, nearly shivering as he came harder inside of you. His thick ropes of come filling you. You held him close to you, petting his head as he leisurely pumped his cock inside of you a few more times, riding out his orgasm as you panted and mewled beneath him every time he stimulated your ever sensitive clit. When he was finished, you were sure you had never been so full. You could practically feel him leaking out of you.

You were both panting, regaining your breath, as he smiled against your skin, coming down from his high and nuzzling more into your neck as he readjusted the both of you to be more comfortable on the bed.

“You’re perfect, you know that? Every last thing about you,” he said as his arms went around the dip of your back, hands settling on your hips once again as he kissed your neck, up to your cheek, peppering kisses along your skin.

You smiled at his words and the feeling of his soft lips trailing along your tender flesh as tingles ran through you, wrapping your arms around him. Briefly you heard his earlier words float through your head. You’d never known him to be so…mean. To you, at least. Though you wanted to forget it, it continued nagging at you while he laid in your arms.

As he slowly pulled out of you and got off the bed, you pondered talking to him about it. You didn’t want to upset him, but this was gonna bug you if you didn’t voice it.

He was back in front of you with a damp rag and the most loving look in his eyes. Gently, he cleaned his spend from between your legs and after discarding the rag, crawled on top of you, engulfing you in his arms, pulling you into his side as you were cuddling with him.

“Nick,” you muttered softly. He hummed in response, waiting for you to continue.

“I just wanted to ask, to know..Earlier, you… do you, you really think that? That I’m stupid?” you asked quietly, your embarrassment and hurt evident as you tried to hide your face against him.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he gently pulled you back to look at him, his eyes full of sympathy, a stark contrast to the cold fire that raged there previously. “No, I don’t think you’re stupid.”

“Really?” you pressed.

“Really,” he nodded. “You’re not stupid, you’re naive,” he stated matter of factly.

You looked down, wincing slightly as you pulled away from him. Tried to, at least. Nick was quick to pull you back to him, tilting your chin up as he forced you to make eye contact.

“Hey,” he breathed, “that’s not necessarily a bad thing. You may be naive but no one's gonna take advantage of that or use it against you, I’ll always be right here looking out for you. Protecting you.” He placed a soft kiss on your lips as you allowed yourself to settle next to him again.

“And I love that about you,” he smiled. “It’s just natural for you to be sweet.. and trusting.. and kind,” he punctuated each word with a gentle kiss to your temple, cheek, and finally your soft lips once again after nuzzling your nose. “I’m so lucky I found you before the world could change any of that.” Those words, sickly sweet and full of love and admiration of you, that was your Nick. The way he behaved earlier was intense and unlike anything you’d received from him before. You were just glad he was back now, and eager to forget the hurt he caused you. Certain he wouldn’t do anything like it again to you.

You half smiled before sucking your lip, your mind returning to the current conversation you were having with him, “Certainly tried to.”

You thought back to just a couple years ago, before you met Nick, before everything changed. You were making minimum wage, working two jobs in the city, living in a shitty apartment with a roommate you barely knew. Life had never been easy on you. But the moment Nick came into yours, it was like he just made everything better. He took care of you like no one ever had. Showed you love like you’d never known. You felt like you owed him everything. You really would do anything for him, he was your whole world now. That’s why it hurt so badly when he insisted you were lying to him earlier. You thought you had made it clear that that was something you would never do to him. You loved him so much. You figurned you just needed to show it more. To do anything and everything you could to reinforce the simple fact that you were his and his alone. Forever. It was the least you could do, right? He gave you everything, and made sure you were aware of the fact that he’d do anything for you, he’d protect you and love you with all he had. You needed to ensure he knew, without a single doubt in his mind, that you’d do the same. Because you really would, you did. He never made you question for even a second his devotion to you. He always said how lucky he was to have found you, but you felt even luckier for it. Truly, where would you be without him? You didn’t want to even think about it. It was all too much to put into words at the moment. For now though, exhausted and worn from the tumultuous events of the day, laying next to him, his protective hold on you as you were cuddling into his warmth and feeling surrounded by the love you shared, it was enough.

“I’m so grateful for you,” you sighed.

He caressed your cheek as he smiled at you, admiring your delicacy. He knew you were perfect for him the moment he had first laid eyes on you. He knew you were meant to be his, and so he made sure that you were and you always would be.

“I love you,” he kissed you once more as your eyes threatened to shut, lashes fluttering.

“I love you, more,” you whispered as you nuzzled further into him.

“You look exhausted,” he chuckled softly. “Go to sleep, angel.”

He was right, you were completely drained, but still, you wanted to fight your sleep a little longer. You worried your dreams would be flooded with nightmares of dangerous men breaking into your home, trying to hurt you, trying to hurt Nick, and god, the sound of the pistol firing ringing in the back of your mind. You shook your head, hoping to shake the sound as well. A man died today. And that could have been Nick. That thought wrecked you. You didn’t want to be without him for even a moment, not even in your sleep.

“I will,” you mumbled, holding onto him.

“I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere,” he said as if he could read your mind, rubbing your arm soothingly. You needed to come back to yourself. You were only working yourself up to dwell on things you couldn’t change or control. And with Nick around, you didn’t need to worry about anything, he’d take care of it all. He’d keep you both safe..he’d always keep you safe. Finally allowing yourself to really settle while Nick held you, you were soon sleeping, and though you woke up every now and again with a start, Nick was always still right beside you. His touch calming as he’d lull you back to sleep. He was here and you were safe, he’d remind you, mumbling words of comfort against your temple until you fell asleep again. He stayed up all night just making sure you were okay. He said he’d take care of you and he meant it. He’d be damned if you ever had to go through anything like tonight again, but right now he just needed to be sure you were okay and slept through the night. He already had his guys tracking down their headquarters and first thing tomorrow, he'd be sure the people who were responsible for tonight would be deeply regretting getting anywhere near you and ensuring they’d never have the chance again. And after that, he’d finally tell you the big news. You two were going off the grid, somewhere remote where it could be just the two of you, like it should be. Somewhere safe, where no one could find you. He’d had the plans set for a while now, and it was the perfect time to do it. You were more dependent on him, he was sure you’d say yes without him having to convince or force you to. The ring was perfect and he couldn’t wait to slip it on your finger. He wasn’t sure you’d be ready for another big move, but the honeymoon would be the perfect cover to get you there without you worrying. You’d say ‘I do’ and it would all work out. He’d be your first, your last, your only, just like he was meant to be. Always and forever. Just you and him.

#nick fowler x reader #nick fowler #dark!nick fowler #soft!dark nick fowler #nick fowler x y/n #soft!dark nick fowler x reader #soft dark nick fowler #naive!reader

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sunshinebuckybarnes · 1 year

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Another month, another rec list! Please make sure you give these gorgeous stories and writers the love they deserve. As always, you are responsible for your own media consumption. This blog along with the majority tagged are 18+ only and contain adult themes.

Sam Wilson ✨

Clubs and things by @samwilsonsbabymama

Sam Wilson x Reader

Heat by @fluffyprettykitty

Sam Wilson x female reader (no other specifications)

Naughty list by @lunarbuck

Sam Wilson x f!reader (any race)

Bucky Barnes & Steve Rogers ✨

Ready to comply by @navybrat817

Incubus!Stucky x Enhanced!Female Reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

Your guilty pleasure by @sweeterthanthis

Stepdad!Lee Bodecker x 18+F!Reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

Sunrise by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

boyfriend!bucky barnes x fem!reader

Red, white and you by @breakablebarnes

DILF! Bucky x MILF! reader

Marked by @jadedvibes

Beefy!Bucky x reader

Wrapped in red by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Beefy!Bucky Barnes x Reader

Steve Rogers ✨

Tomorrowland by @onsunnyside

nomad!Steve Rogers x reader

Spoils of war by @navybrat817

Gladiator!Steve Rogers x female!reader

Sick little games by @cockslutpadalecki

Steve Rogers x Reader

Soldier Boy ✨

Fangirl crush by @targaryenvampireslayer

Soldier Boy x female reader

Lloyd Hansen & Nick Fowler ✨

Flying dirty by @jobean12-blog

Lloyd Hansen x reader, Nick Fowler x reader

Andy Barber ✨

Innocent by @jadedvibes

Andy Barber x reader

Off the clock by @straywords

Vampire! Andy Barber x Secretary! Reader

Ari Levinson ✨

We'll get there by @worksby-d

dad’s best friend!Ari Levinson x fem!Reader

Curtis Everett ✨

Together forever by @syntheticavenger

Vampire!Curtis Everett x reader

Destroyer!Chris ✨

Something in the way by @sweeterthanthis

Destroyer Chris x F!SW!Reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Slippery when wet by @lilacletter

eddie munson x girlfriend!reader

#fic rec #december fic rec #sam wilson #bucky barnes #steve rogers #lee bodecker #soldier boy #lloyd hansen #nick fowler #andy barber #ari levinson #curtis everett #destroyer!chris #eddie munson

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holylulusworld · 11 months

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Aahp (4) - Four is better than one

Summary: Mobster!Andy Barber x fem!Reader, Mobster!Nick Fowler x fem!Reader, Mobster!Steve Rogers x fem!Reader, Mobster!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of character’s death, mafia business

A/N: *Pookie = is a term of endearment for someone or something that you care about deeply in your life.

Angel and her protectors masterlist

<< Part 3

“Y/N needs us to keep her family safe. We don’t want innocent bystanders to get hurt only as we involved their daughter in our business,” Nick points at you sleeping soundly on the bed. “I promised to keep them safe.”

“Consider it done,” Andy says as Steve and Bucky enter the room. “Two of our men are going to keep an eye on her family. I’ll make a few calls.”

Steve huffs when Nick sits on the bed to run his hand over your head. “We got bad news, and shitty news, gentlemen. Which one do you want to hear first?”

“Bad news,” Nick says as he leans over you to press a soft kiss on your hair. “But not so loud. Pookie needs her sleep.”

“She doesn’t need a daddy,” Bucky tuts. “You know that she doesn’t like it.”

“Did you spy on us?” Nick gets up from the bed to size his brother up. He jabs his index finger into Bucky’s chest and squares his jaw. “Did you? Huh? Are you perving on my girl now?”

“She’s not your girl,” Andy corrects. “And we should stop focusing on Y/N and talk about more serious things. Steve, would you please fill us in?

“Harlan is dead. It looks like Ransom finally got rid of the old man. His allies believe we are behind Harlan’s death.”

“That’s the bad news. What about the shitty news?” Andy already gets his phone out. He needs to make a few calls. If people believe they are behind the hit on Harlan, they are done for.

“Ransom is taking over his grandfather’s empire,” Bucky chuckles humorlessly. “Can you believe this? The old man built an empire only for that piece of shit to take it over.”

“Question is. What are we going to do now?” Nick starts to pace the room. He huffs and mutters as his brother sits next to you on the bed. “Bucky, hands of Pookie.”

“What? I only tried to have a good look at her,” Bucky grunts at his brother. “You are all over her all the time. Give me the chance to get to know her better too.”

“We need to prove to Harlan’s allies and his men that we are not behind the hit on Harlan. It should be easy because according to my informer inside Harlan’s organization, Ransom was the last one seeing Harlan alive,” Steve shrugs as everyone stares at him.

“You’ve got an informer within Harlan’s organization and never thought about telling us so?” Andy grunts. “This would’ve been very helpful to know.”

“What? They didn’t want me to tell anyone, Andy. My little rat is risking their life. I will try to meet up with them tonight. Maybe we can get our hands on the footage. I know that old bastard hid cameras at his office.”

“I don’t like that you are hiding things from us, Steve. We are partners. And we are brothers,” Andy grits out. “No more secrets from now on.”

“You shouldn’t meet up with your informer on your own. Let me come with you,” Bucky suggests. “We can’t trust anyone at the moment.”

“You’ll take three of our men with you too. For backup. You know, I don’t want to lose my brother or one of my partners,” Nick smirks darkly. “Even though, I do not like it when you touch my Pookie.”

“Do we believe that Rogers and his little friends killed Harlan?” Alexander Pierce looks around the room, at his confidants. “I was asking you a question.”

“No,” Fury grunts. He’s just done sitting in a room with his business partners. It’s damn hot in the room. “Rogers and the others are young and reckless. Not stupid. We all know his useless grandson was the last one talking to Harlan.”

“Agreed,” Pierce nods thoughtfully. He folds his hands on the table, and hums. “What do we want to do about it now? We can accept Ransom as the new head of Harlan’s organization and use him against Rogers and the others.”

“Or we can stand up against Ransom and find strong allies in Rogers and the others,” Fury throws in. “We should not start another war, Pierce. You know that. Ransom is an ant, and we should squish it with our boot.”

“It’s not that easy, Fury.”

“We both know war comes with a price,” Fury insists. He runs his index finger over his eyepatch. Reminding Pierce all of them lost something on their way to the top. “You should always remember the past.”

Alexander waves Fury’s concern off. He shrugs and continues with his plans to use Ransom. “He can help us bring the others down. After he’s done, we will get rid of Ransom too.”

“It’s your funeral, Alexander,” Nick plays is it cool. “If you want to do it the hard way, we can use Ransom. Let’s talk to him after the funeral.”

“About damn time, Nick,” Steve whispers as Fury enters his car. Nick huffs as he sits in the backseat. “What took you so long?”

“Pierce and the others know you are not behind the hit,” Fury begins.

Steve nods. “Good. Then they know the truth.”

“They don’t give a shit about the truth. Pierce wants to use Ransom to bring you and the others down. You know, shit is going to hit the fan soon enough. We all should reconsider where we are standing.”

“Pierce is out for blood. Harlan is dead. Ransom is the worst possible replacement,” Bucky grumbles from the passenger seat. “What are we going to do now?”

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georgiapeach30513 · 1 year

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Every Other Weekend, Part 5

Summary: Things did not go well for Jack, and things went great for you and Nick

Pairings: Jack O’Malley X Reader, Nick Fowler X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: language, discussions about cheating, explicit sexual content, oral sex (F receiving), fingering, squirting, spitting, choking, multiple orgasms, implied dumbification, implied objectification, cocky!Nick Fowler, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.8K

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*dividers by @firefly-graphics

Nervously you busy yourself, doing anything, before Jack arrives to pick up Finn. Had swept the house multiple times. Vacuumed and vacuumed again. Mopped until you were light headed from the cleaning supplies, and still you couldn’t sit still. A constant beating and banging of Finn’s drums, and honestly it makes you want to scream. Thrilled when Jack just walks into the house without knocking.

Walking into the kitchen to see you unloading the dishwasher. Again. He takes a deep breath, and dramatically coughs at the lingering clean smell, before sitting down at the bar, “What’s the deal with the cleaning?”

“I’m getting the stench of loneliness out of this house,” you answer shortly. Continuing about your business.

Jack’s finger taps on the counter, hissing through his teeth. “Can we talk?”

“Is that not what we’re doing?”

“No, I say something, and you snap back. That’s different.”

“Well, what do you want me to say Jack?” You go to make a cup of coffee, and Jack walks over to you, pointing at the stools. “What do you want?”

“I’m going to make you a cup of coffee,” while you roll your eyes, he moves around to the machine, and spins on his heels to stare at you. “I messed up.”

“Mhmm. We established that nearly a year ago.”

“Can we go back to sessions?” You shake your head no, but his face doesn’t change from his determination. “Why?”

“We tried Jack. I tried. While I was trying you were getting text messages at three o’clock in the morning from that woman. Doesn’t take a genius to figure out your late night bootie calls. So while I’m at home asleep, with your son upstairs, you’re getting your dick wet with some whore that you promised you would never speak to again. So why should we go back to therapy? I filed for divorce. You were served. I’m done.”

He grimaces a moment before he blurts out, “I never had sex her.”

“Oh? So what were you doing?”

“Talking. That’s it.”

“Hmm, you know, I think I liked the idea of you having meaningless sex better. But I guess if you can talk to her instead of me, it wouldn’t be meaningless would it? You developed feelings for her.”

“I deserve that,” he chokes out, turning around to grab the creamer from the fridge. “I should have stopped. She works at the DA’s office, and…it was mostly business because I feel I can’t talk to you about things from work.”

“Oh my god! Jack, you’re telling me that she’s always going to be in your life? This is great. And you let her around my son.”

“You had Dean around our son.”

He slides the mug over to you, starting his own cup, but you can only angrily stare at the mug, it was the perfect shade of brown. It smelled divine, and you hated that Jack knew how to make your perfect cup of coffee. “Is this what this is about? You saw me with Dean.”

“I saw Dean groping you on a Ferris wheel. Cal had to stand in front of Finn so he would see what a disappointment…”

“Say it. I’m a disappointment? You can risk your marriage for some bitch that you’re not even fucking. And the minute that I get out and go on a date, I’m the disappointment. Which, by the way, we weren’t even together. Just because your indiscretions went unseen by Finn doesn’t mean that you’re the innocent party. I didn’t know you were going to be at the fair. And if I recall, Dean wasn’t the first one to grope me on a Ferris wheel. So is Dean your problem? Because I’m at a loss here?”

“Do you have a date with him tonight?” You snort, shaking your head no. “This weekend at all?”

“No. I’m not dating Dean. Not that it’s any of your concern. Is that all?”

“Why him? He’s Finn’s teacher, and…why him?”

“Is this because he’s Finn’s teacher or does it bother you that he was my first love?” Jack shrugs, unsure how to answer. He didn’t know if it was Dean in general that got under his skin, because who Dean was to you, or the fact he was in too close a vicinity to Finn.

“Remember when I told you I was okay? Before the arguing really started, I just shut down. Then you were gone and didn’t come home until four or five in the morning. And one time I had to take our son to the ER because his fever skyrocketed, and I couldn’t wake him up, and I couldn’t reach you? My son was so feverish he was unconscious in my arms,” Jack has to look away from you. He was ashamed that he chose someone else’s time over his family that needed him. It was the reason that he now made time to be with Finn as much as possible.

“Work, and this woman took you away from the two people you claimed to love above all else. Our son was in the hospital, and I didn’t get in touch with you until his fever dropped. He needed you. I needed you, but you were unavailable to us, because of her,” you slap your hand on the counter, getting upset at how utterly alone you felt then. How you couldn’t help but wonder what would Jack do if he were there. Instead, you watched over your baby who had finally broken his fever, and still you were alone. Comforting him, but not having the support that you needed.

“I realized something then. I realized I lost myself. I was a hairdresser. I was Jack’s wife, and I was Finn’s mom. But I wasn’t me. It became painfully clear that instead of your partner, I became your live-in maid and babysitter that would sometimes share the comfort of your embrace. Sometimes I was used as wet flesh for you. And yes, I pushed for us to have a baby because you were so good when Finn was a baby. I had all of you. I thought by having a baby I would get that back, and you stop with your tomfoolery. And you refused, so I refused to let you just fuck me. Because Jack, that’s what it was. There was none of that passion that we used to have. There was none of the kissing or the holding each other. It was the gripping and pounding every fucking time. And I couldn't bring the Jack that I love back. That’s why I needed to separate from you. I couldn’t play these draining mind games I was having with myself. You move out and came here every night. Every night we had us back, and every morning you left and I had to wake our son and get him ready for school. I always get the hard part. You get to be the fun dad. And you blamed me when I got jealous of you getting to have fun with our son.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s too late,” he shakes his head rapidly, trying to reach towards you. “It’s too late,” the two of you caught up in your emotions don’t realize that Finn had stopped beating on his drums. He places a hand on your hip, and you jerk it off. “No. I am done being the one that loved the most in our relationship. There’s nothing I wouldn’t have done for us, but I can’t do this. I won’t go back to feeling like a prisoner in our home and our relationship. I can’t do that. I need to find me.”

“Sharkie, please.”

“No! Don’t you fucking use that name with me, Jack. You lost the privilege when you chose someone else,” he tries to hug you, but you push him off of you again, “No. Stop it!”

“Mom?” Finn squeaks out, and you spin around and away from him, trying to wipe the tears off your cheeks, while Jack steps away from you. “Dad, is mom okay?”

“She’s fine, buddy. Go get your things,” not listening to his dad, he walks behind you, and gives you a big hug. Squishing his face up against your back before he goes back upstairs. You don’t even let Jack get out your name before you’re walking away from him. “Wait.”

“I’m not talking about this. You should have talked while we were in therapy. Things might be different. Have a good weekend,” you wait at the bottom of the stairs, giving Finn a big hug and kiss, watching only him as they leave. Going into your bedroom, you lay down. There was enough time to take a nap before you called Nick. You just needed a moment.

Jack is too focused on the road. Usually he made jokes with his son, or would poke at him. He does nothing. Finn looks over at his dad, and crosses his arms over his chest, “Why did you make mom cry?”

“I made her cry? Why would you say that?”

“You were in there. And she was crying,” Jack shakes his head no, looking out at the road before him. “You’re lying. You always make her cry. Every night.”

“What? Finn, no…no, your mom and I…”

“You fight.”

“Argue.”

“And it hurts her feelings. She only cries when she talks to you. I miss when you both were happy, and together. Don’t you? You came home and tucked me in. If you couldn’t we would FaceTime, and mom left smiling, still talking to you. She loves you, and you…do you love her?”

“Finn,” Jack has to stop his words, while he tries to hold the tears in his eyes. Not wanting to make this a bigger deal in front of Finn. It was a huge deal, but you both decided he didn’t need to know everything. “I love your mom very much.”

“Not like she loves you. She still sleeps in your shirts. Still sometimes sets the table and puts a plate in front of your chair. She holds a pillow when she watches TV. She doesn’t sleep. Do you do those things like she does? And if she misses you so much, why can’t you just come home? I don’t want you sleeping on the couch this Christmas.”

Jack pulls into the apartment complex and turns to look at him, “I love your mom very much.”

“Not like she loves you.”

“I just don’t show my love the same way she does,” Finn rolls his eyes, and opens up his door. Needing to get out of the car, and away from him. “Finn. Buddy stop. Why are you so upset?”

“Why did Coach Winchester ask how mom was doing? He asked if you were living back at the house. Why? He was at the fair with mom wasn’t he? Is she going to see him now? I wanna go home. I don’t want her with him. I want her with you. Take me home!” He pushes his face up against his dad’s chest, while Jack tries to think of the best way to deal with Dean.

Dean should have never involved his son in any of this. Much less allude to them dating. Jack just pets his son’s fluffy hair. “Buddy, it’s my weekend.”

“Stay in the guest bedroom. I don’t want him to be with her.”

“He’s not. He’s just majorly overstepping his boundary because he thinks he knows your mom. I’ll make sure that your mom knows, and we’ll let her take care of everything, and if he asks you anything else about your mother, I need to know, okay?” Finn gives him a pitiful nod of his head, and Jack pulls him along to the apartment.

“Uncle Cal and Uncle TJ are coming over for some pizza and beer.”

“You mean I get root beer, TJ drinks that nasty static water, and you and Cal drink beer?” Jack laughs, answering with a yep. “Can we play Mario Kart or Mario Party this time?”

“Yes, this time you get to pick out the games, movies, and snacks, okay?”

“Good because you guys suck,” Jack ruffles his son's hair, and gently pushes him into the apartment. Trying to take a deep breath and reflect on everything that was said in a short amount of time. He had already determined he was going to do whatever he could to get you back, and while everything you and Finn had told him hurt like hell, he still wasn’t ready to give up. It just made him face the reality of how he made you feel.

“Nice place you got here,” Nick says walking through the door. Looking around the living room before his eyes gaze up and down your body. “Where to my lady?”

“Maybe,” you start as his mouth attaches to your neck. His hands roam down your body, and you lead the way to the room. “Maybe let’s not make this sound so gross and…transactional.”

“Are you wanting to fuck me and that’s it? Or you wanting to date me?” You bite at your lip stopping at the door, “That’s what I thought. Listen, I’m okay with the casual hookup. A weekend long sex marathon, whatever. I’m less inclined with the dating scene. Let’s face it, you chose me to piss Jack off. And I’m okay with pissing him off, because I’d like to piss him off myself. So maybe if we can get to the foreplay so I can make you forget how you’ve officially filed for divorce and stop with this silly nonsense.”

Opening the door, Nick looks around, and then turns back to you, “This big house, and that’s the master bedroom?”

“This is the guest room.”

“Rolling out the red carpet for me, huh? What’s wrong with your actual bedroom?” Your eyes go to the floor, and you lose confidence. This was a bad idea. He had no right to be in your home. And you didn’t want another man in your bed that you shared with Jack. With his fingers, he lifts your chin up, making you look at him. “You don’t have to explain. What about the table?”

“My kid eats there.”

“The couch? Right, kid. I would suggest the stairs, but your kid walks down them,” he lifts you up, pinning you against the wall. Those skilled and sinful lips start kissing and sucking on your neck. “This wall okay?”

“Y-y-yeah.”

“When was the last time anyone made you feel good? Just you. Not you trying to get themselves off, but made you feel like the only one in the room. Fucked you so hard that you forget about all those ugly things in your brain. You become mush, and pliant. This guest room is perfect. But I’m going to enjoy softening you up on this wall.”

Every whispered word comes out raw on your neck. A warm tingly feeling courses through your veins, and your body starts moving on its own accord. Slightly running your sweltering core over Nick’s stomach. He rips at your shirt, pulling it down enough, and attaches his mouth to your shoulder. Kissing on your skin until a bruise forms on you.

Even when you try to kiss him, he pushes your face away, “I said this was about you.”

“Why?”

“You look like you need to have your brains fucked out. And if it’s good enough, do I get to stay all weekend?” His hand pushes past the elastic of your leggings moaning when he feels how slicked up you are. Pressing his finger against your bundle of nerves, still letting you hunch on him.

“You need this,” he walks you into the spare bedroom, never moving you off his body, and crawls the two of you on the bed. You start pulling down your leggings, and Nick shoves two fingers in your cunt. Slowly pumping into you before adding a third finger. “She likes being stretched, huh?” He notes as you move your hands to your tits. Tweaking your own nipples, while Nick enjoys your body’s reactions. Even in just a shirt, you were enjoying discovering your body again.

You were shaping up to be everything he always thought you were. Jack hadn’t dulled your light too much. You were sure of yourself, and what you liked. Even started slamming your body on his fingers. Holding still he lets you enjoy yourself. Using his fingers to make yourself feel good. Your juices drip into his palm, and he can’t believe his luck. You were responsive. A neglected sex goddess.

Curling his fingers, he fucks into you. Your voice sings out when he hits your special spot. Pressing down on your stomach, he starts pushing into your warmth with a heated fervor. You reach behind, and cling to the headboard, as you moan. Body lifting off the bed, as your tummy heats up. Pleasure you hadn’t felt in years builds up, and you want to hang on. Let him push you past the limits that you set for yourself. Letting Nick dominate your pussy.

Your toes curl up, and you nearly lift off the bed. Bending your back to a harsh angle as juices gush out of your body. Nick keeps going. Smirking at you when he pushes down on your stomach harder, and you scream. Gritting your teeth as you squirt once more. Trying to say thank you, but it was more of a grunt.

Removing his fingers, he lets your body settle back down, but he buries himself in between your thighs. Slurping up all your juices, and when you try and push him off because the pleasure was almost blinding, he just goes harder. Sucking your bundle of nerves into his mouth, giving it a tiny nibble as your walls start crumbling down.

Nick pulls back enough to lick up your juices. Those bright eyes smiling up at you from your cunt. Making sure that you hear every salacious sound, turning his face to the side, he wipes your slick on your thighs. Lifting up to sit on his heels, and he gives you a dopey smile. “You good? Or do you need more?”

“More!”

“What do you want, hmm?” Your eyes flick down to the tent in his pants, and you whimper. Nick was blessed, and he seemed to know exactly how to use his gifts. You were too far gone, and needed to see what else he could do. “What do you want?”

“I want you to fuck me.”

“Are you giving me permission to do whatever the fuck I want to your body.”

“With a condom.”

“Of course, safety first. Now, I know your best friend is with Jack. He came by the station for something, and said he would see him this weekend. You’re going to be all alone. What are you going to do?”

“Are you asking to stay all weekend?” He slowly unbuttons his shirt, and you gaze down at his body. He looked like he was carved from marble. He gives you a quick shrug, and looks down at your throbbing pussy. You wanted it. After today you needed it all weekend. You needed to forget. Desiring nothing more than to push away the despair that you felt deep in your chest. You felt it was truly over, and there was nothing that could save you and Jack, so why not let him give you a mindless weekend?

“I could make you my own personal fuckdoll for the weekend. Use you for my pleasure, but if you think I’m talented with my tongue, you’ve not seen anything,” his pants were undone, but he wanted you to wait.

Leaning over you, making you feel his hardened cock on your weeping cunt, he fully rips off your shirt. “There’s no need for clothes. We’ll have food delivered, and then I’ll walk away, and we forget this ever happened. I never stay long.”

“Just until Jack calls to bring Finn back. And!” He cocks up an eyebrow, waiting to see what stipulation you come up with. “You have to make me pass out.”

“Oh, darling, are you hurting that bad?” Even though you smile, it never reaches your eyes. Still hovering over your body, he starts kissing on your skin. Making a trail of bruises along your collarbone, while he rolls his hips into you. “If I make you pass out, you become my dumb baby the rest of the weekend?”

“Yes,” you whine, palming him over his pants. “Yes, you make me pass out. I’m yours all weekend.”

He sits back, and quickly reaches into his pocket, grabbing out a foil packet, and tears it with his teeth. Spitting the small part out with a puff of air. It was like watching a ballet the way he finished undressing, and rolls the condom on his long cock. Everything was so precise, and almost beautiful. You had never found the action of putting on a condom to be sexy, but he was proving you wrong.

Jerking you down to him, he spits down at your puffy and spread pussy. Rubbing on your swollen clit, before slapping it a few times, making your body jolt with excitment. In one swift motion, he pushes into your tight channel, not stopping even when he’s fully entered. Pulling back out, he starts rolling his length into you. Much too slow and steady of a pace for you at the moment, “Harder.”

“You want harder for the first time?”

“I said, harder,” you growl, grabbing ahold of his tight ass, shoving him even deeper into you. He grabs your legs and lifts them up. Putting them in the same direction as your head. Vigorously fucking into you, and you mewl out his name. The prettiest and most desperate sounds spew out of your mouth, and he goes harder. “Yeah! Yeah!”

“Oh, you’re going to be bruised and sore when this weekend is done.”

“Give it to me. And Don’t stop.”

“I won’t,” letting your legs rest on his shoulders, he grabs onto your hands on the headboard, “So you into choking? Can I choke you? Or are you going to swallow my spit?”

“Just fuck me! Ahh!” He was hitting all the right spots, even if he did talk a lot. Demanding your body, much like he demanded a room. Nick was cocky for a reason, and you couldn’t wait to find all those reasons. “I’m gonna cum.”

“I can tell. Fuck! Got me in a fucking vice grip. Go on. Let’s see how many times you cum before you pass out,” as your walls flutter around you, he removes one hand to grip to your neck. Adding a bit more pressure, until you pussy clenches down on him, and he releases you. “There’s one.”

You give Nick a dopey smile as he feasts on your cunt. He seemed to favor this the most. Running your fingers through his hairs as you bite your lip. His scratchy beard and tongue had made you raw in the best way. You had convinced Jack to keep Finn Sunday night and just take him on to school Monday easily.

And this is how you woke up. With Nick dragging your body down the soiled bed, and shoving his mouth into your worn cunt while he kneeled in the floor. He kept his promise of keeping you dumb. It was the most peaceful weekend you could remember in months.

His tongue enters into your sore pussy, while his nose stimulates your clit. You were wrecked in the best possible way. Thankful to have Mondays off, so you could enjoy this. Condom wrappers were discarded throughout the floor, and after a long nap, you knew this room needed the deepest of cleans, but right now it was just Nick drowning in your juices.

You give his damp hair a quick tug at the roots, clearly, he had already showered. Your fingers run up the back of his head, putting him as close to you as possible. His hands were fondling your tits. Pinching at your nipples when the spring in your tummy winds up. The number of times you had came this weekend was unknown. The amount of times you passed out was a mystery. But right now that sweet high runs through your body, and a bright light blinds you momentarily. Waking up only for Nick to run his tongue up your slit. Gathering all your sweet honey, and moaning with satisfaction..

“If ever you need to forget, you’ve got my number,” he smirks as he struts out of your house. You breathe harshly for a moment. Letting your body come down from your high, before closing up the room that stenched of filthy sex. Walking into your own where you grab one of Jack’s shirts, and carry it into the bathroom. You needed a soaking hot bath to ease your aching muscles, and aspirin.

You weren’t sure if now you felt better or worse. Feeling as if you crossed a line with one of Jack’s co-workers. You dip your body into the warm water slowly, groaning until your ass hits the bottom. Leaning back, and sighing. At this moment. You really didn’t care.

——

Jack watches Nick as he struts into the precinct break room. Getting unnecessarily close to him to make coffee, when Jack smells it. A mixture of your favorite shampoo, and the undeniable scent of you. He had left it on himself plenty of times to know. Nick brings the mug up to his mouth with a smirk, giving Jack a wink.

“Fowler,” Cal nods his head to get his own coffee. “How was your weekend?”

“It was rough. I stayed in the house all day, soaking wet.”

“You do a new workout?” Cal asks, grabbing out a water bottle.

“Oh, I was definitely working something out. All weekend long,” he sticks his finger in his mouth, and pulls it out with a pop. “Still taste that sweet honey on my fingers. Of course. My fingers were very busy, having them in the honey pot over and over again.”

“You son of a bitch,” Jack growls out.

“What? Is there something wrong? Did I say something?”

“That’s why she wanted Finn to stay another night?” He slams his mug in the sink, and it shatters into thousands of pieces. “You tell her how you like to brag about your sexual conquests?”

“It’s just sex. Just hot, wet, throbbing, trembling, screaming, squirting flesh,” Jack lurches towards Nick, but Cal wraps his arms around his whole body.

“Jack, he’s an asshole,” Nick chuckles as he walks out the room, and Jack attempts to push Cal off of him. “That’s not gonna work, you realize that, yes?”

“Get off me!”

“You almost punched your colleague. Jack, the divorce is in the system. She didn’t do anything wrong. If she feels the need to sleep with a loser that won’t ever walk through her door again, that’s her prerogative.”

“It’s my fault,” Cal nods his head, grimacing, “No…we got in a fight when I picked up Finn. She told me she was done.”

“Let her be done,” Jack shakes his head no, still refusing to even let that be an option. “Then let her explore this time. Maybe she needed it,” Jack looks up at Cal growling, and he backtracks. You didn’t need Nick. “If you want her, it’ll take more than telling her. It’ll take time.”

“Finn says she still sleeps in my shirts. What am I supposed to do with that? I can’t…I can’t shake the feeling this is really it.”

“You want her back? Work for it. What did you do, agree to therapy after the divorce was filed? It should have been your chance to make it work to begin with. It’ll take more than that, and you know. Expect more of these one off guys, buddy. She’s turning into a buck wild woman again, and if she’s still sleeping in your shirts, maybe she’s trying to convince herself she doesn’t love you. But you gotta work. And work hard if you want to be with her. Get ready for the ride of your life. Because that’s two men you know she’s slept with. Deal with it the best you can, but don’t give Nick what he wants. He’s been hard up on her for a long time.”

“She didn’t want me to call her Sharkie,” Jack looks down at the floor, giving the disgusting wood a few taps with his boot.

“Jack, that’s your nickname for her from your first…hell, your first time sleeping with her. That name represents the best part of your relationship. Of course she doesn’t want you to call her that. It hurts her. Now, go clean up that mess, we’ve got paperwork to do. And by we, I mean you. You need your mind busy. You’re gonna need that for a while,” Cal leaves Jack to clean up his coffee mug shards, but all he can do is picture you alone in your once shared bed, holding his pillow, and wearing his shirt. If Finn saw you like that, it was true, and that hurt him more than anything.

The reality of just how much he had hurt you was becoming stifling to him. He didn’t deserve you, and yet, he wanted to prove at least to himself that he tried. Try to be the man that you deserve. And tried with everything he could to get his family back. He had to. But he also knew Cal was right. And your dates had only just begun. And he hoped that this was the last one he knew about. Because he couldn’t handle flashes of their hands on your body, the same body that he once called his.

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Money, fame, and fortune was all you wanted. The life of a full time singer was your dream and you may have had to sign a deal with the devil to get it.

Of course Nick Fowler wasn’t the actual devil…

Or so you thought….

Get ready to meet the man that made all your wildest dreams come true.

He’s come to collect. What you may ask?

Stay tuned

aw, hell.

Title: Rewind

Pairing: Devil!Nick Fowler x Innocent!Reader

Wordcount: 1,190

A/N: i really, really enjoyed this one… i actually might turn this into a little drabble series, this was such a fun prompt!!

“You seem like a good girl,” he said, taking a deep drag on the cigar in his hand. It colored his face dark, deep red before it simmered back down to embers as he exhaled, smoke curling out around his steepled fingers. “You sure this is what you want?”

You gripped the patent leather handles of your purse so tight your knuckles bled white.

“Yes, sir. Mr. Fowler,” you added on the honorific just in case. “Momma’s sick.” You looked down at your lap, where you were twisting the straps of your purse so tight they creaked in your grip. Your mother would have whipped you six ways from Sunday if she knew where you were; down on the south side, in that godforsaken club—

“Hmm.” The words came with another cloud of acrid smoke that made the air thick and taste like ash and…is that sulphur? He tapped it out on the ash tray, and didn’t break eye contact as he spoke. “Lars, why don’t you take sweet pea here to stage three? Let’s see if my new little songbird is worth the money.”

“W-what?” Your terrified squeak earned you another low, gravelly laugh.

“Think of it as an audition, sweet pea.” He stubbed the cigar out in the tray, steely blue eyes glinting in the low light as he took you in. “Can’t just give away something for nothing.”

You needed the money, badly—your mother’s chemo wasn’t paying for itself—but it doesn’t stop the shards of ice from settling against your spine as you follow the big, silent brute back out of Nick Fowler’s office. He was right—good girls didn’t come here, didn’t slide a note to the bartender asking to see the Southside Devil, asking to make a deal.

But you were a good girl, and you were here now, standing in the empty dressing room while the devil himself waited to see if you were worth the trouble.

“Boss says pick a dress,” Lars grunted, pointing a stubby finger at the expansive rack behind you. “And don’t take too long.” You stared at your feet until he left, before edging over to the clothing rack, your fingers trailing nervously over the items hanging there. All brand names—some you had only ever seen on the internet, never in stores. You weren’t stupid—you knew these were costumes, dresses for the…entertainment to wear.

And the knowledge only made you more nervous, more tense. It had been your dream to get up on stage, to belt your heart out in front of an adoring audience, though the closest you’d ever gotten was choir at church. Good girls didn’t go to Tarnish, they didn’t croon sultry numbers for men who’d likely catch fire as soon as they set foot in a chapel—but your pride was not worth your mother’s life. She’d already been two weeks without her treatments, your meagre waitress’ salary not enough to cover even both of your most basic needs.

It’s that thought that spurred you into action, selecting a shimmering gold number from the back. Most of the dresses were revealing, dipping so low in the front that you wondered how the women who wore them were able to maintain any modesty at all. The one you hold in your hands, at least leaves your breasts covered, though it drops low in the back, stopping just above the curve of your butt. It made your cheeks warm when you looked at yourself in the long mirrors circling the room—you don’t recognize the person staring back at you.

You jumped at the sound of the door opening, tripping over the long train of your dress.

“Boss is ready for you now.”

“I, well, I just—”

“NOW.”

Your feet were bare—you hadn’t had time to find a pair of heels that fit you—and the floor was cool beneath your feet as Lars led you through the maze of dark hallways back to the bar. The room was empty, save for Nick sitting in the front, at the center table. Lars pushes you forward and you stumble, hiking up the fabric of your dress enough to walk towards the empty stage.

“Oh look at you,” Nick purred as you approached the microphone. His voice was like a physical caress, and it made goosebumps rise on the exposed skin of your arms. “I would say I had no idea you had all that under those pastor-approved sacks,” he winked at you as he lifted the glass in front of him to his lips. “But I’d be lying.”

You fidgeted under his gaze, your hands twisting in the sparkling gold fabric. “S-sir, I—”

“Sing.” You took a shaky breath, your hands still balled into sweaty fists. You couldn’t think of anything but church hymns and praises, and your throat so tight the words wouldn’t come out, no matter how you forced them. Nick clucked his tongue at you.

“What’s wrong, sweet pea?” He asked, draining the rest of the whiskey from his glass. “Stage fright?” The soles of his shiny oxfords tapped eagerly against the hard floor as he pushed chair away from the table and made for the stage. You don’t know what to do as he crossed the stage to stand behind you, your breath catching in your throat at his closeness.

“I-I’m s-sorry, I—” You swallowed thickly as he brushed a stray lock of hair from your shoulder. “I just know… church songs.”

“Now that won’t do,” his voice was soft, sultry. You were unsure of the hand on your shoulder that slipped down to cradle the small of your back, his palm too warm against your bare skin. “See, this isn’t really the kind of place the church going type likes to frequent.” Hot tears spring to your eyes he cups your ass through the fabric of your borrowed dress.

“S-sir, I just want t-to work,” you babbled, attempting to flinch away from him. Nick grasped your hip firmly, his other hand snaking around your forearm as he tugged you back against his body. You couldn’t contain the whimper that bubbled past your lips as he ran his nose down the side of your throat. “P-please—”

“I’ll tell you what, sweet-pea,” he drawled, skimming his hands up and down your sides. “I have a… different offer.” You squeaked when his hand slid up the generous slit in your skirt, tears pricking at your wide eyes. “How would you like it if your mother was never sick?” Fingers move against the seam of your white cotton panties. “In perfect health?” They dip beneath the elastic, and you whine as he parts your lips. “Like it never even happened?”

The hand on your hip found your breasts, plucking at your nipples through the dress.

“I-I-I would give anything,” you stammered. He let out a pleased hum at your response, and you smelled the thick, smokey, scent of sulphur—

“Anything?” Something hard presses up between the cheeks of your ass, and you make a pained, terrified noise in the back of your throat. “What a good place to start, sweet-pea.”

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Nick Fowler One shots

Innocence - Nick x Reader

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point of no return | nick fowler

pairing: nick fowler x mob daughter!reader

summary: nick and mace make a bet regarding the mob boss’ innocent virginal daughter.

warnings: 18+ topics, smut (18+), male masturbation, nick is a bit toxic

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no use resisting, abandon thought and let the dream begin ...

That had been cute, he thought as he sat down in bed. He was battered and bruised yet she had been the one upset. He guessed he had been harsh on her but he was angry. Angry he was being beaten up by a mob boss and still gaining no information. No matter what he did, he was not part of the trust club, specially after letting his daughter in danger. Fucking Mace, he didn’t even need to call to know it was her, trying to entice something which clearly backfired. It backfired on him and now he was much further away from gaining any information on Mr. Bullet or even what his last name was. He guessed he could always fuck Y/N but he doubted she was very happy about how she’d treated him. He sighed, leaning against the comfortable bedding while starring at the celling. He had to figure out what to do, something to do to try and obtain even the smallest amount of information yet as his mind wrapped around a new plan, a few noises coming from the other side of door had him distracted. Little muffled moans, almost too shy to even exit her lips, were coming from the other side of the door. He attempted to ignore them, yet as they got louder, he found himself imagining what she would look like. He couldn’t picture her as the type of girl to touch herself or have sex toys - no, she may read about it but she didn’t seem the type to indulge in those fantasies. She had to be doing something, something which was making his cock stir. He pulled his trousers down under the covers, caring little for the bruises covering his thighs as his hand immediately went to grab his cock.

- Fuck! - he sighed, as his hand started to massage his cock. Fucking cocktease, that’s what she was.

She wouldn’t be the woman he’d go for. No, he liked woman who took control, who were as brazen as he was. Yet, he couldn’t help but fantasise about her, her small figure in the bed humping those sheets looking for some friction. His hand stroke his cock, his moans accompanying hers until he grunted, his hand stilling as cum painted his hand. He closed his eyes, her orgasm following suit - doing this surely wasn’t gonna have him win any bets. However, before he could wipe his hand clean, she rushed into his bedroom, her hand gripped around the door handle.

- Fuck you, Nick Fowler!

He smirked at those words, his clean hand moving to grab a tissue from his bedside to wipe his hand under the sheets. He moved from under the sheets, walking up to her, her chin moving upwards so she could stare at him but he merely moved to replace her hand with his, closing the door behind her. The minute the lock hit the hitch, his hand wrapped around her throat, pushing her against the door.

- Wanna repeat that again, pet? - his grip tightened and all she could see was the eagle tattooed in his hand.

He cocked his hand to the side, waiting for her to say anything but she didn’t even try. His thumb rubbed across her bottom lip, the remnants of whatever had not been wiped absorbing through the skin of the plump lip. A taunting smile graced his features.

- I could easily kill you right now. - he looked down on her, his grip tightening even more to have her slightly struggle for breathing. - And you didn’t tell daddy where you went.

- You’re alive because I want you to be. - this was different. She was different, her words weren’t shaky. She meant those words and he knew she was right.

- Is that so? - his grip loosened as he walked forward to cage her between his torso and the door. - I’m taking you to your father tomorrow.

- No, you are not.

- Yes, I am. - he put his finger under her chin, pushing it up. - You can masturbate in the comfort of your room.

- What? - that confidence faded as her cheeks heated. - I wasn’t ...

- Yes, you were. What were you thinking, pet? One of those men in your books who force themselves on pretty innocent women?

- I’m gonna go to bed.

Her hand pulled the handle down, making her stumble into her part of the penthouse but not before kicking the door shut. Nick smirked to himself, happy he had once more taken the lead. She was hot when she defended herself, but he’d rather continue being the one with the upper hand. He waited for Y/N to fall asleep before he could phone Mace. The minute her voice went through the speaker, he became angry.

- How dare you fucking get in the way of my mission? - he interrupted whatever she was saying.

- Are you on drugs or something, Fowler? What are you talking about?

- You shot at Bullet’s daughter? You could’ve fucking killed her and for what? Get a reaction?

- While I would love to shot at the personification of the colour pink itself, I did not shoot at her. We haven’t gotten any permission to attack Bullet’s daughter.

- As if you haven’t gone rough before.

- Maybe she was shot at because she’s the daughter of the boss? Don’t blame me for your failure of protecting her.

He switched off the burner phone before he could hear any more slander for Mace. It felt better to know that the CIA had done this rather than him failing to protect her. If he had done his job correctly, he should’ve noticed something. Perhaps, he didn’t need a day off. She couldn’t gotten killed in the hands of that rocky replacement. He couldn’t sleep all night, a mix of those thoughts and the pain from all the wounds. Once the sun was peaking from the horizon, he was awaking her up. Perhaps she was upset at her father, but she wasn’t safe anywhere which was public until they figured out who shot at her. A feat which was hard considering the mob had as many enemies as the sky had stars. Whoever it was, he needed to get her out of this hotel and safe.

He opened the door, hoping to wake her up but she was already up, her bed made and he wondered if she hadn’t sleep the night as well. Whatever the answer was she didn’t say as she didn’t speak to him not even a single second. She was angry, she had every right to be - perhaps, he shouldn’t have been as cocky. Yet, it was so fun to see her wanting to rebel every once in a while.

- You’re back! - her mother got up from the porch where she had been speaking to another mob wife to grab her daughter from the car.

Even if he had been tasked with gaining information to help dismantle the mob rule in New York; he had to admit, for how bad people the Bullet couple were, they were good parents. At least better than his parents - not that the bar was set very high. He merely remained leaned against the car, like an object as her mother pulled her inside, ignoring her own bodyguard who took a stand next to Nick.

- Bringing her back is gonna win you some points with the boss. - he took up a cigarette from his pocket, the sound of the lighter opening and working making Nick do the same.

- I don’t need any points from Bullet. - he shared the flame, inhaling the smoke for a few seconds.

- You’re gonna need them. You’re not his favourite or particularly in a favourite position.

- Aren’t you a bodyguard as well? - he stabled the cigarette in the middle of his index and ring finger, his eyes lingering over the window to see a glimpse of her speaking with her father.

- The guy before me was loyal and now dead. Can’t say much about the guy before you. - he shrugged. His eyes moved from the window to the bodyguard.

Nick wasn’t aware of who had been her bodyguard before hand. In his mind, she got one the moment she left her parents home and went to the penthouse - yet again, he wasn’t even sure if she had gone to the penthouse as her first home or if she had been somewhere else. Her CIA file was a mystery, so much was known of her academics, stellar ones at that, but when it came to her life, it was shrouded in mystery.

- She had another bodyguard?

- She’s had a bodyguard since she was born. She’s the boss’ kid. Birthday parties were particularly exhilarating.

- What happened with the other guy?

- Nothing good. - he put out the cigarette on the ground. - Kid ended up hurt and the boss wasn’t happy about it. The worse was ...

- Fowler! - the so called boss was standing by the door, interrupting the information he so needed to somehow get somewhere.

The man looked at him with pity, but not pity for his wounds or even the gunshot he was still hiding from his daughter. No, pity he wasn’t dead. That’s not how he dealt punishments and he had an eerie feeling that Nick Fowler was not one to settle down with beatings. Nick Fowler was a person you kill, not punish. Nevertheless, disappointed with the lack of lead he would’ve gotten, Nick followed the man inside the house.

- Where did she go to last night? - he asked the moment the door was closed behind him.

- I’m sorry, Mr. Bullet, but if you want to know you’ll have to ask her.

- I’m asking you.

- If she would willingly tell you, you wouldn’t be asking me. I owe your daughter my loyalty.

- You also owe her your life and if you wish to keep it, you’ll answer my question.

- I’d rather stick to my loyalty to her.

Nick Fowler was the person you kill. That was verified by the old mob boss the moment his body didn’t even flinch at the mention of death. Loyalty, perhaps he was loyal but he was yet to decide if that was true loyalty, if he was lying or if he was merely trying to spite him. He decided it could be a mix of both but if he were to remain any sort of connection with his already angry daughter; it would be best, if he didn’t act on it.

- Keep an eye on her. - his men opened the door for him, a clear signal he was no longer welcomed in the office.

However, he didn’t care. He needed to find out who this past bodyguard was and if he was alive. If he was alive, perhaps he’d have some information. Information was always easily obtained when dealing with weaker links and if he were alive after hurting Y/N, then he guessed he was now much weaker than he used to be. He walked through the living room, not interacting much with the boss’ wife and Y/N but looking through the staff surrounding them. Someone had to know something. His eyes settled on a particular maid who’d been eyeing him up with a sly smirk.

- He didn’t hit you too bad. - she finally approached him, something which caught Y/N’s attention. - Didn’t hurt your handsomeness a whole lot.

- Thank you, miss. - he gave her a debonair smile. - Not worse than the last guy.

- It seems all Miss Y/N’s bodyguards seem to get her affections. You wouldn’t want to be like him, sir.

- Nick. - Y/N walked up to him. - I wanna go home.

- There’s shattered glass everywhere, pet. Gonna get a cold.

- Dad said he got it fixed overnight and I’d like to go home.

- I see.

She stepped in front of him, acting almost as bratty as he expected any mob daughter to be. He followed her into the car, beating himself for missing yet another chance to get some information from the very long lost bodyguard who seemed to have gathered Y/N’s affection. She sat in the car with her arm crossed over her chest, the other one holding her phone to play yet another Taylor Swift song on the car. He was wondering if she ever listened to something else at this point.

- You didn’t have to act like a jealous brat. - he commented once they were deep in the road and she was three Taylor Swift songs in.

- I was not jealous. Merely redirecting your attention.

- It does seem you like to have your bodyguard’s full attention.

- Isn’t that what a bodyguard is supposed to do?

- You tell me, pet. - he kept his eyes on the road. - Everyone I ask says you particularly enjoy the attention.

- I hope you’re not talking about what I think you’re talking about.

- Now I know who you think about when you touch yourself at night.

- STOP THE CAR!

She moved her foot to stand on top of his, pushing on the breaks right in the middle of the Upper East Side - something which received a lot of honking from the cars behind them, but there was no stopping her, specially when she had placed her very pretty designer shoes right on top of his shoes. The car came to an abrupt stop and she opened the passenger door, joining the crowd in the streets of the Upper East. Fuck.

- Y/N, GET IN THE FUCKING CAR, NOW! - he yelled out, but she pretended not to hear him, instead continuing to walk as fast as those death trap shoes allowed her.

Nick hit the steering wheel, parking somewhere which was likely to get him ticked before getting out the car and following her. God help she fell down and scrapped her knee and he’d have another gun shot through him. It didn’t take much to catch up to her and once he did, he placed himself in front of her.

- I said get in the car, now. - his hand grabbed her upper arm.

- Or what?

- Or what? - oh, not only did she want to be a jealous spoiled little girl, she wanted to be a brat. Fine, Nick could deal with brats.

- Or I’ll put you over my shoulder and drag you kicking and screaming.

- You can’t do that.

- Try me. - he took a step further, looking down on her. - What’s it gonna be, pet? Because I’m okay with either way.

She huffed, turning around and following the path back to the car while Nick was behind her. How dare he? He couldn’t do that; she’d seen man get stabbed for merely touching her arm at her father’s meetings. Yet, it seemed Nick was barely afraid of any of those things happening. In all honesty, she even wondered if he was afraid of anything at this point. Still, it didn’t mean he could imply she slept with her staff. She would never take advantage of her position like that. She sat in the backseat, her seatbelt on as she stared out the window the whole time.

- Don’t you wanna put your Taylor Swift songs on?

- Fuck you, Nick. - she crossed her arms, starring at the streets blurry with the fast movements.

- You must have the wrong bodyguard, pet.

- It’s none of your business.

- Are you upset your innocence cover was blown? I wouldn’t be, it was obnoxious anyway.

She didn’t say a word, merely looking at him through the rear view mirror with a look which he was sure to never forget. It wasn’t offense, it wasn’t hurt, it was something different all entirely and she felt sick. She felt her heart and stomach drop and merely refused to speak. Her eyes slowly left the mirror to stare at her hands, her lips not parting for a single word all the way to the penthouse. Oddly enough, nothing had changed, there was no glass in the floor and it was if everything had never happened. She’d rather forget it and go to her bedroom which was what she did, leaving Nick to his devices.

He didn’t know the extent of what relationship she held with her last bodyguard; after all, she was always friendly and polite to all her staff. There was a reason why they all preferred to be with her rather than her father; yet, the maid’s words were running in his mind. He shouldn’t feel guilty for poking her for information but he found himself restless. She looked upset and that look was playing through his mind like a climatic scene of a black and white movie. He sighed, hand leaning on the counter before moving to grab a bowl out the cutlery cupboard. Taking the strawberry pieced ice cream from the freezer, he scooped whatever was left into the bowl, throwing the container in the bin before making his way up the stairs.

His hand pressed against her door, swinging it slowly to find her laying in bed reading Pride and Prejudice - a book he’d found her reading at least 20 times ever since they met. If she wasn’t reading it, she was watching all the possible adaptations and quoting every single line as if they were the bible. He guessed literature was her bible.

- What do you want? - she asked, not looking up from her book.

- Got you some ice cream. - Nick walked further into the room and placed the ice cream bowl on her bedside table.

- You could just apologise. - she struggled to find a better position in bed but refused to look him in the eye. - Would be easier.

- I’m not gonna apologise, pet. - he pushed her book down. - I think I should know of any scorned lovers of yours that may return to harm you.

- My ex bodyguard is not a scorned lover and if you think I’d abuse my position of power just because I can, I suggest you leave.

- Did I hit a sore spot? - he leaned against her pillow. - Come on, what did you do?

- Have you ever read Pride and Prejudice? - she closed her book, placing in on top of her lap.

- Do I look like the type of person who’d enjoy Jane Austen?

- I don’t know what kind of person you are, Nick. - she handed him the book. - But you may wanna read about Georgiana Darcy.

- Is that how you’re gonna give me answers? By making me read?

- That’s all I’m gonna tell you. - she grabbed another book from her nightstand, Les Liaisons Dangereuses. - You have a lot of reading to do.

Nick was intrigued, not because he had to read a book he’d avoided reading while at school but how well she could keep a secret. Perhaps the secret was not as mysterious as others painted it out to be, but it was always enthusing to see how well she dodged the questions. He didn’t know why he was surprised - she was a mob daughter after all. Nevertheless, he now had a very boring book to read or he could just easily search the name of the character and get done with it. He knew one thing; however, this bodyguard was certainly had done something - it was just the what, he didn’t know.

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Stardust Reblog Challenge September 2022 Masterlist

Challenge by @natrace | dividers by @firefly-graphics

These are all the fics I’ve reblogged and recommend in September

The aim of this challenge is to support writers on tumblr by reblogging their work with comments ♥️ I would encourage everyone to join this challenge and to show all these amazing authors love by reading and sharing their work

Please read the warnings for each individual fic

🔥 - smut | 💗 - fluff | 💧- angst | 😈 - dark

Bucky Barnes

💧💗 Poet Laureate (series) by @real-jane

💗💧🔥 Is it a crime? (series) by @crazyunsexycool

🔥 A Taste of Submission by @jobean12-blog

💧💗 A Kingly Gift by @/jobean12-blog

💧💗 Happily Ever After by @/jobean12-blog

💧🔥 Owned by @/jobean12-blog

💗 A ‘Big’ Night by @/jobean12-blog

💧💗 Scar Tissue by @fandoms-writings

💗 Why Do You Care? by @black-mistress-of-evil

💗 What Makes A Woman by @motsdouxdejanie

🔥 Messy by @buckycuddlebuddy

🔥 Innocent by @/buckycuddlebuddy

🔥 Cream by @/buckycuddlebuddy

💗 Interference by @navybrat817

💧💗 Once Upon a Time by @/navybrat817

💗 The First Time by @bucky-barnes-diaries

💧💗 No One Touches My Girl by @/bucky-barnes-diaries

💗 Next-Door Desire by @/bucky-barnes-diaries

💧💗 Part of a Family by @onceuponastory

💗 Dancin’ Darlin’ by @tuiccim

💗🔥 Bleeding Bliss by @carrotfantasimp

💗🔥 First Night by @kinanabinks

Steve Rogers

💧 Hide and Seek (mini-series) by @earth616variant

😈🔥 Flesh and Blood by @sophiria

💗 You Go To My Head by @barnesmurdock

🔥 See You Soon by @someawkardblackgirl

💗 Earpiece by @rodrikstark

💗 Gotcha Day by @sweetascanbee

💗 Fries With That by @/sweetascanbee

💧💗 40s!steve rogers x fem!reader by @sanguineterrain

💧 Untitled by @imaginearyparties

💧 Killer by @/imaginearyparties

💧💗 Playing For Keeps by @/tuiccim

💗🔥 Hey Handsome by @sunshinebuckybarnes

💧 I’m Coming For You by @no-not-without-you-blog

💗 A Whittle More Practice by @mjolnir-steve

Stucky

💧 Lions’s Den (series) by @imaginedreamwrite

🔥 Untitled by @/someawkardblackgirl

💗 Falling for you like the leaves do by @doasyoudesireandlive

Sam Wilson

💗 Good Morning by @fluffyprettykitty

🔥 Rapture by @/fluffyprettykitty

🔥 Dominion by @/fluffyprettykitty

💗 I See You by @lisstothebliss

💗 sam wilson x f!reader by @/rodrikstark

💗 Stuck by @/rodrikstark

💗 Driving by @intrepidacious

Natasha Romanoff

💗 Her Girl by @buckybarnesthehotshot

💧 Girl Crush by @cthulhu-calling

Joaquin Torres

💗 Coffee Run by @/rodrikstark

💗 joaquín torres x gn!reader by @/rodrikstark

🔥💗 “I want you to kiss every inch of my body.” by @/fluffyprettykitty

💗 No Room For Worries by @/fluffyprettykitty

Peter Parker

💗 Pumpkin Patches by @bxcketbarnes

💗🔥💧 Rhinestone Eyes by @geminimoonbeamx

Lloyd Hansen

💗🔥 The Princess and the Lawyer (series) by @universitypenguin | Part One | Part Two

💧💗🔥 You Were The One (series) by @georgiapeach30513

James Mace

💗 Spike by @/rodrikstark

Jake Jensen

💗🔥 Boys in Bed With Books (JJ) by @/jobean12-blog

Ransom Drysdale

💧💗 How Long Will I Love You by @cloudycevans

🔥 The Five Stages by @littlelioncub43

Ari Levinson

💗 All of Me by @maladaptivexxdaydreaming

Lee Bodecker

💗 Lee Bodecker in the fall by @treatbuckywkisses

Multiple Characters

😈🔥 A Taste of Danger by @/onceuponastory [Sierra Six and Nick Fowler]

💗🔥 Period Comfort by @1000night [Steve, Bucky and Sam]

#stardust reblog challenge #fic rec #reading list

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Rooooose HNY!! 🍾 I have this idea floating around my head of Lee and Nick roughly sharing innocent reader during a police interrogation (both bad cop obv). Maybe coercive/degrading with cock bulge and flooding her with come? Pls make my horny dream come true…

Happy New Year babe!!! You inspired me 😝 Thanks for getting me writing again!! ❤️

Lee Bodecker x Reader, Nick Fowler x Reader; rough sex, manipulation, coercion, degradation, oral sex m receiving, vaginal sex, double penetration in one hole, face slapping

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

You had witnessed a murder, and you were being held in an interrogation room in the police station, for your safety you had been told. You had finally stopped shaking, but it was kind of cold in the room, and someone had taken back the blanket the nice police officer had given you, leaving you in just your pajamas, shorts and a cami. You were alone, but the door suddenly opened and two men walked in, talking to each other and ignoring you.

“Yeah, I turned ‘em off, we’re good,” one of the men said, tall but with a slight gut, as he turned to face you. “Honey, I’m Sheriff Bodecker, this here is Agent Fowler. We’re gonna ask you some questions, make sure you’re tellin’ the truth on everythin’, and we’ll let you go home. Now darlin’, why don’t you tell me why you think you’re here?” Sheriff Bodecker asked, and you blinked up at him, starting to shiver.

“Um, I saw something bad and you need to ask me about it?” you said hesitantly, more question than statement, and Agent Fowler snorted where he stood in the back of the room. You turned to look at him, but Sheriff Bodecker grabbed your chin and directed you back to him.

“You keep your eyes on me honey, don’t make me remind you again,” the sheriff said, and your brows furrowed as you tried to remember when he said it the first time. “Oh darlin’, you’re tryin’ real hard to think aren’t you, but I need you to not think. That’s how we’ll get the right information, and you wanna help with that,” he said, and you blinked at him in confusion, but nodded, because of course you wanted to help get the right information.

“I wanna help-” you cut off as Sheriff Bodecker popped you on the cheek. You tried to pull away but his grip on your chin turned tight, forcing you to stay where you were.

“I knew this one was an idiot, but if she can’t even remember we told her not to speak unless asked a direct question, how will she remember the information?” Agent Fowler spoke up, walking out of the slight shadows into the light, standing behind the sheriff’s shoulder.

You tried to remember when they said that, but you couldn’t, and now you were starting to worry you had forgotten something important with what you had seen. You opened your mouth to apologize, then shut it, realizing he wasn’t talking to you, so you shouldn’t speak.

Agent Fowler and Sheriff Bodecker exchanged a glance, smiles growing on their faces. You smiled too, happy that you had done something right. Agent Fowler saw and started snickering, nudging the sheriff.

“I think it’s time,” he said, and Sheriff Bodecker nodded, releasing your chin and as Agent Fowler stepped around the table, pulling you in your chair out from under it. He picked you up, setting you on your feet and you fiddled with your skirt as he moved the chair, standing behind you. You tried to turn to look at him, but he smacked your ass as the sheriff smacked your cheek.

“I said, eyes on me. Looks like we’re gonna have to help you remember that darlin’, seems you’re already forgettin’ too much. Gonna be a problem gettin’ that information we need,” Sheriff Bodecker reminded you and you shook your head, determined to help, staring into his eyes and running through everything you had seen, reliving that horrible moment trying to remember if you’d forgotten anything.

Your brain was starting to hurt, and you could feel tears building, from going over what you’d seen, but you were certain you had it all right in your head now. You were so focused you barely noticed what was happening around you, Sheriff Bodecker stepping back and maintaining eye contact as his hands moved below his waist. You couldn’t tell what he was doing, but you didn’t look away from his eyes, even as you were pressed down onto the table, tits cold against the metal. You gasped and suddenly Sheriff Bodecker was right in front of you, and his dick was pushing into your open mouth.

“Fuuuck, that’s it darlin’, relax,” the sheriff groaned, his dick moving down your throat, choking you. Your hands slapped down on the table, trying to move away, but Agent Fowler was right behind you, holding you in place with a hand on your back. His crotch was tight against your ass, and you flailed when you realized his pants were down too.

Agent Fowler smacked your ass hard, jolting you and making you swallow around the sheriff’s dick, Bodecker swearing as you did. “He said ‘relax’, idiot, this is the process,” Agent Fowler said, pulling your shorts down with his free hand and kicking your legs apart. He rubbed his dick along your folds and swore. “Fucking idiot doesn’t even know her own body- when you get wet down there, you need to plug up the hole drăguţă (baby), and you’re leaking like a broken sink.”

You didn’t know why you were so wet, but he was right, you were practically dripping, still choking on Sheriff Bodecker’s dick. He pulled out partially as Agent Fowler lined up and pushed into your cunt, groaning as your walls gripped him. The sheriff thrust back into your mouth, filling it and stretching your jaw wide, making you clench even harder on Fowler.

“Lee, you’ve gotta get in this cunt, it’s the tightest one I’ve ever had,” Agent Fowler muttered, and Sheriff Bodecker pulled out of your throat, you gagging and swallowing spit as Agent Fowler began thrusting into you hard.

“Get her on the table then, we need her legs open.” Sheriff Bodecker came around behind you as Agent Fowler pulled out of you, the two of them manhandling you over onto your back, your legs up in the air, spread as wide as they would go. Fowler immediately slid back into your cunt, making you shout as your head came off the table, looking down at where you were joined.

“Come on Lee, get in here,” Agent Fowler said, and the sheriff joined him, his dick still wet with your spit, sliding along your wet folds and bumping Fowler’s dick before starting to press in beside it.

You nearly screamed, Fowler slapping a hand over your mouth to block the noise as you were stretched, too much too fast, your head banging back down on the table as you cried behind the agent’s hand. Sheriff Bodecker was swearing, inching his way into you, and every time you thought he was done, another inch slid into you.

When they were both finally in you, as far as they could get, they began thrusting, out of turn with each other, always keeping you stuffed full of cock. They held your legs up and open, forcing you to stay spread apart for them. They were grunting and groaning, your cries muffled behind Agent Fowler’s hand still.

“Quiet drăguţă, don’t want anyone else joining us, do you?” Fowler asked, and you shook your head, cutting off your babbling, inhaling sharply every time they hit your spot. “Good girl,” he said mockingly, and you gasped as Sheriff Bodecker slapped your cheek again.

“How many times I gotta tell ya, eyes on me, darlin’,” he growled, and you felt tears in your eyes falling as your cheek stung, but you looked back at him, meeting his gaze.

They both thrust into you at the same time, and you couldn’t help but cry out as you were abruptly and completely filled. Agent Fowler groaned, tapping Sheriff Bodecker and pointing down at your stomach. He moaned in surprise, and you had to glance down, shock hitting you as you saw a bulge in your stomach.

It disappeared when they pulled out, then reappeared as they thrust in again, breath punched out of you. They kept going, staring transfixed at the bulge of their cocks in you, and both groaned when you suddenly came, tightening on them so much they couldn’t move, trapped in your pulsing cunt.

Sheriff Bodecker swore, coming hard and flooding you with cum. Agent Fowler rolled his eyes and began thrusting again, the sheriff staying inside you as he kept coming, filling you up. Agent Fowler couldn’t hold back for very long though, sliding through all that slick wetness inside you, and he came easily, burying himself in your cunt and pumping you full of his cum too.

By the time they were both done, you were dripping with cum, it leaking out from around their softening cocks. They slipped out of you, and cum poured out of your messy, slightly gaping cunt. Sheriff Bodecker stooped down and picked up your shorts, putting them back on your legs and pulling them up until they were sitting on your hips, collecting the cum and soaking it up.

They pulled you up from the table, bringing the chair back and sitting you down in it, your head feeling heavy, body moving slowly, mind foggy. “Now, about those questions darlin’...”

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the wolf and the mouse: five ✧ bucky barnes & nick fowler

the wolf and the mouse: a bucky barnes & nick fowler mob au | ao3

pairing: enforcer!bucky barnes x fem!reader; mob boss!nick fowler x fem!reader

summary: this thing’s about to blow.

word count: 1,672

warnings?: i guess spoilers for no way home?, not proofread

Something was eating at Peter, you were sure of it. You just didn’t know what it could be. Peter had always been a nervous sort of person, at least whenever he was around you. And you could understand why. You’d heard through the grapevine that Peter hadn’t been working for Nick for very long, only a couple of years, and he was still trying to earn his place. Then Nick had assigned him to be your personal guard, and while it should have been something amazing, to be trusted with something so important to Nick, it was easy to feel intimidated. You knew, and you knew Peter knew, that if anything happened to you on Peter’s watch…Well, it would probably make Bucky’s death look like a mercy killing.

You felt bad for Peter, if you were being completely honest. Sure, he worked for the man who was actively ruining your life. And, in some ways, you knew Peter must have had a part in that ruining. You weren’t sure what Peter did before becoming your guard, but you figured it had to have something important, something at least marginally related to you for him to have gotten the position in the first place. But Peter was different than the other men who worked for Nick. He still had some sort of, well…not innocence, maybe hopefulness? There was something to him, some sort of kindness in his heart, that was unlike all of the others. He was good, he was genuine, and you appreciated that. You didn’t get that often, not anymore.

“So,” you asked Peter, rifling through a box of books at the flea market, “was this what you always wanted to do?”

Peter was quiet. He was quiet a lot lately. Instead of answering immediately, he produced a few Western books, showing them to you. “Think the old guys that come in will like these?”

You took the books from him, inspecting them for any bad wear and tear, scanning the titles synopses for a moment. You weren’t sure what sort of hold Western books had on men of retirement age, but you appreciated it nonetheless. The Western section was, without a doubt, the hardest section for you to keep in stock. “Probably. They look to be in good shape, and I don’t know that we have very many of these titles. But that doesn’t answer my question, Peter.”

He didn’t answer.

“If it’s a touchy subject,” you said, reaching out, taking his hand, giving it a squeeze, “just tell me and I’ll drop it. Just let me know.”

“No, it’s just…I don’t know. It’s hard,” Peter said, his voice soft. He busied himself with the box of books in front of him, flipping through the contents to find something good for the store. “It…was never what I planned. I was going to go to MIT, you know.”

You blinked. That was…shocking. “Damn. I-Is it alright if I asked what happened?”

“Got wrapped up in the wrong crowd, you know? That whole wrong place, wrong time bullshit. Que—he said we were gonna be heroes. I never realized he was the villain, until it was too late.” Peter turned his head away from you. You were sure he was trying to avoid you seeing him cry. “A guy died. And, uh, I was blamed for it. And, well, MIT isn’t exactly a big fan of an incoming student being indicted for murder. Their offer was rescinded, and I was stuck here. I tried to make it work, but…Then my aunt died. Killed, actually. Wrong place, wrong time, all over again. It fucking broke me. She was like a mother to me, I mean, she raised me all on her own.”

“I’m so sorry, Peter,” you whispered, squeezing his hand again. “I know how hard it is to lose a mom. Sometimes, I wake up and suddenly like I feel like a kid who’s just got a nightmare and I wanna crawl in bed with her as she soothes away my demons.”

“But she’s never there, and you’re left to fight the demons all on your own.” Peter swallowed thickly. “Yeah, I know the feeling.”

“How did you end up with Nick?”

“He found me. Well, actually, Bucky found me. I was really fucking struggling. I-I had dropped out of high school after Aunt May died. I couldn’t get a fucking job. Everyone thought I was a criminal, even though the murder charge was dropped, so I figured I might as well confirm their thoughts. I was gonna mug Bucky, actually. I didn’t know him at the time. If I did, I would’ve picked a different target.” He let out a quiet laugh. “He was the first guy to round the corner, and I tried to take his wallet, and he knocked me into next week. When I came to, he had me propped against a wall in an alley, and he asked my story. He felt bad, I guess. And he took me to Fowler, saying I had the right kind of tenacity or something. Asked Fowler to give me a chance. And the rest was history.”

Peter pulled his hand from yours, wiping at his eyes with the back of his hand. He let out a quiet sniffle. You weren’t sure what to do, what to say. You…hadn’t been expecting all of that.

“I’m sorry,” you said. “If I had known, I wouldn’t have asked.”

“It’s alright. Guess we’re in the same boat, you know?” Peter gave you a watery smile. “Trapped in a life with Fowler that we never really wanted.”

“And never really had a real choice.” You looked down at the pile of books you collected. “Well, I, uh, guess this is enough emotional talk for one day. I’ll pay for these, and then we can get out, okay?”

“You sure?” Peter asked. “I know you like to spend as much time from him as you can.”

You nodded. “It’s almost dinner time. If we’re not back soon, he’ll come looking. And you know what happens when he comes looking.”

“I’m sorry,” Peter said.

“Why? It’s not like it’s your fault I’m in this shitshow. Don’t blame yourself, kiddo.”

Peter didn’t like lying, not to you. So he kept his mouth shut, watching as you paid the seller for the books, watching as the books were transferred to your tote bag. He took the tote bag from you, saying Nick would have his ass if he knew that Peter was letting you carry your own bags, and he led you back to the car.

He really fucking hated lying to you. But he knew if he said anything, he would ruin everything. And he couldn’t afford that. Not when this was so delicate of an operation. Instead, he focused on making sure you got back to the manor safe and sound.

“Did you have fun?” Nick asked you when you arrived, pulling you into his arms.

“Mhm,” you hummed, trying to turn your head so you missed his kiss. “Got some books for the store.”

Nick looked over to Peter, who lifted the tote bag so he could see before placing it by the door so you could take it to the store in the morning.

“Anything happen out there?”

“Had to protect her from some papercuts.” Nick didn’t laugh at the joke. “Er, no. Nothing happened.”

“Good. I’ve gotten word that there may be a storm brewing, so we’re going to be upping security, okay? Come early tomorrow so you can be briefed on the new security measures.”

“Yes sir.” Peter tried to not shift on his feet. “Is that all for tonight?”

Nick nodded. “You’re dismissed for the night.”

You twisted around in Nick’s arms, saying, “Take care, kiddo.”

“You too,” Peter said. He looked at Nick, then back to you. “Have a good night. And sleep well, okay?”

“You too, kiddo. You too.”

“Whatever the hell you’re doing, you need to be fucking careful.”

Bucky looked up as Peter shut the door, raising a brow. “I’m doing well, thanks for asking. How are you?”

“Fowler just said that there’s a storm brewing and they’re upping security, so whatever plan you’ve got—” Peter paused, looking at the blond man sitting next to Bucky on the couch. “Woah, woah, woah, I didn’t say you could bring guests over.”

“Steve’s here to help with the plan, kid,” Bucky said.

“It couldn’t be a phone call?” Peter shook his head, already knowing the answer. “Whatever. But you need to be fucking careful.”

Steve rose to his feet. Peter gulped, feeling suddenly small. “You’ve got a lot of nerve for someone who’s played a damn big role in all this happening. After Bucky saved your fucking ass. Is this how you show gratitude?”

“You try being me and saying no to Fowler,” Peter said, trying to steady his nerves. “I’m the fucking little guy and—”

“You ain’t the only one who’s been the little guy,” Steve said. “You made your choice, and you gotta live with it. I applaud you for having the nerve to try and make this right, but you don’t get to call the shots when—”

“I get to have some say though when I’m the guy on the inside. My ass is the one on the line if this goes south.” Peter looked at Bucky. “I’m sure you can only imagine how she’s doing in there, and I can tell you it’s a lot worse than you think. She’s barely fucking holding it together. So whatever plan you two got…Be. Fucking. Careful. I don’t know if she can survive another heartache.”

“I know,” Bucky said. “Trust me, I fucking know. I won’t let this go south. I won’t. But you gotta trust us to do this the right way. ‘Cause like you said, we only got one shot to take Fowler down, and I’m not about to waste it.”

“Alright. Fine.” Peter sighed, sitting down on the chair across from the couch. “What’s the plan then?”

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