#boxer!Nick Fowler x reader

[imaginedreamwrite]

Can we see boxer!Nick seeing shy!Reader for the first time?

The excitement of the crowd was thrilling in itself, the chanting and the jeers as two equally impressive and stacked men had been in the throes of a fight. Your eyes had grown and remained wide when you were enraptured by the powerful swings from the dark blonde fighter to the dark brunette.

“They’re friends!” Your college roommate and the woman who brought you here, Desi, had explained the general concept of this gladiator’s arena in the modern age.

“They’re friends?!” You squeaked, inhaling and holding your breath when the dark blonde opponent fell. “They’re wailing on each other like they hate each other!”

She laughed and wrapped her arm around your shoulders, yanking you closer into her side as she moved down on the stadium bench seats. She was trying to give you a better angle of the ring, allowing you to see the manner in which the brunette was beating his opponent and friend.

“Lloyd Hansen is the guy losing,” she pointed to the man down, his face bloodied and brushed, “Nick Fowler is the guy winning. They’re friends, they like kicking each others ass.”

“Oh god-“ you squeaked again and covered your eyes when Nick Fowler started swinging again, unable to see the other guy taking the blows.

“Oh come on! Doesn’t it make you horny?” Desi laughed again, cathartically waiting for the match to be over so she could take one of the two home. “The sex after these matches…”

“Have you ever slept with one?” You only removed your hands from your eyes as the crowd exploded in cheers and the final bell rang.

As you lowered your hands you’d taken notice of Desi standing on the bench seat with a spare bra hanging from her fingertips and her wild screeching haunts an attempt to gain the winner’s favour. You watched her, unable to look away as she flung one of her bras toward the stage, giggling when it was snatched up by the dark blonde.

“Come on! Come on!” She grabbed your hand before people started to leave their seats at the end of the game, desperate and hastened to beat the crowds. “If we’re quick we can beat the usual bunnies.”

“Bunnies?” You furrowed your brows, calling after her as she lead you from the stands down to the cement floor, and even further back toward the dressing rooms.

“Belt bunnies? Whatever you wanna call them, they’re girls looking to have sex with the boxers.” Desi had been simultaneously describing herself and jeering at the women waiting to see the two coming out.

“Isn’t that what you’re doing?” You pressed yourself back against the wall, unwilling to make yourself a target of the women that were in competition with each other.

“I don’t come to every match, just the ones that Hansen & Fowler have.” She grinned and winked, tossing her raven black hair over her shoulder with a flourish before she stepped forward and yanked her mini-dress down.

“I can go…? I can wait outside..?” The door opened and the first had come out, the guy who lost, though he seemed to wear his loss well.

He hadn’t appeared as big now as he had in the ring, a surprising twist, though he was over 6ft tall and clearly had great muscle definition, he didn’t appear to be an overtly broad and wide man. His dark blonde hair was brushed out of his face and his plump pink lips were tugged into a smirk as he stepped away from his dressing room door with some women clawing to cling to him.

“Hansen,” Desi drew her hand over his bicep as he passed, affectively stirring his attention and captivating hm for a moment, “tough loss isn’t it?”

“Desi, I’m starting to think you’re obsessed.” Lloyd hadn’t brushed the other women off, but he had shown a heightened interest in your friend. “You want to wet my dick that bad, baby?”

“As long as its cleaned first.” She crooned seductively, casting a look back over her shoulder to you with a smirk that you knew meant she was on a mission.

“Fowler!” Lloyd called without turning his head, the voice raised had matched almost synonymously with the door nearest to you opening and the winner stepping out.

In your attempt to push yourself out of the spotlight, you had placed yourself almost directly in front of the dressing room across the way from Lloyd Hansen’s. It was a mistake for you to be here and yet you didn’t have to the chance to scurry away.

You had turned, and were immediately face to chest with Nick Fowler. You had to crane your neck to look up at him, your eyes growing in size at the sheer size of this dangerous and powerful man who had just laid Hansen out. You were watching him just as he was watching you, his blue and captivating eyes holding yours.

“Who’s your friend, Des?” He spoke with a heavy accent, New York or Boston, the added detail to his already husky voice was surprising.

“Nick Fowler, this is my roommate and my friend.” Desi had pulled away from Lloyd Hansen to wrap her arm around your shoulders. “Y/N L/N.”

“Y/N.” His brown hair was still damp from sweat, his lips, like Lloyd’s, had been tugged into a smirk and you could see the lines of a tattooed beneath his light blue shirt. “You’ve never brought her along before, Desi. Why’d you hide someone so cute?”

“I-“ you stammered, your head had become simultaneously filled and empty as you struggled to say something, anything.

“You enjoy the fight, sweetheart? Its your first fight?” He dipped his head, giving you a better look at the fighter.

He was broader than Lloyd Hansen, a few inches taller with more muscle definition. His eyes were crystalline and intensely blue, his lips plump and pink with a little cut on the corner of his mouth.

“I’ve never…” you opened and closed your mouth, your head whipped to the side as you looked for Desi for help.

“She’s shy, Fowler. Don’t scare her.” Desi warned him, her eyes narrowing slightly.

“You wanted to take one of us home, Des?” Nick spoke to her but stared at you, amused and almost taken by you.

You shifted your weight from foot to foot, hyper-aware of the way your thighs had rubbed together with every subtle movement. The cut of your plain black shirt against your chest had seemed painfully tight despite how comfortable you’d found it moments before, and you were already reaching for the front to pull it down to give you something to do.

“Des, you wanna go to a party?” Lloyd drew her attention back to him, the same kind of smirk on his face. “Bring your friend-“

“I’m not a partier. I don’t…party…” you quipped and then rubbed your hands on the front of your shirt. “I’ve never…I don’t…like crowds-“

“Relax, sweetheart.” Nick cut you off, looking past you to Desi. “This party’s a hell of a lot more private than you’d expect. It’s a few friends, their girlfriends.”

“Its not bad, Y/N.” Desi reassured you, looking back at Lloyd with hunger.

“I’m sure I could even find ya a quiet corner to read your book.” Nick whispered in your ear, somehow knowing what was in your bag without even having to guess.

You don’t know what had come over you. With a sharp exhale you agreed, and allowed Desi to pull you along again.

[navybrat817]

“Behave, I wouldn’t want to have to punish you now.”  with Nick Fowler please 🥰

Love this! Thank you for submitting a prompt. Went a little dark with this. ❤️

Snow Globe

Pairing: Dark!Nick Fowler x Female Reader

Summary: Nick thinks snow globes are beautiful, just like you.

Word Count: Over 600

Warnings: Explicit sexual content, NONCON/DUBCON, cockwarming, possessive behavior, Nick Fowler (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Set in the same AU as See Through You and Home Video. And a small submission to @thebasementspouses 's Christmas Challenge with Nick and Snow Globe. ❤️ Written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

“Beautiful, isn't it?”

You peeked up at Nick where he sat on the couch and studied his handsome face. He was in a good mood today. Maybe because he got to sleep in a bit and cuddle with you. He didn't even bother getting fully dressed once he got up. Just put on a pair of boxer briefs and insisted on the two of you staying in.

As if you had a say in the matter.

He chuckled when you let out a hum of confusion. “The snow globe, sweetheart,” he smiled, picking it up from the end table beside him. He gave it a small shake to draw your attention to it more. “See? Beautiful.”

You stared into the snow globe, not at all enraptured like when you saw them in stores or homes. A souvenir like that should have enchanted you with the lightly sparkling snowflakes and glitter. The ethereal vision only served to remind you that looks could be deceiving.

Evil can be beautiful.

Nick Fowler was living proof.

“I thought maybe we could start our own collection,” he continued as he set it down and brushed his fingers along the side of your throat with a soft smile. “Doesn't that sound nice?”

You blinked once. Again, you had no say. You could argue with him, sure. But who knew where that would lead? Nowhere good.

And you didn't want to go down the hard path tonight.

“Fuck, your mouth really does look beautiful stretched around my cock,” he breathed, his fingers drifting along your neck again as he rolled his hips up. “Breaks my heart when you try to fight it, but you aren't fighting now, are you?”

You exhaled through your nose, the urge to gag rising. It was only a few minutes ago when you felt the weight of him slide across your tongue, but it felt more like hours with the slight ache in your jaw. The tip of his cock kept hitting the back of your throat and you willed yourself to stay still and focus on breathing.

At least he was kind enough to give you a pillow for your knees.

“Of course, you aren't. Because as much as you fight it, you love it when I fill you up,” he smirked as you shivered, a darkness settling over your heart. He made you feel good physically every time he took you, but you couldn't let pleasure wear you down. Could you? “And I really do love filling your holes.”

You almost wished he'd stop talking. If he did, you could allow yourself to drift away. You wouldn't disappear into a daze completely, but you could retreat into yourself for a short time and deny that you belonged to him. Which was precisely why he kept speaking.

Nick wouldn't allow you to leave him, even if it was just in your mind.

And with his cock in your mouth, he wouldn't allow you to talk back.

“It’s okay to like being mine, sweetheart,” he whispered.

But why should you like it?

He let out a sharp hiss when your teeth grazed him harder than he liked and gripped the back of your head in a warning. “Behave,” he said in a low voice. “I wouldn't want to have to punish you now.”

He kept you on his cock when you tried to let up, not allowing you any reprieve. Tears formed in the corners of your eyes as you met the burning azure of his gaze, his eyes so dark they were almost black in the dim light. It was like looking into your own twisted snow globe.

You were trapped.

Forever.

I love him. I can't help myself. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Nick Fowler Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[wintersoldierslover]

my fic recs masterlist

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Bucky Barnes:

all bucky barnes

headcanon  -  blurb  -  one-shot  -  series - two-parter

40s  -  The Winter Soldier  -  Avenger  -  TFATWS

dbf!bucky  -  brother’s bff  -  bff’s brother

neighbour  -  housewife reader

lumberjack  -  firefighter  -  bodyguard

priest bucky  -  college

football player  -  hockey player  -  boxer

professor  -  teacher  -  librarian/bookshop

coffee shop  -  soulmate  -  royal

other AUs  -  taboo

moodboard  -  deactivated:(

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Stranger Things characters:

all eddie munson  -  all steve harrington

eddie and steve (x reader)

billy hargrove  -  jason carver  -  mike wheeler

dmitri enzo antonov  -  jim hopper

robin buckley  -  nancy wheeler

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Outer Banks Characters:

all Rafe Cameron

all JJ Maybank

Rafe Cameron and JJ Maybank (x reader)

Pope Heyward  -  Topper Thorton

John B.  -  Sarah Cameron

Kiara Carrera

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Marvel characters:

Wanda Maximoff  -  Kate Bishop

Natasha Romanoff  -  Yelena Belova

Peter Parker  -  Pietro Maximoff

Steve Rogers  -  Stephen Strange

Frank Castle  -  Matt Murdock 

Moon knight  -  Steven Grant

Joaqín Torres - Clint Barton

Loki Laufeyson  -  Druig

Eddie Brock  -  Miles Morales

Miguel O’hara  -  Hobie Brown

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Harry Potter characters:

Sirius Black  -  Remus Lupin 

James Potter  -  Poly!Marauders

Lily potter  -  Cedric Diggory

George Weasley  -  Fred Weasley

Severus Snape  -  Tom Riddle

Draco Malfoy

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Avatar (James Cameron) charachters:

neteyam  -  aonung  -  lo’ak

rotxo  -  kiri  -  spider

jake sully  -  neytiri  -  tsu’tey

tonowari  -  ronal  -  colonel quaritch

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Top Gun chracters:

Fanboy  -  Hangman  -  Rooster  -  Bob

Iceman

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Wednesday characters:

Xavier Thorpe  -  Ajax Petropolus

Wednesday Addams  -  Divina

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Bridgerton characters:

Anthony Bridgerton  -  Benedict Bridgerton

Colin Bridgerton

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Criminal Minds characters:

Spencer Reid  -  Aaron Hotchner

Derek Morgan

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The Last of Us characters:

Joel Miller  -  Ellie Williams

Abby Anderson

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The Devil All The Time characters:

Tommy Matson  -  Lee Bodecker

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Uncharted characters:

Nate Drake  -  Sam Drake

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Euphoria characters:

Elliot (Euphoria)  -  Fezco

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On My Block characters:

Mario Martinez  -  Oscar Diaz

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Modern Family characters:

Luke Dunphy  -  Alex Dunphy

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Ted Lasso:

Roy Kent  -  Jamie Tartt

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NHL players:

Matthew Ktachuk  -  Trevor Zegras

Nolan Patrick  -  Tyler Seguin

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Actors:

Sebastian Stan  -  Joseph Quinn

Jamie Campbell Bower  -  Danny Ramirez

Drew Starkey  -  Rudy Pankow

Ben Hardy  -  Bella Ramsey

Jenna Ortega

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Miscellaneous characters:

Eli ‘Hawk’ Moskowitz  -  Marcus Baker

Rodrick Heffley  -  Hunter Sylvester

Lloyd Hansen  -  Ari Levinson

Nick Fowler  -  Tangerine

Rhett Abbott  -  Hayden ‘Harvard Hottie’

Colin (Not Okay)  -  Min Ho (Xo, Kitty)

Ash (No Exit)  -  James Maguire (Derry Girls)

Jake Peralta  -  Nick Miller  -  Brian O’conner

Anakin Skywalker  -  Bruno Madrigal

Tadashi Hamada  -  Kakashi Hatake

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Miscellaneous real people:

Billie Eilish  -  AEW Hook

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*Updated whenever there’s a new character <3

[barnesafterglow]

eyes filled with stars

summary: nick needs to remind you that you're his

pairing: nick fowler x fem!reader

word count: 1.3k

warnings: jealous nick, unprotected sex (duh), dirty talk, porn with feelings (are we surprised), low key sweet nick, steve rogers cameo

a/n: here's another kinktober prompt!! i'm fairly certain this is the first time i've written for nick so please be kind. also thank you @itistimeforusalltodecidewhoweare for picking this out for me to write bc i was having a time and a half trying to decide. please remember to reblog and comment so i know you enjoyed it!!

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You knew from the moment he touched your arm that Nick would be furious. Nevermind the fact that he suggested you flirt with Senator Rogers to get your foot in the door.

It was supposed to be simple: you talked him up, let him know you would be open to “special favors” if he let you into his intern program, and over the next few weeks you could get the files you needed before he never saw you again.

But that was hard considering Nick was shooting daggers at Rogers, and he had definitely noticed. Instead of being nervous, he kept inching closer until he was gently grazing the bare skin of your back, exposed from the dress you were wearing.

As soon as Nick started pushing his way through the crowd, you knew your chances were blown. You’d later wonder what the last straw was - the way you placed your hand on his chest to laugh at his joke or the way he leaned down to ask if you wanted to go up to his hotel room.

It was all part of Nick’s plan.

You felt his presence before his physical touch - gripping your bicep and pulling you just out of Rogers’ orbit.

“Sorry, I’m going to have to steal her for a moment,” he said, and you could see the tick in his jaw as he clenched it.

“Goodnight, Mr. -” Your words were cut off as Nick gripped your arm tighter and led you to the elevator. You knew you would have bruises in the morning.

As soon as the elevator doors closed, he was crowding you, backing you up until you hit the mirrored wall behind you. The coolness of it dissipated to heat still lingering from the Senator’s touch, and it was like Nick knew.

“Bet you had fun with it, having his attention. Having his hands all over you.” His hands gripped your waist and he was so close you could feel his warm breath fan across your face. “Didn’t you?”

“C’mon, Nick,” you hissed. “I was just doing what you asked me to.”

“Then I was a fucking idiot.” That’s how you knew he was truly upset. He never admitted he was wrong unless he was really wrong. “Couldn’t stand to see his hands on you like that. Couldn’t stand to see his hands on what’s mine.”

Your breath hitched in your throat. No matter how many times you heard it, it never ceased to amaze you that you were his and he was yours.

It took you two long enough, dancing around feelings and playing the most meticulous games, until a night similar to this one, when Nick pinned you down in your hotel bed that night and fucked bruises into you to show you that you were his and his alone. When the bruises faded, he replaced the memory with a ring. A promise. One you were missing right then.

His lips attacked your neck as the elevator shot up, nipping and leaving marks you knew would last long enough to satisfy him. When the doors opened, he gripped your thighs and picked you up, carrying you down the hall to your hotel suite. You took a moment to thank the gods for new age technology because Nick had the door open in seconds, marching you straight to the king size bed and laying you down.

You wondered what the night would bring - hard and rough, making sure you never forgot who you belonged to. Or sweet and passionate, marking in his favorite ways.

By the time he sat you up to peel your dress from your body, he had already stripped down to nothing but grey boxer briefs, and the small stain of precome had your mouth watering. Once your dress pooled on the floor, you made a move to drop to your knees, but Nick gripped your arms, stopping you.

“I’m not waiting to make that pretty pussy mine,” he whispered low and hot in your ear. “Now get on the damn bed.”

Instinctively, you obeyed him, laying back in the fluff of pillows surrounding you, pushing them away until you were propped enough to have a clear view of your lover. He settled on his knees between your thighs, cock standing free and proud against his stomach.

He spread your legs wide, wrapping them around his waist as he bent down to capture lips in a heated kiss. You felt the tip of him slide between your slick folds, and he reached between your bodies to take hold of himself, teasing at your entrance.

“Nick, please,” you pleaded.

“Tell me who you belong to.”

“You, baby, I belong to -” Without warning, he buried himself in you to the hilt, giving you no time to adjust as he fucked into you hard and deep. His thrusts were wild and savage - they were done with the intent of making you feel as good as possible. He always took care of you.

“Gonna make you mine forever,” he whispered into your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

“Already gave me the -,” you moaned as he hit you sweet spot, “gave me the ring.”

“I need more than that, love. Need more of you. Want more than just us.”

“What are you saying, Nick?”

“I’m saying I wanna fuck a baby into this pussy of mine. Have something that’s us. Made by us. That okay with you?”

You couldn’t contain the moans and filth coming from your mouth. Agreeances and “I love you”s and everything in between, clenching tightly around him as he whispered filthy promises of keeping you full, how pretty you would look pregnant, how he wanted a big family with you.

“You like the thought of that, don’t you honey?” he teased. “Like the thought of me keeping you stuffed full until it takes? Wanna be round with my baby, another part of me that’s always with you?”

Nodding frantically, you dug your fingers into his back, pulling him as close to you as possible, leaving angry red marks in the process.

With sweaty bodies pressed together, he came in you, fucking it into you as your own orgasm washed over you.

When your hips stopped grinding and your hands stopped shaking, he slipped out of you, laying beside you on his side. His hand slid back between your thighs, pushing the come that had slipped out of you back in, then stuck his fingers in your mouth and you cleaned the rest off of them.

“You were serious, huh?” you joked once he had pulled his fingers away.

“Look at me,” he said, and gently gripped your chin to turn your head toward him. “Of course I was serious, I want to be with you forever. I want a family with you. I would give this up if you asked me to.”

Your heart melted. You knew Nick loved you, he always made sure to show you, in his own way. But it was unlike him, talking about a future like that. You always figured you would go on as you had, get married one day and keep to the same path. But this was a new side of him he had never shown you until then.

“I can’t wait to have a little Nicky running around here.” A bright smile split across his face and his blue eyes sparkled in the low light of the room.

“Then we better keep trying.”

Without warning, his hands were on your hips, flipping you over on your stomach and lifting your ass up before he settled behind you.

He leaned down to whisper more filth in your ear. “I’m gonna keep you stuffed full all the time, baby. Have to make sure you’re getting every drop.”

His thrust into you had you seeing stars. And all night he showed you a galaxy.

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[mackenzielovee]

protection (9) — ari levinson

summary: Ari and your father have been business partners for ages, and it seems that he doesn't care for you. This doesn't stop you from trying; scheming to make the older man fall for you the same way the rest of your father's men have, too.

pairing: dbf! ari x reader

warnings: swearing, smut (daddy kink, unprotected PinV sex, dirty talk) mention of guns, death

wc: 4.8k

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     You awaken at the same moment Ari does. Everything about the moment seems relaxing; the sun streaming in through the window, his arm wrapped tightly around your stomach, his breaths drawing in and out in perfectly timed beats. 

However, the noise jolts both of you awake, and you gasp as you sit up. Ari stands from the bed immediately and grabs his gun from the nightstand, then aims it at the door. When nobody comes storming in, he tucks on a pair of boxers and looks over at you, giving you a small, convincing smile. 

“It’s okay,” he says carefully, “I’m gonna go investigate. Stay here, okay, baby?”

Another loud noise comes from downstairs, and you jump while grabbing Ari’s free arm. 

“No, Ari, what if—”

“I’ll be fine,” he promises, “Don’t leave the room ‘til I come up to get you.”

You shake your head at him, but when he raises a brow and starts to tug his arm away, you know he’s serious. Naked and scared under his sheets, you watch as he exits the bedroom and closes the door behind him. 

The second he shuts the door, you dive off the bed and pick up his dress shirt — the very same one you removed from him last night — and button it around yourself. Then, you follow right behind him out of the bedroom, not caring one bit about what he told you to do. 

At the bottom of the stairs, you watch Ari hold his gun in front of him and survey the area before moving away, which is when you begin to climb down. You’re careful, slow, and deliberate, and after a minute, you hear Ari’s voice. 

“Jesus— what the fuck are the two of you doing?”

“We’re moving Miss Y/N’s things into the house.”

The voice is Mateo’s, and you instantly relax. You hurry down the remainder of the stairs and freeze when Ari turns and sees you. His eyes grow dark at the sight of you disobeying him, but when he skims over your body in just his shirt, he seems to relax a bit. 

“Morning,” you greet. 

Mateo’s standing in the middle of the entryway beside Javier, who have both moved your dresser inside. When both men hear your voice, they look over at you, skimming over your clothing choice. Mateo instantly looks away, back to Ari, while Javier’s eyes fall to the floor. 

“Well, you scared the fuck out of both of us,” Ari lectures them. 

“Relax, Levinson.”

Nick comes strolling out of Ari’s office in a suit and tie, looking very handsome — although you’d never admit that to anyone. Ari rolls his eyes at the sight, then takes a step back toward you. 

“Meeting’s not ‘til noon, Fowler,” Ari reminds him, “The fuck are you doing here?”

Nick grins and holds up his arm, displaying his watch, “Eleven-thirty. You would’ve been awake, I’m sure, if you hadn’t had such a workout last night.”

Nick’s eyes trail over to you, skimming up your exposed legs. You glare at him and step behind Ari, who already holds a hand out for you. 

“Fuck off, Nick. Don’t look at her. In fact, wait in the office. I’ll be down in a few.”

Nick laughs and gives you a wave before retreating to the office as instructed. Ari turns around to face you, tucking an arm around your waist and pulling you to him roughly. 

“Ari—”

“Thought I told you to wait in bed for me,” he says sternly, letting his eyes wander down to the undone buttons exposing your cleavage just enough, “I wasn’t done with you.”

You smile, “You can always take me back upstairs.”

He shakes his head, guiding you back against the wall. His arm softens the hit, and before you blink, his face is buried in your neck. 

“Can’t wait that long,” he replies. 

“Wait—” you whimper when he starts to drag your legs up and around him, “What about—-”

Without lifting a finger or his face, he speaks loudly and aggressively. 

“Mateo, you two morons go get the rest of the stuff from the truck. Take ten minutes.”

Mateo clears his throat, “Um, yes, sir.”

You give in and let Ari guide your legs around his waist once the men have exited the space. He moves up your jaw and cheek to your lips, where he captures you and holds you there until you feel dizzy. His fingers expertly travel down your body and dip between your legs, feeling how desperate you already are for him. 

“I think I’m addicted, baby,” he murmurs, “So fucking addicted to this tight little pussy.”

“Daddy,” you moan, tugging on his hair as he shoves his boxers down to his ankles. 

“Shh,” Ari whispers in your ear, “I told you to stay upstairs, right, princess? Did you listen to me?”

You whimper, shoving your hips forward as you beg, “No.”

“No,” he repeats smugly, “So, daddy’s gonna take what he wants, and then you’re gonna go wait for him in bed until he’s done with his meeting. Fair?”

You pout and Ari pulls back, then pecks your lips several times before raising a brow, expecting an answer. 

“Fair,” you nod. 

“Good girl,” he smiles. 

Ari reaches down with one hand and guides himself into you. He’s slow, patient, and he revels in the gasp that you suck in as he pushes deeper. Your thighs start to shake so he steadies them with his hands, then kisses your lips again to distract you from the stretch. 

“Oh, God,” you whimper when he’s fully buried inside. 

Ari laughs, “Not quite, baby. We gotta be quick, okay? Daddy has a meeting.”

You nod, whimpering when he starts to move. His thrusts are different than last night; this time, he sets the pace immediately and sticks to it — brutal, unforgiving, and rough. One of his palms comes up and wraps around your neck while the other grips your hips so tightly, you’re sure you’ll have a bruise there. 

He drives in and out and in and out, never once stopping to let you breathe. You can feel him everywhere, his touch burning holes in your body. 

“Ari—Ari, oh, fuck, please,” you whine, not sure what you’re even begging for. 

Ari can tell this, because when he catches a glimpse of the dumbed out expression on your face, he grins and kisses your forehead. 

“I’ve got you. Just let daddy take what he needs. Be good for me. Can you do that?”

“Mhm,” you hum, clawing at his back. 

“Thank you, baby,” he says, kissing down your neck, “Cum for me when you’re ready.”

You roll your hips against his and listen to the groan he lets out. When his lips travel down to your collarbones, where he playfully bites your skin, you clench around him. He snickers against your skin and does it again, moaning when he feels you squeeze him even harder. 

“Daddy, I—” you stop and take a shaky breath in, “I’m gonna cum, I think.”

“Go ahead, I’m right behind you. Cum for me, baby, soak my fucking cock,” he growls. 

He nips at your neck one last time just to shove you over the edge, which he does successfully. You finish around him and he releases inside you a moment later, groaning loudly. 

You grip him tight while you catch your breath, trying your best to steady yourself in Ari’s arms. You feel weak, like all the energy you woke up with has been taken just in one round with him. Ari pulls back and sees your expression along with your droopy eyes, then laughs to himself. He kisses you a few times, which you welcome, then slowly slips out of you, 

With your legs still locked around his waist, Ari carries you back upstairs and to his bedroom. He lays you back down in bed and then grabs a pair of your panties from his dresser drawer, then slides them up your legs. 

“What’re you doin’?” you ask him sleepily. 

He smiles, brushing hair from your face, “Keeping you messy, princess. I’m still not done with you. Take a nap, I’ll come back to you soon.”

You smile against his warm palm as he strokes your cheek. Innocently, you tug him down for a kiss, which he obliges, then pulls the comforter over your body. 

“Daddy?” you call before he can escape the room. 

“Yeah?”

Your brain is fuzzy, you’re already most of the way asleep, but you have to tell him. You can hear his words clear as day in your mind, and you have to tell him. 

“I love you, too.”

Ari stands, frozen in the doorway, until he hears your soft snores. The same little snores he fell asleep to last night; the only sound that he thinks could ever calm him. Then, softly, he exits the room and closes the door behind him, trying his damndest to get his mind ready to handle business. 

     When you wake again, you’re tangled in the sheets on Ari’s side of the bed. The sun streams in and the house is quiet, but you know it’s time to get up. There’s a dull ache between your legs, but it instantly makes you smile. 

You recall how Ari carried you upstairs and tucked you in, and you recall how you—-

 Told him you loved him. 

Your eyes widen and you sit up, still in Ari’s dress shirt and panties. You bite your nails as you think about how you want to handle it — if you should pretend like you don’t remember anything, or if you should just be honest with him. 

Deciding to try and put it out of your mind for now, you decide to take a shower. You know Ari wanted you to stay messy, but you settle for leaving the panties he put on you out for him to find when he comes upstairs. 

Your shower is long, and the only reason you get out is because your stomach growls. Quickly, you dress, then make your way downstairs. Mateo, you find instantly, and when he sees you — fully dressed, now — he gives you a warm smile. 

“Hi, Miss,” he says cheerfully, “We set all of your things up in the guest room. I’ll be happy to move anything upstairs for you, too.”

“Thank you,” you reply, “Did you… Did you see my dad?”

Mateo frowns, “Yes, ma’am.”

“Did he say anything to you?”

His eyes leave you, darting around the room in hopes for a distraction. He doesn’t find one. You cross your arms defensively, urging him to answer. 

“He asked me not to remove anything from the house,” Mateo finally says, speaking slowly. 

You raise a brow, “How did you do it, then?”

“Um,” he stutters, scratching the back of his neck, “Javier held a gun to his head while Nick and I moved your stuff out.”

You swallow, digesting that image before you allow another question to escape from your mind. 

“Did he say anything about me?”

Mateo’s shoulders fall, like he’d been silently urging you to not ask that question. Instead of responding right away, he closes his eyes and looks to the floor, collecting himself before he shifts back up to you. 

“No, ma’am,” he replies. 

You know he’s lying, but you don’t call him on it. Instead, you nod, then inch toward Ari’s office. You know it hasn’t been long since he separated from you, but you can’t help yourself. You miss him. 

As if reading your mind, Mateo side-steps you and knocks on Ari’s office door, then peaks his head inside when the call comes for him to enter. 

“Miss Y/N wants to see you,” Mateo says, “Not an emergency.”

Your eyes widen, and just as you open your mouth to object and say that everything is fine, Ari’s voice sounds from inside. 

“Come on in, baby.”

Mateo gives you a warm smile and holds the door open for you. Slipping through, you enter and find Ari and Nick inside. Ari’s seated behind his desk with papers scattered around. Nick is holding a file folder in his lap and sipping on a glass of whiskey. He gives you a smirk when you enter, but you look to Ari, instead. 

“Hey, sweetie. Come in to give us some entertainment?” Nick asks, grinning when Ari’s eyes narrow at him. 

“Everything okay?” Ari asks patiently, gesturing you over. 

You nod, sinking into his arms when he opens them. He welcomes you onto his lap and strokes over the skin on your thighs, then kisses your forehead. 

“Lonely,” you whisper to him in an attempt to explain, “Not trying to interrupt.”

“What a sweet girl,” Nick continues. 

“Nick, shut the fuck up,” Ari growls, “Add something useful, or leave.”

Nick chuckles to himself, then sits up in his chair and glances down at his folder. Ari’s palms remain soft against your skin, stroking up and down as if it’s a mere habit by now. 

“Alright, fine,” Nick sighs, “Looks like you’ll have to transfer about… I don’t know, thirty? Costs a fuckin’ lot, but you’re getting a good return on your investment— are you fucking listening?”

Ari’s face is buried in your neck now, and you smile when you see how much this annoys Nick. 

“Yeah,” Ari mumbles against your skin, kissing you softly, “Thirty million. Got it.”

You tense, “Thirty million?”

Nick smirks, “Didn’t know your daddy was so rich?”

“Out,” Ari demands, “Leave the file and get out.”

Nick rolls his eyes and slaps the file down on Ari’s desk, then drains the remainder of his whiskey. He glances over at you once again, then offers you his empty glass. 

“You’ll have to drink with us soon, lovely. I’ll bet you’re a lot of fun when you’ve had a few.”

“I will not ask again,” Ari says harshly. 

Nick holds up his hands in surrender, then leaves the office without another word. As soon as the door clicks behind him, you turn on Ari’s lap.

“I didn’t mean to stop your meeting,” you pout. 

“It’s okay, he was annoying me, anyway,” Ari replies, kissing your lips, “How was your nap?”

“Good,” you say, “Mateo got all my stuff.”

“I heard. Are you happy about that?”

“Yes.”

Ari smiles at this, and the sight makes you smile, too. Your heart feels as if it’s soaring in your chest, and you remember what Ari told you last night. What you told him today. How much you meant the words as they escaped you. 

“Ari,” you say gently, squirming on his lap, “I heard what you said last night.”

He nods, “I know. I kind of figured after you said it back to me, today.”

You shift again, growing shy at his assertiveness. He doesn’t seem embarrassed or uncomfortable in any way, leaving you feeling as if you’re being dramatic. 

“I do, you know,” you say quietly. 

He grins and kisses your head, “I know. I was surprised you said it, but I know.”

You peek up at him through your lashes and allow your eyes to travel over every inch of his face. 

“You were surprised?” 

He nods, “Yeah. I didn’t even need you to tell me. I see it every time you look at me.”

You pout and, before you can help yourself, you turn around in his lap and straddle him, then kiss his cheeks and his lips. He laughs and presses his palms into your waist, tugging you back only slightly so he can get a look at you. 

“I needed you to say it,” you confess, “Still kinda do.”

“Baby,” he says, cupping your chin, “I love you. So much.”

“I love you, too, Ari.”

He smiles and pulls you to his lips, kissing the life out of you the second you get close enough. He doesn’t stop and neither do you; not until there’s a knock on Ari’s office door. 

“Are you guys fucking?” Nick yells. 

“No, Nick,” Ari huffs. 

The door shoves open and Nick’s head peeks through, smirking widely when he sees your position on Ari’s lap. 

“Hey, bonita, there’s a meal out here for you,” he teases, “Paired nicely with a very sad man on the side.”

“Huh?” you question. 

Nick shrugs incredulously, “My guess is, he heard the two of you going at it, then saw the two of you going at it, and—”

“Are you talking about Javier?” you ask, scoffing, “He knows I’m with Ari.”

“Right,” Nick nods, “I just don’t think he imagined having to witness the two of you playing house and fucking every five seconds.”

You roll your eyes, then kiss Ari one last time, “I’ll handle him.”

“So will I,” Ari grunts, but when you narrow your eyes at him, he shakes his head and nods to the door. 

You crawl off his lap and walk past Nick, not bothering to even look his way as you exit. Nick laughs at this, then turns to Ari again. You hear his comment faintly before you disappear down the hallway. 

“Damn, submissive but feisty. Who woulda thought?”

“Shut the fuck up, Nick.”

     You’re already on the defensive as you make your way out into the dining room. Javier sits with a plate in front of him, lazily pushing around vegetables with his fork. You stop for a moment and try to collect yourself, then approach him and stop in front of the empty seat that also houses a plate of food. 

Javier glances up at you and gives you a sad smile, then gestures for you to sit. 

“Hi,” he mumbles quietly.

“Hi,” you reply, no emotion in your voice.

You take the seat and unfold your napkin, placing it on your lap before picking up your utensils. The room falls silent as you cut up your chicken, then steal a quick glance up at him. 

“All your stuff is moved into the guest room,” he informs you, “Thought you might stay in there, given everything that’s happened.”

“Everything?” you ask. 

He shrugs and flicks a green bean with his fork, “Vick’s death. I kinda thought you and Ari were still working though that.”

“What Ari and I are doing is none of your business,” you reply, your tone clipped. 

“I’m just saying—”

“I’m just saying that your opinion has no place at this table,” you snap, “Yes, Ari killed Vick, but he was also the only one out of all of you that was keeping my best interest at heart.”

Javier’s eyes narrow as he looks up at you, “I was doing what I thought was right for you, too. He’s not good for you, Y/N, he’s a murderer.”

“What is or is not good for me is none of your fucking business, Javier,” you say sharply, standing from your seat. 

Javier opens his mouth to reply, but Ari beats him to it. Flying out of his office, gun in hand, Ari loiters in the doorway. You don’t say a word or look over at him; convincing yourself you can fight this one. When Javier’s eyes move back up to yours, he shakes his head.

“So, what?” Javier scoffs, “You’re gonna let Vick’s death slide because you’re fucking the boss?”

Ari steps into the room and raises his gun, speaking clearly and aggressively, “Maybe I’ll make it a two for one.”

You, having no patience for their games anymore, snap. Not even meaning to, you hold your hand up to silence him. 

“Sit down, Ari, I’m handling it.”

The words pour from your mouth before you can stop them. Instead of trying to take them back, however, you gesture to the seat beside you and silently demand for him to obey. Much to your surprise, he does. 

“He’s all yours,” Ari replies cooly, setting his gun on the dining room table. 

Javier’s eyes widen at the control you have over the boss, and the expression on his face makes you smirk. You lean forward and catch Javier’s attention once more, then cross your arms over your chest. 

“I understand that you’re sad about Vick. But you need to understand that what you did, what you, Vick, and my father did, was unacceptable. You can play it off and tell me that you thought you were doing right by me, but you weren’t. You and I both know that you thought there would be an opening for you to swoop in and save me if Ari turns into the bad guy, right? And I was willing to forgive you, but I won’t keep having this conversation with you. So, you need to move the fuck on and get over me before I kick you out of this house. Clear?”

Javier frowns, and his eyes fall to the table, “Yeah.”

“Good.”

You leave your dinner at the table and storm out of the dining room, not caring one bit about leaving the men to talk to one another. Faintly, you hear Ari’s chair scratch against the floor as he stands, then his voice. 

“The only reason I haven’t put a bullet through your fucking skull is because she asked me not to. You might want to make sure that doesn’t change.”

Even though his words should scare you, they don’t. Instead, you smirk and head up the stairs, knowing full well that Ari will follow. 

     The knock on the bedroom door draws you out of your head and stops you from pacing. Just for a moment. You know it’s Ari, even though he rarely knocks.

“Come in,” you say gruffly, continuing your pacing in front of the bed. 

Ari slides inside and shuts the door behind himself, then stands in front of the door with his hands on his hips. 

He doesn’t speak, and neither do you. You take a deep breath, then exhale all at once as you turn, pacing back toward Ari. 

“Are we kidding ourselves?” you ask him, but leave him no room to answer, “Me and you. Are we just pretending that we can make this work?”

“What?” Ari furrows his brows, “No. Fuck no. What makes you even think that?”

You scoff, “You shot Vick, Ari.”

“He hurt you, Y/N,” he replies, as if it’s obvious, “Fuck Javier. Fuck Mateo. Fuck anyone who makes you feel like you have to apologize for my actions.”

You stop pacing and look up at him, taking in the stern expression on his face. More than anything, you want to trace over the crease between his eyebrows and the frown line in his cheeks. 

He takes a step forward then, and you can feel everything else melt away as soon as you smell him. You want his warm hands on you, his lips on your cheek, his heartbeat against your temple. 

“Javier’s right,” he shrugs, “I am a murderer. But, the only people I’ve ever killed were ones that held guns up to me, or the people I love, first. So, ask me if I regret it. Ask me if I’d kill Vick all over again if it meant that someone paid for breaking your fucking heart. Ask me.”

You shake your head when he steps closer, “No. I don’t need to.”

“Why not?”

You chuckle dryly, “Because, Ari. The answer doesn’t fucking matter. I love you either way.”

“Then come here.”

You nod and walk over to him, collapsing into his chest when you’re close enough. He pulls you in and wraps both of his arms completely around you, stroking through your hair and breathing you in as if it’s been ages since he held you. 

Ari seems to relax once you’re in his hold, and you feel yourself relaxing, too. You replay the argument downstairs in your head and smile to yourself when you remember how Ari immediately obeyed you — in front of Javier — when you told him to sit down. As if he can read your mind, Ari snickers himself before he speaks. 

“You know,” he mumbles into the top of your head, “It was really sexy the way you bossed me around downstairs.”

You smile and pull back, “I had something to say, and I needed you to hush.”

Grinning, Ari leans down and kisses you gently. You return it, combing your fingers through his beard the way he loves. 

“You’re the only person on this planet that can get away with that shit.”

“I know.”

You both laugh and pull the other closer, still believing that’s possible. A knock at the door pulls you both apart only by inches, and when Ari yells for them to come in, Nick’s head appears through the door.

“You’re all set, boss,” he smirks, then looks over at you and shoots you a wink, “Ma’am.”

“Thanks, Nick,” Ari replies, waving him out of the room. 

“All set for what?” you ask. 

He smiles, suddenly looking completely smug as you stare up at him. His fingers lace through yours and he starts to tug you toward the door while nodding his head lazily for you to follow. 

“Come with me,” he murmurs, “I have a surprise.”

     Ari tugs you through the back door and out to the pool deck, where you sat with Javier and Mateo yesterday. It’s lit up this time; complete with deck lights and string lights across the yard beside the pool. At the table, two chairs are pushed together, and they sit behind trays of food and a bucket with a champagne bottle. You furrow your eyebrows but follow him over anyway, collapsing into his chest when he finally halts. 

“We’ve never been on a date,” he says quietly. 

Your heart stops in your chest, but you don’t let it show. You just stay tucked into him, letting him comb his fingers through your hair and hold you close. 

“No?” you tease. 

“No,” he chuckles, “I thought maybe we could start tonight, and then go on a date at a real restaurant tomorrow.”

You grin against his chest, knowing he can feel it. Slowly, you nod your head. 

“Okay.”

All too soon, you find yourself seated beside Ari in your chair, with a champagne flute in your hand. He takes a seat beside you, then reaches down and grabs the leg of your chair and pulls you even closer to him. He relaxes when his arm settles on the back of your seat, and you lean your head on his chest. 

“Do you miss it?” he asks. 

“Miss what?”

He shrugs innocently, “Your house. Your life. Your father.”

“No,” you answer immediately, shifting to look him in the eye, “Ari, I was a prisoner there. I couldn’t leave the house without his men, I couldn’t come downstairs half the time because there was a meeting, and— I never got to decide what I ate!”

He laughs and shakes his head at the end of your sentence, earning a laugh from you, too. 

“What are you talking about?” he questions. 

“Javi or someone else always just made me food. I never got to say ‘hey, make me a steak with mashed potatoes’.”

He rolls his eyes, but hides it as he smirks, ��Well, I promise, baby, if you want a steak here, I’ll have it made for you as soon as possible.”

“Thank you,” you smile, cuddling closer, “Do you miss him? My dad?”

“I wouldn’t trade what I have.”

Your heart burns with pride, but Ari’s voice is colder than before. You swallow and decide to push him, even though you probably shouldn’t. 

“That’s not what I asked.”

He sighs loudly, taking his time, “We have different views on business. I think it was time for us to part ways, anyway.”

“So, you don’t regret it?”

Ari frowns and looks down at you, tipping your chin up with his hand so you’re at his mercy. 

“Not for a single second, alright?” he says.

You nod. Ari leans down and slowly connects your lips, giving you a meaningful, passionate, heartfelt kiss. He doesn’t try to deepen it, he merely keeps you pressed against him until he decides to pull back. 

“Love you, Ari,” you whisper. 

“I love you, too, princess.”

Your head meets his chest again, and this time, you relax into him. You drain your champagne flute, then set it on the table. Ari uses your glass and pours himself something to drink while he tells you about how he met Nick, and you eat up every single word. 

Soon, you find yourself on his lap, too much champagne in your veins, and Ari feeding you grapes. He groans and clenches his jaw when you take his index finger into his mouth, then remove it and give him a long, slow kiss. 

The remainder of the night is like that; passionate kisses and snacking on the food while you swap stories about each other. Ari laughs more than you’ve ever seen in your life, and it’s a sight you savor. Because it’s him, after all. And despite all of his flaws, you could not love Ari Levinson more if you tried.

a/n: so so so excited about where this is going and i hope you guys enjoyed!! pls give me any and all feedback! reblogs are appreciated and thank you!

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[sebastiansluts]

dark mafia nick fowler and innocent reader with non con, gunplay, choking/slapping, piss kink and degradation. also aftercare 🥺

Nick Fowler x Reader; non!con, gunplay, choking, slapping, piss kink, degradation, aftercare

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"If you're not naked on the bed in one minute I'm going to go put a bullet through your head," Nick said casually, pointing his gun at you. You blanched, heart racing and quickly shed your clothes, scrambling onto the bed as fast as you could, not caring what he saw.

"Mm, look at that little cunt, gonna stretch that out," Nick smirked at your flush, walking up to you and wrapping his hand around your throat. "You'd let me do anything, wouldn't you slut? Could shove this gun up that cunt and make you thank me for it, would you like that?"

"Whatever you want Sir," you whispered, Nick trailing the gun across your folds, other hand still around your throat. He squeezed his hand as he shoved the gun into your pussy, the cold metal making you gasp out what little air you had.

You struggled for air, Nick slowly pumping the barrel of the gun in and out of your pussy before pulling it out and licking it. Your eyes rolled and he released you, setting the gun on the nightstand as you gasped for breath. He undid his pants, moving you around like a rag doll until he was positioned between your legs, shoving into your cunt.

You clenched hard, the stretch a bit more than the gun. "Please Sir," you whimpered, and Nick slapped you, and picked up the gun, running it down your cheek.

"Shh, don't fucking talk slut, don't make me gag you. I don't think you'd like it very much," he warned, pressing the barrel to your lips. You swallowed hard, eyes wide, practically kissing the gun.

Nick groaned, fucking you faster, making you keen. "Yeah, you're gonna fucking come aren't you whore? Gonna come for the big bad man? Gonna fucking squirt on my big cock? Do it slut, come for me," he ordered, slapping your face hard.

Your breath hitched, your head going fuzzy as you came, tensing and releasing as you squirted, drenching his pants. "Fuck, there you go whore, gonna fucking fill you now, make you burst with it, take it all in your tiny cunt, stuff it fucking full," Nick grunted, fucking his hips hard into yours as he came, coating your insides.

Nick pulled out, groaning at the sight of his cum leaking out of you, and began pissing on you, right where his cum was dripping out. "Fucking own you slut, you're mine, you get that? This is my cum, in my cunt, in my whore." He finished pissing on your face, and set his gun back down, pulling the blanket out from under you, wiping your face and casting it aside, pulling out a new one. He took off his pants, leaving him in his boxer briefs, then climbed into bed with you, cuddling you into his arms as he placed the blanket over the two of you.

"Did so well sweetheart," Nick said, pressing a kiss to your head. "Listened to me and did exactly what I wanted, you were such a good girl." Nick rubbed your back as you laid against him, breathing deeply, inhaling his scent. He fed you some water and fruits, before letting you doze, swirling patterns in your hair and on your skin with his fingers, murmuring reassurances to you all the while.

[imaginedreamwrite]

I’m super late because we’ve been dealing with a family crisis.

I was hoping I could somehow slide in a request for “It’s not lingerie, but…”

Shy!Reader wearing only an oversized starwars shirt while she’s perched in her corner reading that drives her man nearly feral.

Or

Ari’s Princess posting a selfie in a new sundress that makes him short circuit in a meeting.

The knock on the door was soft enough not to disturb your neighbours but had stirred you from your deep dive into the book you were reading. You’d closed it with a snap and set it aside while you stood from the couch to approach the front door. You had shuffled across the floor and leaned on your tippy toes to see through the peephole, your eyebrows furrowing.

“She’s drunk.” Nick called to you and supported her against his side while you opened the door, a sudden snap of tension settling into place when Nick looked you up at down.

“Hey babe! I went out, I drank a lot, I had…so many shoooooots!” Desi giggled and tapped Nick’s shoulder. “Nick and Lloyd won! They win, babe!”

His eyes settled on the hem of your oversized shirt that had cut across your thighs and covered the edge of your shorts. He hovered upon the sight of your bare legs before he then raked his hunger gaze up the rest of you. His eyes settled on the weight of your breasts beneath the shirt and the peaks of your nipples.

“Wanna help her in, sweetheart? Or are ya gonna let me stand here all night?” Nick’s accent was thick, it was brimming with desire and want as he addressed you.

“Y-yes,” you stuttered and stammered, stepping aside to let him in with Desi, shivering when his eyes pierced yours in pass, “her r-room is down the hall.”

Nick moved securely, taking Desi with her to her room while you followed. You stepped on after them, helping Desi into the bed when she stumbled to the mattress. You covered her up and tucked the blanket under her chin as best as you could while she had mumbled and muttered under her breath.

You stepped back bumping into Nick’s firm chest, a shiver running through you when Nick rest his hands upon your hips and slowly pulled your shirt up over your hips. He had stepped back with you pulling you back out of the room, only stopping to reach past you and close the door.

The tongue clicked with the groove, the barrier locking you and Nick out. You had inhaled sharply, breathing in his scent when he leaned in and brushed his lips against your ear. His hands were firm in your waist, his strong chest flush against your back. There wasn’t a spare inch between you, not a single space between your back and his chest, your earlobe and his lips.

“Do you need me, sweetheart? To stay with you?” Nick’s hand slipped under your shirt, fingertips brushing against your stomach trailing up to the edge of your breasts.

“N-no…I’ll be f-fine-“ your voice wavered, your eyes fluttering closed. “You should g-go-“

“I interrupted your reading.” Nick didn’t let you go, rather he had continued to lead you back into the living room. “Finish your chapter, I’m ordering us dinner.”

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Nick “I wanna taste you on my tongue from the middle of the ring” Fowler

He makes sure to keep his shy!Reader pinned down against the edge of any surface so he can fill up on his good luck charm before heading into the ring

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To make Nick’s bookish/nerdy reader plus-size/chubby or not…?

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Partners in Crime

Pairing: Mob!Nick Fowler x Female Reader Summary: A night out with one of your father's most trusted associates puts you on a new and dangerous path. Word Count: Over 1.9k Warnings: Implied e/xplicit s/exual content, d/runk s/ex (con-sensual), d/rinking, talk of v/iolence, p/ossessive behavior, possible soft!dark vibes if you squint, engagement, not-so-great dad, Nick Fowler (he's a warning, okay?). Graphic talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics , Nick edit - Nix, Moodboard - yours truly A/N: Welcome to my Wicked Arrangements AU! For @the-slumberparty 's April Writing Challenge (prompt in bold italics) and we'll see a few other characters down the road. ❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby and pre-read by @slyyywriting ​, but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

The first thought that entered your mind when you woke up was that you were never drinking whiskey again. You couldn't even remember how much you had, but you weren’t going to bounce back immediately from this hangover. You tried to avoid getting drunk whenever you could. At least it wasn't at your dad's party.

Not that you stuck around for most of it anyway.

Nick Fowler, one of the most powerful men in the city and your dad's most trusted associate, was waiting by your car when you left.

"Why don't we have a real party?

A man as ruthless and dangerous as he is beautiful, there was a reason why so many wanted him on their side. He wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty or the kind of man to cross. Though he didn't say much to you with your dad around, it didn't stop him from eye fucking you every chance he had.

It was only natural that you wanted him.

"Sure. I could use a distraction."

"Oh, sweetheart, I'll give you much more than that."

With a groan, you cracked one eye open and then the other. The pounding headache made it difficult to see as you tried to blink away the spots in your vision. If you had to choose an equivalent to what your throat felt like, sandpaper would be the closest. At least you didn't get sick. The bed you laid in was also comfortable and the sheets kept your naked body warm enough.

You forgot about the pain in your head as the ache between your legs grabbed your attention.

Oh, yeah. That happened.

Closing your eyes, a blurred vision of tangled limbs surfaced, the blue eyes of Nick piercing through the fog.

“Knew you’d take my cock like a good girl.”

And you did over and over.

Doing your best not to move too fast, you carefully turned your head and opened your eyes again. You expected to see him sleeping beside you, but he wasn’t there. Gently touching the spot, you noticed it still had a bit of warmth. Maybe he went to the bathroom or decided to get breakfast.

It took a moment to register that something sparkled on your left hand as sunlight peeked in through the curtain. “What the hell?” you mumbled as you stared at the diamond ring on the fourth digit.

A ring that looked suspiciously like an engagement ring.

No, no, no, we did not.

“Morning, sweetheart,” a familiar voice gently pierced the air as you kept staring at your finger. "Surprised to see you awake. How are you feeling?"

You tore your gaze away to look at Nick, who had an all too smug look on his eyes.

"I don't know yet," you said honestly, clearing the scratch from your throat.

Nick hummed as he walked across the room in just his underwear. A hint of a smirk formed on his handsome face as you admired him. The black suits he normally wore hid how broad his shoulders and chest were. They also hid most of his tattoos, which you vaguely recall tracing a few with your fingers and tongue. Your gaze trailed down his chiseled abs to the front of his boxers, the throbbing ache between your thighs intensifying.

No. Focus.

"You did say too much whiskey would give you a headache," he said, handing you some aspirin and water.

You quickly took the pills with a generous gulp, the cold liquid soothing the slight burn in your throat. "Did we…?" you trailed off.

"Did we what?" he asked, running a hand through his short hair. You were pretty sure you tried to pull it while you rode him. "We did a lot of things last night, so you'll need to be more specific."

Your cheeks flamed as you held up your hand, proud when it didn't shake. "This."

He slowly ducked down and you couldn't stop the hitch in your breath as his lips touched your forehead. "Get married? No," he said, pressing a soft kiss against your skin.

You could breathe a bit easier. While your dad wouldn't lay a hand on you if you married without his permission, he could and would wreck the life you tried to have beyond the bubble he put you in. Piece by piece.

"But you also said I couldn't have you unless I put a ring on your finger, so I did."

"I was kidding!" you said. No way he actually believed that.

"I took it seriously," he murmured, moving his mouth to your ear. "And it's a perfect fit. Just like my cock inside you."

"Oh, my god," you whispered.

"You said that, too," he whispered, dragging his lips down the column of your neck. The scruff on his chin left a delicious burn in its path. "I reminded you to say my name instead."

The gravel of his voice sent a shiver down your spine before you moved to the other side of the bed and out of his reach. "I need a minute," you said, feeling his eyes on you as you stood up.

"I'll be waiting."

You didn't bother to cover yourself up as you went to the bathroom, your head not spinning as much as you expected it to. Nick saw everything last night and into the early morning, so you had no shame if you watched your hips sway. Splashing some water on your face, you had no idea where to go from here. While Nick was fun and a wonderful distraction, you couldn't help but wonder if last night was a calculated move.

It wasn't a secret that your dad wanted a son to take over his empire one day. He got you instead. He should have been a good father who loved and cared for you, but he treated you as an investment. You had a good education after you chose a college from the options he provided you. The same with your job as he limited the places you could apply to.

While he didn't keep you in a cage, he certainly kept you on a leash.

Maybe if mom was still around, things would be different.

You would only take over his businesses with a man of his choice by your side. He usually only had you around his inner circle of men long enough for them to flirt and leer at you. You were certain he was prepping you for the highest bidder.

Are you that bidder, Nick?

"Why were you waiting for me last night?" you asked once you went back into the bedroom where Nick was now on the bed. "Did my dad ask you to?"

"I was waiting for you because I wanted you. I thought that was obvious," he answered, unashamedly looking you over as you joined him. He reached for you, his fingers surprisingly gentle as he touched your cheek. "And I got tired of waiting."

Nick Fowler got whatever he wanted.

"But did he ask you to?" you repeated, showing him your hand again. "And how the hell did you just happen to have a ring on you my size?"

"Your dad had nothing to do with it. I've had that ring on me and my eye on you for some time," he said, kissing your hand and drawing a gasp from you as he put you on your back. "In case you forgot, I slipped it on after you drank the rest of my Jack Daniels and gave me a lap dance in my private booth. You didn't complain."

You recalled grinding to the beat as Nick sat back and watched. He looked like a modern king on a throne as the lights pulsed around him. No one would have bat an eye if he fucked you in his VIP section.

Which he did.

"We're not actually engaged, Nick. I said I was kidding about putting a ring on my finger."

His eyes darkened as he stretched over you, his muscles rippling before his weight settled. "You said you'd be mine."

Your heart raced, but it wasn't out of fear. "You don't even know me. Not really," you said, thankful that tears didn't fill your eyes.

How could he when no one was able to get close to you?

His knuckles caressed your cheek and you tried not to lean into his touch. "Told you I've had my eye on you for some time, dulceata. I know you better than you think."

You wanted to believe he did, but could you trust a man who worked with your dad? Did he want you simply to gain access to more resources? Gain more power?

"You're manipulative."

"I prefer calculating and there isn't anything wrong with that," he said before his lips touched yours.

His kiss brought back a reminder of the pleasure he gave you, your body humming with the promise of more. The man had layers to him, but something inside you said he wouldn't hurt you. He may be more inclined to hurt anyone who hurt you.

Maybe.

"I guess you have to be in your line of work," you said, a bitter laugh escaping. It was better than crying. "But if you're serious about whatever this is, do you really think my dad will let us be together? Well, he might if he thinks he can get something from you. He does value you. Pretty sure he even likes you more than he likes me."

It didn't hurt to say that as much as you thought it would.

"I don't give a fuck what your dad thinks," he said, his handsome face gazing down at yours. "I know he thinks he can control your life, but he's in for a rude awakening. And I can promise you I would never be that kind of father to our daughter."

"Please, don't talk about us having kids," you begged. You still had too much of a headache for that, but your womb clenched of its own accord.

"Why not?" he smirked. "You're going to be my wife."

I'm not even going to argue for the time being.

"Well, I need to rest, future husband," you said before he suddenly slid down your body and parted your legs. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Just looking at the pretty pussy I ruined," he said, tracing a finger along your slit. Your body quickly responded to his touch and you weren't ashamed of the small moan you let out. "Which belongs to me now. If it wasn’t meant to be, you wouldn’t fit me so perfectly.”

"Is that right?" you asked, clenching around nothing.

Should I beg him to fuck me or play a little hard to get?

"You know it does. And if you want to go back to sleep, go right ahead. I'll fuck you until you're stuffed with me and wake you with my tongue," he said, making your back bow as his warm breath skimmed your folds. "You'll be begging me to fuck you all over again."

Your body went pliant against the sheets. "Nick?" you breathed out. "How do I know I can trust you?" You questioned before you would allow him to distract you.

"I guess I'll have to prove my loyalty to you," he replied, his eyes dark and calculating as he looked up at you. "I'll start by killing your father".

Surely Nick doesn't mean that. Right? Hehe. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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Reluctant

Pairings: Max Burnett x Female Reader, Nick Fowler x Female Reader, Max Burnett x Female Reader x Nick Fowler Summary: Max and Nick say you're not playing a game, but you find yourself to be a reluctant player anyway. Word Count: Over 1.3k Warnings: E.S.C., reference to threesome, possessive behavior, manipulation, bickering, slight feels (it's me), Max Burnett and Nick Fowler are kind of assholes (and they're warnings, okay?). A/N: Didn't plan for more this week, but here we are! Set after The Truth Will Set You Free. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Moodboard by yours truly, banner by the wonderful @sgt-seabass, and divider by the amazing @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

Laying in bed in the unfamiliar and impersonal room, you wondered how it came to this. True to Max's word, he didn't tell you where he and Nick brought you after their little interrogation. Though you were angry, it didn't stop you from letting them wreck you once they got you back to this room. Their stamina shouldn't have surprised you, but it did and you graciously took them up on their offer to rest.

They were even nice enough to clean you up.

Not that it did you much good. While your body needed to recoup, your mind didn't stop racing. You felt like you hadn't slept at all.

What do they want with me?

"Get up."

Nick stood beside the bed already dressed for the day in jeans and a light blue sweater. It should've frightened you how quiet could be, especially since you hadn't seen him come back into the room. You could smell breakfast on the other side of the door, tempting you to leave. Despite the small growl in your stomach, you didn't move.

"Good morning to you, too. And no. I'm sore and worn out thanks to the two of you."

Only a little sore. I could go again.

Nick sighed and extended his hand. "You're a better liar than that. And as much as I love seeing you in bed, you can't stay here all day."

"Why not?" you asked, letting the sheet fall as you sat up and stretched your arms over your head. You didn't miss the way Nick eyed the swell of your breasts with a kind of hunger that made you shiver. "I should be on vacation and it's not like I have a job at the moment."

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," he said, his hand still waiting for yours.

"What? You have a job for me?"

"Possibly working with me, yes," he answered without going into more details. "Now get up. I won't ask again."

"Are you always so bossy?" you asked rhetorically.

Reluctantly, you placed your hand in his and allowed him to pull you to your feet. Instead of backing up to give you space, he tugged you close so your naked body brushed against his. You stiffened in his grasp when he grabbed your chin, but you didn't push him away.

"I can't have you uncomfortable being close to me if we're going to work together," he said as his thumb swept over your lower lip. "But I'm happy to remind you how much you liked me being inside you if that's what it takes."

You allowed Nick to slip his thumb past your lips. The stretch you felt when his cock breached you earlier was a beautiful thing. Being between his and Max's bodies, you fell to pieces. The problem is you didn't recognize yourself once you put yourself back together. You had some jagged edges before you met Max, but you were no longer your own puzzle master.

You were a puppet on a string.

Nick hissed when you bit down on his thumb and wrenched his hand free. You didn't draw blood, but you wanted him to feel a sting. It wasn't wrong that part of you felt a little vindictive.

"Not interested in working with you, Nick," you said as you grabbed his hand. Looking into his eyes, you brought it back to your mouth and kissed the bite mark on his thumb. "But thanks for asking."

"Told you so," Max said from the doorway, clad in boxers and a t-shirt.

Your stomach twisted as you glanced at him. There was still so much you needed to say to him. Was your head even in the right place for it?

Nick glared as the darker haired man. "Yeah? And you think you're in her good graces?"

"Working on it," he shrugged.

"Don't talk about me like I'm not here!" you said, your patience starting to run thin. "We still haven't talked about what the two of you did! I should be on a beach enjoying my day, but now I'm stuck here. And I don't feel like playing any games today."

"We told you this isn't a game," Max said, pointedly ignoring the fact that they played you. "And if it were, do you really think you're winning? We have your phone, ID, and passport locked up for the time being in case you try to run."

"And even if you manage to leave, you don't have access to your money. You don't have anything. Who would help you?" Nick added.

Maybe the man back home you don't know about.

"So I'm a prisoner unless I do what you tell me. And here I thought I was winning because I got the two of you. I'm so lucky. Instead of one dick to deal with, I have two."

Your heart pounded as you glanced between the two of them. Both of them smiled in return.You expected that they'd have full control over the situation. Some part of you deep down thought you deserved this. Most people in your life before didn't care if they ever saw you again.

Most. Not all. But why are these two so eager to hold onto me?

"I thought we fucked most of that brattiness out of you," Nick mused as you tried to shove him away. He didn't budge.

"That's the thing about brattiness. It comes back," Max smiled.

You would know all about that.

"You watched me," you accused Nick, not having to fake the tears that swelled in your eyes. "And you lied to me," you spat at Max.

"Don't look at me like that," he said.

"Like what?" you asked, keeping your gaze as impassive as possible as you blinked the tears away.

"Like I'm going to hurt you," Max said as he walked toward you.

"You already did," you pointed out.

"And I'd do it all over again if it means having you here," Max told you, gripping your chin the way Nick had moments ago. "But we won't hurt you again now that we have you."

The conviction in his voice had your next breath a bit shaky. You stared into his eyes, trying to see beyond the walls he built. You thought you knocked them down, but he had more right behind them.

And Nick was another story. You'd have to peel back the layers to get to the root of him. It was a matter of how to do so.

Because neither of them were sorry since they got you in the end.

"I don't trust either of you. You have to realize that," you said.

Nick brought his mouth to your ear. "We know and can't change what we did."

"But we can show you that it's better to face forward," Max said, brushing his fingers along your neck.

"Show me? How?"

"We know you won't trust our words uet," Nick said, bringing a hand to your hip. "So you'll have to trust our bodies for now."

"It felt good, didn't it? Taking both of us?" Max asked, his voice softening as you briefly closed your eyes. "You nearly soaked the sheets."

"And you did soak our cocks," Nick said as you trembled. "You can do it again."

Before you let them get any further, since your body liked the idea of being between them again, you slipped out of their grasp. "After I eat breakfast," you said, grabbing the nearest discarded shirt to put on.

"After breakfast," Max agreed all too easily.

"And maybe we can talk about the job," you said to Nick. "I'll have to have separate conversations with each of you because I'm still pissed."

Maybe I can tear you each a new one for basically keeping me hostage here.

"A maybe is better than a no," Nick smiled.

You ignored their lustful stares as you stepped backwards toward the door and left the room. You were their prey, but you could also be the predator. It was just a matter of setting the trap.

And if you truly wanted to escape these two men who seemed hellbent on owning you.

Oh, what will we do with them? Hehe. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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