#mob!nick fowler x reader

[navybrat817]

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! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Nick Fowler Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[imaginedreamwrite]

I know it’s Silverfox Sunday today, but could you please tell more about the future mob alphas and plus size reader. Like how did they meet? Is she initially vexed by them? Or a bit intimidated. Also does she ever get bullied?

thanks in advance if you choose to answer this

It is an arranged marriage/relationship, but reader was kind of friends with Nick V before they were told they’d be in an arranged relationship.

She is intimidated by Bucky and Nick because they’re very physically imposing and aware of their status as future mob-men/alphas. She’s more open to Nick V, and Johnny is a cocky shit that drives her crazy

Yes, she does get bullied by some other omegas who’ve been vying for Nick/Bucky/Johnny/Nick even after it was announced that they were “engaged”. They don’t like her, they don’t like her appearance

Little sneak peek:

You future weighed heavily on you. The pairings and match made by your parents, by the lot of them, had been set into motion. An agreement that you could attend an entire year away from home at the university of your choice before coming back here was made and you had been off.

But now you were called back.

Summer was nearly over and you would be attending school with them, finishing off your degree and pursuing a courtship/engagement with dangerous men who would lead and take over the empire laid before their feet.

You hated the idea of this, of them, for the sake of hating it. You hadn’t know any of them, save for an acquaintanceship with Nick Vaughan who you’d had few conversations with.

They were here now, either completely unaware of you or unbothered by your presence. They were all here, Nick, Bucky, Johnny & Nick.

The two cousins, the boxing and kickboxing beasts, were at the bar taking shot after shot while ignoring the wanna-be gumar’s who were trying to slid between their thighs.

Johnny Storm was surrounded by women, omegas clinging to the alpha as he had recalled some great story that boosted his ego. He was cocky, arrogant and proud of it, an alpha who had and could have anyone he wanted.

“Y/N,” and Nick Vaughan, the first to approach you and the first to try and speak to you, “you made it.”

Nick Vaughan, the acquaintance you had met and spoken to a handle of times, was standing less than a foot from you.

“Wow, you look…beautiful.” He admired your choice for this welcome home party.

The red full length patterned skirt had a deep v that showed off part of your leg, the cut of the v ending at the middle of your thigh. A brief glimpse of your stomach was visible with your off the shoulder white peasant top, the sleeves soft and billowy. It was a perfect summer choice, a perfectly inconspicuous look and yet you had still been out dressed by others.

“Where’s your pack of admirers?” Your voice may have taken a harder edge than intended, but Nick didn’t bother reacting.

Instead, he had slipped his hand into the pocket of his jeans and removed a small box. He pressed it into your palm, holding it against you with his slightly curled fingers.

“I have something for you. Its a…welcome home gift. Or even the first courting gift-“ you pulled your hand away, recoiling as if you’d been burned.

“Thanks.” You answered short, almost defensively.

“Aren’t you going to open it?” Nick smiled charmingly, endearingly like an alpha who was already halfway devoted.

You opened the box to appease him though you had faltered soon after. The gold etched chain and the matching decorative charm had been delicate and intricate, and Nick had explained the gift while you studied the small details.

“Its a scent diffuser. I read that they’re good for omegas. Calming-“ you looked up at him, eyebrows knitted together.

“-this move has been hard on you, and trying to get used to all this-“ Nick inches forward, his smile morphed.

“Y/N,” your mother called you, beaming and excited, “you’re here! I missed you, baby! Come say hi to your dad.”

Your mother led you through the crowds with eagerness, excitement abound as she spoke loud and fast. If they hadn’t all known you were before, they sure as hell did now.

[thezombieprostitute]

Garbage Men - Mafia AU

The “Garbage Men” are the guys in the mob who get the dirt on others and clean up after the higher ups. They have many different ways of gathering intel, including running legitimate businesses, keeping ears to the ground, knowing who to bribe and more.

Curtis Everett

Dream Come True (Arc 1)

Summary: One legitimate business is Jefferson/Jensen’s cyber cafe where you regularly go to work. You’ve actually become good friends with Jefferson’s daughter and Jensen’s niece. You even volunteered as their after-school tutor. One day, there’s a robbery attempt where you get hurt protecting the girls. This is how you are introduced to Curtis Everett, the guy in charge of the “Garbage Men”.

Nightmares (Arc 2)

Part 1

Summary: You and Curtis are having to deal with literal and figurative nightmares while working to make sure the Garbage Men operation runs smoothly.

Asks/Drabbles:

Curtis's Dreams

Reader's Dreams

Rough Day Cure

Relationship Asks - Clothing & Nightly Routine

James Mace

Sparks Fly (Arc 1)

Summary: After working as an engineer for Wilford & Gilliam Trust for several years you find evidence of seedy dealings and burned books. After turning in the evidence you find yourself in danger and seek help. You're taken into the protection of a mob family where you run into your high school best friend, Mace.

Frayed (Arc 2)

Part 1

Summary: There are so many new things happening in your life that the only two things you can count on are your boyfriend, Mace, and that your life almost always in danger.

Asks/Drabbles:

Caught in the Rain

Guilty Pleasure

Ticklish

Relationship Asks - Apologizing and Separation

Nick Fowler

Changing Minds (Arc 1)

Summary: Your long time work acquaintance Nick Fowler offers to take you to a fancy fundraiser as a way of cheering you up. He insists it's only as friends but when he sees you falling into the grasp of someone he knows is no good, he might change his mind on that.

Constant Change (Arc 2)

Part 1

Summary: You and Nick must navigate the new territories of pregnancy and parenting while managing the continued hostility from Clark Kent.

Ask/Drabbles:

Relationship Asks - Initiation, Separation and Nonverbal communication

Steve Rogers

Hummingbird (Arc 1)

Summary: You didn't want to break into someone's party but you were desperate to see the art at the gallery before it was gone. You're so busy trying to make sure no one sees you that you miss the ever present gaze of Steve Rogers who is wondering why you crashed his party.

Dragonfly (Arc 2)

Part 1

Summary: Steve has just about everything he could ever want in life. He's got you, a baby on the way, and a successful Family. No one would dare interfere with that. Right?

Asks/Drabbles:

Hummingbird's Favorites

Kisses

Steve Sees You

Thief AU

Relationship Asks - Love languages - Nonverbal communication and Separation - Sleeping and Cooking

Nonspecific Asks and Drabbles

Honey Pot (Hal Carter)

Kink Matching (Curtis Everett, James Mace, Nick Fowler, Steve Rogers)

Reader Swap (Hal Carter, Nick Fowler)

[buckrecs]

𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙠 𝙛𝙤𝙬𝙡𝙚𝙧

masterlist | s.s characters masterlist

ONESHOT

snatch my soul by @buckycuddlebuddy

fixing the wrong he unintentionally caused wasn’t going to be easy, nick knew that, but he was ready to try it with everything he had.

Hell Hath No Fury by @navybrat817

You show Mace that Nick belongs to you.

Christmas Karma by @/navybrat817

Nick doesn't appreciate anyone pushing you around, especially when you're shopping.

Soft Spot by @/navybrat817

Nick has only one soft spot...you.

Sweet Ruin by @jobean12-blog

Is Nick really the kind of man you meet at a bar and go home with?

Fair Play by @/jobean12-blog

After you and Nick finish up your meeting he wants to play a little game. 

Shoot To Thrill by @sweeterthanthis

Most people would expect Nick to be as ruthless in his marriage as he is in every other aspect of his life, but nobody knows Nick like you do. 

Ice Sculpture by @late-to-the-party-81

Nick Fowler x Spoiled Reader

The First and Only Rule by @botnasty

Friends with benefits only have one rule: Don’t fall in love.

Satin and Lace for my lover by @late-to-the-party-221

Nick hasn’t been paying attention to you recently, so it’s really his fault when you act out to get it. Never mind that you know you’re going to enjoy the consequences.

Kiss it Better by @late-to-the-party-81

come with me by @onceuponastory

Nick Fowler's assassination mission was going so well...until he found Y/N hiding in the closet.

Partners In Crime by @navybrat817

A night out with one of your father's most trusted associates puts you on a new and dangerous path.

Changing Room Classic by @sstan-hoe

nick promised you'd go shopping after you had to punish him for missing yet another date of yours and in a certain store he can't control himself anymore.

SERIES

Mob by @navybrat817

Nick has the world in palm of his hands. It’s too bad someone wants to destroy it.

[enchantedbarnes]

Recommendations 💖

I've been wanting to do something with recommendations for ages now, but there's just too many to even know where to begin! Here's a chaos list of past and present faves 🥰

Completed fics

Undisclosed by @pellucid-constellations

Pairing: Lumberjack!Bucky x Reader

Summary: Desperate to outrun a secret that could cost you your life, you seek refuge in a small mountain town. Its deep forests and small cabins make it the perfect place to hide, but the travel website hadn’t mentioned anything about the quiet, burly lumberjack that wouldn’t leave your thoughts. No one had warned Bucky about you either. 

Lumpy and Bunny masterlist by @sweetdreamsbuck

Pairing: beefy lumberjack!bucky x f!reader

Summary: Bucky's never been so scared of a feeling in his life. there are too many what if's– too many fears bubbling deep within the parts of him left broken and hollow, untouched for far too long. but he never envisioned finding you– and he's entirely too impatient; entirely too certain no one's ever been more infatuated with something than how he feels for you.

Sweet and Sour by @sashaisready

Pairing: Bucky Barnes Mob AU x Femme Reader

Summary: You're hard at work in Pepper's Bakery when notorious mob boss James 'Bucky' Barnes darkens your doorway one typical afternoon, and life is never the same again.

While you're over there you might as well check out ...

Under the Radar by @sashaisready

Pairing: Nick Fowler x reader

Summary: Reader is a brilliant but shy and awkward CIA employee whose work is often overlooked by her colleagues…she’s blended into the background for so long that she doesn’t think there’s any other way - even if she does have secret aspirations for another life. Unbeknownst to her - a certain blue eyed agent is very aware of her talents, even if nobody else is.

The Thrill of the Hunt by @rookthorne

Pairing: Scare Actor!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

The ancient game of cat and mouse, a fight for survival between a predator and their prey, wasn’t a new phenomenon – it had been practised for centuries and it was an art that very, very few perfected. For years you had chased the craving to find someone that had mastered the art of the hunt, and for Halloween, you had gone all out and visited a haven unlike any other.  It was there that you found your match.  Cloaked in nothing but black and shrouded in a sense of lethality, you would have to run from this shadow in an adrenaline fuel haze unlike any other. A chase for the ages, the very one you desired.  And if he caught you, your world would end as you knew it.

The Lookout by @mymoonagedaydream

Pairing: ParkRanger!Bucky x y/n

Summary: It was amazing, really, how quickly one person managed to turn your dream job into a living nightmare.

Paring: Beefy and Teacher! Bucky x milf! reader Summary: Bucky doesn't play favorites but Amaya is definitely his favorite, especially because her mom is hot.. Cue a 6-year-old trying to get Bucky to be her dad.

Operation get Mr Bucky and Momma together by @golden-barnes

Worst Idea Ever by @firefly-in-darkness

Pairing: Y/N & Bucky Barnes, Other Marvel Characters.

Summary: Wedding Season is brutal as it is but throw in two friends that decide to be each other’s plus ones and a mixed bag of feelings, what's the worst that could happen?

Classylo's masterlist

home for the holidays by @classylo

When your family begs you to come home for the holidays and to bring the new guy you’ve been seeing, you don’t have the heart to tell them your good-for-nothing-ex cheated on you… good thing your roommate is available and will do absolutely anything you ask.

should've been you by @classylo

He was supposed to meet you at the game. He was supposed to be the one you went on a date with. He was the one you were supposed to fall in love with. Yet, here you are three years into a relationship with another… it should’ve been him, not his best friend.

Moral of the Story by @justkending

Summary: From childhood friends, to highschool sweethearts, the two naive, young, and lovestruck teens decided the best way to keep a strong relationship during college would be to marry right out of highschool. No one batted an eye at the idea as everyone knew they were soulmates. However, college is a big step in a person’s life. You learn new things about yourself, you make new friends, find new hobbies… And maybe being newly weds and going to different colleges across the states wasn’t the best plan… After a falling out, a tragic and heartbreaking divorce, the two now despise the other for how the whole thing was handled. Neither not really knowing both sides of the story. 10 years later, and they both get a call from the lawyers office that settled their divorce. Somehow the papers never went through and the divorce was never completed. So now, the exes, or should we say husband and wife, have to meet back up after all these years to settle their failed marriage once and for all.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Everest by @justkending

Summary: She was done and retired. After Thanos and the battle of a lifetime, she called it quits and distanced herself from the Avenger lifestyle. But word finds her that someone from her past is in danger. What the journey entails was never one she wanted to face nor one she saw becoming her reality again. The rollercoaster that comes with fighting evil odds arrives on her doorstep, not leaving much room for a no… Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Coming in Hot by @nexusnyx

When your best friend Sarah recommends you a mechanic of her brother’s trust, all you can think about and pray to is that he doesn’t rip you off. Your car is your prized possession and amidst all the worry and concern of your medical studies, drowning in even more debt sounds as suffocating as it would be. Of course, you never thought of the possibility of the mechanic being the problem. A hot, polite, gentle, and silent-type of problem. Drowning in debt would be easier to navigate than the blue of Bucky Barnes’s eyes.

Pairing: Mechanic Bucky x Reader

Though I Have Never Read by @tuiccim

Pairing: Winter Soldier Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader Summary: You had run away from all of your problems and found solitude in a cabin in the middle of nowhere. When a storm blows in, it drags a man with a metal arm through your door. Offering shelter, you spend one night together before he disappears. Years later, you find yourselves together again but does he remember that night or you at all?

Blink Twice by @simmerandwrite

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary: It was just an undetermined amount of time in a safehouse with a stranger: Bucky “I didn’t come here to make friends” Barnes himself. Would it really be all that different from your lonely life with your cat in the city? Bucky was basically a cat, anyway. He was quiet on his feet, only really made noise when it was dinner time, and you both seemed to just coexist without acknowledging each other. His mandate was to keep you safe. What could go wrong?

teach me how to love by @buckyismybicycle

Pairing: DAD!BUCKY X TEACHER!READER

Natasha leaves behind her precious daughter, Yelena, and with her dying breath asks Bucky to look after her.

Sweet by @noceurous

summary: it was something cliche but your fuck buddy fell for you nonetheless, even though you swore you would never do relationships again. But rules are meant to be broken.

call me when you want by @bonky-n-steeb

summary: when you call a sex hotline with a need to be dominated you don’t expect to meet (or hear) someone as wonderful as James. but your life becomes a complicated mess as you already love your coworker, Bucky Barnes. however, you are unaware that they are actually the same person.

Part 1 & Part 2

Grow Old With Me by @sonderosa

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

...you could wait fifty years if he asked it of you. You’d promised him that, and he’d smiled and kissed you, told you that in fifty years he wanted to be old with you, sitting on a porch in rocking chairs and watching the sunset. You wanted that, too; it was a beautiful dream.

Pairing: Mechanic!Bucky x Fem!Personal Assistant!Reader Summary: It's your first international trip working for bestselling author Tony Stark as his new personal assistant, and you're desperate to prove yourself worthy of such an incredible opportunity. But when things start to go wrong whilst staying in Dublin, and suddenly you're stuck in the middle of the Wicklow Mountains with a flat tire, you're convinced that you'll be fired before the day is over. Luckily, a handsome, blue-eyed mechanic with an accent that makes your insides melt comes just in time to save the day.

Sweeter Than Honey by @foreverindreamlandd

Their other series are also *chefs kiss* -> go read the rest of @foreverindreamlandd's series

Love at First Grade by @buckysimp101

Pairing: Single Dad!Bucky Barnes x Single Mom!Reader;  Teacher!Bucky x CEO!Reader

Summary: When father and first grade teacher Bucky Barnes ends up with Avery L/N in his class, the daughter of the “ruthless” CEO of L/N Enterprises, he's in for a surprise that's sure to change his life.

Teacher's Favorite AU by @suitk0via

Pairing: Dad!Bucky x Teacher!Reader

Summary: You are first grade teacher and Bucky is a single dad who wants to be involved with everything his little girl - Elaine - does. He’s the dad all the parent’s and faculty drool over. You quickly become Elaine's favorite teacher and Bucky's just gotta meet you.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

The Heart is a Deep Ocean by @dreamlessinparis

Summary: Titanic was known as the ship of dreams. For you, it was the dream of getting home, or so you thought. From the moment you locked eyes with James Buchanan Barnes, all those dreams changed and your life was never the same.

Pairing: ex-military amputee!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Something Domestic by @fandoms-writings

Summary: Needing an escape from the loud and busy city life, Bucky comes to stay with you on your little farm. He didn’t expect you, a hardworking and beautiful woman with struggles of your own, to take his breath away and make life a little less dreary.

Labyrinth by @frostironfudge

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader, (Modern AU)

Summary: labyrinth (noun), a complicated set of paths and passages, through which it is difficult to find your way. Bucky and You would do anything for Steve and Wanda, your respective best friends. In an attempt to avoid a tradition Steve and Wanda come up with a lie involving their best friends.  A lie, that involves building a labyrinth. Bucky and You begin to build but will you two find your way out or be caught in it?

nostalgia for the new by @real-jane

pairing: bucky barnes x female!reader shield agent

summary: bucky meets you because of your exquisite taste in music, and he finds in you a solace he didn't realize was possible. you create for bucky something he's never found before: nostalgia for a time that hasn't happened yet, and hope for a future where he might be loved.

Ongoing fics

Honey Girl by @violentdelightsandviolentends

Pairing: Dad'sBestFriend!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader - soulmate au

Summary: The Universe shows you your soulmate when it feels like you need them most. When you least expect it, you're given yours - Bucky Barnes. Your Dad's best friend. You can try to refuse it all you like; but the universe wants what it wants. There's no denying fate.

After all those years by @ziawbarnes

Pairing: AU Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Peggy and Steve's wedding in Mexico takes an unexpected turn when you and Bucky, who initially couldn't attend, end up joining the celebration. With no available rooms, Bucky becomes your roommate for ten days, leading to unexpected adventures and new connections.

Fresh Start by @nicoline1998enilocin (on hiatus but I love)

Pairing: Teacher!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: In this universe you can explore the story between Bucky Barnes as a middle school teacher, and Y/N with her son Luca. They just moved to the other side of the country, and have decided to completely start over their lives. On the first day at his new school, Luca quickly befriends his new teacher, and Y/N can't help but take a liking to him as well.

A Past Encounter by @majesty-madness

Summary: Being in a relationship with Bucky, Y/N prided herself on knowing him quite well but when she’s accidentally teleported back to the 1940's, Y/N discovers that there is a whole other Bucky that she has yet to meet. The sweet flirt that had everything going for him before his unfortunate capture by HYDRA.

Neighbors by @writerlyhabits

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x female reader

Summary: You get to know your neighbor across the hall, James.

Unexpected by @repressedqueen

Paring: SexWorker!Bucky x reader

Summary: After a crazy night out celebrating your birthday, somehow you ended up outside a brothel debating on whether it was time for you to finally have sex or not.

My Little Love by @crazyunsexycool

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Enhanced Fem! Reader

Dr. Feelgood by @endless-summer-soldier

pairing: Surgeon!Bucky x SurgicalIntern!Reader

summary: Y/N has a one night stand with a handsome stranger the night before starting her new job as a surgical intern. Little does she know, the handsome stranger also happens to be her new boss

Pairing: Teacher!Reader x Single Dad!Bucky

Untitled Single Dad!Bucky Fic by @angie-likes-to-art

Summary: You made a promise to yourself to not sleep with any parents before starting teaching, little did you know the guy you slept with two days before is the dad of your cutest student.

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[holylulusworld]

Double the trouble

Summary: Two for the price of one.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader, Mafia!Nick Fowler x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, betrayal, lies, secrets, kinda of stalking

Catch up here: Fool me twice

That night you get to know the truth about your boyfriend. He and his twin brother are the head of the mob in town. In an attempt to keep you safe, they agreed to hide the fact that Bucky has a brother.

Nick took his place whenever Bucky had to attend one of their not-so-legal business meetings. In the beginning, Nick saw protecting you as his duty. He was loyal to his brother. Until. One day. He felt something else for you.

A connection. Love maybe.

He didn’t know and tried to hide his feelings from you and his brother. Every time you tried to get intimate, he found an excuse to not touch you. Nick even refused to kiss you to not betray his brother.

But this morning, he just couldn’t hold back any longer. You feel apart in his arms so sweetly, and he admitted his sin.

His brother didn’t take Nick’s betrayal well. The confession led to a fight. The first one between the brothers since they were kids.

“How could you do this to me?” You step away when Bucky tries to reach out for you. “Don’t touch me.” You visibly shudder. “I believed he’s you. He made me believe it. I sleep with a man I don’t even know.”

Bucky winces as you start to cry. “Baby doll, I’m so fucking sorry. It never was in my plans that he touched you. I almost killed Nick for touching you.”

“Y/N, I’m not a stranger to you,” Nick sounds almost hurt. “We know each other almost as long as you know Bucky. We went to that junk market, and we had dinner at that awful restaurant you wanted to try. I let you cry into my chest when after you watched this ridiculous rom-com movie.”

“Yeah!” You shake your head. “Because I believed you are Bucky. I didn’t even know your name until tonight. When we had sex, you…you kinda…” You sniffle and look away. “I feel dirty and used.”

“Y/N,” Bucky steps toward you, but you step away. “I won’t hurt your, doll. God, I would kill myself before hurting you.”

“And yet, you let your brother take your place and—” you bite your tongue. “Even if I initiated what happened this morning, he should’ve stopped me. But no. He took advantage of me, and the fact that I didn’t know it wasn’t you.”

“His face doesn’t look like that because I went easy on him,” Bucky tries to calm you but it’s no use. Anytime he gets close to you, you step away and shake your head. “I broke his face, and more than one rip. I’m not done with him yet for what he did this morning. But it’s not completely his fault. I shouldn’t have asked him to keep an eye on you.”

“Exactly,” you point out. “You’re as guilty as he is. I ended up sleeping with a stranger because you let him into my life. Bucky, how can you say that you wanted to protect me from getting hurt, but you let your brother do this to me?”

“Baby, I—” Bucky sniffs as you start to cry again. “Please. I’ll do anything. Y/N, please don’t cry.”

“Colibri,” Nick slowly steps toward you. “Hi.” He softly says as you. “Please let us explain. We never wanted things to get so complicated. It’s my fault that I fell for you so easily.”

“You make it sound like you didn’t abuse me this morning,” you snap at Nick. “Yes, I asked you to join me in the showers, but I believed you are the man I love.”

“I am the man you love,” he raises his voice and regrets it in an instant. You flinch and take a step toward the door. “We spend as much time together as you spend with Bucky. I made you laugh, and giggle. You fell asleep in my arms. I won that ugly bear for you at the fair.”

“Nick, you’re not helpful,” Bucky tries to calm his aching heart. Nick is not wrong. You got to know his brother over the months you spent with him too. “We need to calm her first.”

“I’m trying to calm her,” Nick argues. “All you did was hit me, instead of respecting the feelings I have for Y/N.”

“Well, I see this is all about the two of you,” you sneer. “I’m not needed here any longer. Whatever is wrong with you, you should get your shit figured out. And please don’t do this to another woman.”

“Doll! Wait!” Bucky gasps as you leave the room and slam the door shut. He wants to run after you, wants to chase you and bring you into his arms but he knows, he cannot face you again before he and Nick settle their score…”

Five months later the dust settled. You left town that night, never looking back. It was hard to leave your job, home, and the town you learned to love.

But Bucky Barnes and his brother are dangerous men. Or so you heard. 

If you wanted to start a new life, far away from the men breaking your heart and betraying you, it was necessary to leave and never look back.

This is how you ended up in the sleepiest town you can imagine. 

It’s a nice one, with friendly people and not much crime. The perfect environment to start a new life, or at least get a break from your former life.

“Morning, Y/N,” Carol, the waitress at your favorite diner chirps as you sit down at the diner counter. Well, it’s the only diner in town, and the food is not too bad. “The usual.”

“You know me,” you wink at her and chuckle. “I’m a simple girl, and I love your breakfast.”

“How are the eggs?” Someone plops down on the diner stool to your right. “What can you recommend, Colibri?”

Your body goes stiff. “No…”

“Doll, is the bacon good at this diner?” Bucky plops down on the diner stool to your left. You’re trapped between the mobsters. Again.

“How’d you find me?” You sniff and look around the diner. “Why now?”

“We found you right after you left?” Nick shrugs. “Bucky decided it’s for the best to leave you alone and keep an eye on you.”

“You stalked me?” You glare at Bucky. “Seriously?”

“We kept you safe, doll. That’s a difference.”

“No. It’s not!”

“It is,” Nick winks at the waitress. “I’ll take the pancakes, eggs, and coffee. Black.”

“Like his soul,” you grunt. “Carol don’t give them anything. They won’t stay.”

“Miss, I’m having what she’s having,” Bucky says. He points at your plate, filled with all the things you wanted to eat this morning. Now you have lost your appetite.

“Why are you here?” You sigh and hide your face in the palms of your hands. “I told the last time we saw each other that I never want to see you again.”

“The last time we saw each other you sneaked out of the house and left in the dead of the night. That’s what happened.”

“Who asked you, imposer,” you glare at Nick. “I left because you both lied to me for months! I had sex with you.”

“I remember,” he dares to smirk. “You didn’t moan my brother’s name, Colibri. You called me your strong bear because I won the plushie at the fair for you. In that moment, you fucked me, not Bucky.”

“Nick don’t,” Bucky warns. “Y/N, we need to talk.” He looks around the diner. “Not here, though. Please give us a chance to explain why we cannot let you go.”

Tags in reblog.

[sgt-seabass]

How would Nick react in clockwork au if puppy was blearily saying James’ name in her sleep?

𝒔𝒍𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔

✧˚ · . Nick wants all of you. And he will do whatever it takes to claim your soul.

pairing — mob boss!prime alpha!nick fowler x omega!reader w/c — 1.9k this is a dark fic. 18+ only. AU masterlist. listening to — ♫sleepless warnings —general dark elements (dark AU), a/b/o dynamics, manipulation. a/n — thank you for the ask and interest in the AU! i hope you enjoy. jessica chastain is not a representative of the readers looks i just wanted a gif of nick kissing a forehead lol. not beta read, we die like men.

The first time Nick heard it, he thought it was ghosts whispering that damned name in his ear.

The second time Nick heard it, he realised it was a scarier reality than phantoms.

You were calling for James in your sleep again, an occurrence that happened regularly.

Even after all the work Nick had put into making you his, there was still that subconscious part of you that held onto the past. Even though you smiled at him in your waking hours, someone else had a space in your heart.

It wasn’t like it was unexpected. Nick knew he would be crazy to assume you would have no residual feelings for your lost life. But it still hurt. His omega, calling for someone else.

He wondered what you dreamt. Did you dream of James in a world where he survived? Or were they memories of the past? Did he treat you well? Were you happy?

There was a quirk in your lips, a slight sway of your hips. Were you dancing with him?

Nick considered calling Steve. Doctor Kemp always seemed to have a way of making omegas comply, plus he was one of his greatest allies. But Nick knew that the heavy-handed approach wouldn’t be appropriate here. While Steve’s suggestion of having other alphas use you worked to break you down beautifully, accessing a soul was a task that required a delicate touch.

Slipping from the bed, Nick left you in your peaceful slumber, dreaming of the man you would never have. In nothing more than black sweatpants and a navy sweater, he sat in his chilly office.

For a while, he just kept the lights off and pondered.

If his younger self could see him now, he wondered what he’d think. This was certainly not the life Nick had intended to lead.

But the world was cruel, and so he became crueller. To escape hardship, he became the creator of it. A devil walking the earth. 

Around you, though, he wanted to be good to you. He would never forget when he heard you laugh for the first time. Nick had accidentally tickled your sides while brushing past you, and the sound that came from you was glorious.

Nick sighed, pouring himself a scotch from the decanter. He’d burn the world, but keep you safe always.

After he’d finished his glass, the familiar burn of liquor pooling in his belly, Nick turned to the only other person he trusted the opinion of.

Hal Carter. The alpha worked on Ari’s ranch. While Ari bred omegas using alpha studs, Hal trained them and kept them calm. He was gentle. Those girls were taken well cared of, which was to be expected when they needed to produce pups.

It was an art how Hal could smile and exude calming energy to those around him. His words were always smooth like silk, rolling off his tongue so naturally you can’t help but listen. It helped the omegas stay calm, and they all trusted him. He was still one of the bad guys; all the alphas in his circle were. But he was the best of the bad. Scott Huffman, the one who would take Ari’s bred pups in and raise them on his ranch, he was a close second.

Within thirty minutes of texting him, Hal turned up on the mansion’s doorstep. The sun was barely rising, only subtle hues of gold beginning to grow.

“Thanks for coming so early,” Nick ushered Hal inside, bringing him to the office while the rest of the home remained in a dream state.

“I normally get up by dawn to go hunting anyway, s’no trouble.” Nonchalant as ever, Hal sat himself down in one of the office armchairs in his green plaid shirt and blue jeans.

Nick poured himself another scotch, plopping two ice cubes into the crystal glass. “Want a drink?”

Hal raised a brow, scoffing. “Unless it’s orange juice, no. I ‘ain’t drinking.”

“I can do that,” Nick said, disappearing from the room and returning with a tall glass of juice, a slight shudder of nervousness in his hand when he gave it to Hal.

There was a rawness in the air, as if Nick wasn’t playing a game. He was putting his whole deck of cards on the table for Hal to see. It was hard to trust, but Nick didn’t have anywhere else to turn.

Nick sat in the armchair opposite Hal, swirling the liquid in his glass, and Hal quirked his head. “Look, as much as I love catching up with you, why did you ask me here so urgently? Is something wrong?”

Nick went through the long explanation of your past, how you came into his care, and how you were acting now. Hal listened attentively, face staying blank as the horrors were laid bare. After explaining, Nick sighed, running a hand through his hair. “I want her to dream of me. Dream of her alpha.”

“So, what you’re telling me is you’ve killed her alpha, kidnapped her, had her gang fucked, chased her, and choked her until she passed out, yet you expect her to dream of you?”

There was a beat of silence before Hal spoke again. “Do you really act like her alpha? She’s not a toy, Nick. And she’s not just a pet. You have to be gentle.”

“I don’t know how to be gentle,” Nick sneered, crossing his arms defensively. 

“Bullshit. Every alpha has a gentle instinct deep down. Be the alpha your sister and mother would have wanted you to become.”

Nick growled and stood, throwing the glass at the wall behind Hal’s head, the crystal shattering into a million shards across the dark hardwoods. It was ballsy bringing up his family. The other alpha flinched slightly, but he wasn’t afraid.

Nick puffed his chest, gritting his teeth so hard they were ready to shatter. “That’s a cruel thing to say. You’re pushing it, Hal.”

“It is cruel. But it’s what ‘ya needed to hear. The world is fucked, but her world doesn’t have to be. You’re the one bringing that upon her. You want her to dream of you? Give her memories good enough to dream about. You’ve broken her down, and done the harsh things you needed to. Now you need to build her back up. Without that affection, she will just continue to crumble time and time again. Don't you want to see her smile?”

“More than anything,” Nick grumbled, sitting back in his chair with a hardened expression. He wanted to feel your happiness through the bond. It was like a drug.

Hal drank the last of his juice, setting the glass down gently on the side table. “Then, there you go. Just work to make her smile for you more. Life is good with a happy omega, Nick.”

“She hates what I do, though. And I can’t - and won’t - change that.”

“Then make her existence with you good enough to outweigh that.” Hal proposed the idea like it was easy. Just treat you right, and it would all fall into place.

But was it really that easy?

The chase had changed you. You were more receptive to Nick and seemed more content overall. But he could still see the flickers of fear that lay dormant, ready to wake at any time. And James— Well. Your subconscious hadn’t let him go yet.

Perhaps Hal was right. Maybe you were broken enough that you’d adapt to this life with some positive reinforcement.

After Hal had left, Nick ordered the staff to make you breakfast before he wandered back up to the bedroom, the morning sun beginning to peek past the blinds. Nick took his jumper off, wanting to feel your skin on his. 

You shifted a little in your sleep when the bed dipped from Nick’s weight, his arms looping around you and pulling your naked form close. “...Alpha…?” You asked blearily. It wasn’t often you got morning cuddles like this. Normally, Nick was already working by the time you rose.

“Morning, omega,” Nick kissed your forehead, spooning you so his warm, firm chest was flush with your back. “Nice dreams?”

You stiffened for a moment before nodding, curling into his hold comfortably. “Yeah.”

“Good. I need you full of energy today,” Nick said as he kissed your neck gingerly, a soft contrast to his tight hold on you.

Nick ran his hand up and down your side, fingers running over the bruises he’d left on your skin the day prior when he fucked you rough over his desk.

“Are we playing hunt the whelp?” Your voice wavered nervously. So meek, so small. Nick nearly growled at the thought of hunting you, but he held it back.

Nick cleared his throat, shifting a little, so his hard-on wasn’t too obvious against your ass. He was trying to focus, all his energy going into being nice. But Nick could tell you knew he was turned on, your own arousal signalling through the bond. “No, no. We’re going shopping.”

You perked up at that, turning to look at Nick. Your curious shining eyes had his heart skipping a beat. “Shopping? Like, going outside?”

“Yes. We’re going into town. I’ll buy you whatever you want.” 

The excitement that flooded the bond was overwhelming. Nick had never felt anything like it. You were happy. But there was some anxiety there too. “Won’t people recognise you? What if something goes wrong?” You asked with a growing frown.

Nick shhed you, gently running his finger over your frown and pushing your lips up at the edge so you were smiling. “You’re the safest omega in the world. Plus, Beck and Mace will be there too.”

Your expression turned into a genuine smile. And Nick smiled back.

“Sit up. I need to check your head.” Nick turned to the bedside, getting together his dabbing alcohol and bandages. You always seemed to end up with some injury after Nick had a bad day. It wasn’t overly intentional, but his anger often turned into dark arousal that left you sore and battered but pleasured too.

You’d banged your head on the desk yesterday when Nick shoved you down and caught your forehead on one of his fountain pens. It left a cut, but Beck dismissed it as minor, needing to be covered with a plaster.

Nick pulled away the bandage with you sitting cross-legged in front of him. He hummed, content at the sight of the healing cut. “Looks good, pup. My good girl, healing so well.”

Nick could feel the heat radiating from your skin as he gently cleaned the cut before placing a fresh bandage on the wound.

“Ah, just in time.” Nick put his things away as your breakfast was brought in. Pancakes with maple syrup and strawberries.

You seemed like a fish out of water, and Nick understood that. He was flipping his demeanour for you. This was new for him, but not entirely unwelcome, especially when he felt your ease through the bond.

Nick sat with you, cutting up the pancakes and feeding you small bites. Every so often, you would meet his gaze, a little twinkle in your eye that wasn’t there before.

It wouldn’t always be like this, and Nick knew he had a long way to go in putting your pieces back together.

But it was a task he knew he would never fail. 

He would have all of you.

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[buckets-and-trees]

Forest of Fics [masterlist]

latest

Love That's Laid Beside Me [5k] King!Steve x Queen!Female!Reader | explicit smut, part of the Cedar Trees Royal AU

It Fit Too Right [690] soft!dark Nomad!Steve x female!reader | smut

Prepare for Takeoff [1.5k] soft!dark!mafia Andy Barber x female!reader | tw: dub con, explicit smut, part of the I'm Your Man collection

Morning Radiance [750] soft!dark!mafia Andy Barber x female!reader | tw: dub con, explicit smut, somnophilia, part of the I'm Your Man collection

Waiting On One Look [300] alpha Ari Levinson x female!omega!reader | apocalyptic omegaverse, referenced smut

Give Up [450] soft dark alpha Bucky x female!omega!reader | tw: DUB CON, explicit smut

The Only Way of Knowing You [7.8k] leshy!Nick Fowler x female!Reader | modern AU, smut, tw: dub con

greatest

CEDAR TREES [royal AU collection] f!Reader insert, king!Steve, Royal AU, smut, fluff

DEVOUR [short series] soft!dark Bucky x f!Reader insert, mob AU, non/dub-con start, explicit SMUT

Sacrificial [3.5k] Minotaur!Bucky x f!scientist!Reader (modern AU) dark SMUT/monster fucking, dub-con

Desperate [3k] Bucky Barnes x f!Reader | SMUT dubious consent, sex pollen, kidnapping

WARM SHADOWS [post-endgame omegaverse series] Alpha!Bucky x f!reader, Alpha!Captain Hydra x f!reader | DARK SMUT, tw: non con, tw: dub con, fluff beginning

events & challenges

Aspen's Holiday Extravaganza 2022

Into an Alternate June-iverse 2023

Hot Bucky Summer 2023

Bucky Barnes Bingo, Round Five - through January 2024

Aspen's 1st Anniversary Sleepover

'A Very Horny Monday to You...' August Sultry and Sinful List

Aspen's Dark Forest Fest - October 2023

BUCKY BARNES

COLLECTIONS

IN THE OPEN AIR [dual-part series] Gender Bend Mermaid AU, f!Reader insert

part one: Out of These Waters [7.9k]

part two: That Shore Up Above [will be continued TBD]

THE BROOKLYN BOYS [drabble series] female!Reader insert, slow burn

A MAN IS NOT HIS SONG [short series] female!Reader insert, slow burn, eventual smut, post-CA:WS era Bucky

1: More than a Melody's Needed

DEVOUR [short series] female!Reader insert, mob AU, non/dub-con start, explicit SMUT, mostly-dark!mob boss Bucky

salt - non-con fat - dub-con acid - totally con heat - coming Nov/Dec 2023 post series-drabbles: mint | yeast

BUCK'S ELEVEN [snapshot series] historical AU, Ocean's Eleven-style heist premise

Buck's Eleven (original one-shot) [1.6k] Bucky, mentions of ex-wife!Reader, Steve

WARM SHADOWS [post-endgame omegaverse series] Alpha!Bucky x f!reader, Alpha!Captain Hydra x f!reader | DARK SMUT, tw: non con, tw: dub con, fluff beginning

ONE-SHOTS

Into Cursed Pixie Dust [9k] female!Reader insert, SMUT, morally grey Winter Soldier

Silent Screams in Wildest Dreams [8k] female!Reader insert, SMUT, dark ending

hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have [2k] dark!Wanda + Bucky x gender neutral!Reader, non-con/dub-con smut DARK FIC

Sacrificial [3.5k] Minotaur!Bucky x female!scientist!Reader (modern AU) dark SMUT/monster fucking, dub-con + follow up drabble: Do You Remember?

Talk [2k] Pleasure Dom!Bucky (modern AU) SMUT, BDSM, forced orgasm

Perfectionists [2.2k] + Test Play [1.8k] Game Designer!Bucky x female!reader (modern AU) SMUT

Desperate [3k] female reader, SMUT, dubious consent, sex pollen, kidnapping

Uncertain and Sure [550] Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader | follow up drabble to Desperate, slight angst, feels, no smut

Insatiable [1850] Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader | more for the Desperate verse but can stand alone, explicit smut

The Pool Party Op [1.2k] female reader, SMUT

Meet Cute [2.2k] female reader, modern AU, first piece in the Trader James Collection

Saturday Night Movie Marathon [2.4k] female reader, SMUT

Don't Blame Me [<1k] female reader | SMUT, tw: infidelity

What You Want [2.7k] lawyer!Bucky x curvy!female assistant!reader| modern AU, power dynamic, periphery/secular reference to the Christmas holiday, vaginal fingering, use of "plum" as a term of endearment

DRABBLES

Christmas Eve Eve [1.1k but slotting with the drabbles because it’s still short] gn!Reader insert, fluff

Tactics [650] TFATWS era Bucky, character study

Coffee Shop Meet-Cute Request [1.1k] post-TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x female!Reader, fluff

The Color Crimson [500] Bucky Barnes x female!Reader x Ari Levinson, SMUT

BULLET POINT APPROACH THOUGHT STORIES

Nose-brush forehead kisses post-TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Reader, fluff

STEVE ROGERS

SERIES

CEDAR TREES [royal AU collection] female!Reader insert, king!Steve, Royal AU, smut, fluff

THE BROOKLYN BOYS [drabble series] female!Reader insert, slow burn

WARM SHADOWS [post-endgame omegaverse series] Alpha!Bucky x f!reader, Alpha!Captain Hydra x f!reader | DARK SMUT, tw: non con, tw: dub con, fluff beginning

ONE-SHOTS

Tiny Vessels [1.5k] gender neutral Reader insert, end of Endgame Steve, brief moments of non-graphic physical intimacy follow up: Don't Forget You Were the One Who [1.3k] Steve returns

King [1k] female!Reader insert, mob!Steve, angst quickly resolved into fluff

Witchview [1.3k] female!Reader insert (witch!reader), Steve stays in the present after Endgame, post-WandaVision, smut, magic, manipulation, dark-ish

Peering In My Hollow Core [2.4k] Nomad!Steve x Morally Grey f!Reader | SMUT (dub-con sex pollen)

DRABBLES

With You female!Reader insert, fluff, potential future Neighbor!Steve scenario/chaptered work

inspired by a Chris and Dodger gifset gender neutral Reader insert, fluff

Bookings and Rings female!Reader insert, Buck's Eleven Collection, light smut

Steve with a Breeding Kink [750] Steve x f!reader | soft dark SMUT, tw: dubious consent

OTHER MARVEL

Sketch of Sam and Natasha [1k] Nat x Sam, exploring a CA: The Winter Soldier theory/close “reading of the text”

Are We Falling [1k] Sam x female!Reader, smut, post!TFATWS

Consort [2.3k] Namor x female!Reader, smut, post Wakanda Forever Companion [3.3k] Namor x female!Reader, smut, part two of Consort

The Ashes In My Wake [1.2k] dark!Daredevil x female!Reader, non-con smut

These Hands Had To [1k] Alpha!Joaquin Torres x female!Omega!Reader, omegaverse, fluff to smut, post!TFATWS

hope is a dangerous thing for a woman like me to have [2k] dark!Wanda + Bucky x gn!Reader, non-con/dub-con smut DARK FIC

Late Night Quickie Natasha Romanoff x Joaquin Torres | Gamer AU, SMUT

SEDITION - A DARK AVENGING DEATH EATERS AU (MCU/HP crossover)

Lexicon Post (Prologue, premise, context, character list)

Part One: Unrest - Steve, Bucky, Thanos, Natasha

OTHER SEBASTIAN STAN & CHRIS EVANS CHARACTERS

ONE-SHOTS

Unholy Errand [4k] Lloyd Hansen x female!Reader, God the Bounty Hunter x female!Reader, Ransom Drysdale SMUT, dark, non-con, dub-con

I'm Your Man [3k] soft!dark Mafia!Andy Barber x f!reader SMUT, tw: dubcon

DRABBLES

The Color Crimson [500] Bucky Barnes x female!Reader x Ari Levinson | SMUT

IMAGINES & HEADCANONS

Exactly Like You [1k] Nick Fowler x Female!Reader | soft dark, reference to smut happening, Stockholm syndrome

HARRY FREAKING POTTER

NEXT GEN

Can’t Be Forgotten [4.5k] Lily Luna Potter x Tom Riddle, soft dark

[buckyshusband0]

「 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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[sunshinebuckybarnes]

How is September already?! Let's not dwell on that, instead, focus on these fabulous writers and stories I had the pleasure of reading throughout August 🌻

As always, the majority of these stories contain 18+ content, please check all warnings, you are responsible for your own media consumption. Please make sure you reblog these stories and give the writers the love they deserve 🩷

Ari Levinson ✨

Playing with fire by @flordeamatista

bodyguard!ari levinson x mafia!princess reader

Diplomatic negotiations by @oh-my-damn

Teacher!Ari Levinson x Student!Reader

Bucky Barnes ✨

On my mind by @targaryenvampireslayer

Best friend Bucky Barnes x female reader

Only the two of us by @barnesafterglow

tfatws!bucky x fem!reader

Aroma by @navybrat817

Florist!Bucky Barnes x female!reader

Soother by @kinanabinks

Scientist!Bucky x Sex Worker!Reader

Dirty little secret by @vellicore

DBF!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Heart talk by @jobean12-blog

Bucky x reader

Passionate negotiations by @targaryenvampireslayer

Mob boss!Bucky Barnes x female reader

Bell pepper by @bi-disaster-yn

Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Eddie Munson ✨

Made for me by @lilacletter

Eddie Munson x reader

Bring me a dream by @cursedyuta

eddie munson x reader

Under your skin by @jobean12-blog

Eddie Munson x reader (Tattoo!Artist!Eddie AU)

Joel Miller ✨

Take it slow by @eupheme

joel miller x f!reader

Nick Fowler ✨

His by @jobean12-blog

Nick Fowler x reader

Lee Bodecker ✨

x by @lunarbuck

Lee Bodecker x f!reader (any race)

Steve Rogers ✨

Fragile by @syntheticavenger

Dark! Alpha Steve Rogers x Female Reader

His inheritance by @jtargaryen18

Mobster Steve Rogers x Mobster daughter reader

Multiple characters ✨

Built differently by @rookthorne

Fireman!Bucky Barnes x F!Reader x Fireman!Steve Rogers

Secret ingredient by @straywords

Dark! PTA Dads! Stucky x Teacher! Reader

[navybrat817]

Bride and Groom

Pairing: Mob!Nick Fowler x Female Reader Summary: Nick lives in a dangerous world, but it won't stop him from marrying the love of his life. Word Count: Over 2.3k Warnings: Implied explicit sexual content, swearing, possessive behavior, slight fluff, mentions of violence, Nick Fowler (he’s a warning, okay?). A/N: I began this in January and finally finished the start for this new AU. @11thstreetvigilante, @sweeterthanthis , @dreamlessinparis , @christywantspizza , thank you for letting me scream about this. ❤️ Beta read by the beautiful @whisperlullaby (thank YOU as well!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by @firefly-graphics and moodboard and banner by yours truly.

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Today marks the most important day of Nick Fowler’s life. It was also the happiest. He was marrying the woman he loved. He never thought the day would come because for a man like him, love is a liability. It also represented something pure in a world of power, blood, and death.

You were an unexpected equation in Nick's life. It was difficult for him to describe, but he never thought he'd find someone like you. He admitted he was somewhat jaded after serving time in the military, his outlook on life darker with some of the things he witnessed, some by his own hands. Finding his place in the mob didn't make his world any brighter. 

Though it did give him structure and purpose, he felt something was missing. He didn't dare breathe it to his men that he didn't feel whole, not wanting to appear weak. He wasn't sure at the time why he felt that way. And on an ordinary day, he received his answer in the form of you.

Alone at the bar, a hole in the wall place he had grown fond of, you had the attention of every man there. Nick was always good with women. He could read them and know what they needed or wanted. But it felt like the other way around when you looked his way like you knew that he needed and wanted you. And he always got what he wanted. 

"Let me buy you a drink."

You smiled and told him you were waiting for a friend. Had your friend been a man, he would’ve gotten rid of him easily. It took some convincing, which he enjoyed watching you smile as you tried to resist, but you took him up on his offer since your friend was running late. They ended up bailing and he couldn’t have been happier. 

One drink turned into two. He was careful not to let either of you have more. He wanted a clear head so he could remember every detail about you. Your humor sucked him in because hardly anyone made him laugh. Your sincerity made him want to shield you from the other men around. And your beauty and what it did to him? He made his intentions very clear.

“You’re a dangerous man, Nick Fowler.”

“You have no idea, sweetheart.”

Your first kiss took his breath away. It anchored him to you. It angered him momentarily that you shifted his entire path in life from a single touch of your lips. No one had that kind of control over him. But he knew you weren’t the type to take advantage of him or his feelings for you. Not like others who ran in his circle.

His men looked into your background, of course. They informed him you didn't have any immediate family, as you lost your parents after you graduated from college. You didn't say much about them, though you had photos of them around your place. He knew you were lonely, even amongst your friends. He understood that feeling all too well.

"We can make a family together."

Nick hadn’t felt so possessive over anyone in his life before. You were his and he wouldn’t let you go. He wanted forever with you. Once he set his mind on something, it was nearly impossible to sway him. 

Even when word spread that I had someone, I couldn’t let you go. Even after what I did, I had to hold you closer in my heart.

It was selfish of him in some ways to take a wife. You didn't belong in his world. There was so much good in you, yet you still trusted him when he told you what he did for a living. That he killed when it called for it and ruined others to set an example. He revealed ugly parts about himself while you brought out the best in him.

But you still didn’t know the worst of him, the thing he kept hidden from you.

You should have run away the moment we met, sweetheart, and never looked back. It’s too late now.

Looking in the mirror, Nick took a deep breath. Not a single hair was out of place, the short style accentuating his features. He debated shaving, but you loved the feel of his scruff against your skin. And his suit jacket was one of a kind and matched his cerulean blue eyes. He had to look perfect for you. 

It killed him that he hadn’t seen you all morning. He didn’t like letting you out of his sight. Part of him feared that if he went too long without seeing you that someone would steal you away.

Someone like Steve. 

He felt rage at the thought, slowly exhaling. No one would get to you and he wouldn't dwell on unpleasant thoughts. He had men on every corner and Jake Jensen updated him periodically, letting him know that you were okay. He was one of his most trusted men and he protected you like a brother. You were comfortable around him, which put him more at ease.

The small voice in the back of his mind began to fill him with doubt as he fixed his bowtie. 

What if you change your mind at the last second? What if you decide this life isn’t worth it? Is love enough to endure the unknown of our future?

“Nick?” your voice rang out, surprising him as he looked toward the door. You knocked three times, followed by two slow knocks. It was a signal between the two of you, but why were you in the hall? 

Where the fuck is Jensen?! 

“Don’t open the door. Everything’s fine. Jake’s a few feet away,” you said as if you read his mind. “He hasn’t let me out of his sight.”

“Except when she changed, boss!” Jake promised.

Good because I’d hate to hurt one of my best men on my wedding day. 

"Didn't you say it's bad luck to see you before the ceremony?" he reminded you. He was, personally, against that superstition. It probably had more to do with the fact that he wanted to ruin you before you went down the aisle and you were more than aware of his intentions. He hated hiding things from you, but his need for you was never something he had to mask.

Your soft laugh pulled him out of his thoughts, bringing a brief smile to his face. "Doesn't mean I can't talk to you. Just had this feeling you needed to hear my voice."

He didn't confirm or deny it as he adjusted his cuff. You knew he needed you. You always knew, like it was an instinct to go to him when his thoughts grew too heavy. "What did you want to talk about, lubi?"

"The things I love about you. If you want to hear them."

Nick took a step forward, wanting to be closer to the sound of your voice. Unlike a siren leading him to his doom, you were his salvation. "I'm listening."

"That's one of the things I love about you, Nick. You don't just hear my words. You listen to me," you said. He could see the smile on your face so clearly in his mind. Do you know how beautiful your smile is? "And we both know you don't listen to a lot of people."

He chuckled and nodded, even though you couldn't see him. "I'm stubborn like that.”

"Like how you stubbornly insist on giving me your sweater or jacket because I'm cold, but it's also because you like people to see that I'm yours."

I want everyone to see that you’re mine and only mine. 

“It’s not my fault my clothes look so good on you. And I thought you liked the smell of my cologne on them.”

"I do. Makes it feel like you're there with me, even when you're not around."

"I don't like being apart from you," he admitted, finding himself at the door before he could stop himself. "Anything else you love?" he teased, not wanting to dwell on his admission.

"I don't like being apart from you either, Nick," you said. The statement wrapped around his heart and he understood to an extent why love made people do crazy things. He'd burn the world if you asked him to. "Anything else besides the little things? Like how considerate you are by making sure the pantry is always stocked with my favorite things or how you kiss my forehead before you leave for work?"

Nick's palm touched the doorframe. "Yes," he whispered.

"Besides how devilishly handsome you are with your tattoos and how great you are in bed?" you teased. 

"Great? The best," he corrected you. He never wanted you to think about past lovers. If he could, he'd rip them apart for ever touching you.

You giggled, not rising to the bait. "I love you for who you are. The real you. I know telling me about what you really do wasn't easy. Trust isn't easy in your line of work, so thank you for having that faith in me."

Nick shut his eyes. He was thankful you couldn't see him through the door. He would've been torn between turning away from you, undeserving of your devotion, or pushing you again the door and fucking you within an inch of your life.

"I should be thanking you, lubi."

"I'll take a kiss as a thank you."

Nick chuckled and shook his head. "If I kiss you, I may not be able to stop."

"I think you can control yourself," you teased. "Keep your eyes closed and open the door, please."

Ex-military and a leader of one of the most powerful crime families, yet keeping his eyes shut as he turned the doorknob was one of the toughest things he had to endure. The moment the door swung open, the scent of you filled his nostrils. Sweet and addictive, distinctively you. A vision of you danced behind his eyelids as he stood still.

Your fingertips moved along his cheek, featherlight and delicate, before you pulled him close. The brush of your lips against his brought him back to your first kiss. Once again, you teetered him to you. Powerless and powerful all at once because of you. 

"Thank you," you whispered as you pulled away.

Oh, no, you fucking don't.

He kept his promise and didn't open his eyes. It didn't stop him from pressing you against the doorframe and swallowing down the sound of your whimper. The lustful haze began to take over as he pressed his body closer. His trousers did nothing to hide how his cock was stirring. 

True torture is being this close and not being inside you.

"You sure I can't fuck you now, sweetheart?" he asked, kissing the corner of your mouth before he left a searing trail down to your neck. "Have you dripping as you walk down the aisle, my cock still wet from being inside you?"

You shivered at the suggestion as his hands began to explore. He wished he could tear the offending fabric away and indulge. He warned you not to pack much for the honeymoon. No one would see you since he rented out all the surrounding villas in proximity to your new vacation home and he planned to take full advantage of the privacy. 

"Nick, it's almost time," you moaned, but made no move to shove him away. 

"I can be quick," he smiled, grazing his teeth over your racing pulse. "You telling me how much you love me got me worked up."

"Wait until you hear my vows. You might fuck me at the altar."

"Fuck, don't tease me," he warned. He'd fuck you in front of everyone if you let him. Just another reminder of who you belong to. 

The sound of Jake clearing his throat snapped him out of his haze. "Boss, Andy is asking to speak with you after the ceremony."

Nick hated being interrupted, but you were right. It was almost time for the ceremony to begin. And he didn't need you questioning why Andy wanted to talk to him. 

I can't lie today.

"Go before I change my mind," he whispered, giving your neck one more kiss. "I love you, lubi."

Thank you for putting me at ease. 

"I love you, too," you whispered, slipping out of his grasp before he could open his eyes. "No work on our wedding day! I won't allow it!" you called back down the hall. 

"See you in a few minutes," Jake said.

"Wait," Nick ordered before he could rush after you. "Did Barber say why he wants to see me?"

"No, boss," Jake said, swallowing as he checked his phone again and adjusted his glasses. "But he said you better keep your bride safe and that he'd hate to see anything happen to her."

Nick's eyes flashed as Jake took a nervous step back. It was no secret that Andy Barber didn't approve of this wedding. The former lawyer turned mobster still wasn't happy with him after what went down with Steve. 

One of my only regrets. 

"Tell him to worry about his own wife and I'll worry about mine," he said through his teeth, nodding for Jake to go after you. Careful not to slam the door once he was alone, he let out another deep breath. "Fuck."

He didn't want to worry about Steve on his wedding day. His enemy would never forgive him for what he did and he didn't deserve it. One day, he'd have to tell you what happened and deal with the fallout, whatever that would be. 

Today wouldn't be that day. 

Steve wouldn't take away his happiness. 

I love you, lubi, and that's all that matters in this world.

Love will keep them together, right? Nothing bad could possibly happen. 😏 Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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Like My Father: Part 11

A/N: Violence and a few triggering topics/conversation in the second half

“I haven’t spent much time in here.” You observed, trailing your fingertips along the edge of the storage cabinet along the far wall, the rows of books stacked neatly on dark shelves had spines illuminated with silver or gold letters.

Across from the shelves and the storage cabinet were two matching love seats made of soft white leather and dark cotton throw pillows that had been set against the puckered armrests. There was a single folded blanket that had been set in the middle of the couch on the left, the flannel pattern a clashing distinction from the rest of the room.

The desk was stationed near the back of the room, and there were matching storage cabinets behind the desk that matched the dark wood aesthetic.

In the open-faced cabinets were some files that had been set in clear bins, a few framed degrees and other legal forms that would aid Andy and the ‘family’ in general. On the desk was a closed laptop with a phone to the right, the device was connected to the landline and security system that was still used throughout the house.

“Your father did his best to protect you from this world.” Andy had closed the door behind you both, his footsteps muffled on the area rug that sat below the couches and met the edge of the door.

When he had stepped off the area rug onto the hardwood, you had winced softly at the sound that hit your ears with grating irritation. Despite the coffee and the pastry that you had eaten, you were still dealing with the lingering aftereffects of the drugging, and it was affecting you almost as if you were suffering a hangover.

“If he wanted to protect me from this world, then why did he give it to me?” You turned slowly and settled your gaze upon Andy, watching him attempt to keep the noise down as he pulled the rolling leather chair out from under the desk to sit on the cushion.

Even as he had lifted the laptop and began to type on the device, giving whatever credentials he needed to have access, he tried to be quiet. You watched him focus, his eyebrows furrowed and his lips pursed with all the telltale signs of a man who was concentrating on the task at hand like the seasoned lawyer he was.

“Andy,” you stepped forward, drawing yourself nearer to the desk, “do you think my dad made a mistake? Do you think he should have just…married me off?”

Andy had raised his head and looked at you with the same furrowed brows and pursed lips, only instead of being focused and concentrating, he had appeared confused. He leaned forward and rest his elbows on the desk with his fingers intertwined and resting under his chin, he was watching you with intense focus.

He was giving you the entirety of his attention, looking at nothing but you while the facet of emotion in his eyes shifted, and his scent was radiating and pulsating with comfort and ease, he was your alpha and he knew you needed comfort. He was waiting for you to finish, he had every right to cut you off and degrade your worries as an alpha. He could have very well shot you down with an alpha command, one that would have settled in your skin with no chance of ignoring the demand.

He could have overstepped and taken those liberties with you because of the differences in your designations, other alphas had done worse to omegas, and other alphas have demanded more.

“No,” his voice was even and he spoke with unkempt truth.

“Honey, your father would have never done that to you. Your father believed that you could do this. He didn’t want to see you married off to someone who would try and tamper your spirit and that fire. He knew that this whole family, this empire, needed an omega. Despite what everyone else may think, despite what they may all believe, you were purposely chosen for this. Your father didn’t want anyone else to do this, he knew that you could and you would be the only one he would ever give this to.”

“And you? And you all?” You questioned them, even if you had already been reassured of everything. You were in charge now, this was your responsibility and if you had failed it would be your failure.

“We’re all here for you.” Andy had tucked his chin into his chest and drew in a soft breath. “You are ours and we are yours.”

“Everything we do, we do together.”

“If you fail,” Andy had whispered to you, “we all fail. We’re here for you, we’re all here for you.”

You nodded your head and shuffled toward one of the chairs in front of the desk and slowly sat down on the cushioned surface before you tucked your feet under. You had drawn your bottom lip into your mouth and nibbled on your flesh, your eyes captivated by some of the artwork that was on the walls.

There was lingering silence between you two, lingering quietude that had remained comfortable enough for you to be able to focus on the mess in your head and the interior design of the office your father had once loved.

“I don’t understand this, I hate this. This is so stupid.” Your frustration had come out as a huff, and the book in your hands was tossed to the couch.

“You’re not trying.” Ari had gently scolded you from behind the desk, his gaze flickering from the computer to you and your position halfway off the couch.

“I don’t want to try, Ari. I don’t want to try. I want to forget this and get ice cream.” You turned your head and blew out a puff of air, annoyed while rolling your eyes when he laughed and shook your head.

“Nice try, finish your homework.”

“Blowhard.” You muttered under your breath and pushed yourself back on the couch, flopping down on the cushions and then you reached under your back and removed the book from where it was trapped.

“You can have ice cream when you’re done.” Ari had relayed the hopefulness when you had opened the book and held it above your face, however, you were far less interested in reading as you were pressing him for a few ins and outs of the business.

Before you could even open your mouth to speak, the office door had flown open with a large crash and a man was dropped to the carpet uncouthly. Ari immediately stood and walked around the front of the desk, tension in his shoulders and back as he moved toward the door.

“Get him the fuck out of here.” Ari had hissed, standing between you and the man laying on the carpet, blocking you from seeing what was going on while his scent and the prowess of his designation had kept you frozen in place.

“Ari-“

“Now!” He growled and shoved one of your father’s men back, only briefly glancing over his shoulder toward you and then he looked away. “Get him the fuck out of here, now.”

The limp man was lifted from the floor and the door was slammed with a solid thud that rattled a few pictures on the wall. Stunned silence had fallen between you two, your mouth opened and closed a few times as you fought for any words to become vocalized. There was so much you wanted to know and ask, so much you wanted to dive into but no words would form on your tongue.

At least, not until Ari had turned and ran his fingers through his hair. “You wanna skip this and get ice cream?”

“Uhh…yeah. Yeah.” You snapped the book shut and discarded it, quick to stand and shuffle toward him.

“Good, get your things.”

Brick and mortar were the perfect substance to act as the grater for skin and bone. It was a single strike that had him sent flying into the rough surface, and the cry that followed hit their ears. Neither one was apologetic, neither one had any qualms about spilling blood and cutting flesh, not when they had questions that needed to be answered.

“You have two minutes.”

“I don’t know! I don’t know! I don’t-“ Their target had cried in protest, pleading with them despite being one of the men on shift when the bottles had been filled and corked.

The local brewery and winery had been a favourite of their guests, and until now it had been without fail. Until the moment someone had slipped roofies into the bottles before they were corked, there was never a doubt for the local favourite.

“You were here, you knew something.”

“There are cameras! Check the cameras!” He squealed and drew in a sharp breath when Ari lifted him from the ground and held him against the wall.

Ari had looked back at Nick as he began unsheathing one of his favourite knives, the glint of the metal surface reflecting the sun’s rays.

“We already checked the cameras and they were found faulty. Now, you were on shift and everyone you work with has thrown you under the bus. You can either tell us who gave you the brilliant idea or Nick will start cutting nonessential pieces off of you.”

“I’m starting with his dick, he doesn’t need it.” Nick had stepped toward the target and turned the knife in his hands, allowing the decrepit man to visually see the weapon that was going to be used on him.

“He’s losing patience, now-“

“I don’t know! I don’t know his name! Please, fuck-!” He whimpered in Ari’s tight hold, his feet dangling above the ground as the inability to breathe had become stronger when Ari tightened his hand around his throat.

“I got a message, a text asking if I want to make some money. I was told to spike the drink and send it to the party, I didn’t know-“

“He’s lying, you’re lying. You better start telling the truth or you’ll find yourself missing an invaluable piece.” Nick had stood on the other side of Ari, his fingers wrapped tightly around the hilt of the knife.

“I can usually make it easy on a person but for you-“ Nick glinted, he had tilted his head and cast his darkening blue eyes upon the quaking prick.

“I’m telling the truth! I swear! I have the message, I have-“ he shook in Ari’s hands, quaking and whining as he begged for release.

“The message is gone.” Ari’s fingers flexed, and his hand tightened as the man attempted to claw and strike at him.

“It was an alpha!” His hands loosened on his body, his mouth parted as he hastily sucked in air. “AN ALPHA!”

“What alpha?” Nick’s jaw clenched, the veins in his neck protruding as a settled force of rage was starting to course in his body. “What fucking alpha?”

“O-one who was b-betting on having your bitch-“

“Cut out his tongue.” Ari dropped the quim to the ground, allowing Nick to step forward and press the blade of the knife against his lips.

“You should mind how you speak to her. She has a lot of power at her fingertips.”

“I-its not m-me. It’s his words.” He raised his hands in protest, begging Nick and Ari for mercy. “He called her a bitch. He said that he was expecting to bed the bitch and inherit it all.”

“Cut off his dick and his tongue.” Ari’s clear and crisp voice heralded his calm fury. He was pissed beyond all measure but he was controlled, his anger was bedded down under great restraint.

“I told you everything! I told you everything I know!” He pleaded with Nick, his voice getting muffled when a dirty rag was shoved into his mouth.

“Keep your hands still, I don’t want you dying from this.” Nick placed his foot on the target’s chest and cut away the fabric of his jeans, exposing his withering dick to the open air.

“You know,” Nick raised his head and locked eyes with their prey, “we’re not just doing this for our boss. We know things about you, a lot of dirty details that your rich daddy had covered up.”

“You like them young, don’t you?” Ari spat at him, disgusted and vigorously pissed off at the sick man trapped against the ground. “You need to learn how not to fuck with vulnerable people.”

His cries came as Nick pressed the tip of the knife against the poor bastard’s flesh, drawing a few pebbles of blood.

“Trust me, this is good for everyone.” Nick pressed harder, he worked the blade over and over like he intended while their target thrashed and screamed into the cloth.

Nick had stood back once his first task was done, cutting off the ill-gotten member and wrapping it in a cloth. He had stared down at the weeping target, Nick’s lips stretching into a smirk before he whistled for Ari.

“You need to be marked, you need to wear your charges so everyone knows.” Nick grabbed his right arm and lifted it while Ari helped him hold the bastard down.

He pressed the knife to flesh again and carved out the disgusting and revolting word into his forearm, marking him permanently with the engrained and damning charge.

“Now everyone will know what a piece of shit you are.” Nick wiped the blood off the knife and spat it on their victim’s body. “You disgusting fucking pedophile.”

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Changing Minds - Epilogue

Summary: Your long time work acquaintance Nick Fowler offers to take you to a fancy fundraiser as a way of cheering you up. He insists it's only as friends but when he sees you falling into the grasp of someone he knows is no good, he might change his mind on that.

Word Count: ~1.7k

Warnings: Injured character, References to violence, SMUT. Please let me know if I missed any.

A/N: Reader is an older female (late 30's +). This is part of the Garbage Men AU.

Part 8

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“N-N-Nick, you’re, oh, s-supposed t-to be, ah, resting,” you stammer as Nick continues fucking you with his tongue. He growls into your pussy at your words, his dark eyes telling you that he’s not stopping for anything less than another orgasm from you. He switches to your clit, gently sucking and licking, as he plunges two of his thick fingers into you, making you arch your back and moan. You don’t think you’ve ever felt so much pleasure in such a short time.

True to your word you’d held Nick’s hand as he was getting patched up. It really felt like he was just looking for an excuse to hold your hand and have you dote on him, but you didn't mind. He was prescribed bed rest and painkillers but he declined the latter saying he didn't care for the dulled senses that came with it. 

He practically begged you to not send him away for his bed rest. He'd sleep on your couch if you wanted but he needed to be near you in case of retaliation from Kent’s people. Your apartment building was still being watched by Nick's people so it was also much safer for him. You told him you’d be happy to take care of him while he rested in your bed and he smirked.

“So you finally believe me when I tell you I want you?”

“You heard that,” you commented. “I thought I’d said it quietly enough.”

“My hearing is better than you think,” he pulls you in for a kiss. “Looking forward to hearing all your whimpers and moans tonight. If you’ll let me.”

Your body is on fire. Forgetting yourself for a moment you hold Nick tight to you, letting go as soon as you hear his pained grunt. “Shit. Sorry, Nick. You really should lay down and get some proper rest.”

“Not a chance,” he snarls before kissing you again. “Finally got you, not gonna let a few injuries get in the way of being with you.”

“Exactly,” you breathe, pulling away from him. “You’ve got me, we’ve got time.”

“Nope,” he pulls you close again. “Gotta make up for lost time. All that time I didn’t see you for the wonderful, intelligent, strong, beautiful Lady you were.”

Thinking he’ll fall asleep as soon as he lays down, at most after you get in some cuddling, you smile and lead him to the bedroom. You undress and his eyes darken with lust. 

“Lay down for me,” he says, his tone just shy of an order. 

And that’s how you ended up coming on Nick’s tongue enough times that your brain melted. Now his thick, talented fingers are working their own magic as his eyes study you. He’s clearly looking for a reaction but you’re too lost in all the sensations to know what to give him. His stubble gently scratching your thighs. His mouth playing with your pearl. The sounds he’s pulling from you that you didn’t know you could make.

Then his fingers graze over a spot that has you seeing stars, stretching your legs open wider for him. When your eyes can focus again, Nick looks almost sinister and he rubs his fingers over that spot again, just long enough for you to react but not long enough to follow through on that ecstasy it gives you. He does it again and you whine, your pussy clenching around his fingers. 

“Please, Nick,” you rasp. 

He releases your clit, giving you some relief, and coos, “do you promise not to keep talking about me needing rest?”

“Y-yes, Nick.”

“Good,” he licks your clit again. “Because you are the best damn medicine in the world for me.” He moves his fingers over that same spot and, this time, doesn’t stop rubbing. He watches you come apart on his fingers and he moans at how beautiful you look. He’ll never get tired of hearing you chanting his name as he makes you come. 

You’re not sure at what point you passed out. You just remember waking up to Nick smiling as he praised you. 

“Nick,” you rasp. “I feel like I can’t move my legs.”

“Don’t worry my Lady. I’ll take damn good care of you.”

“I’m supposed to be taking care of you,” you protest. 

“You want to take care of me,” he raises an eyebrow questioningly. “Then how about I get a condom on.” You moan at that and he starts to undress. 

You could tell that Nick was strong but seeing him without his shirt gave you an entirely new appreciation for how strong he really was. And an appreciation for how gentle he could be with you. If you could move you’d crawl over and start kissing his injuries in appreciation for how he had protected you. As it was, your legs were completely useless and Nick had effectively drained you of strength in all the best ways. 

When Nick finally removes his boxers you lick your lips in anticipation, making him chuckle darkly. “You are an eager Lady,” he comments.

“I’m also eager to make up for overlooking you,” you confess. “All those dates that led to nothing and I didn’t once think of you.”

Nick puts the condom on and moves onto the bed, hovering over you as he gives a deep, gentle, loving kiss. “No more regrets,” he says as he starts gently pushing his erection into you. The stretch feels so good and you moan appreciatively, kissing along Nick’s jawline until he’s fully sheathed. You swear you can feel him shaking with effort to be gentle for you. He whispers, “tell me when you’re ready for me to move.”

“Please, Nick,” you whine. “Please fuck me like you’ve wanted to.” 

Nick groans at your words and starts rolling his hips. You’re incredibly grateful he put so much time and energy into preparing you. His cock is so much more than any other lover you’ve had and he clearly knows how to use it. He’s hitting all of the spots you need and, as he increases his pace and force, you find yourself careening towards yet another blissful orgasm. 

“That’s it, beautiful Lady,” he grunts. “Come all over my cock. Wanna feel how tight you can squeeze me.” He sits back on his feet and readjusts himself, pushing into you at a new angle that has you gasping. His hand moves to your clit and he rubs it in time with his thrusts, pushing you over the edge and you squeeze him as you cream all over his cock, making him come with you. He lets out a few grunts in surprise at how quickly he came. 

The rest of the night is spent exchanging loving kisses and caresses. Taking care of each other as best as you can. 

When you wake up you still can’t really move your legs. Nick is still sleeping and you opt to let him stay that way. He has a lot of healing to do and you’re not really sure last night was actually good for his injuries. You struggle to get yourself put together enough to make breakfast, smiling as you remember what led to you having such rubbery legs. 

Putting some bagels in the toaster you grab your phone to read as you wait. Your jaw drops at the number of notifications. Going through all the messages from friends, family and coworkers you start piecing things together. 

Clark Kent’s rampage went viral. You had been clearly identified as a potential victim and many people were checking in to make sure you were okay, clearly upset when you didn’t respond right away. There were even some texts from your sister asking if you had the means to sue him. No doubt she just wanted to cash in on you getting some kind of settlement so you deleted those messages. 

There was also an email from Teach. You opened it quickly, afraid that your protection had been rescinded for overstepping. Instead, she offered you access to the Family’s lawyer. Not only for the attempted assault but, according to trustworthy witnesses and security footage, Mr. Kent had clearly implied that he’d been stalking you. This was clearly referencing his comment about seeing your pay stubs. 

Looking over some of the news coverage it was clear Clark Kent had finally taken a hit and he didn’t know how to respond. Stock prices in his companies plummeted as soon as photos of him in handcuffs surfaced. While he had made bail, it looked like he’d decided to lock himself up in one of his penthouses, refusing all interviews and public appearances. He even took his social media presence private for now.

You’re startled out of your reading by Nick’s gentle caress on your cheek. The two of you talk over everything as you make up a small breakfast.

“You’re really something else, you know that,” he asks. “I work for years trying to even make a dent into this guy’s reputation and in just a few weeks you’ve obliterated it.”

“I’m sure it’ll be old news before long,” you shake your head. “And he’ll be back on top in no time.”

“Yeah, but it’ll never be the same,” he retorts with a smile. “You’ve changed a lot of people’s minds about him and I’ll always be grateful to you for that.”

“Do you think he’ll retaliate somehow?”

“Possibly,” Nick’s smile drops. “Probably. But with both a police and public record, it’ll be a lot more difficult for him to make any move against you.”

“So you’ll probably have to go back to your actual work,” you comment. “I won’t have my guard dog around as much.” You look at the puppy dog plushie Nick had gotten you for your first gift. 

“You’re still my priority,” he asserts. “I will never change my mind about that.”

The rest of the morning is spent talking about what comes next. You’ve never felt more hopeful about the future. 

Part 8

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It’s About to Get Rough for You

Kinktober Day 8: Orgasm Denial

Pairing: mob boss!Nick Fowler x fem!reader (Nickie and the Hellcat, Poison Paradise AU)

Words: ~900

Summary: Nick just loves when you try to piss him off.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual (fingering, pussy spanking, public sex, exhibitionism, degradation, dirty talk, mention of sex toys), toxic relationship, mention of animal death, SMUT!! 18+ ONLY!!!

A/N: Just a quick one for you guys today, but these two are sooooo much fun!

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Nick grinned when you whined as he removed his fingers from your swollen and sensitive cunt, winking at you when you gazed at him with watery eyes while he sucked each finger clean lewdly before taking a long sip of his vodka.

“How many is that, printesa?” He cooed demeaningly when you snarled uselessly at him, smacking your pussy then leaning back lazily in his chair as he watched your chest heave with frustrated breaths. “Five? Six? If you hadn’t been such a crazy fucking cunt you could’ve just been sitting on my cock after coming at least three times but nooooooooo…”

“Just… untie me.” Your muscles strained when you rested the bonds that had you stuck spread eagle over his desk, growling at him as your abused cunt dripped onto the papers he had been working on when you first came in while he just chuckled at you. “I… fuck, I’ll be good.”

“You’re a fucking liar.” He squeezed your cheeks with one hand as he kept teasing you, putting his drink down as he started lazily dragging his fingers over your slit and giving you a wicked grin. “Couldn’t wait three fucking hours and now look at you? Such a dumb fucking bitch.”

“Fuck you.” You clenched your teeth and groaned when he pressed his thumb into your clit hard until he saw your whole body grow taut, releasing you right before you broke and laughing heartily when you screamed at him. “I fucking hate you!”

“You love me.” Nick leaned on his elbow and gave you an almost tender look, one that was negated by the way his fingers started rubbing your swollen pussy in aggressive circles until obscene wet sloshes filled his office. “If you didn’t, I don’t think you’d turn into such a goddamn insane bitch whenever I don’t give you exactly what you want. What do you think, Curtis?”

“I dunno, boss.” The large bearded man’s jaw ticked when he gave Nick a wary look, chuckling when the man gave him a grin when you squealed and started wiggling after he spat on you tits, crossing his arms over his chest before turning back to supervise the cleaning crew as they continued scooping up broken glass and dead fish that littered the floor. “She definitely has strong feelings, none of your other girls ever destroyed so much of your shit.”

“Fuck, you had to bring other women up, don’t you fucking hiss at me, hellcat.” Nick smacked you when you snarled and tried to bite him, removing his hand from your messy cunt again when your back started arching in that telltale sign. “You keep those kitty claws to yourself, are you gonna play nice? Or do I need to be even meaner to this poor little pussy?”

You wanted to scratch his eyes out, hating that smug look on his face when he leaned over to kiss your forehead. It had been almost an hour now of him bringing you right to the edge but leaving you ultimately frustrated, every nerve in your body feeling like it was on fire as you tried to just will yourself to have an orgasm. Nick just kept giving you that wicked smirk while he watched you fight with yourself and your bonds, rolling his eyes when you let out a bratty huff and growled at him.

He honestly would never get enough of seeing you like this, all trussed up and pretty and so angry at him, knowing that if anyone else ever even tried to get you in this position you’d probably tear their throat out, that he was the only one who could break you down and fuck the bitch out of you. Even if it sometimes took a while, but he didn’t mind, toying with your clit again and beaming when this time you let out a wretched sob.

“C’mon, my poor dumb baby.” He cooed when he saw the tears that were starting to leak down your cheeks, tugging on your bottom lip before starting to give your pussy a series of quick spanks. “Dragostea, so pathetic, sometimes I wonder why you even bother fighting me when you turn into such a soft little bunny once I get my hands on you. I’ve got a meeting in two minutes, printesa, if you don’t want to be a pretty little display you’d better say what I want to hear, though I know that just makes you even more wet.

“Ju… please…” you shrieked when he plunged two fingers inside you and started viciously stroking the roof of your cunt, your body bowing off the desk as much as possible as you tried to break your bindings before hissing at him. “You’re not the fucking boss of me.”

“Oh, now that’s disappointing, printesa.” He pulled his fingers out and gave your clit another harsh slap before leaning back in his chair and pulling open one of his desk drawers while you moaned and wriggled for him. “Guess I’m gonna have to pull out the big guns. Let’s see how long you last once I shove this massive thing up that poor little snatch. Hope you don’t mind my new potential partners seeing the inside of your cunt, sweetheart.”

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Clockwork AU

— Mob Boss!Prime Alpha!Nick Fowler x Omega!Reader

— Written by @sgt-seabass

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point of no return | nick fowler

mpairing: nick fowler x mob daughter!reader

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

warnings: 18+ topics

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Nick threw the book to the side, grunting at still the lack of information about Y/N and whatever relationship she’d had with her former bodyguard. He prided himself in knowing her; or at least knowing how she behaved with other people. She wasn’t one to trust people quickly, an heirloom from the family she belonged to, so for her to have trusted a former bodyguard, one who apparently had made her so upset, was something he couldn’t wrap his head around. He pondered on the book and the small character, yet nothing came to his mind. It appeared his simple, innocent mob daughter held as many secrets as her fathers. He needed to know, the more he knew the better he could get close to her father and finish his assignment successfully.

He shot a text to Mace, asking yet again for her to look through Y/N’s records and find anything - hospital stays, court orders, anything. There had to be something out there, she couldn’t keep a man in secret. He threw his phone on top the bed, walking out his bedroom to grab a drink only to find her there as well, searching for something in the fridge. 

      - Why are you awake? - he questioned, his voice making her jump and turn around. - Didn’t mean to scare you, pet.

      - Clearly. - she held a box of blueberries close to her chest. - Shouldn’t you be asleep?

      - A good bodyguard doesn’t sleep. 

      - I thought you’d be going to the strip club. - she rose an eyebrow at him as she placed a handful of fruit onto a small cup. His words got stuck in his throat as he attempted to regain his posture destroyed by her words. She usually wasn’t this direct. - Dad told me about it. 

Nick pondered on an answer to give her. He usually knew what to say immediately - yet, he seriously doubted it would be a good idea to tell her the real reason why he went to the strip club. He merely shrugged, a boyish smile on his handsome face as he took a blueberry from her bowl, slipping it into his tongue. 

     - Maybe I’m waiting for you to strip for me. 

     - Was that answer really necessary?

     - Don’t act like you would be against it. - he hooked a finger under her chin, a curious look sketched within his features. - I do wonder why I’m not dead right now. 

Her cheeks heated under the intense gaze of his. Obviously she wouldn’t have allowed her father’s men to just merely attack him and kill him for something it wasn’t his fault; he’d done everything right once he noticed she was in danger. That was all it was, she lied to herself, her teeth biting onto the skin of her inner cheek as that thought crossed her mind. Dear God, it echoed in her brain, that was all it. Sure, she held a sort of childish crush on him, his image and likelihood presenting whenever she felt particularly lustful - but he was a handsome man, anyone who looked at him would feel lustful.

     - Would be hard to get another bodyguard. 

     - You didn’t beg daddy to spare me so you could one day replace your fingers with mine in that little cunt? - her bottom lip dropped as she held in a breathe. - You think I didn’t hear you at the hotel? 

There was no denying him, no denying what he had just told her. She had touched herself, she had touched herself to the thought of him and she’d been callous. She should’ve known he would’ve heard something; he had been a CIA agent after all. She just thought that even in her wildest dreams if he had heard something, he’d be gracious enough to pretend he did. Foolish really as Nick Fowler was anything but gracious. He was no gentleman and he made no attempts at pretending he was.

He pursed his mouth in a self-satisfied smirk, his fingers softly drawing a straight line down her arm and into her palm before intertwining his fingers with hers. Her chest fluttered, the air struggling to exit her lungs as he moved her hand towards the front of her jeans. Heat spread over her cheeks as he moved her hand to cup his cock over his trousers.

        - You think I didn’t hear your sweet little moans? Did it work?

        - Pardon?

        - Did you cum? - he moved viciously close to her, his breathe fanning on her but doing little to cool the heat which spread over her frame; one much smaller than his. - Did you cum thinking of me after we fought? That turned you on? Not having someone doing exactly what you want? Not receiving the praise you wanted?

        - I don’t ....

        - Shush. - he gently sushed her as he moved her hand which had remained immobile against his hardening cock. - It’s okay, princess. You fly into my thoughts every time I have some alone time.

She liked praise. Of course she liked praise and Nick didn’t need to know much to identify that. A naturally born over worker with a tint of perfectionism and a family which wasn’t there to pat her with a well done - she needed him, she needed him to tell her how much of a good girl she was. Yet, as she moved the hand which had just been cupping his dick towards her face, her finger lingering on her bottom lip as she looked at him through thick eyelashes. Perhaps not as much of a good girl as he thought.

Nick wasn’t sure what consumed him, he wasn’t sure if it was the fact she just starred at him like a deer in headlights or the defiance of moving her hand and placing them near her lips of all things. He was consumed by lust, his hands harshly cupping her face before kissing her as if the world depended on it. It was by no means a soft kiss, it wasn’t a fairytale or longing - it was just pure lust, sex. His hands moved down her body, gripping at her skin as she wrapped her arms around him. His kisses lowered from her lips to her neck, his intentions clear and sinful as they were, only to be interrupted by his phone ringing from the other room. The two stared at one another, her unsure of what had happened and Nick considering not caring about his job for one night. 

       - You should probably get that. - she looked away from her, combing her hair with her fingers as she usually did whenever she got nervous. Nick stared at her, hoping she’d change her mind but it was almost as if she went back into her shell.

He sighed, turning around to return to his bedroom, Mace’s code name flashing on his phone. He guessed at least there was something worth about tonight. As he picked up the phone, she merely dictated some coordinates. He threw the phone onto the bed, grabbing a jacket and his keys before leaving the home. Y/N was no longer in the kitchen as he left, back in her room. Soon enough he’d know what she was hiding. 

He drove down the night, Drops of Jupiter playing in the radio as he replayed the scenario in his mind. The mere taste of her, the taste of the chapstick she put on everynight was intoxicating and as he drove down a small alley way all he could think was of her. He hoped she was laid on top of her pink sheets, her fingers moving through her pink folds as she moaned his name - like she needed him. He opened the car door as he spotted Mace. 

       - Took you long enough, Fowler.

       - Unlike you, I know how to be subtle. - he put his hands in his pocket as he exited the car. - What did you find?

       - I checked the name we had for her yet found nothing at all. However, I checked the name she used for the hotel you were both at and you’re not gonna believe it. - she took a manilla folder from under her jacket. - She was in the hospital for a good month just a year ago and she has a restraining order against one Mr. Lennox. No first name and the courts refuse to offer that information. 

       - What was she in hospital for? 

       - Cyanide poisoning. - she almost chuckled. - Turns out we just didn’t know the fun part of her escapades. It was low enough she survived but knocked her out good for a month. 

       - And the restraining order?

       - Who knows? She’s a mob kid, usually they got a few. 

       - I may have an idea as to why.