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sgt-seabass · 1 year

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Joining in on the clockwork fan train, I have a Drabble prompt if you are interested. Nick often plays fast and loose with reader’s safety, and although he’s a control freak so he thinks of everything to prevent her getting harmed (like using air rifle etc) I wonder how he might react if he goes too far/something goes wrong and she does actually get badly hurt from one of his games. Maybe playtime gone wrong or he misjudged his strength. Would he feel guilt, or shrug it off?

𝒔𝒊𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚

pairing — mob boss!prime alpha!nick fowler x omega!reader w/c — 1.9k this is a dark fic. 18+ only. part of the Clockwork AU. listening to — ♫ sip u slowly warnings — general dark elements, smut (dubcon due to stokholm, p in v, cunnilingus), choking to the point of passing out and bruising, possessiveness, pet names (pup, puppy, omega), a/b/o dynamics, very light medical elements, reference to past minor character death a/n — i hope you like it! thank you so much for the support and interest in the Clockwork AU! written on my phone. thank you so much to @rookthorne for helping with beta and suggestions 🥺🥺💙 this was meant to be short whoops.

Nick had been insatiable, fucking you for hours and eating you out each time in-between sessions.

After a work deal had gone awry and lives had been lost, he wanted nothing more than to bury his problems in your tight heat. With your essence on his tongue, he could be absolved of his irreverence.

Nick was angry. He didn’t take to fuck ups well.

When he’d heard about an omega retrieval gone wrong that ended with the death of a few targeted girls, he was irate.

Nick had to murder his men for their actions. They were there to capture them, not kill them - professionalism was expected, mandated, in his organisation. Nick didn’t need more red in his ledger, yet it seemed to have a way of seeping in, tainting the pages and bleeding everywhere.

His temper was no more than his inner child locked in an endless cycle of self-flagellation, so he fixated on you to distract himself. He’d created you and turned you into the omega he wanted. However, the problem with manipulating is that you deny yourself the love and support that partnership provides. Nick knew he was fooling himself by thinking you were unequivocally his, so he wanted to show you how good he could make you feel.

The urge boiled beneath his skin, an unbridled need to claim you; to fuck you into oblivion.

Barely keeping himself restrained, he’d carried you to the bedroom just after dinner, and the sun had long set. His need for you continued into the early morning.

By the time the clock hit three am, you were exhausted. That much was evident by the way your eyes struggled to stay open even as you orgasmed. The little sounds Nick pulled from you got whinier and more strained the more your body tried to get its rest.

But there was no rest for the wicked, and Nick was certainly feeling sinful.

“Give me another, puppy,” Nick growled to you, face between your legs before moaning at the taste of his seed and your wet mixing.

“I’m tired, alpha. I can’t.” You whimpered, sweat dotting your brow while your back arched against the silk bedsheets. “S’too much.”

“Uh-uh. You don’t get to decide that. I’ll tell you when it’s enough, omega.” Nick’s voice reverberated against your clit before he gently sucked it, causing your fingers to fist into the sheets from the unrelenting pleasure.

This was Nick’s favourite way to have you. Crumpled from the euphoria he caused you. You’d fought so hard against him, but at the end of the day, you ended up right where you belonged.

In his bed.

Nick started slow, drawing circles around your clit before replacing his tongue with his fingers. He flicked his finger while his mouth pressed kisses along your hip and down your thigh. Nick couldn’t help himself when it came to tasting all of you, so he bit into the supple flesh of your thigh as he kept working your sensitive clit.

Your wail only served to make Nick bite again, closer to your cunt this time. Fuck, your tears were gorgeous. “Does it hurt, omega?” When you nodded in response, Nick slapped your thigh. “Use your words.”

“Ye— Yes. Hurts, alpha.”

“Mm, but you look so beautiful with my marks.” Nick looked at the teeth marks adorning your skin, smirking to himself before turning his attention back to your clit. “Tell me what you want, puppy. Tell me what you need.”

Your thighs clenched, and Nick chuckled dryly as he ground himself against the bed, his erection painfully hard. He wanted to do nothing more than fuck you senseless, but it was worth waiting if it meant he got to see you shatter.

“I need…” You stopped yourself, and Nick could see the embarrassment in your expression. It was beautiful. “I need your mouth, please, alpha.”

“Such nice manners,” Nick praised before giving you exactly what you wanted.

He drank you in slowly, running his tongue over your folds and watching how you responded. You were so tense. As if each muscle was waiting for the anticipated precipice. And Nick would give it to you, but he wanted his fun first.

Deft fingers pulled your folds apart, and Nick groaned at the sight of you. Glistening and inviting. “Such a pretty pussy, pup. Prettiest cunt I’ve ever seen.”

Nick ran his flat tongue up your cunt, starting with long, languid licks that began to gradually get faster. Nick placed a hand on your stomach to stablise you as his broad strokes got shorter, turning into quick flicks across your clit.

He didn’t stop, not tiring even as the clock ticked away on the bedside table.

The tell-tale signs of your impending orgasm started to show as Nick alternated between licking and sucking, his hand running up and down your thigh as the other held you down. Your body tensed, and it goaded Nick to go faster, gripping your flesh tightly.

Nick hummed against your clit, and the dams burst. Like music to his ears, your mewls turned high-pitched as you came, your juices gushing down his chin. Nick had lost count of how many orgasms you’d had tonight, but each one was better than the last. He’d never get sick of this.

“My puppy does love playtime, don’t you, baby?” Nick watched as your glazed eyes looked at him, surprised at the new pet name. Baby. It’s endearing. Intimate. “You’re going to sit back and let your alpha do all the work now, right? Puppies are just too silly to do anything but lay down and get fucked.”

Seeing you so raw, so vulnerable, was bringing out the beast in Nick. The further down this rabbit hole he fell, the harder it was to keep his semblance of control. If you tried to make a run for it right now, he might actually kill you, too lost in the chase of his prey to realise what was happening. But you don’t run. Instead, you shuffled a little up the sheets, so your head rested on one of the satin pillows.

You knew you couldn’t escape, so you prepared yourself to be comfortable. Nick crawled up the bed, cock standing proud between his parted thighs, and he loomed over you. “Are you scared, puppy?”

Nick smiled when you gave him an odd look like you weren’t sure what response he wanted. “You should be.”

His words were the only warning you got before he mounted you, sheathing his dick in your dripping cunt with one swift motion of his hips. Nick let out a growl, pulling out the pillow from under you so he could grip the back of your neck. “Fuck. Fuck. You feel like fucking velvet, omega.”

The teasing nature Nick had earlier was long gone, replaced with a feral alpha desperate to breed. His thrusts were deep, rutting against your hips as his heavy breaths filled the room, mixed with your moans. It was a fucking symphony.

“This little cunt is mine, isn’t it? Tell me,” Nick snarled, pounding into your sore, used pussy without resolve.

“S’yours. All yours,” you sobbed into the cool air, tears streaking down your cheeks.

“That’s right. You’re fucking mine.” Nick moved his hand to rest on the front of your neck. He tiled his head back while his eyes fluttered closed.

It was a complete state of bliss. Nick didn’t look down as he let himself be free. No control, no thoughts. Just alpha.

You moaned with each plunge of his cock, but Nick didn’t notice the way your moans were weakening under the sound of smacking flesh.

Your hands clawed at Nick’s arm, but he didn’t even register it.

It wasn’t until you went quiet altogether that Nick opened his eyes.

Suddenly, cold washed over Nick when he looked down, his hand tight around your neck and your eyes closed. Not even a squeak came from your parted lips.

“Omega? Shit. Omega, open your eyes.” Nick tapped your cheek, but you were completely unconscious. “Puppy, wake up.”

He shook your shoulders, pulling his now soft cock out of you before he placed his finger under your nose. A sigh of relief left Nick when he felt the soft blow of your breath against his skin.

Nick’s jaw clenched, guilt awash over him. He was so lost in the moment he didn’t realise he’d begun squeezing, and he’d choked you out.

Your lack of response concerned Nick, so he sat on the bed, pulling you to his chest. He cradled you, and suddenly he was like his ten-year-old self again, holding the body of his dead sister on the living room floor. “Wake up. Please. I’ll… I’ll get you even more strawberries. You love them, right?”

You didn’t wake. Still soundly asleep and unaware of your distressed alpha.

In making you vulnerable, Nick had actually exposed himself. Desperate and alone, he was nothing without something of his own. Without you.

“Beck! Bring your med kit!” Nick’s voice boomed through the mansion, a prime alpha call.

Only moments later, Beck came barrelling through the door with his doctor’s bag. His eyes widened at the sight of you in Nick’s lap, mottled bruises already beginning to spread over your neck. “What happened?”

“I didn’t realise I was squeezing,” Nick’s voice came out monotone, devoid of emotion. His heart had begun to lock down. He wasn’t ready to lose anyone else.

Beck rushed over, gently taking you from Nick and resting you back against the bed. Your alpha moved away from the bed, arms crossed and expression cold as he watched.

“She’s alive,” Beck commented. You were obviously alive, but hearing Beck’s assurance eased Nick a little. The alpha always managed to calm him down.

There was a flurry of movement as Beck checked you over, Nick watching closely, not moving from his spot. As if he were a statue, frozen by pain.

“She’s going to be fine. I think she could use an IV with some fluids, and I can do a scan of her neck if you’re really worried,” Beck sighed, standing up. “But she’s okay. We could put her in the medical bay?”

“No. She stays here,” Nick snapped back quickly. Beck didn’t flinch, not phased by the icy mood of his boss. “Do the IV here.”

“Yeah, sure. I’ll go get the stuff from downstairs if you want to get her into bed for me. Her body is pretty run down, so I imagine she’ll wake up when she’s got some energy back.” Not waiting for a response, Beck packed his things. On the way out, he passed Nick, placing a hand on his shoulder. “Accidents happen. It’s okay.”

Without further comment, Beck left, leaving Nick staring at you. He could have snapped your neck and not even realised.

Nick ran a hand over his face, the memories of his sister still fresh in his mind; he couldn’t protect her or his mother, but he could keep you safe. You were the only thing that had ever made him feel human.

After the loss of his family, he’d turned into a hardened shell. But something about you and your homely scent cracked his defences. Around you, his heart was exposed. It meant he could love with a burning intensity, but also hurt just as much.

Body tensed, Nick maneuvered you carefully so the sheet and duvet shielded you from the cool night air. You were covered in your slick and Nick’s cum, but washing you was an issue he’d resolve after you’d rested.

Waiting for Beck to return, Nick pulled up an armchair to sit beside you. He’d never let you see this side of him, not for now anyway. He wasn’t ready. But with you unaware, Nick leant forward to press a kiss to your forehead.

“I’m sorry, omega.”

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buckets-and-trees · 2 years

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Forest of Fics [masterlist]

latest

Puzzle Pieces in the Dead of Night [1.5k] soft dark Nomad Steve x female!reader [1.5k] | explicit smut, connected to It Fit Too Right

Falling Away [1.5k] soft dark alpha Bucky x female!omega!reader | tw: DUB CON, explicit smut, sequel to Give Up

heat [7k] soft!dark Mob Boss!James Barnes x Chef!Female!Reader | explicit smut, conclusion to the Devour Series

an ask about a water creature C!Evans character [bullet point drabble] Bolotnik!Curtis Everett x Female!Reader | explicit smut, non-con, dub con, terato/monster fucking

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

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

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

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

I'M YOUR MAN [mafia AU series] soft!dark mafia Andy Barber x female!reader | tw: dub con, explicit smut

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

Aspen's Enchanted Birthday - January 2024

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

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

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

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

Not Meant to Be Like This [680] Alpha!Steve x female!omega!reader | SMUT, unexpected heat

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

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

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

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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Alpha!silverfox!Steve Rogers

Asylum!Steve Rogers and nurse!Reader

Brave New World

Breathe You In

Curtis & Mousey

Jake Jensen & Pretty Girl

Jake Jensen & Princess

Lloyd & Pumpkin

Lycan!Steve Rogers & barista!Reader

Photo ask game drabbles

Silverfox!professor!Ari Levinson & his librarian

Silverfox!Bucky & Sweet Girl

Silverfox!Johnny Storm & Little flame

Silverfox!mechanic!Steve Rogers x nurse!Reader

Silverfox!paramedic!Bucky Barnes & Bambi

Werewolf!Ari Levinson & Sweetpea

Wildest Dreams

Six sentence smut — thick thighs, Stucky x reader

Johnny & Jake & plus-sized reader

Sugar & Spice welcome home Wednesday

Thick thighs save lives take out Tuesday

Mob!Andy & mob!Lloyd

Three reasons why…YAY Steve

Three reasons why…BB&B

Jefferson gets angry and runs off his cat familiar

Colin Shea hockey

Werewolf!Ari sleepy Sunday

Monster match-up orc!Curtis Everett

White werewolf!Bucky Barnes

Lycan!skinny!Steve Rogers

Lucas Lee university soulmate

Bucky and his ex wife (Bucky is an asshole)

Bucky loses Reader (Once Bitten, Twice Shy)

Steve x reader x Natasha (bisexual!reader)

Fae!Stucky find cat!shifter!Reader

Silverfox!Ransom Drysdale meets reader’s child

Silverfox!Nick Fowler

BT Ransom takes his omegas shopping

Chubby!Bucky takes care of Becca while reader’s gone

Demon!Curtis Everett x human!Reader

Death!Bucky Barnes x life!Reader

Demon!Curtis confronts readers ex

Pipsqueak makes a good tray for Nick and the team

Fae!Jefferson and his reader go to a festival

Construction!alpha!Curtis Everett

Nick introduces pipsqueak to his teammates

Silverfox!Nick Fowler

Kitty!Reader is saved and housed by fae!Curtis, her defender when Jefferson comes to collect her

Ceo!Ari meets plus-sized!Reader at her bakery

Alpha!biker!Steve and alpha!biker!Ari meet pregnant!omega!Reader

Chris Evans (rpf) x pregnant!one night stand!Reader

Demon!Curtis teases reader

Here’s Your Perfect (drabble)

Ari is in a rut, Ice Princess has to help him out

Werewolf!Curtis Everett meets his luna!Reader at his work

Soft!dark!Steve Rogers and his wife

Soft!dark!mob!Steve Rogers and his wife

Jake Seresin gets protective

Silverfox!biker!Steve meets Ladybug

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis meets his bride at the airport

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis & reader sleep together for the first time

Bucky meets Steve’s assistant (HFY)

Cop!Andy Barber x arrested!Reader — how they meet

A/b/o angst

Silverfox!lawyer!Andy Barber

Silverfox!mob!Steve Rogers

Werepanther!Andy Barber gets set up with human!Reader

Merman!Curtis Everett x nurse!Reader

Silverfox!Steve Rogers x Ladybug

Werewolf!Curtis Everett x human!Reader

Fae!Ransom Drysdale x human!Reader

Silverfox!cowboy!Curtis gives reader a sad goodbye

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buckyshusband0 · 2 years

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「 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬. 」

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

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

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 4.6k+

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

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

₊˚ˑ༄ؘ 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 | 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐒𝐈𝐓

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

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

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

What other choice did they have?

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

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

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

“No, I want to kill him myself.”

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

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

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

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

✰ -- --- --- -- ✰

Soft laughter bloomed through the cafe.

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

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

You’re happy.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

✦ 10 min time skip ✦

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

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

More like someone...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

✰ -- --- --- -- ✰

Nick’s thick fingers held his gun tightly.

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

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

Then an idea sparked in his brain.

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

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

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

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

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

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

✰ -- --- --- -- ✰

You’ve woken up from a deep slumber.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your body shook under his cold touch.

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

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

Then boom.

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

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

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

✰ -- --- --- -- ✰

It has been four long days since your stay.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Nick fucking Fowler...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

You begged and begged the man.

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

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

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

✰ -- --- --- -- ✰

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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the-iceni-bitch · 2 years

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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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onceuponastory · 2 years

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a taste of danger - nick fowler and sierra six x reader

Plot: It was just supposed to be an ordinary mission - Y/N was sent out by her boyfriend, mob boss Nick Fowler to find Sierra Six, charm him and throw him off their scent. Little did she know though, that her meeting with Six would change everything. Pairing: MobBoss!Nick Fowler x Female!Reader and Agent!Sierra Six x Female!Reader Warnings: 18+ Please! This is a dark fic. Mentions of abuse and violence against the reader, manipulation, smut (fingering and masturbation), some dub/non-con and SA, possessive behaviour, degradation, threats of violence and death, blood, alcohol and Nick Fowler, because that man is a warning all on his own. As always, if I miss any triggers, please let me know. Notes: I love both Ryan and Sebastian, AND Six and Nick, so ever since I saw The Gray Man, I thought of Nick and Six interacting and their dynamic, so here we are! Even though they don’t meet in this...yet? This fic took me forever to write, and I hope you like it! Not beta-d, so all mistakes are my own. Also credit to my best friend @staticscreenwriting for my dividers.

Adjusting the hem of her dress and rechecking her lipstick in the mirror, Y/N’s gaze flickers to the door once again. Hopefully Sierra Six comes in soon, and then she can get this over with and go home. Her boyfriend Nick asked her…well, more like ordered her to go find Six and charm him, because his investigation was getting a little too close to home. Y/N doesn’t know exactly what Nick is so worried about Six finding out, but she learned a long time ago to stop asking too many questions about Nick’s job. All she knows is that Nick is a mob boss, the head of a powerful group of people. If Six found them, Nick and his business would be in a lot of danger. So Nick sent her out to charm six and throw him off the scent, turning his head just enough for all the evidence to disappear. And the whole time, Nick is the puppet master, controlling everything. Nick told her to use her…feminine charms on Six, because in his words, any hot-blooded male would be foolish to not go for her. It’s why her lipstick choice is bright red, and why her dress is cut in just the right way to show enough cleavage and leg.

Sighing, Y/N fiddles awkwardly with her fingers. She loves Nick, of course she does, and she’d do anything to make him happy. But she’s just so tired of all of this. Of the scheming, the threats, the fear of someone trying to find her or Nick for some kind of retribution. Not to mention being treated like an object by everyone, including Nick. Deep down, Y/N’s wanted out of this lifestyle for a long time. Sometimes, she likes to imagine having a normal life. One not stained by blood, and one that’s full of love, rather than fear. In all honesty, she wants the ideal life: the perfect house with the picket fence, marriage, and maybe even kids. But she knows it’s foolish to dream of that, because it’ll never come true. The mob is her life, and it will be forever.

Besides, there's no way she could ever leave. She’s been with Nick and the mob ever since the beginning, when Nick saved her from a life on the streets. The mob life is all she knows. And by this point, she’s too closely intertwined with the mob, and she’s seen too much. Despite how much Nick tells her he loves her and warns the others that she’s off limits, she knows he’d be the first one ordering her to be killed before she got too far. Although she’s given most of her life to Nick (and by extension, the mob), she means nothing to them. It hurts, but it’s just the way they work. Suddenly, the door opens once more, and Y/N notices Six walking in. Showtime. As he sits down at the bar and orders a drink, Y/N braces herself and walks over to him, trying to ignore her stomach twisting with anxiety. Hopefully, this works. For everyone’s sake.

“Is that seat taken?” She asks, hoping her voice sounds alluring enough. Six grunts something in agreement, and she takes a seat, adding a “Thanks, handsome.” Nick used to love it when she spoke to him like that, but now, he barely looks at her. Well, unless he wants something from her, like this mission. Ordering a glass of wine, she can feel Six’s eyes on her immediately. Even though she knows it’s part of the job, being stared at like she’s a piece of meat never stops making her uncomfortable. “So, why is a handsome guy like you all alone on a Saturday night?” She turns to face Six as she asks the question. And as soon as she meets his blue eyes, her breath catches in her throat. God, this man is fucking gorgeous. Her eyes move even lower, to the muscles bulging through his suit jacket. This mission might be harder than she thought.

“Well, I just needed a break. And besides, I’m not alone, am I? You’re here now.” His comment makes them both chuckle, and Six clinks his beer bottle with her wine glass. Immediately, Y/N feels more at ease, just by being around Six, despite Nick’s warnings about him. Of course, she knows Nick is definitely not a saint. Yet with the way Nick spoke about Six, she thought he was worse, some kind of monster, a villain who came to destroy their happiness, and has to be stopped at all costs. In fact, he seems to be the exact opposite. As time goes on, they keep chatting to one another, and for a moment, Y/N forgets why she’s actually there. In fact, she could stay and talk to Six for hours, not to throw him off the scent, but to get to know him better. In a way, it stops being a job for her. But even though she wants to get closer to Six, Y/N knows she has to do what she came here for.

“So….” She trails off, leaning in closer and batting her eyelashes. “How about you and I get out of here and get to know each other better?” Six looks her up and down, and Y/N thinks he’s about to take her up on her offer. To her disappointment, though, Six shakes his head and gets up, muttering something about how busy he is, and how he has to go. Y/N watches him as he goes, wondering if she should follow him and try to charm him more before everything falls apart, and before her life as she knows it is destroyed. Yet, Y/N doesn’t move, and continues to watch him leave. Because deep down, she knows there’s nothing else she can do. Besides, if she kept trying to convince Six to spend time with her, he would probably find it suspicious, and that would do more harm than good for both of them.

With another sigh, Y/N turns back to the bartender and orders another glass of wine.

After another few drinks, Y/N leaves the bar. Her mind is full of anxiety the entire walk back as she wonders how the hell she can explain to Nick what happened, and why she failed at her mission. Hopefully, he somehow takes it well, even though she knows he’s going to be pissed. And there’s nothing scarier than a pissed off Nick Fowler. When Nick’s mad, it’s almost as if he snaps, and becomes a completely different person, even more dangerous than he is usually. So, she’s fucked.

Suddenly, she hears footsteps behind her, and her heart rate picks up. At first, she thinks (or rather, hopes) it’s Nick, sending someone to pick her up and see how she did. But she knows that’s not his style. Nick likes things a little more subtle. He’s not the type to do things so publicly. Her pace quickens, as does the person behind her. So the only explanation is that someone is following her. Warily, she clenches her fist together, trying to remember the self-defence training Nick taught her. Before she can do anything, however, someone grabs her, dragging her into a nearby alleyway. She tries to scream, but her assailant covers her mouth with their hand. As she is slammed against a wall, Y/N’s leg flies out, striking her assailant in the leg. It’s only until she hears an:

“Ah, fuck!” That she realises who it is.

“Six?” she frowns, her voice muffled by his hand from her mouth. Groaning, Six removes his hand, and his blue eyes are soon back on her. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! Why were you following me?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” He huffs. “Like why you, the girlfriend of the mob boss Nick Fowler, were flirting with me and trying to get me to leave with you?” When her brows furrow, and she asks:

“How did you-?” Six laughs. He looks over her once more, his concentrated gaze making her shiver. He is really hot.

“Please, I’m a CIA agent. What do you expect? I’ve been tracking you and your boyfriend for a long time. So again, tell me why you were following me. Are you that unhappy in your relationship? Am I your little piece on the side? Or is it because you and your boyfriend know that I’ve been tracking him, and he sent you out here to stop me rather than facing me himself?” Shit. Y/N feels the heat on her cheeks building. She opens her mouth to reply, but can’t find the words. “Well? Answer me.” Six demands, his forceful voice making the heat on her cheeks deepen as she feels the familiar feelings of arousal building. Oh god. This can’t be happening. Not here, not ever.

“My romantic life is none of your concern.” She snaps, hoping it’s enough to get him to back off. Unsurprisingly, though, Six continues his onslaught.

“That’s what you’re most worried about? Come on. Just tell me the truth, and I won’t hurt you.”

“What, you think I’m scared of you? Because I’m not.” She hisses. “Do what you want.” Six shrugs.

“Fine. In that case, when your boyfriend and his associates come to get you, I’ll be waiting for them.”

“No!” she gasps suddenly, immediately regretting it. Six raises a brow, and she sighs. “Fine. I’m here to tell you to stay away from Nick Fowler and his associates before you get hurt. Trust me, he’s a dangerous man, and you don’t want to cross him.”

“I can’t do that. He’s done a lot of bad things, and hurt a lot of innocent people.”

“And you haven’t either? I’ve heard about the shit you pulled.” Six rolls his eyes.

“That was part of the job. Besides, why are you defending him so much?”

“Because I love him! I’m sorry that you don’t understand that feeling.” She hisses. When she sees Six’s face fall slightly in reaction to her comment, a part of her feels bad. Yet, the change in his expression is gone almost as soon as she notices it. She studies his face closely in the dim light. Even with the lack of light, he is gorgeous. Nick told her that Six is her enemy, but something about him is alluring to her. “Sorry.” She murmurs. “You just need to trust me and stay away from us both.”

“For your own safety or for mine?” Six asks. Honestly, Y/N doesn’t know the answer to that question. However, Six must notice something register in her expression, so his facial expression softens slightly. “Are you okay? Is he hurting you? Is that why I have to stay away?”

“Oh my god, please fucking stop with the twenty questions! Just leave us alone!” She orders. But Six still continues to stare at her, increasing Y/N’s anger. Why won’t he just listen and leave her alone?

“You know, if he’s doing something to you, I can’t sit by and let him do it. I can see it in your face. You’re terrified.” Even though, deep down, Y/N is grateful for his concern, and she knows he could probably keep her safe for a while, it won’t help him against Nick Fowler. Six can’t get involved with her. It’s too dangerous. The last thing she wants is his blood on her hands. So, when Six asks if she’s sure that she’s okay, Y/N nods. She can tell that he doesn’t believe her, but it’s better than the alternative. “Look, at least let me tell you where to find me if you need help.”

“Are you insane?! How the hell is that going to help? What if Nick finds it?” She demands. “Look, I know you want to help, and I appreciate you looking out for me, but I don’t need it. Besides, I need to go. He’ll get suspicious if I’m gone too long.” She turns to go, but Six grabs her arm, pulling her back to him. Before she can say anything, he pulls her close, tenderly kissing her lips. When he stops kissing her, she angrily slaps him. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! You can’t do that!”

“I know, I’m sorry.” Six mumbles. “You’re just so beautiful, and something about you is alluring to me, despite how much danger it could put us in. I know I shouldn’t, but I want to be with you, and make sure you’re safe.”

“Yeah, you should be sorry.” Still though, her mind fills with conflicted thoughts. Despite how angry she is at Six, she can’t deny how good the kiss was, and how much it makes her entire body tingle. Nick never makes her feel like this. So cared for, so protected...so loved. She feels her desire grow. This time, it's a desire for Six. “And I’m sorry for what I’m about to do.” She murmurs, before kissing him back, this time even harder and deeper. She knows it’s wrong, but Six kisses her with such love and tenderness, so much more than Nick, and in that moment, she wants to stay with him. Six’s hands tangle in her hair, and she wraps hers around his waist.

“Come with me.” Six whispers. Even though she’s starting to want to, Y/N shakes her head.

“I can’t. We’re both from two different worlds.”

“I’ll find you.”

“Please don’t look for me. Trust me Six, you don’t want to save me.” And then, with one last peck on his lips, Y/N goes.

When she gets home, Y/N tries her best to sneak back to her bedroom with no one noticing her. On the way, she thinks of Six, and her heart and body continue to ache for him. As she thinks about him, the pleasure between her thighs returns, and her pussy tingles. But it’s okay. She’s almost back to safety, and then she can deal with this and pretend it never happened. Even though Six has probably already tracked her location, and will no doubt have agents sat outside within the hour.

“There you are! I was wondering where you got to.” Nick’s voice sounds. Immediately, Y/N stops, her blood running cold.

“Nick! I thought you were in a meeting!” She gasps. Oh shit, shit, shit. Nick raises an eyebrow at her confusion.

“Don’t be silly. I had to come see my best girl after her first mission.” He steps forward, planting a kiss on her forehead. His kisses definitely aren’t the same as Six’s. “How did it go?” He asks with a grin.

“It seems like he’s going to back off.” She lies, hoping that Nick doesn’t pick up on the lie. Or at least…that she only hopes Six is backing off, even though she knows he definitely isn’t going to.

“Good girl.” Yet, despite her telling him what he wanted to hear, Nick frowns. “Something’s different about you.” He murmurs.

“Oh. Really? How so?” Y/N asks, trying to play it cool, trying to play it cool, despite the fear running through her veins. Nick’s eyes scan her body curiously, causing Y/N to let out a small gasp despite her attempts to seem calm, and her heart rate rises.

“I think there’s something you’re not telling me.”

“Nick, I swear to you there’s nothing I’m hiding from you.” She insists.

“You really expect me to believe that?” Nick scoffs. “I can smell him all over you. What happened?”

“Nothing! We just talked and kissed. That’s all, I swear.”

“Don’t fucking lie to me.” Nick hisses. Without another word, His hand disappears up her skirt, his fingers brushing against the fabric of her underwear. Y/N quivers, and Nick tuts. “I thought so. Your pussy is dripping wet, you filthy whore.”

“I’m sorry.” Y/N whimpers.

“Not good enough.” Nick tuts, grabbing her chin and turning her face to face him. “Look at me when I’m talking to you.” He orders. “What is it? Am I not good enough for you anymore? Do you not want me? Is it Six you want?” As he interrogates her, he keeps rubbing his finger along her underwear. Feeling herself getting wetter by the moment, Y/N gasps. “Answer me.”

“No.” She whispers. A slap hits her cheek, and she winces.

“Louder.”

“No.” She repeats.

“No, what?” He hisses. When she doesn’t reply right away, he pulls down her underwear and slips his finger inside, causing her to yelp slightly. “Answer me.”

“No, Nick. It’s you I want.” She insists. “It’s always been you.” Yet, despite her insistence, Nick continues to question her.

“You think you can just leave after all this? After everything I’ve done? I saved you from a life in the gutter, because I love you, and this is how you repay me?” His grip on her tightens, and Y/N yelps in pain, but Nick continues. “Who do you think pays for your good lifestyle and your little shopping sprees, you little whore? Because it’s not him.” He increases his speed, and Y/N writhes and moans under his grasp. As the sensation of Nick’s hot breath against her skin continues, she bites down hard, trying to quiet the beast threatening to erupt from within her. “You want to leave me, but who’s the one exciting you and pleasuring you? It’s me. You need me, don’t you?”

“Yes Nick. I do.” Her voice comes out as a strained squeak, and Nick chuckles. She clutches his arm, signifying to him that she’s close. Nick smirks. “Nick, I’m going to….” Y/N gasps but is cut off as she finally comes. She lets out a scream of pleasure, one so loud it almost shakes the walls of the building. And the whole time, Nick watches her. Once she’s done, he lets go, and she falls to the floor with an ‘oof’. Nick stays standing, staring down at her as if she’s nothing more than a piece of garbage he’d scrape off his shoe.

“Remember, I own you Y/N. You’re mine. The only way you’re getting out of here is in a fucking body bag. Do you understand me?” Suddenly finding herself unable to speak, Y/N nods. Nick chuckles. “But if you want it, then that can certainly be arranged. And I’ll see to it that agent friend of yours joins you.” Y/N knows he’s not joking. “Go tidy yourself up.” Nick orders. “We have guests coming.” He walks past her, disappearing down the hallway. As soon as he’s gone, Y/N starts sobbing.

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louisianaspell · 1 year

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March Miscellaneous Fic Rec

🔪 Dark fics: These fics/series contain scenes and plots that can be triggering! Please make sure you read all the warnings, tags, and authors note before reading!

🔥 Smut: These fics contain sexual situations, 18+up only!

Unsolicited (Lloyd Hansen x Reader)

You run into a rude stranger at the mall, but this won’t be just another chance encounter 🔪🔥

Unexpected (Lloyd Hansen x Reader)

You must come to terms with life with Lloyd Hansen and all that comes with it 🔪🔥 (Sequel to Unsolicited ⬆️)

Mob!Bucky parent drabble (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

You and your mobster have the sweetest, prettiest baby. She's also the most stubborn child you've ever met. Of course, considering her father is Bucky Barnes, you're not the least bit surprised

See You Next Shift pt. 1 (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

A quickie with your coffeeshop coworker gets derailed when a customer walks in—and your fuck buddy makes you wait for him to be done serving their drink before picking up where he left off 🔥

Sore Muscles (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Bucky’s prosthetic has been causing some issues, but it’s a good thing he has you to help him out with that

Sharing is Caring (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Bucky doesn’t share food. No exceptions. Well, one exception.

Only Yesterday (Nick Fowler x Reader)

Isolated and lonely in your life as your grandmother’s caretaker, you find yourself living vicariously through your neighbour (Series Warnings: 🔪🔥)

#marvel fic rec #march misc fic rec #fic rec #chris evans fic rec #sebastian stan fic rec #steve rogers fic rec #bucky barnes fic rec

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point of no return | nick fowler

pairing: nick fowler x mob daughter!reader

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

warnings: 18+ topics, smut (18+), oral (female receiving)

already imagined our bodies entwining, defenceless and silent ...

She couldn’t have rushed away from him far enough once they reached her penthouse Upper East Side apartment. Like a prey rushing from the predator, she climbed up the stairs to her safe place. The apartment was mostly new and a gift from her daddy when Nick was hired. He had demanded her bodyguard be with her 24/7 which meant her studio flat in Brooklyn was no longer gonna cut it as Nick couldn’t just crash in the couch and hope she would continue with her life. No, they needed a place which could accommodate both of them and her father deemed fit it’d be a two story penthouse in the heart of the most prestigious street in the Upper East Side where she had her part of the home upstairs and Nick downstairs, only sharing the kitchen. He had to admit Mr. Bullet was gracious with his money; half the people he knew in his line of work would’ve just put him in the worse liveable situation and call it day. However, here he was, in a room decorated with Hermes blankets and thousand dollar furniture. He wondered what her part of the penthouse looked like if he was bathed in luxury downstairs. Nick was strictly forbidden from going upstairs unless there was imminent danger as her father had made it very clear. It was almost like dangling candy in front of a child whenever he’d hear the shower turn on and hear the slow songs coming from the speaker. He wondered about what she did. He could almost see her in the vision of his brain; soft, supple skin emerged in rose scented water, all the parts he wished to see covered by foam, only showing the fold of her leg and the skin above her collarbones with her hair so messy yet so tidy put away with a large mother of pearl clip. He could see her reading those books she so much tried to hide from him and the rest of her family, biting on that plump lip while holding a glass of pink lemonade, bathed by candlelight. Yet again, those were merely fantasies he entertained himself with.

He rose from his bed after reading through correspondence on his email to grab something from the kitchen. As he stepped out of his bedroom, there she was almost like a wrapped present. La Perla nightgown which barely hit past her ass in a black silk and lace white edges. He’d been there when she’d bought it straight off the showroom. It was nice to actually see how it fit, specially when she was bent over looking for something in the fridge; possibly cookie dough bites she hide as further away from him as she could. He made his way slowly behind her, fighting the urge to trace the back of her thigh and remained there in silence. She could be so easily killed, almost ridiculously. She finally found what she was looking for, happily grabbing it before getting up. A little shriek got stuck on her throat as her ass rubbed against his crotch, making her turn around and hold the refrigerator door. He smirked, walking past her towards the mini fridge to get a beer.

- You make this job harder than it should be. - he popped the cap open against the corner of the counter. Her eyes glanced at his hands before going back to look at him. - You need to pay attention to your surroundings, pet.

- Isn’t that what you’re paid for?

- I’m not gonna be here forever.

- I’ll find a new bodyguard when you leave. - she held the snack against her chest, taking a few steps away so there was distance between them. However, no matter how much she tried there was always a force she couldn’t explain. It was almost like two magnets facing each other; happy at a distance yet forcing away from one another when close.

Nick smirked. There was no new bodyguard, there was no one else who could replace him. Nick was the best of the best, he was the only man capable of defending a mob boss’ daughter and still be able to inspire fear in those who looked his way. Perhaps he had an ego but Nick Fowler knew one thing - no one could replace him and no one was like him. Yet again, no one was like her. She eyed him with caution, wanting to get a bowl from the cupboard he was leaning against. He followed her eye sight before returning her gaze.

- Do you need something, pet? - he grabbed a small bowl from the cupboard, not breaking eye contact. - Or are you gonna ravage the cookie dough bites with your own hands?

He walked up to her, holding out a hand with the bowl. Her bottom lip pouted out as she took it from him before running upstairs. Nick scoffed, cocking his head to the side as he watched her climb up those stairs. She was a worthy opponent yet a confusing one. He never knew if he was close enough to winning the bet or if she was merely toying him around. Perhaps she could, yet he didn’t think she was the one to play men on a string. Yet again, her father was a mob boss and she clearly didn’t act like her mother so she must take after her father. He sat in the couch, shifting through the channels on the TV while Y/N closed herself in her bedroom.

She didn’t know what to read from Nick. He wasn’t like the men her father kept on his staff; he usually had two types of men from what she had assessed - the loyal ones and the clout chasers. The loyal ones had been there from the beginning and were men she’d grow up around learned to see as family while the clout chasers were usually young and either trying to piss off their parents or establish themselves in the mob world. Nick was ... complicated. He was loyal yet it felt as if he was scheming, constantly putting her through the test. It wouldn’t be the first time her father attempted to have one of his employees try and seduce their daughter to test her. However, she had to admit that Nick had to be the most handsome man to try and tempt her. Perhaps her father was finally understanding she wouldn’t fall for desperate mob wannabes. But was she falling for Nick?

No, she reassured herself as she opened her book back up. There was something about the grey character, the one who’s not a villain but not a hero. Sometimes she could almost picture him, with dark hair and bright eyes speaking in a low voice. Her hand caressed up her thigh as she pictured the man, his lips supple, running kisses down her thighs before looking up with eyes filled with lust. She leaned against her pillow, her eyes blurry staring at the book and softly closing before opening and looking at the window.

She saw him there, his forearm resting against the door frame. His eyes, once so beautifully light blue, were dark, akin to a navy blue as he inspected her laying there in bed. Her eyes followed the rim of his red jumper, how they were snug against his arms and chest, barely holding its seams. He lowered his arm to walk further into her bedroom, each step slow yet loaded with a predator-like stance. He towered over her, his thumb resting on her chin, pulling it slightly down.

- What are you doing, pet? - he asked slowly, his other hand following up her thigh and to the edge of the expensive nightgown.

She couldn’t find the words to say anything as his hand reached under the nightgown, fingers brushing over her pantie covered core.

- Nick ... - she whimpered, afraid to move may be stop. Nick merely smirked, leaning to kiss her.

Her arms wrapped around his neck as he laid down in bed on top of her, his once slow and testing kiss turning urgent. He was no longer testing the waters, instead kissing her like his life depended on it. His lips left hers, leaning down her neck and collarbones and she couldn’t help but moaning at the chapped feeling against her soft skin. He continued to kiss down her body until her hips, when his eyes stop paying attention to how her skin looked and felt instead to look at her.

- Is this what the men in your books do? - he questioned, putting her legs over his shoulder. He kept eye contact with her as he kissed her inner thighs. - Does your father know you’re reading this?

- No. - her voice was shaky as she shook her head no.

- ‘Course he doesn’t. - he playfully bite the soft skin of her inner thigh. - You act like such a fucking angel. Like a good girl. You’re a good girl, aren’t you?

- I ... - was she? She considered herself good, she just enjoyed those books.

- You’re not. - he answered his own question, he pushed her underwear to her knees. - You want this.

She could only nod as he traced the tip of his nose between her folds, following the path with his rough tongue. She whimpered, her hand scrunching the sheets below her as he licked a slow strip through her folds before sucking on her clit. Her hand held his hand against her core as he started to switch between licking and sucking. She no longer knew what to focus on, if to focus on the texture of his tongue or the warmth of his mouth on her core or how he growled and moaned against her. It was too much, it was too much until a knock on her door had her raising from the bed.

The once dark sky was now bright with the sun light entering her room and the man she was sure was in her room was not. Her book was half open on top of her stomach and the only reminder was the wetness between her legs. She closed her thighs shut, regained her breathe from a fantasy she knew she should not be having. She shouldn’t be thinking of her bodyguard in this manner. As she attempted to ground herself, there was another knock.

- Y/N? - Nick’s voice seemed to go straight to her core. Fuck, pull yourself together. - We’re going to be late to your father’s lunch.

- What time is it? - she shifted her hair to the side, searching through her nightstand for her phone.

It was way past the time she was supposed to be in the car to go to her father’s estate. She was late, awfully late and as that dawned on her, she was immediately on her feet. Rushing through papers left from her job and her books to attempt to get a dress that would make her look like she would’ve taken enough time to be late. She tripped over her feet while putting on her heels before grabbing her bag and phone, opening the door to see Nick standing there with crossed arms.

- That’s too formal. - she commented while straightening her dress.

- Excuse me?

- The tie. - she walked up to him, undoing his tie and pulling it off him. - Ties are for dinners.

- What would I do without your costume help?

She gave him a shy smile, those images still playing in her mind and intensifying as his hand touched her skin to help her inside the car. She could not think of him in this manner; he was her bodyguard and that was all, she’d been taught better then this. Her mind was distracted of the matter as she walked inside her family estate, immediately being taken by her mother while Nick remained at the entrance with the rest of the staff.

Visiting the estate was always to him like dangling the end of the mission in front of his eyes. If only he was allowed in, if he didn’t have to stick with the rest of the wide eyed idiot staff hoping to be part of the inner circle, he could easily get the information. He could get the information he needed, he could perhaps finish this early. Yet again, he couldn’t finish this mission without winning this bet. His eyes lingered over her, only to find she’d been staring at him only to stop once she was caught. He had to admit, she was beautiful, beautiful enough for him to approach her if she were at a bar. It was almost poetic to see her in the middle of so many people all with a massive file at the CIA.

- Fowler. - Mr. Bullet approached him. - Follow me.

He ignored his instinct of looking around, attempting to appear like a man willing to do whatever it was the mob boss required. He led him to one of the many silver trolleys filled with drinks, stopping to pour himself a sotch.

- Are you a whiskey guy, Fowler? - he questioned, taking a gulp of his drink.

- I don’t particularly mind when it comes to alcohol.

- I trust a guy who likes whiskey. - he handed him a glass. - Not those who attempt to cover an answer by giving me the one you did.

- I am not here to bid for your trust, Mr. Bullet. I am here because your daughter is here.

- Look around, Fowler ...

He waved his hand in a small, contained gesture to the room filled with all the associates, wives and staff. They almost all merged into one, all here under the man who controlled everyone, even those who believed they couldn’t be controlled.

- Everyone here wants me dead and everyone here wants to be me.

- I don’t think anyone would want to be you.

- They do, they just can’t. - he downed the rest of his drink. - They expect me to die so someone can inherit my title when the truth is, no one’s gonna.

- You gonna let your empire fall?

- I’m gonna let my daughter rule it. I could’ve had more children, could’ve had a son but in my experience, male dynasties fall apart.

- I’m sure she’ll do grand.

- Which is why you’re here. You’re here to protect my daughter. The next time I catch you looking even in her direction with any other intention, we’re gonna have a problem and we don’t want to have a problem, do we?

- No, sir.

- I’m glad. - he smiled, patting his shoulder. - Enjoy the lunch, Fowler.

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navybrat817 · 2 years

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Nick Fowler Masterlist

Welcome to my Nick Fowler Masterlist, lovelies, and I hope you enjoy! Header by @sgt-seabass , banners by @vase-of-lilies and dividers by @firefly-graphics. Check them out!

Main Masterlist

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Mini-Series and Shared Universes

Undercover (Nick Fowler x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader)

Your partner wants you...and so does the man watching you.

Lie to Me 🔥 💞 (undercover) 💙

Summary: The lines get blurred when you go undercover with Nick.

Tell Me You Love Me

Nightclub (Nick Fowler x Reader, Bucky Barnes x Reader, Nick Fowler x Reader x Bucky Barnes)

You’re unwillingly caught in a battle between a nightclub owner, Nick, and his bouncer, Bucky.

Push and Pull 🔥🛑 💞 (nightclub) 💙

Summary: Nick wants what Bucky has.

Back and Forth

Mob

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

Bride and Groom

Summary: Nick lives in a dangerous world, but it won't stop him from marrying the love of his life.

Read Between the Lies (Featuring Max Burnett x Reader)

The Truth Will Set You Free 🔥🛑

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

Skeptical

Summary: Nick lives in a dangerous world, but it won’t stop him from marrying the love of his life.

Summary: Nick and Max have a conversation.

Reluctant

Summary: Max and Nick say you're not playing a game, but you find yourself to be a reluctant player anyway.

One Shots, Drabbles, Headcanons & Imagines

Soft Spot 🔥

Summary: Nick has only one soft spot...you.

Gratification 🔥💙

Summary: A ring on your finger isn't enough to satisfy Nick Fowler.

Wake Up Call 🔥

Summary: Just a morning in bed with Nick.

Coming Home 🔥

Summary: You welcome Nick home after a mission.

Just a Dream

Summary: The stranger in your dreams seems familiar to you.

Hell Hath No Fury 🔥

Summary: You show Mace that Nick belongs to you.

Falling Apart for You 🔥

Summary: You’ve been hurt before, but Nick will wait for you.

Give It to Me 🔥

Summary: One is never enough for Nick, so why not return the favor?

Trust Me 🔥

Summary: Nick just needs a little push to get things to the next level.

Put on a Show 🔥

Summary: Nick doesn’t like to share, but he’ll let you put on a show.

Christmas Karma

Summary: Nick doesn’t appreciate anyone pushing you around, especially when you’re shopping.

Salt in the Open Wound 🔥 🛑 💞 (a/b/o)

Summary: Nick's jealousy gets the better of him when you take an assignment with another alpha.

Monster in Your Head 🔥 🛑 💞 (demon)

Summary: After being captured and sold to a powerful demon, Nick, you begin to wonder if you're right where you belong.

With This Ring 🔥 🛑

Summary: Nick wants you to be his wife, even if you don't think you're ready.

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buckys-wintersoldier · 10 days

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Mr. Fowler is looking for you🤭

Ohhh, this man makes me go feral every time I see him. @lanabuckybarnes knows exactly what I’m talking about, do you, bbg?

And becuase I can’t stop thinking about soft!dark!Nick you get a little softy boy now.

Warnings -> 18+, Minors DNI, dark!Nick, mention of sex

You don’t know how but wherever you are he is there too — Nick Fowler. He wants you to — he gets you but you’re not doing it really easy for him. He is following you for weeks, month but he never convinced you to make you his.

It’s not like you don’t like him, he got your attention the first time he tried to make you his — during your arranged marriage. But you only shook your head and smirked at him, not letting him get you that easily.

Wherever you go, he follows, like a lost puppy just in a bit darker. Punching everyone who looks at you for too long, pushing you against the wall in a quiet room, lips trailing over yours, down your jaw and along your neck, while his hand is wrapped around your throat, squeezing softly.

But you are good in wiggling out of his grip, pushing him away and acting like it didn’t soak your panties. But it does, every time. Your pussy is aching and you have to use your toy to get some relief down there.

And like always, Nick follows you once again, appearing in a middle of a gala, not paying any attention to the gasping people around you. He only needs to take one step into the room before everyone wants quiet.

You know he is there because none of the people around you is talking and most of them turn around in her seats, staring at your husband.

“Babygirl, there you are. Was looking for you,” he says, chuckling softly. You roll your eyes, knowing that he has that grin on his face — that one that makes your knees weak and your pussy throb.

“Nick! I wondered how long you need,” you say back, earning a soft laugh. And oh fuck, thats absolutely amazing, the roughness mixed with the softness it’s just perfect.

You turn around, not much since Nick makes his way closer to you. His hands capturing your cheeks and he tilts your head back, smirking at you before he presses his lips softly against yours. You move your lips softly against his and he knows — you belong to him now and he could pick you up form the seat and carry you out do the room, finally getting what he wants — your pussy to claim you. And thats exactly what he is doing, claiming you with the most filthy but sweet sex.

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goldensunflowe-r · 3 years

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Second Masterlist

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Clingy Harry

Dad Harry • Part2 • Part3

Dunkirk Alex

Werewolf Harry • part2 • Part3

Sick • Part2

Friends with benefits

Famous reader

Friend • Part2

TikTok

CeoHarry • Part2 • Part3

BadBoy

Brothers best friend

Sub Harry • Part2 • Part3 • Part4 • part5 • Part6

Enemies to Lovers

Period

Soulmate • Part2

Fluff • Part2 • Part3

Cam Harry/reader

SMUT • Part2

Thigh riding • Part2

Mob!Harry

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Sub!Spencer Reed

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Zendaya

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Nick Fowler Smut

Sub Bucky Barnes

Alpha Bucky Barnes

Bucky Barnes Soulmate au

Winter Soldier Imagines

Dark bucky barnes (+smut) • Part2

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Sub!Natasha Romanoff • Part 2

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Sub!Ransom Drysdale

Sub!Steve Rogers • Part 2

Ari Levinson Smut • part2 • Part3

Dad Chris Evans

SEXIEST MAN ALIVE

Chris Evans - Age Gap

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Sub!Loki Laufeyson

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Tommy Shelby Smut.• Part 2

Tommy Shelby x Pregnant reader

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Dad Daemon Targaryen • Part 2

Daemon Targaryen Smut • Part2

Daemon Targaryen Angst

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world-of-aus · 2 years

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Tell Me I’ve Been Lied To

Pairing: Mob!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of blood, character death, angst, alludes to dark characteristics.

A/n: I’ve been listening to angsty tunes, reading angstier works, and then finally being spammed with gifs and images of nick fowler that just screamed mobboss bucky but make him an ASS. So i put this together, sorry for the heartache, will bring smut later to make ammends.

ALL OTHER WORK CAN BE FOUND ON MY MASTERLIST IN MY BIO.

Blood seeped from the open wound that adorned the top of your head, matting your hair further.

“You’re not him you know, you don’t have to be like him, you don’t have to be your father,” you argued, “there is no debt to settle, you’ve settled it already James!”

His hands still on the rag that wipes the butt of the gun that had kissed your head minutes earlier. He turns to look at you over his shoulder, bright greys shining in the dark of the run down building he’s holding you in, “I'm sorry this had to go down like this.”

Your jaw clenches tears threatening to pool as you look at the man you once loved, the man who had sworn to you and your father that he would protect you at all costs, “you can still do the right thing.”

He scoffs, body turning as he faces you fully hands going back to wiping the gun in his hand down. You watch him move forward, feet creeping him closer to you, you grimace when he steps over the cold body of your dad. He stops before you, “shame,” he murmurs, “I kind of liked you.”

The first tear slips from your eye, “was any of it real?”

He lowers himself till he’s leveled with you, hand reaching out to wipe the lone tear, “you were so stupid, you should’ve known, did you really think I cared about you?” Another tear falls, this time his thumb doesn’t catch it, “always hated when you cried,” he mutters, “and just so you know – if it helps any, I don’t regret anything,” he adds front sight of his gun tapping your knee.

“I thought I could trust you – you knew about this all along, didn’t you?”

He’s nodding, “this was my plan all along – it was necessary.”

“Making me fall in love with you was part of the plan,” you question, “gaining my trust and that of my fathers, that was part of your plan?”

“A debt needed to be repaid y/n, and in this case, it was a life for a life,” he answers head turning back to look at the lifeless body of your father. “My father had no hand in ending your father’s life,” you cried, “the man who shot your father was taken care of my father saw to it.”

Bucky’s on you then hand wrapped around your neck, the front sight of the gun now pressed to your head as he looks down at you, “and that should have been mine to take care of not your fathers,” he all but growled.

“So you take my father’s life,” you grunt, “you took the life of a man who brought justice to your father’s death, do you realize how crazy that sounds?”

“I did what I had to do, casualties or not,” the hand around your neck squeezes, “this is what you get for trusting me.”

The tears stream steadily down your cheeks, lower lip quivering with the need to release the sob that you hold down in your chest. “There has to be an explanation you -” he trails the gun down your cheek, “I don’t owe you an explanation.”

Your eyes slip shut, more tears falling, “so that’s it then, I was just a debt waiting to be settled,” your eyes meet his, “a pawn in your game.”

“I would say no hard feelings but -”

“Did you even meant it,” you question, “when you said you loved me did you even mean it?”

He seems to ponder it for a moment, “I’d like to think had circumstance been different, I might have been able too.”

This time you don’t hold back the sob that wracks through your body, “so that’s it then, you’ve got what you want, and you’re just going to leave me to pick up the pieces on my own?”

He steps away from you, “I can ask St-

“Don’t, I don’t need to hear anything more,” your watery eyes flicker to his, “I just want you to go - leave!”

Bucky doesn’t falter and you're not sure what hurt you more –the loss of your father, or the loss of a love, you thought would be the one.

A weak part of your mind waits for him to walk back in laughter filling his voice, and a smile meeting his eyes as he tells you all of this was some sick joke, but how would it explain your father lying lifeless in a pool of his own blood.

You struggle against your restraints as the sorrow turns to white hot anger, a scream tearing past your lips as you fight to break free of the ties that binded you to the rickety wooden chair.

Your wrists are burned raw when you finally manage to fall to your knees your body covering your fathers as you cry for him.

Cry for what should have been.

“It's not true tell me I've been lied to”

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imaginedreamwrite · 2 years

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Like My Father: Part 7

Ari turned his attention to the clock sitting on the wall, studying the second hand as it seemed to move backward in a test of his patience and the seeping aggravation that was settling into his skin. It was time for you to come home, time for you and him to start going over the plan for your takeover and yet you were late.

Not only had you been late, but he hadn’t heard from Curtis, Bucky or Jefferson and Ari was moments from hunting them down himself. He was mere moments from withdrawing himself from one of the studies in your father’s estate and crossing the marble floor of the lobby toward the front door armed with his Luger until he had found you.

Ari was almost to that point when he had picked up on the soft click of the door opening and closing followed by the soft shuffle of bare feet against the cool grey marble. He had placed his hands upon the dark stained armrests of the chair he was sitting in and pushed himself to stand, his teeth grinding as the footsteps were about to sneak past the study until Ari had cleared his throat.

The footsteps had stopped and the rise of your scent had become a telltale sign of your simultaneous surprise and anticipation. You had known you were late and you were trying to slip by as if he wouldn’t have noticed your presence and descent upon the estate so late.

“Y/N.” Ari had cracked open the door and glanced out at the hall. He was watching you with slightly narrowed eyes and a stern frown on his face, attempting to keep himself together despite how cute you looked with widened eyes and parted lips, like a teen getting caught sneaking back in.

“Ari.” You swallowed thickly and flicked your attention past him toward the study, and the impending conversation you were going to have because you knew you would be in some kind of trouble.

“You’re late, Y/N.” Ari settled his hands into his pockets while he studied you and how you were dressed, in designer pieces that Jefferson had no doubt picked out yet they weren’t together in the set they had come in, a clear choice made by you to mix designers. “You were supposed to be here over an hour ago.”

“Well, I am the boss, right? Doesn’t it start when I get here?” Your sheepish and strained smile was tight your attention darted between him and the hallway you were trying to sneak down, away from him and the study.

“You’re not the boss yet.” Ari clicked his tongue against his teeth fully and affectively breaking, at least partly. “Honey…”

“I’m sorry, okay. Fuck, I’m sorry for being late but I’m tired and I’m weary and I just…Jefferson made me get to another seven places to go and pick out another half-full wardrobe and then he tossed half of them into his studio to upgrade…” You raised your hands and curled your fingers to emphasize the word upgrade.

“Come on,” Ari had placed his hand upon your arm and gently tugged you closer to the study, “I’ll make it quick, alright? And then you can go to bed.”

“I could always go to bed now and we could pick it up in the morning,” you started the argument while stepping through the door, your heels clicking softly against each other as you shifted them from the left hand to the right.

“Sit down, sweetheart.” Ari had directed you to one of the chaises in the study and waited until you had sat upon the far end away from him before he had sat opposite of you.

He waited until you had settled upon the comfortable red cushions, with your feet tucked under you and the heels you had been worn discarded on the floor, and as you were stilling yourself, Ari had leaned forward and intertwined his fingers.

“You need to listen to me,” Ari drew your attention back to him, his eyes studying you with growing affection, adoration and yearning, “we are all here for you and we all want you to succeed. I know you’re getting tired and you think it’s a lot but you need to know this before you take over. You will have a lot of alphas looking down on you because you’re an omega.”

“I know this, Ari. I know that I will have people doubting me.” You were not denying the fact, nor were you denying his insistence that you need to know the ins and outs.

“No sweetheart, I don’t think you understand.” Ari’s voice was wavering on the edge of protective and proactive animosity toward the unseen threats and the urgency to drill as much as he could into you. “It’s not just them doubting you, it’s them believing there is an opportunity to completely take over.”

“Kill me? They’re going to try and kill me?” Your heart skipped a beat, your breath becoming hitched the longer you had thought about the meaning behind the words, the message that he would not inherently give life to.

“There are many people who are loyal to your father and who will follow you as well because they respect him. However, there will be some who will see this as an opportunity to take a shot at the empire your father has built. You are at risk because you are omega and others will see you as weak.” Ari stretched out his hand and settled it upon your own, the warmth from his hand atop yours was little comfort to you, not when the gravity of the situation had been made ever clearer to you.

It was a sudden realization that had been the first catalyst to make your voice shake and your vision start to blur with the sudden emergence of tears that pricked the corners of your eyes. It was the startling seriousness and gravity of what could happen to you, that had driven you to bite down on your bottom lip as you had become preoccupied with your thoughts and the seeds of doubt.

“Y/N look at me,” Ari had squeezed your hand and through blurry vision, you had cast your attention on him again, “I promise you that we are going to do everything we can to make you succeed. If you know your potential enemies and you’re prepared for what gets thrown at you-“

“What do I need to know? Tonight you wanted to talk to me about something.” You pulled your hand away from his and settled it back on your right thigh, yanking on the material of your dress as if it was a stress ball. “What are we doing?”

“We’re going to talk about the potential threats.” Ari had leaned back against the chaise he was sitting on, and lifted one hand to the back of the sofa, grasping a file that had been balancing on the edge. “These are the men you have to worry about most.”

Ari had folded back the front of the manila folder and tucked the front under the back exposing the stack of paper held together by a binder clip attached at the top of the pages. There could have been easier ways to talk to each other about what happened, Ari could have very easily shown you the files via a tablet or the desktop and yet he had chosen paper copies likely to have a physical copy of the files on potential threats who wouldn’t take your takeover with eagerness and instant support.

It wasn’t just Ari who was concerned about the backlash and the attempts to take over the empire for themselves by eliminating or undermining you. It was the potentiality for threats that had driven both Nick and Ari to increase levels of speculation about who was around and who was doing business with your father.

Both were willing, waiting, to see who had to be cut out. It was a necessary step that would help secure your future and steer the organization you were set to take over in the right direction.

“Did my father need to worry about them?” You raised the question and turned your head, unable to look at Ari as you were overcome with emotion with a flip of a switch.

The days leading to the first real discussion between you and Ari about the business had commenced. Minutes, hours and days had bled into weeks and months, the days were filled with various training modules that were meant to make you prepared for the takeover.

You had an entirely new wardrobe and a vanity full of the best skincare and makeup, the finest brushes and tools. You had spent your days learning self-defence and tactics to make you prepared. How long had it been since that first shopping trip with Jefferson?

“You’re not focused,” Nick’s eyes were dark, his sternness was devastating to your abilities to keep up the light-footedness and you felt drawn to exhaustion already, “you’re gonna get yourself killed.”

“I’m trying!” You were tired, you were exhausted from the long-winded hours of following his directions to the best of your abilities.

“I could’ve killed you again!” His animosity was rolling off him like a tidal wave that was slamming into you, dragging you beneath the overwhelming current. “Are you focused?”

“I’m trying my hardest! You don’t need to be such an ass-!” You swung out to strike him, and he had blocked your attempted blow and whipped you around, your back to his chest.

Nick had slid an arm around your waist and held your back to his chest, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear and his fingers splaying against the hem of your shirt. He had huffed against you, the puff of air warming your neck and stirring your ire and hidden admiration for the alpha who was intimidating and beautiful.

Like every one of them.

“Ari had been coddling you, he doesn’t have the means to be tough. You’re his little princess, he would do anything for you, no matter the cost.” Nick’s teeth scraped against your mating gland, his tongue lapping at the flesh while you whimpered against him nearing submission.

“Are you going to let every alpha you come across do this? Are you going to weaken yourself? They’ll eat you up like you’re nothing.” Nick slipped his hand beneath your shirt and while his hand was warm and his fingers had been spread against your skin, his accusations of you being weak had burned beneath your skin.

“I’m not weak!” You grit your teeth, angered by his indictments, triggered by the way he had so easily combatted you.

“Prove it then, omega. Prove your worth.” Nick pushed his hand further up your abdomen, growling lightly in your ear, every moment that his hand was on you was another moment in which you were pushed toward animosity.

“I don’t have to prove anything to you!” Your struggle had begun again, you had used as much of your body weight as possible to fight against him. When he finally had let you go, you balled your hand into a fist and struck him with as much power as you possibly could, cursing at him vehemently.

“Your father had a delicate relationship with them. It was mutual need that kept them close.” Ari had lifted his eyes from the files in his hands and focused his gaze on you, watching you with a slightly tilted head. “You know you don’t have to do this alone.”

“I feel alone,” you murmured and bit down on the inside of your cheek, your fingers twisting the skirt of your dress, “I feel like I’ve already failed.”

“You haven’t failed, honey.” Ari had closed the file and tossed it behind him, then he had stood and moved toward you. Ari had stopped before you and crouched with his hands resting against your knees, his eyes searching your face and the corner of his lips twitching.

“I’m tired, Ari. I’m so tired.” Your vision had blurred with the spring of tears, your bottom lip trembling the longer you looked at him.

“I know, princess.” Ari had slipped his hands further up from your knees to your lower thighs, fingers stretching against your flesh. “Come on, I’ll take you to bed.”

“I thought I had to do this?” Your breath was hitching in your throat as the distance between you and Ari had become lessened with every subtle shift.

“We can do it another day. Let me take you to bed.” Ari had stood and slipped an arm around your shoulders and the other around the back of your legs, lifting you from the couch into his arms. As you were pressed against his chest, you slipped your arms around his neck and settled your cheek against his firm frame.

“Take me to your bed, Ari. Please.” You pleaded with him and angled your head, your gaze meeting his.

“I’ll take you to bed, princess.”

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