#nick fowler drabble

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Promotion🖤🩷 (Request)

[late-to-the-party-81]

This cocky m-f!

Promises and Pearls

You barely make it out of the banqueting hall before he captures your mouth in a searing kiss whilst simultaneously walking you backwards to somewhere a little more secluded. You don’t know what’s gotten into him tonight, but you like it - into it enough to dial down your usual brattiness.

You come back to yourself when he deposits you on a cool hard surface and pulls away from the kiss. Your chest heaves and your pussy throbs, but you don’t complain- your Nicky always sees you right. You’re in a bathroom, sitting on the counter, and your boyfriend is grinning up at you, blue eyes sparkling as he drops to his knees.

His broad hands, hands that hurt so many others, but never you, glide up the outside of your stocking covered legs. He pushes up the skirt of your dress as he goes, and you wiggle to assist him, until it’s bunched around your waist.

“You look so fucking beautiful tonight,” he murmurs as he drops a kiss to your knee before gently pushing your thighs apart.

Now, you may not be acting the brat in this moment, but it’s an integral part of your being so you watch Nick’s face, relishing the moment realisation spreads over his handsome face as he looks at your underwear. His eyes widen, the pupils dilating, and he reaches out with a finger to stroke up and down the string of pearls that sit in the slit of your split-crotch panties, and therefore in the slit of you. All night, with each step, they’ve gently rubbed you - tantalised you - and you can feel how slick the small balls are with your juices.

“Oh, prinţesă,” he says with a chuckle. You know he loves your antics, but he loves making you squirm even more, so with no further ado, he dips his head and proceeds to eat you up. Just as promised.

———

Have I just made Nick and Prinţesă a series? Oops.

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Thirsty Thursday Thought!

Indulge Away!

****

Your heart leapt into a whole new tempo the moment you saw him enter the banquet hall, looking absolutely gorgeous in that blue suit with that white shirt, that perfectly accentuated his Adonis-like frame.

Fucking hell! He was scorching you like a midday sun in the Sahara desert.

His thick hair swayed slightly with the way he moved. You bet everyone looked at him appreciatively, and if you had super hearing, you could probably hear the dreamy sighs. He, on the other hand, was unbothered by the attention. You noticed a frown marred his perfect face, his jaw clenched as his eyes sorted through the crowd, looking, searching.

You licked your lips, gulping down the contents of the glass before you to soothe your parched throat. His eyes searched closer to the table you were standing at, and the moment they met your gaze, he stopped in his tracks. His frown quickly turned into a barely-there grin, and a smirk slowly formed. The intensity of his gaze glued you to the spot, and you watched him equally unwavering.

He quickly pulled out his phone, momentarily losing eye contact, typed furiously into it, and a few seconds later, your phone buzzed. Your eyes widened, and your smile faltered in shock when you read the message. Your thighs clenched as slick coated your panties.

You've got five minutes. Wrap it up, or I don’t care if there’s an audience while I eat you up till you can’t stand straight.

You gulped, quickly excusing yourself from the conversation with the two others at your table, you walked towards him as gracefully as you could muster under his intense stare, full of dirty promises. Of promises that you were entirely aware he would cater because your man knows how to love you delicately while fucking you sinfully.

****

Who’s this man gonna be for you, lovely?

Well, that’s all for this Thirsty Thursday Thought! You've got a thot? Feel free to share!

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Watchers Anonymous Masterlist

Introduction | Meeting 2 | 3

Fool's Game ~ Loki ~ 1 ~ 2

Countermeasure ~ Jake Jensen ~ 1 | 2

Shutter ~ Peter Parker ~ 1 | 2 | 3

Taking Root ~ Bucky Barnes ~ 1 | 2

Give and Take ~ Steve Rogers ~ 1 | 2

Fantasy ~ Curtis Everett ~ 1 | 2

Sparkle in my Eye ~ Captain Syverson ~ 1 | 2

Adore You ~ Thor ~ 1 ~ 2

Home Grown ~ Cole Turner ~ 1 ~ 2

Little Miss Sunshine ~ Nick Fowler ~ 1 ~ 2 ~ 3

Straight to the Point ~ Ransom Drysdale ~ 1

[late-to-the-party-81]

Delirious Decisions

AN: Thank you for tagging me @mercurial-chuckles in your Delirious Decisions. I’ve kept all the same prompts, but gone with some of my own pair ups. I’ve written a little something for each prompt, some as short as 200 words and some as long as around 900.

Some of my entries are little drabbles for some of my established pairings, but some are new and in fact three are set in Avengers Tower with a new reader insert who is an Avenger of currently unknown skills, nicknamed Pipsqueak by the team because of how short she is.

Ratings vary from G to E, but all are labelled. For some stories I haven’t specified the pairing at the start because I want the end reveal to be a surprise (but none of these stories include smut).

I hope you enjoy.

These are all un-beta’d and dividers are by @firefly-graphics and me.

Masterlist

Cuddle in a storm with 🛏️

Reader x Bucky Barnes. Rated T. Fluff and suggestive language. 230 words.

A gust of wind sent the raindrops hammering against the window, loud enough to startle you from your light doze. The arm around your shoulder tightened and a loving voice crooned in your ear. “It’s just the rain, Doll. Relax.”

You turned your head back into Bucky’s chest, nuzzling against his red henley. “‘M totally relaxed. How long’s i’ ‘posed to last?”

“Well into tomorrow. And we’re not supposed to go outside in it, unless we absolutely have to.”

Somehow you pressed your body even closer to the human furnace that was your boyfriend. “‘M not going anywhere.”

Bucky chuckled. “You’re not going to leave the couch? What are you going to do when I go to bed then?”

You let out a displeased grunt. “‘Kay. The couch or the bed.”

“Good,” he declared, decisively. “Because I would’ve been lonely all on my own.” Without warning he stood up, scooping you up as he did and you squeaked in shock.

“Bucky! Where are we going?”

“I want to go to bed,” he answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“But ‘m not tired!”

“I never mentioned sleep, Doll. There’s more things to do in bed than that, as you well know.” He grinned at you and you felt the heat rising up your neck. “Kiss me, sweetheart,” he continued. “Keep me safe from the storm.”

Accidentally send a spicy text to 😳

Reader (Pipsqueak) x ? Rated T. Suggestive themes. 400 words

“Clint!” You really wanted to screech, but part of you recognised you still needed to maintain a modicum of discretion. You came to a skidding halt next to the blonde archer and he took in your distressed state.

“What is it, Pip?”

You rolled your eyes. “I’m not that short,” you hissed. “And this is an emergency.”

With a raised brow, he hopped up onto the counter. “An emergency, huh? What sort of thing counts as an emergency in your world?”

You resisted the urge to bite out something scathing - that wouldn’t help, given the circumstances. “You know I’ve been seeing this guy, yeah?”

“Nathan, right?”

“Right. So things have been going… alright.” You couldn’t help but wring your hands.

“Only alright? I’m sure you deserve more than ‘alright’, kiddo.”

“Yeah, so that’s what I was trying to do - make it more than ‘alright’, by sending him a message to… you know… let him know…”

“Oh!” Clint’s eyebrows almost shot into his hairline. “You ‘sexted’ him, didn’t you. Didn’t know you had it in you, Pip. But what’s the emergency? Did your ‘freak’ scare him off? If so, he’s not worth it.”

“No… it’s that… Oh God, it’s so embarrassing.” You buried your head in your hands, trying to hide, before blurting out “Isentittothewrongperson.”

His eyes widened even further. You were worried they were going to jump out of their sockets. “Which wrong per- Oh. Oh!” In two seconds flat he’d gone from sharing your worry to falling sideways on the counter in hysterical laughter.

“Don’t laugh!” You smacked him on the thigh with the back of your hand. “What do I do?”

Suddenly a sultry voice sounded from the corridor outside the common room. 

“Kotenok! Where are you? I have some of those things you wanted to try.”

You squeaked and turned on your heel, shooting out the side door, Clint’s laughter still ringing in your ears.

A few moments later, Nat walked into the kitchen and settled on one of the bar stools next to Clint’s mostly horizontal body. “Are you gonna stop laughing?” she asked him. Clint drew in some ragged breaths and sat up, the evidence of his tears of amusement marking his face. “When you stop teasing her. She thinks you really thought the message was for you.”

Nat’s expression morphed into faux shock. “You mean it wasn’t?”

And they both burst out laughing again.

Get stuck in a "there’s only one-bed" scenario with Kiss and some 💋 🥵

Ari and his Angel. Rated M. Suggestive language and fluff. 400+ words

You looked at the bed, a little shocked and, if you were being honest, a little embarrassed. Yes you were a grown up, and did grown up things with other grown ups, but it felt weird that your parents were also aware — and accepting — of that. 

You turned to your mom who was standing in the doorway. “So, umm, are both Ari and I in here?” You side-eyed the queen-sized bed, which had been plenty big enough for you as a teen, but looked very small now when you considered both you and Ari fitting in it together.

“Well,” your mom replied with a hint of mischief in her eye, “unless you can magically create another spare room, or you’re willing to sleep on the sofa — because let’s face it, your boyfriend won’t fit on it — you are, indeed both in here. Just remember, there are other people in this house, and some things ought to stay private.”

Behind your mom you heard Ari cover a snort with a cough, but you couldn’t glare at him without her seeing, so you just smiled and considered the torture you’d be in for tonight.

—----

Ari’s lips kissed a trail across your shoulders, his nose nudging the thin straps of your pajama top to the side. His large body was curled up behind you, a tell-tale hardness poking at your ass.

“Ari, quit it.” You slapped at the arm wrapped around your waist, but both of you knew it was half-hearted. Nonetheless, he stopped his sensual exploration.

“You really mean that, Angel? You want me to lie here, next to you, and not touch you. You want me to torture us both?” God, you could almost hear the pout in his voice. 

“But you heard my mom. She was basically telling us that the walls are like paper. My parents knowing I have sex is bad enough, but them hearing it? I think I’d just die.”

The hand around your waist started to move, drawing light circles on your skin where your top had ridden up. “We’d just have to make sure you’re quiet, then.” He pressed his lips to your shoulder again, just once, leaving the ball in your court. He knew you needed him as much as he craved you. Several heartbeats of silence and then you were turning in his embrace and hooking your leg over his hip.

“I hope you’re ready to be covered in bruises from where I have to bite down to keep myself from crying out.”

He dipped his head and rubbed your noses together. “Angel, I’ll wear them with pride.”

Admire from behind (if you know what I mean) 🍑

There’s only one answer here. A little snippet of the Captain and his Brat. (I love you, then I hate you) Rated M. Mentions of corporal punishment in a D/S relationship. <300 words

Meetings were never your favourite thing - were they anybody’s? - but one thing that made it all worthwhile. Walking out after Steve. It would obviously have been better if he’d been wearing his tac suit, but his tan slacks did sterling service too, highlighting one of his best physical attributes. As he strolled down the corridor ahead of you, going over some of the points of the meeting with Rhodey, you decided to take in the view. God, your fingers itched to grab those two muscular globes and squeeze them. Give them a smack, or even sink your teeth into them. And then, if you did, what would Steve do to chastise you and put you in your place. You felt a rush of arousal pool in your core and you stumbled a bit as you walked. In front of you, you realised the exact moment Steve caught wind of your state, because there was a hitch in his own step and, without breaking his conversation, he glanced back over his shoulder at you and gave you a knowing look. You shivered at the heat contained within it.  

Steve and Rhodey came to a stop outside of the latter’s office, which gave you a chance to slip by them, but as you did, you couldn’t resist it. Careful to make sure no-one else saw, you gave Steve’s right buttock as strong a squeeze as your hand could manage. He let out a little cough as his only reaction, and you smiled to yourself as you continued past, wondering how your Captain would respond, in the name of keeping you in line…

Push down the stairs (Oh, boi😏) 🪜

Reader x Ransom (Yesterday’s Dream, Tomorrow’s Nightmare, Never-ending nightmare) Rated M. Prior kidnap, prior rape, basement wife, non-con collaring, violence. <500 words

All you had to do was wait for your moment. From the moment you’d been brought here, you knew that if you bided your time, then a way of escape would eventually present itself. You’d given up fighting days — weeks — ago. Ransom was going to do what he wanted, and you didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of breaking you over and over. Making him think that you were weak and resigned to your fate would work in your favour at some point. You had to hold on to that belief. The collar around your neck chaffed, but if your luck held, then it wouldn’t be long until you could discard the hated piece of leather. 

He had been fooled by your act once before, until he’d brought the other man — Ari — who’d seen right through your facade, but after that night you hoped that both men thought you were broken down. Your belief was bolstered by the fact that Ransom had started to let you out of the basement and into the house proper. It was always at night, when he’d sent his housekeeper and chef home, but it still allowed you to get a better idea of your surroundings. This evening he’d decided that he wanted to watch football on the frankly vulgar sized television while you cock-warmed him, first with your mouth and then with your cunt, until he tipped you forward onto the carpet and finished inside you. Now it was time for him to return you to your prison for the night.

You followed him, eyes downcast, as he led you back to the door. When he turned his back to you, so he could unlock the door, your breath caught in your throat, anticipating the right moment. You’d only have one chance. As the basement door was pulled wide, but before Ransom could step away from it, your arms shot out, all of your body weight put behind them. You shoved him. Right between the shoulder blades. The moments stretched into an eternity as you watched him wobble and hoped that it would work. His cry of surprise rent the air and his arms pinwheeled. One hand caught on the door frame, and without a moment’s hesitation you pushed him again, screaming your fury at him.

Ransom’s foot slipped and his balance faltered and in the next instant he was tumbling down, landing at the bottom with a sickening thud which morphed into an unnatural silence. You turned on your heel, running through the house towards the front door. There, on a side table, was a bowl containing car keys. You scooped them up and ran out of the front door. You clicked the remote, trying to identify which car they belonged to — there were several lined up under a carport. Lights flashed in the darkness and you ran towards them and your freedom.

Ruin in the best way possible 😈

I’d say ‘poor Joaquín’, but I don’t think he’s finding it too bad… (Ojos Asi) Rated E. Sexual Content, inc edging and mild bondage. 150+ words

“Dios! Mi sol!” You straddled Joaquín, your hips undulating as you rode him. Beneath you, your boyfriend’s arms strained against the leather cuffs binding his wrists to the headboard. How had you gotten so lucky to have a man like this? A man who looked so beautiful as you took him apart. After securing him, you’d teased his body with your fingers, lips and tongue, taking him into your mouth as he’d arched under your touch. You’d chuckled to yourself when he’d sworn out a litany of Spanish the second time you’d brought him to the edge, but refused to let him tumble over. However, you had promised him that the third time would be the charm. You held onto his thigh and rested your other hand on his chest as you moved, grinning down and taking in the view. Sweat sheened on his skin, his hair was delightfully mussed and his eyes almost black with desire. And you couldn’t wait to do it all again.

Invade the dreams of 💤

Reader x ?. Rated M. Pining, psychic powers, accidental mind invasion, implied smut. <900 words

It had started out as an accident. Your psychic powers were fairly new to you, having only started to manifest, sporadically, in your late teens. However, it hadn’t been more than a minor convenience until about six months back, when you found yourself accidently getting caught up inside other people’s heads. It had been frightening, for both you and the person concerned and you’d had a few close scrapes when some folk had followed up that fear with violence. Luckily for you it had only taken a few calls to SHIELD for someone to take you seriously, and you’d ended up here, in Avengers Tower, where you would have the space and help you needed to get your powers under control.

You’d mainly been working with Wanda and Loki — they were the ones best placed to help you — but you also spent time with all of the others. They were a nice bunch of people, all of them strong but damaged in their own ways. It made you feel as though you belonged. However, with one person in particular, that regard morphed into something else — a big fat crush.

Whenever you saw him, your breath caught in your throat and your heart started to beat that little bit faster. He was so charming. So strong and self-assured. Whenever you were alone you couldn’t help but think about him, wondering how it would feel to be held in his strong arms. To be kissed by his plush lips that always seemed to wear a smile. It therefore wasn’t a surprise to you when you started to dream about him.

Night after night, your subconscious made him the focus of your fantasies. Not all of them were x-rated, but a lot were, and you’d wake in sweat, an ache between your legs. How were you supposed to look at him in the light of day, with all these sordid thoughts spinning in your mind? And when you realised he seemed to be avoiding you, you couldn’t work out if that made it all better or worse. Yes, you didn’t have to see the sparkling blue of his eyes or the way sweat sheened on his muscles when he walked past after spending time in the gym, but a lack of contact during the day seemed to make your mind yearn for him more in the night. Your mentors noticed that you were withdrawn and made gentle enquiries, but how could you tell them the thoughts you were having?

A pounding on your door jerked you out of sleep — out of the latest erotic dream. You wiped your hand down your face before staggering to your feet. It couldn’t have been some massive emergency — FRIDAY would have notified you if it was — but you wondered who could want you at three twenty-seven am on a Wednesday morning.

You pulled the door open with more force than you meant, only to stop as you saw him there. Bare chested, breathing heavily, blonde hair all sleep-mussed and an unignorable tent in his pants. 

Thor.

As soon as he saw you he appeared to change his mind, making to step away without saying a word, until you grasped his wrist in your own small hand.

“Wait! What are you doing here? Why did you wake me?” How were you being so brave? You wanted to hide, to quake in your slippers, but the ache within you seemed to be pulling you forward. Onward.

Immediately he crowded through your door, kicking it shut behind him and cupping your face in his hands.

“Why are you doing this to me?” he asked, his voice almost cracking from suppressed emotion.

“Doing what?” you replied, confused.

“Invading my dreams, little one. It’s maddening. I think that I have you in my arms and then I wake to find it was just a fantasy. I yearn for you, night after night. I am distracted by it. I need it to either be real or for it to stop. Do you understand? I can’t—”

Your jaw dropped open and your head spun. Had you been meeting Thor night after night in the dream-plane. Differing emotions clashed within you. Guilt at having invaded his mind in such a way, but also hope, because from what he was saying he wanted the reality as much as you did.

“I—” you started suddenly unsure how to answer. How did you tell a literal god that you burned for them? That you wanted them more than could be reasoned?

Thor let out a dejected sigh, apparently taking your silence for rejection. For the second time he made to move away and you were spurred out of your stupor and into action. You threw yourself forward, lurching up onto your toes to throw your arms around his neck and press your lips against his. You couldn’t tell him what you were thinking, but you could show him.

For a heartbeat he didn’t respond, but then his arms wrapped around your waist and he pressed you up against the wall of your room. His lips moved over yours, before his tongue demanded entry. You moaned into his mouth and bucked your hips against him, your dream induced ardour flaring back into life and enabling you to whisper out your need.

“Make it real. Please.” 

Fake a relationship with for drama 🎭

Reader x ? Rated T. Shenanigans. <500 words

“I can’t believe you’re sleeping with him,” Wanda hissed in your ear as you leant against the bar and watched the other Avengers circulating around the ballroom, shaking down the great and good for more donations to Peppers current charity. 

“What’s not to believe,” you responded with a coy smile, not removing your gaze from the object of Wanda’s surprised outrage. “He’s handsome, he’s amusing, he’s got the skills.”

“He’s a murderer!” Wanda’s voice was less of a hiss now, and a few of the people near-by turned at her outburst. It was hard to hold back a grin. 

“Wanda, half the people in this room could be given that same label, depending on your outlook. And it’s not like he was in his right frame of mind.” Sensibly, your friend didn’t respond to that. The pair of you stood in silence a little longer until you downed the last of your drink and firmly placed the glass down. Straightening your spine you strode across the room, coming up behind him and placing your hand on his shoulder, and revelling in the feel of his velvet jacket against your palm.

“Excuse me, gentlemen.” Three heads turned in your direction, eyes of blue, brown and green. “Would you mind if I stole this one away? I have a hankering for a turn around the dance-floor, and this one is rather nimble on his feet.” Without waiting for a response, you looped your arm through his and drew him away. As you made your way to the space in front of the band, you could feel the incredulous stares of Steve and Tony behind you.

“Darling,” your companion whispered in your ear, “I believe we’re making a scene.” 

It was true, from the corner of your eye you could see people beginning to notice the pair of you. Your left hand went to his shoulder as his right rested on your waist, and your other hands joined together.

“They’re probably wondering if you’re going to corrupt me, or whether I’m going to reform you.” Suredly, Loki began to lead you around in time to the music.

He chuckled, low and silky. “I think it’s entirely possible for both to occur. However, what I can’t understand is how all of the others think you’re this meek and mild goody two-shoes. You’re living for this drama as much as I.” He dipped you, and it was difficult to suppress a full-blown belly laugh. “Minx,” he grinned at you. “How long until we can unsubtly leave and have people think we’re up to no good.”

“After this song, I would think.” You winked at him and he rolled his eyes with all the drama this little show deserved. 

“Careful, little one. I might start to think you really mean all of this.”

You pondered his words and wondered to yourself if that would actually be a bad thing at all….

Team up with for a heist 🕶️

Reader (Pipsqueak) & Clint. Rated G. Hi-jinx, Tower fic, Avengers as family, fluff, Shenanigans. <700 words.

You crept along the hallway behind your partner in crime, excited, but also a little scared. Not that there would be any real, horrific consequences if you got caught. This was all in the name of friendly mischief after all. Still…

You tapped Clint on the shoulder and he turned to face you, questioningly.

“Do you think we’ll get caught?” you sighed. He had his hearing aids in, but signing was far more stealthy when you were trying to sneak up on enhanced folk.

“Not if you stick to the plan. I’ll run interference and you grab the treasure.”

You nodded in agreement, and continued forward. When you reached the open door to the common room, you stopped again, waiting outside as Clint straightened up and strolled in, as if he had no cares in the world.

“Hey fellas!”

Okay, you thought from outside, no Nat or Wanda in there. Good to know.

“Hey, Barton.” The deep voice of Bucky answered, and you knew that if he was there, then…

“How’s it going, Clint?” … Steve was there as well. The two were joined at the hip and it was sickeningly sweet. However, outside of Nat, they were going to be the hardest to sneak past. You just had to trust that Clint could distract them.

“Well,” you heard him say, “it’s a funny story…” That was your queue. The plan was that he would start some long, rambling story that had no real conclusion to it while you snuck in the room and carefully grabbed your prize. Looking around the door frame you could see your heist partner and the muscled backs of two super-soldiers, whose body language still gave off an air of interest. With all the stealth you could muster, you tiptoed into the common room, thankful for the carpet on the floor that muffled your steps. However, you did need to get into the kitchenette, which had a tiled floor. 

Keeping low, you scurried across the open space and ducked down behind the counter. Clint was still droning on about his friend’s cousin’s son who’d found a one-eyed dog cowering behind a dumpster, and when he did an impression of said dog, letting out a mournful howl, you carefully opened the cupboard in front of you. There was your prize! You wanted to clap your hands in glee, but that would have to wait until later. 

It was a moment’s work to pull the cloth bag from your back pocket and you waited for Clint’s next sound-effect to grab what you came here to find. You heard Bucky sigh, loudly and unsubtly, and you waited with baited breath, hoping that Clint could hook him back into the story. The sudden sound of Clint trying to be a bomb seemed to work so you decided to do a grab and dash. Once you rounded the corner, back into the corridor, you sped up into a sprint, before jumping up to grab the vent-duct access door and scrabbling up into your and Clint’s not-so-hidden highway.

You crawled along until you got to the junction that was your current ‘nest’. A soft thunk and a snuffling noise let you know that your charge had woken up.

“Hey, boy.” You reached out and scratched the dirty yellow dog on the top of his head. A few minutes later, Clint appeared by your side, grinning.

“The secret to any lie is to mix in a bit of the truth,” he announced as he reached into the bag beside you and opened the bag of artisan jerky. He pulled out three pieces, passing one to you, shoving another into his mouth and holding the other one out in front of the dog.

“Here you go, Lucky. Some of Bucky and Steve’s personal stash. Full of protein and low on additives.” The animal quickly scoffed it down and started to look around for another piece. The whole bag was empty within a matter of minutes, which was about the same time the three of you heard wails of anguish echoing up into the metal vents.

“Clint! Pip! Where’s my goddamn jerky?”

Friend-zone for life 🛑

Reader (Pipsqueak) & Peter Parker. Rate T. Angst, Unrequited love, friendship, feels. Approx 650 words

“Oh, Peter.” You sighed and gave him a sad smile. The young avenger stood in front of you, his dark hair tamed within an inch of his life with gel, wearing a dress shirt and slacks and holding a slowly wilting bunch of flowers in his hand. It was obvious that he’d heard you griping about your lacklustre love-life and how frustrating it was to be single in the lead up to Valentine’s day, because here he was, standing at your door with the most hopeful look on his face and you were about to break his heart.

“Please hear me out,” he garbled. “I know I’m a bit younger than you, but they say that age is just a number, and it’s not that big of an age gap, and like I’m in my prime and so are you, you know, for umm…” he trailed off as he turned bright pink.

You held back a second sigh — it wouldn’t help — and stepped back from your door to allow him to enter. It wouldn’t do to have this conversation out in the corridor. “Come in. Sit down.”

Peter scurried over to your couch and sat down on the edge of it, his hands holding the bouquet in a death grip. You took a careful seat on the single armchair opposite. “Look, Peter. I’m not going to say I’m not flattered — you’re a good looking young man and you have a lot to commend you — but I’m not what you’re looking for and you’re not what I’m looking for.”

“Oh.” His head dropped and you felt like the scum of the earth. He reminded you of a kicked puppy. “I just thought…”

“I know you did. And let me tell you, when I was your age there is no way I would have approached someone I had a crush on, especially if they were older than me.”

“You’re only nine years older,” he started to argue, but you cut him off with a raised hand.

“Yes, and when you’re my age, nine years older doesn’t mean that much. However, when you’re your age, nine years is a lot. But it’s not even that. I don’t want you thinking you can wait a few years and try again. I don’t want to upset you — I never would, you mean too much to me — but I’ve seen you grow up. I’ve known you since you were fifteen. I know you don’t want to hear it, but you’re my friend — my honorary little brother. I’m never going to be able to love you the way you want and the way you deserve.”

Peter seemed to slump even further, making him look even smaller and even younger. And then you heard the sniff.

“This was stupid. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have come.” He suddenly stood up and pressed the heel of his palm to his eye. You turned your head away, trying to give him a semblance of privacy to get himself under control. 

“I’m sorry, too. I hope we can still be friends.”

“Yeah. Friends.” There was a petulant note in his voice, but you couldn’t be mad at him. His emotions were currently in charge. “You can keep the flowers. Or bin them. Whatever.” He dropped them on your coffee table and stalked over to the door, leaving your apartment and letting it bang shut behind him.

Now you let out that sigh, cradling your head in your hands as the emotional anguish washed over you. You peered at the flowers, a few of them now hanging limply on snapped stems.

“FRIDAY,” you called out. “Can you ask Tony to go and find Peter? I think he could do with a friend right now.”

“Sure,” the AI responded. “And would you like me to ask Mr Barton to come to you?”

“Yeah. That would be nice.”

Adopt a pet with 🐾

For this I’ve picked M’Baku and his Sabi-Star ([River Deep] Mountain High). Rated G. Fluff. Approx 350 words.

You pressed yourself to M’Baku’s side, both awed and wary at what was in front of you.

“When I said I wanted a pet to keep me company, I was thinking about something a little more ‘lap’ friendly. Or at least manoeuvrable.”

Your lover laughed beside you, the sound rumbling in his chest as much as it rumbled through the air. “Yes, but here in Wakanda, we don’t do anything by halves. And these animals are well trained and extremely loyal. Better than any dog.”

You looked at him pointedly, still not convinced.

“Ah, Sabi. Come,” he cajoled.  “We must get closer and let them know you. Maybe pet one of the babies?”

You transferred your gaze from him to one of the babies in question. You did have to admit that they were pretty cute, especially when they ran and their ears flapped around. Giving a small nod of assent, you carefully paced forward, concentrating on these animals that were almost entirely unknown to you - outside of textbooks and the odd zoo visit at least.

M’Baku held out his hand in front of him, and you copied his action, moving cautiously, and the baby Rhinoceros huffed at the pair of you, seemingly disappointed that neither of you held some kind of treat. It moved closer, and you held your breath as it snuffled at your robes, still hoping that you hadn’t arrived empty handed. 

Slowly, you reached out your hand and scratched the youngster behind one of its leathery ears and a giggle escaped you. Of all the things you’d experienced here in Wakanda, this was the most surreal. Suddenly, one of the adult rhino’s let out a bellow and the calf’s ears pricked up before it turned on its heels and trotted back over to the rest of the herd.

Behind you, W’Kabi sniggered. “That one is curious, unomdla. He will make a great War Rhino when he is grown. He is not frightened of one thing.”

“Yes,” M’Baku agreed. “Akọni.”

You watched the rhino calf frolic in the grass with the other youngsters, and felt yourself smile as your heart melted.

“Akọni.”

Take on a late-night drive with 🚗

Reader x Lee Bodecker. Rated E. Blowjob, unsafe driving, future sexy time discussed. Approx 250 words.

“Fuck, darlin’! That mouth on you.” The car lurched to the side, before coming back under control.

You pulled off Lee’s cock with a pop and smiled up at him. “Eye’s on the road, Sheriff. You don’t wanna get pulled over for dangerous driving.” You continued to jack him in your spit slicked hand. “You just get us to the look-out safely, and if you manage not to come, then maybe I’ll let you add a little cream to my peach pie.” You gave him a theatrical wink and then resumed your task, licking and slurping all over his shaft before widening your lips over his fat tip. 

You hadn’t planned on giving Lee road-head on the way out to ‘your spot’, but you’d been feeling some kinda way all day, and just couldn’t wait a moment longer to get your hands on him. You loved the way his soft flesh filled your hands. How the weight of him on top of you, spent and sated, made you feel safe and relaxed. And you knew, that even if he did blow in your mouth he wouldn’t leave you unsatisfied — he was good with his mouth and hands and he could keep you warm with those until he recovered. Now that you thought about it, that was feeling like a better idea. You hummed and felt him twitch, then slid your hand down to massage his balls.

It turns out that going for a late-night drive could be fun…

Let them fight your battles (while you swoon) 🛡️

This is definitely Nick Fowler and his spoiled brat (Ice Sculpture, Satin and Lace for my lover). Rated M. Violence, Suggestive language. Approx 450 words.

“Come on, darling. You look like you wanna have some fun.”

You reared back and wrinkled your nose as the guy who’d been pestering you all evening, and been getting subsequently more and more drunk, lurched back into your personal space.

“I do, which is why I came here tonight. With my friends. And why I kept telling you ‘no’. Now take the hint and go away.” This man had been the only blot on your night out with friends, and now he had followed the group of you out of the club. Of course he still didn’t engage the last few brain cells he had left, and his hand shot out and grabbed your wrist.

“Frigid bitch.”

Instead of being outraged, you rolled your eyes. Now, you could deal with this yourself but it would be far more interesting to watch—

A third hand appeared, gripping your assailant the way he was gripping you, except that this third hand squeezed a lot harder. The man let go of you with a cry and was wrenched away from you with a large amount of force. He staggered, his balance severely impaired, but he wasn’t allowed to fall. Because Nick wasn’t done with him yet.

The drunkard didn’t really know what was going on when the punch landed on the side of his face. His head snapped to the side, but in contrast Nick looked totally unruffled, albeit very angry. God he was magnificent. You pulled your lower lip between your teeth in anticipation, barely noticing the discomfort of your friends at the violence unfolding. Or maybe you just didn’t care.

A second punch followed the first and this time Nick let the man fall, but only so he could follow it up with a violent kick to the ribs, and a stamp to his outstretched hand. He hadn’t even said a word.

Satisfied that the drunken scum wasn’t getting up anytime soon, Nick turned and walked toward you, carelessly wiping away the blood from his knuckles with the handkerchief from his pocket. When he reached you, he cradled your cheek in his palm and you relaxed into it.

“Are you alright, dragostea mea?” His voice was full of concern.

“I’m fine, Nicky. Just need you to take me home.”

“Yes, you need to rest after such a shock.”

You looked up at him, a mix of incredulity and condescension. “No, Nicky, I need you to bend me over and rail me until I cry.”

“Well, who would I be if I denied a lady her wish?”

With a chuckle, you linked your arm through his and let him lead you over to where his car was parked, totally oblivious to the expressions of shock behind you.

Flirt shamelessly with 🌶️

Reader x Tony. Rated M. Sexual Banter, Innuendo, HR nightmare conversations. 550 words.

“You wanted to see me?” You walked into Tony’s office and closed the door behind you. Not because you wanted privacy, per se, but more to stop anyone else overhearing your banter and reporting the pair of you to HR.

Your boss, and friend, looked up from his desk with a big grin on his face and a mischievous twinkle in his eye. “I always want to see you, Bun-bun.”

You grinned back as you walked closer and perched yourself up on the antique mahogany. “I bet you say that to all the girls, Tone.”

Tony clasped his hand theatrically to his chest. “You wound me, Bunny. As if I would restrict my attention to just your sex. Think of all the disappointed fellas.”

A chuckle bubbled up your throat, but you only indulged it for a moment. You were here for work after all. “So what can I do you for, my Liege?”

“Flattery will get you everywhere… but yes, actual adulting.” Tony rolled his eyes and you resisted the urge to smirk — he was so dramatic. “We — and by ‘we’ I mean ‘you’ — need to chase up Cyber-research on their report into the latest AI automaton, Prosthetics need to feedback on, well, the feedback issues and I need a Non-fat, almond milk, Venti Caramel Frappucino.”

Your left eyebrow rose up into your hairline. “One, what did your last slave die of? And two, I thought you only drank black coffee?”

Tony lent across the desk, getting closer to you as if he had some kind of secret to reveal. “In reverse order, Pepper tells me I ought to have a more varied diet and if you, sweet Rabbit, were my slave, I would definitely have you doing far more interesting, and stimulating things, than chasing reports and picking up coffee. Alas, you are merely my PA. Although I do have an opening for a slave position.”

“Just the one position? You disappoint me, boss. I’d expect you to be far more versatile.”

He shrugged with a facade of nonchalance. “I can be versatile, just ask — actually, no. Don’t ask them. It didn’t end well. Anyway, chop-chop. The quicker you leave, the sooner you come back with my coffee and I can continue to convince you of the benefits of being my personal servant as opposed to my personal assistant.”

You pushed yourself off the desk and smoothed down your skirt. “It’s a good thing I can take all of this in the manner in which it’s meant, Tony. Anyone else would have you watching a disappointed Cap video about sexual harassment.” 

At your comment, Tony pulled a disgusted face and you giggled as you walked towards the door. You took hold of the knob, turned it and were about to make your exit when Tony decided that he had, of course, to have the last word. “If there’s ever anything else you want to take—” he waggled his eyebrows, “— I have privacy glass in this office.” 

You clicked your tongue, flipped him your middle finger and went back to your job, with a shake of your head. Not everyone could handle Tony, but you had to say it made your days that bit more interesting. And who knew, maybe, one day, you’d take him up on his offer.

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[thezombieprostitute]

Character reactions to "Tell me I'm pretty?" Because sometimes you just need someone to tell you, you know?

Bucky Barnes - gives you a confused look, "of course you're pretty." Starts inwardly worrying he's not telling you often enough and starts tracking when he tells you so he can do better.

Curtis Everett - looks deeply into your eyes with a very serious expression, "you're very pretty." Follows it up with a gentle kiss.

Hal Carter - smirks, "pretty ain't enough of a word to describe you. Gorgeous would be more appropriate." Grabs you and pulls you in for a deep kiss.

Jake Jensen - also gives you a confused look. "Of course you're pretty. You're the prettiest woman in the world." He proceeds to list all the things he loves about you until you cut him off. Even then, he'll spend the rest of the day telling you the things he likes about you.

James Mace - looks at you like he can't believe you just asked him that. Crosses his arms, stares you down and says, in his most serious tone, "you're pretty. It's a fact."

Johnny Storm - chuckles, "of course. You're my pretty girl." Goes got a kiss but turns it into a tickle session making you laugh and smile.

Jonathan Pine - gently lifts your chin so you're looking him in the eyes and softly whispers, "you're beautiful."

Lloyd Hansen - gets angry. "What the hell, Pumpkin? Did someone say something to you? Do you need me to kick someone's ass for insulting you? Of course you're not pretty, you're gorgeous! I didn't fucking settle down for anything less than "absolutely stunning." Got it?"

Nick Fowler - licks his lips as he lifts your chin to look at him. He lists all the things you've done to dress yourself up (ie nails, makeup) and tells you, "and even without those, you're beautiful." He brings you in for a demanding kiss that leaves you weak in the knees.

Ransom Drysdale - feels a little insulted. "You know I'm a writer, correct? I can call you so many more accurate things than just 'pretty'. Like 'angelic'?"

Sam Wilson - pulls you in for a big hug, kisses along your neck, calling you pretty between kisses.

Steve Rogers - gives you a concerned look before gently pulling you towards him for a loving, gentle kiss. When he pulls away, he looks deep into your eyes, "you're the prettiest doll I've ever met."

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Let me know what you think, even if it's that I got some of these completely wrong. 😅

[saiyanprincessswanie]

Missy’s Writing Challenge

Welcome to Missy’s Writing Challenge. I’m grateful for everyone’s support. I want to thank every single one of my followers on my blog. Whether you follow me for my work or for my weekly reading lists I thank you. Without your support, I wouldn’t be here.

(Thank you @late-to-the-party-81 for the header!!)

Rules:

This challenge is for Chris Evans & Sebastian Stan Characters Only

Tag your fic as #Missy's Writing Challenge and tag me in your work

You must be over 18 years old to participate

Mark all stories appropriately. (Fluff, Smut, Dark, Non/Con, etc)

It can be a drabble or one-shot whichever you prefer

Reader Insert only

Minimum words 500, No max, Please use the keep reading feature if it’s longer than 500 words

You can choose any AU, Trope, or Prompt. No need to send an ask.

No incest, No underage, No pedo, No toilet/bathroom fics, No DDLG & No RPF.

Will take late submissions

Due date: June 30, 2025

All stories will be reblogged. I will add all fanfics to a Masterlist for easy access.

If I haven’t reblogged your work for a week Tumblr might have eaten the notification so please send me a message.

Here are some characters, tropes, au’s & prompts to choose from. Choose whichever one you like or how many you like.

Chris Evan Characters:

Andy Barber

Ari Levinson

Cole Turner

Curtis Everett

Frank Adler

Jack O'Malley

Jake Jensen

Johnny Storm

Lloyd Hansen

Mr. Freezy

Ransom Drysdale

Steve Rogers

Sebastian Stan Characters:

Bucky Barnes

Chris (Destroyer)

Chris Beck

Frank (Endings, Beginnings)

God the bounty hunter

Jefferson/The Mad Hatter

Lee Bodecker

Mickey (Monday)

Nick Fowler

Scott Huffman

AU’s:

Alpha/Beta/Omega

Arranged Marriage

Mob Boss

Biker

Bodyguard

CEO

Roomate

Royalty

Soulmates

Sugar Daddy

Vikings

Tropes:

Annoying Neighbor

Arranged Marriage

Dad’s Best Friend

Enemies to Lovers

Evil Twin

Ex’s hook-up

Forbidden Love

Friends to Lovers

Idiots in Love

Only One Bed

Sex pollen

Writing Prompts:

"I wasn’t planning on falling for you. But here we are."

"If you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna kiss you."

"You make me want to be better, even when I don’t know how."

"I love how you say my name when you’re breathless."

"I didn't believe in soulmates before I met you."

“It’s always been you.”

“You look cute wearing my clothes.”

“I look at the future and all I see is you.”

“I will always find my way back to you.”

“For the first time, in a long time, I feel like I have something to protect.”

“I owe my life to you.”

"I wish I could just hold you one more time."

“I was manipulated into believing I was unworthy of your love.”

"I could spend forever right here, tracing every inch of you."

"You made me believe in love."

“I would move mountains for you.”

"You can keep pretending you hate me, but I see it in your eyes. You’re mine—even if you won’t admit it."

"After everything I’ve done for you, this is how you treat me? I can’t believe how ungrateful you are!"

"I can’t believe you’d think that about me after everything I’ve done for you. Do you really think I’m that kind of person?"

"Do you still love me, or am I just convenient?"

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

Watchers Anonymous Chronological Reading Order

Masterlist by Character

This is roughly chronological for those who prefer it.

Watchers Anonymous 1 (Everyone)

Countermeasure 1 (Jake Jensen)

Shutter 1 (Peter Parker)

Fool’s Game 1 (Loki)

Give and Take 1 (Steve Rogers)

Taking Root 1 (Bucky Barnes)

Fantasy 1 (Curtis Everett)

Sparkle in my Eye 1 (Captain Syverson)

Home Grown 1 (Cole Turner)

Little Miss Sunshine 1 (Nick Fowler)

Straight to the Point 1 (Ransom)

Countermeasure 2 (Jake Jensen)

Shutter 2 (Peter Parker)

Little Miss Sunshine 2 (Nick Fowler)

Home Grown 2 (Cole Turner)

Taking Root 2 (Bucky Barnes)

Fantasy 2 (Curtis Everett)

Adore You 1 (Thor)

Adore You 2 (Thor)

Fool’s Game 2 (Loki)

Watchers Anonymous 2 (Everyone)

Watchers Anonymous 3 (Everyone)

Shutter 3 (Peter Parker)

Little Miss Sunshine 3 (Nick Fowler)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A Place in the Sun 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Nick Fowler

Summary: Trouble in the big city follows you back to your sleepy village home.

Part of the Backwoods AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

You stare at the car as the bronco rumbles on. Slowly, the door opens and the tint reveals the driver. You know him! It’s that man! But what is he doing out here? Why is he blocking the road? 

He struts up the road stops in front of the truck. He signals for you to shut it off. You don’t. You only roll down the window and holler out. 

“What’s going on?” Your voice is quaky. 

He responds but the Bronco’s engine rumbles over his answer. You shake your head then gesture to your ear and shrug. He visibly sighs and once more makes a sign for you to turn off the truck. You relent if only to figure out what’s going on. 

You twist the keys and the old beast quiets. You lean toward the window, “hello, sir, what can I do for you?” 

Your eyes drift over to the bag on the passenger seat floor, awaiting you to reach in and unwrap the highly-anticipated tome. Focus. You tighten your hold on the wheel. 

“Hard to talk all the way down here,” he calls back. 

“Sir?” You look at him, confused. “I didn’t hit your car so--” 

He shakes his head and marches forward. You check the lock, just in case. The window is only open a crack. He grips the bar that holds the mirror on and hauls himself up on the step beside the door. You whimper. 

“Hey, what are you--” 

“Do you know why I stopped you?” He asks. 

You blink and glance at his car again. You frown. Huh? 

“Are... you a cop?” Your gaze lists back to him. 

“I stopped you because I knew you weren’t from around the city. It’s painted all over you.” He says. Your nerves spark as you try to unravel his words. “And you just let me follow you. A girl like you could get really hurt being so careless.” 

“What? Huh? I’m going home--” you frown. This is really strange. “Sir, who are you? You’re scaring me.” 

“Good, you should be scared,” he reaches out of sight and shifts.  

He holds himself up on the small metal step easily. He brings his wallet out and lets it unfold. You squint as he presses it to the glass. These windows need to be cleaned and you don’t have your reading glasses on. 

“CIA?” You sputter in disbelief. 

“So yes, I am a cop,” he claps the wallet shut and puts it away. 

“Oh, uh...” you think of a book you read about spies. It was fiction and you’re not that gullible. Still, it sounds dangerous. “I’m sorry, sir. What did I do wrong?” 

“What would you do if I wasn’t? Hm? What would you do if I was a creep?” He challenges. 

“Ummmmm,” you drone. You really don’t know. The tire iron is always an option. 

“I could smash this window and drag you out. How long until someone finds the truck and your precious new book?” He tuts. “On a back road like this.” 

He looks off into the distance, adding to the ominous effect of his words. You gulp and shrug. You stare at him with a crease in your forehead. 

“I’m sorry, sir, I thought...” you sniff and squirm in the seat. “I never went to the city alone before. I thought I did alright.” 

“You do? You think I followed you for no reason? Far from it. I wasn’t the only one following,” he says. 

“What?” You squeal in shock. 

He sucks his teeth. “I chased the guy off outside the mall. Then you drove off. And ignored me.” 

“No, I thought—I don’t know,” you let go of the wheel and clutch your hands over your chest. “I’m sorry.” 

“Sorry? To me?” He shakes his head. “I can take care of myself. You’re lucky I was there to do the same for you.” 

Your lip trembles and you pout at your lap. “I just wanted a book...” 

“It’s my job to look for danger,” he says. “To protect people like you.” 

“Yeah, I...” 

“I’m gonna follow you home. Make sure you get there safe,” he rolls over you. 

“Right,” you nod. 

“You can call me Nick,” he says. 

Your mind is still spinning. You return your name as you twiddle your fingers. Now you’re so nervous, you don’t know if you can focus on the road. 

“You need a minute?” He asks. 

You flutter your lashes at him. You shrug. You feel so stupid. You were so proud of yourself. It felt like no tall task after all yet it could’ve ended in disaster, if he hadn’t been there. Just like you to draw the attention of a full on federal agent. 

“No, I can... drive,” you reach for the ignition. 

“Alright, you lead the way.” He taps the roof of the truck before he hops down. 

You watch him stride back to his car. Will you ever be that smart or sure? Are you doomed to stay a smalltown hick forever? Living in this bubble of silver linings? 

You groan and hang your head. What are you parents going to think? You are that helpless! 

You inhale and make yourself sit up as you hear the gravel crunch. You turn the engine and the thunderous rumble drowns out the soft whir of his car. He pulls out of your way and waits. You drive forward cautiously. 

You check your mirror as he follows. You shut off the radio and drive in silence. You weave around the longer road away from the heart of the village and chug up the hills. Finally, you get to the small house nestled in the flat between the swathes of forest. 

You stop before you pull up the long dirt path. You put the car into park and roll down the window. You wave at him. He edges closer. 

You huff and unbuckle your seat belt. You hop out of the truck, nearly folding to your knees with your clumsy landing. You approach Nick’s sleek car with your palm up. He rolls down his window. 

“Um, sir, I... can you not... er... I don’t want my parents to know about this. They worry,” you say. 

“Your parents?” He echoes. 

You chew your cheek. In the city, you’re sure a lot of people would already be living on their own. Well, it’s harder out here. 

“Yes, sir. They were nervous about me going and I wouldn’t want to worry them,” you bounce on your feet. 

“Alright, I guess I can keep a secret...” he smirks. “But, you’re going to take my number.” 

“You’re number?” 

“Yeah, if you gotta go back, I don’t think you should go alone,” he reaches to his console and takes out a slim cell phone. 

“Well, sir, I don’t have a cell phone,” you say. 

His brows rise, “you don’t--” He sets the cell back down and leans back. He slips his hand under his jacket, once more taking out his wallet. “I got a card.” He slides free a small card. “Alright, then.” 

“Sure, uh, thanks, sir,” you accept the card and read the embossed font. Nick Fowler. Wow. It’s got the CIA emblem and all. 

“You got a regular phone? Can I call you?” He asks. 

You look up from the card. “I don’t know...” 

“I won’t say who I am.” 

“Oh.” 

“Just to check in. Make sure you’re okay,” he insists. 

You flick the card with your finger. You can’t say no to someone like him. He’s a cop. More than that. 

“Okay,” you stare at his collar and recite your number as he types it into his phone. He grins when you’re done. 

“Good girl,” he praises and puts the phone away. “You never know the kinda creeps out there.” 

[thezombieprostitute]

Woke up in such a grumpy, godawful mood. I'm gonna think about how different characters would react to help me out.

Try to Help

Jake Jensen, Steve Rogers, Hal Carter, Johnny "Soap" MacTavish, König

Their first instinct is "problem! Must fix!" Never mind if they're actually the cause or not, you're not feeling well so they need to step in to help you out however you need. Whether it's trying to make you laugh, pulling you in for cuddles, getting you your favorite foods, or upping the amount of kissing you get, they'll get you to smile again somehow.

Of course, they can go overboard sometimes and you end up snapping at them. Then they give you those sad puppy-dog eyes and it breaks your heart, just making the situation worse. You reassure them that you know they're just trying to help it's just that this help isn't working. So they immediately try something else. They will get you to smile, damnit!

Give You Space

Bucky Barnes, Jonathan Pine, Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Curtis Everett, James Mace

These guys understand that bad moods happen, you can't always control it. So they give you space, while still doing little things (like keeping your coffee/tea warm) to remind you that you're loved. They know you'll be back to your usual self in time. You just need to process some things. They'll give you all the time and space you need because you're worth the wait.

Turn it into a Grumpiness Competition

Nick Fowler, Walter Marshall, Lloyd Hansen, Johnny Storm, Marc Spector

Oh, you think you're the only one in a bad mood?! You think you can out grumpy them?! It's on! You will be at each other's throats all day but that's how they like it. It's foreplay for them, seeing your spitfire attitude is entrancing and they can't get enough of it. So they'll keep trying to out grumpy you until one of you snaps and pulls the other into the bedroom for some fiery hot sex that leaves you both wondering what the hell you were angry at to begin with.

So, thoughts? @alicedopey did I get your guys correct?

[allthenobodypplfics]

Is that euphemism, it has to be euphemism lmao.

Nick Fowler + gently tilting your head with his hand

One short command and the two shadow guards immediately let go of you, hurrying aside.

You were covered in blood - yours, as well the shadow guards you fought off. You weren't trained, but you were determined to fight for the last ounce of light as the darkness swallowed the lands.

Breathing heavily and still wielding the shard of stained glass, you watched as the invading soldiers stood to attention.

Another man appeared. The one who ruled and led them.

The wielder of the dark blade.

You had a mind to stab him in the side when he stopped so close to you that your breasts nearly brushed his chest with each heavy breathing. However, you found your arms unable to move.

His hand cupped your chin, surprisingly gently.

With a slight push he tilted your head back and looked down at you.

"So fierce. So full of life." His voice was deceptively smooth, somehow easing the rage within you.

"You might be a perfect sheath for my blade."

[princessphilly]

It’s about to be my birthday in 9! days!!

So, it’s time to celebrate but in a Different way.

I want to give the gifts, 🥳🤣

Pick out of these guys:

Jake “Hangman” Seresin

Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw

Robert “Bob” Floyd

Ari Levinson

Steve Rogers

Bucky Barnes

Nick Fowler

Lloyd Hansen

Walter Marshall

Thor Odinson

Charles Brandon

Captain Syverson

And pick either

Sweet

Steamy

Angst

And I’ll post a 100-150 word smutty drabble for you!

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[alicedopey]

Mind games

Fandom: The 355, The Gray Man Pairings: Nick Fowler x Reader (Past relationship), Lloyd Hansen x Reader (Not established) Genre: Angst Number of words: 1131 Warnings: None Summary: Nick sees you with someone else and he does not like it. A/N: Just a drabble that @thezombieprostitute inspired with this post.

You hated those events. It was always overcrowded, too noisy and just a way for the big heads of the office to show off. But when the boss said it was mandatory for all agents of the CIA, you had no other choice. Funny how your superiors tended to remember you were also a full agent when it was to attend some meaningless event but loved to point out you were not a real agent each time some left on a mission and you just stayed there in front of your computer. 

Luckily, attending said event did not mean mingle and socialize. Once you had made yourself seen, you knew they would not pay that much attention to you.

Thus, as soon as you got the opportunity, you slipped out and got a breath of fresh air on the terrace. The chilly air of this spring evening caressed your face and you exhaled with relief.

“So, Hansen, huh? Didn’t think he was your type.”

You instantly tensed as you recognized the voice of the man talking to you. He had set his eyes on you and your date the moment you came into the room where the event was taking place. He did not even acknowledge you though. He just stared down at you and looked the other way mere seconds later. You felt his eyes on you all night long and yet, each time you turned your head, he was busy talking with someone else. You ended up thinking it was just your imagination but it looked like it was not the case after all. This made absolutely no sense. Why would he spend his time looking at you when all he wanted to do was pretending you did not exist?

“He asked.” You answered nonchalantly without even bothering to turn around to face him.

Your companion snorted and you heard him get closer. You tensed even more as you tried not to make a move and show him that you were upset by his closeness.

“You and him being here together has nothing to do with the fact that you are perfectly aware we hate each other, I assume?” He asked mockingly.

“Not everything has to be about you, Agent Fowler.” You answered as you finally turned on your right to look at him. He was staring at you with those mesmerizing blue eyes that made you fall for him in the first place. His dark suit was making him look elegant and yet, so sexy. He was a girl’s trap and he knew it. You felt your heart clench. You had been one to fall into his trap and got hurt in the end. 

“Hansen is not someone to play with. He could hurt you in the worst possible ways.”

You frowned at his words. This was not like him to show some concern. What was he playing at?

Nick tried to reach for your arm but you put it out of his way immediately. “You are the master at playing games, not me. Mind your own business.”

He raised his hands in an appeasing gesture. “Just thought you should know.”

“Go back to the party, Agent Fowler. Your date is waiting for you.”

Nick scoffed. “Is that what this coming here with Hansen is all about? Because of Mace?”

“Again, not everything is about you, Fowler.”

It was half a lie. Agreeing to go with Lloyd was just a way not to come alone, Nick Fowler or no Nick Fowler. But he knew being seen with Mace would hurt you, considering that you were always envying the respect she got towards her peers just because she was on the field. What hurt the most though was coming to terms with the fact that Nick saw you just as unworthy as the others did and being here with her was him showing it you. He was mocking you and that was making you feel truly angry. 

“I got that you did not want to have anything to do with me anymore. You did not need to do that. Just because I am not a field agent doesn’t mean that I am an idiot or uncapable of doing anything. I got a pretty clear view of the way you are seeing me.” You snapped at him.

“That is not what this is about. I am not interested in her and I value your work…” 

Nick tried to catch your arm but you managed to evade his touch once again. 

“Of course, you do.” You sneered. “By the way, I heard you were going on a mission together. Congratulations! It looks like all your wishes are coming true. I am glad I could be useful for once.”

Nick pinched the bridge of his nose. Frustration was radiating from him. “This is not what it looks like.”

“Really?” You tilted your head. “What does it look like, then? Tell me, Agent Fowler. I am all ears.” You straightened up, crossing your arms against your chest sternly.

Nick just stared at you but no words came out of his mouth. 

“Just what I thought. It is precisely what it looks like, Agent Fowler.” You laughed ruefully before turning your back on him and making your way towards the glass door.

“Just…be careful”. Nick said softly. 

His tone made your blood boil. “I can take care of myself, don’t worry.” You answered without even looking at him. “Besides, you’ve been ignoring me for the last three months so stop acting like you care.” You added coldly. 

He took a few steps towards you but stopped when you abruptly turned around and threw daggers at him. You were waiting for him to mock you, give a snarky comment like he used to do but he just watched you intensely at you and sighed. 

“There are things that I can’t tell you but… just keep in mind Hansen could hurt you.”

You snorted. “You have seduced me, took advantage of me to get some information, ridiculed me and ditched me. What more could he do?”

Without waiting for an answer, you left the terrace and closed the door behind you, leaving Nick alone with his thoughts. You hugged yourself as the reality of the situation hit you once again. Blinking back tears, you joined Lloyd as he was talking with one of your colleagues.

Nick watched you through the glazed doors. His jaw ticked as Hansen put an arm around your waist and held you close. You let him and even smiled at him. He clenched his fists. Things were not going precisely as he had planned but he had a mission to go through first. Then, he would get you back. No matter who he would have to get rid of along the way.  

Tagging: @thezombieprostitute

[coquitokisses]

🥥💋 Nina. 23. she/her. puertorican. multifandom. bilingual.

{ english isn’t my first language, is spanish }

Requests are open!

Fandoms I will write for: marvel, supernatural & teen wolf (for now) maybe some other characters from other fandoms and maybe a few actors from said fandoms (if you want to make a request and I don’t have the name of the character/actor written below, you can still make the request as long as it’s from the fandoms mentioned before or from the characters I have listed below. My dm’s are also open in case yall wanna ask me anything or prefer to do your requests that way!)

Things I will not write: dubcon/noncon, any dark themes, nothing too hardcore (like anything bdsm related), I won’t write anything sexual with underage characters and won’t write anything about characters/actors I don’t know.

All my fics are female reader.

I will be doing a taglist so if you wanna be tagged in any of my fics all you gotta do is ask!

» masterlist under the cut!

.: ⋆* MASTERLIST *⋆ :.

🍒 - smut | 🍰 - fluff | 🥀 - angst | 🍯 - suggestive

🫐 - drabbles (less than 1k) | 🪐 - series | 🐚 - one shots

❄️ - requests

.: ⋆* Bucky Barnes

Back Together 🍰🐚

Trusting Again 🪐

.: ⋆* Steve Rogers

Miss Americana and America’s Golden Boy ❄️🍰🫐

Insufferable 🥀

.: ⋆* Loki Laufeyson

nothing yet!

.: ⋆* Logan Howlett

nothing yet!

.: ⋆* Dean Winchester

Oh, baby! 🪐

.: ⋆* Alex Summers

Headcanons 🍰 | part 2 (nsfw) 🍯🍒

.: ⋆* Johnny Storm

nothing yet!

.: ⋆* Theo Raeken

nothing yet!

.: ⋆* Andy Barber

nothing yet!

.: ⋆* Nick Fowler

nothing yet!

author’s note: this masterlist will be constantly updated to add new fics and/or new characters

dividers creds to @sseuda and @plutism

[allthenobodypplfics]

I want this 😭

These three, lovelies.

Just saying. 🫠

[mandoalorian]

🌟 4000 follower celebration 🌟

FIC REQUESTS NOW OPEN

In celebration of hitting this incredible milestone, I am officially reopening fic requests for Sebastian characters specifically. Will write for most of his characters (aka the characters that aren’t real people; and the characters that I have actually seen be portrayed in the movie). Super stoked about this! 💞

Character list:

Bucky Barnes (MCU)

Steve Kemp (Fresh)

Max Burnett (Sharper)

Mickey (Monday)

Terry the Terrific (The Magic of Passion)

Nick Fowler (The 355)

Lance Tucker (The Bronze)

Chase Collins (The Covenant)

Just send requests to my ask inbox. I will do smut (will be f!reader), angst, fluff, drabbles, headcanons… pretty much anything your heart desires. If you have a preference for a gender neutral reader or a female reader, please let me know. 🥹

Excited to see what comes from this! 💞

[alternativegirl23]

Masterlist 1/12/25

Anything from series to drabbles relating to the character written. Sorry, I dont know how to make this more pretty and organized, but I hope it makes sense! Will be updated as I continue to create more content.

The Devil All The Time (This was my first thing written after years of not writing anything, and it probably shows).

Deal With The Devil (Lee Bodecker, Three parts)

1) https://www.tumblr.com/alternativegirl23/728850707505102848/this-is-a-soft-dom-lee-bodecker-fanfic-will-be?source=share

2) https://www.tumblr.com/alternativegirl23/729947384318164992/i-feel-like-the-first-two-chapters-have-been?source=share

3) https://www.tumblr.com/alternativegirl23/752932359714881536/deal-with-the-devil-finale?source=share

Folie A' Deux (Multiple MMC's, Drabble)

https://www.tumblr.com/alternativegirl23/732107450140033024/title-folie-a-deux-pairing-nick-fowler-x-female?source=share

A Cap-tivating Christmas Eve (Steve Rogers, Bucky Barnes)

https://www.tumblr.com/alternativegirl23/770797911056564224/a-cap-tivating-christmas-eve?source=share

A Chance Encounter (Mr. Freezy)

https://www.tumblr.com/alternativegirl23/765897000264810496/chance-encounter?source=share

Forbidden Fruit (Captain Syverson. This didn't turn out quite how I wanted but Im not sure how to make it better).

https://www.tumblr.com/alternativegirl23/761433582895038464/forbidden-fruit?source=share