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sergeantbarnessdoll · 1 month ago

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Oooo I thought I would send this in as a request!! I know you’ve never written for Nick before but here it is:

Can I please request Soft Dark!Nick Fowler x innocent!Y/n where she has been Nick’s loyal assistant (Mace definitely attempted to warn Y/n about Nick’s corruption) for a couple years now at the CIA after the events of The 355 (in this AU, he wasn’t caught at the end, the four woman are still on the run from Nick). He tells Y/n one morning when she brings him his coffee (he definitely says “Thank you, sweetheart”) that he’s “promoting” her, and he has her also be his assistant with his less than legal activities (also he’d be paying her a ridiculous amount of money)… Also he has her work out of an office in his fancy apartment, and has her move into his penthouse apartment that very day (he honestly is just in love with her and wants to keep her close, can’t let her get away like Mace did). Throughout her first day of her promotion, she starts to notice the red flags that show that what Nick is doing isn’t an extension of the CIA, it’s criminal activity, and the people that she is calling to set up meeting with Nick and the people coming in and out of his expensive apartment are very clearly dangerous criminals and corrupt officials, but he tells her not to worry and she trusts him so she lets it go. That is until weeks later she walks into his office (without knocking) to give him paperwork and she literally witnesses him offing someone . He’d definitely sigh that she didn’t knock, but would guide her to sit down before she passed out from shock and call her his good girl when she agrees that what she witnessed cannot leave that room, as he gently rubs his hand on her back to calm her down🥺 He’d get much more obviously affectionate after that day, kisses extend from just the forehead to the corner of her mouth, back hugs, pulling her into his lap any time he can, cuddling and sleeping in the same bed, a protective arm around her waist when they’re out or holding her hand tightly, petting her hair gently, the gifts turn into more expensive things like fancy clothes, fancy dinners, jewelry, giving her everything she could ever want or need, etc. And she relishes in every moment of affection and love he gives her and falls hard for him! (They both love each other sm)

Promotion » Nick Fowler

Pairings: Soft Dark!Nick Fowler x Innocent/Assistant!Female Reader

Summary: Nick gives you a promotion that has you move in with him and working out of his home.

Warnings: Soft Dark, Fluff, language, mentions of murder, brief mention of blood, almost passing out, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the lovely request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

You’ve been working for Nick for almost a year. You’re his assistant. Nick took a liking to you the moment he interviewed you. He chose the office right next to his for your office. After what happened with Mace, he wants to keep you close.

“Here’s your coffee, Mr. Fowler.” You say, setting it on his desk.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Nick smiles.

“You’re- You’re welcome.” You stuttered, blushing when he called you sweetheart. “Do you need anything else?” You asked.

“Not right now. I’ll let you know.” He says.

You nodded and walked out of his office. He called out for you when you got to the doorway of his office.

“Wait a second. There is one more thing.” Nick says.

“Yes, Mr. Fowler?” You asked.

“Take a seat.” He says, gesturing to one of the chairs in front of his desk.

You took a second in one of the chairs, curious to know what Nick has to say.

“As you know, you’ve been working for me for almost a year and I love having you as my assistant. You’ve done remarkable work for me. Some without me having to ask.” Nick says.

“I just want to please you and make you proud of my work and what I can do, sir.” You say with a smile.

“That, you do.” He smiles. “With that being said, I’ve decided it’s time to give you a promotion.” He says.

Your lips parted a bit and your eyes widened in surprise.

“Really?” You asked.

“Yes.” He smiles.

“Oh, thank you, Mr. Fowler!” You exclaimed happily.

“You’re welcome, sweetheart.” He smiles back. “Like I said when we met, call me Nick.” He says flirtatiously.

“Nick.” You say softly.

“Come over to my place tonight for the details of your promotion. We’ll discuss it over dinner tonight.” He says.

“Will do, Mr. Fowler- Nick.” You say, smiling happily.

You were unable to control your excitement for the rest of the work day. You’re beyond excited and curious to know what your promotion is. When it came time to go to Nick’s house for dinner and the details for your promotion, you knocked on the door and patiently waited for Nick to open the door. He smiles when he sees you.

“Come in.” Nick says, stepping aside.

You admired his house as you walked inside.

“You have a lovely house, Nick.” You complimented softly.

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He smiles.

There goes the blushing again.

“I got Italian for dinner.” He says, leading you to the dining room.

“I love Italian.” You smiled.

The dining room was set up for two. Besides the food and wine, there was a couple candles and a vase of flowers on the table as well. Nick, being the gentleman he is, pulled a chair out for you.

“Such a gentleman.” You smiled.

“For you, sweetheart, I always am.” He says flirtatiously.

You sat down in the chair and Nick sat down next to you. You two ate dinner as Nick told you about your promotion.

“Your promotion will involve you living here.” Nick tells you.

“May I ask why have to live here for my promotion?” You asked curiously.

“So I can protect you myself.” He replies.

That is part of the reason why he wants you to live with him for your promotion, but he also doesn’t want to let you go. You actually find it sweet that he wants to protect you, even more so in his own home.

“You’re so sweet, Nick.” You smiled.

“What do you say, sweetheart? Do you want the promotion?” He asks, leaning back in his chair and taking a sip of wine.

“Yes! I want the promotion!” You answered excitedly.

Nick smiles when you accepted the promotion. Now, that he has you in the comfort of his home, there’s no way he’s letting you go.

———

You’re still Nick’s assistant. You just do a little more work than you used to do. You still do that things you used to do for him. You get him coffee every morning. Even though, you can make coffee in the kitchen, which you do sometimes, you like going out and buying coffee for him. You’ve also been living with him for a few months. You have an in home office in his house too.

Nick has you make calls that have nothing to do with the CIA, but you don’t know that. You made those calls earlier. Currently, you’re printing out important papers Nick needs. You decided to do it when he was in his meeting. As you collected all of the papers you printed from the printer, you looked through them to make sure you have all of them. As you were doing that, you walked in Nick’s office without knocking and witnessed something you shouldn’t have seen. Your eyes went wide and you dropped the papers on the floor when you seen a dead body in a pool of blood on the floor. One of the men who Nick was having a meeting with seen you. Nick turned around and seen you.

“Clean this up.” Nick says to the men.

They nodded and drug the bloody dead man out of Nick’s office. You felt yourself get lightheaded from how much blood was on the floor. Nick noticed that you were about to pass out. He wrapped his arms around you and guided you to the couch and sat you down. He sat down next to you.

“Are you ok, sweetheart?” Nick asks softly.

“So- So much blood.” You mumbled, still staring at the pool of blood.

Nick gently cupped your cheeks and turned your head towards him, getting you to look him in his blue eyes.

“Don’t look at the blood. Look at me.” He says.

You continued to gaze in his eyes. You began to feel a little bit better.

“I’ll be right back, ok?” He says.

“Ok.” You say quietly.

Nick left his office momentarily to get you a glass of water and a wet washcloth for your forehead. He came back to office to see you slouched back against the couch with your eyes closed. He set the cup and washcloth down to check on you.

“Sweetheart, wake up.” Nick says softly, softly tapping on your cheek.

“I was just resting.” You say quietly.

Nick gave you the glass of water, which you took a sip of. He gently dabbed the wet washcloth against your flushed face. The coolness of the washcloth felt soothing against your skin and made you feel better.

“How do you feel now?” He asks.

“Better.” You replied.

Nick hates to ruin the moment by bringing up what you saw when you walked in his office earlier, but he wants to make sure you’re not going to tell anyone what you seen just moments ago.

“I need you to promise me that you won’t mention this to anyone, understand?” Nick says softly and sternly.

“I understand, Nick.” You replied.

“Good girl.” He says softly.

Blush crept up on your face when he called you a good girl.

You grew tired a few minutes later. Nick picked you up bridal style and carried you to your bedroom. He gently laid you down on the bed and covered you up with a blanket.

“Nick?” You say sleepily.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Nick asks.

“Please stay with me.” You say.

Nick closed the bedroom door before laying down next to you. He kissed the side of your head and wrapped his arms around you, holding you close to him.

“Get some rest, sweetheart. I’ll be right here if you need anything.” He whispers.

———

Weeks after witnessing that “incident” in Nick’s office, you completely forgot about it. You also kept your word with Nick. You didn’t tell anyone what you saw.

In those same weeks, you and Nick grew closer to each other. He’s been buying you stuff like flowers, jewelry, and clothes. You absolutely love it. You get butterflies in your stomach anytime he spoils you.

“Where are you taking me, Nick?” You asked curiously.

“Wherever my girl wants to go. Today is about you, sweetheart.” Nick says, kissing your cheek and wrapping an arm around your waist.

You smiled when he said that. You two just started off with window shopping before you decided on what you wanted. You saw a cute dress in a window and you knew you had to get it.

“Nick!” You tapped on his arm. “This dress is so cute, don’t you think?” You asked.

Nick looks at the dress and thought about what you would look like in it. He smiles to himself when he gets an image of you in that dress in his head.

“I’m buying it for you.” Nick says, gently pulling you inside of the store.

After going inside of the store, you saw a cute pair of shoes that will go great with the dress. He bought you the shoes too.

Later that day, you admired the dress and shoes Nick bought you. Nick walked in your bedroom as you’re admiring the dress.

“It’s beautiful.” Nick compliments. “You should wear it on our date tonight.” He suggests.

“What?” You asked, turning your attention to him.

“We’re going on a date to that fancy restaurant I was telling you about last night. We have a reservation at 7pm.” He says.

7pm? That’s in a couple hours. You got ready shortly after Nick told you about the reservation. You did touch ups with your outfit, making sure it looks nice. You looked in the full body mirror in your bedroom, smoothing your hands over the fabric of your dress. Nick came in your room a moment later after knocking. He was speechless when he seen you in your new dress.

“What do you think?” You asked, giving him a spin.

“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” Nick compliments softly.

Nick walks over to you and kisses you passionately. You were caught off guard, but kissed him back.

“We should get going. We don’t want to be late.” He says.

When you guys got to the restaurant, you couldn’t help but admire how nice it looks in there. Nick reached across the table and gently turned your head towards, wanting your attention on him. You gave him a smile.

“You look so beautiful.” Nick compliments softly.

“Thank you, Nick.” You say softly.

“I have something for you.” He says.

He pulled a velvet box out of his suit jacket pocket and placed it in front of you. You opened it, gasping softly when you seen the most beautiful diamond bracelet in it.

“Nick…” You say speechless.

Nick took it out of the velvet box and put it around your wrist. You admired it with a smile on your face.

“It adds more to your beauty.” He compliments softly.

You blushed when he said that.

You two had a wonderful dinner. Nick said nothing but sweet words to you throughout the night.

“I had a wonderful evening.” You say as you and Nick walked inside his house.

“So did I.” Nick agrees. “Wanna know what would make it even more wonderful?” He asks.

“What would that be?” You asked.

Nick gently cups your cheeks and kisses you passionately. This kiss had even more passion in it compared to the kiss earlier in the evening. You were left breathless.

“I love you.” You say for the first time.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” Nick says softly.

You two ended then evening with cuddling. The next morning, you managed to sneak out of bed with Nick noticing and went to the kitchen to make coffee. You leaned against the kitchen counter, watching the coffee drip into the coffee pot. You then felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist from behind, making you smile.

“You weren’t in bed when I woke up.” Nick says, his voice raspy from waking up a moment ago.

“I wanted to make us coffee.” You say, leaning back against the front of his body.

“You always make the best coffee.” He says.

You turned around in his arms to give him a proper morning kiss. His light stubble poked your hands as you cupped his cheeks.

“I love you, Nick.” You say softly, gazing in his blue eyes.

“I love you too, sweetheart.” Nick almost whispers.

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-Bucky’s Doll

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eccentricallygothic · 2 years ago

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Summary: When Nick had said he would love you in every shape and form, you hadn't thought much of it and had laughed it away… Oh...

Pairing: Soft Dark Mobster!Nick Fowler | Wife!You.

Disclaimer: I (unfortunately) do not own Nick Fowler. This story contains dark and mature content so browse at your own discretion, please. Minors do not interact.

Warning(s): Soft Dark!Nick, dubcon, filthy trash that's been crushing me for some long days, primal kink (? Omg I don't know he basically forces you to grow out your hairs because idk okay?), humiliation, dacryphilia, taming, power imbalance, captivity, spanking, fingering, oral (reader receives it), boob play, angsty-ish, breeding kink. Basically mobster husband Nick worshipping you in his own twisted way.

Note: Coping with my genes through this story and I am not sorry. All mistakes are mine. Feedback is much appreciated 🩷

MASTERLIST

You bit your lip and sucked in a harsh breath when you heard the door open and then close. Sucking in a deep breath, you felt your heartbeat speed up as your whole body turned rigid.

Tap. Tap. Tap.

The clicks of his Italian shoes against the wooden floorboards of his harm proof house got louder and louder until they were a few feet away from you.

"Where is my favourite little savage?" Your jaw clenched at how he cooed his words, fist choking the duster you were cleaning the furniture with, back still turned to him as you willed him to disappear. "Beastie~" he called out again, this time more condescending, in that disgusting mock-disappointed tone of his, "now, you know what happens when you disrespect me with this kind of behavior."

Your head dropped along with the duster at his words. Oh. If only you had heeded your best friend's warnings and not dated this sick man. If only you had known just what kind of a disgusting and hopeless dynamic awaited you at the end of it. If only you had caught on in time.

Though you weren't sure a man as powerful as Nick Fowler would have stopped at taking no for an answer.

He probably would have taken you as though you were a possession he was entitled to anyways.

Maybe you were always supposed to end up here.

"Come on, now, beastie. It's been 2 whole days, didn't you miss your husband, hm?" One that you had been fooled into marrying. "Come here and show me that pretty face like a good wife that's happy to see her man."

You blamed yourself more than anything.

How did you not see this coming?

Resolving to succumb to your role as his primal little wife that he had forced you into being, beating (strictly only your ass or boobs) and fucking every one of your refusals out of you every time you tried to stand your ground, you slowly spun on your heels.

Not like your body put up much of a fight whenever he did.

He knew all your weaknesses.

"Ah, there she is~" you walked to him with your head lowered and covered with the long hair that he had made you grow out. "Let me see that beautiful face" his voice was almost demanding as his fingers wrapped around your forearms.

A whimper left you at the feeling of his warm fingers. You hated your traitorous body that always submitted to his touch. But he was the only physical or human interaction you had been confined to for a whole year now. You had been alone in his huge house for 2 days now as he had gone off for a business trip, leaving you with food and your rule list which included chores to ensure mobility, Nick had promised to be back home exactly at this time today.

He had harm proofed the house a long time ago to avoid any incidents. All the food that you two ate was delivered to the door by his men that you weren't allowed to answer as you never wore clothes because Nick liked you best in your natural state and also because he could not bear to see you attend to anyone other than him.

"Oh hello, little heathen~" you knew he purposefully used these words to irritate you and to express his power over you. He knew how much you hated them. But you had no choice. Any kind of rebellion or display of annoyance would lead to a disciplining session, as he called them.

Beautiful little beasts like yourself need to be disciplined before they can be introduced into society.

Though he never would.

He was far too selfish.

"Fuck, you're even more beautiful than the last time I saw you, beastie~" moving your hair out of the way, he cupped your face with both his hands and kissed your soft unibrow. Your face burnt in humiliation as you tried to move away but he restricted you by the vice grip one of his hands formed on your chin. "How do you do it?" His fingers caressed the soft fur on the top of your lip now, pecking your mouth a couple times. "So natural," it was your chin now. "So primal," the kisses peppered down to the valley between your breasts, his stubble much stiffer than the soft mat of hair between your boobs. "All mine" his arms wrapped around your waist as he pulled you close and latched his mouth onto one of your nipples.

"Nick~" you had intended it to be a protest but it came out a needy whine. You hated it. How wet your powerlessness to his rules regarding your body and appearance made you was something that repulsed you. A moan left you now as your fingers snaked through his short hair, the man's body slowly guiding yours to the couch behind you two as he took his sweet time praising and enjoying your breasts.

You would never admit it. But how he worshipped you in a form you would never have allowed yourself to be in did unexplainable things to your body. What you found embarrassing and even unattractive was the epitome of true beauty to him was astounding to you.

Sure, he was condescending about it sometimes but that was only to either get a rise out of you to make you slip into his little games or when you would clench harder around him when he would call you humiliating names.

Fuck. You hated it. All of it.

"Look at these pretty little fat fuck handles" a loud moan escaped you when he harshly spanked one of your now well pampered boobs, ass perched against the rest of the couch. "So perfect." The noises of the suckling of his lips as he painted the skin of your chest with marks of his love was loud as one of his hands spread your legs. "Gonna fuck them full of milk one day."

You bit your lip in embarrassment as you visualized through your closed eyes how your bushy core must be looking.

"Would you like that, beastie?" Your hole clenched around the air at his words. "I bet you would. Finally serving your natural purpose..." His words were so wrong. "So pretty and round you would be." A shaky whimper escaped your mouth when his hand cupped the curve between your legs, fingers toying with the hairs before they reached your pussy lips.

"Nick…" Your voice was full of desperation, pussy dripping against your will. But he worshipped you so well. And at your worst, if you would say so yourself.

He smirked as he kneeled your legs, kissing the older love bites and marks, one hand still greedily toying with your chest like it would disappear if he let go. "Did this bearded clam miss me?" You absolutely hated him.

"Ni-ck…!" What had started as an agitated protest morphed into a gasping moan when he prodded your desperate entrance with the tip of his thumb.

"Sounds like it did" your face burnt hot as he pressed wet kisses along your marked thighs, leaving soft bites occasionally as his thumb teased your wet folds, the squelching noise loud in his otherwise quiet house. "Don't know why you pretend to hate this when all I wanna do is love you." His lips had finally reached your petals, nose burying in your bush as his hot breath caused your core to tingle. "At least your body gets it."

A loud moan fought its way out of your mouth when he swiped his warm tongue across your flesh in a vertical motion, the suddenness and sensitive state of your pussy causing your back to arch. "Nick!" Your fingers tugged at his hair and he took it as a cue to push one of his fingers up your leaking entrance.

"Fuck, still as tight as the first time I fucked it dumb. You're just perfect, aren't you?" His husky voice and the warmth of honesty in his words added to the pleasure. God, you were such a narcissist. That had to be it.

"Nick…" Your hips started to sway to assist the rhythm of his slender digit. "Please…" You requested as you looked down, pulsating with need as the darkness of his eyes made you clench around his finger.

He had such a way of making you feel like the smallest thing ever next to him.

So naked. So exposed. So vulnerable.

"You want more, my heathen wife?" You desperately nodded along to his condescending words, whining and biting your lip when he teased your flesh with a kiss, the stubble around his lips teasing and tickling your sensitive core.

"Yes, Nick! Please, more!"

He added another finger to your slippery cavern, feeling his cock stiffening in reaction to how tightly your hot ring of muscles choked his fingers. "Such a slut" Nick tortured you with his kitten licks and kisses. "Always acting so high and mighty, pretending to hate this, but leaking like a punctured whore needing a cock fix whenever inspected." Your toes curled as his fingers stimulated your walls, lips sucking at your clit. "You can play games with me all you want, beastie." Your husband's voice was muffled against your cunt. "But you know you love this."

Whenever you were close, like right now, you would end up saying the most vile of things that both he and you would chastise you for later. It was always unintentional, but whether truthful or not was something you dared not ponder over later.

"I do, Nick! I do!" You sobbed from the pleasure, back arched as you looked like a literal Goddess, if Nick said so himself. "Please, Nick!" His fingers lapped at your folds, fingers fucking you fast and rough, now allowing you time to adjust and clench as his blue eyes watched your perfect form darkly.

Your skin was glowing from tiny droplets of sweat under the daylight coming in from the windows, natural and unplucked eyebrows furrowed in pleasure and concentration as your teeth dug into your bottom lip, the upper one trembling just a little as the soft fur atop it adorned your features in a way so beautiful and unique that he could bet it was only limited to you. How your breasts that were the perfect size and shape trembled with tremors due to how you fucked yourself against his fingers while your gorgeous thighs trembled.

Nick moaned against your pussy, the action causing vibrations of pleasure down your spine as one of his hands palmed his cock and eyes enjoyed the sight of your pleasure drunk body, lewdly moving against his own. Like a snake in water.

Fuck.

You truly were the most gorgeous thing to ever come into existence.

"Nick!" The way you said his name alone could easily tip him off. And the way you hissed in pleasure, praises and thanks forcing their way out of your mouth that he loved to do the most vile things to cause an ache in his balls. Your pussy clenched around his fingers and maintained their hold as you exploded, throwing your head back as you cried out his name over and over, chest heaving as your vision blurred.

"Fuck, I missed you~" you whispered through the ringing of your ears, pushing him back and against the floor with the heel of your foot as you launched yourself on his clothed form, rubbing the rest of your orgasm out against his thigh.

Nick smirked as one of his hands squeezed your ass cheeks. "Ah! There she is! My primal little whore-" you shut him up with a rough kiss.

You had a lifetime to antagonize over your actions. But it would be a damn shame to waste this pleasure that was melting your insides into a puddle.

Was it so bad, really? All the man wanted to do was to protect you and worship you. In this moment, you were ready to assure anyone that worse existed out there.

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sconnie-doesnt-know · 2 years ago

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I'm so into this. He was devious and dark but also

generous and sweet. I'm conflicted but so eager. Lol

Guess I'm just a dark princess with a kick-ass garden now. Oops.

Sweet and stained

soft dark Nick Fowler x female reader

a Hades/Persephone inspired AU set in modern times, with an implied mafia background

summary: You live in the sun and blooms, under your mother's protective wing (or is it cage?). When Nick Fowler strolls into your life, he brings a wave of thrilling fresh with the darkness that follows him.

warnings: soft!dark Nick Fowler; sort of dub-con; kidnapping; manipulation; light corruption kink; mentioned breeding kink; a bit of smutty scenes included;

Author's Note: This is a trope that won the poll for my birthday celebration story. Honestly, the way I imagined this fic at first is completely different from how it turned out. Less sharp than my usual style and more of a gloomy, start-of-the-autumn poetics. Still, I hope you'll enjoy!

You never knew black could shimmer so brilliantly, even though you saw its various shades in petals of unique flowers. The night sky’s ink was dotted with sparkling dust, too, after all. Yet it was only now that you noticed the luminosity of dark, as your head tilted back on the softest pillows and your gaze roamed the supple garlands of the black canopy.

Dark interior, which scared you the first time you took a step inside, now engulfed you in heady warmth. Like a sip of spicy hot chocolate, so rich and thick it coats your tongue and fills your belly with a bitter bite to its general sweetness.

There’s more spice than sweetness to your captor, but you began realizing he remained the only one to treat you with softness. As if he truly cared.

Perhaps he did?

Maybe the charm and patience he showed you at the beginning were as true as the ruthless possessiveness with which he bound you to him.

You had years to find that out. Decades at his side, to unravel the scary mystery that was Nick Fowler.

Your husband.

His face above you, as he sat beside your sweaty, spent body, shone a serene glow. His eyes a shade of clear lake, with monsters luring in the depths.

You still feared him, but Nick gave you enough proof that he wouldn’t hurt you.

Even if his plan for you was weaved out of nefarious intentions.

He set aside the glass of water which he brought to your lips a moment ago, soothing your throat that dried out from how much you screamed for him.

It’s for the best that you couldn’t speak at the moment, your breath still ragged; since you didn’t know what you’d say to him after all the debauched things he did to you. Post sex pillow talk was never your forte, but it was even more awkward after willingly spreading your legs for a man who ripped you from your life as one plucked a flower from the ground.

Silently, you watched Nick once again pick a crystal bowl from the nightstand, a shiny barrow of pomegranate seeds peeking above the rim.

He devoured some moments before he indulged in your dripping pussy.

Seeds glistened ruby richness on Nick’s fingers as he brought them to your lips; his own mouth stained with the juice. He left traces of the red sweetness on your thighs and mound, mixing pomegranate flavor with your combined spend.

Your lips wrapped around his digits as he spilled fruity grains on your tongue. One of your hands rested on your belly, just below your navel.

Nick has repeatedly filled you with seeds that night, not only those of a pomegranate.

It made you tremble. His intent was clear; not only shown in relentless, deep thrusts, but dark and dirty words whispered into your ear.

Your body shouldn’t react so eagerly to his plans, arching and spasming in whorish acceptance as he ordered you to take it; as he fucked you through one climax into another, telling you of his heir swelling in your womb.

Disgust should have filled you, instead of arousal. Because as much as you believed Nick was going to dote on you, his owning of your body in every sense was driven by revenge.

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With the wide rim of the sunhat on your head limiting your view and your focus on the pots dancing away from you (the wind that day was wickedly playful, knocking over the smaller pots every time you righted them), you weren’t paying much attention to your surroundings.

People walked past, some gleefully talking about plants, others arguing on what was or wasn’t needed in their garden. On a sunny day like that, Demeter Gardens had as many customers as a fun fair on weekends.

The staff was really busy on days like this, doubling their efforts, because it was usually when your mother chose to grace the place with her radiant presence - radiant to the customers, an absolute harpy to her workers.

There were many traits you admired about your mother. The most inspiring was the fact she was a barely out of teens single mother who managed to raise you and start a business that flourished into a state known brand.

She had her faults, too. Like the high expectations and harsh tongue when someone didn’t meet her standards.

It went both for her employees and her daughter.

Working with plants soothed you, so at least your future as the heiress to the empire your mother wanted you to take over didn’t look as grim. Even if some evenings you cried into a pillow, because it wasn’t what you dreamt of at all.

Growing under her wing, you didn’t get much of a chance to explore what exactly you could dream of, what called out to you, but you simply knew that running a gardening business wasn’t it.

You never dared to tell your mother that. Enough times have you suffered her cruel words, snide remarks regarding anything that strayed even a step away from her grand plans. Demeter had ambition rivaling many moguls and she poured it onto you as well. The only praise you got was when you won any sort of competition, or mentioned business plans.

Your mother may have only spiteful words to say about your absent father, but she possessed the same self-centered core as him. Rotten and unkind.

How plants flourished under her hands, you had no idea.

Though she didn’t spend much time with them anymore, leaving it to people who really liked working with plants. You liked the peace and quiet it offered, which is why you spent almost every day at the gardening center.

“Excuse me?” A smooth male voice startled you.

Not only with how sudden and close it was, but also because it was so unusual in a place mostly filled with cheery, loudly speaking families or couples.

You turned your head, pulling the rim of your sunhat up with your dirty fingers, so you could see the person better.

Your gaze met a pair of blue eyes, with a silvery gray swirl in them, that chilled you like an autumn rain pattering on your skin. A shadow of stubble along a chiseled jaw, which would feel under your fingertips like frosty needles of the first hoarse coating November leaves. Subtle, pink lips curved in a smile, but its charm didn’t fully cover the sharp threat of teeth that could sink in ‘till blood spilled like in spooky nightmares of autumnal season.

This man looked like the stillness of dying nature, engulfed in fog and chilling to the bones. A dark spirit amongst the lush greenery and blooming life that stretched all around.

And yet he was more beautiful than any man you ever laid eyes on.

“Yes?” You swallowed nervously, mostly to wet your suddenly dry throat. “Can I help you?”

“I’m sure you can,” he said softly, his voice a brush of cool silk.

“See, I usually hire garden designers to take care of any greenery around my business buildings, but the one at my actual home? I wanted to work on it myself.”

“Understandable.” You smiled at him. “Having your own garden is a personal thing. Working on it helps you connect with the place that will be your oasis.”

“The problem is, I quickly realized I have zero idea what I’m doing. But I’m a stubborn bastard, who’s still adamant on chasing what he set his eyes on.” He sighed dramatically, making you laugh.

“Anyway-” he shook his head- “I’m Nick. Please, help me out?”

You gave him your name, taking his hand when he outstretched it. His fingers were calloused, though it’s the cool brush of metal of his rings that sent tiny spikes of sensation through you.

“What exactly do you need my help with, Nick?” You took off your sunhat and squinted slightly as the sunlight soaked your vision.

“My tastes are… unique.” You knew he spoke about aesthetic preferences, but couldn’t help hearing the double meaning behind it. Especially with the sensual flick of his tongue over his bottom lip.

“I’m mostly out the whole day,” Nick continued explaining, “coming home only in the evening. Which is when I wish to spend most time in the garden. To relax and enjoy its secret beauty.”

“You want night bloomers.” You guessed, grinning ear to ear.

Flowers blooming in the evening and through the night were one of your favorites. There was something about them that called out to you. Perhaps the fact they were overlooked under the radiant sun, hiding their secret beauty to flourish in shadows, when no one could judge them.

There was also the aura of mystery about them, pairing so well with your fondness for gloomy and gothic stories.

“See? I knew I was asking the right person for help.” Nick mirrored your smile; his made you a little weak in the knees.

“You have to get the Moonflower, of course.” You moved and gestured for Nick to follow you, as you led him to the far end of the center.

“I have to?” Nick chuckled, matching your step to walk beside you rather than behind you.

Shoulder to shoulder with him, you suddenly realized he was taller than at first sight. Much warmer than what his dark aura suggested, too. And his scent was a toe-curling reminder of spicy mulled wine sipped by the fireplace.

“Yes!” You nodded, brushing your fingertips along the plants you passed on your way. “Moonflower is my favorite. It’s similar to the morning glory. You won’t see its full beauty now, but I assure you it never disappoints.”

When you finally reached the corner with potted plants - from smallest to those quite grown already - Nick bent over to examine it closely. He gently trailed the heart-shaped leaves, then plucked the yellow card attached to one of the thin stems.

“Moonflower, or moon vine,” he read aloud, “is a night-blooming morning glory that opens in the evening and stays full until morning.”

Nick straightened and turned to you, gaze slowly dragging up your body. When his eyes met yours, there was a glint of something cold and dangerous in them. As if for a split of a second you saw a flash of instrumental triumph.

“Opens in the evening and stays full until morning,” he repeated the words, his voice dropping an octave and filling your belly with unexpected heat. “I like it already.”

“Uh, well-” you squeezed the rim of the sunhat in your grasp- “Yes, see, I told you. You’ll like it even more when it blooms in your garden.”

“I know I will.” Nick affirmed solemnly.

Something about his gaze, or perhaps it was the set of his jaw, quickened your pulse with a warning that his intent was more than just a harmless flirting. There was this tinge of danger about him, fizzing on the tip of your tongue with a spicy aftertaste.

If you licked his skin, the cold darkness may swallow you, but everything inside you would set aflame.

Apprehension tingled inside your chest, like wind chimes’ pearly tune that lured with their woeful longing. Reason whispered to take a step back, but feet moved forward on their own, drawn to the inner flame that may as well be straight from hell.

It was hard to break eye contact with Nick, but you feared if you didn’t look away he’d mesmerize you into selling your soul. And your body. Body which awoke with yearning to have his fingertips trail along your skin the same way he touched the plants.

Somehow you managed to turn away. The sun’s warmth returned to your cheeks, caressing your face with soothing lightness the second you stepped away from Nick’s gloomy aura.

“You should also get night blooming Jasmine. It smells so sweet.” You rambled about plants, clutching onto the topic like it was a lifebuoy keeping you afloat from sinking into fascinating, but scary depths that were Nick’s eyes.

“And Angel’s Trumpets!” With your presentation, excitement returned.

You were helping create something personal, something so very unique. However Nick chose to use your advice, you had a blissful sense of creating something yourself. A garden that may as well be yours, since it catered to your aesthetic and needs as well.

Nick ordered so many of the plants you listed that not only did you run out of stock, but had to set up a delivery from another center. You weren’t sure how big Nick’s garden was, but considering the amount of plants it had to be a king-sized land.

The thought of roaming it in the late evening, with dusk hiding hues of purple and gold in a shroud of ink black, and moonlit petals opening up for the life of creatures of the night; it made your heart yearn.

You’d love to wander through that garden.

For someone who ran a gardening empire, your mother kept you both locked in a metal and glass skyscraper, in a two-floor penthouse with (amazing, but contained) view of the city.

It was a cage.

As you watched Nick walk away after he paid in advance for the order, though he took with him some chilling sense of danger, you envied his freedom to simply walk away from the sun and the blooms.

Many would be jealous of you, you were aware of that. Living among lush greenery and constant sun seemed wonderful. It was to an extent. But this pristine, spring and summer only land, didn’t allow difference. There was no real room for unusual, dark undertones of wicked hearts that would love to have wild mushrooms spread over their lawn instead of snobby hydrangeas.

When a cooling cloud shielded you from the scorching sun, coming along with Nick as he returned the next week, you felt like breathing freely for the first time since he walked away.

This time he asked for fruit trees which he wanted to scatter among other types. The idea immediately struck you as unique, making your heart jump.

Most of the time people divided their gardens - strict lines and areas for vegetables, separating them from decorative flowers. Mixing them up seemed chaotic, but so wonderful. What a surprise to walk through gemstone garlands of wisteria to find juicy peaches at arm’s reach. Or to tread through ferns and moonflowers to discover gooseberry bushes hidden amongst them.

When Nick came on a third week, your excitement at his presence and news of his garden overpowered any sense of reason that kept you at a certain distance with him.

And when he mentioned that keeping a routine and being at the center on the same day, same hour every week could be dangerous.

“Someone could watch you, learn your schedule and plan how to steal you, Moonflower.”

Having Nick call you Moonflower - the word rolling out on his tongue in a hum of wind, chilling to the bone, but igniting that deep-soul yearning - stirred feelings that overpowered the warning.

Or maybe you started living for that rush of thrill Nick’s shadow elicited. The only spot of darkness allowed in your life. Enriching it thus.

Still, fear resurfaced with tentacles of cold wrapping around you and plucking you from the sunny spot in broad daylight as you trotted to work the week after. On the same day as usual, with a bounce to your step as thirst for Nick’s brand of addictive flavor parched your throat.

The car was black; a polished, obsidian arrowhead spearing the sheet of morning light. The engine’s sound more the growl of a prowling beast than the roar of an unhinged monster.

Despite the speed, it stopped gracefully at the curb, cutting off your route. Nick’s silhouette stunned you as he exited the car; the blue-green depth of his eyes darker than when he walked along with you through blooming alleys.

A smile didn’t have a chance to spread on your lips when his hand covered your mouth, the other arm wrapping around you.

You screamed when he dragged you inside the car, but calloused fingers stifled the sound effectively. Wet tinkle of your cries reverberated against the metal of the rings adorning Nick’s fingers.

Pleading eyes, so full of unanswered questions and fear, didn’t cut through the veil of composure. One had no chance begging their life out of death’s grip and Nick’s hold on you was a finality set in stone, as if the grim reaper came to harvest your soul to lead it to undying gardens for the rest of eternity.

“No need for tears, Moonflower.” Nick took his hand from your mouth as the car sped away.

His touch traveled down your shaking arm, harsh fingers delivering surprisingly comforting caress. He took your hand in his and brough your palm to his mouth, kissing softly each knuckle.

“I’ll make you a queen and treat you as such. No harm will ever be done to you.”

“You kidnapped me,” you pointed out, voice quiet and quivering, though you bravely held his gaze. “That’s quite harmful.”

“It’s only a means to avoid meddling of forces that would otherwise keep you away from me.” Nick rested his head back against the seat. “From what I found out about you, they’ve quashed you enough.”

“You know nothing about me, or my life!” You huffed, squirming back into the corner, your back against the side door.

You were never a physical fighter and Nick made no move to grip or hurt you other than pulling you into the car, so you didn’t attack him. You also doubted you had much of a chance of earning anything beside exhaustion and bruises.

It was pitiful to admit, but you never fought anything or anyone beside the dragons in your head. The rebellion and storm were caged within your chest, mind full of words you wanted to scream at your mother, your father, the whole world. But you never did it. Never felt secure enough in your strength to cut those ties.

“I know you’re dedicated and smart, finished on top of your class, gaining a degree that you never wanted to have in the first place.” Nick replied calmly.

His unperturbed composure was as much soothing as resonating with your usual behavior. Though you sensed that his limits weren’t pushable. If it came to it, his retaliation to being crossed would be severe. Lethal even.

You envied that power.

You wanted that power.

“You have passion for creativity and you are a fucking brilliant survivor.” Those words were spoken with admiration; a brilliant foam lighting up the sea storm of Nick’s irises.

“You don’t love gardening as a business. I doubt you’re even interested in actual gardening work. But you see and love plants, their uniqueness, the details of them. You like their beauty, even the unusual ones. You’re an artist, Moonflower.”

Your heart burst with an intermixture of colorful emotion - a hail of fireworks against the black depth that is your caged life.

“Artists should never be shackled into expectations.”

“Yet you took me, because you expect something from it,” you retorted bitterly.

“I expect nothing beyond you being by my side.” Nick’s fingers circled one of your wrists, thumb pressing against your pulse. “And strengthening the power of my empire.”

“And how am I supposed to do that?” There was nothing of value that you could give him. Did he hope for a dowry and connections from your father?

“Just by being with me.” He shifted, crowding you against your little safety corner. “Coming home to you would sweeten every hard day, knowing that I ripped something most precious from the one who took everything from my family.”

Comforting spices of his scent conflicted with the shadows he shrouded you in, painting a picture of a fairy tale that’s twisted enough that it shouldn’t be enjoyable. Yet struggling against the thorny veins of Nick’s plan seemed to have the opposite effect, pushing you further into forests of unknown thrills.

“So I’m a vengeance plan?” You’d prefer it if your voice didn’t betray the disappointment, but it was too late to take back that undertone now.

“Vengeance doesn’t mean burning the world down. That’s too simple and holds no ongoing effect.” Nick’s mouth curved in a scythe of dangerously alluring smirk, his eyes darkening. “Phoenixes rise from the ashes of burnt kingdoms. I rose from it.”

“My type of vengeance is to flourish on the fertile fields of my enemy’s broken ambitions.”

You believed Nick’s every word - that he had the resilience and endurance to build himself from whatever ruin his opponents left him with. It honed him, like hell fire does an indestructible blade.

Many would use that lethal edge to cut the throats of all enemies. But Nick’s revenge wasn’t to bring short term pain and wipe out the others, he wanted them to drown in their suffering, to stretch it out plucking petal after petal of their lush empires.

“You, Moonflower-” he skimmed his fingers along your arm and up the column of your throat- “are my prosperity. My core to thrive.”

“Binding you to me and allowing you to bloom into a woman you always wished to be, whatever form that may take,” Nick loosely curled his fingers around your neck, “will make me happy for I know you’re a brilliant gem. But I won’t hide that it will also crush the rotten heart of my enemy.”

“Seeing you at my side, growing along me and with me-” something about that particular choice of words unfurled heat in your core, like the time he mentioned flowers staying full-

“-will keep the flame of anger and pain consuming her daily.”

“Her?” you suddenly blinked, moving your legs slightly to alleviate the pressure that uncomfortably grazed your folds.

“My mother?” You stared at Nick in bewilderment. “She’s your enemy?”

Nick chuckled, though you weren’t sure if it was at your astonishment or the squirmy movement of your body which he noticed. He leaned closer still, knees brushing against yours. Where the fabric of your summer dress rolled up on your thighs, the fine fabric of his suit pants grazed your skin.

“Your mother may present herself as the survivor against all odds and she is very determined, I’ll give her that. She also became heartless in her need to improve her life and show the world she doesn’t need help, ripping the fortune of others to build herself.”

“She stole from you?” There wasn’t much shock in your response. After all, you knew the backstage face of the gardening queen; the truth behind the sunny smile of the nature-loving new age goddess.

“From my family.” Nick gritted his teeth at the mention. “They took her pregnant under their roof, taught her family secrets of maintaining lush flowers. I was barely four when you were growing in her belly, but I remember her always slapping my hand away when I wanted to touch it, to feel a tiny baby miracle kicking.”

He didn’t say it, but you began to understand the part of possessiveness. The touch he didn’t withdraw an inch once he was able to reach for you freely. Something he was denied, now he ripped it away for himself.

“First she stole the knowledge, then farms and fields.” Nick continued, his voice heavy with ice cold anger. “Came with fancy lawyers and bulldozers, chasing my family away from the scrap of land and the mounds of soil that my grandparents brought from Romania.”

You remembered one time your mother mentioned something about the secret being in the soil, a harpy reflection to her smile when she did.

“My mother’s heart couldn’t take it. My father fled to Romania, finding the only solace in a small square of land where he grew a new hybrid of flowers. Named it after my mother.”

Nick paused for a moment, his eyes boring into yours. A few breaths and the rage surpassed, leaving the lull of oceanic waves in his eyes. They rocked you as you held his gaze; your body attuning to the pulse of crackling fireplace on a dead cold autumn night that was Nick’s aura.

“I’m not a gardener myself,” Nick shrugged, easing his free hand up your leg. “But I know how to plow through hard and high grounds. I’ve made myself a different kind of empire, though I always remained respectful of nature and plants, as my parents did.”

You didn’t even feel him grip you any harder, yet somehow Nick managed to switch your positions in a blink of an eye - pulling you onto his lap.

One of his hands remained at your throat, thumb gently stroking up and down along your pulsing vein.

“You’ll be my queen. You’ll give me heirs.” It wasn’t a proposition, but a declaration of decision set in stone. “I’ll give you the freedom and power you so desperately crave.”

“What do you know of my cravings?” You hoped to challenge his confidence, to fight against the tendrils of magnetic pull that weaved around your limbs.

“I know you turned my way like a plant does seeking the sun,” Nick’s hand slid beneath your dress. “Keeping so close, coming even closer each time, like an addict hopes to lick a single fleck of whatever gets him high.”

Cool rings pressed into your skin, spiking your heart rate into a paradoxical pasodoble between desire and trepidation. Just like the nights you used your own fingers to the image of Nick fucking you in the night garden.

“I know each time you thought I was coming to visit, you wore a shorter dress.” His fingers on your thigh inched further up. “This one today? If I met you inside the gardening center and you’d bend over to show me moss arrangements, I’d get a peek of your ass.”

He did get that peek.

When he bent you over his bed that night. After having you sign your name on all the legally (illegally too, undoubtedly) binding documents as a paid, stoic-faced registrar officiated your wedding. The ink was deep red, as blood that one spills for the devil.

Red was also the wine Nick brought to your lips in a crystal glass. The rich, thick taste of it was a bland mist compared to the burning magma of Nick’s lips against yours, molting away the taste of your previous life as he sealed your contract.

One hand on the nape of your neck, holding you in place as he fed you his sinful tongue, the other buried beneath your sundress. Firm, relentless fingers eliciting tangy, warm rain from between your thighs; watering the soil of the garden filled with plants that you picked. That you loved and Nick provided for you.

He made you mark the land as yours, as he marked you as his. Your voice an enchanted cry of spell that was Nick’s name.

Then he took you to the bedroom - the heart of the underworld kingdom.

Though the dark interior sent a ripple of unease down your spine at first; it was like stepping into a cold, mountain stream after days of hiking in blinding sun. Then the jewel undertones of onyx and cuprite engulfed you. Shimmering black curtains of the canopy parted its wings for you, as Nick led you to the bed.

You never strayed from dirt, but it only stained your hands and clothes as you worked with soil. The dirt spilling from Nick’s mouth as he took you seemed to twist your body into inhuman arches of pleasure, reshaping your mind so it became greedy for the sizzling impulses his filthy words elicited.

Tightest cunt.

Delicious hole.

Breedable pussy.

Mine.

Tears trickled down your cheeks - a salty passage from a girly life of obedient silence into empowered if dark womanhood. Briny dew altered into shy sweetness as your moans stretched, tears turning into those of overwhelming pleasure.

Nick showered you with it. With his tongue and fingers; with his cock that filled you with girth and the precious spent he cursed to take root in your womb.

He led you like a queen, just like he promised, once you were able to stand on your trembling legs after hours of being both worshiped and owned. A silk robe in a color of a red so dark it might as well be woven from arterial blood floated around your frame as Nick took you into the garden.

His fingers intertwined with yours. His pace adjusted to yours, not once rushing or slowing you down.

Focused on admiring the beauty of silvery moonflowers and creamy bells of Angel’s Trumpets, you didn’t notice Nick’s eyes were only on you.

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buckets-and-trees · 8 months ago

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Andy Barber

I’M YOUR MAN soft!dark mafia AU dubious consent, forced marriage, explicit smut

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navybrat817 · 4 months ago

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Please for ficlet friday V-day edition...Nick Fowler and

“I don’t care who they are, I never want to see you talking to them again!”

I decided to make a small follow up to All Nighter, lovely! Hope you enjoy!

Micromanager

Pairing: Soft!Dark Nick Fowler x Female Reader

Summary: Nick doesn't like you talking to another man.

Word Count: Over 720

Warnings: Sexual harassment, possessive behavior, jealousy, tension, noncon kissing and implied noncon, Nick Fowler (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

“Is there anything else I can get for you, Mr. Barnes?” you asked, setting his water and a manila folder on the spare desk.

“Please, call me Bucky,” he said, scooting his chair in so he could look over the file. “And this is fine, thank you.”

Bucky Barnes worked for SHIELD instead of the CIA. The organizations worked together from time to time, and it usually wasn't by choice. Too much ego, too many secrets each wanted to keep from the other. It probably explained why Nick had been in a mood before Bucky showed up and you couldn't imagine that it would improve much once he left.

Good or bad mood, you were going to be on the receiving end of whatever it is he was feeling.

“Well, let me know if you do, Bucky,” you smiled.

“I will,” he gently smiled back, his gaze lingering as you went back to your desk.

The soldier was extremely handsome, his blue eyes kinder than your boss’s. He was bigger than your boss, too. Stronger. He seemed like a decent man overall and you wanted to ask his help, but you didn't. You couldn't.

What would you say if you did? That the Director of the CIA became fixated with you and was harassing you? Forcing you to continue to work for him because he decided you were his?

Your heart sank when you heard your name behind you. Turning, you saw Nick standing in the doorway and expected to meet his gaze since he called for you. Your boss, however, glared at Bucky. He looked like he was two seconds from putting a bullet in his head.

“Yes, Mr. Fowler?” you asked to get his attention, something you didn't want, but it was better than him staring daggers at Bucky.

He blinked and slowly looked your way. “Can I please see you in my office?” he asked, a pit forming in your stomach when you got to your feet. “Barnes, you can continue looking over that file down the hall. Room 3.”

Bucky looked up with a frown. “I don't mind looking-”

“That wasn't a suggestion. That was an order,” he cut him off, a dark smile on his face. “You know all about following orders, right?”

Bucky’s nostrils flared when he shut the folder and stood, but he gave you a soft smile. “When your asshole of a boss is done talking to you, could you please bring me another water to Room 3? I’d appreciate it.”

Your mouth fell open and you merely looked between the men as they narrowed their eyes at each other. Not many were bold enough to call Nick an asshole to his face. There was history there that went beyond organization rivalry, and the longer they stared, the more uncomfortable you felt.

The staring contest finally ended when Bucky gave you one last smile and took his leave, but you felt like you couldn't breathe.

Nick gripped your arm once you were alone, pulled you into his office and shut the door. Your heart thundered in your chest when he locked it. “You were being very friendly with Barnes, weren't you?”

“I was treating him like every other guest,” you said evenly, wincing when he pulled you closer.

“Sir,” Nick said through his teeth.

“Sir,” you whispered, more frightened than you felt since he first made his intentions clear. “Please, let me go.”

“Why? So you can run to him?” he asked, backing you against the door and caging you in. Did he sense that you thought about asking him for help? “You’re mine. Not his.”

You didn't want to belong to Nick. “I know. He works for SHIELD and I was just-”

“I don't care who he is. I never want to see you talking to him again!”

You closed your eyes when his breath fanned your lips. Nick had an air of cockiness around him, but you had never seen his jealous side. It frightened you.

“Don’t be scared, sweetheart,” he whispered, some of his anger dissipating before he kissed you. A mark of ownership. “Just stay the fuck away from Bucky Barnes.”

“Yes, sir,” you whispered, shivers wracking your body when he kissed you again.

Because you were going to feel every ounce of Nick’s jealousy before the day was through.

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lunaroserites · 8 days ago

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Scary how ready I would be to just let him whisk me away.

He's so good at this, validating, hinting. Making you feel safe. I'd walk off the cliff and smile.

Locked Out of Heaven 4

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, power imbalance, age gap, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: Your father invites a work friend to the neighbourhood barbecue.

Characters: Nick Fowler (Dad’s friend trope)

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The leaves rustle as you watch a squirrel scale the branch. The moment of peace gives you time to catch your breath. Even so, your head is still spinning. If your dad knew you were here...

You swallow tightly at that thought. Why didn't you think of that sooner? He'll be upset you're not studying. Or that you didn't turn the dishwasher on. Oh no.

"Why so down, princess? You miss me?" Nick comes up the steps of the gazebo.

You look up and wipe away your worry. You have bigger concerns. Like him and the way he makes your insides gooey.

"Sour cherry," he holds out a cone. You lean forward on the bench and thank him. You take it carefully.

He sits next to you with his cone, his thigh touching yours. You eye the scoop of gelato. You swipe over it with your tongue. Mm. That's different.

"Good?" Nick asks.

"Oh, yum," you force a smile. "Yours."

"Let's see," he focuses on the gelato. He sticks his tongue out, spreading it wide, and drags it over the round scoop. He hums and licks his lips. "Delicious."

Your gaze clings to his lips. You tear your eyes away and stare at your own cone. You flick your tongue against it, taking small licks as you watch the grass ripple.

"This is nice. Peaceful," he comments. "I like this."

"Yeah, er, it's...good," you utter.

"Woah, hey, princess, look at me," he says.

You flinch and do as he says. You look at him as his cheek dimples and his lips slant. He reaches to trace his thumb above your top lip down to the corner.

"Making a mess," he pulls back and licks clean his thumb. "Mmm, tart."

Your breath rushes out as you gape senselessly. Did he really just do that? You snap your mouth shut and slowly suck in air through your nose.

"Wanna try some of mine?" He offers.

You look at the pale yellow gelato then his bold blue eyes. You bat your lashes and rub your lips together. You can still feel his thumb there. An image flashes in your mind as you bit the tip of your tongue. You imagine him pushing his thumb into your mouth. Oh god.

"I don't mind. Come on." He tilts the cone toward you.

You can't speak. You want to say no. You should say no. Yet, you really want to do everything he tells you too. Why?

You lean forward and cautiously lick the cone. He watches you intently. Your cheeks burn as you taste the melting cream. You sit back and cover your mouth.

"Very good. Sweet," you say.

"I like sweet things," he purrs.

"Uh... me too."

He leans back against the gazebo railing, resting his elbow over it. He spreads his knees wide as he stretches his arm behind you. He continues to lap at the cone lazily. He pops his lips and tickles along the back of your arm.

"Princess, I got some bad news." He says.

You sit up straight, prickling with anxiety. Stop looking at his chest. It's just that necklace catch your eye, right?

"Bad news?"

"Ha, sorry, I didn't mean to scare ya. You know, I thought you should have my number just 'cause..." he sighs and ways his knee back and forth. "I gotta go away. It's work. They put me up in a hotel and I gotta send back reports." He scoffs. "Gets real lonely. So if I send you a text or two, can you answer me?"

"Oh uh, sure," you shrug. "Okay."

"Ah, sweetheart, that'll be amazing." He pets your arm. "I think I'll miss you. You gonna miss me?"

You raise a brow. You barely know him, really. You hide your mouth behind the cone. You look around.

"No?" He wonders.

"I... I guess. I'm sorry. I guess... well, yeah."

"Yeah? Good," he drawls. "Pretty princess waiting for me. That's something to work for."

"Uh huh," you gulp and press your lips to the cone without thinking. You cringe and pull back, licking clean your lips. You catch him staring at your tongue.

"Mm, mm," he hums and sits forward, bringing his arm across your shoulders. He pulls you closer. You could melt like the gelato dripping down your knuckles. "You do me one more favour, princess." You nod as you try not to choke. "Don't tell dad about this, alright? We both know he's a hard ass. We're just having some fun, aren't we? Getting ice cream, getting to know each other. Nothing wrong with that." He grips your bare shoulder. "Can you keep this our little secret?"

You turn the cone. You bring it closer and hover it just in front of your lips. "Yes, I won't tell."

"Good girl," he cooes as he keeps his arm around you. "I know you wouldn't lie to me."

💜

Your dad gets home at his usual time. You're where you should be, studying at the dining room table. You always move there before he gets back. He gets mad when you have all your clutter on the couch.

He grumbles at you and hollers for Austin to get downstairs. You lean your pencil on your lip and for a moment, it's more than just plastic; it's Nick's thumb brushing the soft skin. You sit up straight as the voices draw you back to reality.

Sometimes, it feels like you're just another piece of furniture. Your dad barely says hello. Austin isn't much better. When he does talk to you, he calls you brainiac or something worse. If only your dad knew he was paying a junior to do his schoolwork. It doesn't really matter anyway. As long as he stays on the team.

You close your books and stack them under your laptop. You head into the kitchen to get dinner started. You don't do much. You put the prepackaged sides and meat in the oven. Your dad never cooked so he never taught you. He just ordered from a catering company. It's expensive but if it's anything he enjoys, he never cheaps out.

You lean in the corner of the counter. You're restless. You keep expecting your dad to storm in. To accuse you of lying. He doesn't.

Him and Austin enter the kitchen but don't even notice you on their way to the deck. The door shuts and you check the timer on the stove. You're not very hungry. You're nervous. There's so many uncertainties. Will your dad find out? Will Nick message? Is this anything or just a game? Better yet, is it all in your head?

💜

You yawn and nestle down into the pillows. Your lab is early in the morning. You'll need to be rested up. You're exhausted yet wide awake. You just haven't been able to settle.

You close your eyes and try to make your body relax. As you do, you stretch your arms to the sides, fingertips at the edge of the mattress. You feel tiny in the bed. Alone.

Your phone vibrates as if on cue. Before you can let him invade your mind, Nick texts. You hesitate before you unlock the phone. The conversation pops up. Shoot, he'll know you read it.

'Hey princess. Got where I need to be. Bed time?'

You chew your lip. You can't figure out how to answer. You type and backspace so many times. You hope he isn't watching those three dots.

'Just laying in bed. Glad you're safe.' That's fine, right? Nothing weird.

'Big room. Far away. Location is confidential but nice. Am I keeping you up?'

'No. Can't sleep.'

You hit send and stare. Ugh. You should say more but you really don't know what to say.

That worry quickly turns to fright. You sit up as you hit the volume button to hush the ringer. He's video calling. Oh no.

You answer just to stop the vibration. You see the rectangle in the corner, your silhouette lit by the glow of the phone. The rest of the screen is taken up by Nick.

"Hey, I can't see you, princess."

You squeak. You twist around and reach for the lamp. You turn it on and sit back.

"Sorry," you speak softly. "Had the lights off."

"That's alright, princess. Just wanted to see that pretty face." He smirks.

"Oh..." you see your own smile in the corner and want to hide. You're so stupid.

"Lonely here. Just me. Observation mission. Real scintillating stuff."

"Really?"

"Nah.Not really." He tilts his head. "How about I show you the room?"

"If you want," you tense and look above your phone, listening intently to the hallway.

"You're quiet, princess. I can barely hear you."

"Yeah, er... sorry, I don't wanna wake anyone up." You say. You know you won't, everyone else is still awake. You just don't want them to hear you.

"So caring," he praises. "Here, let me flip this."

Suddenly, the image switches as the lens view changes. You see the suite. It's nice. The furniture is modern. A round poof to match the geometric pillows on the couch and the square chair. The decor is the sort of upscale that is almost uncomfortable.

"It looks nice," you whisper.

"Yeah, baby?" He walks around. "Got a bar..." he goes to the glass bartop. "Mini fridge," he shows you the transparent door and all the bottles. "Lots...." he aims at the shelves of glasses. "But no one to share it with."

He walks along the balcony doors that look onto a sparkling skyline then back to the room. He approaches an open door and goes through. He shows you the bedroom. It's just as big as the other room. The bed is neatly made in all white and a large circle mirror hangs behind it, reflecting the rest of the space and something more...

You cover your mouth as your eyes round. "It's a nice bed, huh? Haven't tested it out yet. I'm restless."

"Uh huh," you murmur behind your fingers as you stare at the mirror.

He's in nothing but his boxers. You can see his naked torso and legs. He's slightly obscured by the distance and bed, but you can't look away. His muscles are thick and carved out perfectly.

"You okay?" He asks.

"Nick..."

"Princess," he counters.

"I..."

"Go on, princess."

"I can... see you."

He clucks and flips the camera back to his face. He chuckles. "You like what you see?"

You blink. You open your mouth then shut it. You try again. You have no words.

"I work out so... I hope so," he says.

Silence. Still.

You're dumb. You're lame. And he knows it. You can't even speak because he's the first man ever you've seen like that. And the hottest one.

"Well... you saw me, how about you let me see what you got on?" He purrs.

You cough. "Huh? Er?"

"Come on. Unless... you're not naked, are you?"

You gasp and tug at your collar, visible in the lower part of the frame. He laughs again.

"Teasing. Come on, baby. I'm so far away. I miss you."

"Miss me?" You gulp.

"Sure. I think I've been pretty damn obvious." His face turns serious and you can see the movement around him. He sits. "Sweetheart, I could get in a lot of trouble for it. For just saying so, but I'm really into you. You know that right? You probably see right through me, huh?"

You stare. You look at yourself in the corner. You look terrified. You are terrified. Your heart is thumping so loud.

"If you're not into it, you can just end the call right now." It's hard to tell where he's looking but you just know he's watching you. Waiting.

"I...I'm just... surprised," you croak.

"Surprised? By what?"

"That... that... you... you're saying you like me?"

HIs mouth slants, "baby, I more than like you."

Your brows rise and your head pulses dizzily. Woah.

"You okay?"

"Good," you eke out. "I'm... I..."

"So... can I see your jammies?" He asks,

The question helps you focus. You let out a droning 'uh' as you look down at yourself. You glance at him again.

"Once sec."

You get up on your knees then lean on one hand. You put the phone against the foot board and back up. You angle to get yourself in frame. You feel so strange. It's nothing special. Striped linen pajamas; a button-up tee and pants.

He hums. "You look good, princess. Cozy."

You scramble to grab the phone again, "I do?"

"Sure. I think you'd look even better in something... silkier. It's so hot out. I'm sure a cute little night gown would be much better."

"Oh, maybe."

"Something... pink? I think you'd look good in satin."

"You... do?"

"Well, I think a lot of things about you. I can't lie about that," he lays back and holds his phone by his stomach so you can see his chest. Your eyes threaten to roll back. You feel faint. "I keep thinking about how much room there is in this bed. How nice it'd be to have you next to me."

"Oh?"

"Oh," he echoes coyly. "What do you think? You like that idea? Get all nice and cuddly together?"

"Sure," you breathe. "That's... that's... nice."

"It's damn near perfect," he sighs as your eyes stray to his chest hair. Something about the curls makes your thighs clench. "Right now, just talking to you like this, that's close enough."

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 17 days ago

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Ooo can I please request a soft dark Nick Fowler & soft dark Lloyd Hansen x fem!shy reader where Y/n is Six’s younger sister and she grew up in foster care when he was in jail, and her foster sister she was close to was Mace. Nick takes Y/n as a hostage to get Mace to give him the drive (she’d be terrified). He locks her in her room and but then she’s taken AGAIN but from Nick’s home when Lloyd Hansen breaks in and kicks the bedroom door down in and literally wraps his arms around her and drags her out of Nick’s home (so he took the hostage, hostage😵‍💫 Poor girl is even more terrified) Poor woman is like, “Wait I was already taken?? This is happening AGAIN??” Lloyd takes her hostage because he wants Six to give him HIS drive and takes her to his mansion. Lmao then Nick takes his private plane straight to where Lloyd lives and tries to take her back, Y/n is just like “😵‍💫” Imagine she’s just so done and is like “Can you BOYS please make up your mind on whose hostage I am???” And when they both immediately stop bickering and whip their heads over to Y/n, she just squeaks out a shy “I’m sorry” for her outburst 😂 They’d definitely want the drives but still keep Y/n after that. Like they’d come to the conclusion that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to share her and to work together. They now have a common interest, Y/n and the drives! They spoil her so much and get her to feel comfortable around them and she starts to feel really safe and start falling in love with them both. They could tell she was getting less jumpy around them. When Mace and Six come to save her, they find the three of them all snuggled together on the couch, all lovey dovey.

Common Interest » Nick Fowler and Lloyd Hansen

Pairings: Soft Dark!Nick Fowler x Shy!Female Reader x Soft Dark!Lloyd Hansen with Mace and Six

Summary: You get taken hostage by Nick, but you also get taken hostage by Lloyd. That means that have a common interest… you

Warnings: Soft Dark, Angst (Nick and Lloyd), Fluff, language, kidnapping (twice), kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for this beautiful request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckyys-babydoll / divider made by me

GIFS ARE NOT MINE! Gif credits go to the creators.

Nick had his eyes on you all day. So did Lloyd. They were waiting for the perfect time to get their hands on you. That’s when the auction came into play. Lloyd and Nick didn’t go to the auction together. They didn’t even know each other was going to be there. They were only there for two things… you and the drive.

Nick watched as you were talking to Mace. You know Mace through your foster sister. You’re there to help Mace with something. She told you what you’re supposed to do for your part of the plan, but you still weren’t sure about it. When it came time for you to execute your part of the plan, it went perfectly. After that, you went to the bathroom to have a moment to yourself. You’ll admit that you were nervous and scared about your part of the plan, but now that your part is done, you can try to relax and enjoy the rest of the night. A moment later, you walked out of the bathroom, only for someone to grab your arm and lead you out of the building.

“Stay calm and do as you’re told.” Nick whispers in your ear.

Lloyd watches closely as Nick led you to a black SUV. You got in the backseat and so did Nick.

“Follow that car.” Lloyd says to his driver.

His driver nodded and followed the car you and Nick are in.

“Where- Where are you taking me?” You asked in a shaky voice.

“You’ll find out in a little bit, Y/N.” Nick says.

You frowned. How does this man know your name?

“How- How do you know my name?” You asked.

“I did my research on you. You’re friends with Mace.” He says.

“Actually, Mace is my foster sister’s friend. Her and I barely know each other.” You politely corrected him.

“Close enough.” He says.

Nick still didn’t tell you where he was taking you. You saw a nice house when you guys came to a stop. You just didn’t know it was Nick’s house in the moment.

“Who’s house is this?” You asked as you got out of the car.

“Mine.” Nick answers.

Nick held onto your arm so you didn’t try to escape as he lead you inside of his house. He took you upstairs to an empty bedroom that had a nicely made bed in it. Little did you know that Nick is going to keep you locked in that bedroom.

“My name is Nick Fowler and the reason why I brought you here is because you have something that I want.” He says.

You frowned in confusion. What do you have that he wants?

“Where’s the drive?” Nick asks softly.

“What drive?” You asked in total confusion.

“You know what I’m talking about, sweetheart.” He says.

“No- No I don’t.” You answered.

“Yes you do. Mace told you about it.” He says.

“She told me about it, but- but she didn’t tell me where it is.” You tell him honestly.

Nick hums to himself.

“I have some calls to make and business to take care of.” Nick says, taking his phone out of his pocket.

Nick walked out of the bedroom, closing and locking the door behind him. Your eyes went wide when you realized that he locked the door from the other side. You walked over to the door and started yanking on the doorknob.

“Why are you doing this?!” You asked loudly.

You were expecting Nick to answer you, but he didn’t. You don’t even know if he’s still in the house. You might as well relax if you’re going to be here a while. You sighed and walked over to the bed and sat down. You looked over at the nightstand and seen a few books. You grabbed one and started reading it.

———

A few hours go by and Nick still has you locked in the bedroom. He hasn’t came back either. You already finished reading one book and now you’re on the second one. You jumped when you heard the doorknob jiggling. You put the book down on the nightstand and stared at the door. Then it opened. You were expecting Nick to walk in the room, but it wasn’t him. It was someone else.

“Hello, sunshine.” Lloyd grins. “I’m Lloyd Hansen of Hansen Government Services. You’re Y/N, right?” He says.

“Umm- yes?” You answered like a question.

“Great.” He says.

Lloyd walked over to you and grabbed onto your arm, pulling you up from the bed and lead you out of the bedroom. He led you outside to a black SUV. A different SUV from Nick’s.

“Wait, I was already taken? This is happening again?” You asked.

“Yep.” Lloyd replies.

You were scared, but more confused. Why are you being taken hostage by two different men in the same night?

“What- What about Nick?” You curiously asked.

“I couldn’t care less about Fowler.” Lloyd says.

“If you don’t care about him, why you taking me hostage?” You asked curiously.

“You have information I want.” He says.

Now you’re even more confused. What kind of information does this man want? You would ask what kind of information he’s looking for, but it would just confuse you even more than you already are.

“Your older brother is Court Gentry, right?” Lloyd asks.

“I-I don’t see what my brother has to do with you taking me hostage.” You say.

“He has something I want.” He says.

“I wouldn’t know what that would be.” You answered honestly. “I haven’t- I haven’t seen my brother in years. I was put in the foster care system after he went to jail.” You say.

“That’s where you’re wrong, pumpkin.” He says.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“Your brother isn’t in jail as of right now.” Lloyd tells you.

“Wh-What? How?” You asked, your eyes going wide.

“That’s not important right now. What is important is…” He leans forward, putting his elbows on his knees. “Where’s the drive?” He asks.

Here we go again with the stupid drive.

“I-I already told Nick that Mace never told me about a drive.” You say.

“I don’t know who Mace is. I don’t know what drive Fowler is looking for.” Lloyd says.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You say, which is true.

When the car stopped in front of Lloyd’s mansion, Lloyd lead you inside. You two were met by Nick as soon as Lloyd opened the door.

“I was wondering where you went, sweetheart.” Nick says, looking at you.

You stayed quiet, not sure what to say.

“You’re trespassing, Fowler.” Lloyd says.

“I can say the same thing about you, Hansen.” Nick says.

“She has information I want.” Lloyd says.

“Same here.” Nick says.

“Umm- for the record, I don’t know what either of you are talking about.” You chimed in.

“Be a good girl and sit down on the stairs.” Lloyd says.

You walked over to the stairs and sat down, looking at Nick and Lloyd. You watched and listened as they began to bicker. It’s safe to say that Nick and Lloyd don’t like each other. To be honest, you were done with them bickering and being taken twice in one night.

“Can you BOYS please make up your mind on who’s hostage I am?” You blurted out.

Nick and Lloyd stopped bickering long enough to look over at you.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized in a shy mumble.

Nick and Lloyd talked it out. They both have two common interests… you and the drives. Both of them came to a conclusion of keeping you for themselves.

———

After coming to the conclusion of keep you for themselves. Besides the drives, you’re the only other thing Nick and Lloyd have in common. It’s been a few dates since they decided to keep you for themselves. They’ve been spoiling you with clothes, jewelry, etc. They’ve also been keeping you safe and comfortable.

Little do the three of you know that Mace and Six teamed up to save you. Even though, they barely know each other, they also have something in common and that’s you. Mace and Six found a way inside of Lloyd’s mansion without getting caught. They entered his mansion cautiously, holding their guns in front of them. They were hit with so much confusion when they walked in the living room to see you cuddled up in between Nick and Lloyd.

“What the hell is going on here?” Six asks.

You looked up to see your brother. You smiled and ran over to him and gave him a hug. Six hugs you back.

“I missed you.” You say.

“I missed you too.” Six says. “Are you ok? Did they hurt you?” He whispers.

You opened your mouth to answer him, but Lloyd answered for you.

“She’s fine.” Lloyd says.

“We’d like to hear that from her.” Mace says.

“I’m fine. They didn’t hurt me.” You tell them.

“You know you can tell us.” Mace says lowly.

“She said she’s fine.” Nick says.

“My sister can speak for herself, man.” Six says.

“It’s ok, Court.” You say softly.

Meanwhile, Nick was having a stare off with Mace and Lloyd was having a stare off with Six.

“Where’s the drive?” Nick asks Mace.

“Give us Y/N and I’ll give you the drive.” Mace negotiates.

“You should know that negotiations are off the table.” Lloyd says.

You watched as Mace and Six tried to negotiate with Nick and Lloyd, but nothing was working. You knew this was going to end badly if you didn’t try to stop the four of them.

“Just give them the drives!” You blurted out.

The four of them stopped arguing and looked at you.

“You guys both know they’re not going to stop if you guys don’t give them what they want. Give them the drives and leave me here.” You say.

“We’re not leaving you here with them, Y/N.” Mace says.

“They can have the drives, but you’re coming home with me.” Six says.

“She’s not going anywhere.” Nick says.

“Guys, please.” You pleaded, your eyes tearing up.

Normally, Mace and Six don’t give up this easily. They just want you to be happy. That’s all they care about.

“Ok. Fine.” Six says.

Six pulled the drive out of his pocket and gave it to Lloyd. Mace didn’t give Nick the drive he wants. She just stared him down again.

“Give Fowler the drive, Mace.” Six says.

“You can’t be serious, Six.” Mace says.

“Unfortunately, I am. If being with them makes my little sister happy, we have to do this.” He says.

“Fine.” She mumbles.

Mace got the drive out of her pocket and gave it to Nick.

“Are you sure this is what you want, Y/N?” Mace asks softly.

“Yes.” You answered softly.

Mace walked over to you and gave you a hug. So did Six.

“Just know, me and Mace are one call away, ok?” Six says softly.

“Ok.” You whispered.

“I love you, sis.” He says.

“I love you too, Court.” You say.

Six approaches Nick and Lloyd.

“If either of you do anything to hurt my little sister, I won’t hesitate to beat your asses.” Six says.

“We’re not going to hurt her, Six.” Lloyd says.

“We’re not that cruel.” Nick says.

“I just want to make sure we’re all on the same page.” Six says.

Mace and Six gave you one last look before leaving. You let out a shaky breath. Nick and Lloyd walked up beside you and wrapped their arms around your waist.

“You’ll be fine here with us.” Lloyd says.

“I know.” You sighed.

“Just trust us.” Nick says.

“Ok.” You whispered. “I love you guys.” You say, standing on your tippy toes to kiss their lips.

“We love you too.” They say softly in union.

-Bucky’s Doll

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witchywithwhiskey · 1 year ago

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nick fowler + "no more, please, I can't"

optional scenario: the rites of spring

a delicious end to a delightful spring day

pairing: ceo!fiancé!nick fowler x female reader

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, oral sex (m receiving), brief/referenced piv sex, lingerie, strip tease, light bdsm, dirty talk, praise kink, pet names (prințesa), tiny bit of bratting, mostly just nick spoiling his prințesa—and her showing him how much she appreciates him

word count: 1,700ish

a/n: ahh thank you for sending in something for Nick, Aspen, you were the only one!! also i feel a little bad that i keep ignoring your optional additions but i did it again 🙈 but i think you'll like CEO fiancé Nick Fowler, he's very dreamy 😏 anyway, hope you enjoy!!! ♡♡♡

“No more, please, I can’t,” you whined, digging in your heels on the sidewalk of New York City, dragging your fiancé Nick Fowler to a stop outside yet another boutique clothing store. He turned to you, settling his hands on your waist and gathering you up against his broad chest while he smiled down at you indulgently.

A lovely spring breeze was blowing through the cherry blossom trees that lined the elegant street of the Upper West Side, but your feet were aching from walking so much during the shopping trip Nick had insisted on—he’d wanted to spoil you rotten, as he’d said. But Nick’s Bentley was already stuffed full of bags filled with all kinds of clothes he’d purchased for you, and you wanted to be done.

So you pouted up at your fiancé, your fingers twisting in the soft cashmere of his sweater. “Can we go home, sir?” you asked sweetly, trying to keep the whine out of your voice and failing miserably.

Nick chuckled a little at your tone, then ducked down and pressed a firm kiss to your pouting lips. The gesture was enough to make you smile, and his words made you sigh with relief when he said, “Just one more stop, prințesa, then we’ll go home.”

Your fiancé waited for you to nod before lacing his fingers with yours and towing you into the clothing store, which you discovered specialized in extremely expensive lingerie. All of the pieces looked like works of art, shaped from lace and ribbon and silk. You could hardly imagine owning any of the matching sets, let alone more than one.

But Nick wasn’t just one of the top CEOs in New York City—he was renowned across the globe for his business acumen and was one of the richest men in the country. So it was of little consequence to him to hand over his black Amex in exchange for a half dozen of the shop’s matching sets, all of them in your favorite colors.

You were a little dazed—part from shock and part from exhaustion—so you didn’t protest when one of the saleswomen stole you away from Nick while he was paying the bill. She led you into the changing room where the prettiest pink lacy bustier you’d ever seen, along with a matching thong, were hung up for you.

The saleswoman relayed instructions from Nick that he wanted you to change into the lingerie and put your clothes back on before meeting him outside. As quickly as you could manage, you did as she said, then walked quickly to the front of the store, eager for the shopping trip to be over.

Nick stood on the sidewalk, his hands in the pockets of his slacks while he waited for you, the bags from the shop already loaded into his Bentley, which was parked nearby. You stood and appreciated his handsomeness for a moment, the rugged cut of his jaw, the soft curve of his lips, the bright blue of his eyes.

But then he caught sight of you, and you were stunned all over again by the sheer amount of love and adoration that emanated from the powerful businessman when he looked at you. It made your heart soar in your chest and a giddy smile spread across your face.

“Ready to go, prințesa?” Nick asked, reaching his hand out to you, waiting for you to take it.

“Yes, sir,” you chirped, the tiredness and brattiness you’d felt dissolving as you skipped to him, lacing your fingers with his. You pushed up onto your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to Nick’s scruffy cheek, murmuring, “Thank you for everything today,” as you pulled away.

“Do you like your final gift, prințesa?” Nick asked, the hint of a smirk on his lips.

His question made you very aware of the wires and lace of the lingerie pressing into your skin beneath your simple sundress, the bustier pushing up your tits and the thong revealing so much, you could feel the cool spring breeze on your bare ass beneath your skirt. It felt sinful to be wearing such decadent lingerie beneath your clothes, and you couldn’t help but smile up at your fiancé.

“I love it, sir,” you purred, holding onto Nick’s hand and wrapping yourself around his arm as he walked you to the car. Your body warmed as you pressed against his muscled bicep, wanting to rub yourself against your fiancé but knowing the sidewalk in New York City was neither the time nor the place.

“Good,” Nick said, flashing you a grin. You’d arrived at his Bentley, and he opened the passenger door for you, helping you into the seat. It wasn’t until he was settled in the driver’s side, his hand tangling with yours again and holding it in his lap, that he went on. “You’re going to show me how much you appreciate all your gifts once we get home, aren’t you, prințesa?”

A coil of heat bloomed between your thighs at the innuendo in your fiancé’s tone and you squirmed a little in your seat, murmuring, “Yes, sir,” as ideas about how you could show your appreciation spun through your mind. Suddenly, you were even more eager to get home.

Thankfully, the drive outside of the city and into the lush countryside where Nick’s manor was located wasn’t too long, and it was enjoyable. The day was warm enough to put the windows down, and you were so content, you nearly fell asleep in the passenger seat.

However, you were anything but tired when you made it inside the manor and stood just inside the door of the bedroom you shared with your fiancé. Your heart raced with excitement as you slowly stripped off your dress to reveal the pretty pink matching set beneath, making a show of peeling the clothing off your body.

Nick sat reclined in a club chair in the small seating area in the massive bedroom, his head tilted back and his eyelids heavy as he watched you with intense focus. You could feel the heat of his gaze as it drifted down your body, teasing you without touching you.

Stifling a shiver of desire, you dropped your dress onto the carpeted floor, leaving you in only your lingerie and heels. You stood before your fiancé, confident in the knowledge that he loved looking at your body wrapped in lace, and wanting to give him the pleasure of looking at you.

“Give me a spin, prințesa,” Nick rumbled, his voice gruff with arousal. Already, you could see the bulge of his cock in the front of his slacks.

You smirked as you twirled slowly, popping your hips out to make your ass bounce in a way you knew he liked. By the time you’d turned back around to face your fiancé, his blue eyes were dark with the promise of sin.

“C’mere,” he murmured, crooking a finger at you.

Anyone else might think he expected you to walk to him, but you knew your soon-to-be husband’s tastes. So instead of stepping toward him, you lowered yourself to your knees, watching as Nick’s face went slack with lust. Pressing your hands to the carpet, you crawled slowly to your fiancé. You smiled as you felt your hips swaying side to side, loving the way Nick’s eyes seemed glued to your plush ass.

You crawled between Nick’s spread thighs and rubbed your cheek against the bulge in his slacks, looking up at your man from under your lashes.

“May I show you how much I appreciate everything you got me today, sir?” you asked in a pouty little voice, biting back a smile when Nick’s cock twitched against your cheek. You pressed sloppy, open-mouthed kisses to his length through his pants while you waited for his permission.

“Go ahead, prințesa,” Nick rumbled, smoothing his hand over your hair and resting his palm heavily against the crown of your head. His expression was intent with desire as he looked down at you on your knees between his legs.

Eagerly, you unbuttoned and unzipped Nick’s slacks, pulling out his cock and wasting no time before you peppered the stiff length of him in kisses. You delighted in the feeling of him against your lips, the velvety softness of his skin, and the unyielding hardness beneath. Running your tongue up the underside of his cock, you lavished Nick’s cock with your attention until the tip was weeping precum.

“Good girl, prințesa,” Nick rumbled, petting your head affectionately as you worshipped his cock. “Such a good girl—” he cut himself off in a grunt of pleasure when you wrapped your lips around the tip of his dick and licked up his creamy precum. “Mm, I can feel how appreciative you are for all your pretty new clothes.”

Sucking on the head of Nick’s cock, you pulled off until your lips were pressed against the tip and gently spit onto him, letting it roll down his hard length. Looking up at your fiance, you watched his eyes darken even further as you used your drool to get his cock nice and wet.

“Yes, sir,” you murmured breathily, answering his question while you stroked him with your fingers. “I appreciate the springtime shopping trip sooo much.” You shot a wicked grin at Nick, then wrapped your lips around his cock and truly set to work.

You sucked Nick’s cock with abandon, bobbing up and down on his length and kissing every inch of his balls, making him grunt and groan from all pleasure you gave him. For a long while, you drew it out, wanting to show Nick exactly how much you loved and appreciated everything he did for you, and he let you, petting your head and murmuring soft words of praise that only made you want to give him even greater pleasure.

Eventually, though, Nick decided you’d appreciated him enough. He hauled you up into the chair where he sat, pushed your thong aside and slid into your tight, exquisite heat. For the rest of the night, both you and your fiancé showed each other how much you loved and appreciated one another. It was a delicious end to a delightful spring day.

#witchywithwhiskey's springtime fun #nick fowler #nick fowler fanfiction #nick fowler smut #nick fowler x reader #nick fowler x you #sebastian stan #sebastian stan fanfiction #sebastian stan smut #sebastian stan characters #witchywithwhiskeywork #buckets-and-trees

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kamotecue · 2 years ago

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the secret wife ➳ k. gorry

pairing: katrina gorry x reader

summary: it was a match between two secret lovers, australia and sweden were to face off for the bronze medal shattering the dreams of one. swedish!reader

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you were nervous, how can you not be? it was the bronze match against australia, the team your wife plays for. no one knew you were a couple except harper, gorry’s little bundle of joy.

you saw asllani giving you a look, as you sighed. you hardly got nervous, the only time you did was during the wedding, everything went smoothly thankfully.

“nervös, y/n? [nervous, y/n?]” asllani asked, as you gave her a timid smile.

“det är inte som du [it’s not like you].” madga chuckled as you gave her a soft push. they were right, but you knew how important this match was to katrina. she wished to win the world cup as they are one of the co-hosts of this tournament, and deep down you wanted her to win as well.

“det är bara nerverna [it’s just the nerves].” you said, chuckling at the end. you watched as the substitute players made their way to the bench, while you joined the rest in the tunnel.

you saw her give you a soft smile, as you returned it before heading to your spot, behind asllani as you had the number 10.

the next thing you knew it was time to walk out the tunnel, you grabbed your mascot’s hand as you simply swung it from time to time. as you took the starting XI picture, you glanced at the other team and softly smile before heading to your position.

“focus, y/n.” madga said, as you gave her a nod.

so far there has been no goals, until the 30th minute were frido scored the penalty after she went down under the pressure of polkinghorne. you watched as the celebrated, a soft smile on your face.

in the first minute of extra time, you watched as katrina was given a yellow card after she tried to nick the ball from asllani but ended up leaving on the floor. you sighed, you knew it would be a physical game, especially when both teams were desperate to get the medal.

but what you didn’t expect was for asllani to go for the ball, which ended for your wife to fall on the floor and asllani standing above her, making your wife unable to move.

you knew this wouldn’t end well, as katrina got up she shoved your captain. you saw asllani had pushed her, which made you step in. you were in front for katrina, everyone expected you to push her away from asllani but you did the most unexpected thing by pushing asllani back.

you however didn’t expect to get pushed by polkinghorne, causing gorry to push her away.

“vi behöver inte att du får en gul. [we don’t need you to get a yellow.]” you said, as asllani sighed before taking a deep breath.

as the ref signaled for half time, you went ahead of the team and reached the locker room first, taking a seat as you fidgeted with your hands.

you listened to the tactics of your coach, as you’d softly drum the water bottle against your thigh to keep you busy. the game is almost over, australia has a chance to change this whole game around.

then half time was over, you watched as asllani passed the armband to madga who wore it. you took your spot on the midfield, as the game continued.

in the 58th minute, you watched as steph catley sent a cross from the back line. mary fowler made a tap on the ball, sending it past your goal keeper making it 1-1. the australian fans had cheered loudly, there is a chance that they can win it. but their hopes were shattered as asllani made a goal in the 62nd minute.

she drove through the middle, where she slides it for blackstenius who is forced wide by hunt, however she keeps her cool to shake off the australian defender and pick out asllani. she hits the shot from the first time from just outside the box, and australia’s goal keeper mackenzie arnold can’t get enough on it to keep it out. 2-1 to sweden!

you didn’t know how long the game would continue, it was the additional time, but your answers were heard as the whistle had been blown signaling the end of the match. you watched as the matildas crumbled to their feet.

you saw your team ran on the field, joining the huddle as you gave katrina a small smile who returned it, yet it didn’t reach her eyes.

you shook hands with every player, leaving the love of your life last. she wrapped her arms around your waist as she buried her face into the crook of your neck.

“i’m sorry, love. i knew how much it meant to you.” you said, as katrina chuckled. she gave you a tap on your back, as she shook her head.

“don’t apologize love, you were the better team after all.” katrina said, as you gave her a tight hug.

“go and get your medal.” katrina said, as you nodded before joining your team. once the pictures were over, you jogged back to katrina who gave you a soft smile.

“here, love. you also deserve this medal.” you said, as you reached over your neck and put the medal around hers, as she gently shoved you before pulling you into a kiss that caught the attention of both of your teams, the fans and it was a shock.

#katrina gorry #katrina gorry imagine #katrina gorry x reader #auswnt x reader #matildas x reader #woso imagine #woso x reader #woso one shot

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starsofcloud · 1 year ago

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Nick Fowler 💓💓💓

Café for Killers || 1- Lloyd Hansen

Summary: In this café, where people usually enjoy their coffee, after 12 a.m., the actual customers arrive, posing a risk to the temporary owner's life as she works here.

Character: Female Reader x (With multiple characters)

Main Masterlist || support: Ko-fi

Thank you to anyone who gave a like, reblog, and left a comment. It motivated me to write more.

"Thank you for coming!"

You beamed a warm smile at the customers, your eyes crinkling at the corners. With practiced ease, you leaned down and began clearing the remnants of their meal, stacking the used dishes with a practiced clatter.

A few customers offered curt nods of appreciation, their faces etched with the weariness of late nights. They pushed open the heavy window door with a sigh, the clink of the bell announcing their departure.

"This place is a lifesaver," one woman remarked, her voice thick with exhaustion. "Only this cafe open till midnight, and the coffee's delicious on top of that. Easy on the wallet, too."

"Sure is," her friend replied. His gaze drifted towards the back of the house, a flicker of concern crossing your features. "Wonder if the owner's managing some sleep."

"You got a crush on the owner?"** His friend chuckled, her eyes twinkling with amusement.

"N-no, not at all!" he stammered, a blush creeping up his neck. A nervous laugh escaped his lips, sounding a little too high-pitched.

He glanced back at the cafe one last time, the warm glow from your window cutting through the darkness. As he checked his phone, the illuminated screen revealed the time: 12:00 AM.

Twilight Café.

The name fits perfectly, known to students far and wide as a sanctuary for late-night studying sessions and caffeine-fueled study marathons.

But beneath its welcoming exterior lurked something darker that demanded the café stay open until the witching hour.

Behind the welcoming façade of Twilight Café, catering to the late-night needs of college students lies a perilous secret that necessitates its doors staying open until 12 a.m. each night.

This isn't merely about accommodating nocturnal study sessions; there's a far more sinister reason behind the extended hours.

As the temporary owner of Twilight Café, you find yourself grappling with a promise made in haste when your uncle unexpectedly left the business in your hands.

What was meant to be a temporary arrangement—a favor to help him during his recovery from surgery—has turned into a daunting obligation.

Your mother's insistence and your experience as a barista seemed like reason enough to step in and lend a hand. Initially, you didn't mind; there were no ill feelings as you took on the responsibility.

After all, it was family, and supporting your uncle during a difficult time felt like the right thing to do.

However, as days turned into weeks and weeks into months, you began to question the true nature of your uncle's request. The moment he handed you that nondisclosure agreement and insisted you sign away any possibility of backing out until he was fully recovered, a seed of doubt was planted in your mind.

Why the need for such secrecy? What was your uncle hiding behind the guise of a simple café?

Regret gnawed at you as you helped your uncle and he revealed the private room and second storage area.

'Cling.'

The ring from the back door opening echoed through the cafe, signaling that it was past 12:00 a.m.

You swiftly lowered the café's window curtains, dimming the lights to set the atmosphere.

With a mix of trepidation and resignation, you prepared the coffee for the mysterious guests in the private room. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee filled the air as you carefully arranged the cups on the tray, each movement precise yet tinged with nervousness.

With the tray of coffees in hand, you approached the private room, noting the presence of two burly guards stationed at the door. One of them wordlessly opened the door, allowing you entry.

As you stepped into the room, the atmosphere shifted palpably. The customers here were unlike the students and employees.

They are killers, merchants, assassins.

The Twilight Café was made for these types of customers.

They gathered here under the cover of night, their presence starkly contrasted with the usual patrons. Most of the killers who come here want to enjoy coffee since most of them can't sleep, or they need a place to hide, or they want to buy a weapon. But since your uncle is still sick, the weapon store is closed.

Typically, bookings were required for their attendance, allowing you to anticipate the number of guests. Tonight, there were only four individuals, two of whom were regulars.

"Ah, my coffee has arrived. You're a lifesaver, sunshine," came a voice from the table.

It was Lloyd Hansen, a renowned merchant and assassin. The casualness of his tone sent a shiver down your spine.

With a forced smile, you nodded in acknowledgment, your body tense with discomfort. As you set down the tray, you couldn't shake the unease that washed over you, a silent reminder of the dangerous world you found yourself entangled in.

And the other one is Carmichael, his partner in crime, while the other two, you've never seen them before.

You gently placed the coffee cup down, eager to leave the room quickly. Making a small bow, you murmured, "Enjoy your coffee."

"She's really polite. I like her," Lloyd remarked while Carmichael nodded.

You offered a smile in response before swiftly exiting the room.

Returning to the front of the café, the atmosphere felt lighter and safer. You glanced at your watch, noting that you couldn't leave until 3 a.m., the designated time limit for the killers' stay.

To distract yourself, you turned to watching cooking videos, the only thing that seemed to ease your mind amidst the unsettling environment.

With noise-canceling headphones in place, you blocked out the eerie voices that had plagued you since starting work here.

On your first day, you fainted. There was a fight among the killers, and the private room, once a cozy haven for them, lay in ruins.

However, a cleaning team was swiftly dispatched to address the aftermath. They were hired specifically to handle the grisly task of cleaning up bloodstains—a chilling reminder of the dangerous world you had unwittingly become a part of.

Time passed until you felt a looming shadow behind you. It was Lloyd, standing before you. Your eyes widened, and you fought the urge to scream.

Blood was splattered across his face, his smile only adding to his menacing appearance.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart. I made a mess. Those two didn't agree with me. You know I don't like that," Lloyd explained.

You nodded, unable to find your voice.

Lloyd chuckled at your reaction, finding amusement in your fear, likening you to a cute puppy.

"No worries, I've called the cleaning team," he continued, handing you a white envelope. "Here's the money for the repairs."

Great, you didn't have to enter the private room and witness what had occurred inside.

"Oh," he added, retrieving his wallet and pulling out $100 bills. "Here's a tip for the delicious coffee." He put the money in front of you.

"I'll see you again soon." With a wink, Lloyd left through the backdoor, leaving you to contemplate the surreal encounter.

As soon as he closed the door, you collapsed, overwhelmed. "Oh my god," you muttered under your breath.

‘PING’

Then, a notification pinged from the system, interrupting your relieved moment. Another customer for tomorrow—a killer.

You sighed heavily, frustration building inside you. This is the life of a temporary owner of a café for killers.

Who's going to be the next killer coming to the cafe?

You could decide which character and skills each character possesses.

The character with the most replies and reblogs will be the next customer.

#lloyd hansen x you #lloyd hansen x y/n #lloyd hansen x reader #lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen x you #dark!lloyd hansen x reader #dark!lloyd hansen #soft!dark lloyd hansen x y/n #soft!dark lloyd hansen x reader #soft!dark lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen imagine #nick fowler #nick fowler x you

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thezombieprostitute · 11 months ago

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I was initially just writing this "because" but then @the-slumberparty posted their Emoji Challenge: create something based on the last three emojis you've used. My emojis were 😉😘😏 and it really fit with all of this.

Entirely written on my phone, so apologies for typos!

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Character reactions to "I need kisses!"

Bucky Barnes is immediately on you. Kissing along your shoulder, your neck until finally getting to your lips and going for a deep kiss. After which, he pulls away and, smiling, asks "feeling better?" 😘

Curtis Everett comes up behind you and holds you as he gives you a few kisses on your neck. He follows it up with nuzzling his beard over he kissed you. He doesn't let go or stop nuzzling until you tell him you're doing better. 😘

Hal Carter winks and says with a smile, "that's my specialty." He pulls you in and starts kissing your neck and lips and doesn't stop until you're laughing and trying to push him away. 😉

Jake Jensen immediately grabs you and starts kissing you all over your face making you giggle. When you're laughing too hard to keep still for kisses he pulls away and asks if you need anything else. 😘

Jonathan Pine starts with a kiss to your hand, while making full eye contact. Then he moves to your cheek, and then your lips. He kisses you with that gentle firmness that goes straight to your core. He pulls away, "is there anything else I can do for you?" 😘

Johnny Storm goes right for your lips and makes sure to caress your curves as he does so. He only pulls away when he's sure you're starting to get hot and bothered. 😏

Lee Bodecker smirks and says, "then get your sweet lips over here and let me kiss ya properly." He makes sure to smack your ass as he kisses you, grinning at your squeal. 😏

Lloyd Hansen smirks and says, "only if you take off your panties so I can kiss both sets of lips." Heat rushes to your face but you comply and he gives you a wink before kissing you all over. 😉

Nick Fowler holds your face in both hands and licks his lips before giving you another of those firm kisses that make you weak. He pulls away for only a moment before giving you a gentle kiss. He caresses your cheek and winks, "care for more?" 😉

Ransom Drysdale gives you a kiss on the cheek and goes back to what he was doing. When you pout he gives you a small smile, "I suppose you did use the plural form." He plants a kiss on your other cheek and gives you a soft smile. 😘

Sam Wilson starts kissing you all over your face. You start giggling and he ends up pulling you into the couch with him, his lips never leaving you for long. It quickly escalates to a full make out session, more if you want it to. 😏

Steve Rogers gives you a loving look and starts gently kissing your lips. After a few light kisses, he gradually starts increasing the intensity, not stopping until you're out of breath. 😘

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Let me know what you think! Who did I get right/wrong?

#slumber party #emoji game #kissing #Bucky Barnes #curtis everett #Jake Jensen #hal carter #johnny storm #jonathan pine #lloyd hansen #lee bodecker #Sam Wilson #Steve Rogers #nick fowler #ransom drysdale

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mandoalorian · 2 months ago

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Pleeeeeease Nick Fowler from 355 my beloved <3333 some fluff perhaps? A little possessive even <333

his alone in paris [nick fowler x f!reader]

Synopsis: At a dazzling Parisian gala, you and CIA agent Nick Fowler play newlyweds for a covert mission, but Nick doesn’t like when you have admirers try to pursue you.

Rating/Warnings: 13+ soft Nick/fluff, he’s possessive, suggestive themes and spy related tension, very canon typical I think

W/C: 1200>

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The Parisian ballroom glittered like a jewel box, all crystal chandeliers and golden light bouncing off champagne flutes. You smoothed the silk of your dress, heart hammering as you scanned the crowd. Your first undercover mission as a CIA consultant, and here you were, playing spy at a gala crawling with arms dealers and double agents. But the real anchor keeping you steady was Nick Fowler, your boyfriend, whose hand rested warmly at the small of your back.

“Relax, sweetheart,” Nick murmured, his voice a low hum against your ear. He looked devastating in his tuxedo, dark hair swept back, blue eyes glinting with that mix of mischief and focus that made him so good at this. “You’re doing great. Just follow my lead.”

You nodded, forcing a smile as you adjusted the tiny earpiece hidden beneath your hair. The cover story was simple: you and Nick were a newlywed couple, here to mingle and intercept a flash drive from a target. Easy, except for the part where you felt like a fish out of water, and Nick’s effortless charm made every eye in the room gravitate toward him.

Or, as you were starting to notice, toward you.

“Mr. and Mrs. Carter,” a man in a tailored suit greeted, his accent thick as he kissed your hand. Nick’s alias, not yours, but the man’s gaze lingered too long, his smile too warm. “You’re radiant tonight, Mrs. Carter. Your husband is a lucky man.”

Nick’s hand tightened slightly on your waist, a subtle flex of fingers. “Luckiest,” he said smoothly, his smile sharp enough to cut glass. “But I don’t share my good fortune.”

The man chuckled, backing off, and you glanced at Nick, catching the flicker of something possessive in his eyes. Not angry, not controlling—just a quiet intensity, like he was staking a claim no one else could touch. It sent a shiver through you, not from fear, but from the way he made you feel like the only person in this crowded room.

As the night wore on, you worked the gala, Nick guiding you with whispered instructions: laugh at that joke, lean in when the target speaks, slip the tracker into his pocket. You were good at this, better than you expected, and Nick’s pride shone in the way he brushed his thumb against your hand when no one was looking.

But others were looking. A businessman offered you a dance, his eyes appraising. A diplomat complimented your wit, standing a touch too close. Each time, Nick was there, a step ahead, cutting in with a charming deflection or a casual arm around your shoulders. His touches were soft but deliberate—fingers grazing your neck as he adjusted your necklace, lips brushing your temple as he whispered, “You’re mine, you know that?”

It wasn’t jealousy, not really. It was Nick being Nick—fiercely devoted, like he couldn’t bear the idea of anyone else thinking they had a chance. And honestly? You loved it. Loved how he made you feel like his world, even in the middle of a mission.

The tension peaked when a rival agent—a slick type with a smirk that screamed trouble—“accidentally” bumped into you, his hand lingering on your arm as he apologized. “Careful,” he said, voice dripping with insinuation. “A beauty like you shouldn’t be left unattended.”

Nick materialized like a shadow, his smile all teeth. “She’s not unattended,” he said, voice low and edged with warning. He stepped between you, guiding you away with a hand on your elbow. “You okay?” he asked once you were clear, his eyes searching yours, softer now, almost vulnerable.

“I’m fine,” you assured him, touching his arm. “Just… maybe don’t scare off everyone who talks to me?”

He chuckled, but there was a flicker of something serious beneath it. “Can’t help it,” he admitted. “Seeing them look at you like that—it makes me want to keep you closer.”

You finished the mission, the flash drive secured, and slipped away to a quiet balcony overlooking the Seine. The night air was cool, Paris sparkling below, and you leaned against the railing, catching your breath. Nick joined you, loosening his tie, his usual polish giving way to something rawer.

“You were incredible tonight,” he said, standing close enough that his warmth cut through the chill. “But I hated every second of those guys circling you.”

You turned to him, heart skipping at the intensity in his gaze. “Nick, they didn’t mean anything. You know that.”

“I know.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “It’s not about them. It’s… this life I lead, it’s chaos. Missions, lies, people who’d hurt what’s mine just to get to me. And you—” He stepped closer, cupping your face gently. “You’re the one thing I can’t lose.”

Your breath caught, the weight of his words sinking in. Nick Fowler, the unflappable spy, was laying himself bare, his possessiveness not about control but about fear—of a world where he couldn’t keep you safe.

“You won’t lose me,” you whispered, resting your hands on his chest. “I’m right here.”

He leaned in, kissing you softly, like he was memorizing the moment. His lips were warm, steady, and when he pulled back, his forehead rested against yours. “Good,” he murmured. “Because I’m not letting you out of my sight. Not tonight, not ever.”

You laughed, the sound light in the quiet night. “Deal. But you owe me a real dance, Mr. Carter.”

He grinned, pulling you close as imaginary music filled the air. “Anything for you, Mrs. Carter,” he said, and as you swayed under the stars, Paris fading into the background, it was just you and Nick—his arms around you, his heart yours, possessive and perfect.

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Taglist: @bunnyfella @houseofaegon @notreallythatlost

#sebastian stan #sebastian stan x you #sebastian stan x reader #nick fowler #nick fowler x you #nick fowler x reader #the 355 #imsebastianstan

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moonstruckbirdie · 2 years ago

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OOHHH, I like the nick name petal. And damn the way they went from each other’s throats to joined at the hip, so good. ALSO BRO FANTASTIC WRITING, THIS WAS A PHENOMENAL CHAPTER, and the way you portrayed it was just beautiful. Plus hey, Nick and her weren’t that far from the right answer, she was one ahead, and he was behind. But the most hilarious part was him running from a cat and a chihuahua, just imagining a 8-year old boy running like that made me laugh a lot. BRO, after reading the last line of Eris, I don’t think that she is that demure, she is going to be that surprise element shocking everyone.

Something about it felt like home somehow

Pairing: Mafia!Nick Fowler x Reader

Summary: You were only meant to be a pawn in his kingdom…until he made you queen.

Warnings: Violence, Yandere behavior, Obsessiveness, Possessiveness, Manipulative behavior, Breeding kink, Sexual themes, If you’re not 18+ please, PLEASE, do not interact. Be mindful of the warnings. Let me know if I miss anything.

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Chapter 1

“What are you doing here?” The young Nick looked puzzled to see you. As the future leader of the empire, he had different training and education than the normal child his age. He was homeschooled due to the danger of the outside world. At eight years old, he could speak two languages fluently, and was starting to learn how to write in Chinese. He was also cultured when it came to art and literature. He even had his own instructor for his posture, teaching him how to walk as if he was the prince himself, how to hold himself during luncheon and formal dinner, and how to behave as if he had blue blood running through his veins. His father had declared when he was merely learning how to crawl that no child of him would be mistaken for a barbarian. That being said, he was also being taught how to hold a knife properly, which gun to pick for whatever reason he needed to, and how to protect himself using his own body.

The irony, he thought.

Which brought him to his unanswered question; what were you doing in his training room?

“What is she doing here?” He asked his trainer, Alarick, his eyes never leaving you. The last time he saw you was two weeks ago. He would admit that you looked better now. You looked healthier, the bruises had faded and your bones were no longer protruding dangerously. Yet, you looked angrier than before.

He noticed that you were wearing the same training clothes that he was wearing. Your hair was in a ponytail, baring your irate face at him.

“She’s going to be training with you from now on,” Alarick stated as he looked at the two children in front of him with an amused smirk. He could already feel the headache coming. See, Nick was an only child. And although his father was an authoritarian through and through, his beloved mother gave him everything his heart desired. His father was hard on him in total opposite of his mother. Nick had almost non-existent friends, saved for Theodore’s only daughter, the beautiful Eris. He was surrounded by adults all his life and he never knew how to act like a child his age.

And thus, he never knew how to share.

“Why? She’s only going to slow us down-“

“Don’t act tough, tiny child. I saw you ran away from your family dog just minutes ago,” you sneered at him. You really did see him and it was comical seeing him ran away for his life from a chihuahua.

You wouldn’t have brought it up if he hadn’t tried his little act. Perhaps, it was your time on the streets that made you not take anyone’s shit. You had to be tough, or else they would eat you alive. You had survived just fine then, you would survive even better now.

You would bleed first before anyone could ever lay their hands on you. Not even this little, brat boy standing in front of you could hurt you.

“Wh-what? No I didn’t!” Nick sputtered, his cheeks reddening from embarrassment. “He was chasing me!”

You nodded, your expression bored. “Okay. I also definitely didn’t see you running away from the cat yesterday.”

Nick’s relationship with you was bumpy and shaky at first. It didn’t help his little pride that you kept beating him at practice combat. You never held back your punches, your fists and legs were precise that it angered him enough to ask you after training the reason why.

“What are they feeding you over at Theodore’s?! Why are you SO. FREAKING. STRONG?” He bellowed at your seated form on the floor. It was almost a month since the two of you started, and yet he never managed to beat you. Not even once.

You watched him as you drank from your water bottle. You found him amusing, although your face betrayed none of your emotions. He was huffing in front of you, his small hands balled into a fist.

“I’m angry,” you answered him nonchalantly, watching him become confused with your response.

“What?”

“I’m strong because I have too much anger in me,” you explained to him slowly. And you truly believed that. How else would you explain the burning pain in your heart every night? How else would you explain why you couldn’t breathe each night?

Nick blinked at you slowly, processing what you said before sitting beside you. “Are you angry because of the bad kids who hurt you before?”

You shrugged your dainty shoulders. “Partly.”

“And the other part?”

“I miss my mom.”

“Where is she?” Nick ask in confusion. If you missed her so much, why did you not go to her? In his young mind, the solution was simple. Whenever he wanted his mother’s attention, he would simply go to her. Why couldn’t you? “Why don’t you go to her?”

You turned to look at him, your voice empty as you said, “Because she’s dead.”

He realized that he disliked the hollowness he found in your eyes. In his world, what he wanted, he often got. He knew he couldn’t do anything about your mother. He couldn’t bring her back. But the other thing that angered you, he could do something about it.

He would do something about it.

He did something about it.

Because came the next training, he showed up sporting a busted lip with a satisfied smirk on his face. When you asked him about it, he told you that they couldn’t hurt you anymore.

That night, you slept without any terrifying nightmares.

That night also changed the dynamics between the you and Nick. Of course, the two of you did not train the whole time. There were days when he would hang out with you on the grounds, basking on the warmth of the sun. Whenever Eris was done with her endless classes similar to Nick’s, she would join the two of you. You liked her, you decided once you got to know her better. She was softer than you and Nick. Eris’ voice was like a melody, and her smile was like the sun. She didn’t treat you as though you were below her. Truthfully, she treated you like her own sister.

Yet, you knew you weren’t there to be her sister. You were brought here to protect her, to be her shadow, to take a bullet for her. That was precisely why you were training with the mafia heir himself.

“I swear, you two are like joined to the hip or something,” Eris teased as she sat down on the grass. She was like a princess with her long hair and dress tucked demurely underneath her.

“He’s the clingy one,” you mumbled from your nap, your arm blocking the sun.

“She’s the clingier one,” Nick shot back before flashing his signature smile to Eris. “How’s your classes, princess?”

Eris rolled her eyes, “They’re endless. I wish I could hang out with the two of you.”

“They’re the worst, right?”

She nodded sadly before she looked at the two of you. “But I do like the power knowledge gives me,” she stated before looking thoughtful. “If you aren’t to be the leader, what would you want to be when you grow up?”

Nick grinned before answering smugly, “With my looks, I can be a model.”

“You can’t,” you protested sleepily. “You’re small.”

“I’m only eight! Mother said I’ll still grow taller! JUST YOU WAIT! I’LL BE TALLER THAN YOU!”

You couldn’t help but laugh at him. It was the highlight of your day whenever you saw him annoyed. He was easy to irate. It was true, though. You were taller in comparison to Nick and Eris precisely because you were older than them by two years.

“Sure, you will, tiny kid.”

You flashed him your smile before chuckling with Eris. Nick’s cheeks were red with embarrassment and annoyance.

“I really will! And by then you cannot and must not call me tiny!”

“Okay,” you answered with smile on your face.

He huffed and looked at you with indignation. “Fine. If I won’t be a model, I’ll be an engineer.”

You finally sat up before stretching your limbs, “You’re bad at math, though.”

“Really?! Then are you good at math? What’s 7 plus 87, then?!”

“95!” You answered confidently.

“It’s 93!”

Eris watched the two of you with disbelief in her face. “You’re both bad at math. It’s 94,” she corrected the two of you with deadpanned voice.

You both looked at her, blinking owlishly before you counted using your fingers.

“What about you? What do you want to be when you grow up Y/N?”

Your eyes twinkled, “Florist.”

“Really?” Nick asked in disbelief. You, the strong yet bad at math friend of his, wanted to become a florist?

“Yes. I wanna arrange flowers and own a shop and sell them and become rich.”

“If that’s the case, we’ll be your first customers,” Eris pronounced, fully believing in your dreams.

“From now on, I’ll call you petal,” Nick chuckled teasingly, he couldn’t yet wrap his head at the fact that you wanted to do that. He couldn’t imagine you doing that, to be honest. It was so far from your strong personality.

“No. Do not call me that!”

“Too late, petal!”

“I will beat your ass, you midget-“

Nick turned to Eris, fully ignoring you. “What about you, princess? What’s your dream?”

“My dream?” Eris repeated before looking at the sky with a sweet smile on her face. “My dream is to rule the world,” she said softly.

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