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[thezombieprostitute]

Changing Minds - Part 8

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

Word Count: ~2.5k

Warnings: Mild violence and mentions of blood. Please let me know if I missed any.

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

Part 7 -- Epilogue

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The day of the Tea Party you hold Nick’s hand as much as you can in the car. While it’s impossible to really have a plan for what’s going to happen, you’ve talked through some plans for what to do if things go bad. Nick made sure you memorized the directions to the nearby Cairo Hotel and to ask for the manager, Jonathan Pine. As a fail-safe Nick had reserved a room under both of your names.

Nick parks the car but stops you from getting out. He gently holds your chin and, eyes full of worry, he pleads, “promise me, if anything happens, you’ll get out. Don’t stop or try to help me. You just get the hell out of there.”

“It wouldn’t look good if your girlfriend just bolted,” you argue.

“If things go south there’s gonna be a lot of chaos and a lot of things could go bad,” he asserts. “You run to the hotel. I’ll do better if I know you’re safe. Please.”

“I can’t promise that, Nick,” you object. “Believe it or not, I do actually care about you and don’t want you killed because I decided to provoke him.” Nick’s eyes widen at your confession so you continue, “it’s not romantic care. Not right now. But we’ve been friendly for so long, I can’t say it wouldn’t hurt to lose you.”

“Thank you for that,” he whispers. “But I can’t let you go to this party unless you promise me you’ll take care of yourself first.”

“Fine,” you acquiesce. “But I get to decide what taking care of myself first looks like.”

“I suppose that’ll have to do,” he smiles softly. “You can be so delightfully stubborn.”

Part of you wants to believe he is interested in being more than just friends. That his words are heartfelt compliments. You brush those thoughts away and mumble, “let’s just get this over with.”

You’re a little disappointed that the rooftop garden is so much a garden as it is a rooftop lawn. There aren’t any plants aside from grass and some plain green bushes that have been trimmed into neat, orderly box shapes. The only color is provided by the pink tablecloths that adorn the few designated eating areas. It makes you wonder if your dress is out of place and too colorful for the occasion. 

There were other people already in attendance. A small group of young ladies posing for their phones, smiling and laughing. A few gentlemen who were clearly dragged along by the young ladies, sitting and grumpily staring at their phones, occasionally discussing whatever it is rich young people discuss. And Clark Kent, directing the catering staff and telling the bartender to not let his nephew have more than two drinks. 

Being the polite guests that you are, you and Nick make sure to tell Clark that you’ve arrived. He plasters on his best fake smile to greet you, not even bothering to look at Nick. 

“Ah, sweet Lady, you brighten this party with your presence,” he schmoozes, taking your hand to kiss it. “Sincerely, I feel out of place with all of these young ones. It’s nice to have someone mature to have a conversation with.”

“Yes, Nick and I do seem to be the only adults on the guest list,” you comment. “Are you hosting this for someone else?”

Clark sighs, “my nephew is trying to impress his girlfriend. Apparently she’s trying to make it big on Instagram, or whatever. He’s hoping attending a party hosted by Clark Kent will be good for her profile and, thus, good for him.”

“Ah,” you smile. “Kids in love are so adorable.”

Clark scoffs, “it isn’t ‘love’ it’s just horny college boy stuff.”

“Oh,” your smile falls. “He told you as such?”

“No, but I remember being that age,” he retorts. “All that’s on his mind is getting laid.”

“I remember being that age as well,” Nick interrupts. “And I remember thinking it was love.”

“And clearly it wasn’t,” Clark rebutted. “Or else you wouldn’t be here with this lovely Lady today.”

“Not all love can be true love,” Nick countered. “But it can still be real. You take the lessons you learn from that love and apply them to the next, in an effort to keep it.” He looks at you, eyes soft, yet steely with determination. “Maybe it’ll even become a true love with time and work.”

“Agree to disagree, I suppose,” Clark rolls his eyes as he smiles. “I’ll believe in love when it actually happens.”

“Given how things worked out for us, I’m inclined to agree with Nick,” you banter. “Sometimes life makes us too cynical, too hard on ourselves, to see real love. I think it’s why I adore when younger people are in love. It’s so cute and pure. But, this is clearly something we’re not all going to agree on so how about we just enjoy the food, drink and company?”

Nick kisses the back of your hand, “my Lady is so very wise.”

“Agreed,” Clark hums. “Feel free to partake of any of the food and drink that interest you. And do let me know how you like it. I need to make sure to leave feedback for the caterer.”

About an hour into the party you find yourself enjoying the company of the younger folk. They’re a lot like the young people you work with and you almost feel like “the cool aunt” with how willing they are to open up to you, how they light up when you ask more about their ideals and dreams. Nick stays with you and follows your lead. He hasn’t seen you so relaxed and happy in a while and he’ll do whatever it takes to keep you that way. 

He also keeps an eye on Clark, who is sulking near the bar. You’d clearly been invited to keep him company but you’re enjoying the company of everyone else. Nick’s lost track of the number of refills Clark’s gotten on his drink but it’s definitely been enough to start affecting him. The casual observer might be fooled but Nick notices the slight tells of Clark being buzzed, closing in on drunk. 

To be honest, though, a drunk Clark Kent isn’t Nick’s primary concern; it’s the Instagram girl constantly taking photos and videos. Nick doesn’t care much for putting his face out in public but the young lady is insistent on getting everyone in view. He’s grateful when you comment about him being painfully camera shy and go out of your way to block his face when you can. 

At least until the Instagram girl tells all of her followers how much fun you are. When that pronouncement comes out everyone hears Clark shout, “she’s supposed to be talking with me! Not you young idiots!” He comes storming over to you and Nick immediately jumps in his way, hands out in a calming, placating manner.

“Mr. Kent,” Nick entreats, “you’ve had a lot to drink today. Please take a breath and consider what–” He’s interrupted by a punch to the face. 

“NICK!” You immediately run to him to see if he’s okay. 

Your scream seems to pierce Clark’s drunken state and he shakes his head trying to clear it. That’s when he sees the phone is still out. Still live-streaming. He looks over to you and Nick and closes the distance to punch Nick again, this time putting him on the ground.

“You did this on purpose,” Clark shouts. “You set me up for ruin with your schemes and plots!”

“Mr. Kent,” you scold, “we are your guests. You invited us here and we’ve been nothing but polite.”

“You should leave,” Clark snarls. You take a step back, startled by the rage in his face. 

Nick is up and grabs your shoulder, pulling you behind him. “He’s right, we should leave.” He keeps between you and Clark as you head towards the stairs to get to the elevator. Once inside you see the blood draining from Nick’s nose and get some things from your purse to try to clean him up. As much as he wants to enjoy your caring touch, he has to keep alert. Especially when the “express” elevator stops early. 

The door opens and a small group of burly men gesture for you to step out with them. Nick looks at you and whispers, “remember the plan.” You nod and Nick throws himself at the small posse. 

You hit the “Close Doors” button and stay out of sight until the doors close. You stay in that spot until the doors open at the lobby and you rush out. Your entire system is on high alert but you have to pretend to be calm as you walk through the lobby. You don’t want to draw attention. Silently you thank Nick for making you memorize the path to the hotel as it becomes the mantra for your brain, keeping you from panicking. 

The Cairo Hotel lobby is immaculate and you do feel a little safer just for being there. You approach the front desk and shakily ask to see Jonathan Pine, the Manager. The woman behind the desk gives you a once over but goes to get him. You keep looking to the hotel entrance, hoping to see Nick, afraid to see Clark. You’re certain Nick is strong and capable; Teach said he’s one of their best security people. It’s why he was called in to protect a witness. You’re still very scared for him, though.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a polite cough from behind the desk. A tall, lean man with blondish brown hair and blue eyes is smiling politely, “you asked for me?”

“Y–yes,” you start, “I was told by Nick Fowler to come and ask for you?”

Mr. Pine’s eyes flicker with recognition at the name, “ah, yes. Mr. Fowler speaks highly of you. Please come with me so we can get you taken care of.”

“Thank you, sir.”

As he begins to lead you away you hear your name being shouted from the hotel entrance. You’re not sure if he followed you or if this place just made sense, but it’s clear Clark is very angry with you.

“You owe me an apology and an explanation,” he shouts as he storms towards you. 

Mr. Pine steps in front of you and calmly tells Clark that he needs to leave. “I will not have a disturbance at my hotel, Mr. Kent. I will especially not tolerate any violence or threats of violence against one of my guests.”

“She’s not a guest,” Clark spits. “She can’t afford a place like this! I’ve seen her pay statements! She’d be lucky to be able to afford a half hour here!”

“She is a registered guest at this hotel, Mr. Kent, and I will not let you threaten her.”

“This is bullshit! I’ve done nothing but be kind to her and she’s ruined my reputation!”

“Your quarrel, legitimate or otherwise, has no bearing here, Mr. Kent. She is a guest, she is under my protection.”

“Oh fuck you,” Clark snaps before throwing a punch at Mr. Pine. Mr. Pine easily dodges, grabs Clark’s arm and maneuvers him into a wristlock, causing Clark to let out a bark of pain.

“Miranda,” Mr. Pine addresses the hotel clerk. “Please escort the Lady to the Cleopatra Suite while I call the police.”

Miranda nods and gestures for you to follow her.

+++++++++

You spend the next hour pacing the hotel room you were brought to. It’s a smaller, windowless suite that makes you think it’s specifically set aside for emergencies. There’s a mini-bar but you have no stomach for food or drink. You’re all nerves and keep pacing as much as you can. You wish Nick were here. It wouldn’t be enough for someone to tell you he’s okay, you need to actually see him, feel him, know he’s still alive. 

The past few weeks have been a tumultuous mess and Nick quickly became your safety net, your safe haven, your reliable partner. You’d started craving his reassuring touch, his comforting whispers in your ear. You swear to yourself that if Nick makes it through this you’re gonna tell him about your feelings. About how you want it to be real. Hopefully he’ll let you down gently. 

A tone from your phone gets you to stop pacing. You find a text from Nick, “about to knock on the door.” Sure enough, there’s a knock. You still make sure to check that it’s him through the peephole, just to be safe. You almost start crying when you see him on the other side of the door.

Flinging the door open you pull Nick inside with you, slam the door shut and pull him in for a kiss. Initially thrown off, he softens into the kiss and holds you tight. When you pull away for a breath you whisper, “you’re okay. I’m so glad you’re okay. Didn’t realize how much I needed you to be okay.”

“Yeah, sweet Lady, I’m okay,” he assures. 

When you pull away again you gasp at how beaten up he looks. He quickly tells you he’s had worse, that he’ll be okay in a few days, but you barely hear him. 

“Have you seen a doctor? Nick, you might have a concussion, or broken bones, or something worse!”

“I needed to make sure you were okay first,” he confesses as he kisses you again. “Couldn’t stand the thought of you being caught.” Another kiss. “Needed to hold you again, just to be sure.” You welcome the kisses and return them with a fervor that encourages Nick to keep going. “Couldn’t go to a doctor until I heard your voice again.”

“I felt the same,” you admit between kisses. “I never want to go through that again. I need you, Nick.”

“Need me?” He gently pulls away from you, eyes searching your face. 

“Yes, Nick,” you breathe. “I’ve always felt safe with you, enjoyed your company and the past few weeks have just cemented that. I want you around. I need your touch, your comforting words and presence. Please.”

“I’ll happily be yours,” he affirms. “And if I wasn’t worried about getting blood on your gorgeous body I’d take you here and now.”

You can’t hold back a small moan at the thought of Nick’s expert lips on other parts of your body and he smiles before wincing at the pain it causes in his split lip. That elicits a small chuckle from you, “we really should get you to a hospital, Nick.”

“Will you hold my hand while they patch me up,” he asks, giving you his best puppy dog eyes. “I’m not a fan of hospitals and could use the comfort of your touch to help keep me calm.”

“Gladly, Nick.”

He kisses the back of your hand, “thank you, my gracious Lady.”

Part 7 -- Epilogue

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[flordeamatista]

THE MAGICIAN

pairing: mafia!lloyd hansen x reader x mafia!nick fowler

concept:  Ecstasy and intense burn fuse together like mirrors falling from the sky.

word count: 2k

warnings: mirror sex + chase kink + double penetration (vaginal and anal), soft dubcon to be safe, mature themes,unprotected sex, nickname ──(Princess, Sunshine) (flashing gif ── glitching gif)

lovely beta: @writing-for-marvel & @lunarbuck

THE WITCHING HOUR ──── KINKTOBER'23

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A gentle breeze of cold, wet air won't make your fears disappear.

Rain continued to pour down, the icy drops searing your skin as you stepped into the abandoned carnival. Gunfire and lightning lit up the sky, a vivid warning that he lurked around every corner.

Your stomach twisted with terror as you pushed open the carnival gates. Your face was soaked in raindrops, and you felt fear rising from your bones. The cold air reminded you that you were alone and fighting for every moment.

With a charcoal sky in the background, the fairground rides spun and creaked, their colors competing with the smoke from gunshots echoing among them. The thrill rides became a roar of chaos as everyone screamed in response to each gunshot.

In the darkness above, fluffy clouds were tinted black, interrupted only by flickering flames that licked up like tongues of fire, illuminating the whole scene in an eerie carnival glow.

A thick, chaotic energy descended over the scene, overwhelming the sense of tension and stillness. It was clear that his anger had reached a boiling point. 

It was all your fault.

His face was contorted in rage as he surveyed his domain, stomping around and smashing anything that dared cross his path.

During his shooting spree, your name was shouted.

Two paths lay before you - one led to safety through the House of Mirrors, and the other led to certain death.

The faint red light shining from ahead made your stomach churn with fear. Darkness filled the air with dread and suffering. While explosions echoed in the distance, you remained indecisive.

Tightly clenching your hands, you took a deep breath before reluctantly stepping forward.

Stepping through the entrance, you removed your jacket. Your senses were overwhelmed by his words running through your mind. Reflections gleamed off the walls as if you were trapped in a time warp. There was a shakiness in your breathing. A wall of mirrors reflected each other in an endless regression of images.

Suddenly, your nose was filled with the unmistakable aromas of a man before his rough hands snatched your waist and pulled you back towards his chest.  

You fell to your knees. His rough hand covered your mouth while he pulled his gun from its holster at his waistband, keeping it cool against your neck. Moving your body left, you tried to squirm away from his gun. When his hands reached your shoulders, he squeezed them and pushed you back down.

“Shhh… Sunshine. What are you doing here?” The gun barrel pressed into your throat as he straddled you, crushing you beneath his full weight. Whistling escaped his lips, but when he took the gun away from your neck, only emptiness followed. His eyes were on your rear end as he groped away from your neck and down to give you a squeeze. “I'm here to help us." He pushed himself off you and offered you his hand, forcing you to look at him directly through his crystal blue eyes. 

Your tears streamed down your face, and you squeezed your eyelids shut. It was exhausting running from him, maybe this was all you had left.

However, you would meet his enemy, and you didn’t not know whether that would be a victory or a defeat.

"Us?” you spat out. It was clear to you who was holding you down, and you also knew that he didn’t play by the rules.

“Yes, Sunshine, because you have things I want from you. And you need me desperately."

Through your lashes, you saw his eyes scan over your body as he wound his gun from your lips to your breasts.

The voice of this man is familiar to you, one who is labeled as a narcissistic sociopath and who is incapable of empathy for anyone except himself. Your plans were at the center of his fucked up plan for you.

Glistening demonic blue eyes just gave you a hint at what he wanted.

“Leave me alone, Lloyd! You're no better than him," you shouted. 

The darkening of his eyes and the calloused grip of his hands told you just how angry he was. Then he ran his fingers delicately along your blouse’s lacing until they rested on your breasts. 

Pulling you close, he tied your arms behind your body. He held you tight in place as you gasped in shock and stepped back. Lloyd pulled his gun from his back pocket as he leaned forward to kiss you. His grip was firm as his lips pressed against yours, and you could feel his tenacious body bear down on you, making you shiver. In fear, you struggled to loosen his grip, but he only tightened it more. 

"That's fine," he growled with a mocking smirk. "We can do it that way too." 

Your wrists were bound behind your back, the rope digging into your skin. Lloyd had spun you around and pushed you up against the cold mirror glass. You could feel every muscle in his body as he pressed against yours. He made every inch of himself felt, from his thick cock to the smirk on his lips. It was an out-of-body experience, being touched all over by someone else's hands while they did it for their own pleasure. 

Taking out a handkerchief from his pocket, Lloyd moved it towards your face and filled your nostrils with a pungent smell. Once you were feeling lightheaded from the dizzying scent, he whispered, "I've got you, Sunshine," into your ear before sweeping you up and carrying you into the depths of the house of mirrors.

The air was filled with gloomy lust.

You sat on a chair in nothing but your underwear. The walls of the room were lined with mirrors containing an image of yourself so you could see every angle of how you ended up here.

The man behind it all was Mafia King, Lloyd Hansen; he seemed to have total control over any situation at all times, even when he was losing.

Lloyd placed his hand on your shoulder as he leaned down.

“I know what you want," you said in a soft voice, "but I'm not going to give it to you no matter how hard you try." 

Slowly, his hand maneuvered down the front of your underwear to gently touch your clit.

"You like this, don't you? I heard you had him under your spell, so let me have a taste, Sunshine."

You refused to break, spitting on him as he smiled unbothered by your defiance. 

"My cock will surely break you, Sunshine. But the worst punishment will be sharing you with him since you decided to cross into neutral territory," he said sinisterly.

On cue, Nick Fowler appeared in the frame of the mirror, clapping as if watching a play. "Ah," Lloyd murmured, "he's here."

“Hello, Princess. Looks like you got yourself into an even bigger mess with two mafia men.” 

Taking Lloyd's knife from his back pocket and untying the rope, Nick walked alongside the chair and forced you to stand up. He grabbed your throat firmly and locked his piercing blue gaze on you. 

Slowly, Lloyd's hands rubbed the inside of your thighs while pushing them further apart. He weighed your response as he smirked at you.

The only thing you could do was whine and try to keep your eyes open.

A buzz of anticipation filled your body.

"Shh, Princess," whispered Nick. "Take a look in the mirror. See what he is doing to you."

The smirk on Lloyd’s face appeared as he placed his two fingers on either side of your swelling lips. You don’t tell him to stop. 

Sensual and delicate to the touch.

Nick's fingertips gently massaged each of your breasts, savouring the softness and firmness. When he heard you moaning, he gently squeezed your nipples until they hardened between his forefinger and thumb.

Slowly, Lloyd inserted a finger inside you, followed by another, causing your hips to rock forward. 

For them, finding the information they needed took only seconds. You, on the other hand, enjoyed them taking their sweet time devouring every part of your body.

"Fuck, you're soaking wet, and we've only just begun." Fear gripped you as your head was clouded in fog. You could feel Lloyd's rough hands against your neck. You could feel your pussy becoming wet just by the simple touch.

Your nose was filled with the scent of sweat and whiskey. Lloyd smoothed his other hand over your spine as if it were a stream of water flowing down it.

“Remember, Princess, we are on neutral territory and that means you have to deal with both of us.” Nick’s voice was firm but distant as it echoed off the mirrors. 

Nick’s warm breath tickled your neck as he slowly eased himself inside you, inch by inch. His moans of pleasure filled the room as you were engulfed by his hard, thick cock. Every time Nick thrust into you, he took you to new levels of pleasure.

You felt Lloyd's chest pressing against your back as Nick moved faster and faster, increasing in intensity until you finally screamed out in pleasure. 

“Let me fuck this ass. Maybe she’ll tell us with two dicks in her holes." Lloyd began blowing air on your back while he moaned about what he wanted to do with you as Nick thrust in and out. "Let's get you warmed up"

That's how this is gonna feel, baby, so strong that it'll make you alive. 

“Open her up for me, Nick” 

Nick's hands glided down your body, cupping either side of your ass. His fingers pried apart your cheeks. Gentle but assertive pressure let you know he was readying you for Lloyd. 

Lloyd's eyes smiled into yours as his tip tested the waters. You felt a slight burn as he inched inside your tightness. “Kitten, oh, Kitten,” he murmured, coaxing you along. 

Nick pulled away slightly and demanded that you look at him. He captured your gaze with his own, and the intensity in the double mirror reflection was almost too much to take in.

The sensation of being filled by both men triggered moans and gasps to erupt from deep within you. 

“Look at you taking us in,” Lloyd said reassuringly as his hand moved back and forth on your spine. He delivered a sharp slap to your ass, sending shivers racing through your body. 

His lips left a trail of heat down your neck, teasingly stroking the sensitive area that instantly made your body hum. One hand rubbed circles around your clit while the other teased and tugged at it. You sank further into their embrace as both men pressed deeper into you, and the sensations swirled through your body. Their groans and cries pushed against your body's walls until finally, they reached an explosive release.

You clenched around the two dangerous men, and they spilled their cum in you as they fought over pleasure and pain.

 Ecstasy and intense burn fuse together like mirrors falling from the sky.

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[holylulusworld]

Fool me twice

Summary: You meet the man of your dreams.

Pairing: Mafia!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, betrayal?, lies, implied smut, plot twist (kinda), secrets, the reader doesn't know Bucky is with the mafia

A/N: Inspired by a post I saw on social media about a spicy legend.

Maybe there will be more. I don't know yet.

Five months earlier, …

Who would have thought that you’d meet the man of your dreams at McDonald’s after a drunken escapade with your best friend.

You yelled at one of the employees, demanding food. “I need a spicy legend!” 

“I’m right here, doll!” Someone yelled back, making you squeal. “Try me!”

“I want the same,” your friend slurred and jumped at the employee, peppering kisses all over the poor guy’s face. “Are you spicy too?” She purred and shamelessly wrapped her arms around his neck.

The poor employee tried to handle your friend while the guy strolled toward you. He flashed you an irresistible smile and captured your heart with his soft blue eyes.

“How about I invite you for coffee before you get a taste of my spiciness?” He offered and held out his hand. “You look like you need it.”

“I can’t leave my friend here,” you replied and pointed at your friend. “Oh, shit. Wait…” You gasped as your friend started to strip her shirt off. “Fuck, babe! You can’t do this here!”

Suddenly, sober you stopped your friend from stripping and apologized to the employee. 

“I wanna ride him! He looks ready to get eaten,” she whined and tried to get her hands on the guy, but you dragged her away. “Please.”

“No, [BFFs name], we gotta get you out of here!”

“Can I lend you a hand,” the stranger offered. His smile was charming, and you felt your cheeks heat up. But he was still a stranger. “I won’t bite, promised.”

“She likes it when a guy bites her!” Your best friend exclaimed loudly. “Bite her neck and she’ll come like a … uh… waterfall!” 

“That is enough [BFFs name]. We don’t know him.” You guided your friend out, ignoring that the cocky guy followed you outside.

“Hey, don’t just run off. Give me your number,” he softly said. “I know you just met me, but I’d like to invite you for coffee.”

You sighed deeply. He was a very handsome guy and seemed to be nice. The problem was you fell for nice guys in the past. In the end, they never were nice guys.

“No.”

“Give him your number, babe,” your friend slurred. “Here!” She threw her purse at him. “My code is 6666!” Your friend grinned. “Her name is Y/N Y/L/N. You can call her doll, though. Save her number and call her tomorrow.”

“I like your friend,” he chuckled as you slapped the back of your friend’s head. “Don’t hurt her. She means well.”

“I want her to get laid!” Your friend grinned at the stranger. “I hope you can dick a girl down like there is no tomorrow.”

“Oh, sweets. I will destroy her,” he replied, smirking darkly. “In a good way, of course…”

Five months later you and the stranger you met are going steady.

He’s charming, irresistible, and yes, he loves to destroy you. Only in the best way possible - of course.

“Bucky, why not,” you whine and tug at his wrist. “I promised my mom we would meet up with her for lunch. You can’t cancel now.”

“Babe, I got an important meeting. I’m sorry, but I can’t cancel the appointment. I wanted to go with you, I swear.”

You sniff, and let Bucky wrap you in his arms. “Next time.”

“Next time.”

He kisses your hair and sighs deeply. It’s one of these days. On these days he’s still a caring boyfriend, but a little more distant. 

“I love you,” you whisper, and he kisses your temple. But he doesn’t say it back. Not today. Maybe tomorrow he’ll return it.

“Doll, you gotta see this,” Bucky shows you a picture he took of you while you were sleeping. He smirks at you, making your heart flutter. “You looked so pretty, I had to take a picture.”

“I’m drooling.” You punch his arm. “It’s creepy taking pictures of me while sleeping.” 

“I love you and want to memorize every moment with you.”

Today is a better day. He smiles more and tells you he loves you. “I love you too. Maybe next time you can come with me and finally meet my mom. She’s nice, you know. I want her to see how happy you make me too.”

“Wait…you wanted me to meet your mom?” He furrows his brows. “Shit, did I forget a date? I’m sorry.”

“What? Bucky, did you forget that you told me last week you wouldn’t make it? You said something about an important meeting.”

“Oh, yeah!” He scratches the back of his head. “The meeting. Sorry, this week was hell. I forgot about it. Next time, I’ll be there. Promised, doll.”

“Okay,” you snuggle into his chest. “I hope you don’t take more pictures.”

“I can’t promise anything,” he chirps and pats your back. “I’m really sorry that I forgot about the date with your mom.”

Bucky searches for his phone, and curses under his breath. “Babe, did you see my phone.”

“On the nightstand. I recharged it for you, baby,” you poke your head out from inside the bathroom. “Why don’t you join me in here?” You crook your finger and try to lure him in.

“Sorry, I’m late,” he dips his head to look at you. “I wish I had more time.” Bucky bites his lower lip. “If only I could…”

“You can always take a day off, baby,” you purr, and drop the towel covering your modesty. “If you want me to, I’ll call your boss and tell him you need more time for your girlfriend.”

He runs his hands over his thighs, considering you. “You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he drops the keys in his hands and cups your face. Bucky kisses you fiercely. He moans into your mouth. “I can’t resist you…”

“Bucky? Baby? Oh my god,” you gasp watching your boyfriend limp inside the living room. He’s got a black eye, and his nose is bleeding. Blood soaked his white shirt, and his knuckles are split and bloody.

“It’s nothing,” he shakes his head. “You shouldn’t have seen me like this. I got into a fight and …” Bucky runs one hand down his face. “You should see the other guy.”

“How did you get into a fight at the office?” You carefully touch his face. “Bucky, tell me what happened. I don’t think you got into a fight over a stapler or paperwork. This looks like you tried to kill someone.”

You grab his hand and lift it. “I’m so sorry…” He sniffs. “I thought…back then it was…shit…you’ll hate me.” Bucky cups your face with both hands, wincing at the sting of his wounds.

“I don’t understand, Bucky. What is going on?” Your heart thunders in your chest. Something is off with Bucky tonight, and you fear it’s worse than split knuckles and a black eye. “Please. You’re scaring me.”

“He should’ve stayed with you. And protect you while I’m away,” he drops his gaze and sniffs again. “I didn’t want him to fall in love with you too.”

“BUCKY, I don’t understand a single thing. Did you lose your mind?” You look at Bucky with teary eyes. “This morning you were so happy, and we made love. Now you look like you got thrown under the bus. Please tell me what happened.”

“He wanted me to keep an eye on you for him.” You scream as Bucky’s spit image steps inside the room. He’s wearing the same suit he wore this morning. 

“No…no…” you chant and step away from Bucky. “This can’t be. No…I…no…” you shake your head. 

“He shouldn’t have fallen for you, or touched you,” Bucky reaches out for you but, you slap his hand away. “It was for your protection. Every time I couldn’t be here, with you, Nick kept you safe.”

“Kept me safe?” You angrily wipe a stray tear away. “Did keeping me safe include fucking me?”

“It was only this once,” Nick hastily says. “I found an excuse to not touch you…” He licks his lips. “This morning you broke my resolve, and we ended up…” Nick shakes his head. “I’m sorry…so sorry, babe. I never wanted you to find out this way.”

“I hate both of you,” you choke out. “And I never want to see any of you again…”

Double the trouble

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Together Again, at Last.

Title: Together Again, at Last

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3.5k

Ship: Dean x Mafia!Bucky x Reader

Warnings: !!GUNS!!, vaginal gun fucking, established relationship, mafia!bucky, dom/dom/sub, pet names/honorifics, begging, bondage, over stimulation, oral sex 

Description: Hi everyone! This is very very kinky! You’ve been warned. Reader doesn't need to breathe 🙈

You have been dating Bucky and Dean for a while, and it's going really well. However, always being out on missions and work makes it hard to see each other in person often. So when you do get to be together it's intense, to say the least. Months of teasing and sexy pictures, all culminate in bliss when you finally get to touch each other. 

Driving up to your house you see two cars in your driveway. One an old black Impala and the other a sleek black Corvette. You smile, a blush already creeping up your neck at the anticipation of what is about to happen. You grab your suitcase and walk up to the door. Your heart rate steadily increases, with each step. You open the door, your breath catches, and you honestly forget how to breathe for a second.

You see Dean in a beat-up brown, leather jacket, dirty dark denim jeans, and even dirtier combat boots. He is sitting on a barstool facing you, drinking a beer, a crooked smile forming as his eyes meet yours. Bucky is sitting next to him. His suit jacket is thrown over the bar, white button-up, unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Neat, pressed black pants to match the jacket and black, freshly shined shoes. His expression doesn't seem to change as he looks you up and down, taking another sip of his scotch. You drop your suitcase and run over to give them both a big hug, it's been months since you last saw your boys.

“Miss me, doll?” Bucky whispers. 

“You know I di- did.” You stutter out as Dean places gentle kisses on your neck. “Are we still doing our plans for tonight?” You ask, grabbing Dean’s hair and pulling him further up your neck. 

“Of course, Princess. Safewords?” He asks with his eyebrows furrowed, looking at you and Bucky.

“Green,” You say, biting your lips between your teeth to keep from smiling. 

Bucky licks up your neck to your ear and whispers, “Yellow,” In a deep, almost growl. 

“Red.” Dean says his cockeyed smirk shifting his face into a devious expression. You grab both of their wrists and drag them to the bedroom, not that they needed dragging to follow you. Dean lays on the bed one arm behind his head, and that stupid smirk is still on his face. Bucky lays next to Dean, palming him through his jeans. Dean groans and pushes up into Bucky’s hand. 

“I want to see you, sweetheart.” Bucky’s voice is already laced with control and power. “Strip.” You almost frantically take off your travel clothes. Usually, you would take your time and try to be overtly sexual but right now you just want them on you, around you…in you, a whimper leaves your throat at the thought. You rip your shirt and shorts off carelessly, throwing them both across the room. You blush being newly exposed and wrap your arms around your waist and cross your legs a bit. 

“Hey, no, it's been too long since we've seen you. We want to see our baby.” Dean says, his voice sounding like he’s pleading. You drop your arms cautiously looking at the ground and bite your lip. “That's my good girl.” 

“Come here doll, before we tie you up and torture that pussy. I want you to grind on my leg.” Bucky’s words are slow and melt your brain as you straddle him on the bed. You adjust yourself so your arms are wrapped tight around his neck as you rock your hips gently above his pants not quite making contact. He groans and puts his hands on your hips, shoving you down on top of him. 

“Wait, I don't want to ruin your pants.” You mutter, some sense of reason coming to your mind. Bucky doesn’t say anything, he digs his fingers into your hips as he moves your body so you are forced to grind on him. You don't need any more convincing. Finally having friction on your cunt, electricity shoots up your spine, and you moan as you roll your hips desperate for more. 

“Oh that’s a good girl.” Dean growls. Watching you from the other side of the bed, rubbing himself through his jeans. He climbs over to where you are and sucks a beautiful hickey into your neck right in the spot that has you gasping, he knows you too well. He unbuckles your bra and throws it somewhere in the room, no one was paying enough attention to care. “Look up babe.” Dean says to Bucky because he was entranced in you rubbing yourself on his pants. Bucky groans when he looks up to see your tits in his face. He starts shallowly bouncing his thigh into you to force more pressure under you. He pulls one of your breasts into his mouth and toys with your nipple. You're close, so close to the edge when a pair of hands stops your hips. You let out an angry groan and look at Bucky’s hands holding you still. 

“I didn’t say you could cum, did I?” Bucky says with a sly smile. You shake your head no and lean over to kiss Dean. His tongue slips into your mouth and your legs give out pulling him closer to you. You try to wiggle your hips as much as you can for any friction. A moan escapes your lips as you finally feel denim rub slightly under your clit. Your eyes shoot open as Bucky flips you onto your back in one swift motion as if you weighed nothing.

You watch Dean walk to the dresser to get something. He walks away and you see a bulge in the back of his pants. 

“What’s that?” You ask quietly, already knowing the answer. Dean turns around slowly, reaching behind him and pulling out a Colt M1911 and placing it in your hand. 

“Here.” He smirks. You moan, the ridges on the bottom of the barrel make you whimper at the thought of…” no not that, they’d think you're crazy” you think to yourself. Lost in the thought you hear Bucky unholster his, with eyes wide you look at him. 

“Do you want to hold it?” Bucky asks, holding his gun in his hands. 

“Yes.” You whimper and nod furiously and he hands it to you. It’s warm because it was so close to Bucky’s body. You see their personalities in their weapon of choice. You haven’t seen this gun on Bucky before though. It has a long black silencer on the end of a gun. It feels so heavy, but as you hold it you imagine what this beautiful weapon could do to your cunt.

Almost like they can read your mind, they take their weapons from you and set them down. Bucky takes off his tie and wraps one end around your wrist tying the other end to the bedpost. You whimper and Dean laughs, grabbing his hand cuffs and clasping one around your hand and the other to the other bedpost. 

“Go on, test them.” Dean growls. You shake your arms and pull hard but you can’t get out. Their smiles widen and their eyes darken. “First.” Dean hisses out. “I’ve wanted to eat this pussy for months!” He says before burying his face in your cunt. You moan and cry out as he expertly eats you out. He sucked your clit lightly through his teeth and you thrashed before cumming for the first time of the night. 

“Who said you could cum?” Bucky says once your vision comes back. Unbuckling his belt and unsheathing it in one swift motion. He quickly slaps your thighs with it, the crack sound bouncing off the walls. You yelp and moan from the pain and the beautiful sting of where the leather kissed your skin. “Answer me!” His voice is dark and emotionless, you shiver. 

“No one. I’m so sorry sir, I didn’t mean to! I swear!” You plead as best you can with your hands tied to either side of your head. Bucky growls hearing his title on your lips for the first time in a while. 

“You are not allowed to cum until we say so, understand?” Dean snaps. 

“Yes yes yes please I'm sorry!” You beg.

“I think we need a gag, what do you think love?” Bucky turns to Dean and asks.  Dean smirks and doesn’t waste a second climbing on top of you and lining himself up with your mouth. 

“Show me your blink for red!” He commands. You blink SOS in morse code and he responds by forcing himself down your throat. You gag and choke around him it’s been a while since anyone’s mouth fucked you. He moans your warmth surrounding his length just like he craved for so long. “Mmm look at you, teary eyed and desperate. You missed this as much as I have, haven’t you?” You try to nod your head as best you can, but all you can do is groan around him. 

“Mm no need to answer sweetheart.” Bucky says with a smile in his voice. You feel his two thick fingers run through your wetness and you whimper. “She fucking loves it Dean, taste.” He whispers the last word into Dean's ear and he groans, opening his mouth and looking over his shoulder. You see them lock eyes as Bucky gently places his fingers on Dean’s tongue. Wrapping his lips around them and moans as the taste of you fills his mouth. He thrusts into your mouth absentmindedly. You have missed having him in your mouth, heavy and hot, choking you into bliss. You cough and he turns back to you.  

“Aww what is it Angel?” He leans forward quickly and violently grabs the headboard. He stares down at you, a wicked smile on his face. You groan around him as he starts mouth fucking you. Your breathing is cutting in and out as he rides your face aggressively. 

Bucky kisses your thighs and lets out a desperate sigh. Before licking all of your cunt in one stroke with his tongue curved at the end. Collecting your wetness and moans finally having you back in his mouth. He holds you there savoring every moment of tasting you. He smiles and licks your clit gently, just enough to tease you. Before settling into eating you out like he’s done hundreds of times. Bucky always knew how to work you and everytime it was mind blowing. He runs one finger through your folds and presses it into you, curling it back toward him a few times. Right after he adds a second finger and you moan around Dean. Bucky’s tongue working your clit and his fingers curling up onto your g spot make you see stars. He pumps his fingers in and out bringing you so close, before pulling them out completely. He sits back on his heels and sucks his fingers cleaning himself and savoring the taste of you. You groan angrily and Dean pulls out of your mouth.

“Please!” You whine, desperate to be full again. You wiggle your hips and reach your feet out to touch them. They both grab an ankle and glare at you. Bucky grabs his belt from the floor and Dean unbuckles and pulls his out with one hand. They use their belts to tie your ankles to the bed frame. It is awkward to tie with them but they get you secure and safely tied up. You wiggle but can’t move any of your limbs. You whimper, your pussy clenching around nothing. 

“Look at you шлюха, naked, tied to our bed...” Bucky continues talking with fondness in his voice. Your eyes wander to the end table where their guns are laid out. “Mmm look at her Dean. Desperate eyes glued to our guns. It’s almost like we’re not even here.” You violently shake your head no. 

“No that’s not it, I promise!” You blurt out. 

“What is it, doll face?” Bucky smirks with a knowing look in his eye. You squeeze your eyes tight and tug, futilely at your restraints, trying to cover your face. “I haven’t seen this much embarrassment on you in a while.”

“Look at the blush covering her body. This is gonna be a good one.” Dean adds. “Come on angel, tell us.” His voice rasps as he drops his voice a few octaves. You stutter for a couple minutes trying to say it but your face just gets more red. 

Bucky gets an idea, he walks to the end table and picks up his gun. He looks it up and down in his hands. You look at Dean but he's watching Bucky, smiling knowing his plan. Bucky steps beside you and points the barrel of his gun at your head. Your legs start shaking as he stares stone faced down the barrel at you. Suddenly you realize, this is the final moments of the people who cross Bucky. 

“Please! Please!” You grind against nothing and whine. 

“Please what?” Bucky stares down at you, lifting a quizzical eyebrow. You mumble something trying to pass it off. “Please what?!” Bucky repeats louder. 

“Please fuck me with your guns!” You shout quickly. Bucky lifts his gun away from your face and you can’t help but exhale. Dean growls, running his hand through his hair. You squirm trying to hide your face again unsuccessfully. 

“Oh angel. All you had to do was ask.” Dean says. They look at their weapons and choose Bucky’s gun. Its long black silencer is perfect for this situation. Bucky runs the tip of the barrel through your wetness, circling your clit. The barrel feels freezing against your hot cunt, you shiver and groan, wiggling in your restraints. 

“Please, please!” You plead desperate for the firearm to be inside you. Dean smiles and gets down next to Bucky. He licks and sucks on your clit as Bucky finally inserts the cold steel into you. Your eyes roll I got the back of your head as you attempt to rock your hips. 

“Still.” Dean says taking a break from teasing your clit. You freeze, unmoving but moaning and groaning as Bucky uses his gun as an extension of himself. It feels like when he fingers you, just with (more metal hehe cause his fingers are metal anyway. a weapon that could kill you in a second. You want more, so much more. 

“More!” You whine straddling the line between desperation and pathetic. Dean stands up and arms himself. 

“Look at you, stunning, tied up, helpless.” He stays studying your body up and down. He climbs on the bed and straddles your face. He stares down, growls and opens your mouth. “I’ve missed your mouth, been on the road to long.” He mutters almost completely to himself as he pushes gently in and out of your eager mouth. 

You’re full! A beautiful once cold weapon is quickly becoming hotter as it’s thrust in and out of you. The man handling the weapon is a well known mob boss who’s killed thousands with the very same gun that’s filling your cunt. The man deliciously filling your mouth was one of a kind, a demon hunter with a cock so sweet it’s like chocolate. You missed this so much! 

Bucky works his gun like magic exactly at the angle to have you gasping. Dean stands up and tilts Bucky’s head back. It’s such a soft moment, they share a kiss then both eyes snap back to you. “What do you think Buck, should we let her cum?” He whispers in Bucky’s ear. Bucky never stopped his tantalizing thrusting. 

“Please can I cum please!” You whimper and whine, grinding on the pistol. 

“Okay but once you do you're not allowed to stop.” Bucky smirks that sly smile. You moan and cry out ‘yes’ as he drives the weapon into your g spot over and over. You cum for the second time tonight with Bucky’s gun trigger deep in your pussy. He pulls it out of you and sucks the barrel down his throat, tasting everything you left him. 

“Oh please can I be on my hands and knees and have you in my mouth and you in my cunt.” You beg when your voice comes back you. They both fall silent and untie you, gently rubbing your wrists and ankles to alleviate any pain. Quickly and desperately you get into position. Bucky in front of your face and Dean lining up to plow into your cunt. “Oh god.” You whimper and moan this is really happening! You’ve been fantasizing about this since that last time you fucked. “Please, please, please!” You beg until your throat is full of cock. Bucky really loses control when he’s fucking your mouth. It’s no wonder he does you’re so warm and desperately sucking for him. 

A deep growl escapes Dean's lips as he thrust balls deep into you without hesitation. They get a rhythm going and you’re just bouncing between their cocks. Neither of them back off and sometimes they both thrust so hard your body feels like a spring. 

Bucky grabs a handful of your hair pulling it hard as he works himself in and out of your mouth faster as his breathing quickens. He’s panting above you, you feel him pulse in your throat, he’s about to cum, you’ve missed the taste of him. 

“Dean, cum down her throat.” Bucky growls. Dean didn’t have to be told twice he growled and he picked up his pace again. He thrusts in and out of your throat, stretching and filling you. His pattern staggered as he gets closer to cumming. You need him so bad, need to taste him on your tongue.

You feel him pulse and jolt in your mouth. You are flooded with a sense of euphoria as he fills your throat and cums. The fluid flowing over your throat and tounge, you’re literally addicted to him. You feel whole as he works through the after shocks of his orgasm in your mouth. 

“Oh fuck I’m gon-“ Dean pants heavily. You push Bucky out of your mouth and he stumbles backward gently. 

“INSIDE! Please daddy please cum inside my pussy!” You shout, your voice raspy from Bucky’s dick. He immediately bends over you and pins your neck to the bed he whispers in your ear. 

“Come on my needy princess cum for me!” He bites your ear lobe and you cum, hard. He cums deep inside you, your pussy milking every drop from him. He slowly pulls out and watches his cum mix with yours. He licks the mixture into his mouth before kissing it into Bucky’s mouth. You turn onto your back and watch them kiss while your cunt continues throbbing. When they look down at you, you’ve caught your breath but you’re a moaning mess. 

 You close your eyes when a strong vibration kisses your clit. 

“Ah!!” You gasp, your clit is so sensitive. Dean’s holding a wand, your favorite wand. It’s on the lowest setting but it’s taking your breath away. 

“Color?” He asks. 

“Green.”

“I’m not gonna let go of your beautiful clit, you're going to weep as the pain and pleasure melts your brain.” He pauses, as you blink at him trying to process what he just said. “Color?”

“Oh dear lord please please green, all the green.” You writhe still unbelievably wanting more. 

He starts slowly teasing your clit, it hurts, it feels like electricity is running through your body. He presses the wand firmly against your clit. The pain sparkles up your arms it goes up to almost unbearable pain and then it twists and feels like heaven. You’re desperate again pleading and whining grinding on the vibrator until you cum and your brain shuts off, replaced with fireworks. The relentless vibrator means you can’t savor the orgasm for long as the process starts over and over again. He does this until your eyes start to water. 

“Please sir please sir!” You cry out. 

“What's wrong baby I thought you wanted to cum?” He asks just as it twists into good pain again and you’re seeing stars cumming so hard you stop breathing. You cum three more times before he finally pulls the vibrator away to your dismay. He kisses your cunt and places his whole hand over it. It is so sweet and feels so good on your sore pussy. “You did so good doll!” He pulls his hand away and kisses gently from your pussy up to your neck. 

“I knew better than anyone how kinky you were, but I did not know that.” Dean says

“You hid that very well! We are around guns all the time how did you hide that they turned you on like that.” Bucky chuckles.

“It wasn’t easy but I’m glad you found out. That was…I will remember that for the rest of my life.”

“Damn I’d say we did alright Buck.”

“Alright fuckers! Snuggles than beer and dinner, sound good?” You say laying onto the center of the bed with out stretched arms. They join you and snuggle into your arms just holding each other. Together again, at last.

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My Kingdom Come

Book 1: Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, End

Book 2: Prologue

Ugly.

That was how Nick described you.

The first time Nicholas Fowler saw you, you were a ragged, thin child with an anarchic excuse for a hair. You were dirty, borderline malnourished, and disgusting. To be frank, he was revolted when he first laid eyes on you. But your eyes were what called him to you. You eyes were so melancholic, and yet so angry as though you were promised revenge.

He thought you looked like a rat that lived in the canals.

He also thought that you looked like a warrior princess.

The grownups were talking. The man you were with, his father’s second-in-command, Theodore was introducing you to his father. Nick’s father was expressionless as he observed the little girl in front of him.

“I got her from the streets. She was being bullied by the other children. But this girl,” Theodore placed his hand on your thin shoulder, his expression proud. “This girl managed to make the biggest bully bleed.”

His father, the ever stoic head of the mafia, looked down at you and held your eyes. Nick held his own breath as he waited for his father’s verdict. Yet you, the little thing his father could stomped with his feet, met his eyes with unwavering strength.

No one dared say a word. After what felt like forever, the boss suddenly tilted his lips up. He walked closer to the child and lifted your chin up.

“Well done, child,” his father praised. And the words he said after that sealed your fate. “Welcome to the family.”

A/N: This is a childhood friends to lover story. The first book will focus on how they grow up together. This is a slowburn, mafia story. Let me know what you think~

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Flowers of Waverley Road: Word For the Broken Heart - Nick X Lotus Masterlist

While your father hadn’t yet promised you to anyone, he does actually value your intelligence and tenacity.  Told you to keep an eye on up and coming Nick Fowler.  Too bad for your father, you hated him.  Trust Nick almost immediately.  Nick had big plans, and an even bigger boss to serve.  Your father shouldn’t have pissed you off as much as he did.

*This story is part of a larger Universe*

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

A/N: this is a mafia AU, and will feature themes of violence, arranged marriage, running away, neediness, D/s dynamics, lies, schemes, and conspiracy.  Please read ALL warnings before proceeding.  And as always minors DNI.

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Reader and them. Soon ? 👀

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never ending story

mafia!nick fowler x f!reader (mini series)

each chapters have their own warnings*

series warning: 18+ minors dni

one: death by a thousand cuts

two: white horse

three: how you get the girl

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Changing Minds - Epilogue

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

Word Count: ~1.7k

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

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

Part 8

Series Masterlist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Please, Nick,” you rasp. 

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

“Y-yes, Nick.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you think he’ll retaliate somehow?”

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

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

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

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

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Sweet and stained

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. 

~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~ * ~

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. 

#biteofcherry's birthday banquet #nick fowler x reader #nick fowler x female reader #nick fowler x you #nick fowler imagine #nick fowler fic #hades x persephone AU #my writing #sweet and stained

[holylulusworld]

Double the trouble

Summary: Two for the price of one.

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

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

Catch up here: Fool me twice

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

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

A connection. Love maybe.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your body goes stiff. “No…”

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

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

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

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

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

“No. It’s not!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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[heavysoldat]

do as you’re told

dark!mafia!nick fowler x fem!reader

you stumble into something you shouldn’t have, and nick needs to make sure you stay silent.

warnings: smut (dub/noncon, facefucking, unprotected sex, degradation, spanking, bruising, slightly public sex, humiliation, light daddy kink), graphic descriptions of violence & gore, slapping, unhealthy dynamics

sorry for the lack of posts :( been in a bit of a depression slump with no motivation to write. i’m not super happy with how this came out but luckily i’m feeling better & have writing motivation again

You were instructed not to go downstairs.

It was the one rule your boss had for you, or, at least, it was the most inforced.

You work in a diner in the middle of the city, decorated like it was straight out of Grease. The main floor is large, covered from side to side in seating and lights, as big as a gym and as bright as a carnival.

The downstairs has been locked away since before you had been hired. You’ve never seen the bottom, only seen people go down— heard music blaring from the top of the stairs. The glimpses you’ve gotten have been vague, but enough to discern the art deco design that contrasts with the upstairs, and the dim lighting that fades between the main neons.

It’s 12 AM on a Sunday. You’ve just wrapped up, logged your shift and cleaned up the mess your coworkers left for you, including the dining seats and insides of the bar.

Wiping your hands off with a wipe placed inside of your apron, you head towards the bathroom, down the back and to the right. The blocked off stairs are just next to the door, your hips practically bumping the sign as you head towards the door.

A faint, distant scream jolts you out of your movements.

You pause, hand frozen above the door handle, chest heaving with your breaths that grow in intensity. You go silent, listening for another sound—

All you hear is faint yelling, yelping and shuffles, all coming from the exact same place.

The stairs stare back at you with a vengeance, begging you to step over the locked chains.

It’s only when the noises cease that you find yourself complying.

You manage to get over the chains, skirt riding up as you slide your legs over, trying your best not to trip on the narrow stairs. You keep quiet, practically tiptoeing down each stair.

You can feel your heart racing, beating, like it’s about to pounce out of your chest, an overwhelming sense of dread flooding your senses and drowning you in it.

As you head past the top of the railing, another room comes into your field of view. It’s walls are made of glass, the inside of it club-like and art deco in design, grape colored lighting illuminating the dark space. The doors are triangular in shape, coming together with a white tile as the top.

But that’s not what stops you.

The groaning gets louder, it drones in your head like a deep hum, as more and more of the room is exposed to you.

There’s five men huddled around a figure, all dressed in suits too fancy for a diner, bending over the frame like they’re inspecting it. You’re frozen, desperately trying to figure out what’s below them, but one of them moves—

It’s a man. A man you saw earlier that day. The man who didn’t order anything. The man who just sat at the bar.

He’s lying down on the floor, crimson blood staining the white of his button down. You can see his face is battered, beaten to a pulp, one of his eyes swollen over from the beating. There’s a hole in his side where the blood is pouring from, and he’s clutching it, gasping for air with a desperation you’ve never seen before.

The man above him has a gun, small enough to be concealed but large enough for you to notice- and he’s clicking with it like a taunt. The man below him is fading, slowly losing himself, hand shaking above his fatal wound.

Tears are streaming down your cheeks. You don’t even notice them, too locked in on the sight before you, the feeling of them dampening your hand as it covers your mouth the only real inkling of your physical reality you can hold onto. You’re breaking out of your frozen state, turning to race up the stairs, but your own frenziedness breaks you.

Before you can even yelp, you trip, colliding with the hard staircase. The noise you make is loud enough for anyone to hear, and you cry at the realization- eyes wide like saucers.

They’re staring at you. All five of them. Eyes deadlocked on your shaking form.

One of them is… familiar.

You don’t get the chance to ruminate, before one of them is heading towards the door. You grab onto yourself, hoisting yourself up the stairs with desperate cries of fear, tears still falling down your sticky cheeks— but he grabs you. His ringed fingers have you by the ankle, pulling you down the stairs and pinning you against them.

“Please,” You cry, broken sobs ringing through your chest, “I won’t tell anyone, I swear. Please don’t kill me, please, please.”

His hand gravitates towards your throat, turning you around to face him with your back facing the stairs. He lands a slap to your face, piercing your skin in pain as your head retaliates with the force.

You whimper as he grabs you by the cheeks, squeezing them while he pulls you to look at him.

It’s him.

It’s him.

Nick Fowler— the owner, the man who hired you, your boss. The man who’s watched over you, the man who was kindest to you when you started working here- the man who paid you extra just when he felt like you were feeling down.

“I told you not to fucking come down here,” He shouts, squeezing your face tight, “Don’t you ever fucking listen?”

You sob, shaking your head violently. You’re not sure what for. You’re still pleading under your breath, gasping out sobs and begs.

With one look to the side, you hear shuffling of the four other men leaving— dragging the body towards another door in the room they’ve been stationed in.

Nick turns back to you. He grasps sight of your shaking form, your tear soaked face, your soaked eyes— and his grip softens.

“Honey.” He coos, stroking your hair from out of your face, “I’m gonna need you to calm down.”

When you���re still hyperventilating, still sobbing and pleading, he lands another slap to your face.

“I said fucking calm down.”

His voice is surprisingly calm. Deep and raspy, like he’s talking from the back of his throat. He strokes the inflamed mark on your abused cheek, watching as your violent sobs turn into sniffles and whimpers.

“I’m not gonna kill you.” Nick promises, continuing to tuck away your hair and wipe away the tears gliding down your skin- “I just need to know you’re not gonna say anything, okay?”

You whine, “I’m not gonna say anything, I prom- I promise. I promise.”

He tsks, almost like he’s disappointed. “I can’t be so sure of that, though, now can I?”

Your eyes widen in fear, heart picking up speed once again. “No- no, you can, I promise you can, please, please, I promise I won’t tell anyone- I-I swear, please.”

Sobs wrack through your body again, while his grip on your face tightens with his frustration.

He stares at you, silent, pondering, eyes boring into your skin like the sun. They fold back up towards your eyes, but settled.

“I know you’re not gonna say anything,” Relief washes over you. “‘Cause I’m gonna make real fucking sure sure you don’t say a goddamn thing.”

Fuck. Fuck. Your heart is going so fast you think you might faint, cries escaping your lips once again, fearful of what weapons he has in his mind and in his pockets.

He lays a light slap to your cheek— not as hard as the last few, but hard enough to leave a semi-lasting mark.

Nick stands, holding you down with a boot to your stomach. His hands fold down, undoing his belt and unbuttoning his slacks.

He leans down, pushing more hair away from your forehead, lips pressing against the skin there: “Be good, and nothing bad has to happen. Got it?”

Your lips are tightly pressed clothes, the sound of your whimper barely breaking between them. You nod.

“Good girl.”

Nick’s hands reach down beneath his trousers, pulling out his cock, already half hard. He gives it a few strokes until it’s at full mass, continuing to stroke the top of your head with his free hand.

“Open wide.”

With a shaking mouth, you comply.

He groans with the first slide of his cock in your wet mouth, letting out a holy curse to whatever higher power there is. He’s practically too big to fit inside, your jaw crying with pain at the stretch.

“Suck.”

You whimper, palms clutching hard against your nails. Your tongue slides around his shaft as you suck on him, his groans and curses echoing in your head.

“That’s a good girl,” He praises, “Wasn’t so hard, now, was it?”

You continue, whining despite your movements, feeling the salty taste of his precum coat your tongue.

He hums, “This is nice, hon,” Both hands hold place onto the back of your skull, “But I think I’m gonna need a little more.”

His hips begin to move, thrusting shallowly within the confines of your mouth. Despite the easiness of his first movements, you’re still gagging, spit rolling down your chin and onto your breasts.

“Let me take what I need,” He grunts, “And I’ll let you get what you want.”

His thrusts pick up pace, his heavy balls quickly slapping against your chin with each movement. You cry out with each thrust, gagging and spitting around his head— but it just makes him harder.

“You’re not gonna say fuckin’ anything, are ya?” He grunts, “Uh-uh, gonna be a good little girl for daddy, huh?”

To your surprise, he pulls back, cock slipping out of your mouth.

Nick grabs onto his shaft, stroking himself with fast pumps, before letting go to rub his cock up and down your face. The wetness of your own spit slathers your skin, your eyes closing instinctually.

He slaps his cock against your face, laughing at the sight. Your mascara ruined, black tears running down your cheeks, spit and cum coating your chin completely.

“You look like a fuckin’ whore.” He says, with another slap to your face.

Before you can react, he manhandles you with a grab to your waist, pulling you over and bending you over some of the stairs. He plants your ass in the air, underneath his hips— he grabs hold onto your skirt, pushing it up just to hump his cock against your panties.

He lays a harsh smack to your ass, making you cry out. He pushes your head down against the wood, completely bending you over below him.

Grabbing his cock, he rubs it up and down your pussylips, “I’ve always fuckin’ liked you. Walking in here all pretty, all shy, all polite— kept makin’ me think how good it would feel to ruin that pretty little head of yours. Make you my own little fucktoy— so polite, so willing, so obedient, just fuckin’ made for this, weren’t you?”

You whine out a “mm-mm”, shaking your head with a moan.

“No?” He asks, rhetorically, “No? You weren’t made to be my whore? ‘Cause this pussy’s telling me another story, sweetheart.”

He’s right. Your cunt is drowning his cock with your wetness, practically soaked through your now pulled aside panties. It’s humiliating, how your body reacts, how your pussy clenches around nothing, how your slick drips down your leg and onto the floor. It’s fucking humiliating and depraved.

“I think you fuckin’ wanted this,” Nick grunts, pressing his tip inside of your hole, “Think you wanted me to fuck you. You know, my boys are only on the other side of this room— can probably hear how much of a desperate fuckin’ whore you are. Probably thinkin’ about how much they wish they were me.”

You’re gasping, whimpering, whining as his cock slides inside of you, bottoming out within seconds. The stretch burns, his cock thicker than anything you’ve had before, practically tearing you open from the inside.

“Bet you wouldn’t mind that,” He groans, “Such a fuckin’ slut. Bet you wouldn’t mind them passin’ you around like a whore, like a hole for them to use, fillin’ up every fuckin’ hole you have.”

He starts to move, too fast as soon as he starts. His balls smack against your ass with each brutal slam, cock hitting your cervix in a way that has you sobbing— mouth wide and agape, unable to control the noises you’re admitting.

“That’s it, baby,” Nick’s grunting, head tilted back in pleasure, “Take this fuckin’ dick, all up in that tight little pussy.”

Nick leans his body over yours, bringing his hand around your neck to pull you up. You gasp, his fingers close enough to have you choking, but not quite.

“You didn’t even fight,” He muses, “Didn’t even fight to keep me out of this dirty cunt. That’s how I know you’re made for this. You already know what you’re good for.”

You gasp, letting out “ah, ah, ah’s” with each rough pound he lands inside your pussy. Your knuckles are turning white from how hard you’re grabbing the stairs, unable to stop the way your body reacts to the stimulation.

“God, you’re gonna fuckin’ cum, aren’t you?” He groans, smacking your ass, his rings leaving a pigmented indentation— “I just slaughtered a man- I’m still fuckin’ covered in his blood and sweat, and you’re about to come? Fuck, you’re such a whore, a good little slut for me.”

You don’t know why that builds you up faster. You’re disgusted by how that makes you climb faster, how that makes your cunt clench, how your orgasm starts slicing through you like a knife— it’s intense, how you come. You’re twitching and trembling, he’s barely able to hold you still with both hands, still fucking into you like his life depends on it.

“God, fuck yeah, gonna cum up in that cunt,” Nick’s grunting, moaning, cock twitching as you clench around it, “Gonna fill that little pussy up so fuckin’ nice, never gonna want another cock. This pussy belongs to me, now, honey, and you’re gonna fuckin’ let me use it whenever I want.”

His pounding gets sloppier, messier— and then he’s yelling. His cum spills deep in your cunt, so much that you can feel it filling you up from the inside. He’s left panting, moaning and gasping, still clutching onto your waist.

Nick pulls you up by your neck to sit up, level at height with him, pressing his nose against your neck.

“Mm,” He moans, “Not gonna say a fucking word, are you, honey?”

You shake your head. Still shaking. Still trembling. Still processing.

“That’s what I thought.” One last slap to your ass, “You’re learning fast. We’re gonna have so much fun.”

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[nickfowlerrr]

here is the masterlist for the seven writing event.

all submissions will be linked below.

a huge thank you to everyone who has gotten or plans to get involved with this little event. i’m having a great time working on my own posts and even more, am looking forward to continuing reading and going through all of yours. so thank you, thank you, thank you! 🩵

if you’ve posted your work already and don’t see your submission(s) here, please message me.

to the lovely readers: if you enjoy any of the work listed below, please take the time to leave a comment on them and reblog the posts. it really helps with engagement and can be very motivating, and just so meaningful, to the authors and creators. we all appreciate you so much for diving into our little fantasy worlds with us and interacting with what we share in this community. thank you. 🖤

deadline for submitting: november 14, 2023

last updated: november 17, 2023

Fics

Envy

If I Can’t Have Everything, Then Let Me Just Have You - (andy barber x reader) - @writing-for-marvel

Don’t Blame Me - (bucky barnes x reader) - @buckets-and-trees

Greed

for the hope of it all - (lee bodecker x curvy!reader) - @nickfowlerrr

a bird in a cage - (dark!august walker x reader) - @witchywithwhiskey

Kindness

Weight of My Love - (wanda maximoff x reader) - @moonfaeriebunny

Lust

everything I want… - (bucky barnes x plus size!reader) - @thornsnvultures

All Good Girls Go To Heaven - (mafia!bucky barnes x OC) - @sebstan2020

idle hands are the devil’s playthings - (demon!steve kemp x reader) - @filthycagedsoul

Patience

Please Say, Please - (bucky barnes x reader) - @angelltheninth

Pride

Let All Light Go - (dark!alpha steve rogers x omega!reader and alpha!bucky barnes x omega!reader) - @buckets-and-trees

pride - (lee bodecker x wife!reader) - @thornsnvultures

Pride Goeth Before The Fall - (royal!au nick fowler x reader) - @tumblin-theworldaway

Wrath

Starring Role - (dark!natasha romanoff x reader) - @moonfaeriebunny

Welcome Home, Daddy - (winter soldier/bucky x pregnant!reader) - @winterarmyy

When You Fall on Me Like Night - (alpha!bucky x omega!reader and dark alpha!steve rogers x omega!reader) - @buckets-and-trees

Moodboards

Envy

bucky barnes moodboard - @nickfowlerrr

Greed

lee bodecker and max burnett - /nickfowlerrr

Pride

lloyd hansen moodboard - /nickfowlerrr

Wrath

andy barber and nick fowler - /nickfowlerrr

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[wildestdreamsblog]

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.

Masterlist

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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A Losing Hand, Part 16

Summary: things are getting tense with the Clubs. Where does loyalties lie?

Pairings: the Clubs

Rating: explicit

Warnings:  explicit language, explicit sexual content, non con/dub con, fingering, unprotected sex, misogyny, slut shaming, threats to kids, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 2.6K

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“What the fuck is your problem?” Ransom asks pushing past Ari, into his room. He shoves the bigger man down onto his bed, and Ari never fights back. “Do you remember what I told you?”

“I don’t think I understand what you’re talking about,” Ari answers. Standing up, he crosses the room, beginning to place his guns on the dresser.

“What the fuck were you pulling at the wedding?” Ransom’s arms spin Ari around to look at him. Even though Ari’s stature towers over him, Ransom never backs down.

“What I pulled?” Ari scoffs, shoving a shoulder into Ransom. “I wasn’t the one that got fucking engaged.”

“It wasn’t a real engagement.”

“She had a fucking ring on her finger. She said, yes,” Ransom rolls his eyes making his way to sit on the bed and gives it a little tap. “I’m good.”

“A basic CZ piece of shit. If Nicky was serious about the diamond, where’s the emerald queen’s ring? You don’t get it. You don’t fucking get it,” Ari turns his back to him, but remains looking at Ransom’s reflection.

“He’s placating her. Her last solo mission, where she was told to stake out Kemp? Nicky pulled her back. She was supposed to kill him that day. She had a clear shot and what did Nicky do?”

“He pulled her away,” Ari whispers, finally spinning to look at Ransom.

“Yeah, she’s pretty sure he was talking to a Spade. And not just any fucking Spade, Nick Vaughan,” Ari shakes his head no. “You doubt her?”

“If she saw Nick Vaughan there, why not inform Andy? And what would Nick need to talk to Kemp about?” Ransom’s handsome face lifts up in a smile. “What?”

“You’re asking the right questions. We have our beautiful little deadly Princess, who very well could have killed Kemp then. Nicky wants him alive, but Kemp was talking to the Ace of Spades, and he wanted her out of there before she seen it. She did. He tried to deny her sex again, hoping she would beg and let slip what she knew.”

“God,” Ari’s hands go to his temples and he gives his head a tight squeeze, “None of it makes sense. Why should I even trust you? Like I have a choice. We’re trying to take down the King of Clubs, and what’s in it for you?”

“You know, you would think I would want more, right? I had the ability to become the Dealer, I don’t want to be the head of anything. I want there to be a semblance of peace. This constant back and forth between the suits is ridiculous. Kings playing against Kings, and we thought that Lloyd and Kemp was our problem. Gotta a fucking war brewing within the Diamonds, and then all this shit with us and the Spades, the only ones not fully participating is the Hearts. They have a loose screw though, too.”

“What does this have to do with me? I’m doing what I’m supposed to be doing. I’m staying close to Nicky. I’m being neutral. I’m…”

Ransom slams a fist down on his bedside table glaring at him, “I told you not to get involved with her. I told you, she was a lot more delicate than she puts on. I told you her end goal is different from ours.”

“You didn’t fucking tell me she had a kid!”

“It was none of your goddamn business. She has a vendetta against Lloyd, and rightfully so. I told you not to fall for her. And now your some jealous puppy, because she’s doing what she’s supposed to be doing? She’s supposed to be in the bed with Nicky. She doesn’t sleep because she’s wondering where he is all hours of the night, because she thinks she’s not getting information.”

“I’m not,” Ari starts. He shakes his head rapidly, refusing to believe Ransom’s words. “I’m not in love with her.”

“Oh really, you fucking prick. You get all pissy if Nicky’s around. Keep throwing up the fact she’s ‘engaged’, instead of looking at her ring. That’s not the queen’s ring. Nicky doesn’t want to marry her. She is his weapon. She’s deadly, and he sleeps in the bed next to her. Do you realize how easy it would be for her to slit his throat?”

“Then why doesn’t she?” Ransom laughs maniacally. Throwing his head back as he clutches his stomach. “I’m glad this is funny.”

“Since you know about her kid, she doesn’t want to die. She’s doing this so she can be a mother. You’re a distraction. Because now she’s worried about making sure you don’t die. If she slit his throat, do you realize how many guards would be in here in five seconds. And we don’t fucking know where their allegiance lies,” Ari shakes his head again.

“You’re so stupid. Instead of worrying about getting in her fucking pants, maybe do your damn job.”

“If I wanted to get in her pants, I could have. That’s not what I want. It just…you’ve never?”

Ransom shrugs, unsure of how to answer that. His deep blue eyes turning away from Ari. “Shoulda guessed. Once a whore always a,” quickly Ransom has Ari’s body pushed up against the wall.

His teeth bared as he presses his forearm up against his neck, “Say it. And I’ll have you ended right now. You have no idea what you’re talking about. Yeah, we fucked. Once. She was still part of my talent, we were drunk, and it was disgusting the next morning. That woman is my best friend, and if I ever hear you degrade her, I will find a new King to rise up. I don’t care what the Dealer wants. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yeah, sorry,” Ransom drops his hand quickly, and he walks back to the door.

“Apologize. We need her for the plan, but I need her. I won’t have her distracted and get killed.”

You stand looking out your window, watching Nick conduct some form of business with Nick Vaughan, and it only gives you pause. You know who you saw that day, even if you’re withholding it from Nicky. There was something off in the way that he pulled you away from killing Kemp, and the one that Kemp was meeting with that day, is literally in your back yard.

Nick flicks his head up at you, saying something to Nicky, but you don’t falter. Standing tall, you glare at the outsider, but when Nicky turns back to look at you, giving you a wave, you put on that charm. Acting like everything was normal, and you were just looking out the window.

More time had been spent just looking and watching. Unsure of what information that Ransom was needing you to get, but still focusing on the task at hand. Couldn’t read lips, but if Nick was meeting with Kemp, it was not good.

You’re breathing picks up, realizing that Nick had access to Winter. Left to guard her and Andy’s Daisy. You back away from the window, needing to find Ransom, talk to him anything. With a quick look to see that Nicky and Nick were still talking you tap on your leg for Trigger and Gunner to join you.

The two dogs flank you as you search for Ransom. Your body trembling and he was the only one who could soothe you right now. Rounding a corner you hear Trigger get a low growl, but it isn’t until you run into Ari, that you know why they’re in defense mode.

“Hey, I was looking to find you,” he says softly, his hands grip your wrists, and you don’t have time for him.

“I can’t talk right now. I need Ransom.”

His crystal blue eyes look over your face, and he notices the small sign of distress. Usually only Ransom notices these things. Gunner gives him a warning bark, biting at the air before Ari drops you wrists.

“I wanted to apologize.”

“Ari,” your hand moves to his chest, and you want to sink on him. Become the small and scared child that you have felt like for the past five years. “I can’t right now. I really need to see Ransom.”

“What’s wrong?” your sight moves all over his face, unsure if you can tell him this. Needing some reassurance and guidance from your constant. “You can trust me. I’m in with Ransom.”

“Nick Vaughan is here talking to Nicky, and…I need,” you whisper out, but you know he doesn’t get it.

“We gotta find,” his voice pauses when Nicky’s shadow looms into the background. “Nicky,” Ari says confidently. “She was looking for you.”

“No she wasn’t,” he steps behind you, his hands firmly on your hips, while he glares up at Ari. “Princess knew exactly where I was. I had a meeting with the Spade’s Ace. Securing our alliance with them. I just needed Nick to understand the severity in Steve Kemp. We all know that Lloyd is unpredictable, but he wants full domination. That won’t happen with a Diamond.”

His fingers dig into your skin, and he pulls you flush with his body with a hard force. You try to get Ari to tell Ransom what you had just said. “It’s time for the Clubs to have more power. Don’t you think so, Ace? It would do you some good to remember your place. Princess, you and I need to have a little chat.”

He grips tightly to the back of your head, nails digging into your scalp as he angrily leads you to your bedroom. You try not to fight it. Fighting always makes things worse. With the first bark from Trigger, Nicky buries his face in your neck, “You call those fucking animals off me right now, or I’ll make sure you never see Winter again.”

Ari nearly sprints to Ransom; needing to tell them the piece of information that you were given. Opening up his bedroom, and when he’s not there, he knows exactly where he’ll be.

Running into the shooting range, Ransom rounds his gun on Ari’s chest, before he throws off his glasses. “That’s a good way to get killed.”

“Nick Vaughan was here.”

“That’s impossible,” Ransom whispers, shaking his head.

“She saw him. She was coming to find you. Nicky was meeting him out in the open.”

“Mother fucker,” Ransom goes to the adjoining room, gathering up a few guns, tossing one to Ari.

“What?”

“Remember what I told you? She saw Nick meeting with Kemp. It’s not a coincidence. And, ahh shit,” he slams his fist on a table, picking up a few weapons for yourself. “Nick guards Winter and the Queen of Spades. I need to get a message to Andy. Where is she?”

“Nicky saw her with me,” Ransom’s face turns into a scowl, looking through the door, and worried about what he could be doing to you. “We were just talking. She had to call the dogs off.”

“I hate those fuckers, but I like them with her. Dammit. We’re on standby. We need to wait on her say so, but I need to tell Andy about Nick.”

“Princess,” Nicky backs you into a table, spinning your body around, his hands roam over you. He removes all of your weapons before he places his hands down your pants.

His fingers softly stimulating your clit. Leaning over, he gives gentle open mouth kisses to your neck, “I’ve been neglecting you haven’t I? Got a prime cunt in my bedroom. Someone who can ride a dick like no other. She doesn’t even care where you put it, because she’s a greedy little bitch.”

“Nicky,” your voice grunts out. Refusing to find any pleasure in his taunting voice. “What’re you doing?”

“Treating you like the whore you are. What did you see today?”

“Nothing,” you answer quickly. He pinches your clit and laughs when you yelp. Your body backing up to him even more.

“I know you saw Nick Vaughan. You not curious to know how I know about your little accident, Winter?” you don’t want to react, but when you let out a growl, your dogs barking and almost foaming at Nicky, he grips your cheeks with his free hand. “Call them down, before I shoot.”

“Nein,” you try and make your voice calm. “Platz,” and the both of you watch the dogs settle, but their eyes stay on you.

“Got rid of the baby, huh? Failed to mention you left her with her traitorous father, James Barnes.”

“Please, just leave her out of this. She’s a baby.”

“I’ll leave her, the Queen, and Andy’s unborn son out of this, if you keep your fucking mouth closed. If a hair is harmed on Nick’s head, I’ll make you watch all three take their last breath.”

“Nicky, please. They’re not…what do you want?”

His fingers continue to work over your bundle of nerves, before sliding down. Easing over your slit. Gathering up your slick that he’s forced out of you, before entering two fingers. “I want you and your meddlesome ways to trust me. What did you see?”

“Nothing!”

With a growl Nicky pulls down your pants, and gives your ass a smack. Pushing your body completely flat on the table, while he frees his cock. Nicky lines himself up, and chuckles at your helpless body, “I’m going to ask you again, what did you see?”

“I didn’t see anything,” he slams his girth in your waiting cunt, beginning to harshly rut into you.

“Stop lying!”

“I didn’t. Nicky, I didn’t see anything.”

“You fucking bitch,” he screams giving you another swat to your ass. “What did you tell Ari?”

“Nothing. I was looking for Ransom,” he’s relentless in pounding into you. Hand softly around your throat despite his brutal thrusts.

“What did you need to tell your precious Ransom? Hmm? You gonna tell your king? Your future husband. What has he done for you? Keep your daughter hidden from me? What would happen if Lloyd knew where she was?”

“Don’t! Don’t you dare hurt her. Please!” Nick gives you an even evil grin, still stabbing into you, and you hate it. You hate him. “I’ll do anything.”

“Good girl. You gonna cum for me?” you have no desire for anything but to get him off of you. “I’m going on a trip, and you’re gonna keep your pretty cock sucking mouth closed.”

His fingers connect to your clit, creating tight little circles, loving that you clench around him despite the hatred you feel for him. “Steve Kemp dies tonight. We’re getting our war.”

You stumble out of your bedroom, the dogs following behind you whimpering and whining looking up at you, as you go to Ransom. Seeing him opening his door, you fall into his arms, and he lifts your head back to see your face.

Ari rushes over to your side as well, “Princess, what’s wrong?”

“Ran, he knows about Winter. He threatened to have her and the baby killed.”

Ransom calmly moves his hands around your face. “You didn’t tell Andy did you? Ransom! Did you?”

“What does Nick want?”

“They’re killing Steve Kemp. They’re gonna blame it on Bunny,” Ari pulls your body off of Ransom’s, walking you over to the bed. “Did you tell Andy? Sh-sh-she told me that Nick watches her and Winter.”

“The queen is in labor,” his cold dark eyes look over to Ari.

“Don’t tell them yet. We find their end game. She doesn’t like Nick. Maybe he’s not with her and Winter anymore.”

The three of you look amongst each other, but you’re just terrified. “Call Jake Jensen. He needs all of us armed.”

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