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Partners in Crime
Pairing: Mob!Nick Fowler x Female Reader Summary: A night out with one of your father's most trusted associates puts you on a new and dangerous path. Word Count: Over 1.9k Warnings: Implied e/xplicit s/exual content, d/runk s/ex (con-sensual), d/rinking, talk of v/iolence, p/ossessive behavior, possible soft!dark vibes if you squint, engagement, not-so-great dad, Nick Fowler (he's a warning, okay?). Graphic talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics , Nick edit - Nix, Moodboard - yours truly A/N: Welcome to my Wicked Arrangements AU! For @the-slumberparty 's April Writing Challenge (prompt in bold italics) and we'll see a few other characters down the road. ❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby and pre-read by @slyyywriting ​, but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
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The first thought that entered your mind when you woke up was that you were never drinking whiskey again. You couldn't even remember how much you had, but you weren’t going to bounce back immediately from this hangover. You tried to avoid getting drunk whenever you could. At least it wasn't at your dad's party.
Not that you stuck around for most of it anyway.
Nick Fowler, one of the most powerful men in the city and your dad's most trusted associate, was waiting by your car when you left.
"Why don't we have a real party?
A man as ruthless and dangerous as he is beautiful, there was a reason why so many wanted him on their side. He wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty or the kind of man to cross. Though he didn't say much to you with your dad around, it didn't stop him from eye fucking you every chance he had.
It was only natural that you wanted him.
"Sure. I could use a distraction."
"Oh, sweetheart, I'll give you much more than that."
With a groan, you cracked one eye open and then the other. The pounding headache made it difficult to see as you tried to blink away the spots in your vision. If you had to choose an equivalent to what your throat felt like, sandpaper would be the closest. At least you didn't get sick. The bed you laid in was also comfortable and the sheets kept your naked body warm enough.
You forgot about the pain in your head as the ache between your legs grabbed your attention.
Oh, yeah. That happened.
Closing your eyes, a blurred vision of tangled limbs surfaced, the blue eyes of Nick piercing through the fog.
“Knew you’d take my cock like a good girl.”
And you did over and over.
Doing your best not to move too fast, you carefully turned your head and opened your eyes again. You expected to see him sleeping beside you, but he wasn’t there. Gently touching the spot, you noticed it still had a bit of warmth. Maybe he went to the bathroom or decided to get breakfast.
It took a moment to register that something sparkled on your left hand as sunlight peeked in through the curtain. “What the hell?” you mumbled as you stared at the diamond ring on the fourth digit.
A ring that looked suspiciously like an engagement ring.
No, no, no, we did not.
“Morning, sweetheart,” a familiar voice gently pierced the air as you kept staring at your finger. "Surprised to see you awake. How are you feeling?"
You tore your gaze away to look at Nick, who had an all too smug look on his eyes.
"I don't know yet," you said honestly, clearing the scratch from your throat.
Nick hummed as he walked across the room in just his underwear. A hint of a smirk formed on his handsome face as you admired him. The black suits he normally wore hid how broad his shoulders and chest were. They also hid most of his tattoos, which you vaguely recall tracing a few with your fingers and tongue. Your gaze trailed down his chiseled abs to the front of his boxers, the throbbing ache between your thighs intensifying.
No. Focus.
"You did say too much whiskey would give you a headache," he said, handing you some aspirin and water.
You quickly took the pills with a generous gulp, the cold liquid soothing the slight burn in your throat. "Did we…?" you trailed off.
"Did we what?" he asked, running a hand through his short hair. You were pretty sure you tried to pull it while you rode him. "We did a lot of things last night, so you'll need to be more specific."
Your cheeks flamed as you held up your hand, proud when it didn't shake. "This."
He slowly ducked down and you couldn't stop the hitch in your breath as his lips touched your forehead. "Get married? No," he said, pressing a soft kiss against your skin.
You could breathe a bit easier. While your dad wouldn't lay a hand on you if you married without his permission, he could and would wreck the life you tried to have beyond the bubble he put you in. Piece by piece.
"But you also said I couldn't have you unless I put a ring on your finger, so I did."
"I was kidding!" you said. No way he actually believed that.
"I took it seriously," he murmured, moving his mouth to your ear. "And it's a perfect fit. Just like my cock inside you."
"Oh, my god," you whispered.
"You said that, too," he whispered, dragging his lips down the column of your neck. The scruff on his chin left a delicious burn in its path. "I reminded you to say my name instead."
The gravel of his voice sent a shiver down your spine before you moved to the other side of the bed and out of his reach. "I need a minute," you said, feeling his eyes on you as you stood up.
"I'll be waiting."
You didn't bother to cover yourself up as you went to the bathroom, your head not spinning as much as you expected it to. Nick saw everything last night and into the early morning, so you had no shame if you watched your hips sway. Splashing some water on your face, you had no idea where to go from here. While Nick was fun and a wonderful distraction, you couldn't help but wonder if last night was a calculated move.
It wasn't a secret that your dad wanted a son to take over his empire one day. He got you instead. He should have been a good father who loved and cared for you, but he treated you as an investment. You had a good education after you chose a college from the options he provided you. The same with your job as he limited the places you could apply to.
While he didn't keep you in a cage, he certainly kept you on a leash.
Maybe if mom was still around, things would be different.
You would only take over his businesses with a man of his choice by your side. He usually only had you around his inner circle of men long enough for them to flirt and leer at you. You were certain he was prepping you for the highest bidder.
Are you that bidder, Nick?
"Why were you waiting for me last night?" you asked once you went back into the bedroom where Nick was now on the bed. "Did my dad ask you to?"
"I was waiting for you because I wanted you. I thought that was obvious," he answered, unashamedly looking you over as you joined him. He reached for you, his fingers surprisingly gentle as he touched your cheek. "And I got tired of waiting."
Nick Fowler got whatever he wanted.
"But did he ask you to?" you repeated, showing him your hand again. "And how the hell did you just happen to have a ring on you my size?"
"Your dad had nothing to do with it. I've had that ring on me and my eye on you for some time," he said, kissing your hand and drawing a gasp from you as he put you on your back. "In case you forgot, I slipped it on after you drank the rest of my Jack Daniels and gave me a lap dance in my private booth. You didn't complain."
You recalled grinding to the beat as Nick sat back and watched. He looked like a modern king on a throne as the lights pulsed around him. No one would have bat an eye if he fucked you in his VIP section.
Which he did.
"We're not actually engaged, Nick. I said I was kidding about putting a ring on my finger."
His eyes darkened as he stretched over you, his muscles rippling before his weight settled. "You said you'd be mine."
Your heart raced, but it wasn't out of fear. "You don't even know me. Not really," you said, thankful that tears didn't fill your eyes.
How could he when no one was able to get close to you?
His knuckles caressed your cheek and you tried not to lean into his touch. "Told you I've had my eye on you for some time, dulceata. I know you better than you think."
You wanted to believe he did, but could you trust a man who worked with your dad? Did he want you simply to gain access to more resources? Gain more power?
"You're manipulative."
"I prefer calculating and there isn't anything wrong with that," he said before his lips touched yours.
His kiss brought back a reminder of the pleasure he gave you, your body humming with the promise of more. The man had layers to him, but something inside you said he wouldn't hurt you. He may be more inclined to hurt anyone who hurt you.
Maybe.
"I guess you have to be in your line of work," you said, a bitter laugh escaping. It was better than crying. "But if you're serious about whatever this is, do you really think my dad will let us be together? Well, he might if he thinks he can get something from you. He does value you. Pretty sure he even likes you more than he likes me."
It didn't hurt to say that as much as you thought it would.
"I don't give a fuck what your dad thinks," he said, his handsome face gazing down at yours. "I know he thinks he can control your life, but he's in for a rude awakening. And I can promise you I would never be that kind of father to our daughter."
"Please, don't talk about us having kids," you begged. You still had too much of a headache for that, but your womb clenched of its own accord.
"Why not?" he smirked. "You're going to be my wife."
I'm not even going to argue for the time being.
"Well, I need to rest, future husband," you said before he suddenly slid down your body and parted your legs. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Just looking at the pretty pussy I ruined," he said, tracing a finger along your slit. Your body quickly responded to his touch and you weren't ashamed of the small moan you let out. "Which belongs to me now. If it wasn’t meant to be, you wouldn’t fit me so perfectly.”
"Is that right?" you asked, clenching around nothing.
Should I beg him to fuck me or play a little hard to get?
"You know it does. And if you want to go back to sleep, go right ahead. I'll fuck you until you're stuffed with me and wake you with my tongue," he said, making your back bow as his warm breath skimmed your folds. "You'll be begging me to fuck you all over again."
Your body went pliant against the sheets. "Nick?" you breathed out. "How do I know I can trust you?" You questioned before you would allow him to distract you.
"I guess I'll have to prove my loyalty to you," he replied, his eyes dark and calculating as he looked up at you. "I'll start by killing your father".
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Surely Nick doesn't mean that. Right? Hehe. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
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needmorereading · 10 hours ago
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since it’s a scary time to be trans: refuge restrooms is an app which maps gender-neutral/single-stall restrooms. it’s community-mapped, so it’s possible you might be the first person to log the restroom locations, but hopefully it’ll help some people.
please reblog this post if you’ve got trans followers. stay safe.
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needmorereading · 10 hours ago
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advice i think we should tell children is that when adults say stuff like ‘now that i’m an adult i get really excited about stuff like coffee tables and bathrooms and rugs etc’ they don’t mean ‘and now i don’t care about blorbo and squimbus from my childhood tv shows anymore’ bc your average adult still loves all the same pop culture stuff they always did; they just have a greater appreciation for the mundane as well. growing up just means you can enjoy life twice as much now. you can get really excited about a new stuffed animal AND about a new kitchen sponge. peace and love
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needmorereading · 10 hours ago
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BE MAD BE SAD BUT DONT U DARE GIVE UP
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needmorereading · 14 hours ago
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needmorereading · 18 hours ago
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Do not let them erase this. Do not let them tell you he meant "my heart goes out for you."
This man is the grandson of a Canadian Nazi sympathizer who moved to South Africa BECAUSE he thought the apartheid was just the coolest.
He has a gaggle of kids specifically because he believes his genes are superior and need to be spread to improve humanity.
He has thrown his support behind the neonazi party in Germany and the far right party in the UK, not to mention how far he's wormed up the ass of the Republican party.
He threw two sieg heil salutes back to back at the inauguration of the president of the United States and is trying to scrub the evidence off the internet.
Elon Reeve Musk is a fucking Nazi.
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needmorereading · 18 hours ago
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like to charge, reblog to cast <3
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needmorereading · 18 hours ago
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americans. listen to me. you did this before, you can do it again. i don't doubt for a single second that'll be tough going and you're going to see the most damning diabolical shit from that orange man from day zero but don't let him win. fight for whatever you believe in and push back as much as possible. as samwise gamgee would say 'there is some good in this world, mr frodo, and it's worth fighting for"
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needmorereading · 1 day ago
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I'd say the don't even turn the tv on 😂
Maybe they spend like 10 minutes arguing over what they should watch and the "arguing" turns into something else soon enough 😉😉
Netflix: Are you still watching?
Stud and Smartie: https://www.instagram.com/reel/DD7YoP8OrS7/?igsh=Z3QxemU3cDQ1NHRx
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BAHAHA. So true, nonnie.
Love and thanks! ❤️
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needmorereading · 1 day ago
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I'm so sorry dear! 🥺❤️
Here, have a Bucky hug
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And some cuddles too
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❤️
My hubby: "So, what are we doing with the kids today?"
Me: "...You mean what are you doing with the kids. I have to work. All day."
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needmorereading · 2 days ago
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needmorereading · 2 days ago
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I need ya’ll to realize running back to TikTok like nothing fucking happened is exactly what this motherfucker wants. He wants you to run back and to be grateful. He wants you to forget that the Supreme Court has just passed something that indicates they can pursue intense censorship and remove our access to free speech and non-propagandized/monitored spaces whenever they want. He wants you to be so focused on all this that you completely forget that he���s about to pass at least a hundred horrific policies stripping us of our rights as soon as this week. He wants you to stop talking about Palestine who is still in danger and is in desperate need of aid despite the ceasefire. He wants you to turn your attention away from all the people in LA suffering thanks to the fires.
I don’t want to say it’s just an app, because it’s not. I was incredibly sad about losing TikTok yesterday. Many of us had a community that meant a great deal to us torn away suddenly and I am not saying we shouldn’t be upset about that. But I am saying that as much as the Supreme Court has more important things they should be focusing on over banning TikTok we have more important things to do then run back to an app that was obviously used for a publicity stunt by Trump and will inevitably be influenced by him and his fascism.
We’ve been discussing boycotting Instagram, Facebook, Twitter/X, and other Meta platforms due to their connections to Trump and his posse of billionaires. TikTok must be treated the same way so long as the CEO and company is in Trump’s pocket.
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needmorereading · 2 days ago
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"We gotta run, Bee. I'll get you more chips once I'm safe."
Seriously Steve?! 😂😂😂😂
https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTYV6XKfu/
Star imagine Steve or Sam do this to bee
Mafia!Bucky doesn't like anyone teasing his baby😂
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The prank starts when Steve snatches the bag from Bee, her hand frozen in its path, the chip almost at her mouth.
It ends with Bucky blocking the doorway. "You have two seconds to give that back to my baby." There's a casual threat laced in his tone, and it's as real as the knives hidden in his suit.
Steve grins, looking over his shoulder to wink at a befuddled Bee who's still trying to process what just happened. "Aren't you supposed to start with three seconds?"
"One."
Steve's gaze flicks over to his best friend. Oh, he's not joking.
"Two." He takes a step towards Steve, his hand slipping in his pocket. The silence is broken by the soft crunch of a chip.
Steve always has an exit strategy or two planned no matter which room he's in. It's an ingrained habit that's gotten him out of some sticky situations. As Bucky advances, he turns and picks up Bee, shamelessly holding her in front of him.
"Say hi to Bucky, Bumblebee." Steve waves her hand at the glowering mobster.
Bucky blinks, his eyes softening as he glances at her. "Bună ziua Bumblebee."
"Hi Papa," she sings out with a chubby cheeked grin.
Bucky's gazes shifts back to Steve, his voice deceptively calm. "You have one second to hand my child over to me and return her snack."
Even after all this time, Steve hasn't gotten used to how gently Bucky speaks to her. He never thought his friend was capable of such a thing until he witnessed it first hand.
"Uncle Stevie, I needs my chips pwease," she requests, peering up at him. "You can has one if you hungwy."
"Seriously, didn't anyone teach you about the three second rule? You always start with three." His statement is met with a blank stare.
"One."
Bucky can only sigh when the head of the Irish Mafia takes off with his giggling child.
Steve holds Bee tighter, looks down at her, and smiles. "We gotta run, Bee. I'll get you more chips once I'm safe."
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needmorereading · 2 days ago
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Bee is the cutest baby and a shrewd negotiator! No one can beat her 😂❤️❤️
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Bumblebee inspo!
So stylish! Was this Bee or Enzo's doing? 😂
Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader, daughter nicknamed Bumblebee
WC: Drabble.
A/N: Written on my phone, unbetad.
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Enzo has never worked harder in his life.
He's styled mobsters, socialites, and dignitaries, all while skillfully navigating around their demanding personalities, inflated egos, and time constraints that can turn a simple process into something complicated. He thrives off that. Lives for it. His own ego boosted by exceeding their expectations.
Enzo is the best in his field. He is the standard. Just ask him. He doesn't follow fashion trends, he creates them.
No one is better than Enzo.
His unrivaled reputation is built on his ability to keep his clients dressed in timeless, luxurious pieces while curating individualized styles that make them stand out from everyone else.
And all his hard work is being tested by a toddler.
She's both his sweetest and most challenging client.
"Ms. Barnes, this material is imported from Varese. I designed and hand crafted this myself. The stitching is immaculate. It goes perfectly with the outfit Donatalle sent over for you. Your Tar–" Enzo presses a handkerchief to his mouth, fighting the bile rising in his throat as he struggles to get the offensive word past his lips. "Apologies. Your Target coat can't begin to compare to this."
Bee grins, smoothing her hands down her pink and black jacket. "It's pwetty. Mommy boughts it for me."
He'll never forgive you for taking her to that place.
That's what she said about the leggings, the shoes and her dress. He's lost every battle. He can't even properly argue with her because Pakhan, her father, will have his head if he upsets the toddler. She's confident in her choices. And stubborn.
Enzo was hoping that particular Barnes trait would have skipped her.
But alas, here he is, resorting to begging and bribery—because he will not let her leave this shop in department store clothes. He cannot have her showing up to fashion week in anything less than an Enzo exclusive. Panic flares up when he glances at her unbothered expression. He convinced Senator Stark to stop wearing tracksuits damn it—he can convince a toddler to wear Versace.
"I will make your Tato another costume if you simply try on the clothes I picked out for you," Enzo states, holding up the jacket he made. Bee already rejected his offer to buy her coat. She said she had enough of her "Papa's monies." He almost wept. Now, his hope hinges on a stuffed dino.
"You makes him two?" She counters, earning a proud smile from Bucky. The Pakhan has been quietly working on his phone, only occasionally chuckling as Enzo becomes more and more frantic.
"Yes," he quickly says. "As many as you want."
Enzo didn't breathe until she came out of the dressing room, spun around in front of the mirror, and said she loved her outfit. In the end, it was the shiny, 'pwetty' shoes that won her over.
When the Pakhan and mafia princess finally left his shop to go to the first fashion show, Enzo poured himself a shot of vodka and celebrated his hard-earned victory.
Then it hit him. He still has to dress her for the rest of fashion week. Her outfits need to be on par with her parents. The three of you may be mafia royalty, but you all represent him (according to Enzo anyway). It's a challenge he looks forward to.
He pours another shot, grabs his sketchbook, and prepares for battle.
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needmorereading · 3 days ago
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"Mommy, we 'cciden'lly spent all the monies. By 'cciden'."
How can she be so cute?! 😂❤️ I would have already crumbled. I'm surprised Mal resisted for so long 😂😂
https://www.tumblr.com/bucky-bucky-bucky-bucky/758693964824068096/birthday-boy?source=share
Is this the scrunchy face/nose Bee have?
That's the face. She stole the scrunch from Bucky. Imagine trying to be stern with these two, and they're looking at you like that.
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Pairing: Mafia!Bucky x Reader, daughter nicknamed Bumblebee.
A/N: Part of my Bumblebee series.
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"Mommy, we 'cciden'lly spent all the monies. By 'cciden'." She's on his shoulders, one tiny singular Dior bag in her hand. Your gaze shifts behind her, and Bucky turns, so his body blocks the mountain of shopping bags, taking up ample space on your bed.
Your brow raises, a sardonic hum rings in your throat. "Really Bee?"
"Weally." She nods earnestly. "We gots 'cited when we was shopping and next thing all our monies gone," she explains with a shrug, like it was completely out of their control. In their defense, it was.
You can't leave these two alone in their favorite stores because Bucky loves to go overboard, and Bee is her father's daughter.
"Uh huh. Sure, it was an accident." You try to glare. Force your smile down. Prepare to tell them to take it all back. And then Bucky grins. Bee does the same. Literally. Her little nose scrunching up like his.
"I has so much fun, mommy, and I loves our 'prises."
In an instant, your defenses crumble into dust, floating away into the abyss.
"Fine, you can keep it," you mutter with a playful roll of your eyes. She cheers, her happiness making your heart swell. "But no more shopping this week. As a matter of fact, no more spending any money. "
Bee glances down at Bucky. He whispers something, and then they both look at you. "Okays, but we—we was gonna takes you out for dinner. And movies. For a 'prise. Pwease can we spends a wittle more?" That sweet smile paired with that nose scrunch should be illegal.
How can you say no to your adorable baby or your husband when they're looking at you like that? "Okay, but only a little."
Her happy little yay is priceless. One day, you'll be able to resist the cuteness these two wield like a sword. But you get the feeling that it's not happening anytime soon. And honestly, who can blame you?
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needmorereading · 3 days ago
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For any relocated TikTok users
you can say sex and kill its fine
If you don't have a profile picture people will assume you're a bot
theres barely an algorithm, if you want to see cool shit reblog things instead of just liking them
follower count doesnt matter
tumblr fame gets you one thing and it is Yelled At
no one knows what the fuck the nsfw policy is
block anyone that annoys you even a little bit
And most importantly:
post cringe
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