#Mafia!Nick Fowler

[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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[thezombieprostitute]

Changing Minds - Series Masterlist

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.

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Part of the Garbage Men AU

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Mob Rules | Mafia AU | Reader x ...everyone

Bucky and Steve have banned girlfriends in the gang, but they're not cruel, they know their crew works hard and needs to let off steam sometimes...and that's when your hard work starts.

Warnings: 18+ for sexual content, language and themes now and throughout this AU

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Bucky - Cockwarming

Thor - Playtime

The room was completely silent. Each of the assembled crew around the table staring at Cap and Sarge. 

You didn’t really want anyone else in the room, you had been quite happy, sprawled on the large blanket under the table, moving between your new masters in turn. You had been licking a long stripe up Bucky’s hard cock when the first knock sounded, jolting you from your soft state into one of panic. 

Tucking himself away, Bucky had shouted ‘enter’ allowing a seeming herd of other people into the room. 

Sensing your nervousness, Steve had placed his hand on your cheek, his thumb rubbing against your bottom lip until you sucked the digit into your mouth, once more content to rest between them while they carried out their business. 

“Is this real, or a trick?” The man’s voice was like thunder, loud but clear. You couldn’t tell who was talking yet, only seeing a series of shoes, combat boots and a few loafers, one pair of battered trainers…you closed your eyes, sucking harder on Steve’s thumb and focussing on the polished shoes in front of you, one brown pair, one black pair, Steve and Bucky, Sir and Sarge, that was all you needed to worry about.  

“It’s not a trick, Thor.” Steve rolled his eyes, “we know we brought that rule in, no girlfriends.” 

A disgruntled murmur ran around the room, none of the men willing to vocalise how frustrated and angry they’d been since. 

Bucky slammed his palm onto the table and the room went quiet again, you jumped clinging to his calf, but remained where you were. 

“We brought the rule in, now we’re fixing it, but only if you're polite.” He growled.

“C’mon out, Bambi.” Steve and Bucky pushed their chairs back and Steve held out a hand to you, the ring on his pinky finger flashing in the afternoon light. 

Placing one hand slowly in front of the other you crawled out from underneath the table, one hand on Steve’s thigh, one on Bucky’s. The latter reached down, cupping your chin in his large, tattooed hand and pinched your cheeks. 

“Good girl, now say hello to the crew.” 

You turned, kneeling high enough that your head and shoulders peeked over the top of the walnut table, resting your chin on one hand you raised the other in a wave, “hello.” You whispered, nervously eyeing the array of men and women sitting around the long conference table.

You’d been worried ever since Cap’ and Sarge had informed you that your world would be expanding outside of their closed off penthouse, but now you felt that familiar throb of longing deep between your legs. They were handsome, your masters’ friends, so perhaps this wouldn’t be so awful after all. 

Bucky tucked a palm under your elbow and helped you stand, your feet wobbly after your time spent kneeling at his feet. Your heels tipped you forward slightly and you crossed your arms behind your back to steady yourself, pushing your chest out at the same time. A collective intake of air rippled around the room and, you supposed, that was to be expected given your scanty attire. 

Steve had wanted you to make a good impression and had chosen a soft pink babydoll with plenty of ribbons and bows. You certainly felt like a doll once they’d finished dressing you up but you loved it, loved that you didn’t have to make any decisions anymore. You let your wide eyes take in the room again, the hungry looks in everyone’s eyes. 

“Bambi, the family -” Steve gestured to the assembled group, “family, Bambi.” 

There was a chorus of replies, hellos and good mornings before the room went quiet again.

“Well, we don’t have much work to do today, so -” Bucky looked up at you, his hand on your hip protectively, “get to know everyone, okay. Take your time.” His smile was soft, but dropped from his face when he looked back at the rest of the family, “as for you, be polite.” Bucky glared around the room, “and remember to play nicely.” 

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[navybrat817]

Hope the Sunday is treating you well! 🍹

The month has just begun yet and you’re already out of money. So you turn to the sugar baby website your friend told you about! At the end of the week, you have four requests waiting for you. (And no you can’t have all of them because the one you choose will require your whole attention!)

Mafia Bucky: He wants someone that he can drench in gifts. It’s just something about seeing you wear a pair of earrings or a dress that he got you that makes his pulse quicken. He would move you into one of his penthouses so that you’d be extra secure.

CEO Nick: With all the traveling he does it’s hard to find someone who understands how demanding his job is. You would come with him basically everywhere, traveling, dinners, galas. Of course, he would ensure you have the appropriate things needed wherever you go.

Mountain man Andy: He built the grand house he lives in with his own hands and has made a lot of money over the years, and now he just wants someone to spend it on. He’ll get you a new car so that you can effortlessly travel to and from his place, or he’ll come to pick you up himself for a long weekend.

DILF Hal: His kids are getting ready to leave the nest and he’s finding himself with free time on his hands, that he wants to spend with you. Luxury hotel weekends. Going to spas. Taking you on dates to ice cream shops or expensive restaurants, whatever you’re in the mood for.

Who becomes your new sugar daddy?

This has been sitting in my inbox and I'm sorry it took me so long to respond. It also isn't fair that I can't pick more than one. Not. Fair. At. All. Because it's me, I'm going to say there are alternate universes where I'm living out my best life with each man.

If I had to pick one though, I'd have to go with mafia!Bucky.

Specifically because he's mafia, I automatically view him as possessive. I can't help it. I don't feel like he'd leave me a choice or even let me entertain another sugar daddy trying to move in on something he wants. I'm fine with that.

And moving me into a penthouse so I'm extra safe and spoiling me with gifts? I feel like the arrangement would turn into a marriage proposal any day.

But can we talk about how amazing the others are

Nick jetting me around all over the world?

Andy having a fire ready for me because I get cold easily?

Hal basically ready to make me his next wife? I feel like he has a breeding kink.

Again, I'm living all of these lives in other worlds.

Not me wanting to do a whole AU with multiple readers living their best lives.

Who would you choose?

Love and thanks! ❤️

[georgiapeach30513]

The Flowers of Waverley Road Masterslist

Magnus Romano is a fierce leader of the biggest Mafia family in Boston.  And deep outside of the negotiating and the city he has remained to keep his daughters hidden.  But continues to use them as a bargaining agent.  Each daughter has their own journey and story.  Each daughter has their own tests and heartbreak.  And each daughter is fiercely loyal to each other.  His pretty little flowers.  His major point of bribery.  But they’re not as delicate as Magnus thinks that they are, or as stupid.

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Everything in this World Masterlist - August Walker X Orchid

Words for the Broken Heart Masterlist - Nick Fowler X Lotus

The Day My Life is Through Masterlist - Jax Teller X Dahlia

That You’ll Be Mine Masterlist - Ari Levinson X Violet

You Can Have It All - Frank Adler X Lavender

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.

[late-to-the-party-81]

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" want me to model these for you?"

Satin and Lace for my lover

AN: Alice - I had to return to the world a dabbled in for my party gift bag for you, back for my 500 follower celebration - Nick and his spoiled lover.

Beta’d by @lfnr-blog-blog-blog. Dividers by @firefly-graphics, moodboard and banner by me

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Summary: Nick hasn’t been paying attention to you recently, so it’s really his fault when you act out to get it. Never mind that you know you’re going to enjoy the consequences.

Relationship: Nick Fowler x Spoiled Brat! Reader

Word Count: 1.3k

CW: Reader is a little shit, Manipulation, Immature behaviour, light bondage, Daddy Kink, implied overstimulation, implied oral (f receiving), somewhat toxic relationship, Romanian pet names

You knew Nick would be pissed when you got home. It’s not that you weren’t allowed out; he’d never cage you like that, and he provided bodyguards for you protection. It’s just that you’d said you were popping out for an hour or two, six hours ago.

You could hear the mobile phone going off, again, in the breast pocket of Louis, your chief bodyguard. There was no doubt that it was Nick asking for an update, and your thought was confirmed when Louis’ started stammering in reply and looking very uncomfortable.

“No, Sir. She said she wanted to go into one last shop.  Yes… she did say that an hour ago…”

You smiled to yourself as you looked through the racks in the high-end lingerie store. Poor Louis. He was unfortunately collateral damage in your little game to make Nick pay attention to you.

The former CIA agent had been extremely busy recently with his machinations, and while intellectually you understood that in his line of business some associates had to take precedence over you, the emotional, pampered part of yourself was royally fucked off. And, if you were being totally honest, what did Nick expect? He’d treated you so much like a pampered princess that you’d grown used to it, so when he withdrew his affection, even without it being purposeful, it stung.

Were you being bratty? Sure? Would it help in the long run? Absolutely.

Most people were scared of Nick.

Scared of his anger, his power.

The way he could crush them like the insignificant insects he saw them as.

But not you. You revelled in it. His passion and his anger turned you on, and you knew that no matter what he threatened, he’d never hurt you. At least not permanently. What were a few bruises to your ass compared to the rapture of him between your thighs, feasting on your pussy until you cried tears of pleasure instead of pain.

You heard Louis hang up, and then let out a long sigh.  Maybe it was time to end the poor man’s misery?  

With your choices in hand, you walked over to the counter, placing down the pile of lace and satin. You didn’t even listen to the cashier when she told you the total for your purchase, just handed over the black card that Nick had given you. You could almost feel the tension leaking out of your bodyguards frame at the realisation that his torture was almost over.

Your heels clicked on the marble floor as you entered your home, Nick’s opulent mansion. You had the bag full of lingerie hooked over your arm, the rest of your purchases being brought in by Louis’ subordinates.

“Where the fuck have you been?”

As Nick’s voice sounded out through the entrance hallway, your troupe of bodyguards turned baggage handlers all started before scurrying away at high speed. None of them wanted to accidentally become the focus of his ire. You remained outwardly calm though. You didn’t respond straight away, instead taking off your coat and hanging it up, before checking your reflection in the hallway mirror.

You could feel his gaze upon you, heavy with a hint of darkness and you repressed a shudder of arousal. Turning toward him, you shot him your sweetest smile before sashaying over, an over-exaggerated sway to your hips. Stopping in front of him, you lifted a hand to push a rogue lock of his hair back off his forehead, but he captured your wrist in an iron grip and glared at you.

“And good afternoon to you, too, Nicky. I had a lovely morning, and I think you should give Louis a raise. He really was most helpful and accommodating, despite the numerous phone calls he had to deal with.”

“Why are you testing me, prinţesă?”

You ignored his question, instead lifting up your small shopping bag into his eye line.

“Would you like me to model these for you?”

His eyes flicked quickly from the bag and then back to you. You continued to smile sweetly, but knew from the flare of his nostrils that you’d won, at least this round. His grip on your wrist lessened and you pulled it away, before turning and walking towards the curved staircase.  You took a few steps up before you looked back over your shoulder. The only move Nick had made was to turn and watch your ascent.

“You coming, Nicky?”

“And then I found this delightful little restaurant and had the most delicious empanadas for my lunch. I’ll have to take you there. You’d love it…”

You rambled on about your day as you stood in your walk-in closet, trying on the first lingerie set; chartreuse satin with cream lace. Nick had followed you into the bedroom without a further word and settled down on the edge of the bed, as you’d given him a kiss to the cheek, before walking through the closet doors.

Outwardly you were calm, giving off an unaffected air. Internally though, your heart was racing. Heat and slick was pooling between your legs and your skin prickled from the tension in the air. When Nick was this quiet, this stoic, he was angry, and he was going to punish you for your immature behaviour. You couldn’t wait.

Smoothing the skimpy fabric over your curves, you stepped out and stood in front of him. Nick had discarded his suit jacket, his shirt sleeves were rolled up and his tie lay loose across his shoulders. He looked like the powerful world player he was. And he was all yours.

“What do you think?” You gave a little turn, showing off lingerie from all angles.

“Hhhmmm.” His noncommittal noise had you turning back to him, but you should have known it was a ploy. His hand shot out and he dragged you onto his lap. You landed with a squeak and looked up into his blue eyes as his other hand cupped the back of your head.

“You wanted my attention,dragostea mea. Now you have it. For the rest of the afternoon, in fact. I’ve cleared my schedule, so I hope you have plenty of ideas on how to keep me entertained?”

Before you could answer his lips crashed onto yours, harsh and demanding. You whimpered and involuntarily ground down on his already hard length, as you opened your mouth and let him in. You gripped his shirt, uncaring of how you were ruining the expensive garment. Nick twisted on the bed, tumbling you off his lap to lie flat on the bed. Taking advantage of how your hands were still holding onto his clothing, he grabbed his tie and quickly wrapped it around your wrists, binding you. He grinned down at you and you smiled back.

“You gonna punish me, Daddy?”

“Oh, dragă. I told you. I’m gonna give you all the attention you wanted. Whether you can handle it or not is another matter entirely.”

You squirmed under his gaze as he unbuttoned his shirt and discarded it, before doing the same with his pants and underwear. God, you loved this man. His physicality, his power, his whole aura. It oozed from every pore. He was a gangster and you were his moll. The Persephone to his Hades.

He leant over you, his eyes dark, and his fingers gripped the waistband of your new panties, the crotch already sodden from your arousal. He pulled, ripping the delicate fabric and discarding it across the plush carpeted floor. You couldn’t be cross with him -  there would be more where that came from.

He shoved your thighs apart and wedged his shoulders between them. His fingers slid up your slick folds, spreading your wetness and you whined at his touch.

“I hope you’re ready for this, pisi.I’ve got a lot of attention to give you.”

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[therapyandprozac]

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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Reader and them. Soon ? 👀

[holylulusworld]

Double the love

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, arguments, kinda kidnapping, a little violence/mentions of violence

Catch up here: Fool me twice & Double the trouble

Back at your apartment, you’re fuming. It could’ve been such a nice day if not for Nick and Bucky ruining it from the start. You didn’t even get the chance to have breakfast in silence. No. They had to grab you and storm out of the diner.

“So, you told your brother to watch over me only for your enemies to find out you both want me?” You cross your arms over your chest and glare at both men. They invaded not only your life but your small apartment too. “Good job, Mr. Barnes. You protected me very well. Not only from getting fucked by a stranger but your enemies too.”

Nick huffs. He expected as much. “Colibri, let us explain.”

“Yeah, explain to me that you led your enemies, stone-cold killers on top of all, straight to my place.” You pout and angrily stomp your foot when Nick dares to grab the ugly bear he won for you at the fair.  “Hey, take your hands off, Mr. Bear!”

“You kept it.” Nick grins while his brother is pacing the room. Bucky is about to just grab you and run. He doesn’t have time to explain that their enemies could strike at any moment.

“It accidentally ended up in my suitcase,” you lie, and look away. Nick doesn’t need to know that you can’t sleep without the ugly bear. “Now give it back!”

“Why?” He holds it above his head and smirks. “If you don’t want anything reminding you of our time together, we can just throw it away.”

“Give it back.” You jump up, trying the grab the bear. “I’m warning you!” You angrily kick his shin. He yelps and drops the bear. “I warned you.”

Bucky laughs loudly. “You let her kick you?” He snorts. “That’s what you get for messing with her bear.”

“That’s what you get for messing with me, Barnes,” you growl in Bucky’s direction. “Now get out of my apartment!”

“Doll, I told you on our way here that we cannot leave you. One of our enemies knows about you, Y/N. He will hurt you or worse get back at Nick and me. Please don’t put yourself in danger by sending us away.”

If your mom didn’t raise you better, you’d love to yell at Bucky, or at least give him the stinky eye. You pucker your lips instead and glare at Bucky.

“I didn’t put myself in danger!” You raise your voice. “You put me in danger. Why couldn’t you leave me alone? Why pretending to be someone else, and letting that pervert watch over me.”

Nick looks offended at your words. Usually, he’d put you over his lap and spank your ass. He hums and bites his lower lip because he can’t put his hands on you. Not now, and not in front of his brother.

“What do you expect me to do now,” you huff, annoyed because the brothers ruined your fresh start too. “I can’t just drop everything and run. I built a new life in this little town.”

“Baby doll, you don’t have to run,” Bucky softly says while stepping closer to you. He gets closer and closer until he can wrap his arms around your waistline. “Now, Nick. We’ve got no choice.”

“Remember, this was your idea,” Nick grumbles. He gets a syringe out, murmuring an apology as you throw insults at both men. You wiggle in Bucky’s grip and growl at Nick. “Sorry, Colibri. It’s for the best. Rumlow and his allies are on their way here. We only try to protect you.”

“I’ll kill you all,” you grunt and slap the bear in Bucky’s face. “I dare you to poke me with that thing.” You’re furious and try to get away from the syringe. “I hate needles…I hate them.”

“If you agree to come with us, we don’t need the needle,” Bucky purrs your name. He nuzzles his face in your neck, sighing as you try to fend Nick off with the bear. “I know you’re angry at us, but please let us protect you.”

You hold still for a second, eyes darting from Nick to the syringe and Bucky.

“Get away from me with that needle.” Lips pursed you prepare yourself to go for a sprint the moment Bucky releases you. “I’ll let you explain things if you put the needle away.”

Nick looks at his brother. He’d hate to use the syringe. It’s worse enough that you hate him now and won’t even look at him for longer than a moment. “Buck?”

“Okay, doll. I’ll let you go, and we will sit on the sofa and talk. I’m sorry we tried to do it the easy way.” Bucky slowly releases you. He steps away and nods at his brother. “Let’s talk then.”

You flash Nick a smile before you bolt toward the door. Fingertips touching the door handle, you giggle. You tricked them well and will just start anew somewhere else.

“Bad move, Colibri.” This time, Nick wraps his arm around your waistline. “I thought we were making progress. Do you want me to spank your ass for being a bad girl?”

You whimper. “No…”

“Would you look at our great escapist, Nick,” Bucky purrs your name, and steps closer to cup your cheek. “Doll, I’m disappointed.” You curse his name and threaten to cut off his cock. “Now let’s not use these words.” Bucky softly kisses your cheek. “We only want to talk.”

They had to use the syringe on you because you tried to escape more than once. Now you sit in the living room of Bucky’s place, calling them names. With your arms crossed over your chest, you watch them warily.

“Assholes! You used the syringe,” you snap at them. “How could you?”

“You tried to stab me with a cactus,” Nick mutters. “That hurt, Colibri. You didn’t have to poke my ass with it.”

“I hope there are holes in your ass now,” you grin victoriously at Bucky because he didn’t get away easily either. He’s got a black eye, and his hair is missing a few strands. 

“Doll, stop this now,” Bucky raises his voice. He pokes your nose with his index finger, smirking. “We promised to tell you everything, and we will.”

“I hope you’ll get bald.” It’s childish, but you feel like you won because you got the two mobsters good.

Bucky cups your face, thumb running over your lower lip. “You’re dangerous, and not nice. Where is the sweet girl I fell in love with?”

“Maybe she doesn’t like getting tricked, or called girl,” you say, glaring at Bucky. “I only wanted to live my life without getting fucked over by you and your brother. Now you stole that from me too. Just like my dream of the future with you got destroyed. All I got is double the trouble.”

“Baby doll,” Bucky whispers your name and leans closer. “You got double the love too.”

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Changing Minds - Part 1

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: ~1200

Warnings: Implied violence and attempted murder. 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. I'm not yet sure if this will be a full series or just a two part story.

Part 2

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Nick pulled up to the City Clerk’s offices. He had all the off times memorized so he could always get a good parking spot. He had some clues to follow up on with McMann. 

He also had your work schedule memorized so he knew he'd get the right help. He once made the mistake of thinking someone else could help him while you were on vacation. Never again. Thankfully your quiet demeanor didn't seem to extend to him and you would let him know when you'd be out, barring a sick day here or there.

He’d asked you before about why you worked so many hours. “You have seniority here. Have some of the younger people work the overtime.”

“They’re just kids,” you chide him. “Let them enjoy life a little. If they want the overtime, they get it but I’m happy to see them actually having lives. If I can help keep the world from breaking them so quickly I’ll happily do it.”

Nick smiled at the memory of your conversation. The smile dropped when he walked up to your desk and noticed your red, puffy eyes; your trash bin filled with tissues. “What happened,” he asked. 

“Oh,” you sniffle, “it’s just some allergies is all.”

“You’ve never had allergies before. What happened?”

“It doesn’t matter, Nick,” you objected. “Now, how can I help you?”

“You can help me by telling me what happened.”

You tried to stare him down but knew from experience it would be a losing battle. When Nick wanted answers, he got them somehow or another. You sag your shoulders and tell him, “you remember I was visiting family recently?” He nods. “I…my ex-boyfriend…hooked up with my sister. They got married last month and no one told me. It was a big wedding, too.” 

Nick nods in sympathy, “no notice or anything. Doesn’t sound like good family to me.”

You agree, “and I know it shouldn’t bother me. He is an ex-boyfriend after all. But…it still hurts. My sister said they didn’t tell me because they didn’t want me to ruin their special day by being upset.” You laugh harshly, “I guess I’m just proving their point.”

“No,” Nick demurred. “They are in the wrong here. Someone should have at least told you they were together. I’m sorry they hurt you.”

You sniffle, “thanks Nick. It’s nice to have someone on my side.” You smile up at him and he smiles back. “Anyways, what are you here for? How can I help you?”

The two of you easily step into your usual work rhythm. You spend a couple hours finding all the documents Nick is looking for, getting them scanned, and everything else he needs. The work is intermingled with the occasional joke or story. You and Nick have gotten along well ever since he learned you could help him with the most detailed of requests. Where others would give him a binder to sort through, you seemed to always know where in the binder the exact information was. Nick appreciated that kind of skill. 

As he’s wrapping to go he takes another glance at the tissues in your trash bin, a reminder of your tears and hurt. He turns to you and asks, “have you heard the phrase “the best revenge is living well”? It’s not the exact line, but you get the sentiment.” You shake your head no and he continues, “I know you don’t like hurting people but I don’t think you should wallow in your pain. Your best option to get revenge on your family for excluding you is to, well, live well. Show them they didn’t hurt you as much as they think.”

“That’s a nice idea, Nick, but my life is so dull I don’t know that I can.”

“Well,” he hesitates, “I’ve got a charity event coming up. It’s nothing too fancy, not a black-tie thing. But I could use a plus one.” Your eyebrows raise in surprise. “It’s not a date,” he quickly assures. “I just get tired of inane conversation and could use a friend to help me out.”

“Why go at all if you don’t enjoy it?”

“Work requirement. My bosses want me to schmooze a few people. Having you with me might actually be helpful. If you’re up for it.” You consider his words and he goes on, thinking to sweeten the deal, “the drinks are free, you can dress up, and maybe you’ll meet someone who’ll help you completely forget about that ex of yours.”

You smile, “you know what, Nick? That sounds absolutely lovely.”

The day of the event you get the notification from Nick telling you he’s outside your building. When you step outside he immediately spots you and his eyebrows raise.

“Is..is something wrong with my dress,” you ask.

“Not a thing,” he whispers. “I just…I never would’ve figured you to have something so…high class.”

“Oh, yeah,” you smile, heat hitting your cheeks. “I honestly was never expecting to have an opportunity to wear it. But sometimes you just need to treat yourself. I’d sometimes put the dress on and walk around my apartment just because it made me feel pretty.”

“Well, please allow me to confirm that you are very pretty,” Nick smiles as he opens the car door for you. You thank him as you get in, completely unaware of Nick’s internal dialogue about whether or not to make this an actual date. 

Nick continues to be a gentleman as you arrive at the event. He opens your door for you and offers his arm to walk you inside. You eagerly accept, surprised at how beefy his arm feels. He generally wears long sleeves so you had no idea he was hiding so much muscle. 

You walk inside and breathe a little easier when you see that Nick was right in saying it wasn’t an overly formal affair. Part of you had worried you would be under-dressed. Nick walks you around, showing you where things are (especially the open bar), and answering your questions about the event’s etiquette. Remembering that you’re supposed to be here as just friends, once you’re comfortable, you let Nick get to work and wander around on your own.

Nick is trying to focus on his work, getting intel and talking up influential people. But he makes sure to keep an eye out for you, making sure you’re having fun. He finishes up a conversation and hears you laughing loudly before quickly trying to muffle yourself. Nick smiles as he looks for you, but it quickly drops when he sees who you’re with. 

Clark Kent, nicknamed Man of Steel because of his near monopoly of the industry. His union busting and bribery has kept him on top and made him richer than any one man should be. Nick’s been working for the Family to try to find anything that can bring him down. Unfortunately, he’s bulletproof. Nothing sticks and he gets to keep his incredibly clean record and reputation. And he’s chatting you up, making you laugh. 

Part 2

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[myfictionaldreams]

Kinktober Masterlist 2023 😈

Hello lovely readers, Welcome to my Kinktober 2023! I will be posting every day throughout the spooky month with many different kinks so please enjoy! And also read the tags/warnings before continuing on!

main masterlists // AO3

♥ Day 1: Pegging - Mafia!Stucky ♥ Day 2: Roleplay - Steve Harrington ♥ Day 3: Handjob/Fingering - Joel Miller ♥ Day 4: Authority/Power Difference - Lee Bodecker ♥ Day 5: Sweat - Eddie Munson ♥ Day 6: Dry Hump - James Potter ♥ Day 7: Somnophilia - Winter Soldier ♥ Day 8: Breeding - Joel Miller ♥ Day 9: Size Kink - Ari Levinson ♥ Day 10: Cockwarming - Mafia!Stucky ♥ Day 11: Exhibitionism/Voyeurism - Winter Soldier ♥ Day 12: Orgasm Denial/Delay - Lloyd Hansen ♥ Day 13: Heartbeat - Vampire!Steddie ♥ Day 14: Uniform - Natasha Romanoff ♥ Day 15: Spanking/Flogging - The Marauders ♥ Day 16: Double Penetration in one hole - Mafia!Stucky

♥ Day 17: Hate Sex - Sirius Black ♥ Day 18: Sex Pollen - Bucky Barnes ♥ Day 19: Marking - Remus Lupin ♥ Day 20: Fear Play - Mafia!Stucky ♥ Day 21: Hair Pulling - Bucky Barnes/Natasha Romanoff ♥ Day 22: Bondage - The Marauders ♥ Day 23: Deepthroating/Facesitting - Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson ♥ Day 24: Role Reversal (Dom/Sub) - Mafia!Stucky ♥ Day 25: Knives - Natasha Romanoff ♥ Day 26: Overstimulation - Steve Rogers ♥ Day 27: Gloryhole - Nick Fowler ♥ Day 28: Cockbulge - Lee Bodecker ♥ Day 29: Coercion/Blackmail - Dark!Marauders ♥ Day 30: Freeuse - Winter Soldier ♥ Day 31: Religious Play (Priest Kink) - Eddie Munson

[mrs-elsie-barnes]

Now that Bambi's been introduced to the family...

Find Bambi's intro HERE!

[buckys-wintersoldier]

🎃 Trick or Treat 🎃

Usually there aren’t many people who join those things here, but I just try it again, because I’m in a mood to do so. The rules are below the prompts. Dividers are made by me.

It’s spooky season — that means you can either get a trick or a treat. Soooo…

If you’re brave enough… you’re going to knock at the house that’s at the edge of the village. They say it belongs to the witch/werewolf/vampire. Lots of stories are told about the people who may live there but only a few are brave enough to actually knock at their door…

What kind of creature is living in the house?

Witch/Wizard

Werewolf

Vampire

Demon

Angel

Alien

Mermaid

Human

Whatever else you can think about?

Who is the creature?

Bucky Barnes

Steve Rogers

Ari Levinson

Max Burnett

Lloyd Hansen

Steve Kemp

Random Drysdale

Lee Bodecker

Jake Jensen

Nick Fowler

Loki Laufeyson

Logan Howlet/Wolverine

Tony Stark

Someone else…?

Do you get a trick or a treat?

Trick (dark and/or angst)

Treat (fluff and/or smut)

Or are you greedy/are they nice and you get both?

You look at them and notice they are…

Soulmates

Best friends to lovers

Strangers to lovers

Ex’s to lovers

Dads best friend

Boyfriends dad

Mob/Mafia

Alpha/Omega

Sex worker

Teacher

Roommates

Stepcest

Royalty

Farmer

Bodyguard

What ever they could be when you see them?

What do they say when you open the door?

“Thought you can walk in here without consequences?”

“You want more? Better get to work and beg.”

“I thought you will never say it.”

“You’re pretty like that.”

“Couldn’t imagine any other way.”

“Why are you looking at me like that?”

“You’re no better.”

“Special? You’re nothing more but a toy.”

“I don’t make love. I fuck.”

“I never felt that way for anyone, ever before.”

“Maybe you didn’t notice. But I fucking love you.”

“Spread them. Further.”

“There you go. Doing so good for me.”

“I love you, if you want me or not. I can’t and won’t change my feelings for you.”

“That’s what you want? Greedy little thing.”

“You should have listened when I said ‘go home’.”

“You’re mine. It’s all fucking mine.”

“I never thought you would feel the same way.”

“It’s not like I don’t want to. I’m just scared.”

“You can’t break my heart, it’s already shattered since he left.”

“Forever is a long time.” “As long as it’s with you.”

Rules:

You can join and write yourself or send in a request

Please be nice, comment and reblog -> it supports and motives a whole lot

If you join:

Put a read more of you write more than 500 words

You don’t have to choose one of everything, feel free to mix them in whatever way and kind you want

Please tag me @buck-star and #sydneyshalloweentt

Feel free to write smut, fluff, angst, dark, a mix of everything

You can write reader insert or character x character whatever you want to write for

It’s going until the end of November because why not some Halloween mood until we can go into Christmas mood

Anything else? Have fun. If you have questions feel free to ask

Some people who might be interested or at least brave enough to knock at the door of the (whoever you choose) house:

@holylulusworld @thevillainswhore @elixirfromthestars @navybrat817 @buckgasms @bigtreefest @highonmarvel @julvrs @jiyascepter @lanabuckybarnes @multiversefanfics @ronearoundblindly @whitexwolfxx310 @whatever-lmaoo @sergeantbarnessdoll @mercurial-chuckles @steviebbboi @flowersforbucky @brunchable @aquaticmercy @nickfowlerrr @lives-in-midgard @cevansbrat0007 @witchywithwhiskey