#dark Nick fowler x reader

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What about Nick Fowler and something that has gone wrong?

could be a big thing or a little thing, wrong on purpose or wrong with some meddling, soft/soft dark/dark, smutty or not smutty... I just want mischief and Nick, if you're at all inspired.

Mobsters Princess

You’re giving the best hugs, but you also know the right words to assure Bucky the way he needs when he doesn’t see himself as the precious man he is.

Pairing: SoftDark (Ex-)Boss!Mob!Nick Fowler x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 937 Words

Warnings/Tags: soft dark, manipulation, mention of threatening (not toward Reader), kind of love confession, bit fluff

Authors Note: Thank you for the request. Hope you enjoy it. It wasn't planned as fluffy, but somehow Nick wanted to confess his love, hehe. Dividers made by me.

Masterlist | Nick Fowler Masterlist

With an annoyed huff and angry expression, you slam the door of the office shut. You stomp through the hallway, glaring at everyone who dares to look your way before you finally leave the building of that dick.

You take a deep breath, the cool air feeling good in your lungs, especially after half an hour in that smoky office for literally nothing but a “sorry, we don’t look for a new employee.”

Of course, they don’t — they just publish their offer for a job everywhere to tell you they don’t really offer one.

And maybe it’s not what makes you angry, but the man who’s behind all that shit. Your former boss, Nick Fowler. Since you quit the job and tried to find a new one, every company offered you one until you were there for the interview, where they suddenly changed their mind.

“Mhm, was it not a job you liked, dragă?” The familiar voice of your ex-boss comes from next to you. You roll your eyes, turning to face him. “Smoky office, that’s what you considered. A smoky office over the fancy one you had?”

“What I had… what I had was a fucking lie, Fowler,” you growl. It wasn’t all a lie; that he works for the CSI underground systems wasn’t a lie at all. It’s just the fact that underground doesn’t mean anything legal when it comes to Nick.

“You’re still mad at me, dragă?” He asks, raising an eyebrow, and leans back against his car. Nick smirks at you, tilting his head slightly. “Tu îmi aparții. TU. ÎMI. APARȚII! Înțelegi asta, iubirea mea?”

“I don’t belong to you, so get that out of your head,” you growl low in your throat. Nick chuckles, taking a step closer to you. He reaches out, his big hands settling down on your hips and pulling you flush against his muscular chest.

“You still remember what it means.” He says with an amused expression on his face. Nick lowers his head to your ear, his breath warm and tickling against your soft skin. “You know, because you love it. You love being mine, dragă mea.”

You push away, your knees buckling, and you take a shaky breath to calm your nerves down. He knows damn well what he’s doing, and he loves it — the goosebumps as well as the butterflies in your stomach he’s causing.

“It’s not. I know it to remember that I punch every guy who says that,” you growl, glaring at him. You shake your head slightly before you look back into his ocean blue eyes. “What do you offer them that they don’t want me as an employee? Are you telling them I’m bad at my job?”

Nick laughs, leaning back against his car. “I don’t offer anything,” he explains, causing you to huff. Of course, Nick Fowler doesn’t offer anything to anyone; he’s a rich idiot and selfish too. “I dare them to do it if they want their companies to be burned to the ground… I mean not literally, but anyway.”

“You’re such a dick. Threatening people doesn't help you. You think you scare them? You might do that,” you growl, taking a deep breath before taking a step closer to him. You lift your hand to poke one of your fingers into his muscular chest. “I will find a job anyway, Nick.”

“Such a feisty one. That’s what I always liked about you; glad it didn’t change,” he chuckles, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer. Within a moment he turns the two of you around and forces you with your back against his car.

Nick's free hand settles down on your waist. He pushes you against the car with his body, grinning at you.

“Now you’re all quiet, dragă mea?” He whispers, leaning down. His lips are only inches away from you. “Get in the car; you have a job. And you even got a promotion. Your office will be the one you know as mine. And your seat will be in my lap, or between my legs.”

“You wish—” Nick interrupts you when he presses his plump lips on yours. The kiss is soft, but he still shows who’s the dominant one, his tongue sliding into your mouth and devouring your sweet taste.

“No more discussing. Tu îmi aparții, dragă mea,” he grumbles. Your legs feel wobbly, and you grip his shirt tightly, making the smirk on his lips go wider. Nick's blue eyes glisten, and he chuckles low in his throat. “Now, get in the car, and we are going home.”

Home — your home. The house that belongs to Nick. The house he would renovate and put everything you want into so you will feel as at home in it as he feels around you.

“I love you. I’m sorry. But I can’t let you go, dragă. I might be ruthless and cold, but not with you. You're the only one that keeps me warm and loved, and you know that, don’t you?” He asks softly, waiting for you to nod, and for whatever reason, you nod.

You know that deep down he’s right, and deep down there are feelings for him too. He’s just so handsome and sweet — around you. And he has amazing tits and a biteable ass.

“Prepare your— my pussy to be destroyed. And don’t act all surprised; you think I didn’t read the books you read. Oh, I do.” Even if it's just so he knows what you like, what makes your pussy throb, and how he can get you all for himself, to have you as his mob princess.

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Strange as Fiction 1

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as noncon/dubcon, delulu behaviour, and possible untagged elements. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

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

Summary: your visit to the library results in more than borrowing books.

Characters: Nick Fowler

Note: Deluluverse is ever growing.

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Three books. That’s not too much right. You will read them after all but it feels a bit greedy. Well, you wouldn’t consider imagination a vice. 

You browse the spines and nearly hop in your boots. That would be embarrassing. You put a finger up, hovering it in front of the book that caught your eye, the touch it. You ease it from between its neighbours carefully. Like an artifact being uncovered from deep in the earth.     

You read the back. You know this one! It’s back in stock. You’ve been dying to read this. Not many authors write about this particular figure. It’s always Marie Antoinette or Victoria I. They can be fun but the genre quickly grows repetitive with the same cast of characters. 

You add it to the pile. Four. That’s more than enough. It won’t be but you tell yourself that. You accept yourself, your tendency to shut yourself in, to lose yourself in other worlds, other times, but you try to believe you could be more than that. 

You turn and lift your head. You keep from squeaking in surprise, recalling the rules of the library. The man at the end startles you. You blink and wipe the mindless smile from your face. That was for the books, not him. 

You look back to the shelf, weighing your options. You stand there for a moment, pretending to continue your perusal. He doesn’t go. You thought he would. These fictions aren’t necessarily written for his demographic. Well, maybe the ones about Arthur and his knights. 

You could sidle along, excuse yourself, and be on your way. Or you can double back and go down the next aisle. The latter is safest. 

You’re not used to company. Not even at the library. You like it because people keep to themselves. Also, the books. All free as long as you bring them back. 

You shuffle to the end, stopping to read over another summary, before you go to the next row. As you turn down it, the man does the same from the other side. You hesitate but keep going. You can’t go back now. That would be too obvious. 

You get closer and keep to the right side, hoping to pass him without bother. He stretches his arm across the breadth of the aisle and pens you in. You stop and reel back. You look him in the face. 

He’s not unattractive. Blue eyes, square jaw, thick hair. Though the grey patched in his beard suggests he has some years on you. And his suit... he has no tie. The jacket is a grey plaid that’s a bit too loud. The men you see here button up to their chin or wear hoodies with anime characters. 

“Hey, you ever read this author?” He taps a book without looking. You open your eyes wide and follow his finger. His silver watch peeks out from beneath his sleeve. You wonder why a man with such nice jewelry doesn’t just buy his books. 

You nod. Then you turn and lean to see around him, “excuse me.” 

He doesn’t move. “Hey,” he chuckles, “I was hoping for some advice. They any good?” 

You suck in your lip and look down at your armful. You shake your head. “Not my taste.” 

“Ah, well, I’m open to suggestion,” he dips his chin and runs his finger along the top of the book at the front of your stack. “What’s that? Shanawdithit? Never heard of that.” 

You stare at his lapel and take a deep breath. “She was Beothuk.” 

“Ah,” he nods. “Interesting.” 

“Didn’t see any other books about her...” you trail off as you look over your shoulder. “Erm, I gotta go--” 

“You got quite the stockpile. Let me help,” he offers. 

“No, that’s--” 

Too late. His large hands grasp the stack and he takes it from you without a struggle. You stare, slightly shocked at his brazenness. “You headed for the desk?” 

Your eyes flick back and forth. You nod, speechless. 

“Right, well, let’s go.” 

He turns and struts out of the aisle. He pivots and looks back at you. You chew on your cheek. 

“Well,” he prompts. 

You come forward slowly, confused. You stop right beside him. 

“Sir, I—I'll take those--” 

You reach to take them back and he marches ahead of you. You stumble to follow after him. You clear your throat.  

“Um, hello. I can carry them.” 

“What kinda guy would let you do that?” He asks. 

“Well, erm, it’s nice and all but I—I don’t know you.” 

“I’m Nick.” He says, matter-of-fact.  

“Oh... okay. But.” 

“You have a long day at work? Unwinding with some reading?” He asks. 

You don’t understand. He’s acting like he knows you. You open and close your mouth as you search for words. 

“Um, I don’t think I am who you think--” 

“You’re exactly who I think you are,” he stops at the empty desk and puts the books down. He turns and plants his hand on the wood, leaning on one foot as he bends a leg and digs the leather toe of his shoe into the floor. “You’re the prettiest girl in this place.” 

You sway back and forth, twisting to look around. You face him again. He arches a brow coyly. 

“What’s going on, sweetheart?” He asks as he steps closer. 

“You’re... joking.” 

“No.” 

“Who’s...” you peer around him. 

“It’s just me. I got no reason to lie.” He stands straight and taps the books. “Looks, brains, what more could a guy ask for?” 

He cranes to see behind the desk again, “now where the hell is everyone?” 

“It’s self-checkout,” you point at the sign. 

He reads it and snorts, “looks like I need to work on my own reading skills.” He looks at the screen and squints, ���you got a card?” 

You slip out your card and scan it quickly. You reach for the first book but he’s faster. He swoops it under the scanner and it beeps. He does the other three and puts them neatly out of your grasp. It’s a very deliberate move. 

“Alright,” he takes the receipt as it prints out and reads it, “three weeks.” 

He tucks it under the cover of the top book and picks them up again. Your heart thumps. What is he doing? Better yet, who is he? 

He says your name and you flinch. You take a step back, “How--” 

“It’s on your card,” he smirks. “So, going home?” 

You frown. You don’t like this. He presumes a lot. You steel yourself and grab the books. He keeps them locked in his grip, your hands tiny next to his. 

“Sir, give me my books.” 

He snickers, “I’m being a nice guy. Let me carry them home for you.” 

“But I don’t want you to,” you say. “I want my books.” 

“Why not?” He asks. 

You huff, “I don’t-- you’re confusing me. I don’t know you.” 

“You haven’t even tried,” he says. 

You let go of the books and throw your hands up. “Fine, I guess. Keep them.” 

You try to step past him but he moves with you. He blocks you as you continue to try to evade him. You stop and stomp your foot in frustration. 

“Why?” You slump in defeat. 

“Aw, sweetheart, please, don’t be upset. I don’t like to see you sad,” he nears and holds out the books. “I’m not trying to ruin your night. I just wanted to introduce myself.” He offers the books and you reach for them warily. As you do, your eyes meet his. You can’t look away. “I’m your future husband.” 

He lets you take the books at last and he backs away, palms out. He slips his hands into his pockets and dips his head. 

“You’ll be seeing me,” he promises and twists on his heel.  

He struts to the doors as you watch, stunned. There’s a bounce in his step as he disappears, as if he might just start whistling. You look down at the books and up again. This is why you prefer fiction. 

📖

The strange encounter follows you home. Not literally. Yet, you can’t help but double check the door and twitch at every random noise through the wall. Apartment living is rarely peaceful. 

You don’t dive into your new haul. You don’t have the focus. Your mind keeps wandering to that man. Surely, he was messing with you. It all sounds like a joke, albeit not a very funny one. 

The next day greets you with a patter against the window pane. You yawn as you dismiss your alarm and ready to face work. Hair, face, clothes. You do enough. You’re not Katie and her perfect swooshy waves or Sara and her sharp sleek bob. You’re just you. 

You tuck on of the borrowed books into your bag and set out. You wait for the train with hands clasped together. You’ve never been fond of the platform. It smells of things you don’t want to think about and the darkness of the tunnel unsettles you. 

You board the train when it comes and find a seat. You take out the book and settle into the prose. The rails thrum beneath you as you hurtle beneath the city. When your stop chimes over the intercom, you get up to wait by the door. 

You flow through with the rush and head for the turnstiles. You’re nearly crushed in the morning stampede. Once you’re above ground, you can breathe again. 

Work is down the next street. You peer up at the large windows, filled with those white corporate blinds, and deflate. Your first day at the publishing house, you were agog. Now, you’re indifferent. 

It’s not that you don’t aspire for more, it’s only that you’re not sure there is more. You’ve been an assistant for three years now. You have a degree in editing and long to move beyond the dull admin. You want to be in one of the big offices. You want to be meeting with authors and reviewing manuscripts. Yet that thought feels as fantastical as all those plots you read. Based on a true story but not quite real. 

You head inside, resigned to another slog through your nine to five. It’s just like it is every day. Starbucks cups, chittering gossip, and clacking keys. You take your place among the zoo of assistants and interns. 

“I’m looking for Drysdale,” a deep voice drifts over and tugs at your brain. It’s familiar. Not someone from around here... 

“Oh, yes, I think he’s expecting you, um....” Felicity, the young intern manning reception, cheeps. “Mr. Fowler?” 

“That’s me.” He intones. 

You turn your chair slightly to see around your monitor. Trina isn’t so subtle as she spins her whole chair to see the man. You recoil and hunch down to hide away from the visitor. 

It’s that man! Nick. The attempted book thief. You can’t believe this. You don’t believe in coincidences, this isn’t a story book. Yet, how could he be here? The odds are against him. 

It takes Felicity three tries to get the right extension. She finally gets the junior editor on the line and her punctuated ‘oh’ assures you that he hung up before she even finished. 

The office door opens and you shy away. Shoot. You forgot how close you are to Mr. Drysdale’s door. How could you? Not with how many times he comes out to flirt with Trina or Lora. 

“Nick,” he greets boisterously as he emerges. “Since when are you a morning person?” 

“Since I got business to do,” the other man crosses the office floor as those seated chitter to each other in curiousity. “Better make it worth my time.” 

“Don’t I always?” Drysdale scoffs. "You know, assholes like you usually wait a month to get in my office." 

Nick hums dully. Drysdale looks around and his eyes fall on you. You quickly look down and pretend to be busy. Too late. 

He traipses over and rests his hand on your monitor. “Hey you, how about you run down and get us some coffee?” He looks back at the other man, “Fowler, what do you take in your coffee? You a latte man?” 

Nick nears and clucks. He smirks as he steps up next to Drysdale. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” he purrs. “Ransom, you gotta show a little more respect.” 

Drysdale snorts, “Oh, you’re telling me how to do my job?” 

“No,” Nick says and calmly moves Drysdale’s hand off of your computer. “I’m telling you to treat my future wife with respect.” 

“Huh?” You gurgle as he lets go of the editor. 

“Understood?” Nick postures as he faces Drysdale. 

“Future? Her? The desk jockey?” 

“Didn’t wanna say so, conflict of interest and all,” Nick tuts. “But hey, she’s worth more than a book deal.” He looks over at you and winks, “aren’t ya, honey?” 

[sosa2imagines]

Broken Hearts.

Each part will have different warnings. There's only one love interest and it is not Steve. He is dark and mean in the series along with one more character. As for the rest, they are good friends.

New part every second day. (Hopefully)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20

Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 (Epilogue)

Complete. ✅

[navybrat817]

Ooo Ficlet Friday!

Any chance for something with Nick Fowler, little spicy. Maybe not respecting personal space because you’re his and why should he, even if you don’t know that yet.

Sending all the love and best vibes for the weekend!

I didn't get to add too much spice, and this does go into semi-dark territory, but I hope you like it!

All Nighter

Pairing: Soft!Dark Nick Fowler x Female Reader

Word Count: Over 530

Warnings: Sexual harassment, possessive behavior

Ever since you started working for him, the handsome Director of the CIA had no sense of personal boundaries. The man always found an excuse to touch you whenever possible; the small of your back or your hip whenever he guided you through an open door, rubbing your shoulders while you sat at your desk, brushing up against you when you were at the copier. At first you told yourself he was just a touchy-feely person, but you noticed that he never put a hand on anyone else and kept a respectable distance.

So why was it different with you?

“Sweetheart, where’s that file I asked for?” Nick called from his desk.

You counted to three in your head. It was bad enough that he made you stay late, now he was adding pet names on top of it? You were seriously considering filing an HR Complaint against him. “One moment, Mr. Fowler,” you replied, making sure all the needed papers were in the folder.

Nick didn’t look up when you walked in, too busy reading the piece of paper in front of him. “Set it right here,” he said, tapping a spot close to him.

“Yes, sir.”

That made your boss lift his gaze, his blue eyes glancing at you from head to toe. You almost faltered when you walked around the desk to set the file down, his stare too dark, too lustful. “Did I tell you how nice you look today?” he asked, brushing a hand along your backside. You tensed up when he did it again. “You look nice every day.”

“Mr. Fowler-”

“What happened to ‘sir’?” He leaned back in his chair with a smirk. “I like how that sounds.”

You took a breath. “You can’t keep… doing that,” you said, taking a step back.

His hand gripped your wrist, preventing you from moving back any further. “What exactly am I doing?”

“Touching me and using pet names with me. You’re my boss, and that crosses a boundary,” you explained. Holding a position of power didn’t give him the right to abuse it.

Nick didn’t release you as he stood up, and your heart only raced faster when he tugged you close. “You think I’m crossing boundaries now, sweetheart? I haven’t even bent you over my desk yet,” he smiled, like a wolf about to eat the lamb.

You tried not to let it show how nervous you were, but everyone else on the floor had gone home for the day. “You can’t just-”

Your mouth snapped shut when he gripped your chin and leaned in close. “I can’t do whatever I want because you’re mine,” his breath ghosted your trembling lips before he let you go, your legs shaking where you stood. “You just don’t know it yet.”

Nick sat back in his chair and opened his file like he hadn’t said or done anything. You didn’t understand. Why you? It didn’t matter. You had to quit. You could find another job. Maybe-

“You won’t quit, and you won’t talk to HR. So, why don’t you just relax and order us dinner?” he said, his voice crawling over your skin. “We’re going to be here all night.”

Love and thanks for participating in Ficlet Friday! ❤️

[eccentricallygothic]

|| Beauty ||

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

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

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

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

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

MASTERLIST

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

Tap. Tap. Tap.

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

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

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

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

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

Maybe you were always supposed to end up here. 

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

You blamed yourself more than anything. 

How did you not see this coming? 

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

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

He knew all your weaknesses. 

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

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

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

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

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

Though he never would.

He was far too selfish.

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

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

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

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

Fuck. You hated it. All of it. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

So naked. So exposed. So vulnerable. 

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

"Yes, Nick! Please, more!"

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

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

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

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

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

Fuck. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Just like him ( Lloyd Hansen x Reader)

SUMMARY : She is beauty , she is grace and she will shoot you in the face, when y/n father needs an arranged marriage there is only one man that can handle his daughter

warning: violence , language and well its lloyd hansen fic so probably everything let be real

"This is absolute bullshit".

Again her dumb ass so called doting father was trying to arrange her marriage because well he fucked up and ended up in a mess . so now she had to meet another one of these idiots , last time didn't end too well when the creep couldn't listen to simple request like stop touching her when unwanted during the meeting of the arrangement . she seen her father's nervous shifting,gazing between her and the then soon to be husband ( at the time ) . Not because he was scared of the other family, it was the fear of his daughter and it was clear with the irritation on her face. After giving him 10 warnings and waited patiently ( for her ) she decided she had enough when the guy tried to move his hand some place it shouldn't which led her to grab the knife from his belt and drove it into his thigh .

"jesus fuck" her dads right hand man nick fowler tried his hardest not to laugh while ari levinson couldn't hold back the barking laugh as she skipped out of the office innocently .

" i told you boss he wouldn't be able for her but i might know someone much better than this pussy " nick chuckled .

" i do to nicky but jeez its getting princess to agree " ari barked unable to stop laughing at scene that just fell before him .

so here she was two months later awaken to the news the new suitor will arrive that morning for breakfast . her dad explained relentlessly to keep it together and to go along with his wishes he needed this to come together for sake of the family with being the only child and female sadly if he were to pass his words were always " you would be lamb in a den of wolves" . nick did try defend saying she would be the most dangerous wolf but her father wouldn't listen

. "Y/n come on princess time to get ready he will be here soon " the maid squeaked scared and yet knowing she had to because her father was the boss .

"this is it "she felt bad in a sense for her father for embarrassing him but that fucker should of kept his hands to himself simple decency . she adorned her yellow sundress looking like the sweetest innocent angel and simple frilly ankle socks made her way throughout the house and to her fathers office .

she seen nick and ari talking with tall man she knew who it was by the back alone . the loud and crude mouth had made her laugh at functions ,

" this might be fun" nick whisper nodding his head

" or could be putting two atomic bombs together in a room full of grenades" ari nudged the tall gentlemen for him to turn around . before anyone spoke she felt a slap to her ass making her yelp . as lloyds jaw clenched and before he could step forward nick simply shook his head and mouthed the words " watch " .

She spun around to see a fat cocky asshole smiling like cat that got the cream , he must of been new cause he certainly didn't know why the room went so quiet an how he wanted to prove he was big shot and opened his big shot mouth .

" wow boss really gets the top whores i might ask him for a shot of you after he's done with you ". Her sickly sweet smile as she sat prettily on the mans lap most the men were uneasy lloyd taken in the mood in the room as nick and ari simply smirked they all knew something was going to go down, lloyd could only watch.

" oh hi big boy you think i'm a classy whore " the sweetness in her voice would have a priest gushing .

" yeah sweets you think you handle me " even his breathing was pathetic , she was convinced her father must of felt sorry for this one . She grabbed his hand batting , her eyelashes as she put the dickheads hand on the arm of the chair reaching the holster strapped to her thigh pulling it out .

Again just gave that sweet smile as she said " well it nice to meet ya big boy my names Yn " . his smile dropped to the burning sensation in his hand and the ringing in his ears as she stood up and walked to nick , ari and lloyd .

" hello gentlemen how are we this morning " she was smiling as walking by. lloyd could swear she were some kind of fucked up angel , her voice alone drowned out the fat fuck of his own man she just shot in the hand .

" man someone shut that fat fuck up and get him out of here he's lucky i dont shoot him between his fat face " lloyd growled not having any man ruin this mood . With that the angel was gone into the office infront looking at them like nothing happened .

" Yn what did you do " he father sighed .

" in my defense i thought he was one of ours but he deserved it none the less sorry mr. hansen " batting her lashes and oh so sweet pout on her lips and the smirk in her eyes

" its ok the fat fuck should of had manners, took him as favour to a friend of mine . The boys could tell lloyd was in one hundred percent after that . her crazy match his in a flawless disaster .

they sat taking about the arrangements and the conditions which Yn zoned out halfway through and took to reading a book in the corner of the sofa in the office .

" so princess you have a habit of stabbing and shooting people " lloyd joked as her father winced at the words .

" only if they deserve it Mr. Hansen" she sounded like an innocent angel to him like she was talking about puppies and rainbows , that was it she had to be his . he didn't even care for the other shit he was just addicted to this evil little angel in front of him .

" well watche say pumpkin wanna get hitched " he grinned ear to ear. her father on other hand looked nervous again for her reaction .

" sure why not ... hey is breakfast ready im starving " she said getting up and swaying her hips leaving the men speechless .

yes ari and nick knew Lloyd would say yes but they thought she would put up much more of a fight .

" well congratulations to all i guess " ari spoke still shocked he definitely thinking lloyd was going have to take her against her will . kicking and screaming or atleast a shooting match.

" come on gentlemen let's not waste this beautiful breakfast oh and wash your hands first " your voice called.

" well lets not keep the future Mrs. Hansen waiting" Lloyd clapped his hands and went out the office to follow future Mrs hansen , his perfect like demon because hey she was just like him .

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

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

Promotion » Nick Fowler

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

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

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

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

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

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

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

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

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Nick smiles.

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Mr. Fowler?” You asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?” You asked.

“Yes.” He smiles.

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

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

“Nick.” You say softly.

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

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

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

“Come in.” Nick says, stepping aside.

You admired his house as you walked inside.

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

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He smiles.

There goes the blushing again.

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

“I love Italian.” You smiled.

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

“Such a gentleman.” You smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re so sweet, Nick.” You smiled.

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll be right back, ok?” He says.

“Ok.” You say quietly.

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

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

“I was just resting.” You say quietly.

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

“How do you feel now?” He asks.

“Better.” You replied.

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

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

“I understand, Nick.” You replied.

“Good girl.” He says softly.

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

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

“Nick?” You say sleepily.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Nick asks.

“Please stay with me.” You say.

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You look so beautiful.” Nick compliments softly.

“Thank you, Nick.” You say softly.

“I have something for you.” He says.

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

“Nick…” You say speechless.

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

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

You blushed when he said that.

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

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

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

“What would that be?” You asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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-Bucky’s Doll

[darkmasterlistyouneveraskedfor]

Blurred Lines Masterlist

Summary: Your relationship with your boss takes an unpredictable turn. (Nick Fowler)

Status: In Progress

Part 1

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Part 3

Part 4

[thezombieprostitute]

Oh no, you’ve been exposed to sex pollen!

Which babe would you want around to help you ride it out?

And which other babe would you wanna run away from (but you can’t, so you’re just gonna need to let him help you whether you like it or not)? 😈

The babe I want around:

He knows what it's like to not be in control of your own body so he'll be understanding. And the super soldier stamina is going to come in handy.

+++

"I'm so sorry," you say on repeat, crying into his chest after yet another round.

"it's not your fault," Bucky reassures. "I know it's the pollen. You're not at fault here." He picks you up and carries you to the bathtub. You've been too out of it, too horny, to take any care of yourself so he's been going above and beyond.

"I feel like I'm using you," you sob. "That's not fair to you at all! I basically got you into a no choice scenario and I'm so sorry for that."

"I had a choice," Bucky asserts. "I could've just let you suffer until a different cure was found."

You snort at that, "no, you couldn't have. You're a good man who wouldn't want me to suffer."

"I'll grant that I'd never want to see you suffer. But it's not your fault that this happened. I chose to help you. I want you, have wanted you. Just didn't think it'd be like this."

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"We're going to have to have a long talk after this is out of my system. Because I've wanted you, too."

+++++++++

The babe I'd at least try to run from:

He's not a good guy. He's very scary to me. But I could count on him to be quietly smug about finally making me beg for him, as opposed to Random or Lloyd who would be openly smug.

+++

He watches you, strapped to the cot, whimpering as the pollen takes full effect. You're writhing, trying to get any kind of friction to help you, but you refuse to ask him to help you. He takes a sip before walking up to you, placing a hand on your cheek. You can't help but lean into it.

"Why do you fight me," he whispers. "I could be so good to you."

"M- monster. Y-you hurt children."

"No, I threatened to kill them. There's a big difference, Sweetheart."

"You. Hurt. Them."

"I wasn't going to kill them," he shakes his head. "I knew how to apply pressure to get one of those women to crack. That's all it was."

You keep shaking your head, not letting him try to paint himself as anything but the monster you know him to be.

He chuckles, "but you're not too wrong. I can be horrible. Because I always know how much pressure to apply," he toys with your nipples, causing you to moan loudly, "and what buttons to press," he moves one hand to your clit, causing your hips to buck, "to break a person." He removes his hands from your body and you whine.

"But I can also reward those who are good for me," he says as pushes two fingers into your cunt. You start crying from the temporary relief. "Just tell me you want me, that you'll be mine, and you'll be given everything you could want."

You shake your head vigorously, whispering "monster". He removes his fingers and you see the cold harshness he could never hide from you before he smacks your overly sensitive pussy and you cry out.

"I will break you, Sweetheart," he growls. "And you will love me as much as you fear me."

[kpopgirlbtssvt]

I love him your honor 🙇‍♀️

I got your tag for drabble prompts...

What about Nick Fowler and something that has gone wrong?

could be a big thing or a little thing, wrong on purpose or wrong with some meddling, soft/soft dark/dark, smutty or not smutty... I just want mischief and Nick, if you're at all inspired.

Mobsters Princess

You’re giving the best hugs, but you also know the right words to assure Bucky the way he needs when he doesn’t see himself as the precious man he is.

Pairing: SoftDark (Ex-)Boss!Mob!Nick Fowler x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 937 Words

Warnings/Tags: soft dark, manipulation, mention of threatening (not toward Reader), kind of love confession, bit fluff

Authors Note: Thank you for the request. Hope you enjoy it. It wasn't planned as fluffy, but somehow Nick wanted to confess his love, hehe. Dividers made by me.

Masterlist | Nick Fowler Masterlist

With an annoyed huff and angry expression, you slam the door of the office shut. You stomp through the hallway, glaring at everyone who dares to look your way before you finally leave the building of that dick.

You take a deep breath, the cool air feeling good in your lungs, especially after half an hour in that smoky office for literally nothing but a “sorry, we don’t look for a new employee.”

Of course, they don’t — they just publish their offer for a job everywhere to tell you they don’t really offer one.

And maybe it’s not what makes you angry, but the man who’s behind all that shit. Your former boss, Nick Fowler. Since you quit the job and tried to find a new one, every company offered you one until you were there for the interview, where they suddenly changed their mind.

“Mhm, was it not a job you liked, dragă?” The familiar voice of your ex-boss comes from next to you. You roll your eyes, turning to face him. “Smoky office, that’s what you considered. A smoky office over the fancy one you had?”

“What I had… what I had was a fucking lie, Fowler,” you growl. It wasn’t all a lie; that he works for the CSI underground systems wasn’t a lie at all. It’s just the fact that underground doesn’t mean anything legal when it comes to Nick.

“You’re still mad at me, dragă?” He asks, raising an eyebrow, and leans back against his car. Nick smirks at you, tilting his head slightly. “Tu îmi aparții. TU. ÎMI. APARȚII! Înțelegi asta, iubirea mea?”

“I don’t belong to you, so get that out of your head,” you growl low in your throat. Nick chuckles, taking a step closer to you. He reaches out, his big hands settling down on your hips and pulling you flush against his muscular chest.

“You still remember what it means.” He says with an amused expression on his face. Nick lowers his head to your ear, his breath warm and tickling against your soft skin. “You know, because you love it. You love being mine, dragă mea.”

You push away, your knees buckling, and you take a shaky breath to calm your nerves down. He knows damn well what he’s doing, and he loves it — the goosebumps as well as the butterflies in your stomach he’s causing.

“It’s not. I know it to remember that I punch every guy who says that,” you growl, glaring at him. You shake your head slightly before you look back into his ocean blue eyes. “What do you offer them that they don’t want me as an employee? Are you telling them I’m bad at my job?”

Nick laughs, leaning back against his car. “I don’t offer anything,” he explains, causing you to huff. Of course, Nick Fowler doesn’t offer anything to anyone; he’s a rich idiot and selfish too. “I dare them to do it if they want their companies to be burned to the ground… I mean not literally, but anyway.”

“You’re such a dick. Threatening people doesn't help you. You think you scare them? You might do that,” you growl, taking a deep breath before taking a step closer to him. You lift your hand to poke one of your fingers into his muscular chest. “I will find a job anyway, Nick.”

“Such a feisty one. That’s what I always liked about you; glad it didn’t change,” he chuckles, grabbing your wrist and pulling you closer. Within a moment he turns the two of you around and forces you with your back against his car.

Nick's free hand settles down on your waist. He pushes you against the car with his body, grinning at you.

“Now you’re all quiet, dragă mea?” He whispers, leaning down. His lips are only inches away from you. “Get in the car; you have a job. And you even got a promotion. Your office will be the one you know as mine. And your seat will be in my lap, or between my legs.”

“You wish—” Nick interrupts you when he presses his plump lips on yours. The kiss is soft, but he still shows who’s the dominant one, his tongue sliding into your mouth and devouring your sweet taste.

“No more discussing. Tu îmi aparții, dragă mea,” he grumbles. Your legs feel wobbly, and you grip his shirt tightly, making the smirk on his lips go wider. Nick's blue eyes glisten, and he chuckles low in his throat. “Now, get in the car, and we are going home.”

Home — your home. The house that belongs to Nick. The house he would renovate and put everything you want into so you will feel as at home in it as he feels around you.

“I love you. I’m sorry. But I can’t let you go, dragă. I might be ruthless and cold, but not with you. You're the only one that keeps me warm and loved, and you know that, don’t you?” He asks softly, waiting for you to nod, and for whatever reason, you nod.

You know that deep down he’s right, and deep down there are feelings for him too. He’s just so handsome and sweet — around you. And he has amazing tits and a biteable ass.

“Prepare your— my pussy to be destroyed. And don’t act all surprised; you think I didn’t read the books you read. Oh, I do.” Even if it's just so he knows what you like, what makes your pussy throb, and how he can get you all for himself, to have you as his mob princess.

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[sosa2imagines]

Broken Hearts. Part 4

Warnings- Angst, threats, possessiveness, manipulation.

The image of your tear-stained cheeks and exhausted form, haunted Nick as he observed your slumber.

Carrying you gently, bridal style, he took great care to ensure your comfort. When he stepped back into the house, Lloyd stood frozen, his worry evident as Nick shook his head, silently requesting silence.

Nick cautiously laid you down on the bed, his touch tender and protective. Stepping out to join Lloyd, Nick found Lloyd's impatience palpable, unable to hide his frustration and concern.

Lloyd's impatience spiked as he demanded answers from Nick. “Will you tell me what's going on? Why does her face look like she's been crying for hours?” His voice carried a mix of anger and desperation. Nick, sensing Lloyd's frustration, calmly gestured for his friend to wait.

He knew that Andy's presence would help provide clarity. When Andy finally arrived, Nick expressed his gratitude, to which Andy responded, “I got here as fast as I could, man.”

Lloyd's impatience and anger exploded as he yelled, “If you're done with the pleasantries, what the hell is going on?”

Nick sighed wearily, rubbing a hand across his face, his frustration palpable. His voice laced with worry, he filled Andy and Lloyd in on the phone call between you and Steve.

“That's it! He deserves to be twelve feet under! How dare he threat my sugar?!” Lloyd seethed, his fists clenching at his sides. “Don't do anything stupid, I'm angry too. But we need to sort this out in a different manner.” Andy suggests, to which Nick agrees.

Nick's fists clenched tightly as he relayed the details of Steve's threat, his voice laced with frustration. “That bastard is threatening Y/n with some video, some guy named Barnes made, and she has no idea about it!”

Upon hearing the name Barnes, Lloyd's eyes widened, a flicker of recognition sparking in his gaze. “Barnes?” he echoed. “Do you know him?” Nick asks. “Bucky Barnes as in ‘James Buchanan Barnes’ is Steve's best friend,” he confirmed, his voice low and intense. “But I don’t know, how he is involved in this.”

“We need to know, if he is serious about the video, what if he is lying to get Y/n back?” Andy suggests.

“We should just kill him,” he hissed through gritted teeth, his fists clenched fiercely. “He's crossed a line, threatened Sugar, and now we know he's linked to Bucky.” The room's tension thickened as Lloyd's fierce declaration hung in the air, the gravity of his suggestion palpable.

Nick's voice was steady and filled with understanding as he appealed to Lloyd's rationality. “Listen, Lloyd... I know you want to take matters into your own hands, believe me, I do too. But Steve's been digging around. He knows about you, May and her family. Y/N went through hell on that phone call. She panicked and begged, but Steve, the son of a bitch that he is, gave her no choice and just ended the call.”

The room fell silent as your voice, heavy with sadness, cut through the conversation. “Lloyd?” you softly spoke, capturing his attention.

His head snapped in your direction, and he immediately pulled you into a warm embrace, providing comfort as you let your tears flow. As you sobbed quietly against Lloyd, he gently held you, his protective presence providing solace amidst the storm.

Lloyd's voice was gruff but soothing as he whispered comforting words, “Shh, Sugar, no more crying. I'll take care of that bastard. Nick told me everything.” He carefully guided you over to the couch, his strong, protective arms still enveloping you, ensuring you felt safe and secure.

Your voice quivered as you shared your fears with Lloyd, the weight of Steve's threats hanging heavily in the air. “Steve is going to ruin my life, if I don't go back to him like a good wife.” you confessed between sobs, the desperation in your eyes evident. The thought of being trapped in Steve's control, being his obedient wife, sent shivers down your spine.

“No, he won't.” Andy assures you, sitting next to you, taking your hands in his. Nick sits on the coffee table in front of you and cups your face, “I told you, me and Lloyd will deal with him. And we will make him pay.”

“If he dares to use the video against you or even if he is lying, just to threaten you, he will not like what happens.” Lloyd smirks rubbing your back. 

Andy's voice broke through the emotional storm, his words sharp and resolute. “Steve really goofed up this time, Y/n. Threatening you? That's against the law.” Andy stated firmly, his gaze fixed on you, offering a glimmer of legal reassurance.

Lloyd's demeanor hardened as he offered a reassuring statement, “Don't you worry, sugar. My trustworthy man is en-route with more information.” The mention of having a reliable source of information added a flicker of hope in the midst of the tumultuous situation.

 As you all are waiting for Lloyd's guy to show up, Lloyd asks you about Bucky. “Sugar how do you know Barnes?”

You stiffen a bit, but Lloyd rubs your back to comfort you sensing your distress. You relax a bit sitting in the middle between Andy and Lloyd and Nick in front of you, you feel safe, surrounded by people who genuinely care for you.

“I met Bucky, before Steve… In fact, he told me he is best friends with Steve.” You look down in your lap, as you bring up your past. Nick gently presses your knee, encouraging you to carry on, you smile.

“Prom night, we met at prom I was alone…” “You were alone?” Lloyd interrupts, making Andy and Nick glare at him, he just shrugs, as you carry on. “Yes, I was alone Lloyd, you were busy with Madison and our sweet Andy was with her sister Megan and Nick joined, after Prom, year later.” Nick smiles, while Andy blushes.

“So I was standing there alone, out of nowhere Bucky came behind me, he made me blush so hard...” “hey, why aren't you dancing doll?”  “Nobody asked me, why aren't you dancing?” “Nobody wants to dance with me...” “Oh…” “You wanna dance with me?” “I'm not a good dancer…” “Neither am I, come on doll.” He took my hand, and lead me to the dance floor.

After dancing for some time, we went out in the garden. We were looking at the sky… it was clear that night, he kept on looking at me… then one thing led to another and we kissed. I thought that was about it, but the next day he asked me out. Of course, I said yes, he was my first everything, you know.

But I swear, I had no idea he was recording us. After we were done, he told me to dress up and dropped me home. I didn't pay much attention to it. For almost two weeks, we were in a relationship, if in today's words ‘friends with benefits’ from his side. On the last day, he told me, we are over, as he is moving to London to look after his family business.

 After he left, Steve came into my life, he took good care of me. Turns out, he was equally alone without his best friend. That's how we ended up together and the rest is history. 

“What about piggy?” Lloyd asks. “Piggy?” You furrow your brows in confusion. “Steve's mistress…” Nick answers on behalf of Lloyd.

Your voice carried a hint of bitterness as you revealed the truth about Peggy. “Peggy never really cared about Steve,” you explained, frowning. “She didn't have any interest in him until he became wealthy. Then, suddenly, she was all over him.” The revelation left a sour taste in your mouth as you pondered the superficial nature of Peggy's intentions.

Your voice quivered with an undercurrent of sadness and regret as you confessed, “Steve always brushed off my concerns about Peggy. He would assure me not to worry, and like a fool, I forgave him each time.” The pain in your words echoed the turmoil within you, as you grappled with the weight of past naivety and misplaced trust.

“I can kill him.” Lloyd suggests and you shook your head, covering your face with your hands.

After some moments, Lloyd's trusted associate, entered the room, his casual attire contrasting sharply with the tense atmosphere. His charismatic presence commanded attention, and his suave demeanour set him apart along with his shaggy hair.

As he settled onto the coffee table next to Nick, his sharp eyes scanned the faces of Lloyd, Andy, and Nick, before finally landing on your tear-stained cheeks. His eyes widened slightly with surprise and sympathy.

“Ah, I see my arrival is a bit late for the party,” Ari quipped, a hint of charm in his voice. His gaze softened as he discreetly nodded in your direction, a silent acknowledgment of your current state.

You wiped away the remnants of tears, feeling a slight blush creep up your cheeks, as you introduced yourself to Ari. “I’m Y/n, L/n” you murmured, attempting a hint of a smile. “Ari Levinson.” he takes your hand, to kiss your knuckles, making Lloyd glare at him, while Nick and Andy try to control their laugh.

“Steve is an idiot, you are so gorgeous.” Ari winks at you, making you blush and Lloyd looks like, he will go on a killing spree, Ari smirks at him. “I got the information you wanted. Shall I begin?”

Part 3- Part 5

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[navybrat817]

See Through You

Pairing: Dark!Nick Fowler x Female Reader Summary: You head to a carnival with your best friend and get more than you bargained for when your handsome neighbor bumps into you. Word Count: Almost 4.8k Warnings: Explicit sexual content, NONCON/DUBCON, unprotected vaginal sex, semi-public sex, choking, mirror sex, possessive behavior, mentions of stalking, breaking and entering, threat of violence and implied violence (not against the reader), Nick Fowler (he's a warning, okay?). A/N: Fix #8 Navy's Trick or Treat Nonsense! Special thanks to @maskedmistress87 who suggested dark!Nick with mirror and choking and @sgt-seabass and @tumblin-theworldaway for spitballing. ❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @buckets-and-trees ​(thanks for the feedback and help!), but any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @firefly-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

It was your best friend's idea to wear costumes to the carnival. Though it wasn't Halloween just yet, it was a good way to get into the spooky holiday spirit. You weren't sure why you decided on a Red Riding Hood costume, but the cape would keep you somewhat warm if it got too cold. So would the stockings. You even got a basket purse so you could carry your things around and keep in theme with the outfit.

If you were lucky, you'd find yourself a big, bad wolf to play with.

After adjusting the cape around your neck, you spritzed yourself with your favorite perfume and carefully set the bottle on your vanity. You always set it to the right of your jewelry box. Strangely, it wasn't in its usual spot the last few days. Just like your robe wasn't yesterday. You swore you set it on the left hook, but when you got out of the shower it was on the right.

It would’ve been easy to write it off as a roommate messing with you, but you lived alone.

“I really need to stop watching scary movies before bed,” you mumbled as you went to your dresser and shut your underwear drawer. It was ajar a few days ago. Had you left your place in such a hurry that you forgot to close it?

The ding of your phone pulled you from your thoughts, giving yourself one more look in your vanity mirror before you went to get the device.

“Two minutes away!” Kiki messaged you.

There was a slight chill in the air as you went outside to wait, but that wasn't why you shivered. Every once in a while, you had the feeling someone was watching you. Like a pair of eyes following your every move. It didn't make sense. There was nothing about you worth watching.

It didn't stop a chill from sliding down your spine as you looked over your shoulder every time you left your home. Or when you thought about the random things that moved around your place. As far as you knew, no one knew where your spare key was. You lost sleep wondering if some creep snuck in. If someone did break in, they didn’t take anything.

But if someone went into your place and didn't steal anything, what did they want?

“Nice costume.”

You jumped at the sound of a familiar voice, almost dropping your phone as you turned toward it. “Nick, you scared me.”

“Sorry,” he smiled, but didn't sound sorry at all.

“Sure you are,” you smiled back, your heart slowing to a steady beat again as you wondered how he managed to sneak up on you.

Nick Fowler moved into your neighborhood a few months ago. He usually kept to himself, but made it a point to give you a nod when he was going to or from work. While you wouldn't say you were friends, he was friendly enough with you and didn't bother anyone. He even helped you fix your cable when it went out some time back. As far as neighbors went, he was a good one.

And a handsome one.

The man turned quite a few heads when he unloaded boxes from the moving truck and you didn’t blame anyone for looking his way. With his athletic build, he carried the heavy items with ease. He had the bluest eyes you’d ever seen and his short, dark hair only helped to make them stand out more. The scruff surrounding his lips and along his chin looked long enough to leave a delicious burn if it ever touched your skin. You hardly ever saw him smile at anyone, except you. And he smirked at you on more than one occasion.

Like he had a secret he was itching to tell you.

“You okay?” He asked, taking a step closer. “You seem a little jumpier than usual.”

“Just a little tired. Haven't slept well the last few nights.”

“Is everything okay?”

You debated telling him what was going on since he sounded concerned, but decided against it. You didn't need to burden him with that. Besides, nothing was wrong. Just the spooky season getting under your skin. “Oh, yeah. Everything's fine. I’ll probably end up crashing when I get back.”

“Well, I'm here if you need anything,” he said after a moment. Those blue eyes of his meticulously looked over your costume. “So, you have a fun night planned?”

You almost tightened your cape around your body to hide from his gaze. Not that his attention wasn't flattering. It was kind of nice. Plus he was single as far as you knew and you never noticed him bringing anyone around. “Yeah. Going out with a friend."

Nick frowned a little. “He isn't wearing a wolf costume, is he?”

You swore there was a hint of jealousy in his tone, but you were probably imagining it. “No, she isn't,” you said, smiling as his shoulders relaxed.

“Well, it’s a great costume. You honestly look good enough to eat,” he said, chuckling a bit when heat crawled up your neck. “Sorry. I hope that didn’t sound bad.”

“No, don’t be sorry. I appreciate the compliment,” you said, both of you smiling as the warmth continued to move up to your face. “Do you have any plans?”

“I may watch a movie,” he said, running his fingers through his short hair. You tried not to stare at the veins in his hands or the way his sweater hugged his muscular frame. “It's too bad you can't join me.”

Your eyebrows shot up, not expecting his offer. Was it an actual offer? He hadn't invited you over to his place before. “Is it a scary movie? I like them, but sometimes they…”

“Scare you?” he guessed, his smile sympathetic as you nodded. “Well, you don't have to worry about any bad guys with me around. I can keep you safe.”

You smiled softly before Kiki pulled up to the curb. “Maybe another time?”

“Yeah, maybe,” he said, seemingly disappointed as he nodded toward the car. “Have fun at the carnival.”

Your smile slipped a little as he walked toward his place. “Thanks,” you called out, quickly getting into the car.

“Hey! Isn't that your super hot neighbor?” Kiki asked as you buckled yourself in.

“Yeah,” you replied, looking in the mirror as she drove off. Nick had stopped before he went inside and watched as the two of you drove away. It made you shiver. “He kind of invited me over to his place.”

“What?! And you're in here with me?” she asked, lightly smacking your arm. “You should've gone with him or invited him to come with us. You could’ve gotten laid tonight.”

At the reminder of your recent lack of sex life, you sighed. There was nothing wrong with having fun, but you wanted a bit more than that. Not like anyone had shown interest in you as of late. There was the guy who lived across the street who flirted with you weeks back, but he pretty much avoided contact with you the next day.

You wondered if he moved out since you hadn’t seen him since.

“You were already on your way and I didn’t want to just invite him,” you said, loosening your grip on your purse when your fingers began to ache. “It's weird though. He told me to have fun at the carnival, but I don't remember ever telling him I was going.”

How did he know?

“Maybe he guessed. Or maybe you mentioned it and forgot. I mean, you did say you haven't been sleeping well lately.”

“That's my own fault,” you said.

“Well, lack of sleep could be messing with your memory. And may I remind you that I told you to stop watching scary movies? They always make you jumpy,” she said, glancing over at you as her smile faded. Nick even noticed your jumpiness. “Look, we can skip this and go tomorrow. I don't mind.”

You shook your head and brushed the strange feeling off. She was right. Those films made you paranoid and she didn't need to deal with that. “No, it's okay. We deserve some fun.”

“You want some real fun, go visit your neighbor when you get back. He looks like he knows how to fuck.”

“I'm sure he does,” you giggled. You had no doubt about that. “But I'm not going to find out tonight.”

“You might. Who knows? He may even show up at the carnival to hunt you down.”

You both laughed, your smile bright and happy again. No one was going to hunt you down. No one was watching you. Your life wasn't some creepy movie. You just needed to relax and have a good time.

The carnival was in full swing, booming with cheerful music and shouts from people on the brightly lit rides. As you followed Kiki though, you kind of regretted not taking Nick up on his offer to hang out. Not even thirty minutes after you arrived, your best friend bumped into a hot guy. Literally bumped into him and almost spilled her drink on his shirt. Both of them had hearts in their eyes and they had been attached at the hip since. While you were glad she was having a good time, you were starting to feel a bit like a third wheel.

You also had that impression that someone was watching you again. Your skin prickled as you looked to the left and right, wishing the feeling would go away. It was silly. No one was looking at you. Everything was fine.

“Hey,” you said, tapping Kiki on her arm as she laughed at some corny joke. “I think I may explore on my own a bit.”

Her face fell as she looked between you and her new beau. “You sure? We can-”

“I'm sure. Really,” you assured her. She deserved to have a good time and would've encouraged you to do the same if you bumped into a guy. “I'll text you in a bit so we can meet back up?”

“Or I can give you a ride home.”

Surprise was written all over your face as you spun around. That was the second time Nick made you jump today, an amused smile on his face as you held your chest. He was in the same outfit you saw him in earlier, but he now had a sticker on the left side of his chest that stated, “Hi! My name is NICK”.

“What are you doing here?” You asked, his smile immediately fading as you took a breath. Your tone was a lot sharper than you intended. “I'm sorry. You just scared me again.”

Nick peered at you before he sighed. “Didn't mean to scare you or eavesdrop. I got bored watching the movie and decided to check this place out,” he said, glancing down at his feet for a moment. “I tried waving a minute ago, but I guess you didn't see me.”

You felt like a bitch. Maybe that was why you thought someone was watching you. It really was all in your head. “Sorry, I didn't see you.”

“Sorry I scared you again,” he said.

“It's okay. Really.”

“Well, neighbor, since you're here, you two should hang out,” Kiki suggested, giving you an encouraging smile.

What did you have to lose? “Would you like to join me?”

Your neighbor's smile was back on his handsome face. “Yeah, I'd like that.”

Kiki nudged you forward, moving you closer to Nick as your stomach flipped. “Text me when you leave or if you still need a ride.”

“Don't worry. I'll take care of her," Nick promised as she walked off with her new guy on her arm, leaving the two of you alone. “Lead the way."

“Okay," you said, maintaining a bit of distance as you walked beside him. You had no clue if you wanted to play games or go on a ride. “Anything in particular you want to do?”

“You.”

Your head twisted in his direction so quickly you almost hurt yourself. “What?”

“I said ‘boo’,” he said, pointing in front of him. The two-story, brightly lit funhouse had a bunch of random words on the panels, including “boo”. Why did you think he said “you”? God, you needed to get a grip. “Should we do that? It could be fun.”

With a small laugh, you nodded. “Fun in a funhouse,” you said, stopping when the carnival worker at the entrance held up his hand.

“I’m about to go on my break. Come back in thirty minutes.”

“Oh. Okay,” you said, shrugging a little at Nick. Maybe you could find something else to do.

Nick, however, didn’t budge. “That’s quite a break. Tell you what,” he said, taking out his wallet and pulling out a bill. The worker’s eyes lit up when he saw the amount. “Why don’t you take your break and let us go in anyway? We won’t cause any trouble.”

“Stay the whole time for all I care,” the guy said, taking the money with a toothy grin and letting both of you go past to walk up the steps. “Enjoy!” he added, roping it off with a “closed” sign before he walked away.

“Go ahead,” Nick urged, waiting for you to finish going up the stairs first.

The normally whimsical music sounded strange to your ears. Maybe it felt spooky since you knew you were the only two that would be inside. Or maybe it was because the movie you watched a couple of nights ago took place in a funhouse. A group of teens went in. Nobody made it out. No, this wouldn't be anything like that.

“We really could’ve just come back,” you said, holding onto the railing as the stairs shifted back and forth. You didn’t hear Nick follow right away. Glancing back, you swore you saw him check out your ass. Not that he could see much thanks to the cape.

“You might have decided to leave before we made it back this way,” he said as you came across a spinning barrel. Just staring at it made you slightly dizzy. “Not that it would’ve been a bad thing if we left since Kiki ditched you so quickly.”

“She didn’t ditch me,” you argued as you stepped into the barrel. The sound of a laughing clown filled your ears as you did your best to walk in a straight line. “She deserves some fun,” you added, regaining your balance once you stepped onto a normal floor again.

Nick followed you so silently that you didn’t realize he was right behind you until his lips touched your ear. “So do you.”

Hot air shot out of the ceiling above your head with a piercing whistle, giving you an excuse to jump away as your heart pounded. His eyes sparkled in amusement at your reaction. “Like I said, fun in the funhouse,” you teased, putting your hands along the walls as the hallway grew narrow. It was still large enough for you to squeeze through.

“Especially since we have the place to ourselves,” he reminded you.

A shiver rolled down your spine. You wondered exactly what kind of fun he wanted to have and if you should’ve chosen your words more carefully. “You know,” you began as you stumbled into a Hall of Mirrors, frowning as you realized there wasn’t an open door or space to move through. Which mirror did you have to push to get to the next room? “You didn’t say why you were wearing a nametag.”

“It's my costume," he said, tilting his head like the answer was obvious.

You glanced around to see if any of the mirrors had any smudges, anything to give away which direction to go. They were all clean. “And what exactly are you supposed to be?"”

He smirked as he met your reflection in one of the mirrors. “I’m dressed as your neighbour who’s gonna fuck you until you can’t remember anything but my name."

You nearly fell into the mirror and he quickly caught your arm to keep you upright, the grip a bit tighter than you expected. “Excuse me?”

“You heard me," he shrugged a little as he stepped closer. “Almost wore a wolf costume so I could chase you down. The subtle hints I've dropped aren’t working, so I might as well spell it out for you.”

You tried to figure out if he was joking or not. Your reaction was to giggle. A nervous, soft laugh that seemed to wipe his smirk away. “Is that why you came here tonight? You were hoping you'd fuck me?” you asked, remembering your earlier talk with Kiki. “I don’t even remember telling you I was coming here.”

He tapped his ear. “I heard you on the phone with your friend.”

“I was in my bedroom when we made those plans. There’s no way you could've…” you trailed off, a sense of dread pooling in your stomach as he stared at you. Did his eyes always have a dangerous glint to them? “Nick, how did you hear that phone call?”

“Take a wild guess, sweetheart.”

You swallowed a little. “It’s you, isn’t it? You’ve been messing with me.”

It sounded crazy to your ears and you didn’t want to believe it because blaming it on irrational fear was easier. But the single, unashamed nod he gave you almost made you crumble. “I never told you what I do for work, but I’m good with setting up bugs and cameras. And such a sweet thing like you living so close, I couldn't help myself,” he explained casually, like he wasn’t admitting to something completely messed up. “You make such pretty noises when you touch yourself.”

“You watched me,” you whispered, your head spinning when he smirked. He watched you in your intimate, private moments. What else did he do?

“Knocking out your cable gave me the perfect excuse to get inside your place without raising suspicion. You never would've invited me over otherwise. Though you really should be more careful where you keep your spare key. Made it way too easy for me to make a copy.”

You held your stomach to keep from getting sick. So many thoughts raced through your mind as he advanced on you. Why had you ignored your instincts? Did your attraction to him partially blind you? “Why?”

“Because I wanted to. Because you’re mine. Take you pick,” he said, wrapping a hand around your neck before you could move back. “You have no idea how tempted I was to break down your door and fuck you after watching the footage. Or every time I snuck into your place. I even moved things around in the hope you’d turn to me and let me 'help you' figure out what was happening, but you didn’t. You kept your distance. Your little ‘hard to get’ act was cute, but a man can only take so much.”

Each word he spoke added a new layer of dread and alarm. He squeezed a little when you tried to pry his hand away, tears blurring your vision. Shouting wouldn’t do you any good, but it didn’t stop the screams in your mind. “I wasn't playing hard to get. I liked you,” you managed to say.

“And you weren't trying to lead that flirty neighbor on either, but you're too sweet for your own good. Don't worry. I took care of him. He'll never bother you again,” he smirked as your blood ran cold. What did he do? “Or anyone else for that matter.”

The man was insane. “Nick, you-”

He cut you off when he pressed his soft and warm lips against your mouth. You were two seconds away from biting into his bottom lip when he spun you around and shoved your front against the closest, normal mirror. It didn’t budge. “I’m tired of waiting for you to come around,” he said, yanking your cape off. “Tired of just watching when I know you belong to me.”

You froze, unable to fight or yell when he shoved your costume up. No one would hear you over the sounds of the carnival and the worker running the attraction wasn't close by. Why weren’t you fighting? Why couldn’t you do anything to stop him?

“Nick, let’s talk,” you tried to reason. “Please, you don’t have to do this.”

The sound of him tearing your underwear away made the first tear fall. “We're past the talking stage,” he snarled, kicking your legs apart before you whimpered. You weren’t sure if it was the sound that softened his gaze or the sight of your tears. “I’m not going to hurt you, sweetheart. That’s the last thing I want to do.”

His words did nothing to soothe you when he undid his pants. “You are hurting me,” you whispered. He hurt you by bringing fear into your life when he could've just asked you out.

“Am I?” he asked, parting your opening with his fingers. He chuckled darkly as he pushed a digit in with no warning. “Then why are you so wet?”

You whined in denial, but he was right. Arousal trickled along your thighs, your hole aching with the need for him to fill you with something larger than his finger. What was wrong with you? “No,” you moaned.

“Don’t deny me,” he growled, nosing along your neck before he bit down. You yelped, the sharp pain making you tighten around his finger. “Oh, sweetheart, we’re going to have so much fun together.”

Your body betrayed your will as he played with you and you were thankful momentarily when he pulled out. The relief was short-lived when you looked over your shoulder, just in time to watch him unzip his pants and take his hard cock out of his underwear. He’d break you with his size. “You can’t, please.”

“Yes, I can,” he said as he pressed the head of his cock against your sopping wet entrance. “Now be good and take what I give you.”

“Don't-”

“The only thing I want to hear you say is my name. Let’s let your pussy tell me how much you want me.”

You screamed as he pushed inside, your walls burning as you tried to accommodate for the size of him. He hadn’t prepped you nearly enough, though your arousal took some of the pain away. He didn’t pause to give you a chance to adjust either, as if the wet sound of you sucking his cock in gave him permission to take what he believed belonged to him.

“Fuck, your pussy feels better than I imagined,” he groaned, your resolve cracking as you opened your eyes. He forced you to meet his gaze in the mirror and you watched in horrid fascination as he took you. The surrounding glass showed every angle of his claim, your reality becoming more and more distorted. He surrounded you. Consumed you. “And it’s all mine.”

You made a small sound as you braced your hands on the glass, forced to feel every drag of his cock. The more he moved, the more you tried to grind your hips back against his. It was shameful for you to like it, humiliating that you wanted to get off because of him. It was as if your body no longer belonged to you and maybe it never did. Otherwise, why would you want this?

“When I get you home, I’ll take my time. Get you addicted to my cock,” he grunted, smiling at the glazed look in your eyes. “I’ll record it. Make you see how much you love it.”

“Nick,” you gasped when he put his hand around your throat again, a silent command not to close your eyes or look away. You moved a hand to his wrist when it became harder to breathe. He loosened his grip enough for you to inhale and slid his hand down to your chest, squeezing one of your breasts with a moan. You moaned, too.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Look at you. Look at us,” he groaned as he thrust faster. The hand on your chest moved back to your throat when he reached under your skirt. “See how perfect we are together? How well you take my cock? You know you belong to me.”

The sloppy sounds of your cunt got louder as he found your clit and rubbed it quickly. It was almost too much, but you craved more. What was the point of denying him when your pussy kept trying to pull him back in? Why fight the inevitable pleasure when your body surrendered to him?

You weren’t sure how much time had passed and it didn’t matter. You were lucky to remember your own name. He was fucking you dumb and you wondered why the fear faded. You knew it would return when he finished, but you felt ecstasy for now.

“My fucking slut. Never letting you go,” he said, pinching the bundle of nerves with a smirk as you breathed his name. The familiar twist of pleasure grew and his name was the only word you said as dark indulgence flooded your veins. You were going to come and there was nothing you could do to stop it. “So come for me. Right. Fucking. Now.”

The rough demand made your fluttering hole squeeze around him almost painfully. You struggled to hold back, but the release washed over you like a tidal wave. All you could do was helplessly pant as you trembled, his soaked cock thrusting still so he could join you in sweet bliss. And you wanted it. You wanted him to come inside you.

You could hate yourself later for wanting it so badly.

“You. Are. Mine,” he growled, his name falling from your lips as he tipped over the edge. You spasmed around him still as he finished, your cunt filled to the brim. “Mine.”

You gasped for air as he buried his face in your neck, your body shaking as you pressed your forehead against the glass. Your mouth opened, but no words came out. Maybe once you had the strength you'd run. Scream. Cry.

“Look at me,” Nick breathed, his lips touching your pulse. You blinked some of the haze from your eyes as you lifted your head, your heart still racing out of control. Minus the darkened tint in his cheeks, he looked normal. Not a hair out of place. Like he hadn't forced himself on you. “Didn't have to be like this, but it would've happened no matter what."

You nodded, believing him. He took you in the middle of the funhouse without a care of getting caught. He got what he wanted.

“And don't even think about running away from me or I'll chase you down,” he added.

Feeling his spend slide out of you as he pulled out helped the reality of the situation sink in. He took you and you didn't stop him. “I won't,” you answered in a small voice you didn't recognize as he tucked himself away and fixed his pants.

“Good,” he smiled, retrieving your cape from the ground and wrapping it back around you. “Because I'd hate for anything to happen to Kiki. Such a nice coincidence that some guy bumped into her, isn't it?”

You shook your head quickly, tears forming in your eyes again. “No, don't hurt her,” you begged. If what he said about your neighbor was true…

Nick cooed as he framed your face and gently kissed your lips. It was so tender and you almost believed he was capable of being good. Almost. “Be mine and I won't.”

He said it casually, but his eyes told you not to defy him. “I'm yours,” you whispered.

“Good girl,” he said, pulling a hand away to check his watch. “Time's almost up. Let's go.”

You had a hard time moving your feet, but he put an arm around you to help. It was like you were drunk, unable to see or think straight as he quickly found which mirror to exit through. You just wanted to go home, but he took your safe haven away.

Was Nick Fowler your villain or was he an antihero for doing whatever it took to get you?

“Don't worry. We'll let Kiki know you got home safely. You can even tell her I asked you out tonight,” he said, flashing a smile at you that made him look like he'd take a bite out of you. “And when we get back to my place, I'll get you addicted to my cock like I promised.”

So, what do we think? Love and thanks for reading! 🧡

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Y/N struggled against his bonds as he looked up at the men watching him intensely. One was smirking and the other one was frowning. "You know I've seen where this kind of stuff heads in fanfiction and porn. The victim gets all hot and horny with the two villain-daddy type bad guys. Oh, the cliché."

Lloyd Hansen smirks. "Oh, someone has a very interesting fantasy. Maybe you'd like us to make it a reality for you? What do you say, Nicky? Feel like helping him out before we torture him?"

Nick Fowler looks at Y/N and takes a drink of his bourbon before he walks towards him, a lustful and crazy look in his blue eyes as Y/N whimpers with a small smile.

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Back To Black (Teaser)

Description: When the Winter soldier experiments go wrong on your fiance Crown Prince James Barnes and he ends up crippled and unstable, you call the engagement off and your family proposes that the alliance can still be on if his family pairs you up with his twin brother Nick instead. All seems to be fine and dandy until James breaks out of the lab one night and comes straight for you, razing everyone who stands in his way.

Pairing: Dark!Winter Soldier James Bucky Barnes | Morally Gray Princess!You. 

Disclaimer: I do not own James Bucky Barnes or The Winter Soldier (sadly). This story will contain dark and mature content. Minors do not interact.  

Warnings: Dubcon, morally gray!reader, opportunistic reader, smut with plot, dark!Bucky, Nick is a dick, angst, winter soldier, exhibitionism, choking, hair pulling, slapping, humiliation, degradation, dumbification, manhandling, unprotected p-in-v, missionary and doggy style, breeding kink, creampie, fear kink, power imbalance, Bucky's metal arm (?), pet names (rosey, baby), Daddy kink, sir kink, collar and leash.

Status: Complete.

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Clockwork AU

— Mob Boss!Prime Alpha!Nick Fowler x Omega!Reader

— Written by @sgt-seabass

Software/Tools used - Adobe Photoshop

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Omg imagine innocent!Y/n being Soft Dark!Nick Fowler’s assistant at the CIA (in an AU where he wasn’t caught at the end) and he tells her that he’s “promoting” her, and he has her also be his assistant with his less than legal activities… Also he has her work out of an office in his fancy apartment, pretty much having her move into his high rise apartment (he honestly is just in love with her and wants to keep her close, can’t let her get away like Mace did). Throughout her first day of her promotion, she starts to notice the red flags that show that what Nick is doing isn’t an extension of the CIA, it’s criminal activity, and the people that she is calling to set up meeting with Nick and the people coming in and out of his expensive apartment are very clearly criminals, but he tells her not to worry and she trusts him so she lets it go. That is until she walks into his office (without knocking) to give him paperwork and she literally witnesses him offing someone . He’d definitely sigh that she didn’t knock, but would guide her to sit down before she passed out from shock and call her his good girl as he gently rubs his hand on her back to calm her down🥺

Nick would obviously think her innocence is cute🥰 also he would spoil the hell out of her cause why not🥰 he’s Nick Fowler, he’s going to spoil her no matter what. I think she’d be looking at the papers in her hands to make she has all of them when she walks in the room without knocking. He wouldn’t be mad at her for not knocking. He would let her off with a warning. Nick is quick to catch her when she passes out and he tends to her till she wakes up. Nick would tell her what she saw stays between him and her. When she agrees to keep it between just them, he says “Good girl.”