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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 1 month ago

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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

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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.

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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?”

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beyondthefold · 2 years ago

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SEBASTIAN STAN as NICK FOWLER The 355 (2022) | dir. Simon Kinberg

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anikenobis · 2 years ago

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The 355 (2022) dir. Simon Kinberg

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myfictionaldreams · 2 years ago

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Day 27: Gloryhole - Nick Fowler

Summary: You worked in a club that catered to the wealthy and powerful, with the job to satisfy them all in whatever way they wished. But what happens when the person needing satisfaction happens to be your boss, Nick Fowler?

Tags: 18+ readers only, smut, reader!stripper/prostitute, multiple customers, oral (m!receiving), degradation, possessive, deepthroat, fingering, glory hole, rough sex, praise kink, sir kink, creampie

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Everyone gathered in the centre of the club, lounging on the lavish couches or on the edge of the stage that had multiple poles and dancing areas. The place was squeaky clean and, in the brightness, looked pretty respectable for a nightclub, showing the hundreds of thousands of dollars spent by the owner on maintaining the building. However, once the lights began to dim and the music turned up to a deafening level, the club became a haven for those with power and money to do whatever seedy activities they wished.

It paid well, especially the tips from specific customers, so you were more than happy to get dolled up every night and pleasure men and women in the back rooms, dance, or perform if it was what they wished.

Picking at your intricately designed nails, you chatted casually with the other girls and one of the security, waiting for the boss to come and inform everyone where they were positioned for the day. To ensure that your skills are kept up to top quality, the girls are usually moved around, and today, you were hoping to avoid being on the stage, needing a break from spinning and dancing as your muscles were starting to feel the strain of it.

The whispers hushed to silence as Mr Fowler strutted in, his signature smirk and crisp suit hugging his body to perfection. You couldn’t help but straighten your posture, the nervous butterflies fluttering in your stomach that always seemed to come whenever he was in the room. He was a powerful man and your boss, making your need to impress him more severe.

“Evening, everyone. I hope you’ve all had a good night's sleep because you’ve got a long night ahead of you. We have some special guests tonight who have heard the rumours on my…samplings”, he gestured to the girls around the room that he’d made sure all had different ethnicities, shapes, heights, eye colours, everything you could possibly think of to appease to whoever would come and spend their money in his club. With his hands in his pockets, Mr Fowler began leisurely walking around the room, addressing each girl and where he wanted them to be.

Your breaths paused as he stopped before you, his startling bright eyes exploring your body, which was covered in a dressing gown as you’d decided to change after finding out where you would be working tonight. Refraining from letting your eyes roll as his exquisite aftershave floated over your senses, you waited for your instructions.

“Sweetheart, you’ll be in the hole. I want you to be at your very best today. I’ll be sending my special guests to you throughout the night as they like to keep things anonymous”.

He only continued with his instructions to the other girls once you’d responded with a nod and “Yes, sir”, but his eyes lingered on your bottom lip that you’d tugged between your teeth.

It had been a while since you’d been to the glory hole, but you were somewhat thankful for this as it wasn’t as strenuous as dancing on stage for hours. You also took it as a compliment in a sick sort of way that he had trusted you to be in his most famous of locations, especially with there being some important guests.

As everyone was dismissed, you walked to your locker and prepared for the night. There wasn’t much point wearing clothes when you’d be switching between using your mouth, pussy, hands and ass if it was what the customer wished for. So, you kept the dressing gown on and collected a pillow, bottle of water, towel, and some lube.

The glory hole was in a unique set of cubicle toilets; however, even this was luxurious and not anything like the dark and dingy glory holes you were used to seeing on porn websites. Instead, it was bright and welcoming, even if it was designed to be a toilet other than the hole in the cubicle at the end. Waving to the security guy who was stationed outside of the door, you entered and breathed in the regal scents from the air fresheners as you walked to your stall. There was a small shelf above the toilet that you placed all your items on except for the pillow, which you placed on the floor, knowing you’d spend a lot of time tonight using your both and wasn’t prepared to destroy your knees by being on them for hours on the marble flooring.

As the music increased, you sat on the toilet lid and scrolled through your phone, waiting patiently for the first customer. 20 minutes pass, and the door opens, the music intensifying for a moment and then dimming as the door clicks closed. Quietly, you switched your phone off and slid onto your knees, getting comfortable on the pillow as you heard the customer step into the toilet cubicle next to yours and could see a flash of expensive-looking pinstripe suit through the circular hole in the wall.

Seconds pass, and then a had cock is slipping through the hole. Your mouth descends onto it instantly, licking a long strip up the underside. It was a couple of inches long, so you had no issue taking the length entirely, which seemed to please whoever was on the receiving end of the oral sex if the groans were anything to go by.

He didn’t last very long as you gathered the cum into your mouth and quietly spat it into the tissue. You’d learnt from past mistakes that swallowing too much cum on a night like this only made it settle heavy in your stomach and left you feeling queasy by the end of the night. It wasn’t like they could see anyway, as the customers were usually zipping themselves up and exiting.

The next few were in similar situations. They were sticking their dick through the hole, and you were sucking or jerking them off to completion. Every so often, there would be someone who wanted to dirty talk, calling you their slut, whore or other unimaginative derogatory names that increased the firmness of their length. It was all white noise to you. You were here to do one job, which, to be truthful, you did very well, so if they wanted to be vulgar, they could because, at the end of the day, you were still getting a fat paycheck.

There were occasions when the customers would push a wad of rolled-up dollars through the hole as they zipped themselves up again, which you happily stacked on the shelf. These were your favourite customers, and sometimes, when you were lucky, you’d have a couple of fingers stick through the hole, wishing to pleasure you and hear your moans. Most of the time, you faked it as it was always an awkward angle, or they just thought ramming their fingers in and out without any clitoral play would ever be enough. It wasn’t, but they didn’t need to know that you were faking an orgasm as you scrolled through TikTok.

The night passed by steadily, and so far, you’d received very positive responses from the customers, and even though your jaw was aching and hands tingling from the amount of squeezing you’d been doing, it was definitely one of your better nights. It had also become incredibly warm in the windowless room, so your dressing gown had been hung on the back of the door so that you were completely naked.

The door opens and closes as you rush to shut the water bottle in your hand, swallowing the cool liquid that soothed the dryness in your mouth. Slow, calculated steps echo and bounce off the walls as you wait on your knees for the next customer, not thinking anything of the powerful stride walking towards you. The cubicle's door opens and shuts with the lock finding its home as you try to peep through the hole to have a glimpse as to who is next.

A flash of a black suit and then a thick, long cock is passing through the hole. Your eyes widen for a second, staring at the dick in front of you. It was the best-looking cock that had been in here tonight. The dark pubes were perfectly trimmed. Even though it had an incredible length, it still was rock hard and throbbing in the air, the veins bulging along the shaft and the bulbous tip a beautiful deep maroon that you complimented would look good as a lipstick shade.

Whoever it was, had a magnificent member that for once had your abdomen warming with arousal, and you hoped that whoever it was would ask to fuck your pussy, just to feel your walls stretch around it.

You licked the palm of your hand, deciding to get a feel of him first. Your fingers only just reached each other as you wrapped around his shaft, feeling the velvety soft skin and the firmness of the thumping blood beneath the surface. He was hot in your hand, and as you squeezed him tightly and moved your fist towards his tip, a clear drip of precum bubbled into the hole.

Your tongue darted out, catching the liquid and swallowing. The moan you produced was genuine because, for once, whoever it was, the skin tasted clean and not like he’d been sitting in his ball juice for hours on end. Even the precum had a satisfying salty taste to it, but you blamed those thoughts on the increasing flame between your legs.

Sitting up further on your knees, your tongue began to gently lap at the underside of his cock, following the movements of your fist. As you reached the base, the overwhelming scent of aftershave brushed over your nose as you completely froze, eyes widening and breath stilling.

A deep chuckle that you recognised immediately floated from the other toilet. “Hmm, finally recognised me at last, have you, sweetheart?” Mr Fowler confirmed your suspicions. Your body didn’t know how to handle this news. One the one had it still in fear, throat drying and heart pounding beneath your ribs. However, it also burned even more desperately with the need to satisfy him and do something you had been hoping for for months.

Even though Nick Fowler was an incredibly handsome man, he had always kept to himself, never once indulging in the girls he employed, which helped to gain the trust of the employees. This was a double-edged sword for you, having always found him attractive beyond words, but knowing any advances that you made would be worthless and potentially see that you were fired.

So now that he was here, cock resting on your tongue and in your palm, you were conflicted with what to do.

“You see, I’ve been hearing some very, very good things about the goings on in here. So much so that these gentlemen tonight have booked in with us for a further four nights, which means my profit has increased a whole fucking lot. And that’s all down to the perfect princess in the end stall.”

You weren’t entirely sure what to say. It wasn’t like you’d been going out of your way to pleasure the people coming and going from the glory hole; you’d just been doing your regular sucking and touching, so to hear him speaking so highly of your work had a deep shiver running down your spine and pooling between your legs.

“With all the high praise, I thought it would be a good idea to come and see what all the fuss was about. Test the goods, if you will. Do you think you can handle me, Princess?”

Your eyes fluttered close at the nickname, as simple as it was, the way his deep, sultry voice seemed to kiss the air, making everything seem like the most cheek-warming compliment; you were ready just about to do anything your boss asked of you.

“Yes, sir”, was your quick verbal response before your sexual acts continued. Squeezing your fingers around his cock again, your mouth moved at the same time to the very tip, wrapping your warm lips around him entirely and letting the natural weight of him lay against your tongue.

Closing your eyes, you tried to forget that it was your boss on the other side of the wall and that this was probably the most crucial blowjob that you’d ever given before.

Your mouth filled with salvia, helping to wet his length as you lapped over his size with delicate little licks as your hand moved up and down the base of his shaft. Mr Fowler sucked in a breath through his teeth as his cock throbbed in your mouth. “Didn’t think you’d be such a tease, show me what you’ve got, Sweetheart”.

Your smile for a moment before taking more of his length into your mouth, pressing your flat tongue against the sensitive underside and hollowing your cheeks to suck him in. Opening your eyes, you watched more of his cock disappear into your mouth as you forced yourself to relax your throat, a skill you had mastered since working for him.

Nearly the entire length of your boss’ cock slipped down your throat, causing a bulge with how your airflow was completely cut off, the lining of your eyes flooding with tears from the overwhelming sensation. There was still a portion of his member that hadn’t entered the warm cavernous home of your mouth, so your hand squeezed and tugged so he was utterly stimulated.

“Fuck! I knew that pretty little mouth of yours would be trouble”, Nick groaned, trying to push his hips against the wall to try and fuck your face. You tried not to choke on his length at the tiny compliment mixed into his words.

Pulling back slowly, you made sure to suck his cock thoroughly whilst licking every inch that you could. Now you knew he liked what you could do; you were desperate to see just how much you were able to make him moan.

You deepthroated him again, choking and holding your breath, eyes continuing to water and more saliva filling your mouth. Eventually, you were able to find the perfect rhythm of bobbing your head up and down his cock, listening to the gruff quiver of his voice as his palm slapped against the wall of the toilets as he became delirious due to the pleasure.

It was nearly unbearable how turned on you were. Your throbbing clit was begging to be touched so gently you spread your knees and slipped your unused hand to gently circle it, adding pressure whenever he made a noise like a reward for yourself.

The evidence of your arousal was soaking over the tips of your thighs, drenching the two fingers being used to stimulate yourself. Eventually, you needed more, especially as your chin was becoming coated in drool as the blowjob became more sloppy. Lowering your fingers, you couldn’t help and bust in a moan that caused your throat to vibrate around the cock within as those two wet fingers slipped into your hole and curled.

“Holy shit, do that again”, Mr Fowler begged behind the thin wall. You moaned again as your hips bucked to meet your finger's movements. “That feels so fucking good, I knew I’d never regret hiring you. Do you only offer your mouth?”

You pulled off the end of his mouth with an audible ‘pop’ and swallowed thickly the considerable amount of saliva in your mouth as you tried to find your words. “No, they can have any part of me they’d like”. As you explained, you pumped his cock with both hands, forgetting about your pleasure for a moment.

“Good girl,” his praise was like a sweet symphony to your ears. “Has anyone else used the other services tonight?”

“No, Sir. Only my mouth and hands; a couple have fingered me but nothing else”.

Nick growled as his fingers appeared over the top of the cubicle as he tried to hold onto something. As you wished for a moment that, there was a camera in his toilet so you could see him flush against the wall, holding on for dear life. “So you’re telling me that all those powerful people out there are spending all their money for another four days just because of a couple of sucks and tugs? You really are special, aren’t you? Maybe I shouldn’t have been so quick to share you in here and keep you all to myself”.

Biting your lip, you tried to stop yourself from grinning, just listening to him becoming possessive, which was a widespread occurrence during these intimate acts. Many of the people were so overcome with the pleasure that they’d decided that they would keep you all to themselves to use if and when they needed you. Usually, it earned an eye-roll, but right now, you were dripping wet and ready to hand in your notice if it meant you could just stay by his side and suck his cock every day.

“I’d be more than happy to let you feel my other talents, sir”, you suggested before thinking it through properly. Not that you’d regret this offer, as you were incredibly horny and wanted nothing more than to please him further.

The wall between you both creaked under the pressure of Nick’s hands gripping the top as his hips began rocking, causing his cock to push and pull through the hole. “Oh, princess, you have no idea how badly I want that right now”.

With great enthusiasm, you stood on shaky legs, ignoring the pins and needles that formed in the balls of your feet, having been on your knees for so long and turned around, facing away from the glory hole. Spreading your legs and reaching between them, you grasped his cock once more and began to position him between your legs, where you closed them firmly, trapping his length between your damp thighs.

You rocked your hips, causing his dick to press against your pussy folds, rubbing your clit and for him, he was trapped in the tight, wet hold of your legs as he fucked your thighs.

“So fucking wet and soft”, he muttered under his breath, and once more, you wish you could have been watching his face, wondering if his eyes were just as glazed as how yours were feeling at that moment.

You had him fucking your thighs for a few moments longer and then decided to change things up, not wanting to wait anymore as your feet widened the stance, and his cock nudged against your hole.

The moan you released was mouthwatering for Nick as he felt the sensitive tip of his cock become lost within your tight, gummy walls. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your hips moved backwards, slowly to give yourself a chance to adjust to his thick size until your cheeks were flush against the wall.

“You’re so big, sir”, you blurt out, body shaking with trepidation at the pressure of being stretched for him.

“I am, but you’re taking me so well, Princess”. Even his encouraging words had you mewling with quivers, wanting and needing more of him.

Leaning forward, you reached out to the other side of the wall, pushing off of it to help you ride his cock in the limited position that you had with the glory hole. Thankfully, Mr Fowler began to fuck the wall, so you were both thrusting into each other with increasing speed and strength. He seemed to fit you perfectly, stroking against all of those special nerves that built the tightening warmth in your core. Each time he pushed back inside of you was like a million exploding fireworks of pleasure to blossom throughout your body. You never wanted it to end.

As you tried to rise onto your tip toes to try and push back onto his harder, your pussy suddenly clamped down harder around him, like it was laying claim to him, holding him tightly and never wanting to let him go.

“Sir, oh my- I’m cumming, Sir, please don’t stop!”. You were thinking of nothing else but the cock pounding into your pussy, begging him with everything that you had for this orgasm to reach its peak.

“I can feel you, Sweetheart. So tight around my cock, you’re doing so well for me. Be a good girl and cum for me, and I’ll give you what you really want”.

Nick fucks the glory hole with even more enthusiasm as you are forced to have both hands against the opposite wall to push yourself even harder back against his cock. Your cunt was squeezing him so tightly he was nearly seeing stars as you finally came. Your knees wobbled as your walls spasmed in flutters through the orgasm, more fluid dripping down onto your thighs as you cried out for Mr Fowler.

He was shouting something as well, but you weren’t able to understand what it was he was saying as the faint, satisfied buzz filled your ears, and the edge of your orgasm began to calm. You were exhausted, but you didn’t stop fucking hard back against the cock until you were aware that there was thick, warm fluid seeping into your cunt as Nick’s thrusts stilled, his cum filling you completely.

It took all of your strength not to collapse to your knees as you both tried to recover from the fucking. As the softening cock slipped out, followed by a gush of cum was when you could finally fall back onto the pillow on the floor with a satisfied moan.

Being back in this position, you were able to watch through the hole as Nick began to tuck himself back into his suit, not even bothering to clean yours or his juices that gleamed over his length. Your cheeks warmed at this sight, knowing you’d remember it for the rest of your life.

Mr Fowler released a deep breath and reached into his back pockets, and once more, you wish you could see his face, but all you were able to see was his waistline and hands as they rummaged through his wallet and pulled out a hefty roll up of cash that he shoved through the hole and landed in your lap.

“This’ll cover any further tips you would have made for the remainder of the night. Which you can have off. Get yourself cleaned up, and I’ll drive you home, Princess”.

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sweetiebarnes · 4 months ago

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Forever thinking about Nick Fowler.

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steve-kemp · 1 year ago

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All the soarings of my mind begin in my blood. — Rainer Maria Rilke

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sergeantbarnessdoll · 8 days ago

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

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

Promotion » Nick Fowler

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

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

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

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

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

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

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

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

“Thank you, sweetheart.” Nick smiles.

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

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

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

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

“Yes, Mr. Fowler?” You asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Really?” You asked.

“Yes.” He smiles.

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

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

“Nick.” You say softly.

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

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

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

“Come in.” Nick says, stepping aside.

You admired his house as you walked inside.

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

“Thank you, sweetheart.” He smiles.

There goes the blushing again.

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

“I love Italian.” You smiled.

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

“Such a gentleman.” You smiled.

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re so sweet, Nick.” You smiled.

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

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I’ll be right back, ok?” He says.

“Ok.” You say quietly.

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

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

“I was just resting.” You say quietly.

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

“How do you feel now?” He asks.

“Better.” You replied.

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

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

“I understand, Nick.” You replied.

“Good girl.” He says softly.

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

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

“Nick?” You say sleepily.

“Yes, sweetheart?” Nick asks.

“Please stay with me.” You say.

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

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

———

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You look so beautiful.” Nick compliments softly.

“Thank you, Nick.” You say softly.

“I have something for you.” He says.

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

“Nick…” You say speechless.

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

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

You blushed when he said that.

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

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

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

“What would that be?” You asked.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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-Bucky’s Doll

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