Please for ficlet friday V-day edition...Nick Fowler and
βI donβt care who they are, I never want to see you talking to them again!β
I decided to make a small follow up to All Nighter, lovely! Hope you enjoy!
Micromanager
Pairing: Soft!Dark Nick Fowler x Female Reader
Summary: Nick doesn't like you talking to another man.
Word Count: Over 720
Warnings: Sexual harassment, possessive behavior, jealousy, tension, noncon kissing and implied noncon, Nick Fowler (he's a warning, okay?)
A/N: Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
βIs there anything else I can get for you, Mr. Barnes?β you asked, setting his water and a manila folder on the spare desk.
βPlease, call me Bucky,β he said, scooting his chair in so he could look over the file. βAnd this is fine, thank you.β
Bucky Barnes worked for SHIELD instead of the CIA. The organizations worked together from time to time, and it usually wasn't by choice. Too much ego, too many secrets each wanted to keep from the other. It probably explained why Nick had been in a mood before Bucky showed up and you couldn't imagine that it would improve much once he left.
Good or bad mood, you were going to be on the receiving end of whatever it is he was feeling.
βWell, let me know if you do, Bucky,β you smiled.
βI will,β he gently smiled back, his gaze lingering as you went back to your desk.
The soldier was extremely handsome, his blue eyes kinder than your bossβs. He was bigger than your boss, too. Stronger. He seemed like a decent man overall and you wanted to ask his help, but you didn't. You couldn't.
What would you say if you did? That the Director of the CIA became fixated with you and was harassing you? Forcing you to continue to work for him because he decided you were his?
Your heart sank when you heard your name behind you. Turning, you saw Nick standing in the doorway and expected to meet his gaze since he called for you. Your boss, however, glared at Bucky. He looked like he was two seconds from putting a bullet in his head.
βYes, Mr. Fowler?β you asked to get his attention, something you didn't want, but it was better than him staring daggers at Bucky.
He blinked and slowly looked your way. βCan I please see you in my office?β he asked, a pit forming in your stomach when you got to your feet. βBarnes, you can continue looking over that file down the hall. Room 3.β
Bucky looked up with a frown. βI don't mind looking-β
βThat wasn't a suggestion. That was an order,β he cut him off, a dark smile on his face. βYou know all about following orders, right?β
Buckyβs nostrils flared when he shut the folder and stood, but he gave you a soft smile. βWhen your asshole of a boss is done talking to you, could you please bring me another water to Room 3? Iβd appreciate it.β
Your mouth fell open and you merely looked between the men as they narrowed their eyes at each other. Not many were bold enough to call Nick an asshole to his face. There was history there that went beyond organization rivalry, and the longer they stared, the more uncomfortable you felt.
The staring contest finally ended when Bucky gave you one last smile and took his leave, but you felt like you couldn't breathe.
Nick gripped your arm once you were alone, pulled you into his office and shut the door. Your heart thundered in your chest when he locked it. βYou were being very friendly with Barnes, weren't you?β
βI was treating him like every other guest,β you said evenly, wincing when he pulled you closer.
βSir,β Nick said through his teeth.
βSir,β you whispered, more frightened than you felt since he first made his intentions clear. βPlease, let me go.β
βWhy? So you can run to him?β he asked, backing you against the door and caging you in. Did he sense that you thought about asking him for help? βYouβre mine. Not his.β
You didn't want to belong to Nick. βI know. He works for SHIELD and I was just-β
βI don't care who he is. I never want to see you talking to him again!β
You closed your eyes when his breath fanned your lips. Nick had an air of cockiness around him, but you had never seen his jealous side. It frightened you.
βDonβt be scared, sweetheart,β he whispered, some of his anger dissipating before he kissed you. A mark of ownership. βJust stay the fuck away from Bucky Barnes.β
βYes, sir,β you whispered, shivers wracking your body when he kissed you again.
Because you were going to feel every ounce of Nickβs jealousy before the day was through.
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Longing was like a second heartbeat, echoing your normal one on a daily basis.
You woke up at dawn, went to the well for fresh water and brew your first herbal tea of the day while purposely not looking at the empty bed behind you.
All through the day, as you worked in the garden, fed the animals, helped other villagers out in their tasks, you never glanced down at your finger and the thin brass band with a small, turquoise river stone.
It's been nearly two years now, since Bucky kissed you fervently and went out with other men from the village into the depths of the dark woods and far beyond.
They were looking for a better life. Not for themselves, but for all of you. For work that would allow them to save some coin, for skills that would help them out against the growing tension along the border of the kingdom.
With a promise to always love you and to return, Bucky left you to build a better life for the two of you.
Time flew by and yet, it felt to stretch in impossible torment as you waited day by day. And longed.
You weren't the only maiden whose fiance went on that quest. It was decided to be best for those not yet having to care for kids to be the ones who left.
You consoled yourself with images of Bucky's proud return. Sometimes you even created bold fantasies of him owning a horse, riding it proudly into the village. With sacks filled with coin and fabrics. And tales to share with you by the fireplace.
Perhaps, he'd even bring you a new ring to put on your finger at the ceremony of your marriage.
You loved the one Bucky made for you himself and you would argue with him that you don't want any other one. But he'd insist and slide a glinting gold with precious gem onto your finger.
Dreams like that soothed your yearning heart. It was always hard to wake up from them and face your lonely reality anew.
It was even harder when you were ripped away from one of those dreams.
Your consciousness alerted you awake when screams and loud noises pierced the usually calm, quiet night at your village. You jumped out of bed, in your linen nightshirt only.
Through the small windows of your hut you saw the usual darkness of night lit up in orange and yellow glow. Fire.
You ran outside, knowing that if a rapid fire started for some reason, there was no time to dress yourself and think of your modesty. However, what you saw outside was a horror you never expected.
Swords and spears. Warriors dragging people out of their houses. Threats and violence. Screams and cries. And all of it swallowed with growing fire set to the few households.
One of the warriors was charging at you with a malicious grin on his face. His hand was reaching out for you when suddenly the beat of hoofs joined the cacophony of sounds and the man was yanked back.
"Hands off." A gruff voice ordered, tossing the warrior aside.
Your gaze shifted from the man who was about to snatch you, towards the massive black horse that rode into the heart of chaos. And onto the warrior seating atop it.
In black leathers, with unknown markings along his arms. It took you a long second to recognize his face and the blue eyes that haunted your dreams.
"Bucky." You whispered in disbelief.
Your whole body shuddered with emotion, nearly toppling you down to your knees.
He jumped down from the horse and approached you. But when he didn't embrace you in a warm, fierce hug, which you longed for so much, your heart clenched in fear.
Bucky led these men. Those who were burning down your village.
"Have you waited for me, my little marigold?" His voice was Bucky's; that soft, warming tone, though now harsher, lacking his usual tenderness.
"Yes, Bucky. I would wait forever, you know that." Your hands reached for his face, cupping it as you stepped forward to feel the heat of his body. To sense the beat of his heart.
He didn't lean into your touch, nor close his eyes like he used to do when you touched him this way. But he didn't swat your hands away, either.
He let you hold him, touching you in return as well.
"Have you saved yourself for me?" Bucky's arms wrapped around you, with more primal possessiveness than he ever displayed before.
You felt heat scorching your face from within.
"Of course." You admitted, bowing your head slightly.
Suddenly, he lifted you up. He placed you on the saddle and mounted the horse, seating himself right behind you. Tears stung your eyes as you saw the carnage around you.
As you felt that your Bucky wasn't the Bucky you remembered.
Was there even a trace of the man you loved?
Still, you clung onto him as he took you trough the woods and into the unknown. Into the future that was sure to look so much different from the one you imagined.
Curious -- whats your visual headcanon for undercover NTD!Bucky? Like, hair length and stuff.
I had a lot of thots about what he'd look like while on the mission. He'd have to be clean-cut, of course, almost like he was in the 40s but less of a pretty boy and more mature.
When I was making the moodboard and the graphic for the playlist, I used this picture, which I found was absolutely perfect and represents what I had in mind:
Here's another shot:
I was also very inspired by Sebastian's role in We Have Always Lived in the Castle. I even watched the film because of the look, although the characters are very different.
So yeah, clean-shaven, short hair but still floofy, almost looking like his old self but more tired and a bit sad π
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would you rather get on the bad side of alpha Steve or alpha Ari?
Okay, so here's the thing:
If you get on Alpha Ari's bad side, you will get put in your place aka dominated, bitten and fucked into full submission. There won't be a warning, it's gonna be on impulse, wild and rough. But it's also kinda predictable that that's what's gonna happen.
If you get on Alpha Steve's bad side, you will get a punishment. It may be a hard spanking, but it also may be something tormenting, or humiliating. You will still submit fully and maaaybe get your brains fucked out (if he didn't choose orgasm denial for your suffering). He's more strategic and controls his own reactions much better, which means he can really stretch out your suffering.
So me, being me, being a brat... I'm totally picking Alpha Steve. He's much worse than Alpha Ari when it comes to retaliation and that's what my dumb pussy craves.
My a/b/o thirsting ass is wondering what's first in your mind when GoT!Steve gets his Omega home for the weekend all to himself.
At the moment I'm all about sleeping in on weekends. Staying in bed after waking up. Stretching and snuggling up to your Alpha. Purring as your hands start traveling over his warm body. He'll let you explore and keep it on that soft, intimate side as he finally rolls on top of you. He's going to take you slow. Maddeningly so. You'll feel that first slide of his cock as he streeetches your pussy. His low, deep purr of satisfaction in your ear as you make that helpless, sweet sound.
It's possible you won't even make it out of bed for breakfast, or lunch; too busy taking all the pleasure your Alpha spoils you with. You may make it to the kitchen around dinner time, once your stomach growls and Steve laughs that it's time to fill you in other ways.
