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Dollar, Dollar Bills
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Nick’s manipulative, obsessive and absent, and you, you’re his butterfly in heels.
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Warnings: Smut. Filth. Deranged filth with our newest obsession. Guns. Gun play. Power Play. Obsessive behaviour. Manipulation. Lying. Strippers. Semi Public Sex. Dominance. Slight S/M play. Possessiveness. The only price you get is good dick(and a wad of cash too). Light Angst. Face Fucking. Oral. Did I mention guns? Did I mention THAT scene—?
A/n: My first Nick Fowler Fic!! This man has me in a chokehold from the moment the film came out and I’ve been drooling over gifsets for so long, I had to write this. My submission for @geminixevans @fineanddandy  @jamalflanagan @cocobutterqween @syntheticavenger @sunshinexsin @boxofbonesfic ‘s Aphrodite’s Manor Challenge.
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Hot pink nails curled around your second free drink of the night, you rolled your shoulders, the delicate body chains wrapped all around your body and looped over your bralette sparkling as you sauntered towards the man, his sharp cheekbones and eclectic blue eyes drawing you in closer.
It was easy to forget you were the temptress when it came to Nick Fowler. Beautiful as he was, his words held an engaging darkness, struggling to rip free, crossing you in your own game and luring you in every time he decided to visit you.
“Nick Fowler.” You eyed him up and down, eyes lingering at his belt, lingering at the gun he had strapped in there before snapping back to his lustful ones, keening to see that you were the object of his attention. Even now. “What brings you to me, huh?”
His chuckle was dark and expensive, just like everything else about him, the lustrously ardent eyes flickering with darkened flares as he sized you up and down, looping an arm around your bare waist, fingers itching to caress the lace of your bra. “Nothing can ever keep me from you, printesa.”
You rolled your eyes, keeping your glass on one of the tables and pressing your palm on his chest, walking away, swaying your hips with grace, just the way you knew he liked. Somewhere behind you, you knew he had a tick in his jaw, his fists clenched. You could almost feel the roll in his eyes as he followed you, eyes trained on your legs. Even in the booming, lush tunes of the strip club, you could hear him thinking of ways to rip off the nylon stockings and stake his claim over your skin, tear down the curvatures of your body with his touch, mark it, brand it.
Of all the things about Nick Fowler, his possessiveness was what you understood. 
Possibly because you were always looped in an uncertain web of its existence, the coils which held you hostage loosening and tightening according to his convenience, but never really setting you free. Like a trapped butterfly, Nick let you flutter your wings all you want. He’d have no qualms with you dancing the night away, swinging from man to man all through your shift at the club, but the moment you’d get too close- intimately close- his words, not yours, he’d riot.
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The nerve of some anons? I mean seriously, where do y'all get the fucking gall to say such stuff. Its pathetic that you use this platform to bring people down. Touch some fucking grass and get a life.
No one that u write for would ever date a sick disabled person. It’s just wrong y would they wanna talk care of someone who won’t even take care of themselves. U are a twisted bitch and don’t deserve the attention
Alright nonnie. Let’s get down to this.
So one, you have an issue that I, a writer of works of FICTION, and a disabled person deserve not to be able to see myself in the things I read. You see these fictional men who get you to orgasm every time, seem to know just when you are having a bad day, or magically make it so you don’t get UTIs if you don’t pee after sex, these men wouldn’t want to date someone who is a “perfect” person. Bucky Barnes is missing an arm, Clint Barton is deaf, Matt Murdock is blind, Just about every marvel character has ptsd. And those are just the ones off the top of my head. They can date who ever I want them to because they are my works of fiction inspired by these characters.
Two: I can and do take care of myself, every day is different but there are people who struggle and let’s not make their struggles any harder.
Three: being told you might die if you get treatment or you will die if you don’t is a terrible thing to be told at 22. I get the opportunity to tell the people in my life that I am dying every time they ask how I’m doing. And that shit sucks so let me have this.
Four: if you don’t like it don’t read it, but then don’t read any works of fiction that don’t directly apply to you. Reader works as a barista and you don’t, don’t read. Writers write what ever the fuck they want to write. Go touch some Fucking grass, and get the hell away from my page. Take your ableism somewhere else.
I don’t post these for attention. I post so that the person who feels like they will never get to see themselves in a fic have somewhere they can see themselves. Because we all deserve comfort, we all deserve to see ourselves in a work of fiction once in our lives.
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chaashni · 2 hours ago
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Is it just me or a lot of the times when Sebastian Stan kisses in a movies or tv shows, he pokes his tongue into the kiss immediately? He doesn’t wait, he just goes for it.
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Like he knows that’s exactly what the person wants, they want his tongue with those lips…
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He’s right though, because let’s be honest…
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His tongue is amazing.
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chaashni · 2 hours ago
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Millennium Melodies (x Reader Writing Challenge)
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Because of the When We Were Young fest being all up in every social media feed I have, I'm making this writing challenge based on the pop punk and nu-metal bands and songs from when I was a youngster/just into my teens (early 2000s, god I'm getting old)
Rules of the writing challenge:
- Please choose either a song lyric or a theme from the list below (songs are linked so you can hear them if you've never done so before). Multiple people can have the same lyric or theme, there's no limit. Send me an ask, DM or comment to confirm which one you'd like. Please then reblog the challenge if you're feeling very generous so it can get out to more folks <3
- Fandoms for the challenge you can work with: Marvel (including Netflix Universe), DC, Vertigo, Supernatural, American Gods, Lord of the Rings & The Hobbit, Far Cry 5 universe, Stranger Things, Kingsman, Lucifer, Sons of Anarchy, Resident Evil: Village
- x Reader pairings. Themes/topics that won't be accepted: DD/lg, Incest, Underage, Vore, Watersports/Scat.
- Dark themes are very welcome but please tag all triggers in your fics
- Deadline date of 31st October 2022 to give a nice long time limit
PROMPTS -
Lyrics:
I went to a shrink, to analyse my dreams - “Basket Case” Green Day
Take this pink ribbon off my eyes - “Just a Girl” No Doubt
Show me how to lie, you're getting better all the time - “You're Gonna Go Far, Kid” The Offspring
I can't believe he's so trusting - “Scotty Doesn't Know” Lustra
Don't waste your time on me, you're already the voice inside my head - “Miss You” Blink-182
It's been a while since I've gone and fucked things up, just like I always do - “Been a While” Staind
You're left with me 'cause you left me no choice - “Duality” Slipknot
All my friends are murderers - “Drain the Blood” The Distillers
So I trust in love - “Alive” P.O.D
You know the best things in life aren't for free - “The Best Things” Filter
I want domination, I want your submission - “To Be Loved” Papa Roach
I love you, I hate you, I miss you - “What Comes Around” Ill Niño
You keep on thinking you can save me - “Country Song” Seether
Everybody's coming to get me, just say you've never met me - “Flagpole Sitta” Harvey Danger
I want something else to get me through this - “Semi-Charmed Life” Third Eye Blind
Themes:
Lifestyles of the Rich and the Famous – Celebrity AU/Millionaire AU (Good Charlotte)
1985 – 80s rock band AU/Nostalgia pining AU (Bowling for Soup)
Flavor of the Week – Cheating and Angst prompt (American Hi-Fi)
Did My Time – Inner Demons/Demon AU/Suppressing the monster within (KoRn)
Break Stuff – Everything Goes Wrong prompt/Reaching your limit (Limp Bizkit)
Change (In The House of Flies) – Partner gradually becomes more controlling (Deftones)
Violent Pornography – Sex on TV prompt/Porn Studio AU prompt (System of a Down)
Lying From You – Break Up AU/Escaping a Toxic Relationship AU (Linkin Park)
Judith – Religious Cult AU/Priest AU (A Perfect Circle)
Just the Way I'm Feeling – Healing AU/Fix it/Angel AU (Feeder)
Misery Business – The Ex tries to interfere prompt (Paramore)
Dirty Little Secret – Secret Relationship AU (All American Rejects)
Fiction (Dreams in Digital) – Virtual Partner AU/Online Relationship AU/Robot AU (Orgy)
She Hates Me – Enemies to Lovers to Enemies (Puddle of Mudd)
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chaashni · 2 hours ago
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♪~ ♬~ ♩♫ ♬~~
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chaashni · 2 hours ago
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When boy turns to man
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chaashni · 4 hours ago
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Captain America: A Summary
Starring: Steve "it doesn't have to end in a fight" Rogers Feat. Bucky "trying to catch a break" Barnes
Inspired by this post. @possibleplatypus 🤣
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chaashni · 4 hours ago
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DAILYMARVELGIFS 5K CELEBRATION ↳ favorite character by member: @choledecker
Oh, no, I always forget to wear deodorant and dance with my boss in a room full of people I work with in a dress with no back.
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I like this one 💛
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chaashni · 4 hours ago
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Cafe Asks ☕️
Vanilla Chai Latte : Are you in love? Flat White : Coffee or Tea? Cappuccino : What’s your middle name? Mocha : Dream Job? Pumpkin Spice : Dream car? Jasmine Tea : If you could go anywhere in the world, where would it be and why? Old English : You’re stranded on an island, who do you bring with you? Iced Chocolate : Do you have a crush on someone? Caramel Frappe : Favorite video game? Iced Lemon Tea : Favorite song/band? Iced Cafe Mocha : Favorite thing to do on rainy days? Hot Chocolate : Are you an affectionate person? Caramel Macchiato : You’re travelling the entire world but you can only take one person with you. Who do you take? Green Tea : How tall are you? Early Grey Tea : The inevitable Zombie Apocalypse is upon us! What’s your plan of action? Mint Tea : How do you relax? Vanilla Latte : Board games or drinking games? Iced Coffee : Do you like reading? If so, what’s your favorite book? Italian Soda : Describe your dream date Sparkling Water : Describe what qualities you look for in a person Orange Juice : Have you ever had a valentine? Rose Hip Tea : Describe your first kiss Herbal Tea : You’re at a candle shop, what scented candle do you buy?
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chaashni · 6 hours ago
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Omg your tags!!! So glad you liked this!!!😸😼
dark unhinged step dad charles blackwood or nick fowler slapping your face and spitting in your mouth while pounding into you like crazy because they saw you with another guy 🤩🤩 with major daddy kink and age gap and maybe even breeding kink... 🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩🤩
This...but A/B/O.
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A/n: Dark? Nope. Unhinged? Yes. And I do love the implications of a morally grey reader.
Warnings: Smut. A/B/O dynamics. Cheating. Rough sex. Man handling. Dub con. Face Slapping. Spitting. Legal age gap (reader is 20 when the alpha meets her). Nick's a crazy alpha and theres a slightly crazed omega so its balenced. (look at me lie)
Fic library is @chaashnifics
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Nick Fowler was seething.
Vision brimming with red, blotchy and spluttering like the fire that was currently razing through his veins, the keys of his house almost cutting into his palm.
There weren't many reasons for him to be this close to snapping the neck of an immature boy, but when he decides he can get his hands on you- well, there's only so much restraint an alpha had.
You, as usual, are a little tease. 
The tightness in his pants wasn't helped in the least by the sight of you having your neck bared out, so beautiful and exposed, dripping with your arousal.
Arousal which wasn't stemmed out of lust for him.
Arousal which was for some scrawny shrub of an alpha with those awful, juvenile pheromones.
Arousal which was meant to be claimed by him.
The snarl that twisted out of his lips had the young alpha jump away from you, the sight of the very mysterious businessman, coupled by the immense waves of anger rolling off of his scent- the boy looked like he would pop off an eye from his nervousness.
You didn't look any better. Shame. Your luscious scent was coated with it, packed with rocks of mortification which could be mirrored successfully enough in your eyes- Nick didn't have to be an alpha and detect your scent to know you were embaressed.
Well, who would like having their step father walk in on them having sex?
And wet.
Because he was your Daddy too. And Daddy hated, despised, absolutely abhorred the idea of you showing off your precious body to somebody else.
Another growl and the snap of his fingers had the boy scrambling out, your eyes widened in anger which simmered to a low sizzle when Nick's thunderous eyes snapped on yours.
Suddenly Nick was back on the day of his wedding, a younger twenty year old you skipping around for her mother's special day, only to squirm and drop to your knees like a good little omega the moment he got you alone- you had been his the moment he saw you.
Hadn't the alpha made it clear enough?
You squirmed, like a little mouse that had been lured right into its trap, your fumblings only entertaining Nick. He deserved to see you stutter, try to dish out an explanation for why you had a boy over in his home, why you were half naked in his kitchen.
Nick and you both knew nothing could soothe the anger razing through Nick's body now. Nothing except the soft, wet spot between your legs, tingling and dripping with increasing vigour as Nick strode forward, stalking towards you predatorily, eyes flashing.
That slick was meant to be for him. That neck- should have been marked by him, its been too fucking long. He had allowed you a little too much freedom, scoffed away your conversations of "C'mon, its about time I mate" with your friend who had to shift to another town right due to personal reasons, thus not able to fulfill her promise of helping you find a good alpha and get laid.
He smirked as he felt the hairs at the back of your neck rise, your piquant scent deepening every second. It was like the longer he waited to put his hands on you, the stronger became your call for his touch.
And he had to give you a reminder.
The hand which was gripping his gun a moment back now was dug into your hair, eyes scrutinising the adamant tick in your jaw as he pulled your head back, your revolting eyes boring into his equally furious ones.
"The fuck do you think you're doing?" He growled, another hand cuffing around your neck as he propped you against the counter, ready to pin you to it the moment you decided to run your mouth.
"Just what you're thinking, Daddy." The venom in your voice did not match the arousal dripping out of your gland, your scent so painfully thick Nick could feel it wrap around his neck like a chord, pull him closer to you.
His hand flew from your neck to your mouth, grabbing your jaw and pulling it open forcefully, his spit crashing on the flat of your tongue just a second before you were being thrown flat on the cold counter, your skirt ridden up, Nick between your legs.
"I'd shut the fuck up if I were you." The smooth talker that Nick was, his words never fumbled , the need for an alpha voice almost discarded because with those silky ribbons that escaped his mouth, he could as well make you his puppet and get you to do exactly what he wanted.
"Yes daddy."
Your words were instinctive, your sweet omega scent wafting around him at your mellow submission, your eyes grazing over his veiny arms, a vein of arousal tearing through your core.
The alpha chuckled darkly, fixing you with a glare that got you straightening up, just the way he had trained you.
"Daddy's going to ask you this one last time, princess. " Nick started, his knuckles tracing the side of your face softly, a sharp contrast to the fury thundering in his brain, all the structures working to find ways to stop his instinctive need to claim you right there. "What the fuck was he doing here?"
You smirked, your scent thickening to a condescending one, one which he couldn't wait to slap off your face when you were done being a brat.
"Claiming me. Exactly what you don't have the balls to do."
Your smirk lingered even as your face snapped to the side, the impact of his hand ratting your teeth and embedding into your skin in the form of irregular shockwaves. You looked back up at Nick, his form still so poised and proper, the alpha in him just begging to be released but the moron of a man he was, doing everything to keep it inside.
He looked...disappointed.
The second splat of spit had you wet like a kitten again, the growl of "you'll learn, omega. What it is to be mine."
You so fucking wished you could.
Even then you scrambled when he asked, getting rid of your clothes and presenting for him like the good little omega he had trained you to be, his cock ramming into your pussy, all stretched out and perfect to take his knot.
"Going to breed you. Make you round and glowing with my pups, thats what will get you to know." His cock rammed into your cervix, fingers rubbing your clit as you thrashed and moaned, one of his legs caging yours on the counter, the other trembling from Nick's onslaught.
"Daddy should rub his cum all over your face." He rolled his hips, curving himself around your body so his teeth could graze your mating goand, chucking darkly when you tensed, before drilling his cock in again. "That should show these little flies they shouldn't bother."
"You're daddy's little whore, aren't you , omega."
"So fucking dripping. All the time. 'S all for daddy right? Just for him."
"Could have just fucked you in front of him."
"Try fucking me in front of your wife." Your snarky whisper was not lost between your moans, Nick's thrusts slowing down and you found yourself tethering at the edge of a needy whine, gasping when his hand pulled your hair back, pressing your back to his chest. He reached for something behind you- a phone, handing it over to you, a contact you had been alienating yourself from covering his screen.
"How bout this, little girl. Daddy will claim you in front of her. Mark you up and make you mine. Collar you up, add some chains and locks too." He brushed some hair away from your mating gland, inhaling your scent deeply as your slick deepened, the lush crazy from anticipation and want.
"Go ahead, call her. The quicker you are, the faster Daddy gives what you want."
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chaashni · 7 hours ago
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Bucky went from faking a smile to genuinely smiling.
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chaashni · 9 hours ago
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the thing is, somebody cares. i know your best friend seems really busy all the time and is shit at texting but she still loves you and she talks to you more than she talks to anyone else and you’re the only breath of calm she has on this planet. the boy in your science class loves seeing what music you’re listening to on your headphones - he has the same taste and wishes he had the nerve to ask you about it. your english teacher loves the insight you have on your papers. somebody cares. the person who lives down the street from you notices when you are sick because they don’t see you stomping your way to the schoolbus - it’s how they know it’s time to get their breakfast ready. somebody is looking for you at the party, even if they don’t know they’re really looking for you - but when you don’t show up, some part of them is disappointed. somebody is looking for you in the library, in the spot where you eat lunch, in front of that one step you always seem to trip on. i know your parents are a complicated mess and there’s drama between your friends and your love life is sort of shaped like a constant question and everybody seems all caught up in their own lives and their own happiness and nobody really notices: but somebody always does. every face in your dreams is someone you have met, and that means that you are in a million’s stranger’s heads. they see you when they go to bed. and somebody cares. somebody still thinks about you even though you were just a person with a nice outfit or good eyeliner or a great smile or because you were having one of those moments that are so charmingly human in nature or because they regret not asking if you needed help when you fell or because they wonder what you were thinking about or drawing or writing or just because you’re alive, and that makes you fascinating. somebody cares. when you were on break from work and saw a dog hanging his head out of the car and suddenly broke into a smile: there was a girl in the back of that car, and I was her, and I still think about you, and i hope you get more chances to smile like that. and there is you, sitting here reading this, and by some small extension, meeting me, and i am telling you, I care. somebody always does. i promise. i promise. you are loved.
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chaashni · 10 hours ago
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I WANNA FUCK ᶦⁿᵍ ᶜᵘᵈᵈˡᵉ
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