AN: Explicit Content 18+ NSFW MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
PAIRING: Nick Folio x Reader x Nicholas Ruffilo x Noah Sebastian
CONTENT WARNING:: Sexual content, oral (male receiving), anal (male receiving), Leather, bootblacking, D/s, FemDom, Switches, Dominant Folio, changing POVs, flogging, boot licking
SUMMARY: Nick Folio walks into your bar for one thing, but it doesn't go exactly as planned.
--30 Days of Bad Omens writing challenge using the word "Bridge "
-This is real-person fiction. Real people in fictitious situations. If this is not your thing, please find another story to read. Contains BSDM dominant/submissive lifestyle content including boot blacking and boot worship. Minors please do not interact.
-Crossposted on Tumblr and AO3-
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The cool breeze creates goosebumps on Nick Folio's exposed arms as he revs the engine of his Harley at the stop light. Her red and black paint job gleams against the setting sun. Nick glances down at his watch and his heart skips a beat. I can make it.
Nick is feeling reckless as the time ticks on. His favorite fishing spot is under the single-lane bridge up ahead. But he's not stopping there today. No, he's crossing the bridge for the third time this month to see her.
Tick.
Two cars in front of him, the lead car driving below the speed limit. He can see the rust on the bridge now.
Tock.
No opposing traffic. The car in front of him lays on its horn. Go. Nick guns it as he passes both vehicles. Closer and closer to the bridge. Suddenly headlights appear in front of him. Shit. Nick pulls the throttle faster and swerves back into the lane, just in time for the other car to approach the bridge. That was close. Nick lets out of howl and a "Fuck yeah!" as he speeds down the road.
The parking lot is bare save for one lonely car as Nick parks his bike. He rechecks his watch, right on time.
Nick gathers his gear and heads into the bar, the door unlocked just for him. Some yallternative mashup filters through the stereo speakers as Nick approaches the bar.
"We can't keep doing this, you know."
She slides Nick a whiskey neat; not even bothering to look up to ensure he caught the glass. They've been doing this song and dance for about a month now, it's easy, familiar.
"Why don't you sit your pretty little self down over there and I'll be over."
She's counting the money in the register now before the bar opens. Nick's leather boots slap against the wooden floor as he makes his way to the chair at the corner of the bar. He walks with intention because he knows she loves the way leather sounds.
A cigar waits for him on a small table beside the chair. Nick settles in the chair, props his feet on the footrest, and lights the cigar. Per Nick's request, she turns off the radio and approaches him with her kit.
Nick watches her intently kneeling between his legs. Nick takes a long drag on his cigar as she removes the laces from his boots. There is a comfortable silence between them, Nick can clear his head as she focuses on her task. She dips a small bristle brush into the mug of water then swirls the brush into saddle soap just enough to coat the bristles. She meticulously buffs at the worn leather, careful not to miss a spot. She wipes down the soap with a clean handkerchief. Once the boot is free of soap, she swirls two fingers into shoe polish and begins to buff the polish into the boot with small delicate circles.
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BAD OMENS ONE SHOTS (30 Days of Bad Omens)
Fanfiction⚠️18+ CONTENT MINORS PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT ⚠️ THIS IS REAL PERSON FICTION Here will be all of my Bad Omens One Shots. Sorry for reorganizing this! I didn't know I would continue to write one-shots, but I have been enjoying them so far and have been...
