Pairing: Mob!Nick Fowler x Female Reader
Summary: A night out with one of your father's most trusted associates puts you on a new and dangerous path.
Word Count: Over 1.9k
Warnings: Implied e/xplicit s/exual content, d/runk s/ex (con-sensual), d/rinking, talk of v/iolence, p/ossessive behavior, possible soft!dark vibes if you squint, engagement, not-so-great dad, Nick Fowler (he's a warning, okay?).
Graphic talent and thanks: Banner - @sgt-seabass, Divider - @firefly-graphics , Nick edit - Nix, Moodboard - yours truly
A/N: Welcome to my Wicked Arrangements AU! For @the-slumberparty 's April Writing Challenge (prompt in bold italics) and we'll see a few other characters down the road. ❤️ Beta read by the wonderful @whisperlullaby and pre-read by @slyyywriting , but any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!
The first thought that entered your mind when you woke up was that you were never drinking whiskey again. You couldn't even remember how much you had, but you weren’t going to bounce back immediately from this hangover. You tried to avoid getting drunk whenever you could. At least it wasn't at your dad's party.
Not that you stuck around for most of it anyway.
Nick Fowler, one of the most powerful men in the city and your dad's most trusted associate, was waiting by your car when you left.
"Why don't we have a real party?
A man as ruthless and dangerous as he is beautiful, there was a reason why so many wanted him on their side. He wasn't afraid to get his hands dirty or the kind of man to cross. Though he didn't say much to you with your dad around, it didn't stop him from eye fucking you every chance he had.
It was only natural that you wanted him.
"Sure. I could use a distraction."
"Oh, sweetheart, I'll give you much more than that."
With a groan, you cracked one eye open and then the other. The pounding headache made it difficult to see as you tried to blink away the spots in your vision. If you had to choose an equivalent to what your throat felt like, sandpaper would be the closest. At least you didn't get sick. The bed you laid in was also comfortable and the sheets kept your naked body warm enough.
You forgot about the pain in your head as the ache between your legs grabbed your attention.
Oh, yeah. That happened.
Closing your eyes, a blurred vision of tangled limbs surfaced, the blue eyes of Nick piercing through the fog.
“Knew you’d take my cock like a good girl.”
And you did over and over.
Doing your best not to move too fast, you carefully turned your head and opened your eyes again. You expected to see him sleeping beside you, but he wasn’t there. Gently touching the spot, you noticed it still had a bit of warmth. Maybe he went to the bathroom or decided to get breakfast.
It took a moment to register that something sparkled on your left hand as sunlight peeked in through the curtain. “What the hell?” you mumbled as you stared at the diamond ring on the fourth digit.
A ring that looked suspiciously like an engagement ring.
No, no, no, we did not.
“Morning, sweetheart,” a familiar voice gently pierced the air as you kept staring at your finger. "Surprised to see you awake. How are you feeling?"
You tore your gaze away to look at Nick, who had an all too smug look on his eyes.
"I don't know yet," you said honestly, clearing the scratch from your throat.
Nick hummed as he walked across the room in just his underwear. A hint of a smirk formed on his handsome face as you admired him. The black suits he normally wore hid how broad his shoulders and chest were. They also hid most of his tattoos, which you vaguely recall tracing a few with your fingers and tongue. Your gaze trailed down his chiseled abs to the front of his boxers, the throbbing ache between your thighs intensifying.
No. Focus.
"You did say too much whiskey would give you a headache," he said, handing you some aspirin and water.
You quickly took the pills with a generous gulp, the cold liquid soothing the slight burn in your throat. "Did we…?" you trailed off.
"Did we what?" he asked, running a hand through his short hair. You were pretty sure you tried to pull it while you rode him. "We did a lot of things last night, so you'll need to be more specific."
Your cheeks flamed as you held up your hand, proud when it didn't shake. "This."
He slowly ducked down and you couldn't stop the hitch in your breath as his lips touched your forehead. "Get married? No," he said, pressing a soft kiss against your skin.
You could breathe a bit easier. While your dad wouldn't lay a hand on you if you married without his permission, he could and would wreck the life you tried to have beyond the bubble he put you in. Piece by piece.
"But you also said I couldn't have you unless I put a ring on your finger, so I did."
"I was kidding!" you said. No way he actually believed that.
"I took it seriously," he murmured, moving his mouth to your ear. "And it's a perfect fit. Just like my cock inside you."
"Oh, my god," you whispered.
"You said that, too," he whispered, dragging his lips down the column of your neck. The scruff on his chin left a delicious burn in its path. "I reminded you to say my name instead."
The gravel of his voice sent a shiver down your spine before you moved to the other side of the bed and out of his reach. "I need a minute," you said, feeling his eyes on you as you stood up.
"I'll be waiting."
You didn't bother to cover yourself up as you went to the bathroom, your head not spinning as much as you expected it to. Nick saw everything last night and into the early morning, so you had no shame if you watched your hips sway. Splashing some water on your face, you had no idea where to go from here. While Nick was fun and a wonderful distraction, you couldn't help but wonder if last night was a calculated move.
It wasn't a secret that your dad wanted a son to take over his empire one day. He got you instead. He should have been a good father who loved and cared for you, but he treated you as an investment. You had a good education after you chose a college from the options he provided you. The same with your job as he limited the places you could apply to.
While he didn't keep you in a cage, he certainly kept you on a leash.
Maybe if mom was still around, things would be different.
You would only take over his businesses with a man of his choice by your side. He usually only had you around his inner circle of men long enough for them to flirt and leer at you. You were certain he was prepping you for the highest bidder.
Are you that bidder, Nick?
"Why were you waiting for me last night?" you asked once you went back into the bedroom where Nick was now on the bed. "Did my dad ask you to?"
"I was waiting for you because I wanted you. I thought that was obvious," he answered, unashamedly looking you over as you joined him. He reached for you, his fingers surprisingly gentle as he touched your cheek. "And I got tired of waiting."
Nick Fowler got whatever he wanted.
"But did he ask you to?" you repeated, showing him your hand again. "And how the hell did you just happen to have a ring on you my size?"
"Your dad had nothing to do with it. I've had that ring on me and my eye on you for some time," he said, kissing your hand and drawing a gasp from you as he put you on your back. "In case you forgot, I slipped it on after you drank the rest of my Jack Daniels and gave me a lap dance in my private booth. You didn't complain."
You recalled grinding to the beat as Nick sat back and watched. He looked like a modern king on a throne as the lights pulsed around him. No one would have bat an eye if he fucked you in his VIP section.
Which he did.
"We're not actually engaged, Nick. I said I was kidding about putting a ring on my finger."
His eyes darkened as he stretched over you, his muscles rippling before his weight settled. "You said you'd be mine."
Your heart raced, but it wasn't out of fear. "You don't even know me. Not really," you said, thankful that tears didn't fill your eyes.
How could he when no one was able to get close to you?
His knuckles caressed your cheek and you tried not to lean into his touch. "Told you I've had my eye on you for some time, dulceata. I know you better than you think."
You wanted to believe he did, but could you trust a man who worked with your dad? Did he want you simply to gain access to more resources? Gain more power?
"You're manipulative."
"I prefer calculating and there isn't anything wrong with that," he said before his lips touched yours.
His kiss brought back a reminder of the pleasure he gave you, your body humming with the promise of more. The man had layers to him, but something inside you said he wouldn't hurt you. He may be more inclined to hurt anyone who hurt you.
Maybe.
"I guess you have to be in your line of work," you said, a bitter laugh escaping. It was better than crying. "But if you're serious about whatever this is, do you really think my dad will let us be together? Well, he might if he thinks he can get something from you. He does value you. Pretty sure he even likes you more than he likes me."
It didn't hurt to say that as much as you thought it would.
"I don't give a fuck what your dad thinks," he said, his handsome face gazing down at yours. "I know he thinks he can control your life, but he's in for a rude awakening. And I can promise you I would never be that kind of father to our daughter."
"Please, don't talk about us having kids," you begged. You still had too much of a headache for that, but your womb clenched of its own accord.
"Why not?" he smirked. "You're going to be my wife."
I'm not even going to argue for the time being.
"Well, I need to rest, future husband," you said before he suddenly slid down your body and parted your legs. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Just looking at the pretty pussy I ruined," he said, tracing a finger along your slit. Your body quickly responded to his touch and you weren't ashamed of the small moan you let out. "Which belongs to me now. If it wasn’t meant to be, you wouldn’t fit me so perfectly.”
"Is that right?" you asked, clenching around nothing.
Should I beg him to fuck me or play a little hard to get?
"You know it does. And if you want to go back to sleep, go right ahead. I'll fuck you until you're stuffed with me and wake you with my tongue," he said, making your back bow as his warm breath skimmed your folds. "You'll be begging me to fuck you all over again."
Your body went pliant against the sheets. "Nick?" you breathed out. "How do I know I can trust you?" You questioned before you would allow him to distract you.
"I guess I'll have to prove my loyalty to you," he replied, his eyes dark and calculating as he looked up at you. "I'll start by killing your father".
Surely Nick doesn't mean that. Right? Hehe. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️
A/N: Written for January Jumble Scribbles. Prompt: “Don’t move. I want to feel this.”
Word Count: 232
A/N2: Reader is female, late 30's/early 40's. No other descriptors used.
Warnings: Pregnancy. Please let me know if I missed any!
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You're slow to wake up, feeling an unusual pressure on your belly. This far into your pregnancy, you've sort of gotten used to the added, and growing, weight of the baby, but this is something else.
As your eyes open, you see Nick, his head and hands laid on your belly reverently. Ever since Little Lady, as Nick likes to call her, started moving, he's been taking every chance he can to feel. Though you can't see his face, you know his eyes are soft with a mix of wonder and love.
Unfortunately Little Lady's movements are waking up your bladder.
"Nick," you coo as you rub his hair. "Nick, I need to get up."
"Don't move. I want to feel this," he pouts.
"I know," you giggle. "But I gotta pee."
Nick lets out a reluctant sigh as he starts getting up, making sure to kiss your belly in the process. He helps you get out of bed and gives you a loving kiss as he does so. He holds your arm the entire trip to the bathroom. You've learned not to bother trying to get him to let go. He just needs to be touching you as much as he can. Like it's the only way he can be sure you're safe.
You're not one to deny him, especially when his hands are so good at taking care of you.
Summary: With your honeymoon over, you and Nick try to settle into your new lives.
A/N: Reader is female, late 30's/early 40's. No other descriptors used.
Warnings: Pregnancy issues, Violence (blood, guns). Please let me know if I missed any!
Part 6 -- Part 8
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As Nick stands just to the side of the door, waiting for Franco to storm or sneak in, he gets an idea about why Franco isn't entering the building.
Putting the phone back to his ear he asks Teach, "what are the odds Franco knows I was told to stay behind while Rogers' girl was going into labor?"
Teach pauses, "oh shit."
"He's waiting for me to leave, looking for confirmation that I'm gone before coming in."
"That makes a lot of sense. What do you need us to do?"
"I gotta make him think I've already left, that he missed me heading out," Nick thinks. "Have Hal hot-wire my car or something and I'll turn off the lights in the apartment."
"Are you sure about this?"
"Mostly. Let me go fill Lady in on the plan. Let me know when Hal's got my car out of the lot."
Nick sets his phone down and goes to find you in the bedroom. You're pacing nervously, trying to work off some of the stress of everything but stop as you see him approach.
"Is he gone?"
"Don't know," Nick confesses. "But I've got a plan."
"I'm guessing it's a little risky?"
"Only a little, and I won't have to leave you alone in the apartment."
"I trust you, Nick."
"Thank you for that," he says with a kiss. "As soon as Hal gets my car out of the parking lot, we're going to turn off all the lights, make Franco think I'm gone."
"Smart," you nod. "Whether he sneaks in or busts the door down, you'll have the advantage."
"Are you ready for this?" Nick's eyes are soft, full of concern.
You take a breath to steady yourself. "I'm ready. I'll hide in the closet, just to be safe."
He gives you a firm kiss before resting his forehead against yours. "I promise. I promise to keep you both safe."
You put a hand on your belly. "We believe you."
Nick picks his phone back up and Teach confirms Hal's taken the car. The two of you turn the lights off in order to make it look like you're moving from the front door to the bedroom. You set yourself up in the bedroom closet, sitting in a cushioned chair, wrapping yourself in a robe to try to fight the chill you're feeling from being in the dark. You've got your phone so can call Teach if something goes wrong with the plan.
At the front of the apartment, Nick is lying in wait. He's got eyes on the front door and has positioned himself so that, once his eyes are adjusted to the dark, he can see the door opening without being blinded by the lights in the main building. He doesn't dare do anything other than watch the door, gun at the ready.
There's a small noise at the door and Nick snaps to attention. Focusing, he can hear the telltale sounds of lockpicks. Nick takes a breath to steady himself. He needs to be patient. Just a little bit longer and Franco won't be a problem ever again.
The deadbolt slides open and Nick grips his gun and readies himself for a possible fight. If all goes well, he'll just need one shot. But Franco can be smart.
The door opens just a crack and Nick aims at the door. His brain is on fire with the possibilities but you've taught him about the importance of not overthinking and he steels himself, clearing his head.
A hand slides in, looking for a light switch. Smart of Franco make sure he didn't need time to adjust to the dark. It doesn't matter if he wakes up anyone, it's only a lone woman in the apartment, after all.
Nick runs to the door and slams Franco's wrist with it. The other man cries out and Nick is certain he hears bones breaking.
He opens the door and grabs Franco's injured arm, pulling him inside and throwing him to the ground before putting three bullets into the intruder's chest.
Nick slams the door shut and turns the light on, never moving the gun away from Franco.
Even before his eyes adjust to the light, Nick knows Franco is done for. He can hear the gurgling of the man's lungs filling with blood. Franco glares at Nick as his breath becomes more and more shallow. Nick is certain you heard the gunshots, the yelling. He knows you're likely scared, but he's not about to leave Franco until he knows the man is dead.
Instead, Nick calls out to you to stay where you are. You cry tears of relief at hearing him still alive. Nick calls up Teach and asks her to send Hal over but she says he can't.
"The police have been called," she explains. "Neighbors heard gunshots. The good news is that we've made sure one of the officers in our pocket is going to be arriving."
"We're probably going to need another hotel stay," Nick considers.
"Already got you two a room near the hospital where your appointment is tomorrow morning."
"How'd you know about that?"
"About what? The gender reveal ultrasound that you're so excited for you've told almost literally everyone about it?"
Nick smiles, "point taken. And thank you."
He hangs up the phone and goes to you. As soon as you see him, you wrap him in your arms and hold him tight, the tears never stopping. He gently kisses you and whispers reassurances before telling you the plan and asking you to pack some bags while he talks with the police.
Understandably, neither of you got much sleep. You were still tempted to reschedule the appointment but you both really do want to make sure the little bean is healthy. Learning the gender will just be a bonus.
You're in the stretcher, holding Nick's hand as the ultrasound begins. Neither of you is able to look away from the screen as the tech points out all the details she's looking at and tells you they look good.
"And, looking here, we can see that you two are having a baby girl," she beams at you.
"A girl," Nick breathes.
You turn to look at him and his eyes are soft, wet with tears that he's holding back.
"We're going to have a Little Lady," he beams at you.
Summary: You and Nick must navigate the new territories of pregnancy and parenting while managing the continued hostility from the outside forces.
A/N: Reader is AFAB, in her late 30's, early 40's. No other descriptors used.
Word Count: ~2.6k
Warnings: Family stress, Pregnancy issues, Smut, Wedding stress. Please let me know if I missed any!
Part 4 -- Part 6
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Looking back on it, it was quite silly of you to expect Nick to treat the morning of your wedding day like it was just another day. You were woken up by him kissing you along your neck, his strong hands roaming your body. He only increases the intensity when he realizes you're awake.
"Thought we were supposed to wait for tonight," you joke as you lean into his touch.
"Can't help myself," he chuckles breathily. "I woke up and realized I was going to be able to call you 'my wife' by the end of the day."
"I hope you're this enthusiastic when the pregnancy hormones kick in and I'm insatiable."
Nick groans, "I'm looking forward to finally living the dream of keeping you in bed all day."
You chuckle as you try to push him away to get ready but he's determined. He playfully growls and gives you a look that makes your knees weak. You smile wider and let yourself give in to your soon-to-be husband.
At The Cairo Hotel you and your mother are laughing as you're getting the place decorated. Though it's certainly not the wedding you pictured for yourself, you have to admit, it's looking even better than you could've imagined. Not because of the grandeur, of course, but because of how you it all is. This wedding isn't for everyone, it's for you and Nick. The fact that it can be so much to your own personal taste and it works so well with Nick's personal preferences just speaks volumes to you about how good you are together.
The thought sparks a wave of joy and you start crying a little from how happy you are about all of it. Ellen sees your tears and lets her own flow.
"I can't tell you how happy I am for you," she gushes. "Nick seems like a very good man. Even after just a few minutes with the two of you anyone can tell how in love with you he is. He's certainly going to take good care of you and that's all I could ever want for my daughters."
"I really am lucky," you tell her.
Unfortunately that's the moment your morning sickness decided to kick in. You rush to a waste-bin to throw up. Ellen is quick to comfort and, thankfully, it's over quickly, but you're still embarrassed. Even more so when she waves down one of the staff to take out the bin and replace it with a clean one.
After you've settled and had some water she sits next to and asks, "are you pregnant?" You don't react right away so she continues, "the ginger ale at dinner. The loose clothing. The light meals while we were out. Now this? And don't think I didn't see you slipping pills here and there around meal times. Are they anti-nausea meds? Or are you on drugs?"
Taking a deep breath you decide it's best to confess. You'll explain to Nick later. "We were going to wait until the second trimester started. It's a risky pregnancy given my age, after all."
"I just need to ask, is this why you're getting married? It's clear he loves you, but are you only making it official because of the baby?"
"He proposed before he knew I was pregnant." She nods as if you're confirming something for her.
"I'll do my best to keep quiet until you're ready to tell people, I will have to tell your father. But I have to admit, I'm so excited about being a grandma!" She wraps you up in a big hug and you chuckle, relieved at her response.
With help from Ellen and Teach, you're dressed and ready, hiding behind an impromptu dressing room that was really just a cordoned off section of the room. The bouquet of hydrangeas, cornflowers and delphiniums complimenting the blue flowers on your new dress.
Your mother comments you just needed something old and something borrowed to complete the set. She holds out a small, frayed velvet box to you. Opening it you see a set of pearl earrings, likely from the 1920's!
"Those earrings have been passed from mother to eldest daughter for a few generations now," she explains. "I'm so happy I'll get to see the tradition carried on!"
That just left something borrowed. Thinking fast, Teach ran out to the main desk of the hotel. When she came back, she was carrying a blue lotus pin, worn by the employees of the hotel. "It goes with your outfit and has to be returned."
"Excellent thinking!" you reply with a hug.
You put in the earrings and Teach pins the blue lotus to your dress while your mother continues to take pictures with her camera. She's tearing up and you feel like you are, too.
There's a little cough and you all turn to see Hal, Nick's "friend" assigned to the photography. "They're all ready when you are," he says.
"Oh, okay! Let's do this!" you nod.
He nods in confirmation and gives a thumbs up to the people outside the "room" before readying his camera. Nick had insisted on not seeing you in all your getup before the wedding and Teach had suggested getting photos of Nick's reaction. You thought it was kind of silly but when you stepped out into the main area and saw Nick's eyes soften and his smile grow, you're glad there will be photos.
The ceremony is shares many similarities with your and Nick's relationship. Short, but meaningful. Subdued, but fervent. Not a big deal to many, but intrinsic for the two of you. You both speak your vows with an earnestness, a conviction, that confirms for all in attendance that they are meant and will be kept. If anyone in attendance had any doubts, they were gone.
When the officiant finally proclaims you "man and wife" Nick doesn't even wait for permission before bringing you in for a breathtaking kiss. You swear you feel him trembling, but maybe that's your own nerves.
He finally lets you breathe and his eyes are a little misty. "Thank you for this, most beautiful, gracious Lady."
"It's my pleasure, I assure you," you confirm before giving him a quick kiss.
The party is slow to move to the restaurant as Hal is insistent on getting all of the family and friend combinations he can. It isn't until Nick gives him a look that he finally relents. Though even in the restaurant he's not taking a seat, preferring to keep moving around.
The next several hours are spent chatting happily. When you're finally ready to call it a night and head home, you're stopped by Curtis. He hands Nick a card key to the hotel.
"We got you a week at the Honeymoon Suite," he says with a smile. "Courtesy of the company. And yes, that includes any room service or anything you get from the mini-bar."
Your jaw drops and you look to Teach, standing behind him. She nods in confirmation and you give both her and Curtis a big hug. "That's so sweet! Thank you so much!"
You say your goodbyes for the night, promising to meet your parents in the same restaurant for lunch tomorrow.
As you're going up to the suite you comment, "we don't have any clothes to change into!"
"No worries," Nick coos. "You're not going to need any for tonight." You chuckle and give him a playful smack to his chest as heat rushes to your face. "I'll go get us some clothes tomorrow morning," he promises.
"Thank you, Nick. I'm glad you work with such good people."
As you get to the door of the suite Nick moves to pick you up. You try to stop him, telling him you're too heavy but you see the spark in his eyes that says, "challenge accepted" and concede. Sure enough, he's able to carry you across the threshold, all the way to the giant, heart shaped bed, before gently laying you down.
"Now let's get this beautiful dress off of you so I can see how gorgeous you are."
"You act like this is the first time we've ever had sex."
"It's the first time since we've been married," he retorts. "And if I ever stop treating sex with you like the treasure it is, I want you to call me out on it."
Your reply is cut off by Nick's kiss. His hands work to unzip the back of your dress. As he removes it, he kisses along your shoulder, down to your breasts (gently so as not to trigger the pains you were having the other day). You lift your hips so he can finish removing the dress and he kisses down your belly. He spreads your legs as he kisses down to your core.
Nick licks his lips before using it to play with your clit, making you moan. He takes his time, slowly, gently licking your pearl. His hands kneading your thighs. He pulls away just enough that he can move to start fucking you with his tongue. You both know he knows your favorite spots but he seems intent on avoiding them. When you give him a glare for getting you so wound up he smirks, silently encouraging you when you wrap your legs around his head, pushing him to where you want him.
As you do, he increases his intensity, making you gasp in pleasure. He's eating you like you're the most delicious meal in the world. Your legs tighten around him, a plea for more. You want so much more! You're so close! He lifts your hips, giving him a new angle and your legs spread wide as you cum on his tongue. He doesn't stop until you're ready for him to. His ability to read your body's cues will never cease to amaze you.
"How are you always so gorgeous when you cum?" he breathes. "Well, let's face it, you're always gorgeous."
You chuckle a little, dazed from feeling so good. From finally being past the stress of the wedding and your parents and trying to hide the pregnancy from them. It's your honeymoon and you're going to enjoy it. Especially if Nick has any say in the matter.
He moves off the bed so that he can strip down. You swear he knows how to strip in such a way that it always gets you riled up. Then again, maybe it's just that muscular physique. The one strong enough to carry you, strong enough to make you feel safe. Your legs open up a little more in anticipation and he grins.
"You're so eager for me already?"
"When am I not?"
"Fair," he smirks before crawling over the bed until he's hovering over you. He gently kisses your lips. "I'm the luckiest man in the world."
"I'm so happy you think that," you say before you start kissing along his jawline, gently biting down his neck to his shoulders.
"You really don't know how happy it makes me to see you wearing that ring," he rasps, your lips leaving marks. "How happy it made me that you were willing to marry me."
"Easiest decision I've ever made," you affirm.
He lines himself up with your core before slowly delving into you. You moan and wrap your arms around him, delighting in the stretch, how he fills you like no other has.
When he's fully sheathed he starts rolling his hips. He's going slow, being gentle, but you want more. You wrap your legs around him and try to push him at your preferred pace.
"Oh," he grins. "My Lady wants more?"
"Damn right," you smile.
"Well then I should be a good husband and make sure my wife's needs are met."
He increases his pace and you throw your head back in pleasure. Nick's hands and lips are on you, seemingly never stopping. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping while you let out keens of pleasure. You love the feeling of practically being smothered by him. He makes you feel safe. Makes you feel wanted. Makes sure every time together is pleasurable for you.
Your breath hitches as you recognize the feeling of your orgasm building like a coil winding tightly. Nick senses it and pushes himself off of you making you whine.
"Don't worry, I'm not done with you."
Sitting on his knees he lifts your hips, adjusting himself so he feels even bigger inside of you. Letting out a moan of pleasure, you let yourself enjoy the sensations, the rhythmic rocking of his hips. One of his hands moves to your clit and you start crying out in pleasure, "so close! Please Nick, I'm so close!"
When the coil finally snaps you cum with a cry. Nick never stops fucking you, never stops telling you how gorgeous you look, how good you feel milking his cock, how beautiful you sound. He wants to last longer but the way your squeezing him feels too good and his rhythm starts stuttering as he reaches his own release.
"My beautiful wife," he whispers in your ear as he kisses and caresses you.
"My handsome husband," you respond, returning his kisses.
Later that night, when you're sound asleep, Nick calls Curtis.
"What's going on?"
"There were some unwanted guests trying to crash the party," Curtis explains. "Per your request we made sure Pine had the sister and her husband marked as 'not allowed'. They tried to crash the wedding, but Pine took care of them. We just had Hal cover for him with all the excess photos so your Lady and her parents wouldn't know."
"And the restaurant?"
"The two hung outside, trying to get attention. We made sure the parents were seated away from the windows and Hal would frequently move between Lady and them."
"How long until they get their gift?"
Curtis chuckles at that. "Jake's already delivered the photos to the sister's phone. She really shouldn't be too surprised her husband's cheating. He cheated with her, after all."
Nick gives a cold laugh. "Now give me the truth about the honeymoon suite."
Curtis sighs. "It's a safety measure. Franco the Elder was spotted near your new apartment building. Could be coincidence but I think you and I both know better than that."
Nick's blood freezes. Had Franco learned it was him that killed his brother? Was he scouting the apartment for Nick, or for you?
Curtis continues, "we've got surveillance on the place but keeping the two of you at the hotel for a week should be good for giving us time to establish a pattern, maybe throw him off the scent for your living quarters. But neither of you is to leave that hotel for the week. Understood?"
"You don't order me around, Curtis," Nick bites back.
"You're right, you're not under my purview. But if Barnes hears you went out, leaving your new wife alone in the hotel, he's going to have more than just some words with you."
Nick groans in frustration.
"Just a week," Curtis reiterates. "And Teach is going to make sure you've got clean clothes for the time as well."
Nick is silent for a few moments.
"You focus on your wife this week, Nick. She's the one you need to worry about, understand?"
Summary: With your honeymoon over, you and Nick try to settle into your new lives.
A/N: Reader is female, late 30's/early 40's. No other descriptors used.
Warnings: Pregnancy issues, Threats of violence. Please let me know if I missed any!
Part 5 -- Part 7
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Even knowing the real reason you and Nick got to spend a week at the most expensive hotel in the city, your honeymoon was wonderfully relaxing. Nick lavished attention on you, only to happy to have no other obligations aside from being with you. And it wasn't just you that got attention. Sometimes you'd wake up and Nick would be talking to the baby, even though it was too soon for it to hear him.
You could have been stressed and scared over the knowledge that someone had been casing your and Nick's apartment, but it was difficult when you were having so much fun. Nick only ever shared your attention with your parents once or twice before they had to go home. Apparently your sister's marriage was in trouble since she'd received an email with photos of her husband, your ex-boyfriend, cheating on her. You said your goodbyes to your parents sooner than you maybe would've liked, but Nick didn't let you wallow too much, encouraging you to rest and relax while he enjoyed every inch of your body.
Towards the end of your week at The Cairo Hotel, Nick begged you to let him scout the apartment and confer with the Garbagemen about Franco the Elder's whereabouts. He had to beg because you didn't want to stay at the hotel while he was potentially risking his life. He could have just gone while you were asleep, but he could never live with himself if you woke up and he wasn't there. He made you angry by lying to you once before. He'll never do that again.
You did relent, though. You haven't been together long, but you know Nick would be agitated until he confirmed for himself that your apartment was safe. To keep you from stressing about him being gone he schedules you for a full spa treatment in the hotel while he's out.
When he gets back you can see the relief written all over him. And the excitement.
"Let's get you home, Mrs. Fowler," he grins with a kiss.
A couple weeks after your honeymoon Nick is having trouble sleeping. In the morning you'll be getting an ultrasound and finding out the baby's gender. You've officially passed the first trimester, even the morning sickness is going away. There's so much to look out for and plan!
Every ultrasound the little bean has gotten bigger and bigger. He knows that's how it's supposed to go but he's no less in awe. Especially towards you. It's a risky pregnancy and it's only going to get riskier as the baby grows. He's scared, and that fans the flames of his adoration for you.
You stir in your sleep and Nick gently caresses your cheek until you settle again. You let out a soft sigh and he smiles.
Unfortunately your rest is broken by Nick's phone going off. He's angry at the disturbance but also worried. Only calls and texts from the higher ups are allowed to go through his Do Not Disturb mode.
As you blink awake, Nick reads the text: code blue.
"It's ok, my Lady," Nick reassures with a smile. "Steve's girl is going into labor. All hands on deck."
"I'm glad she's got such good security," you yawn. "That baby is going to be the safest person in the entire city."
"I promise I'll be back as soon---" Nick gets interrupted by a phone call from Curtis. "Must be my orders," he jokes. He answers the phone.
"Nick, you need to stay where you're at," Curtis orders. "August is making his move, Rogers' house is under attack."
"Sounds like they need me," Nick argues.
"Franco hasn't been seen. Rogers wants you to stay put in case Franco decides to make a move."
Nick's blood freezes at the thought. "Understood. Best of luck and stay safe."
"Hal is on his way to provide some surveillance of the building. Teach is watching the security footage around your area as well."
"Thank you for that," Nick replies. "I'm on alert and staying in the apartment."
"Good luck," Curtis says before hanging up.
"What's wrong?" You're fully awake now.
"Rogers is under attack." You gasp, hand to your mouth in shock. "But I'm ordered to stay here in case Franco decides it's a good time to attack."
A mix of emotions hits you, making you feel like you need to throw up. You're worried for Hummingbird but relieved Nick gets to stay with you. You're scared for their baby while grateful that Rogers is letting Nick protect his own child.
Nick takes your hand, interrupting your thoughts.
"It's ok," he says softly, gently rubbing your hand. "We're going to be ok. And so is Rogers' family. You know everyone on our team is the best and loyal to each other. Somehow we're all going to be ok."
Tears start forming in your eyes. "I'll trust you, Nick. I'll always trust you." He wraps his arms around you and holds you tight as the tears start falling. "What do we do?"
"Well I'm going to be giving you a foot massage so we can keep your blood pressure down and give me something to do that isn't staring at the front door and pointing a gun at every sound I hear."
"I swear my blood pressure was fine before we started dating," you chuckle as he helps you get out of bed. "But I wouldn't change it."
"I can say the same," he smiles with a kiss to your hand.
"We should probably reschedule the ultrasound," you suggest as you walk to the living room. "I doubt we'll get good sleep tonight."
"Are you sure?" Nick asks, face softening into puppy dog eyes. "I'm looking forward to it."
You giggle as he helps you onto the couch. He sits at the other end and positions you so that you'd be invisible from the doorway. In your discussions about safety, Nick encouraged a repeat of when you got away from Clark, he jumps and takes all of Franco's attention while you run to the bedroom with the reinforced door lock and call Teach for help. You're still scared but it does help to have a plan.
"Are you hoping for a boy or a girl?" you ask as Nick starts massaging your feet, his head tilt the only outward indication he's not focused solely on you.
"Honestly, I'm hoping for healthy," he admits. "Gender is secondary."
"I understand that but, assuming the baby is perfectly healthy, would you prefer a son or a daughter?"
"Well if we have a little girl I don't doubt I'll be as wrapped around her finger as I am yours. But if we have a son...it'll be the same," he laughs.
Nick's phone beeps with a notification and you both tense. He reads the text and smirks. "Hal says he's broken a bunch of traffic laws but he's in position, watching the area around the building."
Setting the phone down he turns some of his attention back to massaging. "How about you? What's your preference?"
"A girl," you answer firmly. "If only because I want to see how a young woman with your personality takes over the world."
Nick laughs at that. "I just hope they get your brains. You're far---"
He's cut off by a phone call from Teach. He answers and she's talking before he can say anything. "Franco is walking by the front entrance. I've got Hal following him."
"Understood," Nick replies, standing up. He pulls the phone away from his ear just enough to motion for you to get further back into the apartment.
You go but keep the bedroom door open. You're not closing yourself off from Nick until you have to.
Nick wants to go down there and just put a bullet in Franco's brain but he can't risk it being a trap to draw him out, get him away from you. He could call Hal to take his place in the apartment, but that would only stress you more and put someone else at risk. No, he has to stay here where he's able to keep an eye on you.
No one is going to hurt you or the baby so long as he's breathing.
Summary: Your long time work acquaintance Nick Fowler offers to take you to a fancy fundraiser as a way of cheering you up. He insists it's only as friends but when he sees you falling into the grasp of someone he knows is no good, he might change his mind on that.
Word Count: ~1.7k
Warnings: Injured character, References to violence, SMUT. Please let me know if I missed any.
A/N: Reader is an older female (late 30's +). This is part of the Garbage Men AU.
Part 8
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“N-N-Nick, you’re, oh, s-supposed t-to be, ah, resting,” you stammer as Nick continues fucking you with his tongue. He growls into your pussy at your words, his dark eyes telling you that he’s not stopping for anything less than another orgasm from you. He switches to your clit, gently sucking and licking, as he plunges two of his thick fingers into you, making you arch your back and moan. You don’t think you’ve ever felt so much pleasure in such a short time.
True to your word you’d held Nick’s hand as he was getting patched up. It really felt like he was just looking for an excuse to hold your hand and have you dote on him, but you didn't mind. He was prescribed bed rest and painkillers but he declined the latter saying he didn't care for the dulled senses that came with it.
He practically begged you to not send him away for his bed rest. He'd sleep on your couch if you wanted but he needed to be near you in case of retaliation from Kent’s people. Your apartment building was still being watched by Nick's people so it was also much safer for him. You told him you’d be happy to take care of him while he rested in your bed and he smirked.
“So you finally believe me when I tell you I want you?”
“You heard that,” you commented. “I thought I’d said it quietly enough.”
“My hearing is better than you think,” he pulls you in for a kiss. “Looking forward to hearing all your whimpers and moans tonight. If you’ll let me.”
Your body is on fire. Forgetting yourself for a moment you hold Nick tight to you, letting go as soon as you hear his pained grunt. “Shit. Sorry, Nick. You really should lay down and get some proper rest.”
“Not a chance,” he snarls before kissing you again. “Finally got you, not gonna let a few injuries get in the way of being with you.”
“Exactly,” you breathe, pulling away from him. “You’ve got me, we’ve got time.”
“Nope,” he pulls you close again. “Gotta make up for lost time. All that time I didn’t see you for the wonderful, intelligent, strong, beautiful Lady you were.”
Thinking he’ll fall asleep as soon as he lays down, at most after you get in some cuddling, you smile and lead him to the bedroom. You undress and his eyes darken with lust.
“Lay down for me,” he says, his tone just shy of an order.
And that’s how you ended up coming on Nick’s tongue enough times that your brain melted. Now his thick, talented fingers are working their own magic as his eyes study you. He’s clearly looking for a reaction but you’re too lost in all the sensations to know what to give him. His stubble gently scratching your thighs. His mouth playing with your pearl. The sounds he’s pulling from you that you didn’t know you could make.
Then his fingers graze over a spot that has you seeing stars, stretching your legs open wider for him. When your eyes can focus again, Nick looks almost sinister and he rubs his fingers over that spot again, just long enough for you to react but not long enough to follow through on that ecstasy it gives you. He does it again and you whine, your pussy clenching around his fingers.
“Please, Nick,” you rasp.
He releases your clit, giving you some relief, and coos, “do you promise not to keep talking about me needing rest?”
“Y-yes, Nick.”
“Good,” he licks your clit again. “Because you are the best damn medicine in the world for me.” He moves his fingers over that same spot and, this time, doesn’t stop rubbing. He watches you come apart on his fingers and he moans at how beautiful you look. He’ll never get tired of hearing you chanting his name as he makes you come.
You’re not sure at what point you passed out. You just remember waking up to Nick smiling as he praised you.
“Nick,” you rasp. “I feel like I can’t move my legs.”
“Don’t worry my Lady. I’ll take damn good care of you.”
“I’m supposed to be taking care of you,” you protest.
“You want to take care of me,” he raises an eyebrow questioningly. “Then how about I get a condom on.” You moan at that and he starts to undress.
You could tell that Nick was strong but seeing him without his shirt gave you an entirely new appreciation for how strong he really was. And an appreciation for how gentle he could be with you. If you could move you’d crawl over and start kissing his injuries in appreciation for how he had protected you. As it was, your legs were completely useless and Nick had effectively drained you of strength in all the best ways.
When Nick finally removes his boxers you lick your lips in anticipation, making him chuckle darkly. “You are an eager Lady,” he comments.
“I’m also eager to make up for overlooking you,” you confess. “All those dates that led to nothing and I didn’t once think of you.”
Nick puts the condom on and moves onto the bed, hovering over you as he gives a deep, gentle, loving kiss. “No more regrets,” he says as he starts gently pushing his erection into you. The stretch feels so good and you moan appreciatively, kissing along Nick’s jawline until he’s fully sheathed. You swear you can feel him shaking with effort to be gentle for you. He whispers, “tell me when you’re ready for me to move.”
“Please, Nick,” you whine. “Please fuck me like you’ve wanted to.”
Nick groans at your words and starts rolling his hips. You’re incredibly grateful he put so much time and energy into preparing you. His cock is so much more than any other lover you’ve had and he clearly knows how to use it. He’s hitting all of the spots you need and, as he increases his pace and force, you find yourself careening towards yet another blissful orgasm.
“That’s it, beautiful Lady,” he grunts. “Come all over my cock. Wanna feel how tight you can squeeze me.” He sits back on his feet and readjusts himself, pushing into you at a new angle that has you gasping. His hand moves to your clit and he rubs it in time with his thrusts, pushing you over the edge and you squeeze him as you cream all over his cock, making him come with you. He lets out a few grunts in surprise at how quickly he came.
The rest of the night is spent exchanging loving kisses and caresses. Taking care of each other as best as you can.
When you wake up you still can’t really move your legs. Nick is still sleeping and you opt to let him stay that way. He has a lot of healing to do and you’re not really sure last night was actually good for his injuries. You struggle to get yourself put together enough to make breakfast, smiling as you remember what led to you having such rubbery legs.
Putting some bagels in the toaster you grab your phone to read as you wait. Your jaw drops at the number of notifications. Going through all the messages from friends, family and coworkers you start piecing things together.
Clark Kent’s rampage went viral. You had been clearly identified as a potential victim and many people were checking in to make sure you were okay, clearly upset when you didn’t respond right away. There were even some texts from your sister asking if you had the means to sue him. No doubt she just wanted to cash in on you getting some kind of settlement so you deleted those messages.
There was also an email from Teach. You opened it quickly, afraid that your protection had been rescinded for overstepping. Instead, she offered you access to the Family’s lawyer. Not only for the attempted assault but, according to trustworthy witnesses and security footage, Mr. Kent had clearly implied that he’d been stalking you. This was clearly referencing his comment about seeing your pay stubs.
Looking over some of the news coverage it was clear Clark Kent had finally taken a hit and he didn’t know how to respond. Stock prices in his companies plummeted as soon as photos of him in handcuffs surfaced. While he had made bail, it looked like he’d decided to lock himself up in one of his penthouses, refusing all interviews and public appearances. He even took his social media presence private for now.
You’re startled out of your reading by Nick’s gentle caress on your cheek. The two of you talk over everything as you make up a small breakfast.
“You’re really something else, you know that,” he asks. “I work for years trying to even make a dent into this guy’s reputation and in just a few weeks you’ve obliterated it.”
“I’m sure it’ll be old news before long,” you shake your head. “And he’ll be back on top in no time.”
“Yeah, but it’ll never be the same,” he retorts with a smile. “You’ve changed a lot of people’s minds about him and I’ll always be grateful to you for that.”
“Do you think he’ll retaliate somehow?”
“Possibly,” Nick’s smile drops. “Probably. But with both a police and public record, it’ll be a lot more difficult for him to make any move against you.”
“So you’ll probably have to go back to your actual work,” you comment. “I won’t have my guard dog around as much.” You look at the puppy dog plushie Nick had gotten you for your first gift.
“You’re still my priority,” he asserts. “I will never change my mind about that.”
The rest of the morning is spent talking about what comes next. You’ve never felt more hopeful about the future.
Summary: Your long time work acquaintance Nick Fowler offers to take you to a fancy fundraiser as a way of cheering you up. He insists it's only as friends but when he sees you falling into the grasp of someone he knows is no good, he might change his mind on that.
Word Count: ~1200
Warnings: Implied violence and attempted murder. Please let me know if I missed any.
A/N: Reader is an older female (late 30's +). This is part of the Garbage Men AU. I'm not yet sure if this will be a full series or just a two part story.
Part 2
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Nick pulled up to the City Clerk’s offices. He had all the off times memorized so he could always get a good parking spot. He had some clues to follow up on with McMann.
He also had your work schedule memorized so he knew he'd get the right help. He once made the mistake of thinking someone else could help him while you were on vacation. Never again. Thankfully your quiet demeanor didn't seem to extend to him and you would let him know when you'd be out, barring a sick day here or there.
He’d asked you before about why you worked so many hours. “You have seniority here. Have some of the younger people work the overtime.”
“They’re just kids,” you chide him. “Let them enjoy life a little. If they want the overtime, they get it but I’m happy to see them actually having lives. If I can help keep the world from breaking them so quickly I’ll happily do it.”
Nick smiled at the memory of your conversation. The smile dropped when he walked up to your desk and noticed your red, puffy eyes; your trash bin filled with tissues. “What happened,” he asked.
“Oh,” you sniffle, “it’s just some allergies is all.”
“You’ve never had allergies before. What happened?”
“It doesn’t matter, Nick,” you objected. “Now, how can I help you?”
“You can help me by telling me what happened.”
You tried to stare him down but knew from experience it would be a losing battle. When Nick wanted answers, he got them somehow or another. You sag your shoulders and tell him, “you remember I was visiting family recently?” He nods. “I…my ex-boyfriend…hooked up with my sister. They got married last month and no one told me. It was a big wedding, too.”
Nick nods in sympathy, “no notice or anything. Doesn’t sound like good family to me.”
You agree, “and I know it shouldn’t bother me. He is an ex-boyfriend after all. But…it still hurts. My sister said they didn’t tell me because they didn’t want me to ruin their special day by being upset.” You laugh harshly, “I guess I’m just proving their point.”
“No,” Nick demurred. “They are in the wrong here. Someone should have at least told you they were together. I’m sorry they hurt you.”
You sniffle, “thanks Nick. It’s nice to have someone on my side.” You smile up at him and he smiles back. “Anyways, what are you here for? How can I help you?”
The two of you easily step into your usual work rhythm. You spend a couple hours finding all the documents Nick is looking for, getting them scanned, and everything else he needs. The work is intermingled with the occasional joke or story. You and Nick have gotten along well ever since he learned you could help him with the most detailed of requests. Where others would give him a binder to sort through, you seemed to always know where in the binder the exact information was. Nick appreciated that kind of skill.
As he’s wrapping to go he takes another glance at the tissues in your trash bin, a reminder of your tears and hurt. He turns to you and asks, “have you heard the phrase “the best revenge is living well”? It’s not the exact line, but you get the sentiment.” You shake your head no and he continues, “I know you don’t like hurting people but I don’t think you should wallow in your pain. Your best option to get revenge on your family for excluding you is to, well, live well. Show them they didn’t hurt you as much as they think.”
“That’s a nice idea, Nick, but my life is so dull I don’t know that I can.”
“Well,” he hesitates, “I’ve got a charity event coming up. It’s nothing too fancy, not a black-tie thing. But I could use a plus one.” Your eyebrows raise in surprise. “It’s not a date,” he quickly assures. “I just get tired of inane conversation and could use a friend to help me out.”
“Why go at all if you don’t enjoy it?”
“Work requirement. My bosses want me to schmooze a few people. Having you with me might actually be helpful. If you’re up for it.” You consider his words and he goes on, thinking to sweeten the deal, “the drinks are free, you can dress up, and maybe you’ll meet someone who’ll help you completely forget about that ex of yours.”
You smile, “you know what, Nick? That sounds absolutely lovely.”
The day of the event you get the notification from Nick telling you he’s outside your building. When you step outside he immediately spots you and his eyebrows raise.
“Is..is something wrong with my dress,” you ask.
“Not a thing,” he whispers. “I just…I never would’ve figured you to have something so…high class.”
“Oh, yeah,” you smile, heat hitting your cheeks. “I honestly was never expecting to have an opportunity to wear it. But sometimes you just need to treat yourself. I’d sometimes put the dress on and walk around my apartment just because it made me feel pretty.”
“Well, please allow me to confirm that you are very pretty,” Nick smiles as he opens the car door for you. You thank him as you get in, completely unaware of Nick’s internal dialogue about whether or not to make this an actual date.
Nick continues to be a gentleman as you arrive at the event. He opens your door for you and offers his arm to walk you inside. You eagerly accept, surprised at how beefy his arm feels. He generally wears long sleeves so you had no idea he was hiding so much muscle.
You walk inside and breathe a little easier when you see that Nick was right in saying it wasn’t an overly formal affair. Part of you had worried you would be under-dressed. Nick walks you around, showing you where things are (especially the open bar), and answering your questions about the event’s etiquette. Remembering that you’re supposed to be here as just friends, once you’re comfortable, you let Nick get to work and wander around on your own.
Nick is trying to focus on his work, getting intel and talking up influential people. But he makes sure to keep an eye out for you, making sure you’re having fun. He finishes up a conversation and hears you laughing loudly before quickly trying to muffle yourself. Nick smiles as he looks for you, but it quickly drops when he sees who you’re with.
Clark Kent, nicknamed Man of Steel because of his near monopoly of the industry. His union busting and bribery has kept him on top and made him richer than any one man should be. Nick’s been working for the Family to try to find anything that can bring him down. Unfortunately, he’s bulletproof. Nothing sticks and he gets to keep his incredibly clean record and reputation. And he’s chatting you up, making you laugh.
