*I've been rewatching Orange is the New Black and I forgot how in love with Nicky I am. So here is Nicky one shot I've been thinking about. There may be more of these. Saddle up, cause this is a long one.*
Say You're Mine
Nicky Nichols x Reader
Warnings: cursing, 18+, fingering, oral, jealousy
When you were sentenced and sent to Litchfield, you promised yourself that you would keep your head down and do your time. You met Nicky and became best friends, but still kept your promise to yourself. You wouldn't let yourself get involved with anyone and soon became a prize to win. Boo and Nicky decide to see who can get you first during their competition to see who can sleep with the most girls after Boo finds Nicky's sex diary.
You have been at Litchfield for a year now and you have one year left on your sentence. You told yourself when you got sentenced that you would come in, do your time, and go back to your life. You didn't want to get in any trouble or attach yourself to anyone, and you definitely weren't going to get physically involved. You've kept most of that promise to yourself so far. Most, not all. You have become attached to one red haired junkie in particular, though. Nicky Nichols. She became someone you leaned on for everything. She made this place feel normal.
"Hey, beautiful." You hear a familiar raspy voice from behind you, breaking you from your thoughts, and look from your eggs to see Nicky taking a seat next to you, breakfast tray in hand.
"Hey," you smile and bump her elbow with your own.
"Nicky, great you're here. Y/N wasn't being helpful, and I need you to tell me which dress you like better." Morello slaps a bridal magazine on the table in front of the two of you, pointing to a large, puffy wedding dress. Nicky rolls her eyes and you can't help but crack a smile.
"Morella, I love you, but it's too fucking early for this shit. Can I just eat my eggs in peace," Nicky says as she takes a mouthful of just that.
"Alright, fine," Morello pulls away the magazine and continues flipping through the pages.
"Hey, Y/N. You look pretty this morning." You look to your left to see Big Boo sliding in next to you.
"Morning, thanks Boo," you say and smile at her.
"How'd you sleep, princess," she asks and rests her chin in her hand, looking at you. You furrow your brows together. She is being weirder than usual. Boo has made attempts in the past to get with you, but this is off.
"Fine. Are you okay," you question and she offers an awkward laugh.
"I'm great, especially now that I'm here. I see you finished your eggs. Did you want any of mine?" She slides her tray closer to you.
"No, thanks though. You sure you're good?"
"I'm wonderful. You know," she begins, but pauses to brush a strand of hair over your shoulder. "I'd be even better if you'd sit next to me at the movies tonight." Her smile grows and she raises a brow in question. You hear Nicky scoff from behind you.
"Could you be any more desperate," Nicky calls from over your shoulder, and you turn to see her face slightly red. Her brows knitted together in annoyance.
"Why don't you shut the fuck up, Nichols," Boo says in a sweet voice.
"Um, sure Boo. I'll sit with you." You smile and give her a nod. You hear Nicky scoff again. You wonder why Nicky is so bothered by this. So many questions are running through your head about both of their behaviors this morning.
"Great, let me know your favorite snacks and I'll make sure to pick some up from commissary for you," she says and rubs your shoulder. You look down at her hand, then back at her, with a confused expression.
"Oh, okay, thanks. I'll do that," you nod and she grabs her tray, leaving the table.
"What the fuck? We always sit together for movie night," Nicky exclaims with a frustrated tone.
"Well, she asked and I didn't want to be rude. Why do you care so much, anyways?"
"I don't. Just forget it." Nicky rolls her eyes and continues eating her breakfast.
"Hey, you can sit with us."
"No thanks." She shakes her head and you look to Morello, who gives us a confused shrug. Breakfast continues without another word from Nicky.
***
You are sitting in your bed, reading a book when you feel the mattress sink next to you. You look to see the familiar mane of red hair. You look back to your book, trying to seem as though you are unbothered by her presence. In reality, you are still incredibly annoyed with her because of her behavior this morning.
"What's going on in your book," she asks, knowing how much you love to talk about your current read. You always go into great depth about your books, and even though you end up spoiling it for Nicky every time, she loves how excited you get when you talk about it.
"Nothing," you say and continue reading. She lays her head on your shoulder and your stomach tightens.
"Come on, I know you want to tell me all about it." She nudges you slightly. You don't say anything and she lets of a breath. "Are you mad at me from this morning?" You stand your ground and try to continue to focus on the words on the page. You feel her getting closer until her lips are almost touching your ear. "You know you can't stay mad at me," she whispers, and her warm breath sends shivers through your whole body. You force yourself to keep your composure, but then you feel hands on your ribs. She begins tickling you and you squeal, throwing your book down.
"Stop," you scream through your laughter and fall onto your bed. She crawls on top of you and continues attacking you. You can't help but laugh and scream, pleading for her to stop in between sharp breaths.
"Are you still mad at me," she asks through her own laughter.
"No! No," you screech and suddenly the torture stops. You open your eyes to see her hovering over you. Her hands are on either side of your head, her frizzy locks are a curtain over both of your faces. She has a lazy smile on her face, and you can only assume it matches your own.
"I'm sorry for being a bitch this morning," she says, and moves a piece of hair off of your forehead and behind your ear. Her finger traces the shape of your lobe. You feel goosebumps rise on your skin. You sit in comfortable silence for a moment. You are still catching your breath while you admire her beautiful face. Her finger moves from your ear, to your jawline, up to your bottom lip. She is watching her thumb trace the shape of your face. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth and the action makes your chest tighten. You can't help but admit that Nicky does something to you. You push down those feelings and avoid it as much as possible. She does make it hard for you, though. She is never this affectionate, but flirting is common for her. You never let yourself take it seriously. You know her track record and about her sex diary. You found it one day on accident and snooped. You didn't see your name in there, thankfully, but sex is a sport to her. In here, it's a good distraction for most. It's a way to cope. It's hard being alone and never having physical touch. Even you can admit that you struggle with it. Some days it becomes almost unbearable to not want it, but it only leads to trouble. You have seen too many broken hearts or drama start from prison relationships. You don't need that, especially not when you'll be stuck with that person the rest of your sentence.
"Get off of her inmate," you hear someone yell behind you, making you both jump. You look to see Bell standing at the edge of your cube. Nicky rolls her eyes and moves off of you, sitting next to you on the bed. Bell continues on her way down the isle.
"You shouldn't go to the movie with Boo," Nicky says. You stitch your brows and look at her.
"Why," you question.
"Well, she's clearly trying to fuck you."
"Yeah, and that bothers you," you smirk and she gives you an annoyed look, but doesn't respond. "Come on, Nicky. You know I don't play that game. Even if I did, why would you care who I fuck," you raise your brows in wait for an answer.
"Because Boo is a slut. She fucks anything that moves." She crosses her arms over her chest.
"Oh what, and you don't? I've seen your fingers in five different girls' pussies just this week. You're not any better. You and Boo are the same with your pussy competition. Who's winning that by the way," you laugh. "At least Boo doesn't keep a bang book." You roll your eyes. Boo and her have this ridiculous competition going on to see who can fuck the most girls. Nicky shoves you and you shove her back. She does it again and this causes a play fight to break out between the two of you. You are both laughing as you push each other, until Nicky grabs both of your wrists. She pulls you close to her, so your faces are only inches away. She has that famous smirk of her lips and you try hard to keep your smile at bay. Her gaze moves from your eyes to your mouth and back again. You could cut the sexual tension in the cube with a knife. You feel butterflies fighting to erupt inside you. She leans in closer and closer until your lips are brushing against one another, just a whisper of a kiss, as if Nicky is asking for permission. Your breath hitches and your head is screaming for you to stop, but your body is pleading for more. Ultimately your body wins the internal battle as you push your fingers into her mane and pull her into you. Your lips meet and her hands find your waist, squeezing slightly. Your lips melt together as one entity as you kiss. She inevitably pulls away for air and you find yourself missing her lips, already.
"You want to go to the chapel," she asks as she bites her bottom lip. Sex. That's all she wants. You can't deny that you want that too, more than you ever have while being in here at this moment, if you're being honest with yourself. You can't, you won't. If she can make you feel like this from kissing, then sex is just going to make you addicted and you don't need that.
"No, I don't. I'm sorry, Nicky." You rub your thumb over her cheek before pulling you hands into your lap. She pulls her lips into a thin line.
"Right, you don't play that game," she huffs before exiting your cube.
***
The room is dark and the only sound filling the room is the munching of snacks and eruption of laughter every once in a while. You are focused on the movie as you share a knitted blanket with Boo while you enjoy the Snickers she got you from commissary. Nicky is sitting on the other side of you, arms crossed, and every so often making a side eye at you and Boo. You feel Boo's hand move to your knee and rest there. You make note of it, but ignore it as you continue to watch the movie. Eventually that hand starts to run higher up your thigh. You put your hand on top of hers to stop it in place. In your peripheral, you see Nicky shift next to you. You move you hand back to where it was. After a while, Boo's hand starts to explore your thigh again, getting closer to the inside. You shift and stop her hand once again. You look at her, and her gaze meets yours, giving you a wink.
"You look sexy. No one will see," she whispers to you.
"Boo, I-"
"Would you guys shut the fuck up. I can't focus on the movie," Nicky leans over and joins the conversation.
"Hey, Nichols, why don't you mind your own fucking business and quit with the cliterference."
"Why don't you keep your hands to yourself," Nicky retorts.
"I don't cock block your efforts, so how about you show some respect and don't do it to mine. You had your chance. You're going to lose, so deal with it." You take in the back and forth arguing between them and finally it hits you. The competition. The fucking competition. That explains their behavior. You're the target. Your blood beings to boil as you realize that they are competing to see who can fuck you first. You told Nicky when you first heard about this stupid bet that you would not be apart of it. She promised that you would not be involved in this. You can't believe that she really let Boo place bet on you.
"Shut the fuck up, Boo," Nicky spats.
"Why don't both of you shut the fuck up? I can't believe you. Me? You made me your fucking competition. Fuck both of you." You throw the blanket at Boo and rip your ear bud out, rushing out of the room. You can't believe Nicky. The flirting, affection, attitude, the kiss were all for this fucking competition. You are not some prize to be won. You are not some piece of meat. You make your way through the halls until you push open the doors to the chapel. You sit on a pew and put your head in your hands. You do your best to fight back the tears that want to escape. You will not let her make you cry. You feel like such an idiot. How could you let her kiss you? How could you let her get to you and make you feel something for her? You know Nicky, maybe better than anyone in here. You know that she can never be serious. She will never let herself feel for someone. It's all just physical, all for her own benefit. After the kiss, she was mad at you for rejecting her, like it hurt her feelings. What bullshit.
"Y/N?" A cracked and raspy voice comes from behind you. The sound of it alone makes you want to explode. It makes you want to scream. "Y/N, I'm so sorry."
"Fuck you, Nichols. Leave me alone." You shake your head, refusing to look at her. More in fear that you will cry than anything else. You hear her sit down next to you. You feel her hand touch your shoulder and you smack it off of you in an instant. "Don't you dare touch me," you say, rage dripping off of every word. Seeing her deep brown eyes makes your heart crack. Your restraint is falters as a single tear escapes. You see Nicky's bottom lip quiver. "Don't start fucking crying. You have no right." you shove her chest and she looks down at her lap. "You have no fucking right," you say louder, pushing her chest again. All she does is take it. "You're a horrible person, you know that?" She still doesn't say anything. "I trusted you. I told you not to involve me in this shit! I trusted you, and you tried to use me!" The anger in you begins to grow and the tears are falling freely now. The more you say, the more angry you get. The more you want to take it out on her. "You're supposed to be my friend! I'm not just some other bitch for you to fuck and dump!" Your palm meets her chest again. "I'm not nothing! I'm not just another conquest!" As your hand is about to meet her again, she grabs your wrist, finally making eye contact with you. Tears are running down her cheeks.
"I don't think that," she yells. "Fuck, I've never thought that." The sentence is barely above a whisper.
"Really, because it sure seems like you do."
"Well I don't." Her voice is sharp. She looks away again, not able to meet your gaze. "Boo wanted to make you competition. I told her no, but she was going to try either way. She said that whoever got you would win. She was fucking set on you. I couldn't..." Her voice trails off.
"You couldn't what?"
"I couldn't stand the idea of you with someone! Someone that's not me!" You breath catches in your throat at those words. More tears slips down her face and the sight makes you hurt. Nicky would never let someone know how much she truly cares. She's said it herself multiple times. She has commitment issues and a fucked up idea of love because of her mom, but here and now, she's admitting it to you. As much as you love hearing that sentence, it also infuriates you.
"Nicky, you're so fucking confusing! You can fuck every girl here, but the minute someone might have an opportunity with me, it's not okay? That's some twisted shit. You know that right," you ask and she offers a sad laugh.
"I never said I wasn't fucked up. I'm sorry, babe," She gives a smile that doesn't meet her eyes as she brings her hand to your cheek, wiping away the left over tears. You can't help but lean into her touch. It is silent for a moment, while you both let your emotions settle. Finally you break it.
"So, you really can't stand to see me with anyone but you? That sounds like a confession."
"Well, we are in a chapel. You're supposed to confess, right?" Her hand moves from your face to your neck.
"So, confess then, Nichols," you lean in closer to her. She lets out a breathy laugh.
"I confess that I want you so fucking bad, all the time, and not just sexually. Even though I do think about that quiet a lot." There she goes, biting her damn bottom lip. Her hand trails down your shoulder, to your arm, then to your thigh. You take in a deep breath, trying to settle the bundle of nerves building in your stomach. "I confess that I think about you day and night. That I love the way you rant about your books, the way you smile, the way you say my name." Her fingers play with the hem of your pants before she slides her fingers under them and into your panties. She runs her fingers over your lips and you visibly shiver, making her smile. Her index finger finds you clit and she rubs small circles. "I confess that I touch myself to the thought of you," she whispers in your ear, before taking your lobe between her teeth. You let out a small whimper.
"Nicky," you moan as the her movement on your core picks up speed.
"I love when you say my name, baby." Your eyes flutter shut and your head falls back when she plunges those fingers into you. You let out a loud moan and feel her move. You open your eyes when her fingers pull out of you. You see her now on her knees in front of you. She grabs either side of your pants and tugs, indicating for you to lift. She pulls your pants off frantically before grabbing your bare hips, and pulling you to the edge of the pew. She throws your legs over her shoulders, wrapping her arms around your thighs, and grips tight to hold you in place. "Fuck, I've thought about the way you taste for so long," she groans and rolls her eyes seductively before bowing her head to meet your throbbing center. You feel her tongue flick up and your head instantly falls back, mouth dropping open. She buries her face into you, her tongue running up and down in fast motions, before stopping at your clit and taking it between her teeth. She gently rubs it between her teeth while sucking, forcing you to let out a loud scream. "As much as I'd love to make you scream, you need to be quiet for me, baby." You nod and she smiles, kissing your inner thigh. "That's my girl," she praises before moving her face back to your now soaking pussy. Her tongue shoves inside you and you gasp.
"Fuck, Nicky," you moan as quietly as your body will allow. As she continues to lick you up and down, exploring every inch of your flower, her hand reaches up to squeeze your breast. She then pulls away.
"Take the rest of your clothes off," she demands, standing up. You obey, pulling your shirts off, and then your bra. You're now bare and suddenly feel self conscious. You move your arms over your breasts and stomach. Nicky grabs your arms, pulling them off of you. "Don't hide from me. You're fucking perfect."
"Take your clothes off," you say, nodding your head toward her attire and she smirks. She pulls her work boots off before peeling off her uniform. She is now standing in front of you, naked and beautiful. You lick your lips and the sight of her.
"Fuck, the way you're looking at me makes me so wet," she moans and grabs your arm. She pulls you onto the stage and behind the podium. She sets you inside the large hollow middle of the podium, hidden away from anyone that may come in. She latches onto your neck and begins to suck hard. You groan as your fingers find her center. You play softly with her folds before sliding your fingers inside her. She is so wet and so warm. She moans and follows your actions by sliding her fingers inside you, while her other hand is placed above your head on the podium, propping her up. You both finger each other and she rests her forehead on yours. Her hair sticks to her the sides of her face from sweat and you know yours is doing the same. You both pick up pace and are plunging your fingers into one another. You are both a mess of moans as you stare into each other's eyes. She has a lazy smile on her lips and she brings her thumb to your clit. Her thumb rubs hard circles on your clit as her index and middle finger pump into you.
"Oh my god, Nicky," you say as your eyes close. She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth as she watches you being to unfold. "Nicky, fuck," you say her name again, your moans getting louder. Your fingers are still pumping in and out of her and she moans. You take your other hand and being to rub her clit.
"Say my name again, baby," you moans out. The command makes you more wet, if that is even possible.
"Nicky," you moan and her motions on your core become faster and harder.
"Fuck, you're mine, aren't you baby?" You bite your bottom lip and nod. "Say it. Say you're mine." You buck your hips against her hand. She is riding your fingers the same way you are hers.
"I'm yours, Nicky. Fuck, I'm yours." You meet her brown eyes. They are dark in a way you've never seen. They are hungry and determined.
"You're so fucking beautiful."
"Nicky, I'm about to..." You can't even finish your sentence from the tightening building in your stomach and you squeeze your eyes shut. You feel like you're about to explode from the pressure rising inside you.
"Me too, baby. I want you to look at me when you cum," she says and you open your eyes to meet hers again. Your legs being to shake wildly as you feel sweat roll between your breasts. You can't hold it any longer and you release. You scream as you stare deep into her eyes and allow the tension to release until you feel pure bliss. Once Nicky feels your cum now dripping down her hand, she pulls out of you and her hand grabs the other side of the podium, squeezing the wood as you finish her. Her eyes slam shut as her head falls back. You bring one of her nipples into your mouth and roll it between your teeth. A moan erupts from her lips as you feel her tighten around your fingers and then hot, wet cum soaks your hand. You pull out of her, making her shiver. She slumps down in front of you, resting her forehead against yours once again. She brings her fingers to her lips and sucks your juices off of them. The action makes your center twitch as you roll your eyes in pleasure of the sight before you.
"You are so fucking sexy," you say and pull her head to yours until your mouth meets. Your lips move in sink, still hungry for one another. She breaks the kiss and laughs as you rest your hand comfortably in her hair. "Tell me you're mine," you demand and she gives you a wide smile.
authors note: sorta self indulgent, i just had to write for her. more fics w her soon.. masterlist link here.
ฅ ฅ cw: nicky x female reader, tiny bit of angst followed with fluff. sorta ooc but idrc.
You crept in through the slight crack into the electrical room, where wires lay frayed and wrenches rusted, yet there she was — tucked near the corner where the fluorescent light flickered on and off, casting long, restless shadows across the cracked tiles.
The washing machine hummed a low, steady buzz that made the room feel alive even in its decay. And there stood Nicky Nichols, exactly where you knew she’d be — your shared spot, the one place that was always yours — and still, every time, just the sight of her made your chest tighten in that dizzying, stupid rush that came from merely hearing her name.
“L/N,” she said, blonde curls bouncing as she lifted her head, her eyes sweeping over you the way they always did—slow, deliberate, almost memorizing. She looked at you like she was tracing a map she already knew by heart but still needed to touch again, something she didn’t even seem to realize she was doing.
She always stared. Always leaned in a little like she couldn’t help it, pupils widening like she could drag you closer just by looking, like she could study your soul with the tilt of her eyes or the twitch of her mouth.
Your slides shuffled over the tile as you stepped toward her. Each step slow in the way you watched her movements.
“Nicky,” you murmured, aiming for calm, but the second her gaze lifted from beneath her lashes, your mouth betrayed you — your grin broke through before you could stop it.
She stepped closer, warmth radiating off her like a furnace, and it lifted every hair on your arms. She pointed at your face with two fingers, her fake preppy-designer voice dripping sarcasm as she said, “Now, see how much better you look when you’re smiling. Not all grumpy, eh?”
You scoffed, swatting at her hand. “You’re so stupid. Shut up.”
She grinned — that reckless, effortless grin — but it slipped for half a second. Something softer, bare, flickered behind her brown eyes. “I missed you, kid.”
Her words sank into you, warming everything at once. And for a moment the room stilled — suspended, like static before the radio cuts in. A hazy, almost sedating warmth washed through you.
You slid down the wall. She followed instantly, shoulders brushing yours, knees knocking every few seconds — small touches that sent little sparks skimming under your skin.
Nicky leaned back, dragging her hands over her face with a half-laugh, half-sigh.
“Alright, alright,” she muttered, voice low. “Look at me getting all sentimental. That’s not my gig — that’s yours.”
Your breath hitched, chest tight, and she scoffed softly.
“Fuck, uh… I mean, we’re friends, yeah? It’s fun. Just fun,” her voice dipped low, rough at the edges, and bled into something too raw to swallow back down.
Silence stretched. She rocked her head against the wall, eyes flicking up at the flickering light, lips pressed tight like she’d been biting down on the truth for too long.
“Nichols… why do you care?” you asked quietly. “You flirt with everyone. I’m not… special.”
She laughed — uneven, warm, almost pained. “Christ, kid. If you really think you’re not special, then you haven’t been paying attention.”
Your chest felt light — floaty almost — the way her words rolled off her tongue like they were nothing, even though they weren’t nothing. Not for you. Not for her.
Still, your stubbornness flared, instinctive and stupid.
“Don’t try to twist this,” you muttered. “It’s not my fault you’ve slept with half the prison.”
She tilted her head, amused but tired. “Yeah, but you know I confessed. A dozen times. Maybe more.”
You went still. She was right. You ignored her. Ignored everything she said. Ignored the way your chest ached whenever she smiled at you.
“I just—” your mouth went dry, words failing you.
“No, baby. I know. You’re stubborn. You don’t wanna let me in. You guard your heart. Eh… I’m not mad, I can’t be. It’s what made me love you so impossibly much. It’s fucking bitter and sharp—shit stings like hell. I’m so fucking infatuated with you, it hurts. My chest aches. It aches. Whenever you’re not here, it’s withdrawal. My brain goes haywire, like you pulled the plug.”
Your heart rattled against your ribcage, clawing upward, like it wanted out. Like it wanted her.
The ache became unbearable.
You leaned in, grabbed Nicky’s face, and kissed her. Hard.
She gasped — a sharp inhale of surprise — before melting into you, hands sliding around your waist, dragging you onto her lap like she’d been waiting her whole life for this exact second. Your legs wrapped around her instinctively, clinging.
The kiss deepened slow at first, warm and searching — then it broke open, frantic, desperate. Every kiss a plea. Every press of lips a confession. Teeth knocking, tongues tangling, hands grasping and pulling and memorizing. Her fingers threaded through your hair like she needed proof you were real.
You tore apart only when you had to breathe, foreheads pressed, both of you panting. Nicky looked at you through messy curls and glassy eyes, voice wrecked and low.
“What is it?”
You swallowed, chest trembling. “I love you.”
Her face lit up, grin splitting across it — then she masked it, teasing, almost playful, yet her voice held low and raspy. “Hey now. Put a ring on it first.”
You giggled. She laughed with you, warm and free, pulling you back for another kiss — slow, messy, endless — letting the warmth between you stretch, hearts hammering together, skin pressed, breaths mingling, the room disappearing around you until it was just this ache that settled between you.
He like seeing you getting along with stranger's kids pretty well.
Like when you two are just taking a walk and saw a baby looking at you funny from their parent's shoulder, you'd playfully wave at them and play peekaboo as they let out a surprised giggle. You chuckled quietly to yourself so you don't interrupt the parent.
Nicky finds it REALLY ADORABLE like "with our kid when 🧎"
Or also when he held a charity event, he saw you kneeling down to the kids' level and talking softly to them with your softness in your eyes just makes his heart MELT
You befriended with a lot of neighborhood kids and they ADORES you as much as he does.
You're so friendly and welcoming but they didn't saw that at first until you truly show to them that your intentions are good.
Sometimes you don't wanna follow Nicky with his business just to hang out with the kids. He later found you playing ball with them a few blocks away.
Seeing you laughing when they beat you and cheering + high-fiving them when your team wins just makes him fall in love with you again.
Sometimes Chris joined you and thus begin the big match between two teams >:)
The other day you and Nicky roaming around town to get some fresh air, some kids walked by and their eyes immediately lighted up when they saw you.
"Hi y/n!" they excitedly waved at you. A bit surprised to stumbled through them, you gladly waved and hey them back.
Now you can't tell me that Nicky ain't feelin' a bit envious for your charm for those rugrats. He didn't look that intimating but you make it look like it's so easy he can't help it.
Dr strange meme where he said "teach me" that's him
"Wow. And here I thought I'm everyone's favorite." He joked as you elbowed him and laughed with him.
Also hear me out. Imagine those kids. YOUR kids. Getting into trouble and you saved them by defending them before the police or any adults beat em up for stealing and pay for whatever damage to leave the kids alone since you're practically rich.
When Nicky heard about tis, boy I'd be lying saying this man won't get down on his knee and propose you right there and then again-
If you're babysitting a younger sibling, niece/nephew or friend's kid beware that the ex mob boss will have eyes on you. He'd help you ofc but you seem to have it under control so he just admiring you with your natural talent as he dream you did the same to his kids.
Speaking of his kids, either of you gonna bring up the topic. Doesn't matter who did it first it's never not gonna be exciting.
You two could talk about it all day. About having as many as you want as your own and what you're gonna name them.
Or maybe you simply wanna adopt them. Whatever works for him and I don't need to make a full speech bout it cuz we know tis man loves kids and you. Canon. Period 👌
Hello there! Can you do a Nicky with a short s/o? Thank you! 🥺💕
before we start, expect a lot more nicky fics in the near future bc i have a lot of requests for him. also i wanna try writing for miguel soon? so send in requests for him as well!!
Nicky Valentino with a short s/o
God, Nicky loved to tease you
It was never mean or cruel, always playful and fun
He absolutely adored your reaction
"Nickyyyy! I'm not that short!"
"Whatever you say sweetcheeks"
This man loves it if you ask for a piggy back
Expect him to run around the house with you on his back
Nobody even dared to make fun out of your height, someone once made you insecure and uoset, they were found dead, around a week later
You always ran off with his blazer, he could never find you because you were able to fit into tiny spaces
"Y/n!!! I'm gonna be late, darlin'!"
You only came out from your hiding spot if he promised to let you wear one of his super comfy, oversized shirts
Expect so much cuddling
He would literally cuddle into your side every night if he could
Sometimes he's too busy to cuddle up in bed, but he'll always wrap you up in a long, fight hug before he has to tend to business
He would get things from high shelves without you even having to ask
"Nic-"
He had already placed it infront of you, before you had even properly started your sentence
You always gave him a greatful kiss on his jawline, because you often couldn't reach his cheek
God, he loved those kisses, they were so sweet and adorable
Expect lots of him leaning down to kiss you
Infront of clients? He doesn't care, he'll lean down and place a sweet kiss on your lips. Ralph is vusy talking to him, arranging a deal? He'll tune Ralph out and lean down to kiss you.
He gets a tiny dog, mainly to make fun of you, but also because it reminds him of you
So small and cute, yet such a temper if anyone hurts the one you love
Once, someone punched Nicky and he'd never seen you so angry
More importantly, he'd never seen the mob boss, that you were currently threatening, so terrified
Within two seconds of the mob boss running away, you were at Nicky's side, fussing over him
Expect a MASSIVE range of heels stored on his yacht, after you complained about hating your height
He showers you with compliments, trying to make you see that your height is what makes you, well, you
He loves to hold your hand, it's so small and soft, compared to his giant and callus hands
a/n: hey bros, i'm back with my nicky valentino soft hours :')
Here you are the prompt i liked, if you want and have time to write ♡ you are so good writing this things ** n1. "why?because i dont want you to get hurt!” Tnks, Billy&y.n. Please? Thank you so much Darling ♡ n2. “I Think you should leave this type of things to me” Logan/y.n pretty please *^* n3. Last one, Pls “What? Do you think this is funny? …” whatever you like, everything is perfect for me **
Last one! I couldn’t tag you in the other two prompts, but they’re on my blog! Thanks for the prompts! Here’s the one for “What? Do you think this is funny?
” Hope you like it!:
When you opened yourdoor, Nicky was standing there in the rain, which normally wouldn’t have beenthat jarring, except that this time… he was covered in blood.
“Can I come in?” Heasked, eyes darting around. “I don’t want anybody to see me like this.”
You stepped back,allowing him to step into the house. Now that he was in the light, you couldsee that it wasn’t his blood—he didn’t have a scratch on him. It was someoneelse’s. “Nicky…” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “…What the hellhappened?”
He yanked his jacket off,throwing it on the floor, and wrung out his black T-shirt. A puddle of pinkwater pooled at his feet. “Ran into your ex,” he answered briskly, “Made sure hewon’t be comin’ around botherin’ you anymore.”
Your mouth dropped open.You and Nick weren’t even dating—you’d slept together, sure, and you certainlyhad feelings for him, but you never thought he’d felt the same way. So why thehell did he go out of his way to tune up your ex? “But—how did you know he waseven bothering me?”
He shrugged one shoulderand ran a hand through his wet hair. “Vito told me.”
“You gossip about me withyour brother?”
Nicky glared over at you.“It’s not gossiping,” he said, clearly offended, “He was right to let me know.Why didn’t you tell me that guy was buggin’ you?”
“I—” You stuttered, notsure how to respond. You honestly didn’t think he cared, but as he stood inyour entryway soaking wet with someone else’s blood all over him, you werestarting to reconsider your earlier assumption. “I…” You tried again. This wasso absurd—this shouldn’t be making you feel giddy, you should be horrified! Hebeat up a man for you! That was a terrible thing to do! So why were you socharmed by it? “I—” You interrupted yourself with a sharp laugh, and suddenlyyou were giggling uncontrollably.
He glowered at you,looking more like a wet puppy than a dangerous gangster. “What? Do you thinkthis is funny?”
“No,” you said betweenlaughs, shaking your head, “no, I—this is ridiculous! You shouldn’t have donethat, Nicky!” You said, still laughing like a maniac. “This—oh my God, why am Iturned on by this?”
Nicky’s glare was promptlyreplaced with a smirk. “Because you like when I protect you,” he answered,taking a step closer to you.
“That is so fucked up,”you said back, also moving towards him.
He grinned as you gotcloser, pulling you into his arms. You hugged him back, not minding the bloodor rainwater on him. “That’s love,” he said simply.
Youlooked up at him, smiling despite yourself. He was out of his mind—and so wereyou, apparently. “Yeah,” you agreed softly, “I guess it is.”
