suuure let’s have a bit more plot! comes between this and this
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Nick hopped off of his bike and tore his helmet off angrily after they pulled back into the lot of the club house.
“That went well,” Razor said mildly as he got off at a slower pace. Nick gave him an incredulous angry look and Razor frowned.
“You were supposed to be watching her,” Nick repeated his refrain from earlier, this time getting in Razor’s face. Now that the danger had been taken care of Nick was mad all over again. The two prospects eyed them warily, but didn’t step in.
“I was watching her, Nick. But I can’t be everywhere all day. It’s not like we didn’t have shipments to take care of and—” Razor argued angrily and Nick jabbed a finger in his chest and interrupted.
“I didn’t tell you to worry about the shipments. I told you to worry about her. I’m supposed to be able to trust you, but if you can’t do this simple thing–!” Nick cut in again. Razor stepped closer into Nick’s face and stared him down.
“You don’t even know how she got that note. He could have called the receptionist at her job, could have slipped it in to a delivery—anything! And nothing even happened to her. You’re just looking for someone else to blame because it’s your fault she was caught up in this in the first place,” Razor spit in a low voice and Nick shoved him back a few steps.
“You’re out of line, compaye,” Nick said dangerously as he pointed at Razor and Razor stomped back to get in his face.
“Am I? Or am I the only one telling you the truth? Moping around here the last couple of days like someone pissed in your horchata. You haven’t even seen her in years and I’ve had your back that entire time! You take her on one shitty date and now you turn on me? I’ve never seen you get this bent out of shape over pussy,” Razor taunted and his nose was almost touching Nick’s as they stood toe to toe. Nick shoved him back again, raising his fist before one of the prospects jumped in to stand between them.
“Come on, guys. Shake it off, eh?” Snake tried with his hands in the air in caution. Nick opened his mouth to say something before shaking his head. He brushed past Razor roughly and stalked to the club house, leaving a pissed off Razor in his wake.
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I dont think i wanna know but…… What is Nick’s first mistake with Mike and what happens……
uhhh okay listen so this isn’t Nick fucking up, but it’s the event that causes him to. And the photo referenced is the one of Nick bruised and facedown on the bed//
“What is this?”
Sonny throws the picture down in front of you and tries to keep himself from panicking too hard. He doesn’t want to think about what he’s looking at but he can’t help it. In his mind loops a stream of self deprecation because if he had gone after Nick, if he had tried to help him sooner, this wouldn’t have happened.
“It was dropped off yesterday, I didn’t want you to see it because-”
“You should have told me,” Sonny interrupts. “I’m going after him.”
You stand up with him. “Not alone, and not now. I have a plan, Sonny, just wait a few days.”
“I can’t. Stay here. Don’t open the door, don’t use the internet, don’t get close to the windows. Be safe, doll, I’m bringing Nicky home.”
For a moment you look like you’re going to argue, but something on his face must dissuade you because instead you kiss his cheek and sit back down on the couch. He makes sure to check his holster before he leaves, getting to the address he wishes he didn’t know.
Before he knows it, he’s standing in front of tall and imposing gates. There’s a trapdoor to the right for smuggling, one that won’t be guarded right now because it’s just starting to get dark. Sonny swallows his pride and kneels in the dirt to scrabble for it and get down into the tunnel to make his way underneath the gate, wall, and guards. It goes for a few feet before abruptly stopping at a ladder to get back up to ground level.
He climbs out right by the wall and starts checking windows without the curtains drawn. Most show Mike’s men standing around or drinking or playing what looks like poker, but towards the backside of the house, he finds the bedrooms. He passes under Mike’s with his heart thudding in his chest, looking carefully until he sees Nick a few rooms down sitting on the edge of his bed. An apology on the tip of his tongue, he raps against the window once, twice, three times. It catches Nick’s attention, thankfully, and Sonny watches his expression flicker from alarm to surprise to confusion to anger and back again. With a harsh shove, he manages to open the window and lean out of it to talk to Sonny.
“What the hell are you doing here, Carisi?”
“I’m here to help.”
Nick rolls his eyes. “I have a job here, with someone who doesn’t keep shit from me. Mike trusts me and he takes care of me-”
“Then why haven’t you talked to (y/n)?” That catches him off guard. “He keeps making excuses, right? For why you can’t? And he doesn’t let you go outside the house. And he makes decisions for you?”
“I don’t know what you mean.”
“And the- what he did to you. What he’s doing to you. I’m really sorry, Nicky, I get it if you hate me but please, you have to let me help you get out.”
His voice is starting to crack in accompaniment with the tears burning at his eyes. Sonny swipes them away quickly because he hates crying and definitely won’t be caught doing it now. He needs to be able to help, he needs to get Nick out because all he can see is that picture and its implications and why won’t Nick just come with him.
“What do you mean ‘what he’s doing to me?’“ Nick asks.
“Please, please, come home. Or at least get out of here. It’s not safe, you’re going- he- Nicky, Nicky, come home, please, you have to…”
Nick shakes his head, but his face is troubled. “Go home and take care of our girl before Mike catches you here.”
He shuts the window.
C’mon Nicky!
How does the conversation with Nick and Reader A go once he confronts her about her coffee “date” with Lawrence??
>:) takes place after this, this & this
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A relieved smile breaks out over your face as Nick finally reenters the club house. It’s long past dark, nearing eleven at night, and the relief courses through you in a flood when you scan him for any injuries and your assessment comes back negative. The smile slips slightly at the stormy look on his face as he glares at Razor who makes a beeline for the bar and gestures for someone to pour him a drink. You look back at Nick with a small frown as he stalks towards you, sliding off of the stool onto your feet as he comes closer.
“We need to talk,” he says roughly and you’re taken aback, but nod slowly in agreement as you start to follow him back.
“If you need some company later, jefe, let me know,” a woman calls across the room in a suggestive voice and you turn to shoot her an incredulous look before looking back at Nick. He shakes his head and forces a strained smile to his face and the two of you continue on. “If you change your mind…” she adds and this time you turn and stop, staring across the room at her. At this point it’s been a long day and you’re tired of feeling pushed around. Whatever Nick wants to talk about is clearly serious and the last thing you want to have on your mind is this…woman, whoever she is.
I am so totally obsessed with this au!!
how about planning your first vacation with peter or mike? or is that too on the nose lol
I am going to skin you alive…(not really lol)
“Do you see this hotel?”
“It’s too expensive for a week, Mike.”
“How about this?”
“Did you see the reviews?”
“Okay, what about this place? It’s got a jacuzzi tub.”
Your eyes looked from your phone to Mike’s laptop that was in his lap. You looked at it before scrolling to read reviews and noticed they were all good. You checked the price and smiled.
“I mean, you do know how much I love jacuzzi tubs. It’s pretty affordable and has great reviews. Alright, Mikey. Book it for the week.” You said as you put your phone down. Mike smirked and placed a kiss to your forehead before he booked the hotel room.
“What do we want to do? Visit the beach? Go to the zoo?” Mike asked as he began to look at activities around the place you two were staying. You bit your lip and shrugged.
“I mean, I would love to go to the beach. Spend the day in the water with my man. The zoo would be nice too. Oh, it all sounds like fun!” You giggled as you curled up against his side. Mikey chuckled as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder.
“As long as I’m with you, I don’t care what we do.” Mike said. You giggled as you cuddled up against his side.
“Maybe we can continue looking in the morning? Let’s go shower and go to bed?” You asked with a raised brow. Mike chuckled as he shut the laptop and placed it on the table before standing and holding his hand out to you.
I chose you, because when my light went out, you sat beside me in the shadows, and you taught me how to shine again
umm i seriously need some peter smut! maybe fucking the reader on her office desk in the middle of the day so there’s the possibility of someone knocking on her door for a meeting?
“Y/N?” Eli, your assistant appeared in your office doorway.
“What is it, Eli?” Not looking up from the papers in front of you.
“Your 12:00 is here”, he replied.
Letting out a deep sigh you responded, “I don’t have a lunch meeting today.”
“Surely you can pencil me in, darling.” Peter’s voice caught your attention.
“Peter! What a surprise!” You jumped up to greet your husband.
“Going to lunch boss.” Eli exited but not before checking your husband out. He mouthed “Damn, girl.” And winked at you before heading out
You shook you head at him and giggled. He did look pretty good, shirt sleeves rolled up, two buttons undone, no tie, and tailored pants. Damn is right.
Peter looked behind him, “What’s so funny?”
“Oh, nothing.” You bit back a smirk.
“What do I owe the pleasure?” You stretched up and kissed his cheek.
“Can’t a husband take his wife to lunch?” He looked around the office.
“Yes. You just haven’t in a long time.” You watched as he picked up the picture of him and the kids that was sitting on your desk.
“I just miss you. We’ve both been busy with work, kids, home stuff…” He trailed off.
“Fair enough. I’ll just grab my purse.” When you turned back around you almost ran into him. “Oh sorry-”
The look you were met with was enough to burn down all of Manhattan. He skimmed your bottom lip with his thumb, then ran his hand along your jaw to the back of your neck. Leaning down his lips met yours in a scorching kiss, you moaned into his mouth. He pulled you flush to him with his other hand.
“Your body is amazing. Such soft skin”, he murmured as he slide his hands up your blouse, nipping at your neck.
“Oh, God Peter…” you clutched at his shirt.
Peter lifted you onto your desk and spread your legs. His hands made quick work of the buttons on your blouse. He pulled the cup of your bra down to expose your breast. His tongue flicked over your hard nipple and he pulled it into his mouth causing you to gasp.
He hiked your skirt up your hips and pushed your panties to the side. Two fingers dipped into your while he circled your clit with his thumb. “Ahhh… Peter. Jesus..” you couldn’t form sentence at that point.
“You like that kitten? You sure have yourself excited don’t you?” Peter mumbled into your neck has fingers continued moving in and out of you. Your mind was a haze of desire making you fumble with his belt and zipper. Finally it released. Your hand reached into his pants and finds his smooth, hard erection. You pump your hand up and down his length. Peter hissed through his teeth. “Enough!”, Peter exclaimed.
Peter lined up with your entrance, one quick thrust and was inside, never breaking eye contact. Both of you moaned, relishing the feeling of him deep inside you. “My God darling feel so good.” Peter said in a hushed voice.
When he started thrusting it was quick and deep. Your hips bucked up to meet his. You knew this is going to be a quick one. Your nails clawed down his back and he dug his fingers into your hips. His lips crash into yours again with another bruising kiss.
You felt the familiar sensation of fire pooling in your belly. Peter’s thrusts quickened, hitting you just the right way. “Oh fuck, Peter, I, God!” You grasped onto Peter’s shoulders.When you came everything went black.
Peter growled into your neck. “Jesus, Y/N. So tight princess.” Peter hips bucked a few more times before he poured himself into you. He rested his forehead against yours and smiled. “You are amazing darling”, his kiss was tender and sweet.
“Right back at ya babe.” He slowly pulled out and helped you off the desk. Thankfully there was box of tissues in your desk.
You were just finishing buttoning your blouse back up when your intercom buzzed. ‘Mrs. Stone?’ You jumped.
“Y-yes, uh, what is it Eli?” You looked at Peter trying to suppress a giggle.
‘Just wanted to remind you of your one o’clock meeting’. There was a hint of humor in his voice. You glanced at the clock, 12:45.
Peter leaned down to kiss you. “I love you. Thank you for lunch. I’ll see you at home.”
“And I love you too.” You walked him to your office door. Peter strolled out. “Bye Mr. Stone.” He turned, gave you a wink and disappeared down the hall.
Eli turned in his chair to face you. He raised an eyebrow and smirked, “So how was lunch?”
PSA
sonny carisi would be an amazing father
Amen. I wish in the show they would let him get married and have like, quadruplets, or some shit. He would be the best fucking dad in the world. I can’t even imagine how sweet it would be for him to hear about the pregnancy, how excited he would be for every damn doctors appointment, esp hearing the baby’s heartbeat for the first time. I worked with high risk moms and labor and delivery for a long time, and it never failed to make me smile when I would see the dads hear their baby for the first time. The heart rate is so high, and it just fills the room and you can often see a tear, a huge smile, etc. I can sit here and vividly imagine how emotional he would be at that sound.
And the stuff he would buy? Oh lord. He would have so many toys, cute outfits, he would be picking out furniture and bedding before you were even a month preggo. lol
And seeing him watch his child being born (I cried for every baby I delivered, trust me, its awesome to see), cutting the cord, and finally holding that sweet little Cannoli in his arms for the first time?! His heart would be so full of joy. And of course he would be taking pictures constantly, so the kid would have hundreds of pics in the first hour of his life (or hers).
And how gentle and caring he would be with his wife/girlfriend during pregnancy?! During labor?!
Jesus I can probably write 10,000 words about this subject right now. I have some fics written but I am too scared to share. lol
@squidrn SHARE THEM!!!
100% this (👌🏻) close to writing a fic for Sonny and Sophia and like when baby Amelia is born bc of this????
WRITE IT
@squidrn he is definitely the best dad. In my fics Sonny has 5 kids and I love writing about them.
Please share your fics!
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