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Deeper • Ruffilo
Pairing: Nick Ruffilo x FemReader
Words: 3.5k
Warnings: Smut (18+, unprotected PnV pls wrap it before u tap it, slight breeding, inside orgasm), alcohol, swearing, jealousy, teasing. Legit just smut but with some plot lol
Prompt: you know what they say, bassist do it deeper.
Authors note: I’m so fucking tired but I hope you enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. I am a literal puddle. Also this ended up being way longer than intended, oops :3
THIS IS A FANFIC USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THAT THIS PERSON WOULD DO THIS IRL OR ACT LIKE THIS! ITS FICTION!
Tags: @sammyjoeee @cookiesupplier @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @th4t-em0-k1d @lans-angels @dsireland86
You know what they say, bassists do it deeper.
Ruffilo was never a fan of social situations, or people he didn’t know. If he could stay at home and away from the public’s eye, he would. He’d be happy just living with his best friends and some cats, as he was extremely shy; but he was also very needy.
Nick was always fighting for your attention; especially when you laughed a little too hard at one of Folio’s jokes, or a sarcastic comment of Jolly’s. He’d wrap your fingers through his, pulling at your arm so you would sit next to him, tugging you gently away from whoever else you were talking to. Sometimes he got jealous of all the attention you’d receive, especially when out in public; but if anything he despised when you talked to Noah. You were definitely waaay too flirty with him- in Nick’s opinion- but he’d never tell you he thought this because you and him were just friends. Noah played into the teasing you gave him; even though he knew Nick had a thing for you.
It was Halloween, Noah’s birthday; all the boys plus a bunch of friends were celebrating in their Los Angeles home. Nick’s leg bounced anxiously as he sat at the kitchen table with a drink in hand, waiting for you to show up. He exhaled sharply through his nose, eyes staying fixed on the front door as he took a sip, nearly spitting out the vile red mixture. Vodka cran my ass tastes more like some sort of disgusting pink Whitney mix. He thought.
Nick’s mind began to race, thinking about you. You were an hour late, something that rarely occurred because you were always extremely punctual. He wondered where you were; his comfort person. His anxiety was rampant at the amount of people in their house. All he wanted was to see you, so you could tell him everything would be okay; but also because he was head over heels in fucking love with you.
Folio and Jolly were off playing a game of definitely rigged cup-pong, while Noah jumped through various conversations with each guest, thanking everyone for showing up to celebrate his birthday.
Nick took another sip, hand shaking in anticipation as he watched various couples dance through the kitchen, the music loud, echoing through the walls. He readjusted his Jedi- robes multiple times, tugging on the fabric nervously.
Finally, the front door opened, and Nick had to stop himself from standing up immediately at the sight of you, ready for you to hold him in your arms. You waltzed into the house, the thick-heeled boots you wore thumping against the ground, following the beat of his heart.
You smiled when your eyes met his, your dark burgundy lipstick parting, radiating against your skin; his heart pounded heavily. His eyes fought the urge to skim across your body, particularly across your exposed thighs, as the short black skirt you wore rode up dangerously high. He was practically melting in his chair, pants beginning to tighten at the thought of bending you over the counter, taking you from behind.
“What’s up Anakin,” you said, your own eyes glancing across his robes, grinning at his nerdy costume. Nick was always such a dork for Star Wars, but he was your dork.
Nick smiled, relief evident on his face that you were here; but the lingering lust he felt towards you crawled through his skin. His throat began to tighten, and words fumbled. He grabbed his cup, swallowing the remaining vodka-Whitney-cran or whatever the fuck it was, eyeing your every move as you made yourself at home, navigating through the kitchen with ease.
You placed your grocery bag of snacks and drinks you brought in the fridge, closing the door with your heel before cracking open a cooler, and taking a sip as you turned towards Nick. He loved how comfortable you were here, in his house, as if it was your own. Where you were meant to be.
“Hey,” Nick nodded, the corners of his mouth turned up. “Freddy Kruger.”
He maintained eye contact, your E/C eyes lingering in his, the glint in them playful, as if you knew what you were doing to him. The cut-up red and black striped sweater hung cropped across your body, leaving one shoulder exposed, a variety of fake slashes drawn into your skin. The faux-clawed glove was placed on your non-dominant hand, and a brimmed felt hat was placed on top of your head.
“Do you like it?” You asked, giving a slight twirl, and as you turned Nick swore he could see the bottom outline of your cheeks. His face flushed as he shifted in his seat, eyes turning to the floor, becoming very interested in the wood.
“You look fantastic,” Nick said.
You smiled as your face warmed at Nick’s words, even if prompted. Taking another sip of your cooler you hoisted yourself on the counter, sitting on top of the faux marble, the top cold against your thighs.
Nick’s silver eyes glanced up at you through his lashes, before he stood up, grabbing himself another drink.
“You drunk yet?” You asked him, and Nick shook his head in response.
“I was waiting for you, plus, I didn’t want to participate in folio’s rigged version of cup pong. Who plays it where if you miss the ball you drink?” Nick pressed his lips together, before going back to the punch bowl to fill his cup.
“The hell is that?” You nodded towards the bowl, curious about what sort of Halloween-themed drink was made.
“Some garbage Jolly mixed up.” Nick looked into the cup, shrugging before taking another sip. His eyebrows furrowed in disgust, squeezing his eyes shut.
A laugh escaped your lips, “Let me try.”
Nick walked towards you, your legs parting slightly as he stood between you, careful not to get too close, reaching the cup out for you to grab.
Instead of grabbing the cup you leaned forward, placing your lips against the plastic, prompting Nick to feed you the liquid. He tilted the cup, eyes watching your lips intensely as you followed his stare. You took a big sip, coughing after you pulled away. The alcohol flowed down your throat, burning at its strength.
“Jesus, that’s fucking gross,” you covered your mouth briefly before taking a chaser of your drink. You chugged the rest, letting your legs swing as they dangled off the counter, Nick still standing close to you, the heat radiating off of him.
You leaned to the side, tossing the can into the recycling as Noah turned the corner, his eyes brightening into a drunken smile as he swayed towards you, open arms.
“Y/N!” He yelled, the bass of the music pumping in the background.
“Noah!” You immediately jumped off of the counter, being engulfed in his embrace. Noah’s hands trailed down your back, dangerously close to the bottom of your skirt. “Happy birthday you nerd!”
Nick watched as you two hugged, his chest tightening as Noah’s hand rubbed up and down your body.
The two of you swayed, Noah, leaning all of his weight into you in a drunken state. You smiled into Noah’s hug, squeezing him. As you pulled away, you readjusted his Leaf Village headband, a sly smile playing on your lips.
“You’re such a dweeb,” you pushed Noah’s shoulder, and he smiled staring down at you, “and you’re so drunk already.”
“Nahh ” Noah wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you against him, “you’re just not drunk enough. Time for some shots!”
You laughed, agreeing as Noah reached into a cupboard for a bottle of tequila- something he knew was your favourite. Noah filled two shot glasses, before you wrapped your elbows around each other, taking two shots of alcohol together in a ritualistic fashion.
Nick averted his eyes as his breath hitched, refusing to watch as Noah held you to his side after the two glasses rested back on the counter.
Your head rested on Noah’s shoulder as you hiccuped from the alcohol, eyes looking up at him. Noah began to sway back and forth to the music, pulling you along with him, before swinging you around. You laughed with Noah, smiles beaming against each other. You followed Noah’s body but watched Nick the entire time.
Nick didn’t look at you, eyes fixated on his cup that he took another drink from, swallowing every drop of liquid. You sighed, shrugging Noah off of you before walking up to Nick, and wrapping your arms around him. He stiffened at your touch but put his arms around you.
“Aw Nicky, are you jealous?” You teased, reaching up to run your fingers through his long dark hair. Your chest rested against his own, and you could feel his heart vibrate against yours. You tried pulling his body to dance with the music, but he remained put, placing his arms across your back, hand holding you against his chest.
“Thanks for the drink No-wah,” you smiled cheekily at him.
Noah grabbed a beer from the counter, “anything for my baby girl.”
Nick was jealous. He was jealous at how easy you and Noah got along, and how you were ready to be in Noah’s arms at any second, but he didn’t know that you knew this got under his skin.
You knew flirting with Noah made Nick jealous, and you loved how possessive Nick always got once you went crawling back to him. You wanted Nick to be jealous, and you wanted him to want you.
Both of you desired each other, but neither was brave enough to make a move.
“C'mon,” you grabbed another cooler from the fridge for you and Nick, bending over slightly in his direction so your ass was barely exposed to him.
Standing up you sauntered towards him, hanging him the can before grabbing his hand. Feeling the warm feeling of the alcohol start to pulse through your veins, you tugged him along the house, walking past the crowd of people before you walked into the living room.
You wrapped your fingers in Nick’s inked ones, holding him close to you.
The living room was packed with people, the only spot available being on the couch; for one person.
You motioned for Nick to sit before inviting yourself to sit on his lap. Nick’s breath caught in his throat in surprise.
You wiggled to get comfortable, and Nick placed his arms across your torso, holding you still against him.
You knew he wouldn’t be able to contain his excitement if you kept moving.
Folio and Jolly’s cup pong game was going on in front of you, and as you brought the can of alcohol to your lips you couldn't help but let a sly smile play at your lips as you thought about teasing the man beneath you.
You pushed into his lap, wriggling your hips along to the music.
“Sorry Nicky, trying to get comfortable,” you said playfully, chugging the can of alcohol before placing it on the coffee table.
Nick’s fingers dug into your hips, attempting to hold you still against him; but he hardened beneath you, a quiet groan heaving from his throat as you shifted along his lap.
“Y/N,” Nick warned, letting a hand go as he grabbed his can, drinking the entire thing to give him the liquid courage.
Both of you felt the buzz of inebriation, allowing the warmth to consume you. Pretending to be invested in the game ahead you leaned back, placing your back against Nick’s chest, letting his hands roam the top of your thighs.
“What are you doing,” Nick asked through gritted teeth, but his heart raced in anticipation at your actions.
You dug your hips into him, feeling the music. No one would be paying attention to the two of you, everyone, including yourselves, would be too drunk to notice.
Sitting up you spun your body so you were straddling his waist, legs parted on either side of him. Your skirt was so short it rode up, exposing the underwear you wore beneath; but only for him to see.
Nick swallowed harshly, eyes glazing over in infatuation as he watched you, your lip finding its way between your teeth. Placing your arms around his neck you eyed every expression, glazing over every detail of his face as Nick flushed. As your body swung back and forth gently, you gained the courage to lean forward, placing a gentle kiss on Nick’s lips.
Nick stared at you, almost in shock. He wasn’t sure if this was a prank, or if he was already so far gone that he was lucid dreaming.
Nick's hands glided along your thighs as they gripped you from behind, squeezing gently. You had kissed him, and his entire body was on fire.
“Kiss me,” you said in a hoard whisper, almost desperate, waiting for Nick to respond to your first move.
Nick was hesitant and nervous as he pulled himself closer to your lips, brushing over them gently, before closing the gap between you.
You sighed into his mouth, relieved as Nick reciprocated feelings, allowing yourself to relax into his touch, body heating as his hands roamed behind you, squeezing gently at the skin.
You deepened the kiss, pushing your lips firmly into his, closed-mouth kisses opening with each wave, allowing your hands to roam into his hair, tugging softly on the strands.
Nicks's body convulsed below you, and he pulled away, staring up at you with awe.
“Want to go upstairs?” You asked, and he nodded eagerly as you crawled off of him. Nick grabbed your hand hastily as he pulled you behind him, the journey up the stairs feeling like it dragged on forever.
The music pumped below you as Nick closed his bedroom door, the sound dampening ever so slightly, the floor shaking with the bass.
Nick immediately shoved you into the wall, lips all over yours in desperation, devouring you, years of pent-up need coming out full throttle.
His hand roamed up your body underneath your torn long sleeve, granting himself access to all the curves he’d dreamed of touching. The number of times he touched himself, fantasizing about your taste, left his knees weak as he let his mouth explore yours, finally.
You moaned against Nick's lips as he fondled your chest, his hands searching very crevasse of your being through years of missed opportunity. You moulded into his touch, feeling excited as your abdomen vibrated in complete want for the man holding you against the wall.
Nick's fingers lingered underneath your skirt before pulling it up gently, grazing between your panties before roaming back up.
You moaned against the subtle tease, eyebrows furrowing as you pulled away from his kiss.
“Nick, please, don’t tease me,” you whined, pressing your forehead against his own.
Silver eyes bore into you as his lips tugged up into a sly smile, “if you don’t like my teasing, why are you moaning?”
Nick’s fingers roamed between your legs again, gently pressing where you needed him most and a feral sound escaped your lips, leaving you embarrassed. Nick stared at you with lust, almost in shock by how you were reacting to him. Nick allowed his fingers to glide between your body and underwear, feeling between your folds. His already hard body pulsing even deeper as he felt how soaked you were; all for him.
“Please,” you said as he touched you.
“Please don’t stop Nicky,” you whispered as his hand dipped between your layers. Nick planned to make her soar, but first, he loved hearing you beg for him, and only him.
“What do you want,” Nick's lips brushed across yours, this unknown confidence sending his hormones to the moon. The woman of his dreams was wriggling beneath him, desperate for anything he had to offer.
“I need you,” you said, pulling his face into yours again, allowing your tongue to explore his mouth, tasting all of him. “I want you to fuck me so hard I can’t even walk.”
Nick almost melted at your words, his heart beating so fast in disbelief. You want him to pleasure you.
He nodded eagerly, pulling you towards his bed, and tossing the Star Wars bed sheets aside. Nick pushed you into the bed, on top of you with all of his weight, allowing himself to dominate over your body.
Kissing down your neck your hands roamed across his back, and finally, he stared you down.
“Are you sure you want to do this Y/N? Because there is no way we are just fucking friends after this. You’re mine.”
You shuddered at Nick's possession, nodding, “I’ve always wanted to do a little more than kiss.”
Nick blushed, kissing you again before letting his lips trail down your neck, sucking on the delicate skin that lay between your neck and collarbone.
“You’re mine.” He said, marking what was his property before turning your body so you were above him.
“Ride me until your legs start shaking from the pleasure. Let me fuck you so deep you can’t even think about anybody else ever again; then I’ll flip you over and drill you to finish it off.” Nick growled, and your eyes widened at this needy side of Nick you’ve never seen before, but you were ready to give him anything he wanted.
Nick pulled off his robes, leaving his body exposed for you, you pulled off your sweater, showing off your chest and Nick's eyes devoured you, absorbing everything you showed him. He’d dreamed of this moment and what you looked like many times: but even his mind couldn’t come up with anything as beautiful as the real thing.
“Fuck you’re gorgeous,” he worshipped you allowing his hands to follow your curves once again. He pulled up your skirt, exposing your lower body as he moved your underwear to the side, positioning himself below you.
“I can’t believe you wore a skirt this small with no fucking shorts,” Nick mumbled, preparing himself.
“I wore it just for you,” you smiled, before closing the gap and pushing down onto Nick’s body, your arousal gliding you smoothly along him. Both of you groaned in disbelief, Nick relishing in how good you felt wrapped around him, his body finally reaching every part of you.
Your mouth opened widely as Nick filled you, a squeak of shock tugging at your throat as Nick squeezed your sides, pulling you up and down to get you to move.
You slid up and down his body with ease, hands on his chest for support as you road him, rolling and grinding deeper into his body, Nick hitting every point possible. Nick wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you into his chest as he began pounding into you from below, putting all of his effort into fucking you.
“Moan for me Y/N,” Nick begged, “show everyone who’s fucking mine.”
Nick's hands gripped the back of your head, fingers tangled in his hair. Every ounce of his body vibrated as he fucked you, his hips slapping against your thighs as you straddled his lap, taking everything he offered. He gave you his everything, never fucking anyone as hard as you, wanting to make you feel good.
Nick couldn’t believe how fucking beautiful you were as you cried out his name, the syllabus rolling off your tongue in complete satisfaction; and Nick knew that he would cum at any moment. He slowed his pace, wanting this to last forever.
Your nails dug into Nick’s shoulders as you clung to him, taking him well. Nick hoped you were loud enough against the music so Noah would hear; he wanted him to know that you finally got what was rightfully his.
You moaned Nick’s name as your stomach churned, nearing your release; Nick repeatedly hitting your spot over and over. You closed your eyes in ecstasy, your body turning limp as you screamed, shaking and convulsing against Nick through your orgasm.
Nick pushed into you, and you swear if he fucked any harder he’d be able to split you in half with how deep he penetrated.
“Where can I come?” Nick asked, on the brink of his climax. Y/N’s skin stuck against Nick’s chest.
“Fuck, inside of me,” you cried, pushing yourself against Nick’s hips, the only sounds filling the room were the sound of fast slaps and a string of moans fighting against the bass of the music below.
“Oh my god Y/N I’m going to I’m going-“ Nick’s fingers dug into your back, tearing your skin as he shook below you, twitching inside through his orgasm. You kissed him deeply, moaning against his lips in complete satisfaction as his release filled you, taking over your body.
“Fuck,” your head swung back, a wide smile parting your lips before you looked down at him, still sitting on top of his body.
“That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you moan,” Nick smiled, satisfied as he rolled you over, pulling him into his chest, “it was fucking music to my ears.”
You chuckled, nuzzling against his chest, “So, friends off?”
Nick joined you, his throat vibrating as he laughed, “Oh yea, I’m ready to move to the stage where we can fuck whenever we want. Oh, and I can take you to dinner and we can hold hands.”
You smiled, holding yourself closer to him, “Deal, but only if I can suck you off next time.”
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Who’s next, folio or jolly? ;)
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it’s our special boy’s special day! he’s my favorite in the whole wide world. here’s a little extra daily nick to mark the occasion.
happy birthday, sweet nicky 🤍
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It was around 10 when you had finally woken up. You held Noah’s back close to your body and basked in his warmth. Your skin against his was possibly the best feeling to wake up to. Today was a special day, one he didn’t usually celebrate but one you were very fond of.
It was the day your husband, father of your children and best friend was born. You kiss his back in different spot until he moves on to his back, you continue to kiss all over his chest until he opens a single eye
“Good morning birthday boy” you smile
“Morning to you too” he stretched his arms over his head.
“Come on I got things planned for today, you’re gonna love it” you smile at him ready to start the day
“More than I loved last night?” He raised a brow. Since you both had kids and couldn’t just come home to have birthday Sex like you used to, you usually aim for midnight and have that special time together.
“Mmm maybe a close second” you giggle “unless you want a quick extra” you smirk and kiss the skin, trailing down his stomach
“If I didn’t know any better I’d say you’re enjoying this more than I am” he chuckled but before you could even reach your destination the jiggle of the door knob interrupted you. Before the door could open you both grab his boxers, Noah could be shirtless but at least his shirt was a dress on you
“Daddy!” “Dada!” And here came your little copies Eden your eldest and Keaton your second child. “Happy birfday “ they both shouted as they tried to climb the bed. Eden getting on to problem but Keaton was lifted by Noah. They both show him pieces of paper each having their own drawing of Noah and yourself celebrating
“Awh thank you kea, Eden. I’ll hang these up at the studio okay?” He said placing them on his nightstand, and yes hes got every picture they’ve ever drawn for him.
“Okay kids have you brushed your teeth yet?” you ask them and they both shake their heads “okay,go brush then mommy can help you get dressed okay?” They both nod and hop if the bed and scramble to brush
“What you think you could finish me in 2 minutes?” He chuckled
“No,” you get off you bed “I needed them gone before they saw this” you said taking your panties off of the lamp on Noah’s side
“They wouldn’t have noticed” he said flipping the blanket off his body “besides they looked nice there” he said with a spank to your ass as you bent over to put them on.
“Hey!” You playfully slap his arm “Watch yourself Sebastian, you may be the birthday boy but I have more control than you thinks”
“Okay, okay I surrender what’s the plan for today princess?” he chuckles
“Well first get in the shower, get dressed then we’ll meet with the Boys for breakfast” you smile at him as Keaton comes running back into the bedroom and you pick him up under the armpits “ from there, we’re heading somewhere special, and then will spend the night with some nice dinner”
Smells like softly as you kiss to your forehead “ you’re too good to me, thank you baby” 
“ anything from my favorite birthday boy” you kiss his shoulder and head towards the kids room to get them ready
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happy first Bella From Twilight Depression Month
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Sick...On Halloween?
Nicholas Ruffilo x Reader
Oneshot / Imagine
Content Warning: Just fluff, maybe a bit of angst?
Part two of “Sick”, the reader wakes up a couple days later..you guessed it, sick. Unfortunately, it had fallen on Halloween, so you had to cancel your plans.
Happy Halloween guys.
You thought you had gotten away with not being sick, but guess what happened? What you didn’t want, happened. A couple days later, you were sick. It was just your luck that you had to get sick on Halloween, out of all days. Which meant that you had to cancel your plans on going out later tonight.
Upon waking up, you turn around and Nicholas isn’t there. You pull the covers back over your head and try to go back to sleep. A few minutes later, you hear the door open. It’s Nicholas, he made you breakfast. You slowly pull the covers down, and you see him walking towards you.
He smiles at you. “Hey you.”
“Hi.” You mumble.
“You ok?” He asks.
“Just feel like shit. Sucks that I had to be sick today, out of all days.” You say, sadly.
“I know, it does suck..but I made you something to help you feel a bit better.” He says.
“I can see that.” You say, sitting up.
Once you sit up, he sets a plate in your lap.
“Thank you.” You smile lightly.
“Of course. After we eat, I’m gonna run to the store and get you some medicine. Okay?” He says.
“But-” You start to say before he cuts you off.
“None of that. I want you to rest, I’m most likely why you got sick.” He says before walking to the other side of the bed with his plate.
After you both finish eating, he grabs both of your plates.
“I’ll be right back, okay?” He says.
“Okay.” You say, laying back down in bed.
After Nicholas washes the dishes, he walks back to your bedroom. He walks towards your side of bed, and caresses your cheek.
You look up at him, and he smiles.
“Hey you.” He says softly.
“Hey.” You reply, smiling.
“I’m gonna go to the store soon to get you some things, is there anything special you want?” He asks.
“Surprise me.” You say.
“As you wish. I want you to stay here, okay? Get some rest.” He says, before kissing your forehead.
“Okay, be safe.” You say, getting comfortable under the covers.
“I will.” He smiles, before leaving.
After he leaves, you slowly drift off to sleep. You end up falling asleep fully around 15 minutes later. The next thing you know, you wake up and hear noises coming from the kitchen. Laying in bed, you run your hand over your hair.
Turning over, you grab your phone off of the nightstand. Turning it on, and unlocking it, you text your friend, telling her that you had to cancel tonight as you were sick. After that, you just decided to scroll through social media for a bit.
A few minutes later, you hear footsteps. As they get closer, you raise an eyebrow. The door opens, and it’s obviously Nicholas. As you see him, you smile. You lock your phone, and set it next to you.
“I got you stuff.” He says.
“I can see that.” You chuckle.
He hands you your favorite drink, and you grin.
“Thank you.” You say.
“Anything for you.” He replies.
He reaches into the bag, and gives you a bottle of water with some medicine.
“Before you drink that, take these. It’ll help you feel better.” He suggests.
You take the stuff from him, and take some medicine, drinking some water after. After doing so, you set the water and the medicine on the bedside table. Nicholas then gets into comfortable clothes, and joins you back in bed.
“Wanna just watch shit and stay in bed all day?” He asks.
“I don’t see why we can’t.” You snort.
He pulls you close to him, and kisses your forehead.
“It’s only fair, it is my fault you’re sick after all. Kinda ruined Halloween, but there’s always next year I suppose.” He comments.
“C’mon now, don’t be like that. Yeah it sucks, but we can always..y’know, watch some Halloween shit?” You suggest.
“I guess you’re right. I’m not opposed to that though.” He smiles.
You smile back at him, and kiss him on the cheek.
“I’ll be right back, I’m gonna grab us some snacks.” He says before getting out of bed.
“Alright, I’ll pick a movie for us.” You reply.
He smiles, and walks out of the room. Coming back a few minutes later, he has a bowl filled with candy.
“I take it you got those today?” You snort.
“Mhmm. Did you find a movie?” He asks, setting the bowl in between the both of you, then getting back in bed.
You nod, and hand him the remote as you tend to skip stuff sometimes out of habit. As it got later in the day, you heard background noise from people as they were trick-or-treating.
Luckily, you had all the lights in the house turned off so nobody would suspect that the both of you were home. For the rest of the night, you watched movies in bed with Nicholas.
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Shout out to my homies crafting fics that take more than a few hours. More than a few days. Weeks. Months. Shout out to the perfectionists who aren't fic-factories. You are valid.
Shout out to my peeps getting DMs and anonymous asks about works in progress that make you anxious because you have no more of that story in your head right now. It's fine you don't have to write more of that if you're not feeling it anymore.
Shout out to my friends who haven't written in weeks and have snippets of fragments of scenes in their heads that are vivid as hell but refuse to be committed to words. Hang in there. It will get better. The words will come back.
I see you. I am you. I love you and I wish you all the peace because you're amazing.
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So I’m definitely not at all swayed because Ruffilo is my favorite, but this is the playlist I would pull out if I was actually going to fuck somebody. These are sultry (you can clock me if you wanna but I have never used that word in my writing and it definitely applies here). This is baby making material. Think about Ruffilo, fluffy blankets, deep strokes, and no responsibilities. Convinced he licks pussy to Dirt by Alice In Chains.
“Bite the hand that feeds
Tap the vein that bleeds
Down on my bended knees
I'd break the back of love for you
I'd break the back of love for you”
- Post Blue|Placebo
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just some close up tattoo pictures for your viewing pleasure
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It's always
"When will fanfic writers update their stories?"
And never
"Does this fanfic writer have adequate enrichment to engage in writing behaviours?"
Fanfiction writers (Scriptor fictus) are intelligent animals who need plenty of enrichment as well as encouragement! If they're stuck in poor conditions (e.g. have studies, work, have to actually write to have something written) then they require the proper enrichment to engage in more healthy behaviours, like writing. Remember, due to poor breeding and socialisation, over half of all fanfic writers suffer from low self confidence and executive dysfunction so take care of them!
Give your fanfic writers proper care. Fanfiction writers are a life long commitment.
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I love this so much!
Ruffilo’s Version
“I’d sell my soul a thousand times over just for you.”
Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x Ofc (could be read as x Reader)
Content warnings: blood mention, implied vampire Ruffilo
Word count: 606
Noah’s Version
Jolly’s Version
Folio’s Version
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Moonlight cast a silvery aura around Nicholas, the light catching his steely eyes. Mesmerizing. Enchanting. Haunting. His body was warm against mine as we laid in our bed of soft moss beneath the trees. The chill of the night long forgotten in his embrace. I knew what he was, but that didn’t deter me. It only drew me closer. His touch permeated the deepest and most vulnerable part of my soul and heart. He sunk himself so deep into my being, I wasn’t sure where I started and where he ended.
It was frightening being so enamored, but he made it all so easy. A calmness followed him everywhere. I couldn’t remember a time where he wasn’t my anchor. Every waking moment since we met, he’d been by my side. He was an integral part of me.
Nicholas was so gentle in the way he cared. He treated every memory and piece of me like a precious stone, like I was ancient royalty. He catered to every need and desire without protest. There wasn’t a thing he didn’t worship. He loved me fiercely, loudly, passionately.
He sowed seeds in my heart and waited ever so patiently for them to bloom. Part of him wanted to pluck them when they came to fruition, but more of him wanted to watch them grow and flourish. I gave him permission to reap, but he refused.
“I don’t want to ruin you yet,” he said with a smile.
“I am yours. Do with me as you please.”
The scruff on his face tickled my skin as trailed sweet kisses along my neck.
“Patience, love. Your desires will be met.”
Nicholas captured my lips in a gentle kiss, his breath all whiskey and tobacco. It tasted like home. His sharp teeth grazed my bottom lip. His mouth moved to my jaw, covering every inch of it with kisses. He went back to the canvas of my neck—so ripe and plump for biting. He nipped softly. His self restraint was admirable. I was a feast beneath him and he wanted to savor every last morsel.
“I’m so grateful you’re not afraid of me.”
I felt a bloom in my chest as he spoke.
“I’d sell my soul a thousand times over just for you, my dear.”
Ecstasy flowed through me as he finally clamped his mouth down on my neck. One of his hands came to stroke a thumb across my cheek. I tried my best to be good for him, to stay still, but it was hard. My body ached in a new way and I couldn’t contain my movements as I writhed. If it bothered Nicholas, he didn’t show it. He stayed focused on his meal.
Satiated at last, he released my neck. Red trickled out of his mouth and down his chin. It was a sight to behold. He’d always been a messy eater. I reached up to touch my blood on his face. A smile spread on his gorgeous moonlit face. I could see he wanted to kiss me. The smear of blood around his mouth prevented him. I hope he cleans up soon. Nicholas may have the patience and will of a saint, but I do not.
Consciousness started to escape me. He faded in and out of my eyes. I fought it, not wanting to miss a moment, but ultimately I succumbed. Deep slumber took me, cradled me gently in its embrace. It was a sleep like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
Before my eyes closed, I saw Nicholas' face, staring at me lovingly. His soft voice echoed in my hazy head.
“I’ll be right here waiting.”
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Oh. Oh I see. You make fun of people for writing fanfic like this is some funny meme joke because you're so above that right? But you can engage with my gifs, me who runs a pro rpf blog, you can repost those gifs and that’s fine, that’s not hypocritical at all, nope.
If I ever find out what your tumblr url is you'll get blocked, jackass.
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Anyways thanks for giving me the motivation to write! 🖕🏻
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I don’t try to get in any drama. I try to keep to myself and be respectful to everyone. But I’m just letting you know that I see your shit on Twitter. And now I see this? Seeing my stuff from wattpad? If you don’t like what I fucking write then don’t fucking read it. Better yet BLOCK MY ACCOUNT. I’m getting tired of you guys complaining about fan fics when we aren’t even shoving it down your throat. There’s warnings for a reason. Grow the fuck up.
hey maybe keep wattpad stuff off of twitter
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News flash
Noah has back freckles and I’m in love
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