#nick ruffilo x reader
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Sinful Inflictions
Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x Fem!reader (oneshot)
Words: 1.9k
Warnings: Smut 18+ (PnV, pls wrap it b4 u tap it, fem!fingering, male!receiving), mentions of religion, religious themes, and slight anti-religion.
Prompt:
“Are you ready to pray to me?” He asked, “Then get on your knees and bow.”
It's easy to ignore the eyes of God when you've always had a thing for the priest's son.
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THIS IS A FANFICTION USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THESE PEOPLE WOULD DO THE THINGS IN THE STORY OR ACT THE WAY THEY DO IN THE STORY IN REAL LIFE! IT IS FICTION! IT IS JUST FOR FUN! <3
You patted down the way-too-short floral skirt you dared to wear upon entering the church, dipping your head gently in greeting toward the priest as he stuck out his hand. Your lips reluctantly landed on his aging skin, hesitating for a moment.
“Good morning Father,” You said warmly, but behind your tone lingered distaste. He smiled as he greeted you back and your eyes shifted from his in aversion, before landing on the gentlemen ahead: His son.
Nicholas smiled at you, his gaze enticing as he dipped his fingers into the holy water, his middle and ring finger twirling in the pool for a moment too long. His hand trailed towards his chest, acknowledging the holy trinity in a cross as he stared, completely fixated.
A faint warmth tinted your nose as you followed, your fingers grazing along the water in doubt, following a fabricated praise. Nicholas’ eyes followed your every move before his eyebrow raised slightly. You gave him a polite nod as you walked past him, your shoulder brushing his chest lightly.
You sat down on one of the wooden pews, crossing your legs in anticipation. Would he sit next to you today?
You grew up with Nick, always attached at the hip. Your favourite day of the week was Sundays because you knew you’d get to spend time with the boy you’d been crushing on for years. As the two of you aged, neither had made any moves, despite the lasting tension always lingering between the two of you; until last week.
Last week Nick finally took a leap of faith, pushing you into the basement bathroom, and kissing you with complete desperation.
“I have been wanting to taste you for years.”
Smiling at his words you had pulled his body against yours, your hips rutting together. As you moaned against his lips Nick’s hands ran along your scalp before you then pulled away.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” You had said, “Not under the eyes of God.”
Nick had scoffed, rolling his eyes as his lips attached to your neck, nipping and grazing at the skin, “I know you don’t believe any of it. You only ever come because I have to.”
His lips had trailed back up towards your ear, his warm breath cascading against you, “Plus if there’s a God, it’s fucking me.”
The two of you haven’t spoken since the kiss, but you squeezed your legs together in fervour, unsure of what today would bring.
As if he knew you were thinking of him, Nicholas slid into the same pew as you, gliding across the wood with ease. His slacks were loose, contrasting with his tight grey button-up that had the sleeves rolled just above the nape of his elbow.
He leaned into your side and your heart quickened at the minimal touch, averting your eyes as his devilish smile transcribed sinful thoughts.
“You want to get out of here?”
You looked around slowly before keeping your eyes ahead, worried others would hear as the choir began to sing, “Is that such a good idea Nicholas?”
His name fell off your tongue in a sultry tone, something that made him shift in his seat as he sat back up, facing the front.
“I need you,” he whispered.
With a racing heart, you dared not look toward him as your face warmed, “How?”
“In every way that you’ll let me.”
The breath that lingered in your lungs hitched in your throat, suffocating your mind with reprehensible images. You crossed your legs, squeezing your thighs together in shame as you imagined Nicholas’ hands roaming your bare skin. You had dreamed a dozen times of his disgraceful fingers pulling an orgasm from you in the church basement, your tongue bowing to his need and taking his moans as if they were yours.
You knew how wrong it would be to sneak off and succumb to lust, especially under the holy eyes of God in a place of worship; but the rush of how sinful it was, made you all the more lascivious.
“Meet me by the storage closet in five,” He spoke softly, but excitement radiated off of him as he slid off the pew and turned back towards the entrance. You didn’t turn to watch him, but swallowed with furor and counted down, waiting the allotted time.
Years of desire that had been pushed away led to this moment, and as your chest heaved nervously you excused yourself from the service, refusing to look at the congregation as you walked up the carpeted floor, entering the door that held the staircase to the basement.
With shakey legs, you followed the stairs down and turned a corner before being tugged toward someone.
Nicholas smiled down at you, his eyes lidded in infatuation as he wrapped his arms around you. He pulled you close against him, the heat radiating off of his body while he began running a hand along your back.
“What do you mean in every way?” You pressed your head against his chest as you took in a deep breath.
“Don’t pretend to be so innocent,” his low chuckle vibrated as he pulled out a key from his pocket, and unwrapped his limbs from your own. Nick reached for the nob of the storage closet, unlocking it before pulling your wrist, and beckoning you inside.
He quickly locked it, tossing the key into his slacks before turning to face you, and pushing you back against the wall with his hands. You watched as he quickly licked his lips in anticipation, before gracing you with a sly smile.
“I can’t hold myself back anymore,” He said as he rested his forehead against yours. Your eyes fluttered closed for a moment as you tried not to smile, your hips swaying against his as your stomach churned. Your hands ran up his shirt before resting clasped at the back of his neck, holding him.
“Tell me you feel the same,” He breathed, and you nodded, opening your eyes to meet his smokey irises. You watched each other, waiting.
He pleaded silently for an answer, and without hesitating you placed your lips against his in desperation, pulling him closer toward you as he moaned into the kiss.
Nick’s hand began to roam underneath your skirt, grabbing at the skin before smiling into your caress, “You didn’t wear shorts, and you’re wearing a thong?”
You felt him stiffen below you, his slacks tightening against your exposed thigh.
“I guess I did,” You laughed softly, letting your hands run up his long dark hair, clawing delicately at his scalp.
He kissed you again, this time with more fervour and hunger, ready to devour your shameful soul. His tongue danced along your bottom lip in a lustful beat as he allowed himself to dip his fingers in your underwear.
Your body clenched in longing as you began to push into his hand, desperate for his fingers to graze your adorning skin. You craved Nick’s fingers, and you needed him to know.
“Please,” You begged into his mouth, “Touch me.”
He chuckled at your plea but obeyed, his tattooed fingers parting your desire as he ran them earnestly between your folds. Your abdomen twisted as his palm brushed your clit, before his fingers sunk through your arousal.
The fabric of your skirt rode up your thighs, exposing Nicholas’ immoral actions. He pulled away from your lips to watch, his mouth agape in thirst as he pumped his fingers in and out, curling them skillfully.
Your legs began to buckle and your brows furrowed in pleasure, a quiet whimper crawling from your throat as Nicholas then caught your eyes. A slutty smile splayed on his lips as he proudly fucked you with his fingers in a synthetic sacrament.
The sound of your heavy breathing took over the small, musty, room as your peak built in your stomach, ready to be released. It didn’t take long for you to come, and Nicholas praised you in divinity.
In a ritualistic fashion, he pulled his fingers from you, placing them toward your lips. As if a new ordinance he then nodded for you to suck, and you did, licking his fingers clean of your sin.
Nick groaned unholy words as he blessed himself with the remnants of your orgasm, before tugging at your top.
You began to unbutton your blouse, and he followed, undoing his collared shirt. You both threw the garments to the ground, and Nick reached behind you, unclasping your bra to expose your chest.
“Are you ready to pray to me?” He asked, taking a step back in admiration for your body, before grabbing your hand and placing it on his waistband. You nodded eagerly.
“Then get on your knees and bow.”
You lowered to the ground in submission as you pulled his slacks down his legs, staring at the outline of his erection between the thin layer of his boxers. You tugged the underwear down, wrapping your hand softly around Nick’s arousal.
His hand found the back of your head as he pulled you toward him early, and you hungrily took him in your mouth, allowing your tongue to explore his skin.
You worshiped his body, bobbing your head in a rhythmic pattern as your hand stroked what was left. Your eyes flicked upward, watching Nick’s gaze fixated on your actions, as if he was in disbelief this was really happening.
“Jesus Christ,” He whimpered, hips beginning to thrust into your mouth.
You closed your eyes as you consumed him, your body shaking with lust and greed as you sucked.
“Baptise me,” you begged, and Nick laughed, pushing your head further down himself, forcing you to gag against his cock.
“I want to feel you wrapped around me,” He moaned as you gargled, pushing away to cough. You sucked in a deep breath as he pulled you off the ground, turning your body so you faced the wall.
Nicholas lifted the back of your skirt, a deep grumble erupting from his throat as his eyes devoured you while he stroked himself.
“Bend over and spread your legs,” He commanded and you pushed your chest into the wall, arching your back as far as you could to expose your ass toward your saviour.
You felt Nick’s fingers graze through your folds again, pushing his fingers into you in preparation before aligning himself from behind. You pressed your hips back toward him in desperation, anticipating the feeling of him filling you.
Finally, Nick pushed between your arousal and you cried, your unholy sounds masked by the sound of preaching above. The music of the gospels veiled the disgrace as he pounded into you relentlessly.
His fingers dug into the skin of your hips in lust as he gave into your body, the feeling of your combined souls inflicting a new feeling of complete adoration and need. Your bodies curated an insatiable yearning; an appetite of passion unleashing.
One of Nick’s hands reached to grip your hair, tugging your head back in libidinous urgency, hormones taking over.
Skin slapped together and you moaned from Nick’s thrusts, his body giving you everything he could. You wanted this feeling to last forever and you reached behind, gripping onto his hand that adorned you.
“There is no need to repent, for I am your mercy,” He said, fucking you senselessly with complete greed.
You didn’t care if God’s eyes were watching; you were ready to worship a new man.
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pairing: noah x fem!reader x nicholas
masterlist: here | crossposted: ao3 | word count: 2.8k
warnings: established thruple, dom nick. switch noah, sub brat reader, spanking, degrading?, brat taming, cuckolding??, noah being nick's little helper, nick is so angry he doesn't speak?, piv (unprotected). creampie, porn without plot?, oral (f recieving), contactless orgasm? kinda?, cute tooth-rotting aftercare/sub space, the boys love cringey petnames here SORRY in advance, noah is obedient for once in his fucking life, 18+ MDNI
summary: you act up and end up draped over noah's lap while nick uses you :)
a/n; i rarely do porn w/o plot or really anything this short, but i just needed to get this out. pls enjoy 💗 [as with anything i write involving nick this got really grossly soft at the end I'M SORRY]
Your sassy mouth and disobedient behavior had landed you draped across Noah’s lap with your shorts and panties drawn down around your thighs.
His large hand lands a smack hard on the meat of your ass sending a sizzling jolt of pain up your spine causing you to buck up a bit. His spanks always hurt the worst with the size of his hand.
Nicholas had grown silent from his seething, knowing that if he said anything it would be out of line, so he let Noah take over for him.
“Now, you’ve really upset him, flower.” Noah uses his favorite nickname for you in a sweet but patronizing tone.
Noah roughly shoves your shorts further down your legs until Nick all but rips them off your body. His hand lands another smack on your ass followed by a hard grip that helps to pull your cheeks apart. His slender fingers slither between your legs, parting your lips.
Faster than you can process, Nick uses his boot to spread your feet apart, baring you open for him completely.
Noah’s fingertips linger by your near dripping entrance, “Oh what’s wrong did that make you wetter? Having your pretty pussy on display for him?”
You whine and squirm in his lap, knowing that his words were embarrassingly true.
Another hard smack causes you to yelp, “I asked you a question. Now answer me,” His fingertips circling your entrance, putting the slightest pressure to tease. “Are you such a little slut that you get off on being on display for us?”
“Grrh, yes.” You admit a small defeat and buck your hips up towards his fingers. “Yes, I like being on display for you.”
Noah’s middle and ring fingers dip inside you, just the tips though, gently scissoring you open. Your eyes widen knowing exactly what that meant.
The sharp sound of zipper rings from behind you, filling the room.
Noah fingertips spread your pussy open as much as it would allow. You hear Nicholas spit, followed the squelching of his hand around his cock.
Fear and anticipation pools in your tummy for the delicious burn his cock would bring.
His large, swollen tip slides between your folds and you shudder at his size. Butterflies unleash in your belly when he grazes your buzzing clit.
You wiggle around Noah’s lap both in excitement and terror, earning you another hard smack with his free hand. “Stay fucking still.” He demands, then harshly grasping your hip to stabilize you. “Be good and take it.”
A loud gasp leaves your mouth when you feel Nick press into you, stretching you around his cock. You hiss at the sting of it. He takes his time just getting into you but not much after, using his full force to dive straight into you. A sharp cry leaves your mouth when his tip lands hard into the deepest part of you. The direct impact into your core shoots pain up through your stomach; your eyes screw closed and suck in a harsh breath through your teeth.
Your whole body stills when you feel a pair of hands that aren’t Noah’s snake around your hips. The feeling of it simultaneously soothes and frightens you. Nick’s thumbs rub circles into the divots of your lower back. He’s angry with you, you know. But the small gesture grounds you a bit.
He pulls from you almost completely before landing hard into you again and starts building momentum rutting in and out of you. The pain of the stretch slowly melts away the more you adjust to him and you’re able to savor in him filling you entirely. It’s hard to even clench around his girth.
“Fuck.” You mutter out and his hands curl into your hips sternly, holding you firmly in place as he nearly splits you in half.
Noah gently tucks a chunk of hair behind your ear, “You take him so well.”
Rosy pink coats your cheeks at his compliment.
Noah’s length had been poking at your tummy the whole time you’d been on his lap but now he very subtly readjusts beneath you to let his own cock free. He lets it rest in the dip of your waist, just enjoying the movement of your entire body being fucked in his lap.
His fingers find their way back between your legs, his index and middle parting around Nicholas, just feeling where he enters you. You hear a groan rumble in Noah’s chest and feel his member throb and bounce against your exposed skin. He loves feeling him fucking you, getting some sort of twisted pleasure in being deprived of both of you.
“Now, say you’re sorry for being a disobedient little brat.” Noah commands.
You whine and wriggle in his lap keeping your mouth shut. As with most times, you wanted to see how far you could push their buttons.
“I said, say you’re sorry.” Another hard smack lands on your ass from Noah, this one harder than before. “Now you’re gonna have to count.”
You knew better than to not comply to that demand.
“One.”
“We’re still not hearing the words I asked.”
Another smack.
“Two.”
The burn of it lets you know that your ass is definitely bright red by now – which explains Nick’s acceleration, he loves seeing marks on you.
Two more hard spanks – Noah’s obviously getting frustrated with you.
“Three – ah – four.” You hiss.
A hand firmly and swiftly wraps your hair around his fist – with the veraciousness of it you know it’s Nicholas. While the gesture is painful and jarring, it releases a flurry of butterflies in your core. Your back arches up to Nick as much as it can.
“Don’t make him ask.” Noah warns with another smack.
You could defy Noah all day, easy, but Nicholas makes you weaker and breaks you down faster.
“Ah – fuck.” You suck in a breath. “Fuck, fine, I’m sorry!”
Noah glances up at Nick verifying if he’s satisfied with your answer although he already knows the response.
“Not good enough. Try again.” Noah’s hand grasps your hip to readjust you into a firmer position. “And you missed one, start over.” Followed by a new first spank.
“Fuck.” You mutter, the sting on your ass beginning to cross your pain threshold – but not quite enough yet. “One.”
Another, this one prickling tears in your eyes.
“Fuck!” You yelp. “Two.”
“I said, try again.”
Another, this one being the hardest and most painful one yet, definitely leaving a hand-shaped bruise.
“Ah! Three! Fuck!” You cry. “I’m sorry!”
Noah’s sizable hand gently rubs over the marks forming across your cheeks. “For what babydoll?” He pries.
“For being disobedient!” Tears welling in your eyes.
You feel his hand lift and hover over you again. “Don’t make me ask again.”
“Gah – fuck, fine – I’m sorry for being a disobedient little brat!” You repeat back the full statement with your voice cracking.
“Good girl.” He hums. The praise makes your heart swell. He again tucks your hair behind your ear, noticing the tears streaming down your face. “Oh, what’s wrong darling? Can’t handle the punishment for your behavior?”
His mean words worsen the buzzing in your clit and the ceased spanking lets you focus on Nick’s fat cock destroying you.
“Mmm.” You moan involuntarily.
“Oh,” Noah smirks, his fingers finding where Nick meets you again. “Or is it his big fucking cock spreading you open that’s making you cry?”
“Mhm.” You hum, reveling in the burn of it.
“Here let me help.” His fingers wrapping around the base of Nick’s cock and even with the added size of Noah’s fist, Nick is still able to reach into your deepest point. Noah’s cock bouncing against your waist tells you that he likes that fact as much as you do.
Nick seems to love the extra stimulation too, his thrusts getting viciously fast, fucking you dizzy.
“I know, it’s so much, isn’t it?” He mutters, seemingly entranced with the size as well.
“Uh huh.” You pathetically spit out, your body just a vessel for their pleasure.
Noah pushes your hair to the other side of your neck with his free hand. “Tell me baby, who’s little slut are you?” He asks. “Who do you belong to?”
“F-fuck.” You’re so turned on and so wet that you feel like the slightest pressure on your clit could unravel you. “You.”
His fingers unwrap from Nick and glide down through your folds, halting just before your bud.
“Wrong.”
Your eyes widen realizing your mistake when the fingers around your hips dig into your hipbone painfully.
“Fuck – His.”
“Oh baby, c’mon, you know better than that. Who owns your pretty pussy hm? Who do you belong to?”
“Nick!”
“Good girl.” He praises, his fingertips now grazing your clit. “Again. Louder.”
“Nick.” You moan out louder than before, this time coming from your chest, between heaving breaths.
“Good girl.” He repeats with his fingers beginning tight circles into your swollen nub. “Louder. Again.”
A tight knot begins to form in your tummy, the feeling of being just a plaything to them sets your skin ablaze. “Nick!”
“Louder, c’mon you can be louder than that. You know he loves it when you scream.”
“Fuck! - Nick! Nick!”
Noah’s fingers speed up alongside of Nick’s thrusts. His momentum getting quick and sloppy, clearly just as close as you.
“Nick. Nick. Nick.” You mindlessly repeat with your head so fuzzy and full of him that he’s all you could think of.
“That’s it baby, just like that.” Noah spits down on his own member, still just getting stimulation from your fucked body moving against him. “He’s close, you just gotta wait, okay? Can you do that?”
You nod, still just repeating his name like a prayer, the brink of your orgasm clearing your mind of anything else.
Finally, Nick groans deeply and lands hard in you with his cock twitching, painting your walls white and filling you completely.
“Okay baby, let go for us, will you?” Noah doesn’t even finish his statement before you’re blinded by your own orgasm.
Screams and curses of Nick’s name rip from your throat as euphoria washes over you, your skin buzzing as Nick continues to fuck you through his climax.
Whiny, desperate moans tumble from Noah’s lips as you feel his warm cum splay all over your back, completely hands free.
You fall limp across Noah’s lap, your breathing in sync with each other. While Noah was in control this session, it’s always Nicholas behind the wheel.
He belongs to him as much as you do.
There’s a bit of an exchange between them you can’t quite make out since you’re still coming down from your high but all you feel is them moving you around like a ragdoll. Suddenly you realize you’re now draped across Nick’s lap.
“Knees.” He instructs Noah, the first thing he’d said this whole time.
Noah obeys, landing on his knees behind your dripping core.
“Clean her up.”
Your eyes widen at his words and almost instantly his tongue brushes through your folds and dips into your entrance.
“Good boy.”
Noah hums happily against you at the praise.
Nick’s fingers tracing through your hair tenderly. “You did so good angel. Did you learn your lesson?”
“Mhm.”
You’re torn between humming and melting into his touch or releasing the moan building in your tummy. Noah seemingly enjoys his task, eating you like he’s been starving for a lifetime, practically sucking Nick’s cum right out of you.
“I know he hurt you quite a bit didn’t he bunny?” He asks quietly, just loud enough for you to hear. His voice is soft and gentle, much different than how he was just talking to Noah or anything he would’ve said if he had spoken while he was inside of you.
You begin to nod but hiss in pain when Noah’s tongue grazes the base of your entrance where Nick stretched you out the most. Noah pauses for a second before pressing his lips to the sensitive area.
“Maybe we should go wash up huh? Get you guys in a nice warm bath.” Nick’s hand finds your cheek to support your head. “Does that sound good?”
“Mhm.” You hum tiredly and nuzzle into his palm.
“Okay. When he’s done, we’ll get you both nice and clean. Maybe put an ice pack on your pretty, red ass?”
“Please.”
“You both did so good for me. Noah did a good job taking control didn’t he?” Nick asks.
“Mhm.” You nod with a lazy smile, barely able to keep your eyes open as the chemical rush begins to crash and take its toll on you.
Once Noah finishes cleaning you up, Nick carries you over to a large corner bathtub. Noah takes the initiative to start filling the tub at a good temperature. He even takes a scoop of bath salts with dried rose petals and spreads them across the filling tub to help with the pain.
“You want some bubbles bunny?” Nick asks Noah sweetly. The nickname directed at him this time makes his cheeks turn bubblegum pink. “Or maybe a bath bomb?”
He nods quickly at the bath bomb suggestion, very clearly slipping into a deep sub space of his own.
Nicholas gently places you in the tub while Noah goes to a container filled with bath supplies. He returns with a blue spaceship cupped in both hands, the edges of it bubble and fizz in his palms since his hands were still wet from testing the water.
“Good choice.” Nick beams at him and gestures to the tub. “C’mon, don’t let it fizz all in your hands.” He teases.
Noah excitedly gets in the tub but slow enough to not disturb you. Nick nods when Noah goes to ask if he’s allowed to set it down yet.
The spaceship sizzles in the warm water and spins slowly in the waves. Dark blue, purple, pink, and even a bit of shimmery gold start to fizzle out from the ship soon staining the water a dark galaxy.
Nick sits at the edge of the tub with just his legs in the water with you nestled between them. While soaking, he carefully washes and conditions your hair. His fingers skillfully comb through your locks, gently breaking up any knots. Once he’s washed out all the soap he moves to your scalp, softly massaging it as you rest your head on his thigh. You hum in contentment.
Once he’s made sure you’re satisfied, he moves on to Noah, taking his long hair between his hands just as he did with yours.
Your eyelids are heavy as you watch Noah pick three rubber duckies – one pink, one yellow, one blue – from the edge of the tub and precariously place them into the water. His eyes are soft and mesmerized as he watches them spin alongside the drifting bath bomb remnants. The twirling colors and duckies lull him into a comforting, hyper-fixated trance. Noah hums against Nick’s thigh, his eyes matching yours in their sleepiness.
The space between you three is quiet but peaceful, comfortable, and full of love.
Nicholas unplugs the tub, and the water begins to drain slowly. If you had anymore fight left in you, you’d push to stay in longer but all you want to do is get nuzzled between your boys in bed.
He brings you both plush towels and helps you dry off. Before you’re able to get dressed, you’re once again across Nick’s lap off the edge of the bed, but this time for a much different reason. He squeezes out some healing gel-cream into the palm of his inked hand and carefully spreads it across your bruised cheeks. The coolness of the cream helps ease and numb the pain. It brings you comfort knowing that while both of them can be quite mean in the moment, they will always be soft with you like this afterwards.
“Does that feel better?” He asks and you nod. “Good.” He smiles softly. “I picked out some PJs for you on the dresser if you wanna bring them over?”
You carefully peel yourself from his lap and bring over the silk PJs. He holds open the shorts for you to step into and helps slip the top over your head. His hands cup your cheeks and tilts your face up to him. “I love you.”
His eyes lean more grey in the dim light of your bedroom. You beam sweetly up at him and nuzzle into his palm. “Love you more.”
Abruptly, Noah pulls himself on his knees to the edge of the bed and throws his lanky arms around both of your necks. “Love you most!”
You giggle at Noah’s silliness and how the squeeze squished you into Nick’s chest. You’d stay squished there forever by them if you could.
Shortly after, you three get cozy in bed – you curled around knocked-out Noah and Nick curled around you. Being smushed between their bodies means that the smell of their mixed colognes cocoons you in your favorite scent. With a deep inhale, you take in the moment. You were exactly where you belong.
No one could ever take away how perfectly you three fit together.
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a/n; thank you for reading if you did! smut isn’t really my strong suit so i apologize if it wasn't that good 😬 and IM SORRY IT WAS MUSHY AT THE END OKAY………
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pairing: noah sebastian x nick ruffilo x fem reader
cw: polyamorous relationship, cozy morning sex, threesome, unprotected p in v sex, fingering (f receiving), double penetration (kinda), all the sweetness for our favorite birthday boy
word count: 1.5K
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author's note: just wanted to write a little something sweet and cutesy (and sexy and a little filthy, as i do) for ruff's special day. fair warning: not proofread. all mistakes are the fault of my silly brain.
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You wake up to Nick pressed against you. It’s so cold in the room–thanks, Noah–but he’s so warm, the length of his body pressed close against your back, arm slung over the two of you.
You feel at ease here, in bed with your boys; you feel surrounded by them, your absolute favorite thing. Being sandwiched between them always feels at once grounded and floaty. You pull the blanket up higher and settle back against Nick’s front, pulling Noah in. Nick stirs a little, holding the both of you closer, not rushing. Noah wiggles himself back into you, warm and solid and still sound asleep.
“What are you doing, sweet girl?” Nick asks, placing kisses to your bare skin. You can hear him breathing heavy, a little ragged, warm breaths ghosting over the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You realize you’ve been mindlessly wriggling yourself back against him as you feel him getting harder against you, getting wetter for him. The arm he had slung over Noah moves behind your body, down between your thighs, fingers ghosting over your center through your panties. “I said, what are you doing, sweet girl?”
“Birthday present?” you offer, gasping when his fingers push your panties to the side, dragging through your folds.
“You’re so wet for me already,” he praises, pressing into your clit briefly and dragging back down, ghosting over your entrance, pulling a moan from you. “Birthday present, huh?”
He pulls his hand away and you almost whine, complaints ready on your lips until his fingers are notching under the waistband of your panties. “Nicky,” you whisper, taking his hand in yours and helping him get them off of you. You feel him press close to you again, hard and insistent against your back.
“What did you have in mind?” he asks, kissing and nipping at your neck. His fingers are back and you’re shaking, twitching, needing him. “You know how I love your birthday presents.”
You didn’t have anything in mind–you hadn’t even thought of this before you woke up, aching for him–for his touch, his mouth, his cock. Anything he has to offer you. “You decide,” you say. “Your birthday. You pick.”
“Generous girl,” he says, cock notching at your entrance, drawing a gasp from you. You close your legs around him as he drags his cock through you, teasing your slit, but he pulls back when you groan. “Lie on your back and hitch your leg up over Noah. Be careful, though–you wouldn’t want to wake our sleeping beauty.”
You do as he asks, settling flat on your back and draping a leg over Noah’s hip. Nick is crawling between your legs and doesn’t give you a moment before his mouth closes around your clit, two fingers in your cunt. The stretch burns, just slightly, momentarily. Your responding moan is louder than you intended, and Nick is up in a moment, clamping a hand over your mouth to quiet you. “You’ll wake him up if you’re not careful. Do you want to wake him up?”
You can’t help but laugh, giggles muffled by Nick’s palm. You nod, feeling his grin against your neck before he bites down, fingers curling inside you.
“Go ahead. Wake him up, then.”
You hitch your leg higher over Noah, dragging him closer towards you. Your legs are spread so wide, you’re tempted to feel shame by the obscenity of it. Nick settles back down, closes his mouth around you again and swirls his tongue, fingers delving deep—your gasp is automatic. Noah stirs, turning to face you when you cry out again, louder. His eyes focus on you, narrowing when he realizes what’s happening.
“Starting without me?” he asks, and you can’t speak—not when Nick’s fucking you so thoroughly with his fingers, not when Noah sneaks a hand under your sleep shirt, grazing a finger over your nipple, teasing it between his thumb and index finger. “Sneaky girl, trying to get the birthday boy all to yourself. That’s not fair.”
“I woke you—” you start, breaking off into a gasp when Nick brushes over that perfect fucking spot inside you, the slightest graze of teeth over your clit, an edge of pain with your pleasure. “I woke you up, didn’t I?”
“Before he got his cock in you and everything, lucky me,” Noah says, kissing your neck to distract you as his hand moves lower, fingers replacing Nick’s mouth on your clit–Nick’s mouth moving lower, too, licking inside you, between his two fingers. “Who are you this wet for, baby?” Noah asks, teasing you. “It’s for Nicky, huh?” you nod, groaning, no use in sugarcoating it. “I know. He really knows how to use his mouth, doesn’t he?”
“Yes,” you gasp, settling further into the bed, closing your eyes and focusing solely on the way their hands feel. The way Nick’s mouth feels. The way it may be a little bit dramatic, but you feel almost like you could ascend to heaven with the way that it all feels so good and so much. “God, Nick, that feels so good.”
“What about me?” Noah asks, humor clear in his tone. Nick laughs and the vibration goes straight through you, making you grind your hips down into both of them. “What do you want to do with her, Nicky? You think she’s ready for your cock?”
You groan desperately, dizzied as always by the way they talk about you like you’re not there, while they’re touching you–clearly very aware of your presence. “Why don’t you ask her, baby?”
“Seems ready to me,” Noah says, dipping two fingers into you alongside Nick’s. The stretch is so good your vision blacks. “Look at my fingers, Nick, they’re fucking sopping,” he adds, and you have half a mind to be embarrassed. They wouldn’t want you to be, so you push it away. “If she’s not ready, I can be.”
He’s joking. Kind of. You know he’d take your place in a moment.
“I think a lot of that is my spit, actually,” Nick offers, bringing a hand down hard against your tummy to keep you from squirming when you laugh. “And her pussy. She’s soaked.”
“Are you ready for him?” Noah asks–he doesn’t even finish asking before you’re nodding your head and squirming. “Fuck, yes, I knew it.”
Nick stands, sliding his pj pants down his legs. Your mouth waters as you get a good look at him. Noah is at his side in a moment, taking Nick in his hand and kissing him, hard, on the mouth. They whisper into each other’s mouths, giggling before kissing again. You wish you could hear what they’re saying, but you have a good enough idea. Something sweet, something filthy, and you’re wetter and squirmy just imagining it.
Nick crawls over you, hiking your legs up around his hips. Noah brackets your side, arm gentle and wandering over your torso. When Nick’s cock breaches your entrance, you gasp, the stretch so delicious and always a little bit too much, to start. But so good. Too good.
When you whine, Nick kisses across your face to soothe you. Noah’s hand travels down, middle finger playing across your clit. You’re so close already from all that time they spent on you. You have to squeeze your eyes shut, focus on lasting a little longer for them, but it goes a little out the window when Noah’s hand moves lower, two fingers sliding into you alongside Nick.
“Oh, fuck,” Nick moans, at the same time that you gasp out Noah’s name.
The stretch is too much, maybe, it pulls you away from the edge until he curls his fingers, taking you closer and closer until you’re not sure how much longer you can stand it.
“Oh god, I’m so close. Please,” you moan, grinding yourself down onto Nick’s cock, into Noah’s fingers. At the press of Noah’s thumb at your clit, it’s instant. You reach your end with a wail and Nick fucks you through it, Noah pressing soft kisses to your neck until they can tell you’re oversensitive.
When Nick pulls out, Noah is on him in a moment. He licks a palm, wrapping a hand around Nick and another around himself. They kiss, lost in their world–it has the power to make you feel left out, ignored, but you love watching them with each other. You love watching their care and softness, the way they can read each other so well.
When Noah cums, burying his face in Nick’s neck and whimpering; when Nick does, painting his own belly and gaze shifting to you, pretty eyes sparkling–you don’t feel left out at all.
They bracket your sides again, pressing kisses to your cheek. It almost feels like your birthday.
“Happy birthday, Nicky,” you say, tangling a hand in his hair and kissing him. Noah echoes the sentiment, leaning over your body to do the same.
“We’re sleeping in today,” Nick says, resting his head on your chest and swinging an arm over Noah, pulling him closer. “Y’all wore me the fuck out.”
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PLEASE SHUT UP || Nick Ruffilo x fem!Reader [Part One]
DIVIDER ART WORK BY @saradika-graphics
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REQUEST [by @yumikitten]: I'm just gonna keep on this Ruffilo train if everyone is okay with it. Ahem. What if Y/N and Nicholas got into a fight? Something that really made them snap and started yelling at each other, saying things they weren't really meaning? It could also just be something super silly tbh. We've all been there. 😅 But Nick finally gets suuuuper tired of screaming at each other and just kisses her to shut her up, which then leads to makeup sex. 😉 I could see him spitefully telling her at some point that he's gonna have to remember this if it got her to shut up so quickly. 🤣 Please don't feel obligated. 😁 My mind is just going zoom. 💕
A/N: FIRST OF ALL, I'M DEEPLY SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG. I had a severe writers block over the last couple of months and couldn't bring myself to work on requests. As compensation i have decided to make a two-parter out of the request. The setting is a maybe a bit different than expected but I hope you like it anyways! Part Two will hopefully be posted soon! ♡♡♡
WARNINGS: angst, cursing, fear of failure, fighting, small room, ... (let me know if i missed something)
TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit (Let me know if you wanna be added to my general taglist!)
Ever since Y/n had been a child, she was surrounded by music. Her dad was the guitarist of a local rock band and her mom had been playing the violin since forever.
She remembered clearly how her mother had told her that one of the first things she did as a child was smash hey tiny little hands onto the piano that stood in the family’s living room.
As Y/n grew older, her taste in music also changed. Even though she had been learning to play the piano since the age of just four, she noticed how her taste shifted from soft and classical music to later pop and then heavier stuff.
Maybe it had been some kind of rebellion in her teenage years, maybe it had been her father’s taste in music that influenced her or maybe it was her first ever boyfriend who introduced her to Bring Me The Horizon, when she was just fourteen. All Y/n knew, was that she soon found herself sucked into the world of metal and metal core.
It was no shock to anyone close to her, when she was hired to play the keyboard in a band called Bad Omens.
She had met Noah through mutual friends while gaming during the pandemic and they soon became close friends. The band had been working on their third album back than and though it sounded more than good when Y/n first listened to it, Noah thought something was missing. That was when Y/n came into the picture. She had delivered them some parts that amazed the boys so much that they offered her a place in the band. She had gladly accepted it.
Since than the band had been thriving. From tours all over the world, making Y/n travel to parts of the world she had only imagined as a child, to streaming records that made her dad jump in excitement, every time she visited her hometown. Everything was going well for the band.
For Y/n in particular though, nothing was well. Nothing had been like she hoped it would be. While she had grown close to three of her bandmates, one seemingly hated her guts without explanation.
At first, Nick and she had gotten along quite well. She remembered nights where they sat outside and chatted about the most random things while seemingly not getting enough of each other’s presence.
But over time, things had changed. First, he started to distance himself to the point where it couldn’t be called anything but avoidance. Soon, the complaining began. He began to roll his eyes when she said something that made the others laugh. He started making snarky side comments every time she did something slightly different in her performance. Nothing Y/n did was good enough in Nick’s eyes and hell did it annoy her.
She couldn’t wrap her head around what she did to him to make him act that way towards her, considering she was the only one that suffered under his behavior. With everyone else, he was an angel on earth. Always sweet and caring.
Even though she missed the time where Nick acted like that with her, she began to mirror his demeanor. She began to criticize him just as much as he did with her. She was so fed up that she even started to loathe the time she needed to spend with him in one room.
Saying that was difficult was an understatement. Everyone noticed how they started to act and soon the mood started to deteriorate because of their behavior.
But the breaking point was only yet to come.
The stage was set, the lights were dimmed, and the crowd buzzed with anticipation. The band was about to kick of another concert on their tour and Y/n could feel the familiar hum of excitement and nervous energy that waved through the packed room. This was nothing new for Y/n, yet tonight was different. There was an additional weight pressing on her tense shoulders – the intense gaze of Nick, whose eyes seemed to bore into her from across the stage.
As Y/N's fingers glided over the keys, she couldn't shake the feeling that every note she played was being criticized. She stole a glance in Nick's direction, only to find his expression unreadable, yet filled with an intensity that made her uneasy. The rhythmic thump of the bass only increased her anxiety, and the once effortless connection she felt with the music began to waver.
In the midst of a song, Nick shot her a look so disapproving, Y/N lost it. She stumbled over a chord, the crooked sound echoing through the venue. Panic set in as she struggled to regain her composure. She knew the crowd hadn’t noticed but for her it was a disaster. For the rest of their set, her heart seemingly jumped out of her chest in a mix of fury and anxiety. Nick's disapproving glares persisted, each one a sharp stab at Y/N's confidence. The usually seamless collaboration between band members now felt like pure pain to Y/n. All she did for the rest of the evening was desperately trying to avoid the heavy judgment of Nick’s eyes.
As their performance ended, Y/n felt empty. Heavy tension lingered in the air when they went backstage to compliment each other on another successful concert, but Y/n couldn’t bring herself to feel good. She fucked up bad and only because Nick couldn’t stop with his childish behavior.
After Noah and Jolly comforted her for a second, she came to a stand in front of the bassist. The rest of the guys walked away to calm down, while Y/n’s eyes bore into Nick’s.
Without even thinking, she dragged him into a small room filled with technical stuff.
“What the fuck are you doing, Y/n?” Nick protested as she closed the door behind them.
“What the fuck I’m doing? Could you tell me what the fuck your problem is, Nick?” She shouted at him, not holding back one bit.
“I did nothing.” He quickly defended himself and wanted to grab the door handle, but Y/n walked between him and the exit.
“Keep your fucking judgement to yourself next time.” She warned him and looked into his blue eyes. The rage that fumed inside of her quickly caught up to him.
“Maybe don’t fuck up your notes next time.” He hissed at her.
In the dimly lit room, Y/N couldn't hold back her frustration any longer. "Nick, you can't just keep brushing off my opinions about fucking everything!"
Nick's eyes flashed with irritation. "Well, maybe if you understood music better, your opinions would matter."
The words hung in the air, heavy with tension, as Y/N shot back, "You know, not everyone worships your bass lines, dickhead!"
“Oh, come on, are we this low now?” Nick mocked her and tried to get out of the room again.
“I’m not letting you get out of this room until you finally tell me what the fuck I did to you, Nick.” She fumed at him, her back now pressed against the door.
As the argument escalated; Y/n trying to get answers, Nick trying to avoid the talk; both felt a surge of anger and hurt. But suddenly, Nick, became quiet, took a step forward, his eyes meeting Y/N's defiant gaze.
“You really don’t get it, do you?” – “What?”
Before Y/n could react, Nick grabbed her face and, with an unexpected intensity, kissed her. Time seemed to stand still as Y/n noticed what was happening. She was confused but at the same time she couldn’t bring herself to push him off her. Her eyes fluttered shut as another feeling entered her.
Need.
A feeling she had been suppressing since the second he became cold towards her. She wrapped her arms around his neck while he pressed her firmly against the door. It was a kiss full of anger, frustration but also passion as Nick devoured her lips. Soon he travelled down to her neck and even though a small Parton her was still furious about his action, she definitely needed him more than anything in this moment. He bit her exposed skin, not caring a single second about the marks he was leaving on her as she whimpered in pure bliss. When she tugged at Nick’s hair, he softly moaned against her neck, signaling her she wasn’t alone with her thoughts.
Right as his hands started to travel down her shirt, she remembered what was going on and grabbed his wrist.
A stunned silence enveloped them, broken only by Y/n’s words as they looked into each other’s eyes. "You can't just kiss me to end an argument!"
Nick looked at her with wide blown pupils. It looked like he tried to find his words, but nothing came out.
“Oh look at you, now you can’t even talk to me anymore.” Y/n mocked him with hate in her voice, before she pushed him away from her. She left the room with agony.
She hated Nick for making this whole thing even more confusing than it already was. But she knew one thing.
This was never happening again…
PART TWO COMING SOON
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You’d Be Better Off On Your Own — Pt. 2
pairing: nicholas ruffilo x reader
warnings: mentions of alcohol and its consumption. some gaslighting and manipulation. dakota being a fucking dick. bad omens being the best friends you could ever ask for.
tags: @concretenoah @malice-ov-mercy @circle-with-me @somewhere-diamond @iknownothingpeople
masterlist. part 1.
God, this was such a bad idea. You knew it was an awful idea the moment Nick suggested it, the moment he had spoken it into existence. But alas, here you are, and you’re nowhere near prepared.
It was two days after you caught Dakota cheating when he finally came back around. You almost hadn’t let him into your apartment, but, remembering the look in Nick’s eyes when you had admitted to him how badly you needed to break up with your boyfriend, you found the strength to choke back the bitter taste in your mouth at Dakota’s presence.
But you’d allowed him entry and listened to his half-assed apology anyways. You hadn’t forgiven him or anything close in relation to the word. Instead, you had told him you appreciated the apology but you needed a few more days to yourself. You saw the grimace of anger all over Dakota’s face for just a moment before he accepted.
That night, he left you with a kiss to the cheek and a sickening feeling in your stomach.
Now, here you are, four days later. You’re at a bar with Nick and the rest of Bad Omens, plus Bryan, Matt, and Jesse. You had decided today was the day you are finally ending things with Dakota. Nick stated how proud he is of you and had been more than willing to gather the guys in support of this endeavor.
However, you had made sure to confirm Dakota’s attendance before even mentioning it to Nick. And thankfully you were able to get Dakota to agree to come, despite how much he dislikes your friends.
And that’s all you’re waiting for now.
You’re anxiously watching the guys switch off in a game of pool as you keep one eye on the front entrance of the bar. Dakota should be here by now. What is taking your boyfriend so long? Well, soon to be ex-boyfriend, that is.
As you glance back over to the door for the thousandth time, you’re suddenly thankful that the bar is relatively busy tonight. That way, Dakota will be less likely to cause a scene when you inevitably break up with him.
“Hey.”
You swivel your head to see Nick standing on the other side of the table you had claimed at the beginning of the night. He’s pulled his long hair up into a bun, and his skin a warm bronze in the lowlight of the bar. You make a mental note that he’s taken off his flannel and tied it around his waist since playing pool, which leaves his tattoos on full display. And you hate how momentarily speechless you are by his appearance.
“Oh. Hey.”
“You okay?” he asks.
You nod, swallowing thickly. “Yeah. I’m fine,” you lie. “Just watching for Dakota.”
Nick looks at the door, his eyes lingering in its direction for a few moments before he’s looking back at you.
“He’ll be here,” he assures you. “In the meantime, come play a round with us. Get rid of some of your anxiety.”
You roll your eyes, and take a not-so subtle final glance at the bar door as you consider his words. Then you’re pushing yourself out of your chair and standing in front of Nick. The lights reflecting in his eyes almost look like stars when you’re face to face with him, and it has the breath catching in your throat.
To set aside the unexpected fluttering in your chest you shove at Nick’s shoulder to get him to move. He stumbles a bit but not without smiling widely at you. You smile back at him as you follow him to the pool table.
Jolly and Bryan holler happily as you approach. Jesse comes up next to you, pushing Nick out of his way, and gives you an extra glass that he had in his grasp. You take it with a smile as he throws his arm over your shoulders. He clinks the two glasses together before downing the contents of his drink, you following suit.
You almost gag at the taste of tequila. Jesse knows how much you hate tequila. But you can’t find it in yourself to be mad at him, especially with that contagious smile on his face and the warmth in his eyes as he looks over at you. You sigh slightly as you smile at him.
Then he’s pulling you into a hug, both arms wrapped securely around you as he sways back and forth.
“You’ve got this,” he says in your ear. “We’re all rootin’ for ya.”
And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t almost break down in tears at your friend’s words. You take a deep breath, breathing in Jesse’s cologne, and murmur a thank you before pulling away. He’s still smiling as he takes your empty glass and walks away.
When Jesse steps away Folio rounds the pool table and shoves one of the cues into your hands.
“You’re up,” he tells you plainly. “Noah and Matt are winning and you know we can’t have that, so get your ass in there and win this shit for us.”
You roll your eyes. “And what makes you think I’ll win against them?” you question him while chalking up the cue.
“Dude, I don’t know, you tell me.”
“Wow, your faith in me is truly unwavering.”
“Just fucking go!” Folio pushes you closer to the table, snatching the chalk from you. “We’re stripes so don’t fuck this up.”
Throwing your middle finger up at him, you finally turn back to the green felt top. And with just a cursory glance you assume there to be about three or four of each type of ball, then the eight and the white. So you walk over to where the white ball sits and angle the cue just so in order to strike the yellow stripe that, if you hit it just right, will fly into the adjacent pocket.
You line up your shot. You draw in a long intake of breath and…
The loud clacking of the pool balls echoes in your skull as you stand up straight. And see, just as you had predicted, the yellow stripe is sliding into the pocket right next to Bryan.
Your friends all clap at your victory. An embarrassed blush heats up your face at their attention, so you give a quick mock curtsey before you’re giving the cue back to Folio and stepping towards Nick.
And Nick is watching you closely as you walk up beside him. He’s leaning against the wall, a small smile gracing his face. His stormy eyes look nearly black.
“Good job, honeybee,” he praises you.
“Thank you,” you murmur. You prop yourself beside him at the wall. “I think that shot of tequila Jesse gave me was truly the thing I needed.”
Nick bumps your shoulder with his. “A little bit of liquid courage never hurt, right?”
You look over at Nick to see him staring intently at you. For a few moments, you trace the lines and structure of his face with your eyes, committing each feature to memory. But you know him like the back of your hand, so why is it necessary for you to memorize this all over again? You don’t care, though. You can feel the tequila softly buzzing in your stomach, the sensation both warm and nauseating as you keep your eyes on Nick.
Your lips part slightly as you’re readying to say something, but the words die on your tongue when you see Nick’s gaze quickly dart down to your mouth. He lingers there for one second, two, three—
A hint of movement catches your attention from the corner of your eye. You turn your head to look that way, and your heart squeezes at the sight of Dakota entering the bar. You stop breathing as you watch him look around before catching sight of you on the opposite end of the building. He starts making his way towards you.
“N-Nick, he’s here,” you whisper. You look back at Nick to see him already following Dakota’s movements. His eyes are cold and swirling with malice. “Nicky—“
“I see him.”
Nick’s tone is flat when he speaks. He slips his hand into yours without looking away from Dakota. He gives a gentle squeeze, and you’re suddenly dizzy.
And just like that, Dakota is finally here, only a few feet away from you and Nick. His eyes drag across all of your friends before stopping on you. And where you’re still holding hands with your best friend. The sight makes Dakota snort.
“Come on, man, holding hands with my girl the moment I show up?” Dakota tsks at Nick. “That’s pretty bold, don’t you think?”
Nick says nothing. You can feel the tension growing between him and Dakota, and you know you need to stamp it out before either of them make a move.
You release your hand from Nick’s grip, then hesitantly approach your boyfriend. The rest of your friends have paused their game and are all watching Dakota closely and carefully, waiting for him to step out of line. And just by looking at him you can’t tell if he’s intimidated by their presence or not. His face is vacant of all emotion and his eyes look hollow.
With a light hand on his arm, you guide Dakota over to the table you had previously been sitting at. You both take a seat, and you chance a look over at Nick, hoping to feel a little surer in this moment.
And there he is, watching from his spot against the wall, hidden at Dakota’s back so he won’t be seen.
You give him a tiny smile before you’re turning your attention to the man sitting across from you at the circular wooden table.
“What are you doing, inviting me here?” Dakota asks bitterly before you have a chance to speak. “If you wanted to hang out we coulda stayed at your place or something.”
His words feel harsh as you process them. It’s almost painful to witness, the way he seems so bored and angry simultaneously. But you try not to let any of it bother you.
“I wanted to be with my other friends too,” you explain simply. “My apartment is too small to fit all of us.”
Dakota considers your response for just a moment before he shrugs. Then he’s fixing his dull eyes on you, and your anxiety is spiking from the way he’s looking at you. You’re growing more and more uncomfortable by the second, and you need to get this over and done with.
“Dakota, look, I-I invited you tonight because…”
You trail off as you anxiously look around the room. That is, until you find yourself staring at Nick from where he’s still leaning against the wall. But he isn’t watching you at this very moment. Instead, you watch as he laughs and smiles at something one of the guys must have said. The warmth that radiates from him calms you down enough to get through this.
“I invited you because I have something I wanted to tell you.”
There’s a flash of panic in Dakota’s eyes, but it quickly vanishes when he gazes at you expectantly.
Deep breath in.
And out.
“I’m breaking up with you.”
Dakota doesn’t react at first. You feel your heart pounding inside your chest, beating faster and faster as the silence between you stretches on. You look back over at your friends and see Nick still isn’t watching your interaction with Dakota. At least not until Jolly catches your eye and immediately alerts Nick, who whips around. Your friends all gather to watch Dakota’s reaction.
“You’re breaking up with me?”
Dakota’s voice is dangerously low. It has your racing heart skyrocket into your throat, and you wish you could just shrink and disappear.
You gnaw on your lip before saying in a quiet tone, “Uh, y-yeah. I’m breaking up with you.”
His following laugh sends a leaden spike through your chest. It’s nauseating to hear that bitter and awful laugh resonate in your ears, even though you’ve heard it countless times throughout the years. But it still has you reacting the same: curling in on yourself as you fight back the impending doom of tears.
“God, you’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Dakota chortles, a sinister grin on his face. “Is this because of the texts you saw? The texts you took out of context? Jesus, babe, I told you I was sorry, didn’t I? It’s pathetic for you to act like this after I apologized.”
Your eyes are burning with unshed tears.
You don’t respond.
He laughs again.
“I told you I’m sorry,” he continues. “And you still have the audacity to break up with me. How long have we been together, by the way? This has never happened before and yet you want to end things between us when you know I love you. I’ve been by your side since high school but you think a couple of texts will be the deciding factor—“
Yeah, this was an awful idea, you think to yourself as you tune out Dakota’s voice. This was such a bad idea.
A few tears have fallen since he started talking. Each word is laced with venom and manipulation and you can practically hear your heart giving in to the gaslighting you have suffered from for so long. Tonight could not have gone any worse.
But then there’s someone stepping in between yours and Dakota’s chairs. You blink away your tears and look up to see Nick standing there. Relief begins filtering into your veins at his sudden intervention. And you can’t help but inch closer to him.
“Alright, that’s enough. You need to leave,” Nick says to Dakota.
“Leave? Nah, I’m not going anywhere until my girlfriend is coming home with me,” Dakota counters as he stands from his own chair.
“Did you miss the part where she dumped you?” Nick fires back.
Dakota scoffs. “She didn’t mean that. Did you, babe?”
You cringe at the pet name, the sound of it rolling off of Dakota’s tongue like gravel against your senses. And yet, part of you wants to acknowledge and agree with him. Because surely you didn’t really mean what you said about breaking up with him. Right?
But you did. You truly, wholeheartedly meant it.
You stay quiet.
“I think she meant it, man,” Nick says. He reaches behind until his hand collides with your head, and he blindly cradles the back of your skull. “Which means you need to leave before you cause a scene.”
“I said I’m not leaving without her,” Dakota spits. His voice is rising in volume, and, looking around Nick, you see all of your friends have abandoned the pool game completely and are watching this play out. They all look royally pissed off. “So why don’t you step aside and let me take her home, and we won’t cause a fucking scene.”
“No. She’s not going anywhere with you.”
Dakota takes a half step closer to Nick. However, you also watch as Noah and Matt move in a little closer as well.
“Yeah? Then why doesn’t she tell me herself, dick?”
You don’t like how Dakota is talking to Nick. The anger and resentment you have felt for so long is finally all bubbling to the surface. You can’t take the berating and obvious jealousy that is permeating from Dakota. So you get to your feet from behind Nick, thus catching the eyes of all involved parties. You straighten your spine as you press yourself into Nick. His hand slides down to the small of your back.
“I’m not going anywhere with you ever again, Dakota,” you state, swallowing back the tears stinging your eyes and throat. “I meant what I said. We’re done.”
Dakota’s face contorts with rage. He makes a move towards Nick but Noah and Matt are already right behind him. You see him glare at Nick for a few prolonged seconds before he’s turning his fiery gaze onto you.
Dakota doesn’t stay much longer after that. With the presence of Noah and Matt looming over him he finally backs away. But he doesn’t leave without at least one more attempt at a scathing remark.
“Fuck you, bitch,” he barks at you. “You just wanted me gone so you’d have an excuse to fuck these assholes, huh? Well, don’t come crying back to me when they can’t satisfy you like you know only I can.”
Nick is the one to make a move forward then, and he only stops when you tug on his arm with both of your hands. His face is a steel canvas of rage as he stares down Dakota. Thankfully, Noah is the one to say something before anyone could throw a punch.
“Get the fuck out of here, dude,” he tells Dakota. “This is just getting pathetic.”
Dakota looks somewhat taken aback by Noah’s words, but he does listen. He takes one more look at all of your friends, spits on the floor, and stomps out of the bar.
Once Dakota has disappeared beyond the entrance to the bar, it’s almost like your heart gives out. The once rampant beating of the muscle is suddenly sluggish and near non-existent as you finally begin shaking from beside Nick. Tears are now steadily streaming down your cheeks and your lungs feel shriveled from inside the confines of your chest. At the quiet sound of you wheezing Nick turns to you.
Your vision is blurry from tears but you feel the warmth of Nick’s hands cradling either side of your face. His thumbs swipe gently at your cheekbones, your own hands clutching at his wrists.
“Honeybee.” Nick’s breath ghosts over your face. “Hey, I need you to look at me.”
It’s a struggle at first but you’re able to blink away the tears clinging to your eyelashes so you can look at your best friend. And there he is, his pale eyes staring back at you with a glaze of worry covering them.
“Oh, there she is,” he says softly. “How are you feeling? You okay?”
You blink a couple more times before you respond.
“I-I’m okay,” you tell him honestly.
“You sure?”
You nod. “Yeah. It’s just … a lot to process at the moment,” you say with a halfhearted chuckle.
Nick huffs out a laugh. His breath is tickling your chin and that dizzying feeling from earlier is settling in again. You feel as light as a feather as you stare back at Nick; your head is spinning, but not in a bad way you suppose. It’s just different.
The two of you remain in silence for a bit longer. You can tell that you’ve finished crying for the time being, and you hardly think about how much of a mess you must look to the bar’s other patrons. There’s little time to think when Nick is still stroking your face with a delicate touch and successfully distracting you from any other disruption.
You’re sure he could feel this weight lifting off of your shoulders.
You lean forward to rest your forehead against Nick’s. At the contact you hear him sigh quietly. You’re still shaking as you remain in that position for a bit longer.
But your heart is suddenly racing again and you don’t understand why. And Nick’s hands are burning your flesh like brands with the way he is holding your face so delicately. You can feel a panic attack approaching for no apparent reason, but the tequila in your digestive tract feels warm and bubbly and distracts you from the panic and anxiety you’re experiencing.
Now, you think you may be slightly delirious. Especially with the way you can’t seem to tear your eyes away from Nick’s lips and the way they’re open partially as he relishes in the quiet between you. But you are going to let yourself indulge in the delirium for a moment more.
With your thumbs grazing his pulse point at his wrists, you lean further into Nick. You see his eyes fly open when you are but a fraction of an inch away from connecting your mouths. His breath is scalding hot.
If either of you spoke your lips would meet, and that prospect has the delirium making your head hazy. And you don’t see the harm in it as you close the minute distance.
Nick doesn’t react right away. But then you’re pressing your body into his and your hands are journeying down to his elbows and he just can’t help himself.
You weren’t expecting this ravenous side of your best friend, but you can’t deny you like it. Because god, you fucking love the sensation of his lips against yours and the way his grip on your face tightens. You love the graze of his stubble rubbing into your chin and how addictive the taste of him is.
But then, as fast as it started, it’s ending. Nick pulls away from you very slowly, his breathing heavy.
“Honeybee, I…”
You impatiently wait for him to go on.
“I don’t think we should do this right now,” he finally tells you with a reverent voice. Like you’re the only two people in this entire bar.
“Why?” you counter just as softly.
“It’s not a good idea.”
“But Nicky—“
“No. As much—“ Tears are pricking your eyes once more at the sudden hardening of Nick’s voice, though it remains quiet. “As much as I want to, we can’t, okay? At least not right now. I’m not gonna take advantage of you like that.”
Your heart is shattering for the second time in the span of an hour. You didn’t think any form of rejection from Nick would hurt so bad. But you’re suffering more than you would have ever anticipated.
“Honeybee, please,” Nick continues. The hardness has left his voice, and has been replaced by something akin to pleading. “I need you to understand that I want to keep doing this. I want to fix everything that Dakota broke. But you need time to heal and time to recover from what he did to you. I’ll help you in whatever ways I can, but not like this. Not yet. Okay?”
A few tears escape your eyes. And Nick immediately wipes them away.
You feel awful. Why did you kiss him? Why did you kiss your best friend right after breaking up with your long term boyfriend? That was the worst possible thing you could have done.
But you wanted to. You can’t get over just how badly you had wanted to do so. It was so visceral and so overwhelming, you had needed to act on it.
And yet, you know Nick is right. You can’t do this right now. You need to heal and fix what is damaged because of Dakota. There is much to do after so many years of being with him, but you know Nick is always going to be there for you no matter what. The thought has a wave of relief overtaking you.
“Okay,” you whisper.
“Okay. Let’s get you home now.”
So you let Nick take you home. But not before each and every one of your friends embraces you in individual hugs and showering you with praise on how brave and strong you are for leaving Dakota. Their words fill your heart with love and gratitude.
You settle into the passenger seat of Nick’s car and watch the scenery pass by through the window. Your eyes flutter shut at some point, exhaustion creeping in after such a harrowing evening.
Then, some time later, you wake up to find yourself curled up in bed. Your bedroom door is ajar, and there’s light and sound coming from the living room. You don’t have to guess in order to know who’s in your apartment with you. A soft smile graces your face.
You’re able to turn over and go back to sleep with the reminder of Nick watching over and protecting you.
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a/n: idk guys what do we think about a part 3? cuz i myself have no idea and would love some feedback thank youuu
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Random Instagram posts you've made of Nick Ruffilo during your relationship
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Happy spooky szn 🎃👻🍂
Here's a little sneak peek for @concretenoah
Pairing: Nicholas x reader
It’s been months since you’ve seen Nicholas and the guys. Bogged down by your new job you got after you earned your degree, life has been anything short of a F5 tornado; a shit show, if you will. You are the new girl, learning the ropes- trial by fire- all in the span of a few weeks. Summer has cooled into autumn meaning Halloween is right around the corner; and Noah’s birthday.
Sorting through your mail you find a handwritten letter addressed to you in silver calligraphy on a matte black envelope. It’s a handmade invitation to Noah’s Dirty Thirty: the theme- MASK-erade. The artistry alone gives Nick away, his attention to detail, the color palette he chose, his hand drawn skeleton in the corner. He went big for his best friend. You wonder if his sister taught him how to do calligraphy or helped him remember how to mail a letter. Chuckling to yourself, you put the invite on your pinboard near the fridge. Suddenly your phone chimes...
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Permanent Mark - Nicholas Ruffilo Smut
AN: This kinda spilled out, I'm really glad though because something finally broke my slump... so I hope ya'll enjoy!!
You let out a soft sigh as you stand outside the tattoo shop, hyping yourself up for this as you have never gotten a tattoo this large before. You have wanted to get your owl tattoo for awhile now, and when you saw Nicholas’ work you knew you wanted him to do it, his style something that you enjoyed.
Maybe that’s your problem though. One, he is the bassist of one of your favorite bands and you are going to have to sit and act like you aren’t a weird fangirl. Two, the two of you haven’t met in person, you have had to communicate over email and messages because of his tour, so your first time meeting and talking to him his hands are going to be all over your thighs. And three, you find him attractive, very attractive so him having his hands on you is going to be a slight distraction for you.
You finally decide to walk in, making your way towards the front desk to check in, Nicholas greeting you with a smile.
“I was wondering when you would finally walk in, that nervous about this?” He asks, teasing you lightly, trying to help you relax.
“No, not that nervous, just excited. I have wanted this tattoo for awhile, and based on your sketches I know it’ll be awesome,” you respond, hoping that you don’t come across like a weird fangirl or anything.
“I can understand that, I actually already stenciled up the one that you said you liked if you are ready to come back,” he asks, starting to lead you back towards his chair, still with a soft smile on his face, wanting you to feel comfortable.
You follow behind, waiting for him to show you the stencil and size.
“I know we talked about it and that it’s a thigh piece, if we need to resize it once we see how it looks that is no big deal,” he says, showing you.
“I-yeah, let me just take my jeans off…. Shit that sounded bad, I wore shorts under them to make it easier on you, I didn’t mean it in a weird way,” you ramble, now blushing bright red as you move to slip your jeans down.
“I figured, why don’t you hop up in the chair and I’ll apply it, we can then figure out if we like the size and placement yeah,” he says, motioning for you to take a seat, which you do, still blushing at how awkward you made things. Not realizing that he didn’t mind what you said, he was more focused on slipping his gloves on and applying the first stencil.
You watch him as his hands now touch your thigh, applying it for you. When it’s on he gives you a chance to look in the mirror, seeing what you think of the placement and the size.
“What do you think? I think we should go a little bigger but it’s your decision,” he says, glancing at you as you look at it.
You look at it for a moment, trying to decide what you think before you nod in agreement. “Yeah, I think you’re right, it would look better if we made it bigger. Hopefully it’s not too much work to change it up.”
“Nope, we will wipe this one off and then I will go resize it quickly,” he responds, taking a wet paper towel and wiping the stencil off my skin before going back behind the desk and doing a couple things, coming back with a larger one.
When he returns and gently places the larger stencil on you he looks up at you to see what you are thinking. “I think it looks much better like this, what do you think y/n?” he asks, waiting for you to decide if you like it.
“That looks much better, I like it,” you respond, a big smile on your face as the reality of you finally getting this tattoo you’ve wanted for so long is finally hitting you.
“Awesome, I will get started with the outlines. Did you decide what colors you wanted me to use or do you want me to surprise you?” He asks, getting all his materials ready before you hear the machine turn on, your anxiety spiking.
“I don’t know, I was thinking that galaxy-like colors would be cool. Like blues and purples, but if you have a different idea I am open to it honestly. You’re the artist here, not me, so you probably have more idea of what would look good.” You say softly, trying not to jump when you feel him start his first line.
“I was hoping you would say that, I wanted to use those colors honestly. I think they’d look great on your skin tone. So, let’s get started, enjoy the next few hours we have together. If you need a break or anything let me know okay?” He asks, making sure that you meet his eyes for a moment, to catch how serious he is before he looks down to get started.
“Of course, I can’t wait to see how it comes out,” you say excitedly, watching him get started. There is something so mesmerizing, watching him while he is so focused, while his eyes are so focused on what he does as his hands run along your skin.
The buzzing is a little annoying, but it is nothing you aren’t used to, having gotten a couple tattoos in the past.
As he works he can tell that you are watching him, that you enjoy watching him as he works. He’s not sure exactly why, but it’s flattering. Once he gets a little more in the zone he decides to try and talk to you, wanting to get to know you a little better but also to break the silence.
“So, is this your first tattoo you’ve gotten?” He asks you, continuing to drag the needle across your skin as he does the outlines, sneaking a couple looks at your face here or there as he goes to gauge your reactions, making sure that you aren’t too uncomfortable.
“No, I have a rather large one on the back of my shoulder that I had done awhile ago when I was in college and then a set of song lyrics that was added to it. It’s just not visible when I am in a shirt, I also have a magnifying glass on my bicep but you can’t really see it with the long sleeves I’m in. This one is one I have wanted and sat on for a while though honestly.” you admit, feeling a little shy while you say it.
“No wonder you are taking this so well, I was just thinking you are handling it well for someone’s first, so that makes more sense now. You chose a good spot though, it shouldn’t hurt too bad for you. What is the one on your back?” He asks.
The two of you spend the next few hours talking, a little flirting, and getting to know each other. Him laughing when he hits a spot where you grimace, not expecting you to lose your composure. You laugh when he tells you something funny that has happened in the shop, or on tour. The two of you honestly hit it off really well, despite the fact that you’re hurting you are almost disappointed when a few hours later he is wrapping it up and it is done. You absolutely love how it came out though, his talent and his attention to the details that you wanted to stand out made it come out absolutely beautifully.
When you make your way up front to pay and leave, you feel pretty bitter sweet, not waiting to walk away from him but absolutely loving how it came out. You don’t realize that he feels the same way, that something about you is different than other clients and he doesn’t quite want to let you leave either.
You sign the slip of paper you need to pay with your card before sliding it back to him, thinking nothing of it when he slides business card back to you… until you realize that there is a phone number written on the back of it when you get inside your car and go to set it in your purse. You can’t believe that he gave you his phone number, and wrote text me next to it. You realize that you aren’t the only one who felt something between the two of you.
When you make your way back to your house you decide to send him a text, just saying thank you for the tattoo, that you absolutely loved it and can’t wait for it to heal.
A week later
The two of you have consistently been talking for about a week now, getting to know each other as you do so… and maybe flirting with each other quite a bit. You still a little mind blown that this man who you find so attractive seems to be into you.
You got another message from him, this one asking you to come hang out, watch a movie at his place. That led to where you are now, on his couch while a movie plays, both of you laughing with it while his arm is around you, feeling close to one another.
“Hey, how’s the owl healing?” He asks you, his eyes meeting yours as you both smile at each other, enjoying how you are looking at one another.
“It is looking great, I know it’s not fully there yet but I love it. You did a great job,” You say honestly, wondering if he actually cares or is just worried you aren’t taking care of it, letting it ruin itself.
“I’m curious about the one you said is on your back, you never showed me a picture or anything, can I see it?” He asks you softly, his hand rubbing your arm softly where it is wrapped around you.
“Yeah, I’ll have to take my top shirt off though, but I do have a tank top on so it’s not that weird.” You say softly, feeling shy as you let him see this other part of you, one that honestly you love but with him being an artist himself you are worried about what he would think.
You sit up and slip your t-shirt off, turning your back towards him so that he can see it. His hands gently brushing your hair to the side as he looks, gently tracing his fingers down the dragon, sending shivers down your spine with how gentle his touch is.
“I don’t know why I didn’t expect a dragon and flowers but I didn’t. What does the line ‘Heaven wasn’t too far away’ with the dates mean?” He asks you, his fingers still gently tracing along your skin as he watches it closely.
“The dates are when my dad died, that’s actually why I got a dragon too, because he had a dragon on his arm so it’s all a tribute for him. When I was little he sang Heaven by warrant to me so it just made sense,” you admit softly, a little uncomfortable talking about what is a sore subject, unsure why you are comfortable telling him.
“Well it’s beautiful, really,” he says just as softly, before moving and placing a soft kiss on your skin there.
You stiffen for a moment, caught off guard by the kiss, him also wondering why the hell he just did that as he feels your body tense for a moment.
When you turn towards him, your eyes meeting his something changed. Next thing you know the two of you are kissing, his tongue quickly finding yours as the two of you give in, no longer holding back your desire from the other one. His hands settle on your hips as you eventually move, straddling his lap as he holds you tightly against him, one of your hands settling in his hair. The more intense the kiss gets the more you shift in his lap, able to feel his growing erection underneath you, which just fuels you even more.
His lips eventually pull away from yours only to settle on your neck, leaving teasing kisses along the length of it until they settle underneath your ear, nipping lightly at your earlobe.
“Please tell me you want this as much as I do right now,” he asks softly, practically begging you for permission to keep going.
“Yes, I want this,” you admit softly, letting out a gasp when his lips settle below your ear again, now nipping, kissing and sucking harder, determined to leave at least one mark along your skin if you will let him. Leave you with a reminder that he was there, that he made you feel this way.
When he’s finally satisfied with how it looks he pulls away with a smirk. Moving to slip his own shirt off before reaching for the bottom of your tank top, waiting for you to nod before he slides it off of you as well.
He moves you off his lap, urging you to lay back on the couch which you gladly do, wanting to feel him over the top of you as his lips lock on yours again, much more urgency in his actions this time as one of his hands trails slowly up your stomach. Making its way teasingly between your breasts before moving to lightly palm one of them over the top of your bra, slowly his fingers dip under the cup as they find your nipple, playfully rubbing it between his fingers before lightly pulling on it.
At this point his other hand reaches behind your back, unclasping it and sliding it off of you before he shifts his attention to your other breast. His fingers still playing with the one while he pulls his lips away from yours, settling on your other one as he slowly trails his tongue around it, feeling it harden in his mouth as he continues to tease you with his tongue, sucking on it while his fingers are on your other one still. He hears your soft moan which encourages him to continue, knowing that you are enjoying his teasing touches on them, knowing that he is making you want this as much as he does based on how you are shifting your hips up to meet his, making both of you gasp as you make contact.
One of your arms wraps itself around his back, lightly running your nails along his skin there as he continues, it starting to turn him on more than he thought it would as he continues his touches, his lips now trailing down your torso as he moves. Stopping just above the waistband of your leggings that you have on.
You glance down, looking at him as he slowly moves to dip his finger teasingly just under the waistband of them and your panties, watching as you squirm from his touches. He can tell that he is getting you worked up, and is enjoying the fact that he is. His eyes meeting yours, his desire obvious inside of them.
“Can I?” He asks you gently, waiting for your okay before he tries to remove them from your body.
When you nod he doesn’t hesitate, he slowly slides them both down your legs at the same time, quickly settling himself between your thighs as his hands teasingly trail over the bare one. He also takes a moment to admire his work, it really is healing beautifully and he thinks it looks incredibly sexy on you, that you let him decorate your skin for life.
He moves back up, his lips settling on yours again while his fingers teasingly slide through your folds, collecting your wetness on one of his fingertips before bringing it back up to use as lube while he lightly circles your clit. Watching as you instantly stiffen slightly, enjoying his touch while letting out a quiet sigh, enjoying how his hands are on you.
He pulls his lips away with a smirk, glancing at you as he mumbles something about how wet you are. Honestly, you didn’t completely catch what he says, you are so overstimulated and enjoying his touch so much that you can’t focus on his words. Nicholas is able to tell, his eyes meeting yours with an amused smile as he continues, moving his finger slowly against your clit, wanting you to grow desperate, crave more from him.
When you are squirming underneath him, whimpering, he decides that he may have teased you enough and quickly slips a finger inside of you, another joining right away when he realizes just how wet you actually are. Pumping them inside of you while angling up to hit that spongy spot, wanting to get you there quickly because he is struggling to hold it together at this point, wants to be inside of you desperately at this point. Watching you arch your back against the touch, bucking your hips up to meet his touch, all while whimpering and moaning, it's turning him on more than anything has before. You are total putty under his hands and he is enjoying it, a cocky smirk on his face as he watches you slowly fall apart.
“You want more, want me to make you come?” He asks you, voice deep and laced with lust.
“Please, I, I am so close Nicholas,” you whine, meeting his eyes with your own while he watches you closely, enjoying your reactions.
“Hmm, I think you can do better than that,” He says again, slowing his movements with his fingers down to prove his point.
“Fuck, Please, I feel so good, I, I want to come nicholas, want to feel even better,” You whimper out, unashamed to be begging at this point, past the point of no return.
He doesn’t say anything, just picking up the pace and using the pads of his other fingers to rub against your clit, pulling you closer and closer. He doesn’t stop this time when you are at the edge again, instead he tells you to come, demands you to, which somehow makes you let go.
Your back arching as you throw your head back with a loud moan, your climax hitting you harder than you expected, feeling so sensitive and overwhelmed by everything as your body relaxes back against the couch again, slumping against it as you come back down with a heaving chest while he watches you. While your eyes were closed he had lost his pants and underwear, slipped a condom on and is watching you, stroking his cock as he admires just how beautiful you look like this. Waiting for you to settle back down and be ready to take him.
When your eyes open and land on him stroking himself he figures that you are ready, settling himself between your thighs as he leans down to give you another kiss, slowly thrusting himself inside you for the first time while the two of you kiss. When you adjust to the stretch a bit more he lets go, his hips rocking to meet yours a bit more, working himself into you while he admires you. Watches how your breasts move as he thrusts into you, enjoying the sight of your chest heaving as he works you back up again, the sight of you alone is honestly almost orgasmic, he loves how responsive and sensitive you are.
He grabs one of your hands, moving it between your thighs to rub your clit, wanting to feel you come on his cock before he finishes. You do, starting to rub it as he thrusts harder into you, your other hand moving to play with one of your nipples, craving that extra stimulation as you find yourself hurdling closer to the edge, the pressure building again.
“Please, I’m close, need you to finish again,” he whispers into your ear, practically begging you to let another orgasm go for him. The feeling of him inside of you, your fingers on your clit, pared with his words is enough, throwing you over the edge abruptly as your second orgasm hits you, stronger than the last.
The moan you let out and the feeling of you tightening around his cock is enough to pull him over the edge with you, coming undone with a few more thrusts to ride it out, his head landing on your chest when he pulls out and collapses on top of you. Both of you laying there, basking in the afterglow of the moment you just shared. Both of your chests heaving as you come down together, one of your hands now moving so that you can play with his damp hair, earning you a soft groan from him.
Neither one of you wants to break this silence, both of you enjoying the moment but he eventually decides he should probably deal with the condom and slowly lifts himself off of you, leaving you another soft kiss before moving to take it off and throw it away before making his way back over to you.
“If you want we can maybe move this to my bed, restart the movie because we missed most of it and cuddle up for the night… and have an actual date tomorrow night,” he asks, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
You can’t help but giggle, before agreeing with him that it sounds wonderful, letting him slip his shirt that he had on over your head before you follow him to his room. Restarting the movie so that you both could actually watch it this time while sharing some sweet kisses, smiles, and cuddles.
“You know, I really want to make a joke about you leaving a permanent mark on me now, that yours is going to last longer than any others I’ve had before because of the tattoo but maybe that’s a bit too cheesy,” you say with a giggle, his head resting on your chest again as you play with his hair. Both of you have discovered that you like this, that it is relaxing for both of you.
“Yeah, with your garbage sense of humor I was waiting for it,” he teases, lightly tickling your side to make you laugh again. You retaliate by attempting to tickle him back, leading to a full out tickling war as you miss a good chunk of the movie yet again.
“Maybe one day we’ll actually finish the movie,” he says with a laugh. Giving up and turning it off, neither of you seem to care or notice as you both continue to laugh, talk and enjoy the night before falling asleep.
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Request: Idk if you've seen on tiktok (the booktok side) where this girl finds a motorcycle in the parking lot of Barnes and Noble and tries to find the man riding it in the store??? And when she does, he's in the romance sections and UwU's at him! Eheeek! But then he makes his own account to find her and even goes as far to say he's never been UwU'd in the wild before. Lmao But anyway, it kind of gives me Ruffilo vibes! I feel like he'd be in the romance section for sure!
A/N: Omg I have!! They have a date Tuesday! And I guess she recommended ACOTAR and he's totally reading it now. Legit its own romance novel in the making! But I agree, this has Ruffilo vibes! So, without further ado. Ahem.
Warnings: None, only fluff. 💕
You were on your way into Barnes and Noble at 9am sharp to grab your copy of Iron Flame before they sold out. You'd waited at least six months for it and you weren't about to be hindered by not only them selling out on release day, but finding a misprinted copy. For whatever reason, there were hundreds of misprints out in the world and you would not be one of those people getting one. You were about to inspect the living hell out of each copy you could so you brought home the perfect one.
Walking into the romance section, you immediately see a man with his hair pulled up looking at Fourth Wing, stopping in your tracks and pulling yourself behind the end aisle shelves. Standing in shock at not only finding a man in the romance section of a book store, but a man that was entirely too hot for his own good. Was he gay? Was that what was going on here? Men who openly read romance novels were usually gay. Never before had you seen someone of the opposite gender as hot as he was looking into one of your favorite books. It had to be a ploy, right? Maybe he was getting it for his girlfriend, you reasoned as your eyes averted down and to the right where a few copies of Iron Flame were. With a last glance at the man who had his back turned to you, you made your way to his right and began looking through the first copy.
The book jacket looked pretty solid, the font perfectly aligned. The title page plainly said it was Iron Flame as did the spine. You even noticed the map wasn't upside-down and you weren't losing a hundred pages or better. From what you could tell, chapter seventeen still had the dragon printed on it and you didn't see any duplicate pages. Satisfaction rolled through your body as you stood up and smiled widely to yourself. It was the perfect copy of Iron Flame. Now all you needed to do was check out and you'd be on your way home to binge read the ever living fuck out of it.
Turning, you noticed the man still standing there, now with another and much darker romance: Haunting Adeline. It wasn't for the faint hearted and not something someone should read their first time. You weren't positive this was his first time reading smut, but the signs were there. If he was trying to choose between those two specifically, he wasn't aware of the differences in romance.
"Get Fourth Wing," you spun around to tell him, light gray eyes piercing through you as a smile crept between his cheeks. "Haunting Adeline is a very dark romance whereas Fourth Wing is fantasy romance."
"How dark are we talking?" He asked, putting it back on the shelf to grab Fourth Wing again.
"Dark enough to know you might cringe at one of the chapters in there if you haven't read dark romance before. Trust me, get Fourth Wing." You clutched Iron Flame to your chest in a vice, not wanting it out of your sight for a second. "The second book, Iron Flame, just came out today. It's worth the hype, believe me."
Raising his eyebrow, looking between you and the shelf, he picked up the second book as well. "Well, if you insist it's as good as you're wanting me to believe."
"Oh, it is absolutely amazing. But also, let me see that." You reached your hand out for the copy he grabbed, the man giving it to you without question. Once again, you ran through the mental checklist of misprints and found no problems with this one either. Both perfect copies were USA published, not Italy. Part of you was beginning to suspect the Italy copies were the problem. "Long story, but there have been a wide-range of misprints this release. Probably the biggest I've ever seen, but it looks like this copy is perfect."
He accepted it back, "Thanks, I don't even know if I'd notice a difference or not."
Shrugging, you said, "You'd know if you were missing a hundred pages toward the end."
He seemed to be taken aback. "No shit?"
You nodded, "Yea, it's crazy ugly with some of them. The list kept growing with how many different problems people were finding."
"Well, I appreciate it. I'm looking forward to reading it." His smile was warming as one of his hands held the two books at his side. Honestly, he was much too pretty not to be gay. Quite, seemingly reserved, and wanting to read romance. Either he was gay or he was the perfect man. And the tattoos? Seriously, the universe was playing with you at how rare this occasion was.
"You definitely will, promise." Instead of introducing yourself like a normal human, you really wanted to get home to read. The more time spent lolly-gagging, the more spoilers you'd have to dodge online. You waved, smiled, and turned around to check out. Was what you were doing dumb? Absolutely. This was a once-in-a-lifetime chance presented before you and your focus was on a book about dragons and Shadow Xaddy.
You stood in line to check out, women shuffling in to grab their own copies as you saw the mystery man walk toward you. Well, not you per say, but the line. You truly hoped he'd like your recommendation as it really was one of your favorite series now. Who didn't enjoy it? The book had everything you could possibly want. Characters were fleshed out, dragons could communicate with you, Xaden Riorson. The sarcasm could put a person on their knees alone. Xaden Riorson.
You swing the door open to leave, your car in one of the first few spots as you hear someone behind you. Turning, you see the man walk toward you, books in hand.
"Here," he hands you a piece of paper with a number on it and the name Nicholas across the top. "This way I can tell you what I think about it later." Cheeks flushed you stood there perplexed. Was this happening right now? Did the hot man just give you his number?
Without thinking, you grabbed a pen out of your purse and pulled his hand toward you to write your name and number on his palm.
"There," you finished the last digit, capping the pen and putting it back in your purse, "now you can text me any time it gives you a crisis."
"Crisis?"
"A good crisis, but crisis nonetheless." His eyes were glistening in the morning sunlight, eyes looking into yours like he had found a gem. "I'd get to reading before you get any spoilers. It's a dangerous time right now."
"I'll be sure to keep a lookout if you promise to be the person to discuss theories with." Hand outstretched, Nicholas waited to see if you'd accept his proposal or not.
"Sounds like a plan to me." You took his hand in yours, the fingers calloused yet somehow still soft as you shook hands. Eventually, the two of you parted ways, your mind questioning if you had a fever dream or not. Regardless, you had a book to start. Time was ticking.
Four hours later, you get a text from Nicholas saying, "I don't know, but Dain sounds like a tool." And thus your relationship with Nicholas Ruffilo officially started.
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Delicate Beginning Rush
pairing: nicholas ruffilo x fem!reader
masterlist: here | crossposted; ao3 | word count: 4.8k
warnings: alcohol, fluff??? who am i ????¿, shy nerdy nicholas, awkward fumbling drunk sex, oral (f receiving), mutual masturbation, nick has a big massive fat-, cum play ??, subby nick if you squint, reader doesn’t know anything about star wars / pop culture ? lol, au; college omens, 18+ MDNI
summary; your friend drags you to a house party you never wanted to be at but end up being grateful when a cute shy boy changes the course of your night
a/n: this is a work of fiction, don't like it don't read it. don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)
Around you rages a random college house party that your roommate dragged you to. The house itself was huge and almost dollhouse-like. You weren’t sure who’s party it was or who all lived there, all you did know was that your friend was on a mission. You’ve met the group of boys your friend was interested in a couple times. She’s been trying to get with one… or two of them? You aren’t quite sure anymore. But they were some boys from your English class that happened to be in a band – at least that’s what you’d gathered with various random study dates with them. They were chill, but you could tell that they were mostly interested in your roommate. At least that’s what it seemed like, with the way they’d usually only pay mind to her while you’d be working on assignments.
But now, you sit on the kitchen counter of this giant house with a raven-haired tattooed boy standing between your legs. You both are tipsy, giggly messes.
Your hands intertwined with his and playfully sway back and forth at his sides; the warm alcohol running through your veins makes you both more touchy-feely than normal. The drink coats your body in a tingly warmth.
“How come I didn’t know you were so funny huh?” You nudge his shoulder with the right set of your connected hands. Your fingers slip from the hold and brings the plastic cup full of neon blue to your lips. You take a sip looking up at him through glassy eyes over the white ridge of the cup. The sickeningly sweet beverage burns your throat with at least 3 different liquors mixed.
His tan cheeks are tinted peachy pink from the alcohol and a sweet smile tugs at his lips. “I don’t know.” He shrugs and takes a sip of his own drink. “I don’t really talk much I guess.”
Which was true. Now thinking about it, in all your group hangouts he was mostly silent, only speaking when spoken to. The other three boys were loud and quite talkative. Especially the two your roommate was pining after, both with long hair and one with an accent. It really depended on the day which she was leaning towards more. Tonight, it was Jolly, the one with the accent.
“Yeah, I noticed that.” You say softly, “But you seem much more talkative now with some of…” You hold up the horrid concoction you were given, “Whatever this is.”
He smiles, “Yeah, I guess it helps me out of my shell a little.”
It seemed to help him out of his shell a lot, with him talking to you for the past hour and making you laugh harder than you had in a while. You barely even knew what his voice sounded like before tonight. But you found that you really enjoyed it, it was deep and raspy but upticks when he’s excited about something. It swirls a flurry of butterflies in your tummy that you write off as just the alcohol’s doing.
“Well, I quite like you out of your shell Nicholas.” You beam sitting up. One arm wrapping around your own midsection and the other feeding more sips of drink to your mouth. You find the edges of your lips curling at how the blue liquid tinted the inside of his lips. You wonder if the stain on his mouth tastes just as sweet as the drink.
A blush coats his cheeks, and his eyes fall to his cup, “Oh, you can call me Nick.”
“Alright, Nick.” You grin and take the last sip of your drink. “You know it’s awfully loud in here.” You use a tried-and-true line.
“Oh, well, we could um,” He knocks back the last of his own drink. “We could go up to my room?” He offers kindly.
Hook.
Line.
Sinker.
“Sure, I think that’s a great idea.”
You hop off the counter and he takes your hand, weaving you through the crowded party and up the stairs. He pulls you into his room, the second door to the right. The room was cleaner and more decorated than you’d expect from a random college boy.
Your eyes wander across the shelves of figurines, books, and posters on the walls. It was all quite… “nerdy”, the only thing you could really recognize was Star Wars while the rest just seemed like miscellaneous anime memorabilia. It didn’t make it any less pretty or interesting, quite the opposite, you were awestruck.
Another wall was covered in framed records that hung above a bookshelf filled with vinyls and topped with a record player. Your gaze flows down to where propped guitars litter the floor.
“It’s lame I know.” He scratches the back of his neck with a subtle embarrassment on his face.
The mandatory college boy light strips around the room were set to purple and moving the light in a pattern – alternating between blocks of bright violent and dim violet. Your eyes followed the blocks as they trailed along the ceiling. The light strips and a warm yellow lamp on his night were the only sources of illumination.
“No, no.” Your eyes finally land on Nick again. “I think it’s really cool.”
He chuckles and shakes his head, “No, it’s definitely not that.”
“Most boys’ rooms are bare with a mattress on the floor. Your room is so full of personality… and you have a bed frame.” You laugh. “It’s cool. I promise.”
The more you looked at his personality-filled room, the more you wondered how he kept all of this contained. You would’ve never guessed this is what his room would look like. But you sure were happy you were found out.
“Well, I’m glad you think so.” He says and sort of shifts on his heels. He picks up some random fidget toy and begins playing with it, it’s obvious he’s a little nervous.
You carefully sat on the bed, making sure not to disrupt the nicely made sheets.
“I don’t know anything about that stuff.” You say naively. You’ve been around enough nerdy boys to know that always gets them going.
“Of what? Star Wars?” His glassy eyes grow wide and shocked.
You giggle at his reaction, “Yeah, any of it really. Like all this stuff in here. Except the music, obviously.”
“No way.” He scoffs. “There’s no way you’ve never even seen one Star Wars movie?”
“Nope.” You lift your shoulders to a shrug, “But I’m sure you’re about to tell me about it.”
“Well, I mean, it’s only my civil duty to inform you about them.” The edge of his mouth pulls into a playful grin.
You bite down on your lip to stifle another liquor-soaked giggle. “Alright. Well, let’s hear it then.”
The way the corners of his lips curl directly into his cheekbones is so adorable you don’t even mind that he’s derailed your mission of hooking up. You pull yourself further back into his bed making room for him.
“Okay, so.” He says excitedly with an uptick in his voice and scrambles to sit next to you on the bed. He takes an inhale before beginning to speak, almost like he doesn’t even know where to start.
Even though you were originally in this for something completely different, now you don’t mind just sitting here and listening to him excitedly talk about … whatever he’s talking about.
You let him drunkenly ramble without interrupting him, nodding at any points he was making. He lost you fairly early on, when he started to explain how the movies are chronologically not in order or something along those lines. But that didn’t stop you from just listening to him speak or admire how animated he got with his hands while explaining things.
He was just so cute – the way when he smiled, really smiled, it lit up his whole face. This smile reached his eyes, lighting them up with so much life. This was the first time you really noticed his eyes, with the purple lights reflecting in them you couldn’t even tell what color they truly were – they looked grey, then blue, then green all at once. When you were really lost in them is when he caught you.
He reeled his arms back to his body, giving you a little embarrassed smile. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to talk so much.” His gaze fell before bashfully meeting you again.
“No, no, no.” You quickly answer, immediately feeling guilty for not paying enough attention. “I liked listening to you.”
“Oh, you don’t gotta say that.” A light pink coats his cheeks before his eyes fall to his fiddling fingers. “I’m used to it. Most people don’t tend to listen to me anyway.”
Your chest twists at the thought of anyone ever making him feel unheard or ignored.
“Hey, no.” You reach between you and grab his wrist, then meet his eyes. “I was listening to you. I really like hearing you talk. Okay? You can keep going if you want.”
He blushes a little more and gives a small nod. “Okay.”
He continues on some tangent he left hanging, and you return to your place with your chin on your palm supported by an elbow to your knee.
You didn’t lie, you really do like listening to him – you said nothing about understanding anything he said. Especially with how fuzzy your head is right now, you don’t understand a single word he’s saying. All you can pay attention to is the smooth waves of his cadence and his adorable mannerisms.
He pauses and chuckles nervously, “What? Did I lose you again?”
The edges of your lips curl up, and you shake your head.
“No.” You hum and press your lips together as you reach up to tuck some hair behind his ear. “I’m just wondering if you tell every girl you bring up here about Star Wars.” You giggle.
He nearly scoffs at even the idea. “No, definitely not.” He reaches up to scratch his arm “Mostly because I never really bring anyone up here. I usually stay here during their parties. They’re not really my thing.” He shrugs and fidgets with his thumbs as he speaks, transfixed on them while occasionally looking up to meet your eyes. “I don’t really like the loud music, or the people… or the alcohol usually. Really none of it is for me.”
“Well, I’m really glad you were down there tonight.” You smile sweetly, just admiring how pretty and delicate he is. You move your hand just a bit forward so that the tips of your fingers interlace with his and lean towards him.
A shy grin spreads across his lips, “Yeah me too.” He replies softly while matching your actions and moving closer to you. His eyes dart from your eyes to your lips and you can’t help but mirror it. His lips were perfect and plump and all you wanted to do was be on them.
From all the pieces of him you’ve gathered tonight, it’s easy to assume that he’s probably pretty anxious and can’t read social cues that well. So, you decide to spell it out for him.
“I want you to kiss me, Nick.” You breathe into the gap between your lips.
He gives you a quick but urgent nod before softly crashing his lips into yours.
The kiss ignites sparks all over your body, firecrackers exploding within each cell. Your hand finds his cheek to pull him in closer. His tongue swipes across your bottom lip asking for entrance and you oblige without a second thought.
His tongue hesitantly flicks at yours which begins a playful dance between them. It’s not rough or dominance-seeking, it’s needy and soft.
You tangle both hands into his long long locks and lean back on his bed, pulling him on top of you between your legs without ever breaking the kiss.
He’s so gentle with you. His hands stationed at each end of your body, one soft on your face and the other resting tenderly on your side. His tongue was skillful but mellow, just enjoying the kiss with you. It’s not often a guy wants to take his time and not rush, but he didn’t seem to mind, in fact, he was setting the pace.
It’s exciting and delicious all at once.
Your hand meets his face to bring him even closer before reaching up and tangling your fingers into his dark hair again. His scent fills your nostrils and it’s something woodsy and… spicy? Sweet, but peppery. The smell of his cologne goes straight down between your legs and worsens the throbbing there.
You continue the lazy kissing but take the lead again and slowly guide his hand to your tit, letting him know that it’s okay to touch you. He doesn’t need much convincing; his hand begins needing the soft tissue of your breast over thin t-shirt fabric. His fingertips lightly pinch your pebbled nipple. You can’t help but let out a tiny whine into his mouth.
You’re reminded of just how drunk you are when your numbed fingertips trail down his shirt to his belt and fumble with it. You struggle with the button and the zipper, but you finally reach his hardening cock. He lets out a small groan once you start palming him over his boxers. While you can’t even see it, you can tell it’s big – which surprises you, especially with his shy demeanor and the tight-ass pants he usually wears.
He follows suit, letting his hand trail down your side until it’s between your thighs beneath your skirt, running a finger between your panty-covered lips. You moan into the kiss; you need him like air – more than just his finger over cotton.
Since he seems to base his actions and pace on yours, probably out of courtesy to make sure he’s not crossing any lines, you dip your hand past the wide band of his boxer briefs. His cock is thick and heavy in your hand as you begin pumping him within his boxers.
It works, he dips into your panties and lets his fingers explore you. He rounds your clit nearly causing your entire body to convulse. Then he slowly brings them down to your entrance which makes you immediately roll your hips up towards his hand – your core aching to have something, anything inside you. A louder moan escapes once you feel two fingers slip inside you.
You pump his large member in your hand, and you can feel his pulse in it. The walls around his fingers tighten once he starts rutting into your fist – he needs you just as badly. You break the kiss, and your chests rise and fall rapidly together. He doesn’t pull away, instead, he presses his forehead against yours.
“Jesus fucking christ you’re so fucking big.” You breathe out heavily between you two.
Pink flushes across his cheeks in the cutest way. “Thanks.” He replies shortly almost as if he’s ashamed to receive the compliment.
Your brows knit together and your head tilts to the side. “What’s wrong? I’m sorry if I-”
“No, no, it’s not that it’s just…” He presses his lips together for a moment. “It’s big.”
You chuckle, “I mean yeah, every guy says that right?”
“It’s just… I just don’t wanna hurt you.” He says sheepishly. “If you want to go further that is, of course.”
You watch him with a skeptical gaze trying to analyze his features to see if he’s joking but, he seems serious. Of course, he feels big in your hand, but you don’t have a full gauge of it – you can’t see it. Surely it can’t be that big. He’s probably just exaggerating. Regardless, you find it endearing that he’s so concerned about hurting you.
“I’m sure it’s fine.” You wave off the conversation because you enthusiastically want to get back to the journey you were on before.
His lips urgently find yours again and his fingers continue their plight inside you – two curling right into your sweet spot and his thumb rolling small circles into your swollen clit. You’re grateful for the loud party downstairs that masks some of the noises you’re making.
Your hand works on him at the same pace as his fingers do on you. Deep groans rumble in his chest and in the back of his throat.
Breathlessly, you pull from the kiss looking up at him like he’s a glass of water after a trek through the desert. “Fuck- I” A moan slips from you. “Fuck I need you. I need your cock.”
“Are you sure?” He asks and pulls away, “Because I–“
The pulsing in your core outweighs your patience and you hastily tug down his pants, letting his cock spring out fully.
Your eyes widen at his size. He wasn’t joking - he’s fucking massive. So massive in fact that it almost terrifies you and makes you question if it could even fit inside you. It’s almost as long as your arm and thicker than a can of RedBull.
Nick must’ve picked up on your fear because his cheeks grow rosy in embarrassment. “See. I told you.” He says dishearteningly. “It’s okay if you don’t want to try, I really understand. Just let me eat you instead?”
You blink at him, somewhat taken aback by the whole situation. As much as you wanted to try – and you really wanted to try, the worry of you both being too drunk to properly prep you was imminent and you really didn’t want to risk him hurting you.
“Okay…” You agree timidly. “Sure.”
He smiles seeming happy to just be able to make you feel good regardless. His lips meet yours again and repeat the same soft dance as earlier for a moment before beginning to pepper kisses down your body. First, your neck, giving you open-mouth kisses with an occasional suck. Then, down your torso and tummy until he’s finally between your legs. He swiftly slips your panties off.
His inked fingers help to spread you open, using your own arousal to easily slide between your lips.
“So pretty.” He mumbles before diving in causing an abrupt whine from you at the sudden stimulation.
His lips and tongue work as delicately and meticulously between your folds as they did with your mouth. You could swear his tongue was made of some sort of magic from how good he was making you feel already. His tongue was masterful in how it would flatten and then curve around your swollen clit.
You peer down at him at work, and he was so beautiful, eating you like it was the only thing in the world that mattered. He must’ve felt your gaze on him because he looks up at you with lustful but sweet green-grey eyes. They make your breath hitch in your throat.
It was artistic how he’d move his tongue up and down in swirly wavy patterns serving you a perfect rhythm of stimulation then rest then repeat. Not too fast, not too slow, not too hard, not too light. His tongue was immaculate.
“Fuck Nick,” You groan, letting your head fall harshly back on the pillow and your hand dives into his hair again. “Fuck don’t stop, that feels so fucking good- Fuck.”
The knot in your tummy grew more with each twist of his tongue and when he started incorporating his fingers again, hitting just the right spot, you knew you were done for.
“God, fuck!” You moan out loudly, tugging at his roots and rutting your hips up into his mouth. The knot threatening to snap at any given flick of his tongue. “Fuck, fuck, Nick, fuck I’m gonna cum!”
He speeds his pace up ever so slightly, not enough to ruin your ride but just enough to push you over the edge. He even lets out a moan against your cunt letting you know that really fucking likes the way you’re reacting to him.
Your grip on his hair is tight and probably painful but the screams that leave your throat distract you from staying gentle. Your legs clamp around his head and your back arches from the bed as you release fully onto him. He groans deeply against you again, seemingly even more turned on than before.
He doesn’t stop, no matter how tight your legs suffocate him or how hard you pull at his hair. He doesn’t stop for a second. His speed is perfect, enough to keep you going but not enough to overstimulate you. He keeps you riding a delicate tightrope, stretching your climax out as far as he can.
Your tummy fills with rampant butterflies and a buzzing spreads across your skin as he gently carries you into another orgasm. Pleasure crashes into you like a tidal wave to shore. Every inch of your body reacts to him, bending to his skillful craft.
Screams erupt from the base of your throat, your body not able to contain the rush of euphoria that he’s sent you into. Your hips rut up into his mouth and your walls spasm around his fingers but he keeps his actions steady and consistent. His fingers curl and thrust into you harmoniously with his tongue, letting you ride out your high on his face.
You pat his head a bit to indicate you were done. He looks up at you so happy, so grateful to serve you. His eyes are bright and full of pride that he was able to make you feel that good.
He pulls away, revealing him working his still-hard cock in his hand. Watching him move his fist up and down his veiny shaft and roll around his head has you buzzing again. He slips his fingers from you and replaces his working hand with the one covered in your juices, using your orgasm as lubricant.
“Fuck.” He mumbles, his eyes still fixated on your dripping cunt.
Your hand slithers down between your legs and use two fingers to spread yourself open for him. His tongue swipes between his lips as you begin playing with yourself – dipping into your entrance to gather some arousal to bring up to your pulsing clit.
You bite down on your bottom lip while his hand speeds up on his member, the sight of it turning you on beyond belief – especially since he was using your slick to work himself. He pumps his member faster and faster, his chest heaving accordingly. You’re both transfixed on each other’s actions, just getting off at the sight of the other fucking themselves.
The head of his cock is so swollen and dark red and leaking precum. It’s massive and could probably fill your entire mouth if you were to suck him off. His hand grows erratic and sloppy as his other keeps him propped up on the bed.
You feel a 3rd climax creeping up on you, filling your bud with nerves begging for relief again. Your free hand slides up your torso to squeeze your breast, watching him start to unravel. Your fingers work precise circles around your nub, occasionally moving down into your entrance. You never knew how powerful it could feel watching a man get off on just the sight of you. You loved the way his eyes tracked your fingers, how they’d widen if you spread your folds for him, how his hand would speed up if you fucked yourself.
“F-fuck.” He mutters, letting himself rest down on his elbow. “Ah-uh- fuck, I’m gonna cum.”
He quickly lifts his shirt to reveal his tummy just before milky white ribbons decorate the tattoos there. His eyes flutter close, and his head lulls back as he works every bit of cum out of himself. His lips part slightly, letting delicious groans and whimpers pour from his mouth.
Thankfully, you’re just as close and his moans along with the sight of him coating himself in cum push you over the edge. Flashing white blinds your sight and your thighs clamp around your hand. Your fingers don’t stop moving until his hand does.
You ride out your highs together before your bodies relax back into the bed. You lay there breathless beside him, your chests rising and falling rhythmically. He hadn’t even fucked you but that was still some of the hottest sex you’d ever had. God, his tongue was nothing short of magical.
The silence between you both is awkward but endearing, unfamiliar but delicate. Your tummy fills with fluttering butterflies just at his proximity. Finding a guy who made you feel like this was the last thing you expected to happen tonight.
A chill from the air conditioning reminds you that you’re still bare from the waist down. Strawberry pink flushes your cheeks as you lower your skirt back down. He follows suit and tucks himself back into his boxers.
You nervously chuckle and go to speak but he starts at the same time as you. The blush on your cheek only worsens.
“Oh sorry I-“ You both fumble over each other’s words again.
“You go.” He offers.
“No, no you go.” You reply, motioning for him to speak.
He chuckles with his eyes adverting yours. “Um, sorry if – if, you didn’t want, erm, this.” Referencing his jerking off.
“No – no it was –“
“You just – you sounded so pretty.” He blurts out. “And you tasted so good… I just, got worked up.” His cheeks and the tip of his nose coated in a deep pink. “Sorry.”
You try to keep yourself from smiling too big because you find his embarrassment so cute.
“It’s okay. I liked it.” You reassure, and for some reason, it tints your cheeks too.
“You did?” He asks almost shocked.
“Mhm.” You reply, digging your teeth into your lip and nod. You liked it more than wanted to admit. “A lot.”
“Okay.” He nods bashfully. “I, um, I’m gonna clean up now. Can I get you anything?”
“Hmm, maybe a water when you’re done?”
“Okay.” He sits up a bit. “Um, do you mind just kind of, looking away?”
Your eyes furrow and your head tilts at him in confusion but you comply. “Sure.” You cover your eyes with your hands. “Why am I looking away?” You question, seeing as you just saw a lot of him.
He shifts in the bed, and you hear him slip his shirt off, probably to use it to clean up his mess.
“I don’t know. I just don’t like to be shirtless around people, I guess.” He answers shyly.
“Oh, I’m sure you look good!”
“No.” He scoffs adamantly, “Definitely not.”
“I don’t believe you.” You hum, wiggling a bit while still covering your eyes. “But I’ll take your word for… for now.”
You sense him get off the bed and open some drawers. After a few moments, he lets you know it’s okay to look again. You open your eyes to see that he’s changed into a graphic tee and a pair of shorts that have some kind of wolf design on them. He somehow looks even better than before.
He returns with two bottles of water, one for you and one for him. He shuts the bedroom door so gently like he’s trying not to wake anyone, as if there isn’t a raging party downstairs. He hands you a water bottle before he cracks his own open and takes a gulp.
“Thanks.” You say with a small smile. As you steal your first sip, you take note of his shirt. “Deft-tones?” You sound out the word trying to make out what it means. “Is that a band or something?”
The look that washes over his face as he’s drinking is pure shock and confusion. You may as well have told him you didn’t know who Mickey Mouse was. He abruptly pulls the bottle from his lips with furrowed brows, “You’ve never heard of Deftones?”
You press your lips together and shake your head, “Nope.”
“You’ve never watched Star Wars and you’ve never listened to Deftones? What rock have you been hiding under?” He teases.
“I don’t know, a heavy one I guess.” You giggle and give him a shrug.
“Oh man. If I wasn’t still so drunk right now, I’d play you something.” He laughs and sits on the bed beside you. “But anything I play right now is gonna sound like ass.”
“Oh, I highly doubt that.” You smirk and shake your head. You hadn’t heard his band play, but judging by how skilled his fingers were, he had to be good.
“No, no. It’s true. But you’ve gotta let me play something for you sometime.” His grin begins wide then shortens. “If you want that is.”
Right then, you couldn’t imagine anything you wanted more.
“I’d love that.”
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a/n; thank you for reading if you did! i'm not that good at writing smut so sorry if it wasn't that great! i really enjoyed writing this one bc was just so fluffy and awkward and sweet, which is so different than anything else that i normally ever write LOL
Thank you for any support you guys ever give me on any of my works, it truly means the world to me that you guys enjoy my words and lil plots.
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disguised in your sheets
pairing: nick ruffilo x fem reader
cw: sleepy sex, unprotected p in v sex, sweet things, mentions of smoking (cigs are gross+i want one bad)
short n sweet 🤍
author’s note: our boy nick and my brain refused to cooperate with each other on this one but i managed it. this post was wildly helpful. i hope y’all enjoy :)
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He’s not in bed when you roll over.
The clock on the bedside reads 4:17 and his alarm doesn’t go until 8, so you know he’s still around here somewhere. He should be back to bed soon, but it’s cold and you miss him. Against your body’s protest and the draw of sleep, you pull on some sweats to go and find him.
When you step out into the hallway, the shocking cold of the hardwood is unpleasant under the soles of your bare feet. You can’t help but grin at the sight of him on the sofa, though, cat in his lap and phone in his hand, mindlessly scrolling.
“What are you doing up?” You ask as you sit down at his side, curling into him. When you press your face into his chest, he smells like cigarettes and Nick, and you want to inhale it until it’s all consuming.
“Got up for a smoke and didn’t want to wake you.” Nick responds, wrapping his arm tightly around your back, rubbing circles that soothe you, tracing a little heart the way he knows makes you swoon. He places a kiss to the top of your head and you smile into his t-shirt, burying your face further.
You hear the sound of cat paws hitting the floor and scampering away. Normally this would offend you—all this time later and he still hasn’t quite warmed up to you—but this morning you’re grateful it gives you the opportunity to pull the blanket over you both and crawl into Nick’s lap.
“You know I don’t like sleeping without you.” You tell him, his spit slick lips kissing a path across your neck and up to your face. When they slot over yours, he tastes like Newports and you sigh into his mouth. You’ve long ago quit but the taste on his tongue almost has you jonesing for one of your own.
“I’ll wake you up next time.” He says, sliding his hands beneath your shirt to settle on the small of your back. They’re cold and it makes you wince, but the skin to skin contact is so nice it makes you dizzy.
“Next time, don’t go.” You respond—an empty request. Your hips start to move against his. His hands are guiding you gently, still cold against your skin but not unpleasant, and definitely more than welcome.
You can’t help the smirk that spreads across your face when you feel his cock, hard and insistent, against the back of your leg. You cup his face in your hands, meeting his eyes and absolutely beaming, “Is that for me, Nicky?”
All he can do is nod before you’re kissing him breathless.
You can’t help yourself. You scoot yourself back on his lap, settle near his knees, and pull his pants down his thighs to take him in your hand. His gasp on the upstroke and the groan when you swipe your thumb over his tip make you wish either of you had thought to turn a light on. You’re dying to really see his face, but he’s still so pretty in the moonlight dancing through the sliding glass door.
But you’re still so sleepy. Your hand slowing down on his cock, your lips stilling over his, losing focus, and of course Nick notices. Nick always notices.
“It’s okay, baby.” Nick whispers, cupping your face in his hand and kissing you gently. You blush, feeling guilty and embarrassed, but his smile settles you like always. “Let’s get you back to bed.”
You reluctantly rise from his lap but are thankful for the suggestion, eyes begging to close again. You stand above him with wobbly legs, waiting for him to pull his clothes back on and join you.
When he does, it’s with a hand on the small of your back to guide you, making you swoon again. It sends chills up your spine, making you want him, almost as much as you want to be back in his bed, snuggled up.
When he crawls into bed behind you, pulling the covers over you both, he wraps his arm tightly around your middle. He’s kissing behind your ear, rutting subtly into your back, and you know he wants something. You know he wants you.
You also know he would stop if you asked. All you would have to do is yawn and he’d let up, hold you closer to him while you drift off to sleep. But the feel of him behind you has you desperate and dripping—you’re squirming back into him before you even notice it happening.
“Is this okay?” Nick asks, sliding a hand under your shirt and over your belly. His hand is still so cold but the feel of it when it moves higher, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers, has you gasping and nodding, desperate to have him touching you everywhere.
Rolling over to face him, running a hand beneath his shirt, you ask. “Will you fuck me?”
He meets your eyes, searching for any hesitation, but finds none. You’re positive. “Please, I need you.”
When he finally takes your panties off and fingers between your folds, he grins. His fingers always feel so good in you but you need his cock, soaked for him already.
“You’re this wet just for me?” He asks, sounding awestruck by you. It’s your usual reaction to his touch and you don’t know how he’s still surprised. You’ve been wet since the moment he touched you.
The stretch when he slides into you is delicious and all-consuming. His body covers yours completely and you feel surrounded by him, gasping into his open mouth.
The way that he’s fucking you so slowly and deeply with his warm breath on your neck has you seeing stars. The way that his cock feels inside of you like you were made for it, hitting that perfect spot every time, has you clenching around him.
“You feel so good.” Nick whispers, kissing your cheek and fucking you harder but still so slowly. You feel him fucking everywhere. You can’t help the cries you let out on every trust, feeling beyond full and overwhelmed by him. “I fucking love you, always so good for me.”
His voice is dizzying. You love when he talks to you during, making you blush, feeling desperate and loved. Nick straightens up, then, one hand pressing on your tummy and the other moving lower, thumbing insistently over your clit.
You’re squirming beneath him, twitching, and he can tell. He grins, moving his hand from your tummy to your side, gripping you. “I can feel you, baby. You’re about to cum for me, aren’t you?”
You nod, gripping him. He keeps fucking you deep and you can tell he’s reaching his end, too. One swipe has you seeing stars, your hand finding his wrist to grip and grind down and you’re gone.
He fucks you through it, leaning back down to kiss you through it and tongue his way into your mouth. You feel his rhythm faltering and the stuttering of his hips has you needy for it.
“Inside?” Nick asks, and for you, right now, it’s not even a question. You’re nodding and it’s only moments before he’s stilling and emptying inside of you. You thread your fingers through his hair as he comes down, soothing him, placing kisses to his cheeks.
His weight settled on top of you, softening inside of you, is so soothing that you could fall back to sleep just like this. But you know you have to get up.
“Up, baby.” You say, patting his back. He whines but rolls off of you, looking sleepy and pretty. “Meet me outside in a few? I want a cig.”
It’s chilly and a sleepy cuddle on the porch, sharing a cigarette, sounds better to you than anything. You’ll let yourself have it as a treat.
“Bad girl.” Nick says, grinning, climbing out of bed after you.
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PLEASE SHUT UP || Nick Ruffilo x fem!Reader [Part Two]
READ PART ONE HERE.
PICTURE FOUND ON PINTEREST
SUMMARY: This is based on a request by @yumikitten (you can read the request in part one if you want to c: )
WARNINGS: SMUT [oral sex, female receiving; fingering], MDNI, angst, fluff, nick being an asshole, enemies to lovers, ...
TAGLIST: @measuredingold @cncohshit @thatchickwiththecamera @cookiesupplier @jilliemiw86
A/N: Hey! I hope you're all doing well! Here's Part 2! I think I don't have much to say today. So enjoy and consider reblogging, if you liked it. (also its not really proof read im sorry) Thank youuu!
The past few days had been more than tough. Nick and Y/n were avoiding each other so much that they didn't even acknowledge one another anymore. The other guys in the group were beyond frustrated. Every sound check became a gloomy affair, with everyone in a bad mood. The frustration reached a point where the boys couldn't take it anymore, and they started making snarky comments to Nick and her.
Currently, they all sat together on the living room couch during their days off from the tour, which only made things worse since they were still living together. While the rest of the group chatted, Y/n and Nick remained silent. Normally, Y/n would have retreated to her room, but Noah insisted she should stay in the living room. He had had a sincere conversation with her about how the situation couldn't continue like this and that Nick and her needed to resolve whatever was going on between them.
The problem was Y/n had no clue what was going on in Nick's mind. She couldn't stop replaying the moment he kissed her and how she didn't immediately put a stop to it. Her thoughts were a mess, making it impossible for her to focus on anything. Despite managing not to make another mistake during their performances, everything else was chaotic, especially Nick's confusing behavior.
As Y/n took a sip from her water bottle, her attention involuntarily returned to Nick. He was looking at her, but as soon as she noticed, he averted his gaze. Y/n felt like she was about to burst. She endured the tension for another twenty minutes before sighing and deciding to call it a night.
She paid no attention to the look Noah shot her. She had reached her limit and just wanted some time alone.
“Good night, guys.” She mumbled to the boys and didn’t even wait for their responses, before she stood up and dragged herself up the stairs and straight into the bathroom. She quickly began her evening routine. She brushed her teeth and washed her face before looking in the mirror. She looked like she hadn’t slept properly in days, which was in fact true. There wasn’t a night, where she hadn’t been lying in bed, thinking about the chaotic situation she was currently in.
She sighed before looking at the laundry rack, in hopes to find a shirt she could sleep in but when she didn’t see one of her own, she just mindlessly grabbed one of the shirts hanging there and decided to wear it, like she always did. Right as she was finished changing, she turned to the door and jump in fear.
Nick was standing in the door frame, looking at her with an intense gaze.
“What the hell are you doing?” She exclaimed in surprised and hugged herself, wondering how long he had been standing there.
“Just… wanted to brush my teeth.” He mumbled. Y/n realized how this had been the first couple of words the two had exchanged since their fight. For a second, she looked at him, standing in front of the sink. He looked just as exhausted than her; strands of his messy bun falling onto his shoulders.
Y/n took a deep breath before walking to the door, but right before she left, she began to hesitate. She again looked at her former friend, her mind racing as fast as it gets.
Nick noticed her gaze while brushing his teeth, so he looked at her through the mirror. Even though every look he shot at her was kind of painful now, he tried to hold her gaze. His eyebrows shot up, wondering why she hadn’t already left, while Y/n was struggling with herself.
“Can-…” She began. “Can we talk?”
She knew she wasn't the one who should have taken the initiative, but she had Noah's voice in her head the whole time, telling her it couldn't go on like this. She knew that too. She didn't want to go on like this either.
Nick took the toothbrush out of his mouth, a brief uncertainty crossing his face. There was a momentary hesitation in his expression, as if he weighted his options before answering. His eyes flickered for a moment, before he slowly began to nod. After that he washed out his mouth. “Not here though…”
Now Y/n nodded, almost crumbling under the tension that danced between the two.
They quietly walked into Y/n’s room, trying not to catch the attention of anyone downstairs and quickly found themselves sitting on her bed. After that silence came over them again.
The room felt suffocating, the unresolved tension between the two creating a invisible barrier between the them. As they sat on the edge of the bed, the silence became more and more unbearable, each passing seconds underlining the weight of the words that seemingly wouldn’t come out.
Y/n’s gaze lingered on Nick, her eyes mirroring a mixture of frustration and longing. She couldn’t shake off the memories of that unexpected kiss and it echoed in her mind like a constant reminder of the cruel nothingness between them.
Nick shifted uncomfortably, his eyes avoiding hers. The guilt of his impulsive actions weighed heavily on him, and he felt the need to explain what was going on, but he seemingly couldn’t bring a word out.
“You know… I’m not good with words.” Nick mumbled quietly.
“Oh, really? Wouldn’t have noticed without you saying that.” Y/n answered him just as quietly.
Y/n’s heart pounded in her chest as she tried to find the right words.
“We can’t keep going on like this.” Y/n admitted, her voice almost breaking while speaking out her thoughts. “We used to be so close and now it feels like we’re literal enemies living under the same roof.”
Nick sighed; his gaze fixed on the floor. "I know," he responded, the weariness evident in his voice. "I just... I don't know how to fix this."
Y/n nodded, taking in the first nice words Nick has said to her in the last months. "Neither do I," she admitted, her eyes meeting his. "But we can't keep going on like this. It's affecting everyone, not just us."
For a moment, they locked eyes, a silent understanding passing between them. The weight of the unsaid words hung in the air, but there was a mutual recognition that something needed to change.
Silence set over them again. Y/n felt like she was going to have a heart attack. Before she could even think, the words came out of her. “I can’t stop thinking about the kiss. It keeps haunting me.”
Nick's eyes softened as he listened, realizing the impact of his actions. "I didn't mean to complicate things," he admitted. "I just... I don't know what came over me."
Ignoring his statement, Y/n finally got the question out she wanted to ask him so desperately. “What did I do to you to make you hate me so much?”
“I don’t hate you, Y/n.” – “Then why do you keep acting so mean towards me?”
Nick sighed, again, not knowing what to say to her. Her presence made him slowly go crazy.
Y/n swallowed hard, turning to him. “I’m willing to move past this, if you finally tell me what I did wrong, Nick.”
“You did nothing wrong.” He mumbled, trying to avoid her gaze but seemingly unable to look away. God, he loved looking at her, but it was his own fault that he wasn’t able to do so anymore. Just because he was childish enough to think everything would magically go back to normal. “I don’t know why I’m being an asshole to you.”
“See, this is where you’re lying.” – “What do you mean?” – “You know exactly why you’re doing this.”
Nick sighed again and ran a hand through his hair.
“I-…” Nick started but hesitated. When he saw Y/n shout him a reassuring gaze, he started again. “I just don’t want to ruin our friendship entirely.”
“I think you already did that, Nick.” She coldly answered him, while her insides were turning upside down. She wanted to hate him for everything he did, but every time she tried, something kept pulling her back to the vision of them being as close as they used to. Even closer.
Nick reached for Y/n’s hand and took it into his own. “I’m really sorry, Y/n. I’m really sorry what I did to you.”
“Why, Nick? Just tell me why?” She asked him, desperation laced over her gaze.
“You know what? Sometimes it is hard to look at you.” Nick blurted out, not exactly sure if she would get what he was trying to say.
“What do you mean?” Y/n asked confused, hurt written all over the face.
Nick sighed in frustration. “You know, this is exactly what I mean. I’m not good with words and I’m a fucking idiot. How am I supposed to tell you how much I love you when I’m not even able to confront these feelings myself?”
Y/n’s eyes widened. “You what?”
Nick felt his heart sank in his chest. He realized his mistake the second it slipped out. He started to panic. His mind was racing. How the fuck should he go on from that.
“What did you just say?” Y/n whispered to him, her heart almost jumping out of her chest. Everything was tingling. She didn’t even know how badly she needed to hear Nick’s words. How badly she wanted him to tell her he didn’t hate her. But hearing those words slip out of his mouth, almost let her fall to her knees.
Nick’s mouth was slightly opened, when Y/n scooted closer to him. He felt like he was going to explode. Never in his entire life he had allowed himself to be this vulnerable to anyone. Not even Noah.
Y/n was so close to him, he could almost feel her breath on his face.
“Say it again, Nick.” She pleaded with him, her knees touching his.
“I love you, Y/n… And I tried to distance myself and didn’t notice how cruel I became until it was too late.” He whispered and noticed how his eyes flickered to her lips for a second.
Y/n was going to burst into a million little pieces. Nick loved her.
Without even thinking, she sat on his lap, her arms wrapping around his neck, while his hands held her firmly by her hips.
“Say it again.” She begged again, while leaning closer to him.
“I fucking love you, Y/n.” He breathed against her lips and with that Y/n leaned in and without another word, their lips met in a tender kiss. Y/n couldn’t help but sigh. It felt like every ounce of doubt left her body when she felt his lips press against hers again. She craved him. She wanted him to be good to her so bad.
When Y/n slightly grinded on his lap, his grip on her hips became tighter and she swore she heard a soft tone escape his lips. Even though they both felt like they were going to suffocate any minute, neither of them dared to pull away.
Nick’s hands squeezed her waist softly while he licked her bottom lip, asking for entrance that she granted. Their tongues danced in a slow and passionate way. He bit her lip, causing her to moan softly. Y/n’s hands roamed into his hair, tugging on it gently.
When they finally pulled away, it wasn’t for long. For a short second they stared into each other’s eyes, both filled with lust and desperation.
Almost immediately Nick sank his head and kissed down her neck, causing Y/n to breathe heavily. Everything tingled. She couldn’t form a straight thought. All she could think about was Nick and how he told her he loved her.
She felt him smile against her skin as he sucked the flesh on her neck until he left a mark. He needed to make sure to never let go of her again.
“Did you notice you grabbed my shirt from the rack?” He whispered against her skin, making her shift a bit to look down on herself. She shook her head, to flustered to form words.
“I like it on you.” He whispered and peppered small kisses on her cheeks. “But I think I’ll like it even better on the floor.”
Nick didn’t need to tell Y/n twice and with a swift motion she pulled the shirt over her head. Nick almost moaned at the sight of her naked body. He couldn’t believe she was sitting on him, only wearing her panties. He was rock hard. This was literal dream material to him.
“You are so so beautiful.” He whispered while caressing her breasts. Y/n took a shaky breath when his lips travelled from her neck to her collarbone and eventually to her breasts; slightly biting on her nipples. Y/n felt like this was a dream. It couldn’t be real. Not even a day ago, they couldn’t even look at each other and now she wanted nothing else but to feel him.
Her hands landed on his long hair again. God, did she love his hair.
“Gosh, Nick.” She moaned out, causing Nick to cover her mouth with one of his hands.
“We don’t want the others to hear us, do we?” He mumbled, looking her directly into her eyes. She slowly nodded. “Good. Be good for me, alright?”
She nodded again, feeling heat shoot to her core.
With a swift motion, he laid her on her bed, not letting go of her. His kisses started to travel down her stomach. When he arrived at her hip bone, he looked up at her again. “Is that okay?”
Y/n nodded.
“Use your words, Y/n. I need to be sure this is okay.”
“Gosh, Nick. Yes. Please.” She whined, wiggling with anticipation under his grip.
Nick laughed sweetly, before pulling down her underwear. Then the kisses began again. She felt like her skin was burning as Nick kissed along her hip bone before slowly moving down to her thighs. He was now fully kneeing in front of the bed, getting a perfect view of her wet folds.
He peppered soft kisses along her thighs and here and there she felt him sucking on her skin, making sure to leave marks that he could admire later. Y/n felt how she slowly grew impatient, whining and wiggling in his grip, but Nick didn’t let that happen. He was going to take his time with her.
His hands travelled to her hips, holding her steady against the mattress as his tongue licked its way to her core. He only let go of her with one hand, to let his fingers feather over her folds for a second. Right as Y/n was about to protest again, he attached his mouth to her clit.
Y/n quickly covered her mouth with her hand to muffle the piercing moan that threatened to escape her throat. It felt so good, she was sure she wasn’t going to last long but she was so concentrated on not alert her other friends downstairs that she didn’t dare to speak up.
When she felt surer, she wouldn’t just full-on scream, she whined out. “Nick… Fuck. It feels so fucking good.” Y/n didn’t even realize how bad she had needed Nick to touch her. It felt like he was made to be between her legs.
Nick moaned against her core because of her statement. The vibrations of his voice made her thighs tremble.
Right when Y/n felt like it couldn’t get any better, he slowly inserted his fingers into her. She gripped the bedsheets so hard, she feared she would rip them.
She wasn’t even able to tell him how close she was when the waves of her orgasm already started to wash over her. She bit her lip so hard while shaking uncontrollable under his touch, trying to contain her moans.
She felt how his hand drew small circles on her hips, while he slowly pulled his fingers out of her. She looked at him, still not able to control her breathing, just in time to see how he licked his fingers clean of her arousal.
She leaned up on her elbows and shortly after, Nick and her lips met in a sweet kiss. She could taste herself on him and felt like she was going to crumble again. She couldn’t really process the events evolving in front of her, but she knew she wanted to stay like this forever.
This was when she noticed Nick’s hard cock against her naked thigh. While still kissing him, one of her hands started to travel down his body but before she could even reach his hardened member, he grabbed her wrist softly.
“I wanna help you, Nick.” She nearly whined out, desperate to get even closer to him, but Nick shook his head. “No, Y/n. This, right here, is all about you.”
He placed a kiss on her forehead. “I have to make up for the bullshit I fabricated over the last couple of months.”
Y/n looked into his blue eyes that she had been admiring since the second she had laid eyes on him. She felt how her heart warmed at the sight of him. He was looking at her like he used to, but now she could grasp what the emotions were behind his eyes. He admired her with such a deep love in his eyes, she felt like she was going to collapse.
This was when she noticed something.
“Nick?” – “Yeah?” – “I didn’t say it back.” – “You didn’t have to.”
With that he kissed her again, all their emotions flowing between them. She caressed his cheek for a second, before he pulled away again. His pupils were dilated again. “Now… Let me show you just how sorry I am.”
Y/n knew she wasn’t going to sleep much that night…
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You’d Be Better Off On Your Own — MASTERLIST
A Nicholas Ruffilo x Reader Series
Current Status: ONGOING
Based on Dakota by Between You & Me
Summary: You aren’t sure how many times your boyfriend — your high school sweetheart — has cheated on you over the years. Or, just you don’t seem to care to acknowledge that information in fear of the repercussions. At least not until your best friend comforts you one more time because of your boyfriend.
Warnings: talk of cheating (being cheated on). brief mentions of physical abuse and verbal abuse. overall just being in an abusive and toxic relationship. mentions of alcohol and its consumption. some gaslighting and manipulation. 18+ only MDNI or you’ll be blocked!
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Part One — Part Two — Part Three
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It’s about time I introduced myself…
Gigi/Gianna • They/Them • 19 • ASL Interpreter in training • writer of things
MDNI - Please and thank you :>
Requests closed (… for now)
Constructive criticism is welcome, just don’t be mean
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This is an 18+ blog that will primarily write for Bad Omens here and there. Please keep in mind that I am a busy college student and stories will take a bit to update.
For a little bit of background about me, I made a TON of Harry Potter and Creepypasta fanfictions on Quotev in my early teens and abruptly stopped writing due to burn out and mental health reasons.
My hope is to get back into writing again and release a Bad Omens Zombie Apocalypse AU sometime within the coming months
(Emphasis on within the coming months, ya girl is trying to stay on dean’s list 😩)
Peace out. y’all. ✌️
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A little sneak peek for my dear, @mysticdoodlez
Ruff x reader, primal play.
With a huff, Nicholas ties his laces and meets Noah outside. The crisp autumn air shocks his lungs as he heaves a breath in time with each labored step. The crunching of leaves and twigs echo as he glares at Noah jogging in front of him then flips him off. He does have a nice view of Noah’s ass in his tight joggers though. He mentally shakes himself and sprints to catch up.
Nick is winded when he gets back home. He kicks off his shoes and heads straight to his shower. He can’t help but fantasize about you as the hot water stings against his skin. His shoulders tense as he grabs his hard cock, closing his eyes he thinks about the way you smell after your daily workout, musky and earthy. It drives him wild.
He strokes himself fast, a deep moan tumbling from his lips. His hair sticking to his forehead, wet and cold. Stroking up and down he grits his teeth, shutting his eyes tight, knuckles white against the tile wall. The coil in his core tightens with his grip. Faster. Faster. Until white stars burst behind his eyelids and his hot cum shoots across the shower as he screams your name, leaving him hunched over and panting.
More coming soon 💜
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mayhaps yall want to send me soft/smutty thoughts about the boys👀👉🏻👈🏻
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