#Nicholas ruffilo imagines

[thcfountain]

Dating Nicholas includes:

fluff & minor smut warning. mdni

Becoming a foster parent to Lydia and Jerry.

"Nicholas, your son knocked a glass off the counter and broke it."

"Why is he only my son when he's naughty? He's your son too, y/n."

you definitely have hundreds of pics and vids saved of the cats. every time they do something cute when he isn't home, you capture the moment and text it to him.

"😭 my sweet children! Please give them kisses for me until I get home."

having to kick the cats out of the bedroom before having sex because Nicholas refuses to traumatize his kids like that.

speaking of sex, Nicholas wants it as much as he can get it with you. He loves your body, practically craves it when he's away. He's constantly telling you about steamy sex dreams he's had on tour or sending you vids of himself jerking off when he can find a bit of privacy.

Your phone chimes in the middle of the night and it's an equal guess if it will be Nicholas wishing you a good night, or something dirtier. The second you see the video attachment, you know it's the latter and after getting settled into a comfortable position, you hit play.

Sounds of Nicholas trying to muffle moans immediately fills your ears and your pussy clenches in response. The sight of tattooed knuckles as he slowly jerks himself off, entrances you.

"I miss your mouth," he moans softly and although he's focused the video solely on his dick and torso, you know his eyes have rolled closed as he imagines you there, helping him get off. "Fuck baby, want me to cum for you?"

Your hand slips between the waistband of your panties, fingers sliding over your slick lips and then flicking over your clit, body responding to Nick's even when he's a world away.

when he's home, the sex is passionate, it's heated. fucking in missionary, his hands holding down your wrists. Your head pushed into the mattress as he paints stripes across your back. Your fingers tangled in dark locks as he eats you.

you end up becoming the world's worst hair dresser. He feels like there's never enough time on tour to get split ends trimmed.

"Just trim the split ends," he begs, handing you a pair of scissors he found on the bus. He looks so confident in trusting you and sits down in a folding chair in the parking lot outside, the venue so you won't end up with hair on the bus floor.

"What if I fuck up and your fans put a hit on me?" You've never trimmed or cut hair before, you're terrified you'll somehow mess up.

"I trust you, baby. Just do it."

The end result is slightly uneven, but not so bad and he praises you for the good work. You shell out for proper hair cutting tools when you get home after that.

Nicholas also loves when you braid his hair. He loves having his hair played with and a braid keeps it out of his face.

getting tattooed only by people that Nicholas approves of. He's a professional and he'll be damned if his baby walks around with shoddy work or risks infection. If he can't do the tattoo for you, he has a list of approved artists that you're allowed to work with.

speaking of tattoos, one time when he's home, the two of you decide to tattoo his bitemark on your thigh. Once it's healed, he can't help but kiss on it every time he sees it. You're his and he knows it and loves it.

Noah becomes your annoying little brother. He tags along with you any time he can, asking you a thousand insane questions. When you and Nicholas are cuddling on a couch, he'll worm his way between you two or lay across your laps, demanding not to be left out. He's a sweet boy, minus the time he drew on you in sharpie while you were sleeping.

any time he's home for Christmas, you get professional photos taken for your Christmas cards. You, Nicholas, and the cats all in matching pjs or sweaters.

eating so much food when you visit his family because Nicholas' abuelita will hand you plate after plate of delicious Cuban food and Nick warns you that she won't take no for an answer.

She hands you a bowl of boniatilla and you know you're stuffed from the platefuls of other things she's given you but you also know this is about to be the most heavenly dessert you've ever had. Nicholas chuckles and gives you a thumbs up in encouragement.

Nicholas' mama adoring you. Giving you hugs every time she sees you and demanding that you make time at least once a week to sit and catch up. Sometimes catching up includes Danielle and her showing you every embarrassing photo of Nicholas that she can find or Christian butting in to tell a joke.

You and Christian shoot the shit together pretty often. You have inside jokes that leave Nicholas confused, even if he's happy that you both get along.

There are a lot of talks between you and Nicholas, all including the future and what you both want. He wants a big family, lots of little kids running amok in a big house. You tell him that that's definitely something for a little bit further into the future.

"You're not home enough to help me raise a dozen kids," you remind him. It's one of the downfalls of his job.

"My family would help, they love you and they would love our children." He sees the look on your face, knows that's not the same and gives you a little kiss. "Sometime within the next 5 years then," he promises.

Nicholas attracts cats. The cat distribution system is broken when it comes to him because everywhere you go, he ends up swarmed by strays. It's a fight not to agree to let him bring them all home.

Constantly buying banana bunches for when he's home because he goes through them so fast.

"How many bananas have you had today?"

He shrugs. "Five? Six?"

"You're going to overdose on potassium, Papi," you laugh.

He grins. "You're just jealous that you don't have my banana in your mouth."

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[haisuri]

Jolly: [fully immersed in a new book, listening to classical music, very focused]

Noah: [upside down on the couch] Bro, do you think ducks have feelings?

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[fandombandomfics]

Just a thought.

Imagine Noah Sebastian the 6'3 man himself trying to be his biker girlfriend's backpack?? Like how would he fit? Would he tip the bike over? Also how would he react to being the one sitting on the back? Like I wanna know people's thoughts on this.

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[undead-ahead-wh0re]

Alright, I'm not a fanfic writer but I've got Nicholas ruffilo brainrot and i had some thoughts

Nicholas when he's high. He'll call out to you and tell you to sit on his lap, and by the time you realize he's high off his balls he's got his fingers gripping your hips and he's kissing your neck, quietly mumbleing random phrases like "mine" or "good girl", and you'll tease him and he's too gone to say anything back so he'll just let out soft sounds of annoyance. By the end of the night you'll end up on top of him, cock stuffed inside you as he gently guides you up and down, letting out soft, airy whimpers.

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[beaker1636]

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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Big things coming with that Bad Omens Zombie Apocalypse AU 👀👀👀

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So far, I have somewhat of storyline planned out but im still working out the kinks of the story. This is especially difficult because the story is going to take place in California (ofc) and I, as a New Englander, have never set foot in California 😭 so we gonna do some extra research here!!

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[neverknoah]

Pillow Talk

18+ nicholas ruffilo x afab!reader smut

It's the morning after Nicholas returned back from touring in Europe and the two of you catch up ;)

warnings: dom! nick and sub!reader, cussing, heavy petting, digital penetration, penetration, she/her pronouns used, no use of "Y/N" only pet names like "good girl" "baby", cock warming.

AN: please please please let me know if I missed anything in the warnings! I am always open to criticism on my warnings! I never want to leave anything out that could potentially trigger someone. Lots of love and enjoy <3

The distant chirping of morning birds gradually rouses you from slumber. As you awaken, your gaze is drawn to the suncatcher hanging by the window. Its crystals reflect the morning sunlight, casting a cascade of rainbows across the bedroom. Yet, your attention is swiftly captured by the warmth of arms wrapped around your middle and the gentle breath against your neck. Snuggling closer, you find solace in the heat behind you.

Nicholas had been touring in Europe for two months, and it was a long enough stretch for you to yearn for him to be back in your presence. But, finally, after a long two months, your lover is back in your bed, and you're finally back in his embrace. 

You feel him begin to stir, and he tightens his hold on you, nuzzling his face closer into the crook of your neck, ticking you with his nose and scruff, eliciting a giggle from your lips.

“Good morning.” you whisper softly, reaching a hand back to card through his unruly bedhead.

“Am I still dreaming?” Nicholas asks, squeezing you tighter. 

“Nope,” you say, popping the “p.” “I’m very real.” you reassure him, twirling a piece of his hair. 

“God, I missed this. I missed waking up with you in my arms, sleeping in my own bed, and not having to sleep in a moving coffin on a tour bus with multiple other guys,” he groans out the last part, kissing your shoulder in appreciation. “Missed sleeping with my baby,”

“I’m so happy you’re home too. Missed you more than you can even imagine.” 

You turn in his embrace and meet his sleepy grey eyes full of love and devotion. His lips turn up in a half-smirk as he brushes a couple of rouge baby hairs from your face while you admire him. 

“Hi, pretty baby.” he smiles, cupping your jaw and caressing the apple of your cheek. 

“Hi, Nicky.” you smile. 

“There’s no way I am leaving you when we pick back up in April,” “I need you in my bed every night and every morning.” he states, dropping his hand from your cheek to your neck to trace his thumb against your jawline. You sigh at his words,

 “It kills me more than you know not to be able to go with you. I promise it does. But, you know I can’t just quit my job and go awol from school to follow you around the world,” you frowned, placing your hand atop the one he has on your neck. “But l don’t want to think about the future right now, ok? I just want to enjoy the time we have right now and lay in this bed with you and admire you a little longer.” The last part of your statement gets a bashful grimace out of Nick. You pick up the hand he hand on your neck and turn it over to give him palm a kiss, punctuating your statement. 

Comfortable silence overtakes the room while the two of you bask in the warmth of the sunlight and the warmth of each other’s body. Gentle touches and kisses full of devotion are exchanged in utter blissful silence. Just enjoying each other's presence and affection. However, the soft touches just aren’t enough to satiate the need quickly burning between your legs, so you shuffle closer to his body and slot your legs between his, hoping he gets the memo. When you glance from his eyes to his lips and back to his eyes again, he understands your look, but he wants you to vocalize your needs. 

“Kiss me, please?” you whine, cupping his jaw. 

Nick's hand comes up to grab your neck possessively as his lips collide with yours in a needy, passionate kiss. He tastes like mint chapstick, nicotine, and morning breath. You’d missed the way he tasted. His grip on your neck is comforting and tight enough to make you dizzy with a need for more. The kiss quickly delves into messy territory, going from passionate and sweet to a messy dance of gnashing teeth and tongues fighting for dominance. Your hands migrate from his jaw to the nape of his neck, fingers threading through his bedhead and tugging, drawing a deep moan from him. Nick’s warm, inked hand moves from your neck to snake around your back, where his other hand rests on your hip to pull them against his groin. You moan against his lips, feeling his hard cock through his pajama pants against your warm heat. He smirks against your lips, enjoying the rise he can get from you with just a little bit of making out and heavy petting. You roll your hips against his groin, pulling another deep moan from his lips that makes him draw back from the kiss. 

“God, fuck, I missed you.” he groans, rolling your body atop his so that your hips straddle his and your chest presses against his. 

“I was so fucking tired last night that I didn’t take care of you like the good girl you are, did I?” he asks, looking into your lust-filled eyes. You nod in agreement, staring into his blown-out eyes, pupils overtaking his stormy grey irises. Staring at him only fuels the fire growing in your tummy, and out of embarrassment, you fist his dark grey sleep shirt and hide your face against his neck.

“Nuh uh, none of that. Sit up,” he states, pulling the nape of your neck away from his neck so he can look at your face. You whine in protest at his action but submit. 

Your hips haven’t ceased rolling, and Nick takes notice as you create a wet mark against his pajama pants. 

“Poor baby is just so needy. Don’t worry. I’m gonna make it all better. Let’s get you undressed, ok?” he asks, playing with the hem of your sleep shirt. 

You nod too enthusiastically, and Nick snickers at your display. He slides your sleep shirt over your head, and he exposes your boobs to the crisp air of the room. He takes both of them in his hands and kneads the warm flesh in his hands before he tweaks your nipples. You whine at the stimulation, receiving a deep chuckle from Nick when you press your chest into his hands, chasing more sensation. 

Without the cover of your sleep shirt, the wet mark on your modest cotton panties is revealed to Nick’s lustful gaze. 

“Been neglecting her, huh? Haven’t given her any attention in a couple of months now. And oh, baby, she’s just begging for it. Drooling all over your poor panties.” Nick coos, rubbing his thumb over your soaked, covered entrance, rubbing tight circles into your bundle of nerves.

“Mmmhmm.” you mewl at his lewd words and grip his shoulders for stability at the sudden direct stimulation to your clit. Nick’s words get you more flustered, which sends you deeper into your submissive headspace.

Sliding your panties to the slide, he drags two fingers through your slick, then through your entrance, penetrating and curling into your heat. You gasp at the intrusion but melt into his hand, and you grind your hips with the motion of his fingers as he stokes the growing fire raging deep within your belly. Even though he’s given you a taste, you’re greedy for more.

“Nicky, please.” you whine, grabbing his wrist and giving him a pleading stare. 

“Ok, ok baby, was just making sure you were nice and wet for me. It’s been a couple of months,” he shushes you, pulling his fingers from between your legs and moving his previously occupied hand to join the other he has gripped on your waist. 

Honoring your request, he rolls your body over so that your head lands into the pillows he was previously on, caging you between his tan tattooed arms. You smile mischievously up at him, and he smirks back, craning his neck toward your ear, to whisper,

“What’s going on in that head of yours, huh?” and punctuates his question with a nip at your ear lobe. 

“You,” you gasp out. “Need you, Nicky.” you state, scratching down his shirt-clad back. 

“You have me, baby,” “Be a little more specific.” 

“Fuck, Nick!” you whine in frustration, throwing your head back into the pillows. 

“Need you to take your fucking clothes off and fuck me like the patient girl I’ve been.” you huff in frustration, clawing deeper into the skin of Nick’s back. 

“See, knew you could be a good girl and use your words. But lose the attitude, Princess.” he growls, nipping at your exposed neck.

Nick sits back on his knees as he tugs off his sleep shirt, exposing his colorful tattooed skin and the little patch of chest hair that adorns the middle of his chest. One of your favorite parts about seeing Nicky undress is his chest hair. The little patch of chest hair he keeps that trailed down his soft tummy, and his navel that disappeared under his pants makes your mouth water whenever he takes off his shirt. He wouldn’t admit it to you, but he knew how much you loved it and that he kept it just because seeing your eyes get big and glassy made him feel a little cocky and confident. Nick has always leaned more on the self-conscious side, but ever since he met you, in moments like this, where it’s just the two of you in your little love-filled bubble, he rarely feels those thoughts arise. Next to go are his pajama pants and boxers, which frees his thick hard dick. Nick definitely wasn’t long, but he sure as hell was the thickest you’ve ever taken, and every time he revealed himself to you, you couldn’t help but stare in pure awe at how beautiful he is. Nick smirks at your ogling, and you clench your knees together as he crawls back over your body, slotting his knee in between your thighs.

“Open.” he demands, pulling your hips forward, prying your legs open to his gaze. 

“There she is.” Nicholas smiles at your exposed heat. Whining at the lewd attention, you bury your face in the pillow next to you.

“What’s got you all shy, baby? I thought this was what you wanted? Come on, lemme see that pretty face.” He grabs your jaw, turning your face to his as he cranes his neck down to kiss your cheek gently. 

“There she is. My beautiful girl.” Nick smiles, foreheads touching as his lips meet yours in a tender kiss. 

“I don't want to keep you waiting. Are you ready?” Nick asks sweetly, rutting against your thigh impatiently. 

“Mmhmm.” you respond, nodding your head, hand coming up to cup his cheeks as he pulls your legs up to hook around his hips.

He gives you one last kiss, before lining up with your entrance and sliding home. Seating fully inside you, you moan at the fullness and the warmth that you’d been deprived of for months. He feels like warm velvet as your heat clenches around him. He gives you both a moment to get your bearings after being away from each other for so long that you both need a second to catch your breath.  

“God, you feel like heaven. So fucking perfect.” Nick groans, placing a kiss on your neck. You whimper at his praise as he sucks the skin of your neck, definitely leaving a hickey for you to admire later. After a while, you squeeze around him, and he jerks within you.

“Please move.” you moan out.

Hearing you loud and clear, he pulls out and trusts back into you, setting a deep, sensual pace that punches little “unghs” from your lips. 

“How are you feeling, baby?” Nick checks in with you, keeping pace. 

“So fucking full,” you whine against his lips, back arching against the mattress and breasts pushing into Nick’s sweat-slicked chest.

“Fingers, I need your fingers.” you moan out. 

“I gotcha.” 

Nick leans back just enough to unhook your legs from his hips and press them against your chest, deepening the angle he’s hitting inside you and giving him access to rub tight circles into your clit with his thumb. You gasp at the sudden change in depth he’s hitting within you and the new stimulation to your clit.

“God, you take me so fucking well. Sucking me in so deep.” Nicholas grunts as he quickens his thrusts to the pace of his fingers, causing him to slap the back of your thighs with each thrust.

“Oh fuck, Nicky. I’m close.” You grit out, hands grasping his shoulders to ground yourself. 

“I know I can feel you clenching me. Come on, baby. Give it up. Come for me.”

The band in your tummy snaps at his words, and you’re thrown head-first into your orgasm.

“There we go. Cumming so hard for me. Making such a pretty mess.” Nick states, talking you through your orgasm as he chases his own. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum. Where?” Nick groans, hips faltering as he approaches his peak. 

“In me. Fuck cum in me, please.” you mewl in your post-orgasm haze, grasping onto him for dear life. 

“Fuck, take it like a good girl then,” Nick growls, thrusting a few more times before spilling his load deep into you. He falls face-first into your neck, body encapsulating you in his sweaty warmth. You hold him in your shaky arms as he releases his last spurts of cum into your spent cunt. What you couldn’t keep in slips out from between your lips and slides down your inner thighs, making you shiver, but so happy. Sighing out in pleasure, you thread your fingers through his sweaty hair, letting him know he can rest for as long as he needs to against your chest. 

After a few minutes of resting your eyes and playing with Nick’s hair, he uncovers his face from your neck to look up at your fucked out state. 

“Thank you. You were wonderful, baby.” he says in thanks, peppering your collarbone with kisses. His words of affirmation and kisses stir you from your rest, and your eyes flutter open to look at him.

“Thank you. I feel incredible, Nicky.” you smile, twirling a piece of his hair between your fingers. As he pushes up on his arms to pull out of you, you stop him from doing so by grabbing his neck. He halts his movement in confusion as you begin to speak,

“Wait, can we- can you-” you stutter, trying to find the right words. 

“What is it, baby? What do you need?” Nick asks, brushing some hair from your face. 

“Can you just stay inside for a little bit longer? I just…I wanna feel close to you for a little longer. I Missed you.” you say, tears welling in your eyes. 

“Of course, but there's no need to cry, little love. I’ll stay with you as long as you need, and we can snuggle. How does that sound?” he asks, soothing you by caressing the expanse of your thighs with his calloused hands. You nod your head enthusiastically and pull his neck to lie back down on your chest, spending a couple more minutes in your little love nest where it’s just the two of you and the love you share, away from the real world. 

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[ladyveronikawrites]

WINTER STORM

30 Days of Bad Omens

PAIRING: Nicholas Ruffilo x Taylor (OFC)

KINK - Breeding Kink

SMUT PROMPT - "Relax angel" ; "Ruin me"

CW: breeding, established relationship, mentions of pregnancy, family planning, unprotected P in V sex, use of pet names, FLUFF, ITS CUTE OK

SUMMARY: Taylor spends the holidays with Nicholas and his familly in the cabin in the mountains. The pair get snowed in before his family arrives. Oh what will they do with all their time?!

Word Count: 2k

Crossposted - Wattpad / AO3

unbeta'd ✨

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Taylor looks out the large window and onto the balcony below. She shivers just thinking about how cold it must be outside in the Colorado mountains, snow-covered and shimmering against the morning sun. She sips her hot mocha savoring its chocolatey scent that warms her body. 

“There’s my princess.” Nicholas’ voice is thick with sleep. The old wooden floors creak against his bare feet. He slows his breath so as not to startle her as she peers out into the cold beyond. 

“It’s beautiful outside, just like you,” he mumbles against her hair as he wraps his arms around her waist. 

Taylor hums in agreement imagining the dark winter storm that blazed through the mountainside last night; it’s amazing how howling winds and heavy snowfall could produce something so breathtakingly beautiful.

“Looks like we are going to be snowed in for a while,” he whispers against the shell of her ear before trailing kisses down her jaw and neck. “What could we possibly do with our time?” he sighs against her, snaking his hands up her shirt. “ 

Taylor's breath hitches when his hands graze over her breasts pulling her against his chest. Nicholas’ calloused fingertips begin to draw lazy circles over and around her perk nipples making her moan and grind her ass against him. Her beautiful sounds go straight to his dick.

Nicholas slips one hand from under her shirt to grab the mug from her hands. At the same time, he sets down the mug and twirls his girl around to face him. The small excited yelp from her pretty mouth sets his core ablaze. Grinning, he stares down at her breathtaking bright green eyes, etching each freckle decorating her skin to memory, silently hoping their kids will look just as gorgeous as she does one day. He takes her hands in his and squeezes them gently. 

“This time of year has me feeling so sentimental… so thankful for you,” he starts, his throat tightening slightly with emotion. “We’ve been together for a few years now and I know my life has been crazy with touring and recording an album. But I want to settle down with you. You are my home Taylor and I want to have a family with you, whenever that may be.” Shy from his heartfelt confession, he tucks a loose strand behind his ear, waiting with bated breath for her response. 

“Can we start no-” Her request is answered with a heated kiss. Sighing softly, Taylor tilts her head slightly to deepen the kiss, licking at his lower lip. 

Nicholas chuckles. “Relax, angel we have all day.” He caresses her flush cheek as he gazes deeply into the eyes of the woman he loves.  

She grins back at him before hoisting herself up on her tiptoes and wrapping her arms around his neck. Large hands slide down her side and grip at her waist. Taunting, she brushes her lips against his lips only to peck a kiss on the cheek. Giggling, she whispers in his ear, “I can tease too,” as she rakes her fingers through his scalp. Nicholas buries his head into the crook of her neck groaning as he decorates the delicate skin with little love bites. Taylor doesn’t let up as she tugs again. 

Nicholas nuzzles her neck “Baby,” he warns before pressing a heated kiss to her jaw. She quickly relents with a defeated huff, returning her hands to his shoulders. “That’s it!” he chuckles lifting Taylor over his shoulder. She starts to protest but finds herself being dropped onto the green velvet sofa with Nicholas straddling her.

“Nicky I-” her voice erupts into giggles as he tickles her sides- the spot he knows will be her undoing. He laughs right with her, watching as she screws her eyes shut tight and throws her head back as the laughter consumes her. “Pl-ease,” Taylor gasps for air between breaths and hiccups. Instantly, Nicholas stops and leans back to give her space. “Sorry babe, you are just so cute when you laugh,” he snickers.

“It’s ok,” she rasps, her breath steadying as she sits upright. She scrubs her face with her hands before tying her hair up into a messy bun. She flashes Nicholas a mischievous grin before pouncing on him to tickle him back. She yelps when he rolls them over and onto the floor, grateful for the layers of blankets and pillows from the movie night before. He pushes himself up onto his hands to alleviate some of his weight from her chest. 

His long hair tumbles over his shoulders as he stares down at her with a wicked grin, pupils blown wide like saucers. “Look what you started now.” He presses his hips against hers, his hard cock aching against his jeans. “Feel it, baby, that’s all because of you.” 

Taylor’s breath catches when he grinds against her, his large size apparent in his skin-tight jeans. His sea-glass eyes turn stormy as he stares down, and before she can say something witty- full lips crash into hers, wet and desperate, just like the mess between her thighs. A soft moan escapes from her throat when he pries her lips apart with his tongue. She can’t get enough of him; his taste of mint and tobacco. Tilting her head slightly she deepens the kiss as she snakes her hands through his tousled hair. When she reaches her destination, she tugs his roots while biting his lower lip- “Fuck, I need you,” her boyfriend moans, his breath hot against her cheek. “I need to put a baby in you,” he growls lowly into her ear, making her skin tingle and pussy throb.

Taylor hesitates for just a second, before coming to terms with the wild and nerve-wrecking thoughts in her head. Has she thought about them having a family together, yes- they have talked about it countless times. Gone through the ‘what ifs’ and even crunched the numbers to see if they could afford this new chapter in their lives. She took a deep breath to silence the worry and when she looked at the love of her life again in the eyes, she knew without a shadow of a doubt that she wanted to spend her life with him. 

Empowered by confidence, Taylor shifted her hips to hook her leg over his. “Do it,” she says before positioning her weight to roll them over, getting on top. 

She adjusts to sit lower on his torso, feet planted firmly on either side while her hands remain flat on his chest. Quick as a cat, she silences his question with a finger to his lips. His raised eyebrow gave him away instantly. 

“Before you ask, yes I’m serious. I wouldn’t have said so if I hadn’t. Plus we’ve been talking about this for months now.” The hand on his lips moves to caress his cheeks. “We are happy and healthy what’s a better time than now?” A warm hand envelopes hers and he leans into the soft touch. A heat simmers in her belly as she leans down to plant a kiss on her lover’s lips. When he kisses her back, it's deep and passionate yet guarded– gentle. 

She lets her body takeover- tossing away her sweater along with any lingering insecurity and doubt. Nicholas works quickly to unfasten her bra, casting it alongside the clothes on the floor. Before Taylor can lean down to continue ravishing her boyfriend, two tattooed hands press against her chest- stopping her. 

“Get up.”

The quiet demand turns her core molten and Taylor is quick to obey. Before he asks, she sheds the other layers of clothing just as he does the same. Suddenly, a chill spider crawls up her spine so she turns to face the lit fireplace, finding solace in its heat. She glances over at the family Christmas tree adorned with lights and ornaments. Dreams of their first child’s Christmas morning flash through her head and her heart flutters. 

“Come here, princess,” his soft voice calls to her. When she turns, she finds Nicholas sitting surrounded by pillows, propped against the bottom of the sofa. “Here,” he instructs, patting his thigh. 

Her eyes scan his large erect cock and her throat tightens slightly. They have fucked and made love and everything else under the sun, but this moment feels different. This moment is different- it means so much more. There’s a weight to it, not a pressure but rather a comfort. She trusts Nicholas wholeheartedly and she knows he trusts her too.

Slowly, she makes her way to him- teasing as she juts her hips with every purposeful step. When she goes to straddle him, he stops her with a pat on the thigh. 

“Turn around, darling.” Taylor’s thoughts begin to swirl as she turns away from him and then-

“That’s right,” is all Nicholas gives her as she stares at herself in a full-length mirror draped with twinkling lights.

Slowly, she positions herself over him-watching Nicholas’ expression in the mirror with bated breath. He notices her hesitation as she hovers above him so he puts pillows around her legs for support and grips her hips to steady her. “That’s it, pretty girl, you are doing so good.” His praise makes her pussy wall flutter with anticipation as she sinks lower, keeping her gaze locked on him. He throws back his head and groans as her slick walls lure him in. 

“Fuck, you feel so good.” At this point, his words come out breathless and whiny. She feels so full… of him, yet she still needs more. “So good,” he repeats between tender kisses to her shoulder blades. A soft giggle tumbles from her lips as he brushes his nose over her spine. When she opens her eyes, she finally sees the way he makes her feel; cheeks flush and bitten lips. Taylor catches Nicholas staring and she follows his path- straight to where they connect. 

“We fit perfectly together,” he purrs peering up at her in the mirror. “Ready for more?” All she can muster is a nod before planting her feet firmly on the ground. It’s slow at first, the way they move in tandem; her rocking her hips and him thrusting into her. Nicholas digs his nails into her hips, the sharp and quick pain urges her faster. 

“God, Nick I’m close -please,” she whimpers. He knows exactly what she needs as he snakes his hand to her front, separating her lower lips with his fingers before reaching the sensitive bud. With one quick swipe of his finger, her eyes shut tight and her head falls back onto his chest. 

And suddenly, it all stops. Taylor lets out a whine as the sensations start to dissipate. “Eyes on me, doll.” Her eyelids flutter open in response and quickly finds his primal gaze. “Good.” The only reassurance she gets before he continues his relentless pursuit of pleasure. The sound of skin slapping and ragged breathing fills her ears as the coil tightens in her core. Her legs start to tense as the pressure builds between her thighs. 

“That’s it, mama, ruin me-” 

“Oh shit,” she whines, baring down on him as she drenches him with her release. “Fill me, Nicholas,” she pleads as he releases rope after rope of his seed inside her. 

Sighing, she lets her tired body fall against his warm chest, legs falling limp to the side. As her eyelids flutter closed, she basks in Nicholas’ body heat that comforts her as her heartbeat steadies. “You look gorgeous in the afterglow, little mama,” he whispers the new nickname in her ear. It makes her tummy flip with delight. 

Nicholas wraps his arms around her tummy watching as it expands with every breath she takes. Taylor looks down at where his hands meet by her belly button and she smiles imagining a little baby bump. 

“Soon my hands won't be able to fit like this,” he says before kissing her cheek. 

“It can’t wait,” Taylor beams, resting her hands on his.

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[measuredingold]

now our tongues are tied

authors note: this is something i've been sitting on for a week or so, hence why it's so short, but i've done nothing but listen to this playlist (thank you @throwingmetothelions for my life) and the first song has become my favorite. for some reason i could not get this imagine out of my head every time i listened to gooey 🫠 anyways, as always i hope you enjoy and feedback is always appreciated! my requests are closed for the time being so i can get caught up on the ones i decide to do and so i can work on chap 4 of to be in love and to be loved :)

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x reader

cross-posted on ao3

word count: 945

cw/tags: slight realization of ~feelings~, fingering, cunnilingus, basically porn w/o plot but like there could be plot if you squinted, 18+ minors do not interact

Nicholas thinks for a split second that this might be his favorite place in the entire world.

Lips brushing against lips, soft puffs of air between the two of you, his hand sliding to the back of your head to gently tangle into your hair... The noise you let out has his cocking aching, jeans tightening as he finally presses his lips to yours, and groans from deep inside his chest. You drive him fucking crazy.

It was supposed to be a casual thing, you and him. A friend of a friend, met a few years ago when he was home from tour. It started out as just friends, seriously, but he never missed the way your eyes would linger on him for a beat too long, the way you'd hug him just a little longer than a friend of a friend should. He tried not to think too hard about it, because sometimes he got in his head and looked far into things when he shouldn't. That all came to an end, though, about a year later when he had you pressed between him and the wall, lips attached to your neck with a hand down your pants.

Then it just... kept happening.

Whenever he was home from tour, he'd come see you. Sometimes you'd drive to the closest city he was in to see him. All casual. Just hooking up - helping each other out. At least, that's what he likes to tell himself.

He’s always been a shitty liar, though.

The whine you let out against his lips has him shaking, his grip on your hair tightening as his lips slide over yours before trailing down, kissing wherever he could against your skin. He shifts the two of you, leaning you back against the couch and easily placing himself in between your thighs.

He lightly grazes his teeth against the spot against your neck that he knows gets you going, and he can tell because you're arching into him again, a moan now slipping from your lips. Nicholas thinks he'd never get enough of you and the way you react to his touch, the way your back arches and press your body closer to his. You were addicting.

He doesn't stop trailing his lips down your body, hands coming down to push your shirt up to kiss along the plains of your skin, relishing in the way you gasped as his fingers worked steadily on your zipper, hooking into the loops of your jeans to pull them down. You lift your hips up automatically, already knowing the drill, and something inside Nicholas swirls with pride. He doesn’t even have to ask you and you already know. 

Your underwear follows, clothes discarded somewhere on the floor and Nicholas readjusts himself in between your legs until he’s face to face with your exposed center. His eyes widen slightly at the sight of how wet you are, all for him, and he wastes no time in leaning forward, pressing a kiss to your slick covered folds. 

You keen, back arching off the couch already and he lifts his gaze to you. You’re already looking at him, brows pinched together, and bottom lip clenched between your teeth he’s sure you’re about to break skin. He doesn’t break eye contact, going by memory as he used two fingers to spread your folds and flick his tongue over your swollen clit. He watched the way your face contorts, the pinch between your brows vanishing and your mouth dropping open.

Fingers tangled in his hair, you press his face closer to you as he swirls his tongue around, and he slides a finger inside of your aching cunt. You clench around his digit and his eyes flutter shut, groaning around your clit as he slowly began to pump his finger inside of you. 

“Nick.” You breathe out before it was followed by a moan. “Fuck. Don’t stop, baby.”

He loves when you say his name, all fucked out and pretty. It’s one of his favorite sounds, he thinks. He’ll never get over it.

You push your hips down to meet the curl of his finger and he takes this as an invitation to slide in a second one, slowly, tongue swirling around your clit as he eases into you. You tug at his hair, pulling hard, and Nicholas can’t help but moan against you. He curls his fingers, angling them in the way he knows you like, and you shout above him, back arching off the couch.

“Come on,” He pulls away briefly, turning his head to press open mouthed kisses against your thigh. “Give it to me, sweetheart.”

With a few more pumps of his fingers and his lips wrapping back around your aching clit, it doesn’t take long until you’re crying out his name, fingers gripping his hair so tightly that it’s damn near painful. He doesn’t let up, lapping at your center and taking everything he can get from you. You have to physically push him off of you, your legs shaking around him as you become too sensitive to the touch.

He meets you halfway, lips crashing against each other, all teeth and tongue. He hears you moan against him, probably tasting yourself on his mouth, and you’re hastily sliding your hands down his body. He helps your push his jeans and boxers down in one go, just to his thighs, because he can barely fucking wait to get inside of you.

And when he finally is, forehead pressed against yours as you whine against his lips, he decides he’s finally done lying to himself and that this is his favorite place in the entire world.

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[haisuri]

Noah: I love you, bros. You're the best thing that ever happened to me.

Folio: We're the best thing that's ever happened to you?

Noah: Yes.

Nick: Now I'm starting to feel a little sorry for you, man.

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[deathblacksmoke]

call me when you get the chance

pairing: noah sebastian x nick ruffilo x fem reader

cw: polyamorous relationship, long distance yearning, it’s pretty fluffy my friends

taglist: @concretenoah / @ladyveronikawrites / @lma1986 / @monotoniscreaming / @xxrainstorm / @agravemisstake

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author’s note: thank you lady v once again for the beta; i added some pitt back in just for you. and thank you @darksigns-exe for the poly boyfriends brainworms. no smut in here - wild change of pace. and i’ll probably be writing more little bits of these sweet babes at some point 🤍 i got euclid on the brain so title from that, obvi. enjoy!

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Nick sends a postcard from every city.

Missing you from Atlanta! Love, Nicholas.

It makes you feel warm and loved, every time you open your mailbox to another card from another city, with your partner’s pretty writing on the back.

You imagine him standing in the store for ages, sifting through the cards, trying to pick the perfect one for your gallery wall. You imagine Noah picking one out as a joke, and Nick scoffing, putting it back irritated.

No, man, she’s particular about her wall. Remember?

It makes your chest swell. You long to be there, to play mediator like you do when they’re both home with you. They need it sometimes, and you’re sure Jolly could use the break every now and again.

Noah sends memes. They’re ones you would never see otherwise because you won’t step foot on Twitter, but they make you smile and remind you of him, his stupid sense of humor, and the way his face lights up when he laughs. You close your eyes and imagine it, his eyes scrunching closed with his laugh, and your chest tightens.

They always send a selfie when they get off stage, and another before bed, sometimes a FaceTime if you’re still up. They don’t show you their intertwined hands. They know it makes you jealous and weepy, but you’re so grateful that they have each other. You imagine them kissing when the call ends and you cry anyway.

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When you couldn’t make it to the show you had all planned for, you thought that was it. Work gets in the way again, sends you out of town, but you’ll see them when they come home to you and all will be okay.

The show looks incredible. You brave social media just this once to see clips of your boys, weep in bed in your hotel room. You stay up late to see them before you sleep—they tell you they wish you were there, they miss you, they love you. You catch a glimpse of a love bite on Nick’s chest and wish it could have come from you. You fantasize about quitting your job. You get closer every day.

The postcard comes two days later, a pop-art rendition of the Pittsburgh skyline, Nick’s little note scrawled across the back. It feels silly to have but you knew he wouldn’t dare to break the tradition he’s created.

Wish you were here! Love always, your Nicholas.

You don’t know how much longer you can go without them, holding back tears as you put the card in its frame, giving it its place on the wall.

You feel helpless and hopeless until you get an email, the airline notifications you had set up on cost changes doing you a solid, for once. Flight to LAX, suspiciously affordable, landing at 2 PM on the 8th of October.

It’s not a question. You don’t think twice. You have the PTO, and your boss can’t possibly deny you again. And if they do, fuck it, you’ll really dig your heels in about them needing another girl working on the tour. You’ll get Lana on your side this time around. They can’t say no to you both.

You book the ticket, arrange a guest list spot with Matt and buzz with excitement in preparation for your surprise.

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You never tire of watching them perform.

The way Noah owns the stage, running from stage left to stage right, commanding the crowd to chant and jump with him. Nicholas, his long hair swaying with each rock of his neck to the beat of the song. His slender fingers grip the neck of his bass as he bounces his leg, growling backing vocals going straight through you. You wish you could be at every show. You swell with pride and know you couldn’t have picked two better boys to share your life.

You head to the green room when they come back out to say their thank yous and goodbyes. You hate to miss the photo slides but you helped pick most of the photos, anyway. Lots from your private collection and you think maybe you owe some of these people a “you’re welcome.”

Sitting on the old, worn leather couch, you start to panic. You’ve never surprised them before. Noah hates surprises, but you hope at least you’re a good one.

Folio comes through the door first, followed by Jolly, and the door swings back closed. Shocked at first when they see you, Folio’s face breaks out into a huge grin before turning on his heels.

“Yo, Noah, you’re gonna wanna see this—” he yells as he swings the door back open, to reveal Nick, sweaty and looking exhausted, but when his eyes land on you—

“Holy shit,” he whispers.

You can barely make it out above the roar of noise in the hallway. You don’t know where Noah is, but Nick looks as gorgeous as you’ve ever seen him. You need to take a deep breath but find your throat stopping you as your vision starts to blur. The look on his face as he crosses the room to you melts your anxiety in an instant. You haven’t seen him in so long. And he’s here. He’s right here with you.

When he reaches you, he sinks to his knees at your feet. His fingers digging into your thigh, eyes glazed over as he looks up at you, you lean down to meet him halfway.

The feeling of his lips on yours makes you feel dizzy. The feel of the wetness on his cheeks when you cup his face makes you want to sob, but you don’t, you lick into his mouth and bask in the sound of his gasp.

“Where the fuck were you,” he speaks into your mouth when he pulls away from you.

His fingers are gripping your thigh painfully. You know you’ll bruise, you wince, but it’s Nick and you don’t care. You’ll press your fingers there when you get home and you’ll think of him and—

“Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I was flirting with the pretty bartender. I think you’d like her, Nicky, do you think Noah will go for a fourth?”

He’s leaning in for another kiss when you hear the green room door slam back open, thundering steps getting closer and closer until Nick is jostled forward, Noah’s head resting on his shoulder, eyes focused on you.

“You were a very naughty girl, keeping this secret from us,” Noah says, his head angling to press kisses and nip at Nick’s neck. Nick grins and you watch as the hand that was digging into your thigh takes Noah’s hand and laces their fingers.

When you’re far away, it makes you jealous. When you’re right here, when you have them both in front of you, that’s the furthest thing from your mind.

When you kiss Noah and he smiles into it, when the hand not laced with Nick’s threads through your hair, when Nick nips at your neck while Noah kisses you, you’ve never felt more at home.

Because they are your home.

“Nicky let me pick your postcard this time,” Noah tells you when he pulls away.

“You’ll hate it,” Nick says, but he’s grinning as he stands up to rummage through his backpack.

When he returns to you and holds it out, it’s a silly little card, but both their names are signed this time.

Loving you from LA. Love, your Nicholas and Noah.

Noah’s grinning as wide as you’ve ever seen. It’s your favorite of the bunch.

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[caitcoreeeee]

Do you wanna see how far it goes?

A/N: Here’s the finished product! I hope you like it, please forgive any spelling mistakes, I wrote this in my notes app so it’s not perfect but please show us some love!!

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CW: SMUT!!! MDNI. Sub!Noah, Dom!F reader, Friends to FWB. Oral sex F receiving/M receiving, P in V intercourse, Praise, Slight degradation, overstimulation, Edging, orgasm denial… Lmk if anymore need to be added!!!

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You’ve just arrived back home from a night out with friends when you walk into your apartment to see Noah, your roommate, laying on the couch. You walk past him to your room, on the way slightly grazing his tattoo clad shoulder with your fingertips to show him a little affection. Little did you know this small innocent gesture sent fire through Noah’s body. You walk into your room. An immediate sigh of relief as you kick your heels off and feel the soft carpet against your feet. You start to move to undress out of your tight short black bodycon dress when your phone rings. It’s your brother, Nicholas Ruffilo. You answer the phone, having a short and sweet conversation as you put on some loose fitting shorts and a camisol. Nicholas was just reminding you of your tattoo appointment tomorrow, perks of having a tattoo artist of a brother, you got free tattoos. You end the call and decide to go out into the kitchen for some water and a quick snack.

You walk in to see Noah still on the couch. Your eyes meet and you see a glint of something in his eyes. Something unfamiliar to you.

“You want a snack?” You ask in a tired but sweet tone.

“ mm no I’m okay” he says, his voice wavering at the end.

“ ok well I’ll bring a little extra in case you do” you answer back

You fix yourself a bowl of fruit and a glass of water and settle down on the couch next to Noah. He shifts a little uncomfortably but you brush it off. You shimmy into his side to get comfortable on the seemingly small couch. He sinks down a little lower, leaving his head to muzzle into your side. You mindlessly rake your hands through his hair, something you’ve done many times before, something meant to be comforting. You continue this for a few more moments until you hear a soft whimper come from the large man below you. You stop your movements. “ did I hurt you?” You ask a little worried your long nails irritated his scalp. “ n-no, it feels good” he answers in a small voice, sounding a little embarrassed. You continued your movements a while longer until he started slightly squirming. Shifting to move a pillow over his lap, you assumed for comfort. He looked up at you through his lashes, a burning low in your belly spreads through your veins. Igniting a desire you didn’t know you had.

You started to trail your hands down his neck, moving to his collarbone with feather light caresses. Noah fluttered his eyes and let a small moan leave his mouth before he bit his lip in an attempt to silence himself. You move your hands up his neck and lightly grasp his chin to move it towards you, his eyes open, pupils blown wide. You bite your lip as you swipe your thumb across his bottom lip. “ Y/N” he breathed out. Slowly you moved your head down, your lips encasing his in a slow but passionate kiss. The kiss deepened as you swiped your tongue over his bottom lip. He opened to let your tongues entwine. You move to lay him down flat, the pillow once on his lap falls to the ground your legs straddling him as you kiss. Your hands pull at his hair and he loudly whimpers. You continue this and more noises fall from his mouth. Slowly you move your hips against his, feeling his hard cock against your thigh. “ please, please touch me more” he whined against your lips. “ I will baby, but you have to be patient, be a good boy” you said sternly. A new side of you coming out. You never once imagined yourself in the dominating position, let alone with Noah, your roommate, your brothers best friend. “ he whined in protest but obeyed.

Kissing him softly, you moved your hips in a slow but deep motion against his writhing body. His hands stayed flat on your back but his fingers twitched, wanting to touch you more. His hips bucked into your soaked core. A sure sign he needed more.

You pulled away, both panting. His eyes, slightly watering from the stimulation. “ Noah, let’s take this to my bedroom, ok baby?” You said in a soft tone. “ yes, yes please” he said desperately. You pulled him by his hand, leading him to your bedroom. Once in the room you tugged at his shirt and pulled it off of him. Yours followed soon after. You trailed your hands down his torso slowly. You traced near his waistband of his grey Nike sweatpants that hung low on his waist, the outline of his hard cock that sported a wet spot. You snuck your fingers under the waistband, finding his bare cock. You grazed his throbbing cock with a featherlight touch. Pulling the most beautiful desperate gasps and whines from him.

He started to slightly buck into your touch. “ please, please” he quietly pleaded. “ what do you want me to do pretty boy” you said with a sultry tone. He grasped your wrist to try to control your movements. You quickly pulled your hand away and used your other to grip his hair with a little force, pulling his head back from your shoulder. “ only good boys get what they want when they’re patient, you don’t want to be a bad boy do you?” You sniped in his ear. He whimpered in response. Attempting to shake his head no, it proved difficult with your hand in his hair. You traced your other hand up his body to grip around his throat, not squeezing, just resting, to remind him who was in control.

“ go sit on the bed, against the headboard, do not touch yourself “ you said firmly. He scrambled to get on the bed. You stood at the edge staring at his red rimmed eyes as you slowly rid yourself of your sleep clothes. You lifted the camisol off, revealing your breasts, you decided to torture him a little and slowly let your hands roam over your chest, every now and then touching your nipples, which now stood at a hard point from the slight chill in the room and your arousal. His eyes were glued to your movements, his chest heaving, he wanted nothing more than to touch you, but didn’t want to be a bad boy.

You brought your fingers down your torso to your waistband of your shorts, you slowly put your fingers underneath and pulled them down, already bare from not wearing any panties underneath. His eyes widened and his mouth hung open, his sweats were growing wetter by the second, his cock was probably painfully hard, you squeeze your thighs together at the thought of his swollen red tip, the way it will feel while he’s filling you.

You climb on the bed, hands and knees, growling towards him. “ Don’t come unless I tell you to” you say while pulling his sweats down with his boxers. His cock spring out, slapping against his stomach. He gasped at the sensation, eyes shut tightly anticipating your next move. His cock was big. It was perfect with a slight curve, just enough to touch that sensitive spot inside you. His tip was practically dripping with precum, red and angry from the lack of stimulation, begging to be touched. “ are you gonna be a good little slut for me?” You said as you grazed your acrylic nails up his shaft, his cock slightly jumped at the dirty name you called him. He eagerly nodded. “ yes, yes I will” he said in between gasps. “ another rule, don’t touch me unless I say so” you say right before swiping your thumb across the tip. He gasps out a moan, not even trying to hide his sounds. He sounds just as pretty as when he sings.

You finally close your hand around his shaft, squeezing slightly as you move up and down slowly, twisting your wrist just at the tip. He bucks into your h, chasing your touch every time. You decide to go one step further. You lean down while looking up at him and close your lips around the tip, swirling your tongue around him to collect his precum. His hands shoot out to grasp your head and push you down but you pop off, removing your hands and smack his thigh. He jumps at the sensation. “ only good boys get what they want, not needy whores” you say feigning anger. Truthfully, you loved seeing him like this, the Noah Sebastian, the seemingly domineering man who needs control in every situation crumbling at your touch, wanting nothing more than to be a good boy for you. “ I’m sorry, please touch me again, I’ll be a good boy” he whimpered and pleaded. You swear you felt yourself drip at his words. His eyes were brimmed with tears and he has never looked more a mess. You loved it.

You placed your hand on his cock once again, the other hand grasped his, deciding he deserves to know how good he’s being. You lean down once again and take has his cock in your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks as you move up and down, squeezing the rest with your other hand. He lets his head fall back and little gasps escaped his open mouth. He squeezed your hand, seeking a little affection, you pulled off of him and stroked with your hand. “ you are being such a good boy, so good for me” you praised, feeling his member pulse at your words. Your hand on his cock moved a little faster, you placed kisses on his hips. He started to buck more and more, getting more restless. His breaths were ragged and uneven, a sure sign he was close. “ please let me cum, I’ll be so good, please I need to cum” he pleaded, his words breathless and needy. Right as he was about to blow, you pulled your hand off. His eyes shot open. “ no no please, I’ve been so good, please let me cum” he pleaded. “ don’t worry baby, you will, but I need to cum first” you said. “ now put that pretty mouth to use.” You said.

He hastily flipped you so you were underneath him. His sudden strength reminding you that he could take control at any given moment. He lapped at your neck, leaving open mouthed kisses, moving down your stomach to your hips, the finally the place you needed him most. He kissed just above your clit. He looked up at you as he licked a long stripe all the way up your dripping core before diving in and lapping at your clit like a starved man. He licked in perfect circles with the perfect amount of pressure. Your hand grasped at his hair, harshly holding him there as your hips moved with his face. Grinding on him.

He continued his assault on your throbbing bud, sucking and slightly grazing his teeth. Your body was ablaze, toes curling in the white hot heat of pleasure. Your mouth hung open as you moaned wildly. Your stomach was burning as you felt your release approach. You rode his face and pushed him fitter into you, he groaned at this and the vibrations brought you closer. He knew this and inserted one of his long tattooed fingers into your entrance, immediately curling and pumping rapidly, he prodded at the spongey spot inside you. This brought you over the edge, your hips bucking wildly as your vision went white and your legs shook. He continued until you were basically ripping his hair out, the overstimulation becoming too much. He lifted to his knees, your slick dripping down his chin.

You grasped his neck and forced his lips to yours. They mashed together in a passionate and lust filled kiss. Tasting yourself on his tongue, you moaned. You pulled him back. “ are you ready for your reward pretty boy” you faked him huskily, your voice filled with lust. “ please, I need you” he said quietly. “ lay back on the headboard for me baby” you asked and he scrambled to take your place. You straddled him, bringing your hands down his abdomen, raking your nails up and down, causing him to twitch. You finally came to his neglected cock, lining it up with your entrance.

You slowly sank down, squeezing your adjust, stopping every now and then. His hands twitched to touch you. “ you can touch me, you’ve been such a good boy for me” you say as you bottomed out. You both gasp as he grips your hips bruisingly. You slowly rolled your hips, his head thumping against the headboard and mouth agape in a silent moan. You started bouncing up and down, his hips thrusting to meet yours. You leaned down and whispered sweet nothing in his ear. “ such a good boy”, “ making me feel so good”, “ you take what I give so well”. You kissed his neck as your movement got faster, his hips bucking wildly. “ touch me, don’t cum until I do” you demanded. His hand on your hip left and immediately circled your clit with force. You moaned and gasped as you felt that familiar heat in the depths of your body. You squeezed around him. He whimpered, his stomach tightening as he struggle to hold back. Wanting nothing more than to be a good boy. Your good boy. He does his movements up on your bud, in an effort to bring you to your release quicker. Your hips bucked as you felt the imaginary rubber band snap. Stars appeared in your eyes as you cried out. Your orgasm ripping through you, causing you to shake and convulse. “ cum for me baby, cum inside me, fill me up” you pleaded. 2 more thrusts of his hips until he stilled and you felt his cock pulse inside you. Filling you up with hot ropes of cum. His fingers stopped his assault on your bundle of nerves.

You fell to his chest. Both out of breath and exhausted. You pulled off of him and layed bext to him. He lifted himself off the bed and scurried out of the room. He soon returned with a wet cloth to clean you up with. He helped clean you, and bring you to the bathroom.

He was gathering his stuff as you walked back in. “ don’t you wanna stay with me tonight?” You asked him. His head shot to you, eyes wide with confusion. “ come on, come lay with me” you grabbed his hand and laid in your bed. He seemed to have changed the sheets. He hugged your back. “ thank you for doing that” he whispered as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. You turned around and kissed him sweetly, nothing but love and adoration. “ of course, Noah, I’ve actually wanted to do that for a long time” you admitted, both of your cheeks turning a rosy color at your admission. “ me, me too” he quietly admitted, looking deep into your eyes. “We can talk about this in the morning, you need some rest baby” you said as you turned back around. He nuzzled into your neck and you both drifted off into a deep sleep. You’ll figure this out tomorrow, and especially figure out what to tell your brother.

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Working on the Noah request today which means that my request queue is empty, so requests are back open if anyone has any :)

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[foliosriot]

You’d Be Better Off On Your Own — Pt. 1

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x reader

warnings: talk of cheating (being cheated on). brief mentions of physical abuse and verbal abuse. overall just being in an abusive and toxic relationship. based on Dakota by Between You & Me.

a/n: and please for the love of god i hope you know the bf referred to is NOT dakota sammons aka kooter of i see stars i seriously did not make the connection until it was too late and it’s literally just the title of the song okok anyways enjoy

masterlist. part 2.

It happened.

You can not believe you let it happen in the first place. After so many incidents and so many apologies you thought you would be able to finally let it go once and for all.

But you know you’re just a punching bag, incapable of fighting back.

Long story short you caught Dakota cheating. Again. You think it may have been the same girl, but you aren’t completely certain. Before you were able to question your boyfriend about those highly inappropriate text messages when you saw them flash on his phone’s home screen, he was already shouting at you. He said such awful, nasty things that had tears gathering in your eyes. He had simply scoffed at the sight of you crying, then left your apartment.

You can only imagine where he stormed off to.

And you, not wanting to be alone with your thoughts for the rest of the night, called the one person who would drop whatever they were doing to come to your aid: your best friend since childhood, Nick.

Nick hadn’t hesitated to rush over to your place after you called him crying. If you remember correctly, you had only gotten a few words out before he was saying he’d be right over.

“N-Nicky. I-I need—“

“Hey, it’s okay. I’m on my way.”

He was walking through the front door not even five minutes later.

As soon as he entered your bedroom Nick was hurrying over to you where you were huddled into a ball on your bed. You had the covers pulled up over you, so you couldn’t see him, you only felt the mattress dip. Through the layers of blankets covering you, there was a light weight settling on your body. You instantly knew it was Nick’s hand.

After a few minutes of crying under your blankets and silently relishing in the faint feeling of Nick’s hand resting on you, you finally unraveled yourself from the ball you had contorted into. You push back the covers to see Nick looking at you worriedly. But the sight of him is a massive relief.

“Hey,” he says softly.

You sniffle. “Hi,” you say back in a broken voice.

You finally sit up and, tugging the blankets tightly around your body, shift to sit right beside Nick, who has his back pressed against the wall. Your head settles on his shoulder and you release one of your shaking hands to grab at his. He threads your fingers together wordlessly, his warm skin comforting.

Neither one of you speak. Nick knows you just need a shoulder to cry on at the moment, and you will be eternally thankful for him. He is always there for you whenever Dakota fucks with you and your relationship.

Nick is one of — if not the — best things that have ever happened to you. He has been one of the only constants in your life for as long as you can remember, and vice versa. The two of you have been inseparable for years. And then adding the rest of Bad Omens into the mix made your overall relationship strengthen and grow.

But no one was prepared for the hellish whirlwind that was Dakota, especially you. Dakota was sweet and charming and always made you laugh. During your high school years, on the days Nick wasn’t able to come and pick you up after school got out, Dakota was right there to give you a ride home (or to Nick’s house). He felt like a safety net you could fall back on whenever you needed it.

And after weeks and weeks of spending time with Dakota and really getting to know him, you had happily said yes when he asked you out.

It was no secret that Dakota didn’t like Nick or your friendship with him. He had been extremely vocal about his distaste regarding it more times than you can count, just in the first month of dating. Nick didn’t like Dakota either, but he was never actively aggressive or downright rude about it. He would rather you be happy than put either relationship of yours at risk, even when he knew Dakota has never deserved you.

Your relationship with Dakota deteriorated as the years went by. He became more and more hostile towards you and your friends, and you were subjected to his ill temper and red hot anger. You were hiding evidence of physical abuse nearly every week. Crying yourself to sleep almost every night. You hated how Dakota was making you feel, but you were scared of what would happen if you ever broke up with him. So you stayed with him, because you never wanted to find out what he was really capable of.

Nick was more than aware of what Dakota was doing to you. You never verbally told him; all he had to do was connect the dots between your constant fights with your boyfriend, how often you called him because you needed someone to talk to, and how you reacted to certain gestures he made.

Nick has always been observant. There was no need to even say anything about Dakota because he already knew. You know he would never tell you “I told you so”.

However, that hasn’t stopped him from warning you time and time again, hoping to steer your brain and heart away from Dakota and his toxicity. It nearly worked when you first caught Dakota cheating on you.

And you will forever beat yourself up over how suave and pitiful Dakota had been when he was apologizing. Saying how “she never meant anything to me”, “it was a stupid mistake”, “I love you”. You will never forgive yourself for accepting his half-assed apology and taking him back.

Taking him back time and time again.

As you remain huddled against Nick, those wretched memories keep spiraling through your head. You can feel the telltale burn of tears stinging at your eyes as you continue sitting in silence.

You squeeze your eyes shut until a fuzzy spattering of stars takes up your vision. Then you’re sitting up quicker than you had anticipated, thus becoming dizzy and attempting to blink away the sudden nausea.

Nick is watching you. You can feel his gaze boring into the side of your head as you manage to clear your eyes. With a hesitant look to the left, you see Nick is, indeed, watching you. His eyebrows are knit together with worry, his forehead creased with the strain.

“Sorry,” you mumble, reaching up to swipe at your nose. “I know I’m probably overreacting.”

“You’re not overreacting at all,” Nick tells you. A new wave of tears is now inching down your face at the softness of Nick’s voice. “You shouldn’t have to put up with this.”

You don’t bother to reply. You cry quietly, trying to feel any ounce of comfort in Nick’s presence. But it isn’t working anymore, because all you can think about is Dakota. How shitty Dakota is and how badly you want to leave him. But you can’t leave Dakota, you can’t! You know he loves you, you know he cherishes the time you’ve been together and all of the things you’ve experienced as a couple. He’s good. Dakota is good to you. You’ve just lost sight of that a bit.

“Your boyfriend fucking sucks, by the way.”

Nick’s sudden comment throws you off. You blink away a few tears as you look over at him, your mouth hanging open a fraction.

"What?" you ask dumbly.

“Dakota? Your boyfriend? He fucking sucks.”

“I-I don’t get it.”

Nick rolls his eyes, scooting closer to you from his position on the bed. He turns his gaze towards you, and his pale irises go from glowing with a spark of hate to something much lighter. His knees are right up against yours as he sticks his arm out in a silent way of asking you to take his hand. You hesitate, but then you're sliding your fingers between his until your palms are flush.

“I’ve lost count for just how many times he’s made you cry,” Nick says, his voice soft. “Your partner shouldn’t be the reason you cry, honeybee.”

Your breath hitches at the nickname. Nick hasn’t called you that in a quite a long time; a part of you thinks it’s because of Dakota. You’re shaking like a leaf as you continue listening to your best friend.

“I know I’ve said this before, but Dakota is fucking awful to you.” You nearly cringe at the pity that is heavily evident in his words. “He doesn’t deserve you. He never has. And I think it may finally be time to leave him. Be done with his yelling and anger and all the lies and cheating. He’s hurting you so fucking bad.”

You squeeze your eyes shut. “I can’t,” you whisper. “I can’t leave him, Nick.”

“Why not?” he asks. His thumb is lightly stroking your skin, a calming gesture in this moment of frustration.

“I—“ A weak sob escapes your throat. You force yourself to look back at Nick, and it pains you to see the sympathy mixed with fury swirling in his eyes. “I just can’t.”

“Yes, you can. If you’re afraid of how he’ll react or whatever, I am more than willing to be in the room. Or I can be a room away, or the guys and I can be in the vicinity if that would make you feel safer.”

Nick pauses. He scoots closer until there is only a few inches of space separating you.

“I can’t stand how Dakota treats you, honeybee,” Nick tells you in a near whisper. “He’s an asshole who doesn’t get to treat you like shit. You’re better off on your own.”

His words run a spike through your chest. But you know he’s right: you don’t deserve to be treated like shit by your own boyfriend. As much as you believe there’s still some semblance of good somewhere inside of Dakota, you know you shouldn’t have to sit around and wait for it. You deserve better.

You sniffle a couple times then wipe at your nose with your free hand. You meet Nick’s eyes, and you no longer see that tainted hatred; instead, you see a glimmering abundance of love and adoration reflected back at you.

And as you continue to just stare at Nick, your eyes darting all over his facial features — from the stubble that is growing along his jaw, to the few long strands of hair that are dangling in front of his face, even to his barely visible earlobes that are vacant of plugs — your heart seizes for a moment. You think you just be imagining the rosy tint to his cheeks or the apparent nervousness of his tongue darting out to wet his lips. But there is something in the way he’s looking at you. Something that drives that stake deeper and deeper into your soul.

You’re not sure what compels you to say it, but you hear yourself mumble an “Okay.”

At first you aren’t completely certain as to why you’re even saying it. But you need Nick to know what you’re thinking.

“I can’t stay with Dakota.” Your voice breaks at your boyfriend’s name. You swallow thickly. “I don’t want to stay with him anymore, Nicky.”

Nick gingerly cradles your face with his free hand. His touch is cool and soothing on your warm skin, and you can’t help but lean into it. You feel his breath on your chin when he speaks.

“Okay. Do you think you could do it by yourself?” he asks cautiously.

You shake your head. “No. Need you with me,” you say. “Please don’t let him hurt me.”

“I won’t. I’ll never let him hurt you again, honeybee.” Nick presses your foreheads together. “As long as I’m around no one will hurt you ever again, I promise.”

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[happi-goth]

currently arguing with myself about what my first tattoo should be.

this is how its going:

me: Ooo maybe we should get the Bad Omens logo

also me: uhh what

me: you know, the logo from the FGBGFM era???

also me: oh yah the thorn circle?

me: yeah, that would be a cool first tattoo, no?

also me:

also me: aren’t you pagan??? dont you do witchcraft???

me: yeah??

also me: and your whole family is pagan???

me: i dont see how that’s relevant

also me: isnt it a jesus symbol??

me: is it?

also me: the thorns. like the jesus thorn crown.

me: oh wait i didnt notice that

also me:

me:

also me:

me: fuck it, i’m just gonna stick with piercings, im making this more complicated than it has to be

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