#nicholas ruffilo fluff

[thefallennightmare]

A little soft Nicholas for the Nicholas lovers. Especially @follow-me-down-to-wonderland. I love you 🖤

No massive content warnings. Just very soft Nicky.

“Hon? You doing alright?” Nicholas poked his head into the bedroom, seeing you buried underneath the blankets.

You poked your head out with a nod followed by a sigh. “I guess. Where’d you go?”

He came into the room now carrying a stack of firewood to place it into the once dying fire, it now roaring to life. The two of you were hidden away in the woods for the holidays. No internet. No service. Just the two of you.

“Want me to play for you?” He asked pointing to the piano in the room.

Immediately you nodded while sitting up in bed. “Please.”

Every night he played for you, knowing how much you loved it. You watched as the muscles in his back constricted while his fingers flew against the keys, a familiar tune playing in the air.

“I love you,” he called over his shoulder to you.

Rising from the bed, you padded your feet over to him and sat on the bench next to him and laid a kiss on his cheek.

“I love you too, Nicky.”

[iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning]

Nicholas Ruffilo

Warnings Key:

🥀: Angst

🪻: Fluff

🌹: Smut

🌺: Suggestive but no smut

Blurbs/ Head-Cannons/ Drabbles

@kaliforniahigh :

possessive nicky 🌹

@artificialbreezy :

cock worship 🌹

mean! nicky 🌹

@measuredingold :

‘now our tongues are tied’ 🌹

Oneshots

@concreteburialplot :

‘Banana Spa’ 🥀🌹🪻

‘Cruel’ 🥀🌹🪻

@darksigns-exe :

‘strange magic’ 🥀🪻

‘i need you so much closer’ 🪻

autumn nicky thoughts 🪻

@circle-with-me :

‘Sweet Nothing’ 🪻

‘sunshine in my eyes’ 🪻🌺

@abiomens :

‘baby i’m in too deep’ 🪻

[kaliforniahigh]

I think sex w Ruffilo would be fun and giggly. He’d slide in and you’d yelp, “So big!” Bc he’s stretching you so good. He’d chuckle a little bit, thinking it’s so cute. He’d make sure you’re okay, give you some kisses, then start going to town.

And I think he’d be so amazed everytime; how tight you are, the way your tits bounce in his face, all the things you’d say. He’s just looking at you with stars in his eyes the entire time. You’d moan out his name, and his eyes would roll back in his head. “Ohhh darling…” he’d groan with a big delirious smile.

He can be such a loverboy when he wants. He swears he falls more in love with you everytime you let him fuck you.

He thinks the noises you make and the things you say are the hottest and most adorable things at the same time. And when you say his name in that breathless whimper of yours? He could die right there and be a happy man for eternity.

[abiomens]

baby, i’m in too deap

paring: nicholas ruffilo x fem!reader

content warnings: none, just tooth rottting fluff

a/n: for @amourtoken 🫶 really short, just simple n sweet. title is from nonsense by sabrina carpenter.

dividers by saradika-graphics !!

The sound of the gentle rain and Deftones filled the dimly lit room, soft humming coming from Nicholas. Pasta boiled on the stove while you sat in the living room, Nick had insisted that you take a break for once. Arguing wasn’t an option with him, as he said “My baby needs to relax for once. Let me do it.”

His cat, Jerry, and the one you two adopted together, Kaffee, were snuggled up with you on either side, Kaffee purring loudly. You were mindlessly scrolling on pinterest when you suddenly felt hands on your shoulders, the familiar tattoos coming into sight. “Dinners ready, honey.”

Nick gestured to the plate he sat in front of you on the coffee table, chuckling when your eyes lit up. He made your favourite. He kissed the side of your head and walked around the side of the couch, gently moving Jerry to the side so he could sit next to you. Jerry glared at him and Nick pretended to be offended, which made you giggle.

He grabbed the plate next to yours, setting it on his lap, and you mirrored his actions. The warmth of it slowly seeped through the blanket on your lap, shooing Kaffee away when she tried to snag the contents of the plate. Nick smiled, hand reaching back to untie the messy bun on top of his head. His eyes caught yours when you looked over at him, running a hand through his hair.

“You’re so handsome,” He kissed your cheek, his hand cupping the other. “All you, love. You’re beautiful.” You could feel your cheeks heat up, leaning your head on his shoulder. Nick chuckled once more, grabbing the remote off the coffee table and switching the tv to Netflix. “Movie marathon again?” “Why not?”

You were tucked against his side, watching the way his fingers moved along the bright screen in front of him. The colours illuminated his face perfectly, thick rimmed glasses pushed up on his nose. You could feel your eyes getting heavier.

You don’t know which one, but a Star Wars movie was on, seemingly as background noise while nick drew on his iPad. He wanted to show you his most recent works, and things he was working on for recent bookings. He’d lean over and kiss the crown on your head occasionally, he could feel you smile against his shoulder.

The cats were snuggled up with you guys, Jerry behind Nicks head and Kaffee on your lap. You sighed in content and snuggled further into him, hearing his soft chuckle and melting into the gentle touch of his lips on your forehead. He looked so pretty, soft blue eyes looking down at you. “You can lay on my lap again if you want, honey.”

Who were you to deny him?

Nick smiled when you slipped down and rested your head on his thighs, letting out a little hum of content. Kaffee got comfortable next to your side, curling up in a little ball. It felt like your brain melted a little bit when he threaded his fingers through your hair gently, pulling you further into a sleepy state and tugging your blanket farther around you.

Your eyes fluttered when his fingers scratched at your scalp so so gently, nuzzling your face against his thigh. Yawn after yawn escaped your chest, trying so hard to fight against sleep. You almost let it take you under until Nick said something. “C’mon, let’s go to bed, yeah? You’re fallin’ asleep honey.”

You reached up and made grabby hands at him making him chuckle, setting his iPad aside and gently scooping you up into his arms. He could get the iPad later.

Soft purrs filled the comfortable silence, Nicks arms wrapped snuggly around you while you slept. You were fast asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow, Nick had to get you into your PJ’s clothes himself since you could barley even keep your eyes open, let alone stand up and walk around.

Sleep was slowly taking him as well, Kaffee and Jerry snuggled up on either side of you. Nicks heart swelled when he looked at you, you look so at peace. You’re just so pretty, the love of his life. He pressed one last kiss to your forehead before he finally fell asleep, the smallest smile on his lips.

[ciginatree]

I've Got You -Nicholas Ruffilo x gn!reader

Content warnings: angst, breakdown, fluff

Word Count: 1.1k

Summary: When you come home distressed and upset, your partner, Nicholas, does what he can to comfort you

Author's note: this was written for a friend, but I made it vague enough to apply to just about anyone in any difficult situation <3

This story is a complete work of fiction portraying the likeness of a real person or persons in a fictional situation.

“Nicky?” You call into the apartment..Your chest heaves and your hands shake as you close the front door behind you. You stumble through the front room, your shoes toed off and strewn in various places as your eyes start to fill with tears again. You had broken down in the car and you can tell it won’t be long until you’re imploding again. “Nick, where are you?” You cry in a raised tone. You fight to keep your breathing steady and your lungs ache from the effort. Footsteps pad on the hardwood floor as Nick rounds the corner of the hallway, cheerful grin slipping as he lays his eyes on you.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” He takes quick steps towards you and you meet him in the middle, body weight tipping forward for him to catch. Your bodies collide just in time for your emotional dam to crumble and you dissolve into a shaking mess of tears. Nick clutches your waist, holding you up and against him. “Sweetheart, talk to me. What happened?” 

You shake your head where it lay on his shoulder. “Don’t wan- talk’bout it.” Each syllable is broken by a gasping breath that radiates heat back to your face. Your tears, snot, and leftover makeup have already soaked through and stained Nick’s shirt; a detail that only adds to your distress, but he doesn’t seem to notice.

“Okay,” Nick’s mind races through possibilities as you cling to him, his arms snug around you. He doesn’t want to dwell on what happened, trusting that you aren’t in any danger, but he can’t help his wandering mind. One of his hands finds its way to your head, cradling you as you wear yourself out of tears. For minutes he holds you, tingles and miniscule pinpricks working into his feet from the lack of movement. He sways a few inches to the left and right, acting as a comforter, protector, whatever you need. As your tears diminish to silent drips, Nick pulls away just enough to hold a palm to rest on your cheek. “C’mere.” He nods back in the direction of the living room, dropping a hand to your back as he guides you down to the plush, gray couch.

Nick’s grip stays steady and firm around you, pulling you into his chest as you collapse into him for the second time. His scent permeates through your senses; that woodsy musk that you’ve grown to cling to grounds you to the moment and stems your anxiety. Your legs lay draped across his lap as the two of you sink back into the couch. The burning in your eyes itches with residual salty tears. It hurts. Your chest, your body; you’re in pain and Nick knows it. A hiccup wracks your body and you inhale shakily, body expanding into his with your breath. He gently shushes you with lips on your temple; the slight warm brush of his skin is comforting in a way you can’t describe.

You want to speak. You want to cry, thank him, explain, say something, anything. But you can’t. Every time you open your mouth, emptiness consumes your breath and swallows it whole, leaving your mouth a gaping hole. You close it slowly and burrow yourself further into him. Your arms are curled by your stomach and you just feel so…small. So fatigued and just wanting to feel better. You crane your neck to tuck your head under Nick’s chin and he sighs, clenching his arms tighter to you. Another hiccup forces its way through your throat and it sends you over the edge, lips pulling down as you tremble with a dry sob. 

“Shh, I’ve got you,” he coos, barely holding it together himself. Seeing you like this ignites an indescribable, helpless pain inside of him; one that’s only eased by soothing you. The calluses of his fingertips brush along the prickled skin of your bare arm, the tendrils of hair that have come loose from his bun hang down across your head. “I’ve got you,” he repeats in a whisper. You cling to him with desperation as the next wave of tears stings your overworked eyes. Would you ever be able to stop crying? But Nick doesn’t seem to mind; he rocks you ever so gently, chest vibrating against your cheek with his quiet hums and breaths. The steady quiver of his heart lulls you, even as the tears continue to fall of their own accord. You don’t feel like you’ll ever be better, the ache in your chest feels too permanent. 

“Why don’t we lay down, hm?” You say nothing, chin twitching down in an imperceptible nod. With one arm holding you secure, his other reaches for the red plaid blanket hanging off the arm of the couch in a fabric waterfall. Tight in his grasp, he reclines the two of you down to the cushions. You settle on top of him as he fluffs out the blanket and drapes it over you. You focus on your breathing; one shallow breath at a time followed by a long exhale as your eyelids drag together in slow, tired blinks. Everything feels a little simpler in his arms. Less pain, less confusion; just his warm skin shifting against yours and the heavy silence that communicates better than any words could. 

“Thank you,” you breathe out quietly. Those two words took every bit of strength you had left as they bled directly into Nick’s chest. Your hair shift as his lips dip down in a gentle kiss on the crown on your head. His fingers follow to brush away your tear-damp hair away from your cheeks, and he smiles the best he can. It hurts, it all still hurts and he knows that. He knows he can’t take that away from you no matter how desperately he tries to, but if there’s anything he can do to make it a little easier to bear he’d do it a thousand times over. 

“Of course,” he whispers back. His fingers continue the path of your hair, combing through the knots. The furniture beyond the couch starts to shift in your dizzy gaze, the exhaustion of your breakdown wearing into your soul and begging you to sleep. Your body sags deeper into his as each group of muscles sets free the tension they cling to. Nick’s quiet “I love you” slips past your fog in time to permeate through your heart before you finally release yourself to rest.

Tags: @abiomens @exitwoundsx @tashka

[darksigns-exe]

here are some autumn-flavoured nicky thoughts <3

warnings: none, just soft cosy feelings

There’s a noticeable chill in the air when you wake up. The soft wind that billows into the room through the partially open window carries that autumn scent with it, formally announcing the beginning of your favourite time of year. 

Next to you, Nick shifts under the covers, burrowing himself deeper into their warm comfort. The little noise he makes tells you that he’s no longer sleeping, but by no means ready to be awake yet. He looks so pretty like this, all soft and rested. The skin of his cheeks is creased from where it was pressed against a fold in his pillow all night, and you can’t help but reach out to trace your fingers across it. His face wrinkles up adorably when you brush your fingers against his cheek. Nick grumbles out a little sound, shifting and turning until he settles on his side, facing you. His eyes remain closed for a moment longer before he reluctantly opens them. Without saying a word, he lifts his arm, allowing you to scoot closer into his space. 

There’s nothing on the agenda today, you’re free to stay here for as long as you want. And with your face buried against his chest you can’t really imagine yourself out and about. Your lips find his skin so easily. Nicks arms tighten around you, pulling you just a little bit closer against him. You’re so warm and comfortable – how could you possibly want to get up. 

Nick presses a kiss to the top of your head, before he rests his chin there. You love these slow mornings. The ones where absolutely nothing has to be done, and you can just enjoy your boyfriends' presence. Your days together are always numbered, there’s always another tour on the horizon. 

You spent a little more time cuddled up together, making quiet conversation before the need for breakfast overwhelms both of you. 

Nick suggests that you should go for a little walk, enjoy the nice weather and all that. Knowing him, you know that you’ll find your way to the just opened pumpkin patch. Expecting that, you’ve set up the slow cooker so that you’ll have something nice and warming to eat when you come back home. 

A little while later, you find yourself wandering around the little market stalls that line the area in front of the actual pumpkin patch. You’ve already brought a plethora of new scented candles, soap and hand-made bath bombs. 

The wind had picked up over the course of your little trip. Before you had left the house, you had told Nick to remember his scarf, which he had promptly ignored. You watch him shiver for a moment longer, before you tell him that you want to check out one of the other stalls while he waits in line at the one operated by a local bakery. While you had been browsing you’d spotted a booth with the cosiest looking wool scarves. Just the right thing for your Nicky. The one you settle on has a purple marbling throughout its black fabric. Once it’s paid for you make your way back to where Nick is just wrapping up his purchase. He notices you before you have the chance to be sneaky about it. 

“You looked a little chilly.” you explain as you wrap the scarf around his neck, tucking the ends into his jacket, “Can’t have my boy be cold.” 

Nick looks at you for a long moment, soft adoration playing across his features. He thanks you with the sweetest kiss. 

You make your way back home not long after that. The chill of the autumn air has properly settled into your bones by the time you step inside your shared home again. You’re welcomed by the warming smell of the soup you had started earlier and before long you find yourselves in your living room, sharing steaming bowls. 

You stay where you are for the rest of the evening, curled up under the soft blanket his mother had gifted you when you had first moved into this place. Once more, Labyrinth flickers across the TV screen, and you only pay very little attention to it. With Nick settled against your body, you can’t bring yourself to give your attention to anything else. Nick sighs heavily, relaxing even more against you. 

You think that you could spend the rest of your days like this, just you, your boy and the cats, all comfy and cosy without a thing to worry about.

[circle-with-me]

sunshine in my eyes

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x reader

tags/cw: domestic nicky, lots of fluff, very mild nsfw conversation, swimming

word count: 1k

tag list: @malice-ov-mercy @baddestomens @sitkowski @somebodyels3 @broken0mens @tearfallpixie @cookiesupplier @meekahy @lacktoesandtoddlerants @sammyjoeee @collective-heartbreak @agravemisstake @catharsis-in-darkness @to-be-written @collapsedglasshouses @itsafullmoon @lma1986

author’s note: after i posted my cute beachy Will blurb yesterday it got my wheels turning. i’ve been wanting to write something fluffy for my beloved @deathblacksmoke so i thought why not continue the summer trend? also, the cringe is intentional bc they’re cute and in love thx 🫶🏻

The lawn mower roars outside while you get a large glass of ice ready. You look outside the kitchen window and see Nick hard at work in the yard. Sighing, you grab the pitcher of lemonade from the counter and pour some in the glass. He had been working outside all day in the heat while all of your chores were inside and air conditioned. You figured the least you could do was bring him something cold to drink.

It wasn’t all for nothing, at least. This is the first summer in your new house. You had brazenly planned a get together with the guys and a few others later that evening. Both of you wanted to make sure the house looked perfect for your guests.

You fill your own glass and push your way onto the back porch, carefully sitting them on the table. Yelling at Nick, you realize it’s useless as the mower is far too loud. You wave your arms around and finally he looks up. He gives you a confused smile and turns off the machine.

“What is this?!” He yells, waving his arms around in a mocking manner. You roll your eyes at him as he laughs.

“Come get your lemonade, jerk!” You yell back playfully.

Nick accepts the drink with a smile and a kiss on your cheek. He doesn’t need to say much about the taste—the smacking of his lips and soft mmm’s as he drinks serve as a positive review. It’s impossible to say no to him when he asks for another glass… not that you would ever say no to him in the first place.

“How much more do you have left, Nicky?”

He sits his drink down, scanning the yard and considering your question. If you said you thought the boy you met seven years ago in a cramped venue in Richmond would be sitting on a porch with you now gauging how much yard work he had left, you would definitely be lying. Domestic bliss wasn’t even on your radar then, but now, you can’t imagine life without it.

“I’m almost done with the back. I just have to do some shaping around those trees over there,” He says, pointing. “I gotta make sure I didn’t miss anything in the front. I should be good after that.”

“God, you’re so hot when you talk about yard work.” You tease, fanning yourself. Nick whips his head to face you, smirking.

“You think so?”

“Mmhmm… It gets me all hot and bothered.” You lean across the table, touching his arm and winking.

“What are you going to do about it?” Nick responds teasingly.

“Probably go take a cold shower. All by myself.” You dramatically drag out the last few words and stand up to head for the patio door. The chair screeches behind you as Nick scrambles out of it to catch up to you. He grabs you by the arm and turns you around, pushing you against the door. All attempts at being serious are gone now as you can’t stop giggling at him.

Nick pins your arms above your head, planting quick pecks all over your face. His face is slimy and covered in sweat. You try to squirm away from him but he holds you tight—committed to making you miserable. He whispers filthy comments in your ears as his hands roam and you quickly realize you’re losing control of the situation. You manage to sneak out of his grasp, opening the door behind you and slamming it shut.

“Don’t you dare take a shower without me!” He groans.

“Sounds like you better hurry up and finish that yard work then.” You giggle.

The party goes off without a hitch. The guys took it upon themselves to handle the grill so you didn’t have to. You sat and listened to them argue over whose technique was best for what seemed like an eternity before you announced your famous jalapeño poppers were ready. They all swarmed the table, picking the plate clean and thanking you in their individual ways. Nick stayed at the grill mouthing a silent thank you. You winked at him and brought him a special plate you had saved just for him.

Later on, everyone decides to go swimming once their stomachs have settled. You lose count of how many times Noah throws you in the pool, but you get your revenge in a heated game of chicken and a devastating pool noodle attack. Looking around to share in your victory, you catch Nick laid out on a pool chair. His head is lulled against the top of the chair. He’s chuckling at all of the chaos—the arm lazily draped across his bare stomach jumping as his soft belly shakes. The happiness radiating from him makes your heart flutter.

He’s alone though, and you can’t have that.

Nick keeps his eyes on you as you step out of the water and pad over to him. You grab the towel placed over the other chair and dry off with it. When you’re done he coaxes you into his lap and you happily oblige, curling into his arms with your head on his chest.

“You okay, Nicky?”

All he does is hum in response and the vibration you feel through his chest is bliss. His entire body is warm from laying in the sun and he wraps the towel around you tighter, kissing the top of your head.

“Then what are you doing over here all by yourself?”

You feel him take a deep breath but it’s not from anxiety or discontent. His heart beats next to your ear calmly. You know there’s nothing to worry about.

“When we first met,” He starts, dragging his hand up and down your arm. “Did you ever think we’d have all of this?” He waves his arm and you look around. You see a backyard you’ve both worked so hard for full of friends that you would trust with your life. Memories of younger versions of the people you love so much creep into your mind. It’s all a little overwhelming how far you’ve all come.

Seven years. Seven summers. This one might just be your favorite of them all.

[artificialstardust]

roommate!ruffilo roommate!ruffilo roommate!ruffilo

just a soft spoken, introverted sweetheart. just wants to watch anime with you and i mean, hey, if you end up cuddling on the couch together oh well. mhm if you fall asleep on him can’t be helped.

personally imo a dream of a roommate — respects boundaries, cleans up after himself, do we think he cooks at all???? on occasion????? mayhaps??? stealing his graphic tees????

(also i want friends who are tattoo artists that’s so sick)

Okay so I’m assuming this is roommate!ruffilo that you’re more than friends with but not dating(?) so I’m going off of that

Roommate Ruffilo is genuinely so sweet. He’d always make you coffee in the morning when he makes his. You’d typically join him on the balcony and enjoy your coffee together while he has a smoke. It’s typically not a surprise if you walk out of your room in the mornings wearing one of his hoodies you stole from him while he was away on tour (you have four or five of them in your closet) and he just smiles and shakes his head when he sees you in them.

He’s pretty quiet for the most part. Your relationship with him is basically black cat and orange cat energy. He’s the shy reserved one, but will always listen and entertain you because you like yapping to him and get bored easily sometimes. He thinks it’s cute listening to you ramble. If you ask if you can braid his hair, he’s saying yes and sitting between your legs on the floor so you can braid it. If you’re outside, he lets you put flowers into the braids.

You typically take turns cooking, occasionally you’ll help each other. If he cooks, you do dishes and vice versa. If you do actually make anything together, is usually dessert. Then you both do dishes (one washing, the other drying and putting them away). Usually on those nights, you’ll sit on the couch together watching a new anime one of you found. It’s not uncommon to find the two of you sitting on the couch with your legs in his lap or one of you cuddled up to the other (he loves to cuddle into you, he thinks you’re soft and warm).

It’s also not uncommon to just lay in bed together if one of you gets bored and wants to just chill with the other. Usually it does end up with the two of you cuddling and showing each other memes you find. Neither of you are surprised if the other falls asleep on them. You’re comfortable with each other.

He ALWAYS asks you if it’s okay if the guys can come over, because the space is just as much yours as it is his. And you give him the same courtesy. If it’s someone you’re both friends with you’d just be like “I’m inviting xxxx over” and you’re both typically chill with it.

On days he knows you’re not feeling good or are just not in the best mood, he’ll leave a small gift bag outside your door with your favorite snack and a singular rose he got from the flower shop to make you feel better. When you say thank you, you end up hugging him longer than usual. He never complains because he loves having you in his arms, but won’t ever admit that to you.

And don’t think he doesn’t steal anything from you, because he does. He will very much steal your hair clips, hair ties, headbands and scrunchies for his own hair. From where he gets lost in drawing or working on something he doesn’t want his hair in the way at all. Especially if he’s cooking. He will casually grab the hair tie off your wrist without saying anything about it if you’re just sitting there watching him so he can tie it back while he cooks.

He also offers to give you tattoos when it’s around your birthday, holidays or just because you’re both bored. You don’t take him up on it 7/10 of the time because you like thinking pieces though, but you do have a couple he has done for you.

Rarely if he’s drunk, he is very cuddly and much more extroverted. He’s laying on you, saying random shit and just giggly. He will just casually mention that he wants to kiss you but forgets he said it the next morning. He falls asleep on you every single time.

One last thing, he can and will scare the shit out of you by jumping out at you from around the corner

[bspeaks]

woke up with the WORST period cramps...

you already know im laying here thinking about how good nicholas would be at taking care of you during your period each month

hes planning ahead, hes got your cycle tracked. hes stocking up on your comfort snacks ahead of time. hes double checking your medication supply. hes monitoring your symptoms the few days leading up to it. hes SO attentive and considerate.

when youre really struggling with it hes setting you up in a comfortable spot and not letting you lift a finger. hes got you set up with your favorite pillows and blankets, a heating pad, something comforting to watch, snacks and drinks to last you hours, and literally anything else you could possibly request he is getting it. if you want him by your side then hes glued to you, if you want space he grants it.

if you still have things to do and places to be hes being as supportive as possible and doing what he can to make life easier for you. hes preparing your lunch/snacks to take with you, making sure you take water, sending you with any medication you might need. when you get home hes there to welcome you with open arms, dinner is ready, and hes eager to attend to all your needs.

...yeah caregiver nicky has consumed me

[thefallennightmare]

Ruffilo being extra needy when you get back from a work trip ~ <3

First off, I hope you’re having SO much fun on your get away!!

Okay so that man is in you the second you walk through the door. You were gone for a whole week and Ruffilo could barely go another day without you. As soon as you walk inside the house, he takes your bags and sets them to the side before tossing you over his shoulder to carry you upstairs.

“Nicholas,” you giggled when he tossed you on the bed.

“Need you, baby. I’m never going to let you go again.” He quickly worked both of you out of your clothes.

He’s so touchy. He doesn’t keep his hands off of you at all. Even when you’re in the shower, he’s right there. Cooking dinner for the both of you? There’s Nicholas with his hands on your hips.

Laying on the couch? Best believe his head is in your lap.

Going to the bathroom? He’s sitting on the bathroom counter.

“Nicholas, I have to pee,” you stood in front of him with your hands on his hips.

He shrugs while swinging his legs in the air. “So?”

You raised a brow. “Got a piss kink, eh?”

Nicholas also makes sure his cock stays buried inside of you any chance he gets.

[kaliforniahigh]

Ruffilo is the type to get possessive and be subtle about it at first at a party or like a get together and then finger you in front of someone to show them your his and to remind you and later take you home and make you scream

Smut below the cut!

He'd try to be so nonchalant, but he is seething inside. You can tell, because is face is serious, and his brows are furrowed together. His eyes could kill someone just with the daggers he is shooting through them.

And honestly, he didn't mean to get caught by the guy who's been staring at you the whole night, while he is caging you against the wall, his hand inside your pants and two fingers deep inside your pussy.

You're so ein ecstasy, that you get startled when you see someone watching when you look past Nick's shoulder. Averting your gaze from the man's, you go to grab his hand, when he stops you.

"Keep your fucking hands in place", he tells you, voice stern, and he fixes you with a look that told you he wasn't playing about this. Then, he leans his head to whisper in your ear.

"Let him watch, so he know who this cunt belongs to"

[kaliforniahigh]

ruffilo gives me butterflies because that man is a sweetheart, talented, intelligent, and overall a nerd and i know that he lowkey would be a dom.

the thought of a possessive hand on the back of your neck whenever you're together or around the guys cause he likes to remind not only you but others who you belong to and in contrast to such a firm grip he will say the sweetest things that make you melt. a master of sweet nothings.

he's for the girlies who love a nerd and watching him nerd out in all of his favorite things. he's the type to listen to your interests and even if he doesn't know what it is, he would google and learn about it just because it's important to you.

I agree with the dom thing!!! He probably likes some kinkyyyy stuff, because it's always the nerds! They look all cute and innocent, but let me tell you, there is nothing innocent about the way this man leaves your ass purple and bruised ♥️

It would probably be so cute to watch him go on his rants about his favorite things. You might not understand everything, but you hang on to every single word he says.

[kaliforniahigh]

I can't stop thinking about rough, passionate sex with Ruffilo

He'd tie you up so nice and pretty 🥰🥰 maybe gag your mouth too 🥰🥰 and then he'd admire the marks the ropes left on your skin

[kaliforniahigh]

Well so far we've had Jolly and Folio thots so maybe we should do some Ruffilo thots now but i will take any bad omens thots

Where the Ruffilo girlies at????

[kaliforniahigh]

Ruffilo being fluffy and just braiding your hair after taking a shower after a rough day of work and him just being gentle with you and just being so caring

After taking your shower, he helped you with your skincare routine.

Spreading moisturizer on your face, and your under eye cream with gentle fingers.

After this, he let you brush your teeth, going to the bedroom to get your bed ready and pillows fluffled.

When you walked through the door, all warm and clean, he was waiting for you with a hair tie around his wrist, sitting on the bed, patting the spot in front of him. You already knew what he wanted.

You sat down with your back to him for him to braid your hair.

This was kind of a ritual between you whenever you had a rough day.

He knew you always wore your hair braided to bed, and he was happy to do it for you.

After, he would always give you a neck massage and plant a few soft kisses on your neck. Your eyes already softly closing and tiredness taking over you.

[bspeaks]

a bad storm is brewing where i live and all i can think about is cuddling up with nicky on the couch while taking shelter from an intense storm. listening to the soothing sounds of the rain together and him being a source of comfort and safety when the thunder/lightning/hail stsrts making the storm feel a little scarier.