#nicholas ruffilo fluff

[mischievous-mayhem-is-upon-you]

Nicky 💀

[iloveyoutodeathbutimdrowning]

Fic Recs

Please note all fics listed are RPF, and most of them are 18+ so do not interact if you are a minor.

I’ve seen some people making fic recs and wanted to make my own and wanted to share all of my favorites because they’re all truly stunning. I’m also obviously going to continue adding to them as more works are put out so this will be ongoing.

And just forewarning you, I read an unreasonable amount of smut so these recs are probably at least 70% smut related (fear not though, I put a warning key on each page so you can see what’s what).

Noah Sebastian Part 2

Nick Folio

Nicholas Ruffilo

Jolly Karlsson

Matt Dierkes

Misc.

[concretejunglefm]

Inspired by this little thot.

CW: nothing specific, just softness and touching from sweetheart Ruffilo.

NSFW'ish below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

Come the end of the day, Nicholas always understands what you need. He’s always been the loving, caring, and attentive boyfriend. From the moment you walk through the door, he’s ready to shower you with all of that love and attention, no matter what.

Most importantly, he can always sense when you need him the most, when your shoulders feel a bit heavier, and when biting your tongue throughout the day has almost caused it to get caught between your teeth.

When he follows you to the bedroom, his hands find your shoulders, offering a gentle rub as he helps you unwind. As you feel your jaw relax, you hear a soft whisper, “How was your day, sweetheart?” You know he can sense your responses; it could be about it being a long day, a stressful day, or a long-winded story about a coworker who spoke too freely about an opinion that no one cared about. But Nicholas always encourages you to vent, allowing you to share your frustrations while his hands continue to softly rub your shoulders and even along the column of your neck.

He can’t resist a kiss, but instead of your lips as you speak, he catches the nape of your neck and moves around to just behind your ear, giving a soft nuzzle of his nose against it.

“Should I run you a bath or a shower?” he asks, and you hum in acknowledgment, delighted by the prospect of washing away the day, especially as you sense his hands roaming further.

You let out a sigh of relief, your voice trailing off and when Nicholas speaks, there’s a hint of caution in his tone. “Keep talking, baby.” You huff in response, half wanting to protest, but you don’t. Instead, you continue with the story about your coworker and their social commentary on something they have no right to comment on.

Naturally, he acknowledges and hums at the appropriate moments, uttering just the right comments to keep you engaged while his fingers skillfully pop the buttons off your shirt. His mouth leaves gentle kisses along the column of your neck, making you grow weaker with each one.

After discarding your upper clothing, his hands move to your front, cradling your chest and providing relief from the constricted discomfort you’ve been experiencing all day. His thumbs gently soothe over your nipples, eliciting a soft sound from you. Your words quickly fade into a soft moan, and he whispers the reminder again, his voice a soothing purr against your ear. “Keep talking, sweetheart.”

A new surge of heat ignites within you as he persistently touches you, as if he’s reverently worshiping every part of you with his mouth, hands, and fingers. He’s fully utilizing every resource at his disposal.

“So, at lunchtime…” you begin, your voice slightly strained as you recount the events from lunch, including what you had for it when prompted by him. He wants to hear every detail, right down to the toppings you chose for your yogurt at the new little stand you stopped by during your much-needed walk outside from the stuffy office.

It’s challenging to maintain focus on anything other than his actions, even finding yourself momentarily distracted. However, Nicholas effortlessly brings you back to the topic of conversation with a soothing reminder of what you were discussing just a moment ago.

He’s positioned himself in front of you now, his mouth on your jaw. Every time you try to kiss him, he gently avoids your lips with a soft hum. His hands move to your hips, squeezing your plump skin as a silent reminder to keep going. A whine rises in your throat, and despite your best efforts to suppress it, it slips out. 

Something about the sound awakens something within him. You feel his fingers threading into your hair and gently pulling your head back as he ghosts his lips over yours. “One kiss,” he whispers, and you nod in agreement, a breathless “yes” escaping your lips. “One kiss, and then you’ll continue to let me help you feel better, but only if you keep talking. If you stop, I’ll stop.” 

For some reason, the idea feels torturous, but the spread of heat throughout your body and the pooling between your thighs tell you how much this excites you, how much you want this and him. 

You nod in agreement to his terms, and suddenly, his mouth crashes against yours. It’s not sensual as you’d expect, but heated and hungry. He’s just as needy as you are for him, and it makes you whine, wanting to pull him in. 

As you reach to touch him, your hands sweep along his arms, but he pulls away. “There. That should satisfy you,” he says. And while it should, it doesn’t. Your lips feel bruised, and already, you crave more of him. The taste of him lingers on your lips and in your mouth.

As he bends down to help continuing to undress you, you extend your hand to the top of his head for balance, but also to gently run your fingers through his exceptionally dark, long locks. Your fingers curl around them, finding solace in the softness of his hair, an added comfort in the closeness of his presence.

Before you can even think about moving, his hands are firmly gripping your hips, holding you still while he presses a kiss along your leg, slowly working his way up every inch to continue worshipping you and stops just short of reaching the high point of your thigh.

Slipping his fingers beneath your underwear, he slides them down, leaning up on his knees to press his mouth to your stomach. Soft whispers of praises caress your skin, and you feel the warmth of his breath. Nicholas never fails to make you desirable, always knowing exactly what to say and when.

He’s become so engrossed in this himself that he’s forgotten about your own instruction. Until you catch a fleeting glimpse of his gaze meeting yours from beneath his lashes, something darker lurking in those bright grey eyes—a warning that holds the weight of his caution. This reminder prompts you to continue, and you do.

As you diligently try to recall the afternoon activities and recount a conversation with a client, he discreetly moves his mouth down over your stomach, gently pressing against your mound as a subtle reminder of his proximity. You sense the warmth of his touch and the soft brush of his nose, before he abruptly pulls away.

A soft squeak escapes your lips, leaving you with an overwhelming desire to pull him back. However, your fingers falter as he rises to his feet, and in a swift, decisive motion, he envelops you in his arms, sweeping you up from the floor. 

Despite any protests you may have, he leads you over to the bathroom without a moment’s hesitation.

Sitting you on the edge of the tub, he reaches across into the shower, turning it on and adjusting the settings for the perfect temperature. Turning his attention back to you, Nicholas gently cups your face, his eyes soft and filled with love as he tilts your head back to look up at him. “Are you joining me?” you ask, his thumbs softly caressing the apples of your cheeks. He nods silently in response before leaning down and kissing you gently.

Then, he reaches down, hands sitting at your waist, gently guiding you to your feet. Together, you move towards the shower, and as the pair of you step beneath the cascading water, he pulls your body flush to his, you both melting into one. 

[lilgarbitch]

hi love how are youuu? first of, so in love your works!! second of, im in my ruffilo girl era ☝🥵 i was thinking,, can you do one where we go on a concert date and all that lovie dovie pls??? (totally not influenced by his last ig story)

Nearer My God

Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x Reader

CW: debilitating fluff. Friends going on their first date and it going so well that you’re gonna start kicking your feet and giggling. I just love ‘little dialogue lots of body language’ stories.

Word Count: 2.7k

Author’s Note: Thank you so much for this. This has to be my favorite request I’ve ever seen. You have no idea how quickly I began writing when I read it. And Nick couldn’t have picked a better band to have seen last night. And if he hadn’t convinced you enough, I highly recommend checking out Foxing, especially while reading this.

You’re running around your apartment, making sure you had everything you needed. You wanted to leave this anxiety at home, so the last thing you wanted was to end up forgetting something and stressing about it later. Checking your purse for the umpteenth time, you let out a sigh, hoping to exhale the fire from your nerves. 

You walk back into your bedroom and take one last peek at your appearance. You lean towards your vanity mirror, checking that you hadn’t smudged your makeup yet, when you hear a knock at your front door. 

With a gasp, you check your phone and realize that it was 6pm already. You take one last glance at yourself, smoothing out your outfit and running through your mental list of everything you needed before you finally made your way to your front door. With one last deep breath, you open it.

As you glanced at the adorable tatted boy across the threshold, you couldn’t help but match his nervous but excited smile.

“Hi,” you say, but it comes out a whisper.

“Hi,” he replies with a soft chuckle, “You almost ready?” 

You give him a nod and step away from the door, leaving it open for him to let himself in. You try your best not to run, as you don’t want to embarrass yourself with your excitement and nerves, but you rush your way through your apartment, grabbing your purse and shoes and turning off any lights or hair styling appliances. Once your shoes were on and you knew nothing would burn your house down while you were gone, you make your way to Nick, who was still standing at your door. He looked tense and in thought, but when his eyes landed on you walking back to him, his shoulders relaxed and a smile reformed on his face. 

You let him know that you were ready, so he gestures you out the front door before following. You quickly lock your door and join him on his stroll to his car. As he made his way closer to the car, he moved around it and walked towards the passenger side, opening the door for you with a smile. You let out a soft giggle and a ‘Thank you’ as you slide your way into the seat.

“You look beautiful, by the way,” he says with a grin, leaning down in the doorway of the car to meet your eyes. 

“Oh…thank you,” you say, sounding a little sheepish as a blush formed on your cheeks at his unexpected chivalry. 

He just chuckled and closed the door before making his way around the car and sliding into the driver’s seat. 

It wasn’t a far drive to the venue, thankfully, but you couldn’t help but feel your heart race at the tension in the car. Soft music played on the radio and he gently patted his thumbs against the steering wheel as he drove. All you could do was try and leave your nerves behind, wanting to accept that this wasn’t a night to worry about impressions. He already asked you on a date. Even though it was to see one of his favorite bands, it was still a date, and it still proved that he was interested. If anything, bringing you to see music he enjoyed was more intimate than simply going out to dinner. 

“So, have you heard of Foxing before?” he asked, pulling you out of your thoughts. 

“Yeah,” you answered, “You mentioned them a while back, so I gave them a listen and really enjoyed their music, so I’m happy to finally be hearing them live.” 

He glanced at you for a moment before turning back to the road with a smile forming on his face.

“I got you into them?” he asked, sounding almost proud of himself, but there was a hint of something else in his voice. Like a sense of adoration at the thought of you giving his interests a chance.

“Yeah. I love checking out the bands you talk about, even if it’s in passing,” you reply, almost embarrassed to admit that you paid more attention to the things he talked about than he thought you did. 

A wide smile formed on his face, one that he couldn’t fight back as he felt a sense of warmth in his chest. You went out of your way to try to enjoy the things he did, and he could’ve fallen in love right then and there just hearing that. 

The ride fell into a silence once again, this time with a little more serene vibe as you made your way to the venue with smiles on your faces.

Once the car came to a stop, Nick quickly moved to open the car door for you again before you could even get your hand on the handle, causing you to laugh. 

You two made your way into the venue and found a good spot to stand, not too close to the center of the crowd, but where you could still see the stage perfectly. Nick let you stand in front of him to both make sure that you could see, and to keep an eye on the crowd around you.

The band eventually took the stage, causing the crowd to cheer. ‘Secret History’ began playing and you took in Conor’s vocals, letting yourself relax into the melody before you knew you had to brace yourself for the energy to pick up. 

It was a quick change, but thankfully you knew the song well, so you were expecting it. The music got louder and the crowd got crazier. You couldn’t help but chuckle as you watch everyone fit into their element, letting themselves enjoy the music in their own way. 

Nick’s hands moved to rest on your hips in an almost protective manner, not wanting you to move too far and slip into the pit of people. You relaxed and let yourself take in the music, knowing you had someone protecting you as the music switched back and forth between peaceful melodies and harsh and heavy beats. 

As ‘Spit’ began playing, you felt Nick’s body finally relax behind yours, letting him take in the music and lyrics. He still had a hold on your waist, but his arms slacked and his body swayed gently as the music poured through the speakers. 

Would you hold my head in your lap

Soak the fever in cold rags

His grip on your waist tightened. Not in a tense manner, but almost like his mind subconsciously wanted to hold onto you tighter. 

Cause tonight you have my soul

The crosses have jumped off the wall

And all of this surrounding us is distraction 

Cemented in the moment, frozen in resin

His fingers moved against your hips, almost as if he was fidgeting, deep in thought and not realizing. You gently pressed your back against his chest, hoping the feeling would soothe him and bring him back. As you did, you felt his chest rise and fall, like he took a deep breath. He relaxed once again, feeling the warmth of your back pressed right above his heart, and rested his chin on top of your head. 

‘Greyhound’ was next, and soon the two of you swayed together to the music. You closed your eyes and focused on the comfort around you. His hands on your hips, chin on your head, the gentle rocking of your bodies, and the melodies flowing through the room. You didn’t know if it was the vibrations of the bass, or the feelings ruminating inside of you, but you could feel something in your chest.

“You doing okay?” He asked, bringing his face to the side of yours to speak in your ear, making sure you could hear him over the noise. You turned your head and looked up at him, pausing for a moment when you realized how close your faces were, before nodding with a warm smile.

He mirrored your smile with one that made your eyes flicker to how close his lips were. He soothingly rubbed his thumb against your hip as he stood back up, pulling you back to lean against his chest as he rested his chin on your head once again.

The music continued and the band spoke a few words to the crowd, getting cheers from the room. But Nick and you just stayed there, silently watching as he held you close. 

Your mind was racing. You had a crush on Nick for the longest time, and now you were on your first date with him and were enjoying it more than you’d ever imagined. You thought about when he finally asked you out, and how much it shocked you to find out he felt the same. How you always thought you’d have to deal with staying friends, terrified to say anything in fear that you’d ruin the friendship. But here you were, pressed close to him while you listened to a band both of you loved. And now, the only thing on your mind was how badly you wanted to kiss him.

You got pulled from your thoughts when ‘The Medic’ started, when you felt his chin moving and a rumble in his chest against your back, signaling that he was singing along. A smile formed on your face at the added comfort. The sweet act of him opening up as he let the lyrics flow from his lips.

She says you always smell like cigarettes 

And there’s always whiskey on your breath

But you’re the best that I can do

And I, I think I love you

Now if you want me to slow down

Just tell me to slow down

You join in, softly singing along with him.

Now if you want me to slow down

Just tell me to slow down

Cause I, I, I, I want, want, want to be loved

Yes, I, I, I, I want, want, want to be loved

You feel his hands subconsciously tighten their grip on your hips as he notices. He pulls you closer and slides his arms around you, holding you flush to him by your waist as you both continue to sing along. 

You both stayed like that, him having you in an almost possessive hold against him. Even when louder songs play and the crowd gets rowdier, you two just stood there, enjoying the closeness more than the music. 

You began to realize that he chose a Foxing concert for a reason. He wanted you to listen to the lyrics with him close to you. As the set continued and you truly took in the words Conor sang, you understood that this was Nick’s way of truly opening up, of letting you into his heart. The lyrics turned into a live reading of his everyday thoughts and his feelings for you. 

So when they started playing ‘Nearer My God’ and you felt his head drop to your shoulder as he began to sing along, your heart raced faster than before. 

I want it all

I’ll watch the bridges all burn

And I’ll be your dog

It was quiet compared to the noise around you, but you still heard it. His voice, singing along. He held you tighter, burying his face into your neck as he continued.

I’d be a darling for you

Or anyone who wants me at all

Does anybody want me at all?

You couldn’t react. You didn’t know how. All you could do was listen to him voice his deepest feelings as the song played. It wasn’t just his need for you. It was his need for comfort. For happiness. He was physically and metaphorically leaning on you for support as he spoke his deepest emotions out into the world through their lyrics. Your heart simultaneously ached and swelled at the vulnerability he was showing you for the first time. His heart opening to finally let you in. To be his support. To love him. To make him feel whole again.

As the song was coming to an end, you reached your hand up and gently laced your fingers into his hair, soothingly running them against his scalp. You wanted to be his comfort. To be the one he could come to. The one who could make him feel loved again. And instead of saying it out loud, you chose to show him. 

As he melted into your touch, you gently turned and leaned to the side, causing his face to pull away from your neck. Your eyes met, his baring a mix of nervousness and hope, while yours just showed pure love and adoration. 

You kept your gaze locked with his for a few moments, taking in how close he was to you and the peace you felt having him here. He let out a shaky breath as you glanced down at his lips, involuntarily licking yours as you used your hold on his hair to bring the two of you closer. 

The moment your lips met, it was as if time stopped and the two of you melted into one. He used his hands on your hips to slowly spin you around until your chest was pressed against his. He brought a hand up to cup your cheek and wrapped the other around your waist, holding your body flush to his. 

It was a gentle, sweet kiss, his lips dancing with yours, but there was still passion behind it. As if it was your way of baring your souls to each other, with a need for it to never end. You wrapped your arms around his neck and brought a hand up to the back of his head, holding his face to yours like you’d never let him go.

Before you knew it, he pulled away and rested his forehead against yours, letting both of you catch your breath and take everything in. Your eyes were still closed as you held his head to yours and he held your body to his. ‘Hall of Frozen Heads’ flowed through the air around you. This was the peace you searched for your whole life.

You couldn’t hold it back. A chuckle fell from your lips, causing one to rumble in his chest against yours. You finally opened your eyes and looked up to meet his. The corners of his eyes were crinkled from the smile on his face, one that you realized mirrored yours. 

The lights of the venue came back on, bringing the two of you back to reality. You pulled apart and watched as the crowd began to file out, remembering that you too had to leave. 

Taking your hand in his, he managed to slip both of you through the crowd, almost in a hurry to get back to the car. You couldn’t help but giggle as he pulled you along with such dedication. 

Once outside, he wrapped an arm over your shoulder as you made your way back to the car, leaning his head on yours as if he couldn’t be close enough to you in this moment. 

He paused once you made it to the passenger side of his car, before turning you to face him. He looked down at you with a smile, bringing a hand up to cup the side of your head. 

“Thank you for letting me bring you. I don’t think I’ve ever had a better time at a concert,” he said in a soft, sincere voice.

“Not even your own?” you asked, giggling. He let out a chuckle and shook his head. 

“Not even close,” he said in an amused but gentle voice.

“Well, thank you for bringing me. Definitely one of my top 10 concert experiences,” you joked with a teasing smile. He playfully raised an eyebrow.

“Top 10?” he asked, leaning closer with a humored smile.

“Okay…top 5,” you continued with a playful tone as his lips got closer to yours. 

“How about now?” he asked before meeting your lips again, this time with a more delicate kiss. Both of you were smiling too wide into the kiss that you were giggling when he finally pulled away. 

“Fine. Top 3,” you said with a playful smile, looking up at him. He let out a chuckle and moved to open the passenger door for you.

“Guess I’ll have to find another concert for us to go to,” he said as you slid into the seat. 

“I wouldn’t be opposed,” you replied, making him chuckle more. 

[darksigns-exe]

strange magic - witch!nick ruffilo x f!reader

warnings: Discussions of mental health, depression, anxiety, mentions of self-harm, knife related injury

word count: 4.2k

notes: I’m reading The Full Moon Coffee Shop by Mai Mochizuki at the moment, and it might have influenced some parts of this.

dividers by @saradika-graphics <3

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You don’t remember where exactly you’d heard his name for the first time. Someone in your circle of friends had mentioned going to see him about a minor health issue they’d been struggling with and that no conventional doctor had been able to fix. It had taken them one visit to cure said ailment. 

Now, you didn’t expect a miracle cure, but at this point you’d take anything. Whatever it takes to make this feeling disappear. No psychiatrist or therapist had helped, you’d tried everything. 

Magic or something akin to it didn’t seem too unrealistic of an option at this point. Your friend hadn’t been entirely clear on what this guy exactly did or was, all they had mentioned was that his methods were unconventional. 

Armed with the address and maybe a little too much hope, you set off. The place is located in a wooded area, set quite a bit back from the main road. You park near the front of the driveway and walk the rest of the way, just like your friend had told you to do. 

The twisted path that leads you through the woods turns you around entirely, and after a few minutes you have no idea which way you’re oriented or from which direction you’ve come. 

Every step leads you deeper into this forest. As the trees grow taller and thicker, light and warmth become scarce, and you pull your jacket tighter around your body to ward off the chill. 

The path makes another sharp turn and suddenly, you find yourself faced with an almost dream-like glade. Light pours into the space, filling it with warm, golden sunlight. In the middle, sits a lone cottage. It looks a little ramshackle, the roof is tilted in an odd way, and you think that some of the beams must be old and slowly giving into the weight of the roof. There’s something comforting about the place, though. 

The door swings open just as you reach the three steps that lead up the small porch. The glimmering little trinkets and chimes that hang from the roof above it catch your attention. Despite the mass of things that are placed all over the porch and in the windows, it doesn’t feel cluttered. Everything is where it needs to be. 

Your attention is drawn to a sun catcher that seems to be made out of broken pieces of coloured glass and mirror. The little specks of sunlight it scatters all across you and the space around you are mesmerising. Perhaps you should find one like this for your own home. 

“Pretty isn’t it?” someone speaks from behind you and you find yourself twitching with panic. 

When you turn around, you find that the source of the voice is a young man with dark hair. He squints at you for a moment, before an apologetic smile works its way onto his face, “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. Would you like to come in?” You’re sure that this isn’t the man you’re supposed to see, he seems way too young to be some kind of miracle healer. Maybe he’s an apprentice or other kind of aide to this Nicholas. 

You follow him into the cabin. The inside is surprisingly simple, yet incredibly inviting. Most of the space is taken up by a large wooden table. It has dents and scratches in its surface that tell more stories than any person could. Warm light floods through the room, but you can’t find a single light source. The fireplace can’t be responsible for all the light in here. 

“Sit. Please.” he motions towards one of the chairs by the table. 

You hang your jackets over the back of the chair before you sit. He doesn’t sit, instead he walks over to the wooden counter. You watch as he searches through one of the shelves, until he produces two mismatched cups and saucers. 

“I hope you found the place alright?” he asks, as he picks up a variety of tins from a different shelf. 

“A friend of mine came here a few weeks ago and her directions were pretty good.” you reply.

He nods sagely, as if he knows exactly who you are talking about. 

“Your friend is feeling better? Her condition was quite worrisome.”

“It’s almost as if she was never unwell.” 

Your answer brings a smile to his face, “That’s good to hear. I don’t usually get to hear about the people who come here after they leave.”

He walks towards the fireplace and with the help of a seemingly hand knit pot holder, he retrieves the kettle hanging in front of it. He then proceeds to fill both cups with water before returning the kettle to its previous place. 

He places one of the cups in front of you, while the other is placed in front of the seat to your right at the head of the table. 

“So – you heard that your friend found the aid they needed here and decided that you would follow in their footsteps and find me. What can I do for you?”

“You are Nicholas?” you finally ask as the puzzle begins to make sense. 

His cheeks tinge the faintest shade of pink, “My apologies. Nick is perfectly fine. Nicholas always creates that image of a wise old wizard, and I’m —” he looks down his own body, “Not that.” 

The tone of his voice makes you smile. 

There’s something awfully comforting about him. Something about him sets you at ease, despite the deep-rooted worry that sits in your chest.  

“Can I see your palm?” Nick asks gently, holding out his tattooed hand to you. 

You place your hand, palm facing up, in his and he carefully pulls your hand a little closer to him. He tilts your hand for a moment, as if he is searching for something specific. The pointer finger of his other hand traces across the lines and creases in your hand with a barely there touch. 

The noise he eventually lets out feels a little unsatisfied. 

“The metaphysical can tell us a lot. But it is not without faults. It doesn’t take an expert to see that whatever it is that worries you has been with you for a long time. I can do a lot of things, dear, but I cannot magic away feelings and emotions.” He says eventually, “I can however try to help you find the root of this. That is the best I can offer you.”

For a moment, you feel defeated. Another person who wouldn’t be able to help. At this point, it really does feel a little hopeless. The darkness slowly creeps into your vision, that awful tightness returns to your chest. You can feel yourself getting dizzy and –

And then Nick’s hand curls around yours. It doesn’t stop the panic entirely, but his touch slowly the creeping darkness significantly. 

“Try to breathe. You’re safe here.” his voice soothes your nerves, wraps around you like honey, “Only very few people have left this place without an answer to their question, and I don’t think that you will be one of them.”

You don’t know why, but you want to believe him. 

“So many people said that they could help, but nothing ever came of it.” you say quietly, “I just want to stop feeling this way.” 

Nick lets out a heavy sigh, “I know what it feels like to feel left alone. If I could, I would take all of it away. But unfortunately, in this case, altering the mind is not something I’m allowed to do. I will try to help you as best as I can, though.” 

He gives your hand a little squeeze, before he releases it again.

Nick is silent for a moment, seemingly mulling through his thoughts. He gets up then. The scrape of his chair against the wooden floor takes you by surprise. He utters a quick apology, before he disappears into a distant corner of the room.

You finally have a moment to inspect the space around you. It’s as close to a witch's hut as you could imagine. Bundles of dried herbs and flowers dangle from the low wooden beams that support the upper level. Every surface is covered in trinkets and items, and you’re sure that they all have their designated spaces. The cobblestone wall above the fireplace is adorned with a pentacle made out of what you think is willow branches. They’re woven around each other to give it more structure, and in the space between the branches small flowers have been placed. You faintly remember reading that pentacle being are used for protection. 

Your eyes drift across the cluttered table in front of you and eventually land on your still steaming cup of tea. You finally take a sip of it. 

The taste of it is unlike anything you’ve ever experienced. You can’t identify every component of it, and really it doesn’t matter too much. All you know is that it feels like a long overdue hug. The first sip is enough to fill you with a comfortable warmth, like rays of sun falling through the trees on the first warm morning of spring. 

You take another sip, once again savouring the subtle sweetness of the tea. You’ll have to ask Nick what’s in this. 

Nick is still out of sight somewhere, but you can hear him rummaging around in the distance. You’d expect yourself to feel uncomfortable being somewhat alone in a stranger's house, but everything about this place felt so comforting that you couldn’t possibly feel out of place. 

Something catches your attention then. The quiet scratching of claws against wood, followed by a slightly croaky purr makes you scan across the space to find the source of it. Your eyes land on the tuxedo cat that emerges from the lower compartment of one of the many overstuffed bookshelves. The cat stretches and shakes itself before it looks around the room for a moment. It wanders under the table, and you freeze up, trying not to scare it away. When you peek under the table, you see the cat coming towards you. It takes a moment to inspect you, before it moves past you pressing its body against your calf. 

You hear the cat hop onto something behind you. Turning around to check, you see that it has settled onto a pillow on the windowsill, lounging in the little sliver of sunlight that falls through the window there. 

Nick returns a little while later, carrying a few books in his arms. He stops, cocks his head to the side, and then smiles. You realise then that he’s not looking at you, but the cat.

“Now you show your face.” he shakes his head, “Where were you when I could have used your help, huh? Out fraternising with that damn vampire's cat, I bet.” 

He sets the books down on the table. 

“That’s Jerry. He’s supposed to be helpful.” he says, glaring at the cat, “He doesn’t usually show his face when I have visitors. Looks like a good omen to me.” 

Nick takes a sip from his own cup. He closes his eyes for a second and lets out a content sigh. 

He files through one of the books, turning the open pages towards you. 

“I can’t make it go away, but I can give you things that might help.” he offers, “How is the tea?”

“It’s really nice. I wanted to ask about it.”

Nick sits up a little straighter then, “Lemon balm, lemon verbena and lavender. I’ll fix up a jar for you to take home.”

He continues to explain a meditation method he’d read about a while ago. Nick shakes off your concern about having tried meditation before. 

“This is different. I think it’s worth a shot. I have some incense somewhere that might help too.” 

That evening, when you drive home, your chest feels a little bit lighter already. Maybe it’s just the idea of someone being so willing to help you. Nick has no ties to you, no reason to be this invested. But he’d still sent you home with a freshly mixed jar of the tea you’d had earlier, a written up version of the meditation technique and several cones of incense with a crescent moon holder. 

You’d also agreed that you’d come back the following week to report back. In the meantime, Nick would do research of his own to see what he could do. 

You’re not sure which of the things helps, but when you set out to see him again a week later, you find yourself feeling actually excited. 

Your visits become more and more frequent. Over the weeks, you learn that Nick doesn’t like to venture into town, and so you offer to take care of his errands there in return for his help. Weekly visits become twice a week, and before you know it, you find yourself stopping by at Nick’s whenever you can.

 Your mental health makes working pretty much impossible, and having something to do again feels genuinely good. On some days, Nick puts you to work in the garden behind the cottage. On others, you get to watch while he works on whatever it is he does in the kitchen. 

It’s almost November when he asks you to help him with the apples. 

“What exactly are we making?” you ask as you continue to peel yet another apple. 

“Half of these will be crumble and the rest compote.” 

You turn to watch Nick tip flour into a large ceramic bowl. Your momentary inattentiveness makes your knife slip. You drop it as soon as the pain hits. 

“Shit.” you cry out, wrapping your hand around your pointer finger.

Something behind you clatters, before Nick pushes himself in front of you. 

“Oh no.” he says quietly, pulling a kitchen towel from one of the cabinet handles. 

He presses the towel to your finger, before he steers you over to the large table. 

“Sit.” he urges, “Hold the towel there, I’ll be right back.” 

Nick rushes off into what you now know to be the bathroom. He returns with a few supplies a moment later. He kneels down in front of you, carefully taking your hand into his. 

“Let’s see.” He peels the towel away, and you can’t hold the wince, “I’m sorry, dear. I know.” 

He wipes the wound clean with a fresh towel, careful not to agitate it more. 

“It’ll be good in a moment.” Nick soothes, “Just have to see how bad it is.” 

The sound he makes then tells you that it’s quite bad. 

Nick picks up one of the small tins he brought over from the bathroom. He applies some of the salve to the cut. It stings just a little bit, but not enough to be of note. He wraps a small bit of muslin around your finger, before he takes your hand into his again. You watch as his eyes close and his head drops. You’ve seen Nick work his magic before when Jerry got into scuffles with other animals during his nightly outings, but you had never felt it yourself. 

As his focus narrows down on you, warmth spreads out from your finger. It travels up your arm and through your chest. You can’t take your eyes off him. Nick’s whole body seems to have a faint golden glow to it. 

Just as the warmth threatens to get too intense, it fades out. 

Nick remains with his head bowed for a moment longer. He peels back the muslin. All that remains of the cut is a small crescent moon shaped scar just above the first joint. 

“There you go.” Nick says quietly, “All good.” 

He looks up at you with a soft smile. 

Your heart makes a little thump then. You’d noticed it before when he looks at you. At first, you thought that it was nothing but the beginnings of a good friendship. By now, you are sure that it is so much more than that. But then again, you’ve only known Nick for a little over two months, and you have no idea if that is even something he’s interested in. 

The moment pops when Jerry forces his way between the two of you. He lets out a very displeased sound, making it known that it’s time for him to get attention again. 

Nick huffs out a laugh before he drops his head again. He scratches the top of Jerry's head before he eventually rises from the floor. 

It takes you a moment to catch up with him again. The way he had looked at you still lingers in your mind when you rejoin him in the kitchen. Nick hands you the freshly cleaned knife, and you resume your apple peeling duties as if nothing at all had happened. 

Thankfully, the rest of the afternoon continues without larger incidents. You can’t tell if it’s in your imagination or not, but you think that Nick looks at you more often. And even if he does, you’re sure that it’s just to make sure that you haven’t injured yourself again. Working with him like this is incredibly comfortable. You don’t speak a lot, but you don’t feel as if you need to say a lot either. There’s no pressure to make idle conversation. 

With the crumble finally in the oven and the last jars of compote sealed, you finally sit down in the chair on his front porch. Nick had sent you ahead with a blanket, knowing that you tended to get cold easily. He joins you just a moment a later, with two steaming mugs in his hands. He hands one to you and sets the other down on the rickety little table between the chairs. 

For a while, you sit in silence, enjoying the serenity of the glade. 

You look over at Nick, only to find him shifting uncomfortably. You think that he looks as if he wants to say something, but doesn’t know if he should. And so you reach out, poking your finger into his shoulder. 

“Nick?”

He twitches, head quickly snapping towards you, “Yes dear?” 

“Everything okay?” 

Nick takes a rushed sip of his tea. He contemplates for a moment longer, and you have to admit to yourself that the way his expressions shift as he tries to make up his mind is rather cute. 

“Interrupt me if I’m touching on something off limits.” he begins, “Sometimes when I heal I get glimpses of that person's emotions. It’s nothing deep or elaborate, just a snapshot, if you will. And when I touched you –”

He doesn’t have to finish for you to know what he’s trying to get at. The pang of relief that had hit you when the pain shot through your body still lingered with you. It’s been a while since you’d purposefully taken a blade to your skin. Long enough for you to think that the gratification wouldn’t be there any more. You’d fought so hard to keep yourself from doing it this time. 

You can’t stop yourself from crying then. Nick’s hand curls around yours immediately. He doesn’t try to stop you, doesn’t tell you that it’ll be alright. You’d kept all of these feelings bottled up inside of you for so long, that you couldn’t stop them from bubbling over now. 

Nick lets you cry until the tears stop falling. 

Against what you’d expected, you don’t find pity or worry on his face. He meets you with a warmth that takes some of the ache away. 

You tell him then.

Every detail that you’d hidden so far. The awful memories you’d kept so close to your chest. Even the ones that you’d never felt comfortable enough to share with therapists. 

And Nick listens so patiently. 

For a brief moment, you feel bad for unloading all of this on him, but he quickly dismisses that idea. 

The sun has long disappeared behind the trees when you finish, and you shiver in the cool night air. 

“I don’t think that I’ve ever told anyone all of that.” you finally admit. 

“Thank you for trusting me with it.” Nick replies, squeezing your hand, “I want you to know that you can always come to me. It doesn’t matter what time it is, if you need a friend – someone to talk to – I’m here.” 

Nick offers you to stay at the cottage for the night. He’s adamant that you take his bed, not budging no matter how hard you try to change his mind. While his bed is nice and comfortable, you can’t help but feel bad for him. And after two hours of tossing and turning, you creep down the stairs into the main space of the cottage again. 

You find Nick still awake, buried deep in a book. He looks up when you step onto a particularly creaky tread. 

“Can’t sleep?” he asks, looking up from his book. 

“Could ask you the same.” 

He places the book on the low coffee table in front of the sofa. 

“I just feel bad about making you sleep on the sofa in your own house.” you admit quietly.

“What, you want to cuddle up?” it’s a humorous suggestion, but you can’t deny the appeal of it. 

Nick doesn’t wait for your answer and makes his way towards you. He follows you back up the stairs without another word.

Settling into bed with him is a little awkward at first. Both of you try to find a comfortable spot without getting too close to the other, even when you wouldn’t mind curling up next to him. This time, sleeps finds you easily. 

You wake up to a gloomy morning. The gentle rapping of rain on the roof makes you want to stay in bed for just a while longer. You pull the fluffy duvet around yourself, sinking just a little deeper into the warmth of the bed. You’ve been up in the attic of Nick’s cottage a few times, but never for this long. Just like the rest of the place, it’s so warm and comfortable up here. Most of the wooden cladding is covered with beautiful tapestries that mirror the Persian carpet that fills most of the space. 

Nick is still fast asleep next to you. He looks so peaceful, brow furrowed just a little bit. You almost want to reach out to smooth your thumb over the crease. You don’t want to overstep, though. 

Instead, you crawl out of bed as carefully as you can without waking Nick up. You know that he likes to start his morning with a strong black coffee. Just like you. 

By now you know your way around his kitchen and finding the ceramic filter, coffee grounds and his favourite mug doesn’t take you all too long. Manoeuvring the kettle was a different story, but you manage to make it work. 

By the time you climb back up the steep stairs towards the attic, Nick has already stirred from his slumber. He’s still hidden under the down duvet, but you can hear him quietly talking to Jerry. 

Nick looks up when he hears you approach and flashes you a sweet smile. 

“You’re a darling.” he says softly when you hand him his mug. 

You sit next to him on the bed, once again getting comfy. 

Nick takes a long sip from his coffee, letting out a content sigh. 

“Sleep alright?” he asks then, turning to towards you. 

You nod, “Thank you for letting me stay here.”  

“Of course.” 

You both fall silent for a while, comfortably nursing your coffees. You shuffle a little closer to him, allowing you to rest your head against his shoulder. Nick’s hand finds its way to your legs, resting comfortably above your knee. He presses a kiss to the top of your head, and you feel yourself melt on the inside. 

You don’t know where this is going to take you, all you know is that you’ve never felt this comfortable around another person. You don’t know how he does it, but Nick manages to make you feel as if you can beat this and come up on top, and really that’s good enough for you. 

By Yule, you’ve basically moved into the cottage with Nick.  It’s quiet and comfortable, and it does wonders for your health. You know that you still have a long path in front of you, but with Nick at your side, it doesn’t feel impossible any more. You’re busy with a batch of cookies when Nick comes in, a few extra logs for the fireplace under his arm. 

He shoves his freezing cold hands under your knit sweater, as he wraps his arms around you. You let out a little squeak in reaction, to which he gives an amused chuckle. 

“Smells good, what are you making?” he asks, resting his chin on your shoulder.

You lean back against his chest, “Just sugar cookies.” 

He presses a kiss to your cheek, “Can’t wait. Do you need help?” 

You shake your head, “Go get showered. We can start dinner when you’re done.” 

Nick kisses your cheek again before he detaches himself from you, “Won’t be long.” 

As he heads towards the bathroom, Nick stops where Jerry is napping on the sofa. And when you look over to them, you realise that you’ve finally made it home. 

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Banana Spa

pairing: nicholas ruffilo x fem!reader

masterlist: here | crossposted: ao3 | word count: 9.6k

summary: you decide to treat your boyfriend to an at home spa day before he leaves for tour again :)

warnings/themes: established relationship, sugary sweet fluff ???¿ who am i??¿, briefly sad??, light sub/dom dynamics, soft dom nick, sub reader, massage, praise kink?, pet names sorry not sorry, bathtub sex, use of a shower head, v fingering, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, orgasm delay, pnv (unprotected), riding, semi-realistic? aftercare, caregiver nick, MUSHY SORRY, again nick has a big fat one, don’t think too hard about the logistics ok, 18+ MDNI

a/n; this originally began as a nice short fluffy piece but... alas, the sad and horny demons took hostage 😅 it's just who i am okay 😭 only sad for a bit though! kinda

a/n: don't like it don't read it. don’t be mean for no reason & let others enjoy things thnx :)

You stamped a knee at each side of Nick’s sides, settling yourself in his lap. His hands instinctively found your hips to have something to anchor to.

“Alright babe you gotta cooperate with me, okay?” You giggled, taking his cheeks in your hands.

He blinked up at you with his aqua eyes gleaming, so enamored with you to even care what you were doing in his lap, simply happy that you were there.

You began brushing hair out of his face and gathering it into a low, untethered bun to expose the entirety of his features. He was beautiful, nothing new to you of course, but at times like then, you couldn’t help but be awe-struck of him. He was yours and you were his.

You reached over to the table beside you to pick up some toner and soaking a cotton round with the liquid. You took it to his face, starting at his cheekbones. He hissed at the coldness of it against his warm skin.

“This smells so… chemically, are you sure it’s safe?” He asked as a half-joke and with a slightly nervous chuckle.

“Very sure my love.” A reassuring grin tugging at the corners of your mouth. “You think I would put harmful chemicals on your pretty face?” You swiped the cotton round down his nose and used it to boop the tip.

A barely visible peach coated his cheeks, if you hadn’t been so close to him, you would’ve missed it.

“I don’t know, maybe you wanna scorch my face off so the fans stop liking me.” A playful smirk draped over lips.

You rolled your eyes and squeezed his cheeks between your fingers, tilting his face upwards to meet your gaze. “Oh honey,” You cooed playfully. “The fans would simp over you even if your nose fell off.”

A true laugh rumbled through his chest and tumbled out of his lips. “Yeah, whatever.” He brushed off the statement as if you just told him the sky was green. “What’s next?” He inquired genuinely, letting his eyes drop back to your arsenal on the table.

“Hmm���” You peered over behind you and tapped your fingertips on your chin. “Oh! Yes, I forgot I got this for you!”

Your fingers plucked a small yellow glass vile. You twisted the lid and squeezed the rubber part between two fingers then released it to let the pipette fill completely.

“Let me know if this smell reminds you of anything.” You slowly and carefully slid the tip of the glass pipette across his cheek, disposing serum along the way.

His nostrils flared and restricted in short consecutive spurts trying to let the aroma fill his nose entirely. His brows knitted for just a second as he processed the smell before his eyes grew sparkly and excited. “Banana?” He asked with hesitancy still lining his words, regardless of the indistinguishable scent.

You giggled and love filled your entire chest at his adorable reaction. “I knew you’d love it.” You sighed happily and utterly love drunk.

“Hm, I love you.” He countered, admiring the pointed, concentrated face you wore as you focused on rubbing in the product. “That stuff’s made from bananas?”

“I love you too baby.” You smiled and leaned down to gently grab his face again, this time to bring your lips to his. A smile curled onto his lips against yours, sweetening the kiss. You couldn’t help but mirror the grin and savor the adoration. “Hm, I think banana enzymes or something? I don’t really know.”

You straightened back up in his lap again, using your curled index finger to tilt his chin up and swivel his face from one side to the other analyzing his skin.

“Admiring your work?” He laughed, feeling a little silly and a little insecure from being studied so closely.

“Just trying to see if you have any spots that need a little extra attention.” You hummed. “But surprise, surprise the man that only uses face wash has perfect skin.”

His chest puffed out a little involuntarily, as if you just invigorated him with newfound confidence after being so foolishly insecure. “Well, would you look at that.” He smirked.

“Yeah, yeah.” You waved him off jokingly before reaching to pick up a thin packet from the table. “Still gonna make you do a face mask though.”

He groaned, “No, no not the clay stuff again.” He winced at the memory of the chalky mud you had once put on him that somehow ended up all over his hair…and eyebrows, and ears, and fingernails, and ʘ necklace, and his favorite Paul Rudd Fanclub shirt.

The Great Face Mask Incident of 2023™️

You couldn’t help but laugh at the same memory. “No, no. I would never put you through that again.”

Nick let out a relieved sigh as if he had just gone through some war flashbacks. “Thank god.”

“No, I think you’ll quite like this one.” You pressed your lips together to not give away just excited you were to show him the mask you had in store for him.

You carefully pulled the folded sheet mask from the packet, letting any excess drip back into the pouch before setting it to the side. You then began delicately unfolding the thin fabric of the mask. Nick’s brows knitted together, and his head cocked to the side slightly like a confused puppy as he tried to gather what sort of potential torture device you were preparing for him. Finally, you unveiled the round sheet with the likeness of a cartoon tuxedo cat.

His silver eyes lit up the second he realized. “It’s Jerry!” It melted your heart at just how wide his smile got, all toothy and reaching his eyes.

You giggled and nodded, “It sure looks a lot like him, doesn’t it?”

Once you were able to keep him from wiggling around, you put the mask on, tugging it here and there to get it taut and symmetrical.

“There, now you look just like your son!” You chuckled behind your hand, looking at how adorably ridiculous your boyfriend looked.

He smirked as much as could beneath the mask, “Yeah where do you think he got his good looks from?”

You rolled your eyes and gently smacked his arm but there was no malice behind either action, “At least Jerry has humility.”

He gazed up at you with a small, sweet smile painted on his lips and love coating the soft curves of his features. “Yeah, that he got from you.” He said casually, like it rolled off his tongue without even thinking twice about it.

Your heart swelled so big in your chest that it was threatening to breach your ribcage. Nicholas had Jerry long before you entered the picture but since getting together a little over a year ago, Jerry had become your biggest fan. Since day 1 he followed you around everywhere and if you were resting on any surface, he was there to claim you as his temporary bed. In your time together Nick had never once even joked about you being Jerry’s other fur-parent. It was a small frivolous thing, but you knew the weight it held. You didn’t know if he had just said it without realizing or if he truly meant it, but in your heart, you were choosing to believe the latter. Either way you opted out of making a big deal about it.

“Oh! I almost forgot!” You gasped at your own brain urgently reminding you of a crucial step. You nearly leapt off him and bolted to the kitchen. Within seconds the project at hand was executed and ready for placement.

You scurried back over to him, this time standing behind his seat on the couch. “Alright, close your eyes and tilt your head back.”

“You got it boss.” He teased and did as you asked. It made you wonder just how much he’d cooperate with taking other orders – but that was a daydream for a much different day. “Cucumbers?”

“Somethin’ like that.” You held back a giggle and placed two banana slices over each closed eyelid. “Okay, all done!”

His nose scrunched up towards the objects on his eyes, “Bananas?!”

You finally let out the laugh you’d been holding back and placed a kiss atop his head. “Now you got all your favorite stuff, cats and bananas!” You circled around his seat and climbed into his lap again.

“And you.” He smiled softly while his callused hands instinctively found your hips again.

Your cheeks heated up and your stomach filled with butterflies. No matter how silly he looked, he could always get you to melt in his hands. “Oh, shut up.”

“Remind me why we’re doing this again?” He asked.

Your grin faltered a bit at his question, and you paused to think about your answer. You let your hand fall gently just below his neck, sliding down slowly while your fingers softly laced beneath the silver chain of his necklace. You let the thorny pendant rest on your fingers as you admired it. As much as you hated the calm before the storm and selfishly despised the reason for it, you knew it’s what you signed up for and what brought him the most joy. Your thumb ran over the thorny crown, grateful for the amount of time you’d been able to spend with him during this break. This was maybe your 3rd or 4th run at him leaving for tour and while you could tell that it was getting easier, it was extremely slow progress. It seemed as though each time felt like the first time all over again. Your eyes fluttered closed in a feeble attempt to tame the burning in your eyes and the tears threatening to appear. You took a deep breath and swallowed the lump in your throat knowing that letting him see you like that would not only ruin the moment but make him feel guiltier than he already did, which was exactly the opposite of what the activity meant to accomplish.

“Baby?” He pressed after you’d gone silent for a bit.

You cleared your throat and blinked the tears away, forcing a smile onto your face so that it could be heard in your words. “Sorry love,” You wrapped your hand around the pendant just hard enough that the thorns stabbed into your palm, perhaps hoping that the pain could force the ache away, or maybe in hopes that if you stamped yourself hard enough with him, he could always stay with you. “Just got distracted. What did you ask?”

“I asked why we’re doing this? I feel really silly right now.” He laughed, though a little less bright than before. You hoped that he hadn’t picked up on your energy shift.

“Oh, um,” You looked down and released the hold on his necklace, letting your palms rest on his chest. “Just wanted to pamper you a little, before you have to go work so hard.” You tried your best to keep your voice light, but the sadness in your voice was unmistakable, at least to Nicholas.

His smile fell into a small frown, and it made you wish you had just lied, but you were never much of a good liar, especially not to him. He reached up pulling the banana slices off his eyes and placing them on a paper towel on the table. Somehow, he looked even goofier with the bananas off his eyes.

You suddenly felt flushed under his gaze – regardless of the cat mask still adorning his face. It was unclear whether it was the normal affect he had on you that was making you blush, or rather the vulnerability he’d caught you in.

“Baby,” He let out a sad sigh, “Is that what this is about?” His hands moved up to envelope your hips again, rubbing small comforting circles into the flesh beneath your shirt.

You shook your head vehemently, “No, no, I’m just tryin’ to spoil you honey, you deserve it.” You tried for a smile but couldn’t quite reach.

It was clear in his eyes that he wasn’t buying it. “Oh, let me get this cursed thing off of me.” He said, his hands already going to peel up the edges of the sheet mask but failing miserably.

A grin did pull at your lips watching him struggle and decided to take over. “Here, let me do it.” You laughed, gently swatting his hands away and pulling it off yourself and setting it on the table next to the forgotten bananas. “For someone who’s so good with his fingers, that sure was hard for you, huh?” You teased, attempting to deflect from the seriousness you’d just caused. All you wanted to do was go back to the soft, happy bubble you’d created before.

His inked hand trailed up your body to cup your cheek. “I’m gonna miss you so much, you know that right?”

You rolled your eyes trying your best to hold up your strong exterior, “Yeah, yeah, whatever, we don’t have to do this. We don’t have to talk about it, okay?” It took every bit of energy you had to yank each edge of your lips into a smile.

“Hey, don’t do that.” He frowned. “Maybe I wanna talk about it?”

“But you dooon’t though.” You whined, pressing on his chest slightly. “We were having a good time and I ruined it.” You whispered. Your eyes fluttered down to where your hands met his abdomen, faintly crinkling his faded Slipknot shirt between your fingers.

“Hey.” His hand found your chin and tilted it back up to face him once more. “I’ll be back before you know it.” He reassured the obvious.

“I know.” You mumbled and found your eyes dropping once again, not bearing the strength to look at him for too long. “I know what I signed up for. I know that it’s part of loving you.” Your hand rediscovered his necklace, flipping it between your fingers for comfort.

“Just because it’s part of the deal, doesn’t mean it’s not hard, y/n.” His voice was more firm that time, trying to cement the severity of his words.

“I know.” You groaned, frustrated that he wouldn’t just drop it.

He sighed, “I’m just saying it’s okay to be upset about it. And it’s okay to talk to me about it.” His thumb grazed over your cheekbone, enticing you to look at him. “We’re a team, remember?”

You released a long exhale finally relaxing a bit under his touch. “I know, Nicky, I know. I just didn’t want you to feel guilty and,” Your hand went up to wrap around his wrist and your eyes darted somewhere far away from him. “I didn’t want you to think that I can’t handle it.” Before he could respond your fingers gripped his wrist harder and the burning in your eyes returned. “I can handle it, I can.”

The crack in your voice didn’t go unnoticed by the male and all he wanted to do was scoop you up in his arms, but he knew better than to smother you when you were that emotional. “I know you can baby.” He said gently, using his thumb to wipe away a tear that was on the verge of escape. “I never questioned that. And if I ever do, then we’ll work through it,” He gently tapped the side of his thumb on your cheek to bring your attention back to him. “Together. Okay?”

You nodded against his palm, nuzzling into his touch. “Together.”

“That’s my girl.”  He smiled and pulled you down into a sweet kiss.

You pressed your forehead against his gazing into his eyes, tonight they were particularly grey. “You’re too good to me.” You said so quietly that if he wasn’t nose-to-nose to you, he wouldn’t have heard it.

He shook his head as much as he could without disturbing the moment, “No, I’m not good enough.”

“That’s not tr-“ You began but were quickly interrupted by his lips on yours again.

“Ah, ah.” He hummed once he pulled away, “I won’t be taking any back talk.”

Your cheeks burned bright cherry red that time, no amount of makeup could conceal it. Even though his words were light, you knew he wasn’t joking. Nicholas was an expert at imbedding dominance in featherlight touches and sweet nothings.

“Yes sir.” You replied instinctively.

The energy spiraled between you two had shifted from silly to emotional, to something entirely different now. His hands trailed up your sides beneath your shirt to rest both on your lower back.

“C’mon, you took such good care of me, now it’s your turn.” Without giving you any warning he scooped you up. You squeaked at the sudden action but instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck.

“Where are you taking meeee.”

“Well, we’re having a spa day, aren’t we? What’s a spa day without a bubble bath?”

You melted into him, loving the idea of a warm bath accompanied by him.

Nick began drawing the bath making sure to add all your favorite additives as you stood patiently waiting instruction. Once he was satisfied with the way the tub was filling, he sat on the edge and beckoned you over. “Come here angel.”

Your cheeks flushed with warmth at the name, taking a couple steps to stand between his legs. He began tenderly undressing you until you were completely bare in front of him.

He wasn’t shy with the way his eyes wandered down your body. “God you’re beautiful.” His words riding an infatuated exhale.

The strawberry pink already present on your cheeks only worsened. “Shush.” You wave off his compliment and used your arm to cover your chest.

He stood and took your chin between his index and thumb tilting your gaze up at him. “I won’t ever stop reminding you of how stunning you are.”

You shook your head out of his grasp. “Shut up Nicholas.” You said shyly.

He took your cheek in his grasp instead this time, getting more control of you. “What’s wrong baby? Am I getting you all flustered?”

You were sure your face was beet red now. “C’mon Nicky, stop messin’ around, the bath is getting cold.”

A satisfied smirk tugged one edge of his lips, finding amusement and pride in your blatant embarrassment. “As you wish princess.” He began to undress himself until he was matching your nude attire.

Your eyes did the same as his did earlier and raked down his body, lean and inked on almost every bit of him. You’d been with him for over a year and you still managed to find new tattoos on him that you’d never seen before. His body was a spectacular and endlessly interesting museum only you had the key to.

He didn’t wait for you and stepped over the porcelain into the large oval tub, letting his body sink down into the steaming water. Almost instantly your exquisite museum was engulfed in mountains of bubbles. “Well, you comin’? You were the one complaining about water ‘getting cold’.” He teased.

You rolled your eyes and cautiously dipped your toe into the water. You hissed and recoiled at the scalding temperature. “Fuck that’s hot.”

Nicholas chuckled at your reaction, “Still think it’s getting cold?”

“Shut up.” You mutter.

“Just take it slow baby, let your body get acclimated to the water.” He sounded patient but his eyes didn’t match – the longer you were under his gaze, the more you felt like an animal of prey being stalked.

After a bit of time getting your lower body get used to the water you were finally able to sink down between his legs and rest your back against his chest. A small sigh of relief left your lips at the feeling of soothing comfort with him. No matter the problem or hindrance, Nick always made everything okay. He made you feel safe and taken care of in a way you’d never felt before. Getting that feeling from a rockstar who’s constantly touring wasn’t something you ever imagined possible, but somehow, it was with him. It took a while for him to earn your trust, especially at the very beginning, the first time he toured just a month or two after making things official. But he made sure to prove his faithfulness in a multitude of ways – from sharing his location to sending pictures and videos frequently to even sending you flowers or other small gifts to let you know he was thinking of you. Life with Nicholas wasn’t perfect, but it was a dream.

His fingers first found your shoulders, digging his thumbs into the wound-up tense muscles at the base of your neck.

“Mmm.” You hummed at the sensation and leaned further back against him. “That feels so good baby.”

“Yeah?” He asked, kissing the side of your head.

“Mhm.” Your eyes fluttered shut as you sank a little further into the water.

He spent some time working through the knots in your neck and shoulders. Wherever he pressed his fingertips felt like he was releasing a world of tension.

“That’s it, just relax.” His hands drifted down past your shoulders and onto your sides, using his thumb to rub circles into the muscles of your back - as best he could in your position anyway.

As his hands trailed lower you felt a flutter fill your tummy and settle in your core. You didn’t even realize you were squirming until his hands found and gripped your hips hard. “Stay still.” He ordered quietly just below your ear.

A shiver ran through you at his gravelly voice stealing the air in your throat. You did as he said, as much as you could, and hoped it’d be good enough for him. His fingertips lowered, beginning to run up and down the curves of your hip bones. The close proximity of his fingers to your core was starting to make you dizzy. You sucked in a harsh breath when his hands traveled further down to massage your thighs. His fingers were diligent and determined with their placement and tempo, using his thumb to rub tight circles into the flesh of your upper inner thigh. There’s no way he couldn’t feel you nearly vibrating under his touch, and you had to restrain yourself from grabbing his hand to put him where you needed him the most.

You felt his lips curl into a sinister smile against your neck. “What’s wrong princess?” He asked condescendingly. “Am I not helping you relax?”

“No, no. You are.” You almost stutter out, trying to sound as confident as possible.

“Hm.” He hummed, gliding his fingers up the inner side of your thigh. “I wonder… what you do when you get all wound up like this when I’m away?” There was an edge to his question that erased any indication of genuine curiosity.

Your eyes widened at the question and your mind went fuzzy blank. “Well…I…um.” Was all you could get out, pathetically.

“Oh, c’mon baby.” He lowered himself to just below your ear. “Use your words for me. Tell me what you do.”

Your heart felt like it was colliding against your ribcage incessantly while simultaneously pooling your rampant pulse in your clit. “I-I,” You took a breath in a feeble attempt to steady your breathing. “I touch myself.” You blurted out, knowing it was both the truth and what he wanted to hear.

You didn’t need to look at him to know how wide and proud his smirk was.

“Good girl.” He hummed. “Why don’t you show me where you do that?”

Your eyes widened once again, this time swallowing all the saliva available in your mouth. Hesitantly, you reached out beneath the water and took hold of his wrist, bringing it between your legs. “Here.”

He used his hand to slowly cover and cup your core before carefully running his fingers through you. You wanted to whine at the small sensation but knew how pathetic you’d sound. “Thank you for showing me baby.” He acknowledged your obedience. “But I want you to show me exactly what you do.”

You’d show him anything at that point to keep his fingers on you, so you nodded and covered his hand with your own. You guided him to your clit that was buzzing and begging for his attention. Your middle and ring fingers pressed into his and prompted them to start moving in circular motions.

“Mmm.” He pressed a kiss to your neck before nipping at the skin like a predator taste-tasting his meal. “That feels good doesn’t it?”

Your head lulled itself on his shoulder, already getting lost in the pleasure blooming at his fingertips. “Mhm.” You mumbled with drooping eyelids.

He took control of the movements almost instantly, starting a display of one of his many talents. He let you savor his actions for a bit, knowing that the further gone you were, the more pliable you’d be in his hands. “Is this all you do baby? Or is there somewhere else you touch?” He asked already knowing the answer, just wanting you to say it.

His plan worked, as it always did, and you were nothing but an obedient ragdoll for him now. Every cell in your body wanted to bend to him – he had magic in his touch, you were completely certain of it.

Without any verbal response you just guided his working hand down to your entrance. That’s all the convincing he needed and carefully slipped two fingers into you. He let out a small, low groan the feeling of how tight you were around his fingers. You could feel his already hardening cock throb against your lower back. The sensation of his member against your skin while he was using his fingers to fuck you was bittersweet because now all you wanted was his cock filling you up instead.

“God you’re so fucking tight.” He nearly growled against your throat. “I’m gonna miss burying myself in your pretty cunt.”

You felt like you could disintegrate into thin air from how good you felt – yeah, his fingers working magic was one thing, but his words melted you completely. Being complimented and wanted, no – needed – by him was a high that no orgasm could ever touch.

“I need your cock, Nicky please.” You whined without caring how desperate you sounded. “Please, I need you.”

“Oh bunny, you know better than to rush me.” He tsked before moving to do something you didn’t expect. He kept his one hand fucking his fingers in and out of you rhythmically while curling in ever so slightly but brought the other back down on your throbbing clit.

A gasp left your mouth as he effortlessly used both hands to fuck you in the most delicious way. You had already been close just from his fingers curling right into your sensitive spot but now with his fingers rolling against your nub you were seconds from oblivion.

“Fuck.” You spat out urgently. “Fuck, fuck, I’m close – s-so fucking close.” You whimpered out, squeezing your eyes closed trying to keep from coming undone before you were allowed. “Fuck baby, please let me cum. Please can I cum?”

All he did was hum an “mhm” against your neck before you were seeing stars. Tingles seared across your body and your walls pulsed around his fingers.

“That’s it, cum all over my fingers like the good girl you are.”

The praise only intensified the orgasm, causing your back to arch from him. Your face lulled into the crevice of his neck letting him vividly hear all the noises you were making for him. Nick loved your noises as much as you loved his words – he made a mental note to record you next time so he could have something on the road. He could get off on the sound of you alone.

He gently pulled his fingers from you and slowly tapered his action on your clit, but not completely. He retained an agonizingly slow pace on your now overly sensitive nub. He kept the pace slow enough so it wouldn’t be uncomfortable for long until you started to feel good again.

You felt him reaching beside you for something but were too fucked out to pay attention. “Tell me baby, have you ever used this to help relax?” His voice was buttery smooth like blue suede.

Your brows furrowed above your closed eyelids, wondering what he was referencing. When you blinked your eyes open, they rounded to see him holding the detachable showerhead and was suddenly grateful for the extra-long cord you’d opted for. You shook your head and answered honestly. “No.” You’d always been curious but never actually tried.

Nicholas was an expert at knowing when you were lying so he believed you. “Here.” He tenderly scooped up your hand, cupping it in his own like a spoon. With a flick of his other thumb on the showerhead, a crazed stream of patterned water jutted from it. He brought it to the hand he was holding and let the stream hit your palm. “Is that too strong?” He questioned genuinely wanting to know your comfort level.

As much as the strength of the water inspired some more flurries in your core, you nodded shyly. “Too strong.” It was typical for your responses to become minimal once you entered any level of subspace. Having that amount of trust to even fall into that headspace was a luxury you only ever found with Nick. Trusting him was easier than you’d like to admit, it came as naturally as breathing air into your lungs.

“Okay.” His thumb spun the filter onto another setting. “How about this one?” He questioned even though he figured it would be a no since it was thin streams of water lining an empty tunnel.

That one made you giggle and shake your head since it obviously wouldn’t provide much pressure. Nick smiled at your adorable giggle, filling his chest with so much warmth and love, he had no idea what to do with it all. He pressed a kiss to your head before flipping to another setting.

A perfectly tempered stream danced in your palm – not too strong, not too weak, and the jet pattern was an enticing rhythm. You bit down on your bottom lip and nodded. “Good.”

Nick’s free hand found your tummy, pressing it flat against your stomach and slid down painfully slow between your legs. Your breath caught in your throat at the anticipation of his touch. He tenderly spread your legs further apart before using his fingers to spread your lips apart, baring you open so that the jet stream of water could land precisely where it was needed.

“Now sweetheart,” He began. “You were so good for me. You did as I asked, you used your words, you asked for permission.” He lowered the shower head into the water, and you felt the jet stream hit your thigh. It was stronger than you expected and suddenly both fear and excitement pooled in your core. “I want you to know that this is a reward. This is what good girls get. Do you understand?”

Your cheeks grew warm, and your breath hitched in your throat at his words. Before you had time to properly prepare, the strong pressure of the stream pummeled into your sensitive nub. You let out a loud squeak as intense pleasure coarsed your body and down your limbs.

“Baby. I asked you a question. Do you understand that I’m allowing you to feel this good? That this is a privilege?”

Your hands gripped his thighs at each side of you and nodded your head enthusiastically, “Yes sir, I do.” You barely got your words out past your heavy breathing.

He smiled against your neck, “That’s my girl. My best girl. Now what do you say?”

Your heart flooded with lovey pride and your brain filled with nothing but him. He encompassed your very being, every cell of your composition belonged to him. “Thank you.” Your head fell back on his shoulder as he brought the shower head closer to your cunt, only intensifying the pressure. “Thank you, thank you.” You repeated like a prayer.

“God, I can’t wait to fill that pretty pussy up with my cock.” The end of his words resembled something like a growl.

His evident need for you went straight to your stomach, helping to weave a knot that was ready to snap. You were surprised you’d lasted this long since this was easily one of the best feeling you’d ever felt. Knowing that something as convenient as a shower head held so much power was dangerous, especially now that you associated it directly with him.

The jet propulsion on your clit was deliciously brutal, each wave hitting you harder than the last as your sensitivity increased. Your legs began to tremble from the sheer amount of pleasure building up in your body begging for release. “Nicky.” You heaved out while your fingers dug into his thighs. “I can’t hold it, please.” Your request drenched in utter desperation. “Please let me cum, I need to cum baby please.”

Nicholas hummed at the request, mulling it over in his head. If this were any other day, under any other circumstances, he’d string out your orgasm as far as he wanted, but it was a day of relaxation after all.

“Go ahead,” He whispered, bringing the shower head just a tiny bit closer to nudge you over the edge. “Cum for me, will you? And don’t fight it okay? I wanna hear you.”

And with that, another orgasm blinded you, this one ripping through you more violently than the last. Your entire body was in sparking, euphoric bliss. Curses, screams and moans poured from your throat, all laced with his name.

“Oh, that’s it princess, let it all out for me.”

And you did just that. He kept the stream on your bud through your high and somewhere between his grainy voice talking you through and your overstimulation, another wave of pleasure washed over you. Your throat grew sore from your incessant noises that now probably sounded like gibberish sprinkled with his name.

He slowly drew the metal shower head away from your core to carefully lull you from your high. You were nothing but a heaving, shakey, fucked out mess in his grasp.

“Good job baby.” He pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “You did so good for me.”

A lazy smile spread across your lips and nodded slightly. His warmth was the only thing tethering you to reality.

He let you recover from your orgasms before moving on. His hands found your hips once more and pressed you against him. You felt his own arousal thick and hard against your lower back and it reminded you of the ache between your legs that only he could fill.

“You wanna turn around for me baby?”

While you felt like utter mush in his hands, his offer sparked the potential of having him inside you, and that was something you didn’t plan to pass up on. You nodded and shifted around in the water, letting the liquid slosh around tub even spilling out a bit unintentionally. “Oops.” You giggled.

“Hi angel.” He says softly with a crooked smile painted across his lips the second his eyes meet yours. Sure, he held the reigns in the bedroom and most other areas of your relationship, but it was no secret that you were the one with complete control over him. You made him weak in ways he never imagined being, he would give you anything you wanted if you just batted your lashes at him. He was putty in your hands, and he loved it.

He looked so beautiful, and you suddenly felt scammed knowing that you had your back to him looking like that the whole time. His raven hair had fallen from the makeshift bun from the couch and was now splayed over his shoulders, the ends now damp and pointy. You couldn’t wait one more second without his lips on yours, so you scooped up his face in both hands and met his lips with yours. You broke the kiss to press your forehead against his, wanting to engulf yourself fully in his stormy eyes. “I love you.” You whispered.

“I love you too.” He replied matching your whisper. His hands found your hips again, pulling you towards him – not out of desire to intensify the moment, but simply to have you closer. “God, I love you more than anything.”

Peachy pink dusted your cheeks and the smile that his words brought to your lips was embarrassingly wide. You shied away from him and shook your head, “You’re being silly.” Out of all the grand things in his life, you were sure that you were the least exciting or interesting part.

His hand trailed warm water up your arm to pick up your chin, “I’d never joke about that.” His thumb grazed over your cheekbone, cupping your cheek. “I’m so grateful for the patience you’ve given me, given us. You might be the best thing to ever stumble into my life.”

Every atom in your body begged to mesh with him. It only took one exchanged look between you two for your bodies to rearrange so you could sit on his lap. Your lips collided, followed by a messy display of clashing teeth and hungry tongues. Your passion was fueled only by the blind love you had for him and your desire to prove that his love for you was warranted. Your fingers tangled into the base of his dark hair, tugging at it slightly needing every bit of him entwined with your very molecules. He kept one hand on your hip while the other held tangled in your own wet hair.

As much as you wanted to keep telling him how much you loved him, you couldn’t bear to break away from him even for a second. If you couldn’t tell him, you’d show him.

You rutted your hips up his thighs until you felt the base of his member rest against your bare cunt. He let a groan out into the kiss at the feeling of you against him. One of your hands fell from his hair to his length, your fingers instinctually molded around the silky soft flesh. It never ceased to impress you at just how big he was and no matter how many times you’d had him it never eased the ache of taking him.

His sizeable cock was decorated with bulging veins from the blood that coursed through him. Even though your fingers had grown to be expertly familiar with his anatomy, you still loved exploring him, tracing each vein with your fingertips. This earned you another grunt from somewhere deep in his chest and you pridefully smiled against the kiss.

You finally gave him what you knew he wanted, wrapping a hand around this girth and began palming him slowly. His member had a delicious upward curve to it that helped to reach the deepest and most sensitive part of you. Your mouth was watering at just the feeling of him in your hand – in that moment you could’ve sworn that you would do absolutely anything to have it inside you. It was not a want, but a carnal need.

He finally had enough and pulled from the kiss, “Baby, please.” He breathed out against your lips, his love drunk eyes heavy with lust as he looked up at you. “I need your pussy.” His chest rose and fell in time with yours, needing you just as badly as you needed him.

You nodded quickly against him before lifting yourself up enough to hover over him. Regardless of how much you wanted it, you still had to mentally prepare yourself for the initial pain. Nick helped align himself with your entrance while keeping a supportive hand on your hip bone. You exhaled a deep breath.

Sensing your hesitation, he gave your hip a small squeeze, “You can take it baby, just go nice and slow. We have all the time in the world.” He reassured you, letting you set the pace.

You nodded and carefully began to sink down on him. A hiss escaped your mouth at the way his width stretched you open. Your hand fell to his shoulder for support as you struggled to pull yourself further down.

Nicholas’ eyes couldn’t soak you up enough, he was mesmerized at the sight of you. He wished he could burn it into his brain. “God, you look so fucking pretty taking my cock.”

His compliment only made you more determined to push past the pain and discomfort. When you felt your cervix land on his tip you knew that was as far as you could take him. While you couldn’t reach his base fully, you were still surprised and proud of yourself for being able to take so much of him in that position.

He let out a low groan at the feeling of your cunt tightly enveloping his cock. “You feel so fucking good.”

You expelled a breath then swirled your hips with him still deep inside you. The goal was to adjust to his size before riding him. The stretch burned but you knew it’d sweeten once you started moving.

The way he gazed up at you made you weak and your body gave into him, falling into the crook of his neck. You began placing open mouth kisses on his tattooed throat while your hips started swiveling on him. Light, airy moans tumbled from you lips and onto his neck. His hands gripped your hips tighter, letting out a grunt from somewhere deep in his chest.

“Fuck,” He groaned, letting his head fall back into the ledge of the tub. “I need you to move baby, I need more.”

You nodded quickly, needing it just as badly. Your hands slipped off him to stabilize yourself on the porcelain ledge. It gave you enough balance to raise your hips up almost fully, before dropping them where he filled you the fullest.

“That’s it, you’re doing so good.” He groaned out, his eyes droopy and drunken by only his love for you.

The praise helped motivate you to keep going even though the stretch burned. But you got to control the pace and the depth you could handle – although part of you wished he did have control so that he would forego any hindrances and use you up fully.

You gained momentum on him, bouncing up and down on his cock. Water splashed everywhere, over the ledge and all over the floor but that was the furthest thing on your mind. The room was filled with moans, grunts and cursed from both of you. You felt the knot beginning to form in your tummy as did he. But his surprises weren’t done yet.

He reached over to where he’d placed the shower head, easily flipping it on to the previous setting. Your eyes rounded as he began to lower it towards the water and you shook your head vigorously. “No, no, no.” You cried. “I won’t last, please, no.”

His other hand drifted down your spine with a feather light touch. “Well, that’s the point sweetheart.” He hummed. “Don’t you wanna cum again for me baby?” He questioned patronizingly. You knew that tone and you knew it meant it wouldn’t be as easy as he was eluding.

He continued his actions and aimed the powerful stream of water directly at your clit. A jolt of pure electricity zipped up your spine and down your thighs. Your entire body shuddered at the sudden and intense sensation. Your fingertips curled into his skin, surely branding claw marks into his flesh. “God, fuck.” You exclaimed loudly, barely able to move.

“Now, baby, remember that cumming is a privilege remember? I could very well leave you all worked up with your pretty pussy clenching around nothing if you misbehave.” He warned. “Do you understand?”

You nodded quickly, slipping your tongue between your lips. But that of course wasn’t enough for him.

His hand tightened on your hip and brought the shower head a bit closer to heighten the sensation. “I believe I asked you a question darling.” His voice deep and raspier than normal. “Do you understand? You know I need to hear it.”

“Yes,” You shuddered out. “Yes, sir. I understand.” You couldn’t seem to catch your breath, the air in your lungs completely vacant. Your heart thumped so hard against your ribcage you thought it might shatter and burst in front of him and splinter his own chest.

“Good girl.” He praised. “Now, I don’t remember telling you that you could stop moving.”

You whined in near agony, squeezing your eyes shut and slowly beginning your movements again. “Fuck.” You lulled your head back, buzzing pleasure spreading through every bit of you.

“Faster.” He commanded. “Or I’m gonna make this very unpleasant for you.”

His sweetness was long gone and replaced by the Nick you had grown very familiar with. You’d never guess by his normal relaxed and reserved demeanor that he’d have this overwhelming dominance in bed, but you loved it. It was as though something in him would take over, like he’d try to fight it to stay sweet and romantic, but it rarely lost the fight. It was thrilling to watch his internal battle; you’d seen it so often that you had memorized the shift in his eyes and subtle change in his cadence.

You rarely chose to challenge his threats and today was no different, So, you began lifting and dropping your hips against his lap, taking in fully – or as much as you could anyway. His free hand slithered up your side to cup your breast, kneading the plump flesh in his grasp. His stare couldn’t seem to stay on any solid one part of you, darting from your tits bouncing as you moved, to your face contorting with the overwhelming pleasures you were experiencing, to down where you were connecting with him. He looked at you the way people look at monuments or ancient architecture. He didn’t care about a single other wonder in the world because he was convinced you were the only one in existence. You were an art museum to him, every single installation he could study for hours and never grow bored of your beauty and the delicate nature of your soul. He was utterly infatuated with and devoted to you.

It became difficult to continue riding him without getting sloppy from another orgasm building quickly in your stomach. Your clit was buzzing and threatening to tip you over the edge at any moment. The way he filled you up only made it worse – being full of him made the time without him even more empty. You’d never had someone fill you up so much, he made it hard to even clench around him. It was an incredible experience and one that would make having anyone else subpar. He had set the bar so high that it made it impossible for anyone else to measure up to him. If he ever decided he’d had enough of you, you’d spend the rest of your days seeking bits of him in anyone you ever let touch you. He’d certainly haunt you worse than phantom ever could.

Thankfully, from the way his cock throbbed and bounced inside you, told you that he was getting close too. Your heart thumped so hard in your throat that you questioned if you’d even be able to speak.

“I-I’m close.” You whimpered out. “Can I cum?”

He tsked at the request. “Now baby, I taught you better that. You’re forgetting my favorite word. Try again.”

Your palms dug into his chest at his rebuttal. “Fuck.” You closed your eyes attempting to stave off your orgasm. “Fuck, please.” You begged. “God, fuck, please, I need to cum. Please can I cum?”

“Hm.” He feigned a thought. “No, not yet. Hold it.”

You shook your head vigorously, “No, no, no, please I can’t. I won’t make it, I’m so close. I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop it.”

“You can and you will.” He said simply. “And if you don’t, you don’t wanna know how much you’ll regret it.”

His face was serious, but you could tell that the excitement was growing in his belly too. You swore that he thrived over your desperation, he loved seeing you squirm and bringing to the edge of your limits. It was sadistic the way he was fueled by your anguish. You don’t know if you’d ever admit it, but you enjoyed being commanded and used like a plaything. Being at his mercy was a thrill you loved chasing, especially knowing he’d always catch you.

You scrunched your eyes closed and bore down on your teeth holding on to the tattered thread left holding you on to your sanity. “Fuck.” You breathed out. It was almost painful how your sensitive nub throbbed beneath the powerful stream of water and how tight the knot in your tummy had grown. His tip assaulting your cervix intensified everything and overbearing pleasure was looming merely seconds way from shattering your resolve. “Fuck, fuck.” You whined. “Fuck, please, please let me cum, I need it so bad. Please I don’t want to disobey you but I’m so close, I need to cum, please – fuck, I can’t hold it, fuck fuck, please can I cum?” Your pathetic groveling was a pitiful display, but it was one that Nicholas could barely handle himself. He could get off from the hymns of your desperation alone.

“Fuck I love when you sound like that.” He groaned. “Fine baby, cum all over my fucking cock.” If he hadn’t been so close himself, he surely would’ve stretched out the torture.

As if you needed anymore help, he brought the shower head even closer. The heightened sensation instantly blinded you, causing your entire body shudder as sparking euphoria bloomed from your core. This orgasm was more powerful than the others due to the delayed pleasure and his length hitting your sensitive spot directly. The moans and curses that left your mouth were vulgar and smeared with the unholy devotion you had for him. Every cell in your body belonged to him just as he demanded it.

Your walls tightly clenching around him was his tipping point. “God, you look so fucking good with my cock so deep inside you.” He growled, gripping your hip hard enough to leave bruises behind. “Fuck baby you’re gonna make me cum.”

You were too lost in your own bliss to really hear what he said until you felt his length twitch inside you followed by his warm seed filling your core. If you weren’t so overspent, the feeling alone could’ve sent you into another orgasm – but seeing as you were still working through your own, you weren’t that concerned about it.

As you both came floating down from your highs, he flipped off the shower head and set it to the side ledge. You had fallen on his chest while your heaving chests rose and fell in time with each other’s. His fingertips raked through the slightly damp hair of your scalp. You purred and smiled at the affection gesture.

He grinned at the reaction, “I love you.” His buttery words fell from his lips in a tone just above a whisper.

Nick would never admit it, but he was extremely talented at almost anything he ever picked up. If he gave it a good honest try, it wouldn’t take long for it to become second nature. He never imagined that there would be anything in the world that would come easier than a graphite pencil or tattoo gun or almost any instrument he picked up. He knew his tattoo gun and his favorite guitar like the back of his hand and while he’d never fully believe it, he already knew you that way too. As with everything else, just because he was a master-of-all didn’t mean there were never any bumps or challenges or hardships – pencils snap, tattoo guns malfunction, and sometimes strings don’t want to tune just how you want them - above all else, Nicholas knew that the most. He knew the best things in life were never easy, but that never stopped him before and it certainly wasn’t going to stop him now.

“I love you too.” You muttered sleepily into the crook of his neck.

The satisfaction of inking a particularly difficult design or mastering a challenging new riff could never compare to the feeling he got from hearing you say those words.

“C’mon, let’s get you dry and warm.” He gently patted your hip and you nodded, using every bit of strength in your body to sit yourself upright.

Nicholas was incredible in his element. It’s one thing to be able to take control sexually, but it’s a whole other thing to be able take gentle control outside of that – and he did, effortlessly. He carefully pulled you off him and got you standing on your feet. He only allowed the air conditioning to dance on your skin for a millisecond before he wrapped a big fluffy towel around you. You tugged the terrycloth fabric so tight against your skin that you were sure you’d have imprints of the threads embedding into your skin. When you lifted your leg over the porcelain, you felt the familiar ache between your thighs that always came from loving him. It wasn’t the worst you’d felt, since you had set the pace, but the water supplied no lubrication, and you were definitely feeling the repercussions.

Nick wrapped a towel around his waist and unplugged the bath drain. When he finally made his way back over to you. When you were both barefoot it really emphasized just how much he actually towered over you. The water droplets glistening across his tan, inked skin made him look like a work of art. Your eyes traced his collarbones and landed on the thorny pendent you were fidgeting with before.

“Oh yeah, before I forget.” You didn’t realize what he was doing until he pulled the necklace from neck and gently draped it over your head. It landed way longer on your chest but it didn’t matter. Your fingers found the pendent and immediately rubbed it for comfort.

“I can’t take this.” You claimed, but the smile that had already made home on your face said otherwise.

He smiled and took your jaw into one hand and placed his other hand over yours covering the necklace. “I’ll always be with you now. If you miss me or get anxious just squeeze it, and I’ll be right there with you. Okay?”

Tears burned your eyes, but you were determined to keep it together, the last thing you wanted to do was cry in front of him naked and shivering. You nodded quickly, “Thank you.” You whispered, hiding a sniffle.

“You’re welcome baby.” He said and placed a quick kiss to your forehead.

He gently grasped your shoulders giving them a little rub to warm you up before guiding you back into the bedroom. The edges of his lips dipped into a frown the second he noticed your limping.

“Oh baby, did I hurt you? I knew we should’ve gotten out of the bath-” He always began to panic ramble if he thought he might’ve hurt you or not taken care of you properly.

You giggled at his worrisome nature and placed a finger over his lips. “It’s okay, really.” You reassured and watched his anxiety disappear. “But it does hurt.” Your lips pulled together in a pout. “Fix it?”

A small smile pulled across his lips and he nodded knowing exactly what that meant.

The time after with Nicholas somehow always felt more intimate. He was driven to love you the best way he knew how, and you relished in the safety he wrapped you in. No matter how rough he got in bed, afterwards he always handled you like a freshly plucked gardenia. He was convinced that if he even grabbed you the wrong way you’d crumble. But he loved it, he was sure that if he was put on this earth to do one thing, it was to take care of you.

After applying some numbing cream where you ached the most and getting you into some fresh pajamas, you were finally exactly where you wanted to be. You were tucked right into Nick’s side, cozy under the covers, sharing a pint of pistachio ice cream while watching reruns of your favorite mutual comfort show.

You looked up at him when he laughed at something silly in the show and the glow from the tv illuminated his features beautifully through the darkness. In that moment, he gave you every bit of reassurance you needed to handle him being gone. You were his and he was yours, and as long as you loved him, he’s always come home to you if you let him.

He glanced down at you, catching you in your admiring stare. The edges of his lips pulled taut into a wide, toothy smile.

“Bob’s Burgers is over there you know.” He teased, tilting his head across the room.

You giggled and burrowed your face into his chest. “You’re much more entertaining.”

He chuckled in disbelief, “Am I?”

“Mhm.” You hummed, getting sleepy the second your head touched his chest.

He laughed softly and precariously plucking the empty pint of pistachio from your dozing grasp to put on the bedside table. He pulled you closer to him and tugged the fluffy duvet higher to cover you both.

Before you let sleep envelope you, you felt his fingers tenderly massaging your scalp. “I love you.” He whispered.

“I love you too, Nicholas.” You hummed back lovingly, nuzzling into his chest.

Taglist; @neverknoah @lma1986 @baddestomens @deathblacksmoke @philomenie @blacksoul-27 @thcfountain

A/N; Thank you so much for reading, i hope you liked it, lmk if you did<3

[starvingarsyn]

Ok ok ok hear me out (I’m sure it’s been done before but *shrug* )

You’re in a secretive relationship with a certain member of BO ( whether it’s bc you’re the sister of one of the members, work for them, or just like privacy)

Spending your most intimate times in the middle of the night when everyone is asleep.

But unbeknownst you either of you, someone catches on/catches y’all in the act without y’all noticing, and instead of confronting y’all, they play a lil game.

The third party tries to hook y/n up with a friend, but when they object, super sleuth starts to interrogate why they would turn the opportunity down.

Y/N gets all nervous, can’t think of a valid excuse, chokes up, but then the secret bf just says “fuck it” and intervenes basically laying it all out in the table.

Super Sleuth is like “I fuckin knew it” 😏 but the rest of the members/crew are like 😱 “we had no idea but good for y’all, we ship it”

*commence later-on smut*

And then after, everyone is like “ we said we don’t mind y’all being together but that doesn’t mean we wanna hear it”

And then everyone lives happily ever after.

[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

[dollieomens]

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.

[circle-with-me]

Sweet Nothing - Nicholas Ruffilo x Reader

Pairing: Nicholas Ruffilo x reader

Warnings: none. very fluffy :)

Word Count: 1k

Tag list: @deathblacksmoke @concretenoah @malice-ov-mercy @sitkowski @meekahy @cookiesupplier @lacktoesandtoddlerants @sammyjoeee @collective-heartbreak @agravemisstake @catharsis-in-darkness @unicornfairytail @0fth34byss @to-be-written @collapsedglasshouses @itsafullmoon

You prop your elbow up on the window of your car bringing your hand to your face to massage your temples. Traffic on the highway was backed up, as if your day hadn’t been bad enough, and your tension headache was getting worse. You honk your horn at the person in front of you knowing it wasn’t going to accomplish anything but it let out some steam. The two of you exchange rude gestures and you groan, scrubbing your hands over your face.

All you wanted was your bed and Nick.

The front door closes behind you and you're immediately met with a mouthwatering aroma. All of the stress from work had left your appetite lacking but you couldn’t deny Nick’s cooking. As you step closer to the kitchen, you hear Sinatra softly playing and even softer still, he’s humming.

You stand in the open doorway and observe him. His raven black hair is pulled into a messy bun. Perched on his nose, one of your favorite things about him are his black rimmed glasses. He pushes them on top of his head when the steam of the pasta hits them, causing them to fog up.

Anyone else would be annoyed by such a thing but not Nick. He stands there with a content smile, continuously humming and cooking without a care in the world. You desperately wish you could be as laid back as he is. He’s your safe person. The one thing you know you can rely on. Just being in his presence relaxes every muscle in your body.

Nick turns around, his eyes lighting up at the sight of you. He wipes his hands on the kitchen towel draped over his shoulder and moves towards you. Both hands cup your face as he leans in to place a delicate kiss on your lips. He pulls back and smiles fondly, caressing your cheek with his thumb.

“Welcome home, my love.”

His face drops when he sees the red splotches on your face from where you’ve been crying. You shake your head, unable to tell him what happened without your voice breaking. He understands immediately, wrapping you in his arms and kissing your head.

Nick lets you melt into his arms and stays there with you, silent and without any need for discussion. You’ll tell him when you’re ready and he has all of the time in the world. He hums “I’ve Got You Under My Skin” softly in your ear. He rocks you gently to the music, and pretty soon you’re swaying together.

The buzzing in your ear from his chest vibrating eases the pressure in your chest. The hand that isn’t clasping yours tightly strokes your back. You let out a sigh of relief and you feel Nick smile as he kisses your temple.

“Why don’t you go take a long hot shower while I finish dinner? We can eat in the living room and watch your favorite movie.”

You murmur an “okay” but don’t move, wanting to enjoy his warmth for a moment longer. Nick delicately reminds you that he’s cooking pasta, mentioning what happened the last time you distracted him from cooking. Suddenly remembering the burnt noodle incident you blush and quickly turn on your heel towards the stairs. Nick chuckles at your hasty exit, snapping you with the towel.

“For what it’s worth!” He yells up the stairs, a smile clear in his tone. “It was totally worth losing the pot over.”

You return to the kitchen later, clean and significantly less tense thanks to the scalding hot water of the shower. Nick compliments your pajama choice, an oversized band t-shirt and white cotton shorts with cherries on them. The shorts are his favorite because he loves playing with the frilly trim at the bottom, the tips of his fingers lightly brushing against the top of your thighs. Naturally, you wore them all the time so he would do just that.

Nick hands you a plate of food with a smile and a kiss on the forehead. He tells you that everything is set up in the living room and he’ll be in shortly. The plate in your hand nearly falls to the floor when you walk into the living room.

Nearly every pillow and blanket in the house was on the floor in front of the couch forming a makeshift bed for the two of you. A huge tent made out of bed sheets was covering the couch and most of your little pallet area. Gold twinkling lights were strung across the tent. A few lit candles were placed safely on the mantle. It all completely took your breath away.

“What do you think?” Nick whispers in your ear. You jump, nearly dropping your plate again. He wraps an arm around you and kisses your cheek, nuzzling you as he waits for a response.

“It’s wonderful, Nick.” You lean against him. “Thank you.”

Another kiss is planted on your cheek and he moves his hand to your lower back guiding you to your spot for the evening. Nick turns on Labyrinth and you eat your dinner together, singing the songs together and reciting every line. After you finish eating, you sit your plates on the coffee table that had been pushed to the side of the room. Dishes can wait until later. You settle into Nick’s arms, tucking your head underneath his chin.

As the night passes, you end up lying on your back with your head in his lap opening up about your day. Initially your story is all hands and theatrics, going on about a particularly frustrating coworker. When you get too worked up, he carefully takes your hands and places kisses on each knuckle. It was his extraordinary Nicky way of saying “calm down, I’m here.” You take a deep breath and collect yourself, continuing.

The endearing smile on his face as he listens intently almost makes you forget what you’re talking about. You can be your most vulnerable self with him without fear of judgment. His blue eyes have never once regarded you in any way other than tenderness and understanding. As you continue, the tattooed hand making gentle passes through your hair soothes your worry.

Eventually, you drift into silence. It’s comfortable. Relaxing. You hear his breathing change and see that he’s fallen asleep, his head shifted to one side. You’ll wake him up soon enough to lazily drag yourselves to your room for the evening. For now, you’ll lie here and thank whatever deity exists that this man chose you.

[artificialstardust]

Noah Sebastian

Needy Noah with a Crow Girlfriend Noah THOTS- 1, 2 Noah THOUGHTS- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7 Best Friend Noah- 1 Inexperienced Sudden Desire Noah x Diabetic Reader Moodboard

Noah as IV from Sleep Token

Apparition

Nicholas Ruffilo

Roommate Ruffilo

Nicholas x Hard of Hearing Reader

Jolly Karlsson

Teach me

Jolly x Reader with Rare Blood Disease

Casual Dominance

Nick Folio

Nick THOUGHTS- 1, 2, 3 Puck You

Nick as Ghost Face

Dad Folio Headcannons

Matt Dierkes

Matt THOTS- 1, 2

Best Friend Matt HC

Bad Omens

Noah and Folio THOT

[mischievous-mayhem-is-upon-you]

More date vibes with Nicky

[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.

[bcd4rkside]

A Night In With Nicholas

⚠️ Fluff, Mentions of feeling stressed

Rain pattered against the now closed front door as you set your umbrella down in the corner. You had been on your way home from work as the rain began beating down on the pavement harshly. You cursed to yourself quietly, the frustration of the day already souring your mood.

Fumbling around for your key and getting the door unlocked took entirely too long, the entire process being hindered by the fact you only had one hand. Eventually you managed to get the door open, shaking the rain droplets from your umbrella before staggering into the house. You immediately dropped your umbrella in the corner and began shrugging off your jacket. Only when your shoes were off did you take a moment to just stand, taking the time to soak in the cosy warmth of the house and the scent of freshly cooked food filling your nose.

You were about to call out when Nicholas poked his head through the kitchen door, smiling brightly as soon as he saw you. You shuffled into the kitchen, a small smile gracing your lips at the sight of him. His hair was pulled back into a messy bun and the apron he wore was smattered with a red sauce.

“Hey, how was work today?” he asked as he rummaged around in the fridge. You groaned at the question, your head falling into your hands at the reminder of how your day had gone.

“Horrible. It seems like everyone forgot how to speak to staff working in retail nicely today.” you muttered glancing back up as he triumphantly pulled a packet of cheese from the fridge. You smiled softly as you watched him sprinkle the cheese on top of what he’d made.

“Well I hope that this could be the start of a good evening at least.” he said as he placed a steaming bowl of pasta in front of you, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your head as he did so.

You immediately dug in, the rich tomatoey sauce coating your tastebuds. You always insisted on cooking because you loved it yet in moments like this, you remembered just how much you also loved Nicholas’s cooking. He smiled as he sat down, placing his own bowl in front of him.

“The pasta is ok then I take it?” he chuckled, his smile only widening in amusement as you nodded eagerly causing some sauce to flick up onto your nose. He leaned over, gently brushing your nose with his thumb making your heart flutter at how gentle he was. He was always so careful with you but it never made you feel like you were breakable. It instead made you feel cherished and cared for in a way you had never before him.

The rest of dinner was eaten in a comfortable silence, both of you content with just listening to the sound of rain smacking against the window. Only the sound of Nicholas’ chair scraping against the floor as he stood broke the calm. You watched as he gathered up the dishes and moved the pans towards the sink.

“Let me do that!” you protested, frowning when he shooed you away. You opened your mouth to protest, the words dying on your tongue as you saw Nicholas’ stubborn expression. Reluctantly you sat back down, watching with a frown. Nicholas let out a small chuckle when he saw your pouty expression.

“It's ok, I’ll clean up. You’ve had a long enough day and I want to make sure that you get the relaxation time that you deserve” he said, poking you gently on the nose. You giggled as you tried to blow the bubbles off your nose before eventually giving in and wiping them off with your sleeve.

“Go sit on the couch for a minute, I'll be right back," he said, tucking your hair behind your ear before running his fingers over your cheek tenderly. You pressed a soft kiss to the base of his thumb before wandering off to go sit for a moment. As you sat there waiting, it dawned on you just how tired you were as you fought to keep your eyes from closing. Finally, you were jolted from your sleepy haze by soft footsteps and a warm hand on your shoulder. You cracked your eyes open to see Nicholas looking down at you fondly.

“Come on I’ve run you a bath” he whispered as he carefully pulled you to your feet. You followed him up the stairs into the bathroom, fingers linked together. The bathroom was filled with the scent of your favourite bubble bath and you noticed your favourite pair of pyjamas hung over the towel rack. You turned around, tears filling your eyes standing on your tiptoes to press a gentle kiss to his lips.

“Thank you. It’s perfect.” you whispered, your heart soaring as Nicholas’ entire face lit up with joy. The fact that he’d planned all of this without knowing you’d had a bad day only made you fall for him even more.

You slowly began removing your clothes, shivering as the cool air nipped at your now exposed skin. Stepping into the bathtub, you let out a content sigh. The water wasn't hot enough to burn you but plenty warm enough to start relaxing the muscles in your body. You glanced at Nicholas, expecting to see him getting ready to join you. Instead you saw him sitting next to the tub on a cushion, your favourite book in his hand. He gave you a sheepish smile before flipping to the first page.

You sat back, letting the words wash over you as you felt the strain of the day finally melt away. The low murmur of Nicholas’ voice continued to soothe you, as he read the familiar words aloud. You barely registered your eyes slipping closed once again until a gentle hand began petting your head softly.

“Wake up sweetheart, let's get you to bed.” you heard him whisper as you felt yourself being lifted into a sitting position. You gripped his hands tightly as you stepped out of the tub. A warm, fluffy towel was draped around you almost instantly, shielding you from the cool air of the bathroom. You let out a small noise of surprise as you felt the towel begin to rub against your skin.

“Nick, I can-” you began before being shushed softly. Nicholas looked up at you from where he had knelt down to dry your legs.

“Remember I’m taking care of you tonight? You don’t need to lift a finger just…I want to do this.” he said, his focus turning back to running the towel gently over your skin making sure to catch each droplet of water that clung to you. You watched him work, your heart melting at how determined he was to make sure that you had the calmest evening possible. Once he was satisfied that you were dry enough, he handed you the pyjamas to slip into. Nicholas pressed a soft kiss to the tip of your nose before letting the water drain out of the bathtub.

The faint sound of water draining filled the silence as the pair of you made your way to your bedroom. You let out a dramatic sigh as you flopped down on the bed, watching as Nicholas shimmied out of his day clothes into the pale pink pyjamas you’d bought for him as a joke gift for his birthday. He laughed as you wriggled around a bit before finally managing to get yourself under the covers, finally sliding in next to you once you had settled. He pulled you close to him, his arms wrapping firmly around you as you laid your head on his chest. You both laid there in a comfortable silence, the feeling of Nicholas’ fingers running through your hair slowly lulling you to sleep.

“Hey Nick?” you whispered, as your eyes closed. You heard a soft hum of acknowledgement as you felt yourself being dragged away by sleep.

“Tomorrow I’m going to spend the day taking care of you.”

[spicywhenspeaking]

Bad Omens Valentine’s Day Headcanons ❤️

These are all just my made up little ideas about how the version of them that lives on my mind palace would act! Not at all meant to be taken seriously:)

Under the cut

Noah Sebastian:

makes a home cooked meal

buys flowers from a local florist

Words of affirmation and quality time and physical touch

Gifts expensive chocolate assortment in a heart shaped box

has a record playing when you get home from work

Prays to every god that you’re wear the red lingerie set that makes drives him crazy

Writes a very sappy note in the card he got you and gets an intense blush when you read it

You share a bottle of red wine or a mocktail

You end up going out to see a movie spontaneously but sit in the back row so you can make out

Nicholas Ruffilo:

Believes Valentine’s Day is a corporate holiday but makes you a handmade card with a beautiful note inside

Words of affirmation and quality time

Orders your favorite food on Uber eats

Gifts you comfy new pajamas and expensive skin care that he knows you like but don’t buy offer for yourself

You two split an edible and watch horror movies and eat dinner on the couch

Buys all the Valentine’s Day themed gummy snacks for you to share

End up high and playing a card game but forgetting the rules and laughing so hard you get dizzy for a second and hold onto each other for support

Clumsily climb up the stairs after each other and flop into bed in a cuddled mess arms and legs tangled up together.

Nick Folio:

Loves Valentine’s Day so much

Lots of physical touch and gift giving

Buys you a new Valentine’s Day stuffed animal every year

Gets you an edible arrangement and 12 dozen red roses delivered to your office/job/apartment

Wants to kiss you all day and remind you how beautiful you are and how much he loves you

Appreciates a gift in return (lol) and he gets teary eyed when he reads the note you put in his card

Rents a hotel room for the weekend and went before to decorate with rose petals

You get drunk on champagne together and take a bubble bath

He brought bath paints so you end up making a fun game out of drawling on each others skin until the water runs cold and you dry off and head to bed ;)

Jolly Karlsson:

Very romantic and treats you like a queen

Lots of words of affirmation and affection

Breakfast in bed with homemade pancakes and omelet

Has the whole day planned for you

Takes a cute picture for his instagram to make a sappy post about how much he loves you

Coffee shop date at y’all’s favorite place

Picks out your outfit for dinner including the new lingerie he bought you

Fancy reservations at a nice restaurant

Wants to hold your hand across the table all night

Buys an expensive bottle of wine

Buys you nice ethical jewelry

Ubers home to be responsible

Wants to dance in the candle light when you get home

bad omens Taglist: @cookiesupplier

[darksigns-exe]

if love is a labour - nicholas ruffilo x reader

warnings: none

word count: 564

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The animal sanctuary sounded like a good idea. Not much can go wrong when you’re looking at cute animals with your friends, you reason. 

Obviously, you couldn’t have known that there’d be what feels like a whole school's worth of kids yelling at the top of their lungs. You’d felt pretty good that morning so the slow crawling approach of the overstimulation took you a little by surprise. 

Your hand closes around Nick's forearm. His laughter quiets immediately as his focus shifts to you. It’s a quiet sign that you’ve come up with a while ago. 

“Everything okay?” He asks, leaning in so only you can hear him. 

You shake your head, unable to find the words. 

“Do you want to go back to the hotel or should just find us a quiet spot for a moment?”

You don’t want to leave yet, not when he’s having such a good time with his friends. You know that he’s been looking forward to this since they’d planned the Australia shows. 

“Just a moment.”

“I think I saw a pond with ducks over there.” Nick says quickly, “Do you want to come with me?”

You give him a quiet yes and you can just make out how he tells Matt that you’re heading in a different direction for a moment. 

Nick wraps his hand around yours, giving it a tight, comforting squeeze. He beelines you to a quiet, somewhat sheltered spot by the little lake on the outskirts of the sanctuary. Nick spreads his flannel out on the ground for you to sit on. You know that he’ll insist so you don’t even  try to debate him. 

Nick settles next to you. He knows that you need a little bit of space in moments like this, so he keeps just enough of a distance, but remains within reach of you. You watch as he plucks at the blades of grass beneath you. 

“They’re really loud.” Nick says after a while, “I think I get it now.”

You can’t help but chuckle at the way he says it. 

“You know we could just go back to the hotel.” He continues a few moments later. 

“Do you want to go back?” You finally ask, speaking up for the first time since he’d asked you if you’re okay. 

“I wouldn’t mind it. It’s warm and loud and I’ve seen what I want to see. Also it’s not nearly as fun if you’re not able to enjoy it. Maybe we’ll come here again some time and then we’ll go early in the morning before the school classes get here.” 

You stay for a while longer, before you come to the mutual decision that you want to spend the rest of your afternoon watching on your own. 

Once you’re back in your hotel room, you hop under the shower to wash the sweat and dust off your body. You re-enter your shared room to find that Nick has already made a cosy little space for you on the bed. 

“I ordered us pizza and a few other treats.” Nick says, wrapping you up in a tight hug, “Should be here in a moment and then we can get comfy and watch a couple of movies. I have everything set up already.”

As much as you’d enjoyed the animal sanctuary being curled up with your love sounds much more appealing right now. 

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