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jester is requesting "smooch attack!" + merciless with ruffilo, please. sweetest boy deserves the sweetest moment. gender neutral reader, if that's possible. tysm and no pressure! <3
hi jester bb! 💕 this sweet angel does deserve a sweet moment and I hope you like this <3
You can’t help but rush towards him the moment you spot him coming through the door, your sweet boy. It feels like ages since you last saw Nicholas, though the reality is much shorter, and he’d tell you the same. You were FaceTiming each other during his lunch break, but even the two hours that have passed since then have felt like an eternity. You have a special fondness for him, especially when he looks as adorable as he does now.
“Smooch attack!” you yell, tackling him and effortlessly pinning him on the couch. Your body lies atop his, and you start kissing all over his face, leaving no spot untouched.
“Since when did you become a character from an anime?” He snorts, feigning resistance against your kisses and the way your body effortlessly pins him beneath you. Instead, his arms rise and wrap around you, trying to hold you against him. Meanwhile, you persist in pressing your kisses until you reach the crook of his neck, where you blow a raspberry against his skin.
The vibration from it tickles him, causing him to laugh before his hand swiftly rises and his fingers careen over the back of your head, slipping into your hair and attempting to pull you back. “What are you doing?” he asks between his laughter.
“Smooch attack!” you repeat, laughing uncontrollably and blowing another to the front of his neck before he manages to pull you away.
“Well, I’d rather have a smooch attack somewhere else.” He puckers his lips, hinting at where you should lay your next attack. However, as you lean in, you sneak off, pulling the top of his shirt down just enough to expose some of his chest and blow a sneaky raspberry against it, resulting in another roaring laughter from him.
hey! maybe you can write about the very first time with folio, which was definitely discussed between the two of you but you still feel insecure and unwanted because in many years of your life no one has wanted that with you and it's embarrassing but you know he will take good care of you
worthy • n.f
pairing: nick folio x fem!reader
warnings: Smut 18+ (first time, fem!receiving, penetration (p n v), creampie)
words: 3.7k
note: I’m sorry its taken me so long to get something out; and I know this was requested so long ago, but I hope anyone who reads this enjoys! Thank you for the request and prompt anon <3 and thank you to everyone for being so patient with me. I missed writing.
THIS IS A FANFIC ABOUT REAL PEOPLE IN FICTIONAL SCENARIOS. I AM NOT IMPLYING THIS IS HOW THESE PEOPLE ARE IRL OR THAT THIS SITUATION WOULD HAPPEN. IT IS FOR FANFIC PURPOSES ONLY!
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Your leg bounced nervously as you sat in the van, watching the trees whisk past while Nick drove along the gravel road.
He quickly noticed your unease, reaching to squeeze your hand with reassurance, “You alright my love?”
The nickname made your heart skip a beat, and your face warmed briefly. You squeezed his hand back, forcing out a reassuring, "Yeah, of course. Why wouldn’t I be?" Although it was a lie.
His eyebrows furrowed slightly as he searched your face for any signs of doubt, but he dismissed the feeling when he spotted the cabin through the window.
You bit the inside of your cheek, taking in a shaky breath. This was the weekend you planned to finally overcome your nerves and take the next step with Nick. Though you'd been dating for over a year, intimacy hadn't been part of your relationship yet; which had you feeling quite insecure, despite his complete understanding. Nick never once pressured you, and when you finally explained why you were hesitant, he was even more considerate.
"Of course I'm excited to explore that side with you, but I never want you to feel uncomfortable. I'm happy to wait until you're ready. Take all the time you need, beautiful," he had assured you a few months ago, on a night you opened up to him.
But this getaway? It was the perfect chance for you to set aside your worries and show Nick you trusted him.
As Nick parked the van in front of the cabin, you found your hand instinctually tightening around his. He turned to look at you, softness glittering in his eyes.
“Nervous?” he queried gently, not asking specifically about what - both of you understood the unsaid.
“Maybe a bit," you confessed, the corners of your lips tugging into a nervous smile. Your heart pounded in your chest.
Nick chuckled lightly, that familiar sound doing wonders to relax the tension building up inside you. Wrapping an arm around your waist, he leaned over and planted a kiss on your forehead.
“Don’t worry, love. Only what you want, when you want.” His words were lathered with sincerity, his gaze vehemently assuring.
Taking a deep breath, you nodded silently, and stepped out of the van alongside him. The cabin was serene and tranquil; the perfect setting.
Together, you gathered your belongings and made way into the cabin, the creak of the wooden door serving as a welcome to the secluded weekend escape. The interior was comforting, decorated with rustic charm and warm tones. It smelled faintly of pine and wood smoke, enveloping you in a blanket of calm.
It only took a few minutes to unpack. Nick had always been good at keeping things light, literally and figuratively, and he had made sure to pack only the essentials for your trip.
With your bags emptied and forgotten, he took your hand and led you outside.
The sun was setting over the lake in front of the cabin, transforming the sky into bright streaks of pink and orange. In this warm blanket of sundown hues, you felt comforted by his presence beside you. Nick squeezed your hand again, and you moved closer to him, your body seeking the reassurance of his warmth. He welcomed the closeness, wrapping one arm protectively around you as you both watched the last slivers of sun disappear beyond the horizon.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" Nick murmured, his gaze fixated on the changing hues of the twilight.
In response, you let out a soft hum of agreement, eyes never leaving the trees. The silence stretching between you two felt intimate and soothing. Moments like these reminded you why you had fallen for him in the first place.
The comforting hum of crickets echoed around you as darkness fell. Dimly lit by the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the trees, you followed him back towards the cabin. A comforting fire crackled in the fireplace, casting a warm, inviting light that softened any lingering nerves.
Nick guided you gently to the couch beside it, his hand never leaving yours. Leaning in close, he pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead, his other hand gently trailing up and down your back.
“Are you okay?” His asked again, words were barely above a whisper as he pulled away just enough to look at you.
You nodded, a timid yet genuine smile playing on your lips. “Absolutely.”
A small sigh of relief escaped him as his lips quirked up into a tender smile. Sitting next to you on the couch, he pulled you closer to him, wrapping his arms around you as you tucked yourself into his side.
As both of you sat there together in front of the crackling fire, Nick began to pepper soft kisses onto your cheek and neck which caused your heart to flutter uncontrollably. It was an affectionate motion that somehow felt more intimate than anything else you’d experienced with him before. His lips felt soft and warm against your skin, nuzzling into the crook of your neck, where every kiss seemed to reach right into your heart.
“Still okay?” He whispered against your skin. The question was more about emotion than anything physical.
“Yes,” you murmured, leaning further into his embrace. Running your fingers through his hair, you tilted your face to look into his eyes. “I'm okay, Nick.”
Your answer brought a smile of relief onto his face, his twinkling eyes reflecting the firelight that danced merrily around the room. He locked gazes with you, wanting to know for sure that you were ready before allowing himself to proceed any further.
Sensing the question in them made you pull him closer, raising yourself to plant a soft kiss on his lips.
"More than okay," you whispered against him.
The tension that had been subtly present in Nick began to dissipate at your reassurance, replaced by a warmth that radiated from his core. The smile on his face seemed to grow as his hand gently moved up and down your back to comfort the lingering nerves beneath.
His kisses became slower and more deliberate, moving from your forehead onto your lips again. Nick tugged lightly at your pants, pulling you over onto his lap gently.
You sucked in a nervous breath as you straddled him, hands shaking slightly as you held onto the back of his neck, refusing to brake the kiss.
"Relax my love," he murmured through the kiss, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine. His hands slowly roved up to cup your face, thumbs tracing circles into your flushed cheeks.
"Just breathe."
You nodded, shutting your eyes tight as you buried your head into his neck. He smelt intoxicatingly familiar-comfort mixed with raw anticipation, and the sound of his own heartbeat thrummed beneath your ear.
"Hey," he whispered, his hand settling on the nape of your neck to lightly massage the fear-knotted muscles. You lifted your head to look at him, biting down hard on your lower lip.
His eyes met yours in the dim light, holding an intensity that sent warmth flooding through you. He reached down cautiously, intertwining his fingers with yours, firmly yet gently as if trying not to break something precious.
He brought your entwined hands up to rest on the part of his chest that covered his heart. You felt its steady beat beneath your palm – a rhythmic reminder of his devotion, of his patient understanding.
“Do you feel that?” Nick whispered while he held your gaze. The drumming grew faster as a free hand reached underneath your chin, pulling you back down to his lips once again.
“You make me nervous- and I love it. I love you.”
You rubbed your nose slowly against his as you chewed back a shy smile.
Nick reciprocated, sucking in a breath, “I want you so bad. I need you in every way you’ll let me.”
"Nick," you whispered, pressing your lips against his again with growing certainty, "I need you too."
“We can stop at anytime…” He began, slowly kissing down your neck towards your collarbone. His hands followed, running down your shoulders to follow the curve of your sides, before landing on your hips.
The brunette began to guide your waist in a slow, teasing circle across his lap.
“…Let me show you how much I love you. How you’ve always deserved to be loved.”
His words, raw and honest, carried through the still cabin air, igniting a dormant flame inside you. The tremor in his voice betrayed his own anticipation, and something about that fueled your resolve. This was Nick. He loved you, respected you. He would never hurt you.
With a gentle nod, you gave him permission to continue. His hands began their journey anew, tracing lines of adoration across your skin. By the time his restless fingers reached the hem of your shirt, you were breathless; suspence and hope wrapped up all into one.
With one last glance into your eyes for reassurance, he slipped his hands underneath your shirt, his fingertips leaving imaginary trails of lust on your body. Each inch of revealed skin sent a new wave of titillation through Nick as he watched you react to his every touch.
He couldn’t fight the soft moan that escaped him, more at the sight of your passion-dewed face than at the feeling of your warmth beneath his hands.
Their journey took them along the curve of your waist, over your stomach until they encountered the barrier of your bra. This time, he didn’t ask with his eyes but with a gentle squeeze of your hand.
He slid the flimsy strap down your shoulders, revealing you to him in a way no one else had ever seen. His eyes widened at the sight of you, all flushed skin and cautious expectation.
You sat there under his gaze, heart pounding in your chest as you felt exposed. Yet there was no judgment in his eyes, only pure admiration.
"Fuck you're beautiful," he whispered, tracing the edge of your bra with teasing precision.
Nick's gaze was intense and comforting at the same time as it finally met yours again. The way he looked at you, and the gentle strokes of his fingers alone made you feel wanted and cherished.
He slid the material down further, until you were completely bare to his sight. Your breath hitched in your throat as anticipation tightened within, but Nick’s touch was gentle and soothing. His thumb traced circles in the valley between your breasts, blatantly ignoring the hardened peaks that demanded his attention.
"Still okay?" His voiced crawled from his throat as he tried to maintain eye contact, and his hands didn’t venture any further until he got a verbal confirmation.
“Please touch me,” You whispered, taken aback by the desperation that was laced between every syllable.
His kisses returned to capture your lips once more, even more intense than the last. You felt an indescribable warmth pooling low in your stomach with each careful caress of his hands.
Bold fingers slipped lower, edging past your waistband that elicited a surprised whimper from you. "Tell me if you want me to stop," he reminded you gently, pressing a soft peck to your cheek.
"I won't need to," you replied, surprising yourself with the sturdiness in your voice.
Nick’s lips curved up in a smile against your skin, his hand moving lower, his fingers dancing on the edge of your panties. He reached behind, his fingers sliding under the band of your underwear, meticulously pulling them down with slow deliberate movements.
You hitched a breath, feeling the fabric pool around your ankles. As he knelt down to help you step out of them, his eyes never left yours - a silent vow of reverence and respect for you and this moment shared between you two.
Standing back up, he lifted and laid you down on the couch. Looming over you now, he ran his fingers lightly across your exposed form, taking in every reaction that rippled across on your face.
He reached behind his head, tugging the white t-shirt that had shielded his frame this entire time, and you let out a gasp of awe as you took in his chest. You squeezed your thighs together, the hot flush lingering on your cheeks becoming even more prominent when he discarded his pants next, leaving him in only his boxers.
A low moan escaped your lips when he nestled himself between your legs again, his hips rutting his covered length gently against yours. A gasp left your lips, pleasure pooling at the sudden friction against your core.
Nick's lips captured yours again, swallowing every whimper and breath as he deepened the kiss. His hand snaked down your body, making a slow path towards your throbbing heat.
His finger slid across your desire, running along your folds to coat his fingers in your arousal. He moaned against your lips in desperation, almost panting when he felt just how wet you were. Fingers danced in circles around your swollen bud, slowly and lightly before pressing harder onto your body.
You sucked in a shaky breath, your body arching into his touch. His name fell like a mantra from your lips, each syllable punctuated with a hitched gasp when his fingers stroked something that made you writhe beneath him.
“Nick, please…” you begged, your chest heaving as the mounting pleasure had you teetering on the edge. Only you had been able to make yourself feel this way in the past- but being with Nick made this all the more sensual.
Nick pulled back from your kiss and slid his knees to the ground, resting his face between your thighs.
“Are you comfortable if I use my mouth?” He whispered, breath fanning across your desire, leaving you a whimpering mess.
“Yes,” you slurred, eyes shut tight as the anticipation ran a carnal shiver up your spine.
“That’s my girl,” he praised, pressing a chaste kiss to your inner thigh before pressing his tongue between your folds.
You moaned aloud as he explored you, each sound of pleasure encouraging him further.
With a newfound boldness, Nick delved deeper, circling around your entrance before his tongue slipped in ever so slightly. A cry of surprise and pleasure ripped from your throat, hands gripping onto the back of the couch tightly.
The brunette moaned into you, devouring your taste as you neared release, your breathing became ragged and body started to quiver. Your hand tightened in his hair, pulling him closer against you as you whimpered out his name repeatedly. He was relentless- every lick and kiss imbued with care and concern for your pleasure; every stroke of his tongue felt like a promise.
Nick took his fingers, sliding one inside before a second and third quickly followed.
Your breathing hitched, legs twitching while Nick continued his sweet torture until your body tensed entirely, a silent scream stuck in your throat as waves of euphoria rushed through each of your limbs.
He continued to taste you through the tremors, letting you ride out the waves of pleasure until you were left panting beneath him. He pressed soft kisses along your inner thighs, tracing the curve of your hip as he ascended back upward towards your lips.
"You taste so good," Nick whispered, causing you to chew on your lip nervously.
“Really?” You choked out, breath catching in your throat as you came down from your orgasm, a mix of relief and disbelief coating your features.
Leaning back, he took a moment to study you - flushed and breathless beneath him, your eyes half-lidded from pleasure, emanating pure trust and satisfaction. A proud smile stretched across his face, indulging himself a second longer before scooping you upwards into his arms.
“Really.”
You let out a small squeal of surprise as he carried you towards the bedroom, your arms securely wrapped around his neck. He kicked the door open softly and laid you on the bed gently. Standing at the foot of the bed he shucked off his boxers, leaving him fully exposed.
He climbed onto the bed next to you, pulling you close into his warmth. His arousal pressed against your thigh in silent request.
"Do you want to keep going?" His soft voice broke through the silence.
The earnest look in his eyes made your heart swell with love. Swallowing hard, you nodded, your hand reaching down to touch him slowly. He gasped as your fingers wrapped around him, instinctively thrusting into your touch as he chewed back a nervous smile.
Nick rolled above you, spreading your thighs gently as you escorted him to your entrance, both of you holding your breaths as he pushed himself inside. A gasp left both your lips at the sensation, and you watched as his mouth fell open in newfound desperation.
Your heart pounded in your chest as you spread your legs wider for him. He was gentle - so gentle as he pushed into you. You gasped quietly, eyes fluttering shut as you felt the stretch and burn of your first time.
Nick stilled once he was fully sheathed within you, his forehead resting against yours as he whispered soft words of encouragement and love.
"Does it hurt?" Nick's concern echoed through the dimly lit room as he peered down at you.
"A little," you shook your head slowly, eyes not leaving his, "But not pain pain…just... different."
He sucked in a shaky breath, "Different good or different bad?"
"Different good," you assured him, your hands reaching to hold his face tenderly. These words were enough to prompt a small, satisfied smile from the man above you.
As Nick began to move, his eyelids fluttered shut, a low moan escaping his lips. You shivered beneath him, watching as his brows furrowed with need. His movements were slow, deliberately gentle as he navigated the newness of feeling your body around his.
“You're so tight," he whispered against your earlobe, fingers digging into your side as he held you close, hips thrusting slowly.
“Nick...” His name came out as a whimper, fingertips clutching onto the sheets beneath you.
“Yeah, baby?” His breath hitched, fighting the urge to close his eyes and lose himself in you.
“I...I think I can handle more…” You bit down on your lip before daring to look into his eyes. An emotion you couldn't quite place flitted through his gaze, but he took your request to heart.
Nick began to move with more purpose, his thrusts growing stronger. A gasp ripped from your throat, pleasure prickling along your skin as he filled you just right.
His moans grew louder in response to the noises that slipped from your lips, his rhythm faltering slightly with each particularly loud one.
"Am I going too fast? Do you want me to slow down?" Nick panted, the words barely audible over his heavily labored breathing.
You grasped hold of his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as you shook your head fervently.
"No, don't slow down," you managed to choke out through soft gasps. Taking your fingers you reached between your thighs, dipping them to rub quick circles over your core as Nick thrust deeper. The excitement that shone from his eyes sent a wave of confidence surging through you.
He kissed you again, this time with so much need and desire as his tongue swiped against your own. Each thrust had you riding higher and higher, until all your reality was focused on your bodies intertwined.
The sensation of him growing harder inside you made your heartbeat intensify, throbbing through every inch of you. The coil of pleasure within your abdomen began to wind tighter and tighter, beckoning an approaching climax that promised to eclipse everything that came before.
“Tell me when you’re close,” he coaxed between labored breaths, the raw desperation in his voice combined with the sensation of him hitting your sweet spot was too much.
“I... I think I’m-” Before you could even finish your sentence, that familiar tension burst within you. Pleasure came rushing back in waves, soaking every pore of your being as a bead of sweat traced its way down your brow.
Nick grunted, riding the waves with you as he felt your euphoria in the clenching around his cock.
His rhythm faltered, a groan tearing from his throat as his own climax overcame him. He held onto your thighs tightly, buried deep inside you as he twitched and pumped warmth into your body.
After a moment spent catching his breath, Nick gently pulled out and collapsed next to you on the mattress. His arm immediately slipped beneath your head, pulling you into his warm, strong embrace.
You nestled against him, burying your face into his chest as you kissed his skin, adorning him with praise and admiration. Both of you laid there a moment, endorphins flowing as he held onto you tightly, rubbing his chin along the top of your head.
"Wow," he eventually murmured, his chest vibrating against you while you hummed an echoed response.
It wasn’t before long you felt a few tears trickle from your eyes and onto his chest, and Nick hugged you closer.
“Thank you,” You whispered, and Nick held the back of your head tightly against him, facing the ceiling as he whispered words of love and adoration into your hair.
"Thank you, beautiful."
His heartbeat against your cheek was comforting, rhythmic, and already held a familiarity that set your heart at ease. He was breathing heavily, in post-pleasure ease, and his chest expanded and contracted against your own.
You could feel the dampness of sweat on his skin, smell the musk of it on the air – this was a new side of Nick- utterly alluring.
"Loving you... being loved by you... this is something I'll never get used to," Nick admitted quietly after a while, his voice sounding slightly hoarse.
You shifted to rest on your elbows, look over at him and seeing the soft glow in his eyes even in the darkness of the room. "And I don't want to."
Smiling faintly, you ran a hand along his chest, "I'll forever be in awe of the fact that I get to be with you, Nick. You're the most patient, understanding person I've ever known. I've never felt so loved and cherished in my life... thank you for tonight. Thank you for making me feel like I’m worthy."
Nick grinned broadly at your words, sitting up to kiss your forehead.
“I have never wanted someone as much as I want you- and I can’t wait to love you forever.”
chronic fatigue from mental illness and neurodivergency isn't something you can just will your way out of. your nervous system is part of your body. your brain is an organ. the fatigue is real. you're not lazy. so be kinder to yourself. be gentler with your bodymind.
