BAD OMENS ONE SHOTS (30 Days of Bad Omens)

Stare Part Two (Nicholas Ruffilo x Female Reader)

*AN:Warning: Explicit Content 18+

Pairing: Nicolas Ruffilo x reader, Nicholas x reader x Noah

CW: : Friends with benefits, pet play ish?, voyeurism/exhibitionism, mask kink, mutual masturbation, blow job, female masturbation, blowjob, cum eating/sharing, (mild) knife play, breath play (choking), anal sex (m receiving), fmm threesome.

Summary:: Nicholas Ruffilo invites you over for Noah's dirty thirty on Halloween. The theme for his party is MASK-erade.

--This is real-person fiction. Real people in fictitious situations. If this is not your thing, please find another story to read

--Crossposted on Tumblr and AO3-

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It's been months since you've seen Nicholas and the guys. Bogged down by the new job you got after you earned your degree, life has been nothing short of an F5 tornado; a shit show, if you will. You're the new girl, learning the ropes- trial by fire- all in the span of a few weeks. Summer has cooled into autumn, meaning Halloween is right around the corner, and Noah's birthday.

Sorting through your mail you find a handwritten letter addressed to you in a matte black envelope. It's a handmade invitation to Noah's Dirty Thirty: the theme- MASK-erade.The artistry alone gives Nick away, his attention to detail, the color palette he chose, his hand-drawn skeleton in the corner. He went big for his best friend. You wonder if his sister taught him how to do calligraphy or helped him remember how to mail a letter. Chuckling to yourself, you put the invite on your pinboard near the fridge. Suddenly your phone chimes:

<Ruff> Hey, did you get the invite yet?

<YOU> Yeah, it's incredible, did your sister help?

<Ruff> That's classified. You coming?

<YOU>I wouldn't miss it for the world 😊

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The only thing you can hear is your heartbeat pounding in your ears as you get ready for the party. You've chosen a hand-painted white fox mask adorned with pearls and faux fur with feathers at the top gathered like ears. It is simply a work of art and you still can't get over that you found it at your local thrift shop. Your hands shake with excitement as you blend your eyeshadow, opting for a black smokey eye and winged liner to contrast the white-colored contact lenses.

You haven't been to a party in so long that you were going all out tonight.

After tying the mask on, you quickly braid a few strands of hair and apply a nude lip. You check yourself in the mirror before grabbing your bag. Gasping, you hardly recognize yourself: head to toe in white, a long dress hugs your curves while a macrame belt defines your waist. White leather earrings dangle from your lobes and silver rings decorate your slender fingers. You hardly have time to put on lipgloss normally so no one will recognize you in a full face of makeup. You spritz yourself with a woodsy-scented perfume for the added touch before heading out.

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The beat of the bass practically vibrates the door when you let yourself in.

Swallowing down your nerves, you push through the crowd of masked partygoers gathering in the foyer as you make your way to the kitchen for a drink. Sipping the party punch that you pray will taste good and calm your sparking nerves, you find solace in the enclosed and empty kitchen. Closing your eyes, you lean back against the counter and gulp down more of the fruity concoction. You'll have to thank whoever made the drink later because it is the best thing you've ever tasted.