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Can't stop thinking about Folio fucking you with his drumsticks

Can’t stop thinking about him doing this before a show, because he wants your scent with him when he’s on stage.

He loves having you spread out in the green room, teasing the thick end of the stick against your clit, watching how you jerk and press into it, softly pleading for more. “Already so needy, baby?” he drawls, voice dripping with that southern charm and teasing smirk, slow and deliberate as he begins to inch it into you.

One hand presses firmly against your stomach, fingers splayed while his thumb circles your clit, praising how well you’re taking it—how much you’re taking. “Oh, look at that… look how deep you’re taking my stick, baby. Gonna be all over it all night for me.”

Sometimes, he’ll even hold the sticks between his teeth, just to roll his tongue along the wood and get a taste of you.

HE'S SO PUPPYBOY CODED

Folio with red nails, just imagine how happy he is while you’re holding his hand, slowly applying the polish, and then think about how steady his hand is when he does yours in return 🥹

He's just so adorable when he does this. He probably even sticks his tongue out while he tries to get the polish on evenly. And then he intertwines your hands to admire how it looks.

But I wonder why the red color in the first place. I can definitely picture him with black nails, but red... does something to my brain. Is that his favorite color? Was he high when he agreed to this? Or is he just an obedient sub who'll do anything to be so good for you?

Just Breathe ( Poly!Omens )

Summary: Jolly buys Folio a casual collar, a way for the world to know that he was Jolly's. It ends up serving a double purpose as a very effective grounding tool. Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x Nick Folio Warnings: Casual kink, Description of a panic attack Word Count: 864 header by: saradika-graphics ; divider by sitkowski

Jolly enjoys giving gifts to his boys. It's not always planned. Sometimes he'll be walking past a shop and something will catch his eye that he thinks one of them will enjoy. The chain necklace he has in a subtle black box immediately made him think of Folio. It's nothing fancy, just a silver chain with a little weight to it, something that might bring Folio some comfort. Jolly found the lock about twenty minutes later and the set was complete in his eyes. A subtle way to let others know that Folio was collared, that he was Jolly's.

It took Folio a moment to realize what the necklace meant. It wasn't until he'd seen the lock ( "Nicky" engraved on one side, "Joakim" on the other ) that it seemed to click. His eyes widened and he let out a soft gasp that made Jolly chuckle. He picked the necklace up, his thumb running a long each link of the chain before brushing against the lock like it was the most precious gift he'd ever gotten.

"You were gone for two hours."

Jolly snorted at how incredulous Folio sounded. "You wanted something you could wear every day right?"

"Well yeah. Of course."

"Surprise."

Folio laughed softly, and Jolly's expression softened almost immediately. The drummer started to put the necklace on but he paused. His cheeks flushed slightly as his gaze lifted to meet Jolly's.

"Can you put it on for me?"

Jolly's smile widened and he nodded, reaching to take the necklace from Folio. He unhooked the clasp, putting it on so the lock sat at the base of Folio's throat. His fingers ghosted over the lock before they slipped under the chain, giving it a slight tug. His head tilted to the side as Folio seemed to settle, his eyes sliding shut as he took a deep breath.

"Looks good on you pup," Jolly murmured.

Folio's chin lifted a little, looking proud despite the way his cheeks flushed. "Now everyone knows I'm yours."

"All mine pup. No one else's."

Post show adrenaline was a tricky slope for Folio to navigate. More often than not, the crash just made him tired. It would give him just enough energy to walk to the van before immediately falling asleep until they reached the hotel. Sometimes he'd wake up on his own. Other times, Jolly would have to half carry him up to their room and he'd wake up hours later with no idea how he'd gotten where he was.

Then there were nights like tonight, where the adrenaline refused to wear off and Folio felt like he was going to crawl out of his skin. His normal restless energy turned into something closer to a caged animal who needed to be let loose. He couldn't stop pacing and each breath felt like a struggle to fill his lungs with enough air to be considered hyperventilating. Tonight, his heart was racing so hard he was pretty sure it was going to explode.

Jolly noticed. He always noticed.

Folio felt like he blinked and Jolly was a few steps away from him. A soft whimper left him and Jolly's hand lifted to rest on the back of his neck.

"Nicky, can you look at me?" Jolly's voice is soft and calm. Folio's gaze snaps to him and Jolly's smile is soft. "Take a few breaths for me pup."

Folio tries. He really does, but each breath feels like his chest is too tight to expand. A low whine leaves him and something seems to register in Jolly's eyes.

"I'm gonna give your necklace a little tug. Is that alright?" Folio nods and Jolly hooks the chain with his index finger, giving it a gentle tug.

Just like the first time he'd worn the necklace and every moment since, the tug on Folio's collar helps ground him. The tightness in his chest eases just enough to let him take a full breath.

"Again."

Jolly nodded, giving Folio a moment to catch his breath, his finger still holding onto the chain. This time, he gave it a little harder of a pull, using it to pull Folio a little closer to him.

Folio moved without a thought, letting himself be pulled in before he realized he was in motion. The tension eased even more and that restless energy seemed to finally, finally ebb. He stumbled the last few steps, burying his face in Jolly's chest, wrapping his arms around Jolly's waist.

A soft hum left Jolly as he pressed a kiss to the top of Folio's head. "Deep breaths Nicky. I got you. You're okay."

Folio's grip tightened around Jolly's waist, fingers gripping Jolly's shirt like the piece of fabric was his lifeline. "I'm sorry. I didn't...couldn't calm down."

Jolly frowned before reaching down to tilt up Folio's chin, making the drummer look him in the eye. "You have nothing to apologize for pup. It's alright. How're you feeling now?"

"Better. Thanks."

Jolly nodded, pressing a kiss to Folio's forehead, nose, cheeks and lips. "Good. Think we got a new way to ground you now eh?"

Folio grinned, laughing at each consecutive kiss. "Yeah. Yeah I guess we do."

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Summary: While hanging out with you and your boyfriend, Jolly, Noah couldn’t resist the urge to keep his hands to himself.

CW: includes fingering (f receiver), kinda dubcon(?), cheating.

Smut below the cut 🔞 Minors DNI.

It’s not usual for Noah to join you and your boyfriend, Jolly, when you’re both hanging out together. What is unusual, though, is the way he’s tucked himself beneath the covers with you, moving in close enough to rest his chin against your shoulder as you lie on your back. You don’t move the moment he settles in—afraid it might scare him off. It’s like being chosen by a cat, one usually too aloof for affection or human contact. You’ve been chosen, and you’re not about to ruin it.

Jolly sits with his back to you, completely absorbed in his video game. Every so often, Noah chimes in with a comment or suggestion. You’re not really interested in the game itself, but watching him—hearing his voice—has always been calming.

Then, beneath the covers, you feel Noah’s hand start to move. At first, it trails along your thigh, and you freeze, expecting him to pull away or even apologize. Instead, he keeps speaking to Jolly, completely ignoring you even as you glance at him—his hand steadily inching higher. Then it slips between your thighs, rubbing against the front of your jeans.

You should be pushing him away, should be telling him to stop, and yet all you can think is how much you regret wearing jeans today. There’s barely any friction where you want it most.

Somehow, Noah’s voice stays cool and smooth while your lips press together, your eyes fluttering shut as you remind yourself to focus, to breathe.

When his fingers retreat, it isn’t to stop, it’s to undo the button of your jeans, sliding the zipper down just enough before slipping his hand inside. Still, he doesn’t say a word, doesn’t even look at you. Then his hand dips into your underwear, a long, slender finger stroking along your slit, teasing between your folds before pressing to your clit—rubbing slow, deliberate circles.

“You have to be careful with that part, Jolls. Take it slower… yeah, just like that,” Noah says aloud, directing Jolly, but in your mind, you’re screaming, because his words mirror his actions exactly.

Your eyes roll back, your teeth sink into your lower lip, and you force yourself to stay still. You don’t dare roll your hips, fearing any movement will give you away. Turning your head slightly, you press it half into the pillow and half against Noah’s. His head tilts just enough for him to catch your jaw between his teeth, a soft bite of acknowledgment, before another finger joins the first. Now two fingers circle your clit, steady and purposeful, building the pressure in your belly with every motion.

You reach for your phone, resting beside you on the bed, pulling up the notes app. Out of the corner of your eye, you catch Noah watching. You pause, type, delete, then type again, before deleting it all, and shaking your head. What could you possibly say? That nothing has ever felt this good before?

Because honestly, the moment he sinks his fingers into your soaked cunt, that’s only the truth.

It takes everything in you not to make a sound. You arch your hips slightly, but the tightness of your jeans makes it hard to spread your thighs, turning the sensation sharper, more intense. His fingers feel impossibly deep, and yet he adjusts his angle, somehow fitting just right. His thumb finds your clit while his fingers stroke along your velvet walls, coaxing you to move with him, subtly rocking into the slow-building pleasure.

In your mind, you’re panicking, sure you’re taking too long, sure Jolly could turn around at any second and see how close Noah is, but the covers pulled up over you both, should hide most of what’s happening beneath.

Any worry fades the moment your climax begins to crest—a slow, pulsing release. Nothing explosive, given your position, but enough for pleasure to ripple through you, and yet, even as you start to come down, Noah doesn’t stop. He continues playing with your clit, feeling the rush of wetness that follows, then presses his fingers deeper, angling them to find that spongy, velvet-soft spot inside you.

Your body trembles with the aftershocks of your slow, quiet orgasm. You want to moan, want to whimper, but you bite back even the smallest sound, because Jolly, completely oblivious, is still too caught up in his game.

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holy smokes

You know what sounds so fun? Having nap dates with Noah.

There's not really a purpose other than napping together. Maybe it's like, around 2 or 3pm, you're both lounging on the couch and you start to get sleepy. He notices that by how you're yawning every two minutes.

So, he takes your hands in his and pulls you off the couch.

"C'mon. Let's go to bed and take a nap."

And it's obvious that you can't deny it.

So you both move to the bed, and get comfortable under the covers.

Maybe you're resting your head on his shoulder. Maybe only your hands are intertwined. Maybe his long legs are tangled with yours.

You talk about mundane things until one of you falls asleep, and then it doesn't take long for the other to follow.

And then this becomes a routine. Noah starts to notice your preferred hours for a good nap (not right after lunch, you prefer to wait around 1 hour). So he already has the bed ready by then. The pillows are all fluffy and the blankets are already laid out.

And if, for some reason, he's not there to nap with you (he gets cranky when he has responsibilities during your nap hours), he makes sure you're rested by texting you throughout the day to ask if you've had your afternoon nap yet.

You tell him that yes, you tried to sleep, but you never felt as rested as when he was with you.

can someone hold me and tell me that its gonna be okay even if thats not true

THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND || Bad Omens [\m/]

give me a break!