I'M STILL HERE. SEND HELP BECAUSE I'M ABOUT TO DIE

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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not to be a hedonist but. pleasure IS the whole point, my loves. we are made for pleasure. humans have not survived out of spite or sheer grit or simply to make more humans. we live for pleasure. the pleasure of licking the last delicious crumbs off your fingers and feeling sunlight on your skin and massaging a loved one's shoulders. we're made to fill our bellies with delicious food, to nap in soft grass, to touch each other in joy and comfort.

there is no shame or guilt in our bodies doing what they were made to do. and we are made for pleasure.

literally the first time I'm seeing a video of this moment, I've only ever seen the same two pictures

holy smokes

Imagine sitting on Folio's lap while taking hits of a joint he rolled. Imagine being so fuzzy headed, that you start grinding on his hard on and beg to ride his cock. Whimpering as you lower yourself onto his thick cock stretching you out, the joint making you extra sensitive. So focused on how his cock throbs in you and the feeling of his veins against your walls. Going so slow Folio can no longer handle it and grabbing you by your hips and pounds into you, making you feel even more lightheaded as he fucks you until you're a drooling, moaning mess.

I think I’m the one drooling over this thot 🫠 intox kink go brrr.

CW: intox kink, unprotected sex.

It’s not unusual for you two to get high together, or even to make out while doing so, but God, the moment you feel his hard cock pressed against you through his jeans, you’re practically grinding on him like a cat in heat, just purring and begging for Folio to fuck you.

“Please, baby, please… I need you so bad.”

Your clit is throbbing, and that’s through the fabric of your clothes. You’re not even touching him properly yet, but you’re already so worked up, so needy, and he’s such a fucking tease. Every time you lean in close to kiss or plead, he offers you another hit instead, grinning like the smug bastard he is because he knows you’re right where he wants you.

It doesn’t take much coaxing, soon enough, he’s guiding you down onto his cock, helping you sink onto him inch by inch. You feel everything. Every twitch, every throb, every little shift as your walls flutter and clench around him. You moan, gasp, slowly starting to rock your hips, desperate just to feel him, to feel how deep he fills you, how he stretches you open like he owns you.

“Is this what you needed?” he taunts, giving you one last hit before the joint becomes the last thing on either of your minds. His hips start bucking up beneath you, savouring the way your pussy grips him, inviting him deeper.

It’s slow at first, almost torturous, until you beg him.

“F-fuck me. Really fuck me.”

That’s all it takes. He groans, gripping your hips tight and holding you in place as he begins to pound up into you. The room is filled with moans, wet slaps of skin, and between it all, he’s begging you to kiss him, but when you’re too far gone to even respond, his mouth finds your neck instead, latching onto every tender spot, marking you in pretty bruised shades. A reminder that you belong to him just as much as he belongs to you.

old friends , same disease .

Noah Sebastian . Bad Omens . Welcome to Rockville 2025 .

it’s finally pride month and something gay better happen to me or ill pass away

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.

lexi, hi!! we moved on too quickly from folio with red nails. think about him too much. what was that

hi bb! 💕 I may or may not need a reminder because 👀 I'm having little thots about the potential of this 🤭