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the unbearable weight of tenderness
pairing: jolly karlsson x f!reader
cw: unprotected p in v sex, soft dom jolly, reader is a little bossy and jolls is a perfect bb angel, kind of hurt/comfort but mostly just comfort, all sweet tings
word count: 1.6K
author’s note: the first of my jolly requests for the baby boy’s birthday ❤️ this one for my dearest hedy @darksigns-exe who wanted something nice and soft and comforting. thank you @circle-with-me as always for the beta!! i hope i did it justice <3
dividers by @saradika-graphics 🥀
It’s all been too much today — your heart hasn’t returned to its normal rate in hours and you can’t seem to stop the trembling of your hands. You don’t know how much more of it you can take, how many more of these days you can stomach.
You wait outside the door, unsure if you should go inside yet. He’s probably had a nice, relaxing day with you out of the house. He hardly gets the opportunity, and he deserves it. You don’t want to ruin his mood and bring him down with you.
But all you want is your bed and Jolly.
You imagine the welcoming sink of the mattress, the hold of your sweet boy, the weight of him on top of you as he kisses away all the bad. You just need him to fix it.
The immediate look of concern you’re met with when you step through the door and let your bag thud to the floor does little to soothe you, but he’s at your side in a moment, holding you to his chest as you allow yourself to slump into him.
“Bad day, darling?” he asks, but he doesn’t need to. He always knows. He’s long been able to read you perfectly, sense every little shift in your moods.
“Yeah,” you whine pathetically into his chest. He places a kiss to the top of your head and you feel as his lips curl into a smile. It isn’t mean-spirited. You can tell his gears are turning and he’s thinking up a solution.
Just like always.
“Why don’t you get comfortable while I order us some dinner. Does Chinese sound good?”
All you can bring yourself to do is nod, still feeling miserable, but hopeful and comforted as he separates from you and heads into the kitchen.
The thudding of his heartbeat beneath your ear soothes you. You’re still shaky, but at least if you can’t stop the trembling of your hands, you can place them on him.
But there’s something more you need. It’s usually just right, a lazy night in with him, but you can’t seem to settle. Even resting your full weight on him, his hands running through your hair, there’s a nagging buzz beneath your skin.
He notices — enough time spent squirming and unsettled on top of him has him fixing you with a look not quite of agitation, but a mix of impatience and pity.
“Are you doing all right, doll?” he asks you, and it’s almost teasing. You know what he needs from you before he gives you what you need, but instead you find yourself whimpering, squirming more until he stills you with a strong hand gripping your side.
“Joakim,” you whine, your eyes meeting his with a plea. “Please.”
“You have to tell me what you need,” comes his immediate response, stern and unwavering, but the edge of softness in his tone lets you know he isn’t angry with you. “I’ll give you what you need but you have to tell me what it is.”
“I just need you,” you beg, burying your face in his chest. You know he needs more from you, but it’s all so much. “Need you to get me out of my head, Jolly, please.”
You watch as the pity flickers back through his expression. There’s an undercurrent of desire, but it’s overwhelmed by something more tender as he traces a finger along your cheek.
“Do you want me to take you to bed?”
You feel as the ease floods through you, grateful he takes it easy on you just this once. You gaze up at him and nod, pleased and relieved as a grin spreads across his face.
The anxiety slowly seeps out of you as his body weight presses you into the sheets.
The welcome sink of the mattress is nothing compared to the burn, the sizzle under your skin everywhere you’re touching him — everywhere.
“Baby,” you gasp, with hardly a grasp on what you’re asking for, but it doesn’t matter. He knows. He always knows, as kisses are trailed from your lips, to your cheek, down your neck, over your collarbones. “Jolly.”
A soft shh is pressed into the skin of your chest. You vibrate with it, still trembling but in a way that’s so very different, a pleasant disquiet inside of you as he kisses away all the bad, like you knew he would. Just like he always does.
“I always take care of you, don’t I?” he asks. A rhetorical question, but you find yourself nodding nonetheless, your skin hot and feverish as your shaking hands find purchase on his bare shoulders.
It’s always so much with him, overwhelmed completely as you’re naked in your bed and bent to his will.
It should always be this way.
The angle is awkward, cramped and a little wrong, when he slides his hand down through your folds, brushing a finger over your clit and smiling into your chest as he draws a gasp from you.
“Do you want me to get you off like this?”
You consider it for a long moment, losing yourself in the feeling of his rough hands on you. The callouses juxtapose with his ultra-gentle touch and it dizzies you. It’s enough.
It could be enough.
He could touch you like this for hours, his full weight resting on you as he draws orgasm after orgasm from you with practiced ease, but —
“No,” you gasp, grappling with his shoulders and pulling him back up to you. His pupils are blown when his eyes meet yours. He could do this for hours, too. You can’t help but pull him down to your lips, grateful for the way he always takes such perfect care of you. “Can I have your cock?”
He’s been so good for you, so patient, so polite — focusing entirely on you rather than his aching hardness. You knew. You felt it pressed into your thigh, saw him grinding his hips into the mattress as you felt the shift of the bed beneath you.
It’s for you, too, as much as him, when you ask for it. “Please.”
He nods, out of sorts, burying his face in your neck once more. Every part of you is covered by him. He’s so affected that he doesn’t make you work for it and you’re so thankful.
It’s with one languid move, smooth and practiced, that he lifts his hips and slides himself into you.
The stretch burns — always does for just a moment — but he’s right there to soothe you with kisses when you find yourself gasping.
“Be good for me, love,” he breathes into your open mouth, accompanied by the steady, shallow rock of his hips. It’s your favorite thing, being wholly surrounded by him, being picked apart and pieced back together.
You’re adjusted before long, lost in the slow drag of him inside you and his lips on your skin as you relax into the mattress once more, letting him take care of you.
“That’s my good girl,” he praises, nipping ever so gently at your bottom lip. Your mouth curves involuntarily into a grin. He always fixes it.
There’s a long while spent like that, his spit slick lips never parting from you, finding a home on your skin.
Your mind shifts to the realization you could spend your whole night like this, your whole life like this, when he lifts his torso off yours.
“Hey, no,” you complain, grabbing at his sides to try to drag him back down to you. The hand that had been moving towards your center stops its descent, and he stops moving, and you feel a little bit like you want to scream. You can’t have him stop.
“You don’t want me to get you off?” he asks, and the sweet look on his face would make you soft for him, if not for your complete displeasure with the space he’s put between you.
You shake your head, dragging him back on top of you. Your hands find purchase on his lower back, fingers digging into his skin, moving his hips for him. You know you’ll leave marks with how hard you’re gripping. You can’t wait to admire the marks for the days to come, knowing you did that.
“I’ll cum like this,” you tell him. He places a smile to your lips. It’s just the right amount of pressure, of friction. When you pull your knees up, wrapping your legs around him, it’s just right. “Just stay.”
It’s so much for so long that you can’t help yourself. You throw your head back but he follows, hands in your hair moving your head forward again to meet his gaze. “Eyes on me, darling.”
It’s out of your power when you feel yourself tumbling over the edge, gaze remaining on him, just like he asked. You knew he wouldn’t be far behind and you feel him stilling inside of you, bringing his mouth to yours to quiet his gasps against your lips.
And it’s everything you needed from him.
The moments pass and you’re so content to have him stay like that, resting on you, softening inside of you.
“How’s a bath sound? Need to get ourselves cleaned up,” he says into your neck, but not making any moves to get up. You’re not ready yet.
“Just a little while longer?” you ask — the question not even finished before you swear you feel him rest more of his weight on you, sinking further into the bed, intent to keep fixing it.
Whatever you want. Just like always.
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Thinking thoughts again
Needy Noah edition
I blame @deathblacksmoke for this one
NSFW BELOW THE CUT
He’s had a long day, loads of emails and meetings and everyone disagrees on that the best thing for the album is and he’s tired. So very tired.
And when he finds you, already tucked into his bed, at the end of the day he practically flops down on top of you. He lets out a needy little whine and you know exactly what he needs. You turn onto your side and let him wrap himself around you.
His face is quickly buried in the side of your neck and before you hand even bring your hands up to draw through his hair he’s already whining for it. You know your boy well enough by now to know what he needs when he shows up like this. He wants to be as close as possible, wants to feel as much of you as he can. Nothing makes him feel better than the comfort of your touch. And so you play with his hair, while he soaks in your warm embrace.
At some point his ice-cold hands find their way under your shirt.
He whispers a little “Sorry.” When you squirm in response to his touch.
It’s alright though. You know that he just wants to feel more of you. And his hands will warm up soon enough. He’s still a little restless. He keeps moving and shifting trying to find a comfortable spot.
And when you ask him if he needs a little more he nods eagerly against your skin, entirely unwilling to move even an inch away from you. You still manage to bring a hand between your bodies. He lets out the prettiest little sound when you bring your hand to already half-hard cock. Noah keeps himself firmly attached to you. You feel his lips pressing against your jaw and neck, kissing you so softly between the little sounds that fall from him.
He gasps when you push you hand past the elastic of sweats and underwear. You tug them down just enough for you to able to touch him properly. He whines a little when you stop touching him for a second. And for a moment you think of scolding him, but he’s so needy tonight that you can justify it.
He sounds so pretty when he whines against your neck, face still buried there. Usually you like it when he you can see him, but you let him get away with it this time. You work your hand across his length in slow and steady movements.
His hand digs into your waist and you think that he’s trying to keep himself grounded. The other wraps into the fabric of your shirt another desperate attempt to keep you close.
It doesn’t take him long to finish. He lets out the sweetest little gasp when spills across your hand. You kiss the top of his head as you work him through it. And maybe you get a little bit too much enjoyment out the pained little sound he makes when it becomes too much.
You don’t get to wipe his cum from your fingers. Before you even get a chance to reach past him for a tissue he has already shoved your fingers into his mouth. He hums around your fingers as his eyes fall shut again. You love seeing him like this, all soft and worn out. He whispers a faint little thank you once he has removed your fingers from his mouth and you know that it won’t be long until he falls asleep. You tuck him back into his sweats and press another kiss to his forehead.
You’ll let him rest like this for a few hours, just until he doesn’t feel so wired up anymore. But you also know that he’ll whine about his back hurting in the morning if you let him sleep through the night like this.
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Power Play // Chapter 1 // Hockeyplayer!Noah AU
Tropes and tags: RPF:AU hockey player romance, angsty romance, hidden relationship, forbidden relationship, smutty, MF, multiple POV.
Content Warning: angsty romance, hockey player shenanigans, locker room talk, smutty, aggressive hockey players, PinV, MF relationship, possessive male, protective male.
This work below is fictionalized ideas and stories involving real people but does not directly reflect their thoughts, feelings, or behaviors. Please keep in mind that this is a work of fiction.
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I sank into the faded beige couch in our cozy two-bedroom apartment, soaking in the last moments before everything would change. Through the open window, the sweet scent of yesterday’s rain drifted in on a gentle breeze, reminding me of all the lazy spring days spent here with friends. Marissa plopped down beside me, and I felt a pang in my heart realizing how much I would miss this—being with her, my best friend and rock through the chaos of senior year. Now, a few months out after graduation, a bittersweet nostalgia washed over me. I etched each detail into my memory: the worn fabric beneath my fingertips, the birdsongs outside, Marissa's quiet presence. Soon we'd close this chapter, but the memories we made within these walls would blossom in our hearts for years to come.
The last four years of nursing school had flown by in a blur of late nights studying and early mornings in clinicals. Now with our bachelor's degrees finally in hand, my best friend and I found ourselves at a crossroads. Where did we go from here? I was tempted to jump right into a job at the hospital we'd done rotations at, but ultimately decided a few months off would do me good. Time to decompress after the whirlwind of college, and spend some much-needed quality time with my dad before launching into my nursing career. Though the future felt wide open and uncertain, I knew this break would help me recharge and figure out my next steps.
I gaze at my suitcases lined up by the door, like soldiers ready for battle. The rest of my belongings sit sealed away in cardboard coffins, soon to be shipped off to my father's house. In a few short hours, I'll board the plane home, leaving this chapter of my life behind.
I glance anxiously at my phone. The Uber is ten minutes away, coming to ferry me to the airport and the imminent end of my time here. Ten final minutes before my ship sinks into the sea of memories.
Part of me thrills at the thought of going home. But another part dreads that I won't summon the courage to uproot myself again as I did to come here. I feel caught between the familiar comforts of home and the terrifying freedom of the unknown.
As the minutes tick down, the nerves and sadness swell within me like the tide. I'm unsure if I'm ready to leave, but the choice has been made. My bags are packed. The car is on its way. My ship is sinking, and it's time to go down with it.
Marissa grasps my hand, intertwining our fingers in a familiar, comforting way. "This is just a new chapter for us," she says gently. "You know we'll find our way back to each other soon. Just give me a few months to settle into my new job, and I'll come out to Cali for a long overdue visit." Her words wrap around me like a warm hug, reassuring me that our bond can weather any storm.
As we stand from the couch and fall into a tight embrace, I can't help but feel a pang in my heart. Her messy bun tickles my nose, and the familiar scent of cleaning products and lavender clings to her old sweats and university tee. We had spent all day tidying the apartment, scrubbing away remnants of late nights gossiping over takeout and movie marathons. With each swipe of the washcloth, another memory got wiped away.
My phone pings, the Uber waiting to take me to the airport. I cling to her a little tighter, not yet ready to let go of my best friend. We'd been through so much together in this little apartment - late night study sessions, tears after bad breakups, celebrations after every accomplishment. And now we had to say goodbye.
I feel her tears dampen my shoulder as we sway back and forth, the unspoken "I'll miss you" hanging thick in the air. This isn't the end, I know, but as we finally pull away and I gather my bags, my heart breaks nonetheless. One chapter was closing, but a new adventure awaits for both of us.
She helps carry my bags down to the curb where the driver puts them into the trunk of his SUV. We exchange one more hug and a few tears before I climb in the backseat, waving goodbye out of the tinted window till she is out of sight. I pull out my phone shooting a quick text to my dad that i’m on the way to the airport. He wasn’t so much of a worrier, but he’d be upset if I didn’t at least warn him.
The afternoon sun peeks through the clouds as I drive down I-5, weaving past exits for Tacoma and Federal Way. The leaves on the tree limbs turning a faded shade already line the highway, a sure sign of Autumn in Seattle. Before I know it, I'm pulling up to Departures at Tacoma International Airport, the scent of coffee and jet fuel mingling in the air. Two overstuffed suitcases roll alongside me while my backpack bounces on my shoulders.
After checking my bags, I meander through the terminal, watching businesspeople rush to their gates while families herd overexcited kids onto flights. My flight isn't for another hour, so I find a seat by the window overlooking the tarmac. Planes taxi and take off as I confirm my hotel reservation. I could've stayed at my dad's place, but I know by now my old bedroom has likely become his at-home office. Anyway, it'll be nice to have some independence on this trip back home.
The call comes over the intercom: "Now boarding Flight 784 to LAX." I grab my carry-on and hustle to the gate, eager to secure my window seat near the front. The line inches forward as passengers jam the jetbridge, jostling for position. I finally reach my row and hoist my bag into the overhead bin. As I plop into my seat, I peek out the oval window at the tarmac below. Ground crew in neon vests scurry around the plane, making final checks. The cabin door slams shut, and we lurch into motion. The engines rumble as we gather speed, pressing me back into the headrest. My pulse quickens in that familiar pre-flight rush. The nose tilts up, and we're airborne! Home, here I come!
The LA sun hangs low in a hazy orange sky as I collapse into the hotel room's plush queen bed, weary from a day of travel. Cleaning and packing left me exhausted, so I had to cancel dinner plans with Dad despite his obvious excitement on the phone. He mentioned some "proposal" he has for me - likely another attempt to get me to ditch the hotel and stay at his place instead. But this modest room has everything I need - soft carpets, textured walls, and pillows galore.
After a long day, the thought of going back out into the bustling city streets makes me weary. I decide to unwind in the cozy confines of my hotel room instead. Stepping into the shower, I turn the heat up high, letting the warm water envelope my tired muscles. As steam fills the air, I feel the stress of the day wash away. Wrapped in a plush robe, I settle into the comfy armchair and flip on the TV. The sports channel is covering the latest NFL news - the FortyNiners are gearing up for a big pre season. But soon they switch over to hockey, and my ears perk up. It's an update on my dad's team! I lean in, eager to catch every detail and stat. The lively commentary of the sportscasters fills the room as I relax into the overstuffed cushions.
"Folks, the Rooks are looking like a force to be reckoned with this season," the announcer says with enthusiasm. She’s blonde, wearing a gray suit and enough makeup to cover her crows feet and forehead wrinkles, "Coach Brody has lit a fire under this team during preseason and you can see it in the intensity of their practices and scrimmages. The offense is clicking and putting up big numbers, but don't overlook the tenacious defense - whether it's the starting unit or the backups on the ice, these guys are shutting down opponents left and right. The Rooks are hungry for a championship and have all the pieces to make a deep playoff run. If they keep up this level of play, we could be in for an electric season with the Rooks!"
The Rooks take to the ice, a blur of black jerseys with fiery red numbers, names shining under the arena lights. Skates slice and sticks flash as they circle the rink, putting on a show for the cameras.
“Goalie McClain is a steel wall with his saves.” the announcer gushes as the footage switches to practice - the puck rockets toward McClain's net but the goalie drops, gloves flung wide to make the save. You can almost hear the ice spray and skate blades carve as the team flies around the rink, hockey poetry in motion. The Rooks glide and dash in a choreographed dance, aggressive and graceful all at once, as their dark uniforms and gear mesh into a cohesive force.
The defense barrels towards their opponents with unrelenting intensity, their eyes locked in a fierce glare. "Sanchez is proving himself as the team's starting center this season," the announcer declares, her voice rising with excitement. "Sebastian and Karlsson - the league's top defense duo - are an unstoppable force!"
A tender smile spreads across my face as I gaze at my father's team, my heart swelling with pride. My phone chimes softly, lighting up with a new message from the coach.
Dad (04:45PM): Visitor pass will be at the front desk of your hotel in the morning. Should get you into the rink for the game on Saturday and tomorrow. Come down to the rink after four, we will grab some dinner once I'm done with practice.
Curled up under my warm blankets, I open my phone to a new Snap from Marissa. Her selfie pops up on my screen, a pouty expression across her face with the words "miss you" scribbled in playful handwriting. I can't help but smile, picturing her exaggerated faux sadness at our time apart.
The sun melts into the horizon, casting an amber glow over the Los Angeles skyline. Palm trees dance in the gentle evening breeze as the city begins to wind down for the night. The view from my hotel is stunning, with the skyscrapers silhouetted against the vibrant sunset. I open the blinds to take it all in, the concrete jungle transformed into a sea of gilded light. There's a magic in the air at this time of day, a tranquil beauty that washes over the urban landscape. For a moment, the hectic pace of LA seems to fade away. I breathe deeply and let the fading light soothe my soul, appreciating the simple joy of a perfect sunset over the city of angels.
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stung by the wasp
Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x OFC (Violet)
Content Warning/Tags: ⚠️ 18+MDNI!! male masturbation, male sexual fantasy, soft dom!OFC, light sub Jolly, fingering, finger riding, female masturbation, teasing, cum eating, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie.
Word Count: 5.3k
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Author’s Note: this is part 2 to the way you bend the way you break. thank you to @deathblacksmoke for beta’ing this 🤍
So come to me
No sense of restraint
It’s in Jolly’s favor that he knows the music so well. He has played their songs so many times he doesn’t even have to think about what he’s doing, he works strictly on muscle memory.
It’s in Jolly’s favor, because his mind is in a million places, but this show is not one of them.
He’s too busy thinking about her thighs wrapped around his head while he laps at her pussy. The movements and noises she makes when he inserts a finger inside her. How soft and plush her breasts feel in his hand. How being inside of her made him feral in a way he’s never felt with anyone before.
They had only had sex twice, once the night she came over and again the next morning. Jolly hadn’t seen her or barely heard from her in the ten days since she left, but she was all he could think about. He was beginning to feel like he dreamt it.
The metronome in his ear clicks and brings him back to reality for a moment. He opens his eyes and surveys the stage. He watches Nicholas screaming into his mic on the other end. He suddenly realizes what song they're on and that he’s supposed to be screaming along with him.
Shit.
Nicholas backs away from his mic and stares at him pointedly. Jolly gives the bassist an apologetic look in return and he rolls his eyes playfully, a soft smile on his lips. Nicholas can never stay mad at him for too long.
The rest of the show goes by smoothly with no issues. The embarrassment from his little mishap helped him focus but as the show continued his mind drifted back to Violet. By the time the show ended he was ripping his gear off and storming off the stage.
Jolly hears Noah and Matt call after him but he ignores them. He’s hot, dizzy, and needs to find somewhere to be alone before he loses it. The green room wasn’t an option so he stalks further backstage looking for an empty room. He finds a bathroom at the far end of the hallway and decides it will do.
He slams the door behind him and locks it, pacing the room. He threads his fingers together and places them on top of his head, breathing deeply and trying to will his thoughts away. No matter how hard he tries, they go straight back to her. It was like his mind was stuck on a loop and the only thing that would play is her.
Jolly shouldn’t be thinking about her like this. This was Violet. His best friend. She trusted him to give her what she needed and that was it. It wasn’t supposed to go any further than that. Something snapped in him that night. Now, he’s become this disgusting fiend desperate to have her again.
He strikes the door with the palm of his hand, frustrated, and leans against it. Deep breathing wasn’t working, trying to redirect his thoughts wasn’t working. The throbbing in his pants wasn’t going away and he couldn’t walk back out there in this state.
Jolly closes his eyes and his mind drifts again, back to her naked in his bed. The beautiful way she quivered when he made her cum. How sweet she tasted. She looked so gorgeous with her makeup completely ruined and running down her face. Her voice crying out for him has haunted him in his sleep since she left.
He would much prefer the soft skin of her hand than the rough calloused surface of his own, but he’s not in a position to complain. It’s still a mind blowing sensation when he spits in his hand and coats his cock, dragging the pre-cum from his slit down as well.
Jolly attempts to move slowly, limiting the noise so as not to give himself away but his thoughts betray him as he hears Violet’s voice in the back of his mind.
I need to feel you, daddy.
Jolly rests his head right below his arm, the only thing that was keeping him upright at this point. The cool metal of the door was no match for the heat radiating off of his skin. Beads of sweat form between his brows and drop from his face as he furrows them.
He bites back the moans that threaten to spill from him. He can’t risk anyone on the other side hearing. Fist moving rapidly over his aching cock, he chokes out her name as his orgasm crashes into him.
He cleans himself up and stuffs himself back into his pants. He stares at himself in the mirror, shame and disgust settling in.
“Oh, my flower. What have you done to me?”
“You want to talk about what happened out there?” Jolly hears Nicholas’ voice through the curtain of his bunk. He was considerate enough not to just fling it open, at least. None of the other guys would have given him that courtesy.
Jolly stares at the top of his bunk in silence, hoping Nicholas will think he’s not there. When he knocks on the paneling Jolly realizes he’s not getting out of this. He slides the curtain open in a huff to see Nicholas smiling at him. Jolly’s face softens at the younger man. It was hard to be in a bad mood around him.
“I’m sorry about that. I got distracted by something in the crowd. Won’t happen again.”
Nicholas narrows his eyes. Jolly knew better than to lie to him.
“We‘ve had fights, medical emergencies, people showing tits and ass in the crowd and you’ve never been that distracted before.” He takes a seat on the bunk opposite Jolly. “Why don’t you tell me what’s really going on?”
Jolly lays back against his pillow pinching the bridge of his nose. Guess he has to tell him sooner or later.
“Violet and I had sex a couple of weeks ago.”
There’s no immediate response from Nicholas so Jolly lifts his head to look at him. If he is shocked, disappointed, or confused he doesn’t show it. He just stares back at Jolly with the same content look on his face.
“Go on.” Nicholas finally says.
“She came over to my place and asked if we could.. you know. So we did. It was just supposed to be for stress relief but I can’t get her out of my head, man.”
“Have you seen her since then? Talked to her?”
Jolly shakes his head. “I haven’t seen her and we’ve only texted a few times.”
“Maybe you should call her.”
The older man scoffs, looking at his friend incredulously.
“And say what? ‘Hey, Vi. I know we haven’t talked in a couple of weeks but I can’t get you off my mind, wanna fuck?’ No way.”
“Or.. “ Nicholas begins. “You could invite her to the party we’re throwing on Friday when we get back into town. You can talk to her then. It’s a casual environment so it won’t be as weird for the two of you.”
Jolly stares at Nicholas for a moment and then returns his attention to an uninteresting spot on the bunk above him.
“That’s not a bad idea.” He mumbles quietly.
Jolly can see the grin on Nicholas' face from his peripheral vision and he’s already annoyed. It’s contagious, however, and he finds himself smiling despite himself.
Nicholas gets up, nudging his leg with his knee.
“You need to get laid, dude. You’re grumpier than usual and if you fuck up on stage again Matt might kill you.”
Jolly laughs, rolling his eyes.
“I’m not afraid of Matt.”
“YOU SHOULD BE!” Matt’s voice booms from the front of the bus. Jolly and Nicholas trade glances and laugh. He decides then that he’ll call Violet tomorrow.
Jolly picks at a stray piece of wicker that had broken loose from the chair he’s sitting on. He’s kept his eye on her through the patio door all night, willing her to walk outside. She arrived two hours ago. They exchanged waves when she spotted him, a sweet smile on her face that made his knees buckle a little.
He hoped she would join everyone outside but she got caught up in conversation with someone he didn’t recognize. As she was finally making her way out the door, Folio caught her and dragged her back inside. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, chugging the rest of his beer.
Jolly glances over at her again, this time she’s glaring at him with a look that screams “get me out of here.” He heads into the house, deciding it was time for another beer anyways.
“Folio, my good man.” Jolly says loudly as soon as he spots them, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “Would you mind terribly if I stole Violet from you?”
Folio shook his head and smiled. “Not at all. I’m probably boring her to death anyways.”
“You could never, my dear.” Violet responds, placing a kiss on his cheek, making him blush. “Thank you for educating me on.. what was it again?”
“Overfishing!” Folio answers. “It’s devastating to the marine ecosystem and their food chain!”
“That’s it. Thank you, Folio. Jolly, are you ready?”
“Absolutely.” Jolly says, giving Violet his arm. She takes it and waves to Folio as they retreat to the next room.
“Oh my God, thank you.” She whispers, clinging to his arm. “I love him to death but if I had to hear one more fact about fish I was going to rip my hair out.”
Jolly laughs at her. “He’s very enthusiastic about his hobbies. He means well.”
Violet claps her hand over her forehead. “I feel like a total asshole.”
Jolly turns to look for his friend who was currently standing in between the legs of another woman that was perched on the counter top. She was playing with his hair as he spoke and from his hand gestures, he was still talking about fishing. Jolly smirks and points.
“I think he’s doing okay.”
Violet looks over and laughs.
“We’ve been gone for five seconds!”
Jolly throws his head back in laughter. “He works fast, I’ll give him that.”
“So you wanted to talk to me?” Violet asks out of the blue. The question is so abrupt it throws Jolly off guard and he forgets for a moment that he invited her to the party for a reason. He nods quickly, looking down at her. She touches his arm and his skin ignites. This is going to be more difficult than he thought.
“Is there somewhere else that we can go? Somewhere more private?”
Jolly ushers her in the room, closing the door behind them. The only light on was the LEDs around the bed. He knew this wasn’t a good idea but all of the other rooms were occupied.
Violet plops into the plush gaming chair while Jolly sits on the bed opposite her. She playfully swings the chair around and giggles. If he didn’t know her personality as well as he did, he might assume she had too much to drink. She catches him watching her and her cheeks turn a bright pink.
“So.” She murmurs, scooting to the edge of the chair. Jolly purposely ignores the way her skirt rides up her thighs as she moves, but something catches his eye. Against his better judgment he glances down and spots it. A black leather garter with a silver metal heart in the middle.
“What did you want to talk about?” Her voice breaks through the filthy thoughts in his mind. Violet runs her hand over the garter and he has to pull himself together enough to form a response.
“I just uh.. wanted to-” He slowly drags out the last word when she spreads her legs a little, lifting one to cross it over the other but she hesitates briefly. In that split second Jolly sees the damp spot that has formed on her underwear. It disappears immediately as she crosses her legs but the damage has been done.
Any chance Jolly has of forming a coherent sentence now is completely gone. It was taxing enough for his short circuiting brain to close his mouth that was hanging open. All she did was adjust her position in her chair and he was panting and salivating like some kind of rabid dog.
Violet giggles softly, her fingers tracing the heart shaped charm on her garter.
“That’s what I figured. I missed you too, daddy.”
If his legs hadn’t been turned to jelly by her comment then he would have snatched her out of the chair and shown her how badly he missed her. However, the situation being what it was, Jolly just sits there, his fists balling up the fabric of his jeans.
Violet stands up and saunters over, placing both hands on his shoulders. He looks up at her as she rubs her thumb against his jawline. Her gaze softens the longer their eyes meet.
“Is this what you want?” She whispers.
“Yes. Please.” Jolly responds. At this point, he doesn’t care if he sounds desperate. He wants, no— he needs her.
Violet climbs on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. Jolly has no idea what to do with his hands, a feeling he hasn’t had since he was a teenager. He struggles with his choice and evidently it’s obvious as she laughs and places his hands on her waist.
“This is not the same Jolly from the other night.” She says as she threads a hand through his hair. Jolly heaves a pleasant sigh and leans into her touch. He has been nervous to touch her all night but now that she was close to him again all of the nerves vanished.
“I’m not always so dominant, you know.” He replies, squeezing her waist. She squirms a little and he’s grateful that she’s not sitting directly on his crotch otherwise he’d render that statement useless.
“So my Jolly is a switch, huh?” A smirk plays across her lips and Jolly has to pretend that it doesn’t make his heart race hearing her call him hers.
“Something like that.” His eyes flicker from hers to her lips, and she licks them, earning her another squeeze. She scoots further into his lap, her clothed pussy rubbing against the hardening cock in his jeans.
Her skirt moves up her thighs and Jolly, suddenly feeling a bit more confident, drags his hands down to dig into the flesh. The action isn’t necessarily an encouragement to move, but if she takes it as such he won’t complain.
She doesn’t move, however, but she lifts herself off of him ever so slightly. Grabbing his hand from her thigh she pushes it between her legs guiding his fingers over the dampened fabric of her panties.
Jolly’s breath gets caught in his throat, his head swimming as she uses his fingers to push her panties aside. Between her gasps when she guides him over her clit and how wet she is already, Jolly is fairly certain he could cum untouched.
Violet tilts her head back, enjoying herself as she uses his hand for her pleasure. He watches her, wide eyed, desperate to kiss her or touch her somewhere. He doesn’t dare to interrupt the show. This was all he’d thought about for nearly two weeks.
Violet looks back at Jolly, her eyes glazed over in lust. Jolly imagines his eyes are much similar. She pulls him in, kissing him hard and desperately. She rises again and pushes two fingers inside of her, gasping at the stretch.
She rotates her hips, clenching around Jolly’s fingers. She takes his face in her hand, biting his lip as she begins to ride him. It takes her some time to come up with the words in between pants but she finally manages.
“Let me fuck myself on your fingers and then you can fill me up, okay?”
Jolly’s mouth goes dry and he nods, knowing that if the roles were reversed he would not accept that as an answer. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Violet as she grabs his chin firmly.
“I need your words, sweet boy.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He chokes out, and as soon as the words leave his mouth she clenches around his fingers so tight he’s positive that she’s cut off the circulation in his hand. It’s almost painful but there’s no way in hell he is going to stop her.
Jolly can’t decide what he wants to concentrate on more, her face or where they’re connected. He pushes her skirt up her waist further so he can get a better view. The sight of her bouncing on his fingers, and her slick coating his entire hand has him licking his lips and dying for a taste.
“My flower, please… Can I taste you?” Jolly begs.
“You can lick me from your fingers when I’m done. Now are you going to make me cum, or not?”
Jolly places his hand at the middle of her back, leaning her backward so he can have more room to work. Violet maintains her movements as he meets them, pressing the palm of his hand into her clit. She throws her head back, uttering the cries that Jolly’s been desperate to hear for so long. He curls his fingers inside of her and her movements slow, the spot he’s massaging wiping out every thought in her mind.
Jolly curls his hand around her neck, tilting her head forward to face him. Her eyes bore into his, glazed over with pleasure, as she attaches her forehead to his.
“Keep going, pretty girl. Doing so good for me.”
Violet keens at his praise while she clings to him, grinding her hips against his fingers. With the increased pressure against her sweet spot her orgasm collides into her with such force she seizes in Jolly’s lap, mouth agape but no sound comes out.
Jolly removes his fingers when she grabs at his wrist. He wastes no time shoving them between his lips, moaning at the delectable taste of her. She watches as he sucks her release from his digits, already missing them inside her.
The noises he makes cleaning his fingers are downright obscene. Once he’s certain every crevice of them have been cleaned, he moves to his palm and then down his wrist. Jolly sees her staring wide eyed, biting her lip. He smirks at her, running his tongue up his arm to catch a rogue drop that had fallen.
“Don’t wanna waste a single drop of my flower’s
sweet nectar.”
Violet whines and grinds against the bulge in Jolly’s pants. He groans, guiding her over his lap with a death grip on her. She leans his head back for better access to his neck, sucking bruises into his flesh. She roughly tries to remove his belt buckle but struggles.
“Easy, baby. We’ve got plenty of time.” Jolly chuckles, helping her remove his belt and pants. She pulls his boxers off and climbs back in his lap, his shirt quickly removed and discarded behind her.
“I’ve waited just as long as you have for this, Joakim.” She says, grabbing his cock. Between the grip she has on him and his full first name falling from her lips, Jolly’s resolve was dwindling quickly.
“Are you going to take your clothes off or am I going to have to do it for you?” He questions, cocking an eyebrow.
Violet squeezes his cock, eliciting a low groan from him. She smirks, pumping him so painfully slow it’s almost torturous.
“I think you’re forgetting who is in charge this time, love. It seems that I recall when I got mouthy you threatened to leave me to fend for myself.” She drags the pad of her thumb over his slit and he hisses. “You don’t want me to do that now, do you?”
The noise that escapes Jolly is pathetic as he wildly shakes his head. Violet raises her eyebrows in anticipation. He knows she’s waiting for a response but all he can think about is how she’s pressing on the tip of his cock with her thumb.
“I’m waiting.” She sings.
“No-No ma’am. Please don’t do that.” He chokes out, his throat so dry now his voice has become hoarse.
“Be a good boy for me and lie on the bed.” Violet says, lifting herself from his lap enough so that he can slide backwards. Once he’s settled back against the pillows in a way that satisfies her she crawls on top of him again.
“Now.” Violet hums, dragging her core against him. Jolly’s breath hitches as she slicks up his cock. He stretched her out with his fingers and she’s so wet he could probably just slip in if only she’d just—
“Love, I believe I was speaking to you.” Her fingers dig into the flesh of his jaw, puckering his lips. She sucks his lower lip into her mouth, biting on the flesh.
“Mmm. Now what was I saying? Oh yeah.” Violet readjusts herself making a point to press onto him even harder. He grunts, flexing his hands at his sides but does his best to pay attention.
“I’m going to take my clothes off. You’re going to watch me, and under no circumstances are you allowed to touch me, understand?”
“Yes ma’am.” Jolly nods, fanning his arms out across the bed so she can see them.
Violet smiles, leaning over to kiss him.
“Thank you, sweet boy. So good for me.”
Jolly’s heart bursts at the praise. He chases her lips as she pulls away but she’s too quick. She runs her hands down the front of her sheer floral top, pulling it over her head. Her fingers trace the lace around the cups of her bra and she pulls them down exposing her breasts.
Jolly’s breath hitches when she leans over, hovering over his mouth. All he had to do was stick his tongue out and he could wrap it around her nipple but he kept his mouth shut tightly. He needed to be good for her.
Violet wets her forefinger and drags lazy circles around her nipple. Jolly watches as it pebbles and clenches his fists. He holds his breath completely when she drags it against his lips.
“Open up, love.”
The speed at which Jolly wraps his mouth around her surprises even her as she gasps a little. A mixture of a moan and a laugh leaves her when he closes his mouth tightly around her.
The pretty noises Jolly has missed so much fall from her lips as she rocks backs and forth on top of him. He can feel her getting wetter by the second, her arousal dripping down his balls the more she moves.
Her thighs squeeze him tight, her moans becoming louder. One hand is grabbing the flesh of his shoulder and the other is holding his head as close to her as possible, like he would stop unless he was forced.
As her movements become more erratic, Jolly knows her orgasm is near. He forces himself to think about music, literature, anything to keep his own from coming on. The blend of sensations, noises, and friction, however, were making it almost impossible.
Jolly watches her face from below as her second orgasm peaks. He’s infatuated by the way her mouth drops open and how her nose scrunches up. His favorite thing is how she shivers and smiles a little towards the end. He wishes he could film her so he can watch it over and over.
Maybe she’ll let him one day.
He forgets himself in the moment and lets go of the bedsheets, removing her bra and enveloping both breasts in his hands. He raises his hips up providing more pressure as she grinds against him. Violet falls on top of him as she finishes, running her hand underneath his head and gently pushing her fingers in his hair.
She kisses and nibbles at his neck. Jolly traces patterns across her back as he hums softly. The sweet moment is interrupted when she abruptly grips his hair, pulling his head back to look at her.
“What did I say about touching me, love?” Violet says firmly.
The realization hits him and Jolly’s hands fly back to the mattress. He stutters out an apology, something about how he just wanted to make her feel good. He knew it was futile though. He deserved to be punished.
“You were a good boy and didn’t cum but you broke the rules so I have to punish you, now.”
“Yes ma’am.” Jolly responds and she hums, kissing him and letting go of his hair. She sits up and removes her skirt. The only remaining clothing item was her soaked panties that had been pushed aside. Jolly writhes underneath her, letting out a pathetic whimper as she gets off of him. Violet sees his hand move slightly and tuts at him.
“Am I going to have to tie you up, love? I’m sure Noah has something in here we could use.”
Jolly shakes his head. “No ma’am. I’ll be good, I swear.”
Violet smiles and sits between his legs facing him, draping her own on either side of his waist. From this view, Jolly could see her entire body perfectly. She lifts her hips up, pulling her panties down and off her legs, throwing them into the floor.
She scoots up closer to him, her pussy so close to his throbbing cock he can practically feel her heat. Leaning back on her left elbow, her right hand lands on her inner thigh. Her fingers drag down, collecting her arousal that had dripped there.
Jolly’s eyes nearly bug out of his head when she runs a finger up her slit, collecting more juices. She brings the finger up to her mouth, wrapping her tongue around it. A loud, obscene “mmmm” follows as she pulls it between her lips with a pop.
“I can taste you too, sweet boy.”
His mind goes completely blank as she speaks. His cock jumps against his belly, the swollen red tip leaking even more. Her eyes trail down to where the pre-cum pools on his stomach and licks her lips.
Sitting forward Violet reaches over and swipes it with her fingertips. Her knuckles barely graze against the head of his cock but he’s so sensitive the contact makes him hiss. Instead of putting her fingers straight into her mouth this time, she applies his arousal to her lips, slowly rolling her tongue over them to collect it.
Violet spreads what didn’t go on her tongue onto her clit. Her head lolls back as she touches herself. The sight has Jolly clenching his jaw and white knuckling the bed sheets. When she fits two fingers inside of her with ease, he has to look away.
“I don’t think I said you could look away.” Violet says sweetly, with a warning behind it. “Look at me, Joakim.” Jolly takes a deep breath and looks back at her, immediately moaning.
The prettiest pussy he’s ever seen, quite possibly the only one he ever wants to see again for the rest of his life, was spread open before him. He sits up on his elbows, then on his hands, desperate to get closer. She grabs his thigh, a silent reminder to keep his hands to himself.
“Tell me you want it.”
Jolly’s mouth drops open as she uses his own game against him. He does want her more than anything else. He knows he won’t last long but by the way her thighs are subtly shaking, she won’t either. He swallows hard and nods, begging like he should.
“Yes. Yes, please.”
“Tell me what you want, sweet boy.” Her voice shakes as she speaks.
“My flower… please.” Jolly pants. “I want your pretty pussy. Need to be inside you.”
It’s clear that Violet’s resolve weakens significantly at his begging as she practically scrambles on top of him. She kisses him so hard that it makes his mouth hurt but he doesn’t mind. Violet pulls back panting and grabs his hands, placing them on her waist.
“Waist only. If they move, I stop.” She declares upon his lips with no real authority. Jolly nods appreciating the soft bits of skin he was given access to. His nails dig in her flesh and he buries his face in her neck when she lowers herself onto him.
The feeling of her cunt so warm and tight around him drives him crazy but calms the anxiety that has been raging inside of him for weeks. She chants his name while she rides him, and he realizes that just like him, she’s needed this too.
Violet bounces on him hard, neither of them concerned about how much noise they make. Luckily, the music from the party will drown most of it out anyways. Jolly keeps his hands where he was told to, focusing on leaving as many marks on her neck and chest as he could. He wanted to make sure she walked out of this room and everyone knew who she belonged to.
Jolly feels moisture as he nibbles her jaw and looks up. He notices tears falling down her face and calls out to her. Violet leans her forehead against his, both sticky with sweat. Her face twists as she tries to speak.
“F-feels so g-good, Jolly.” She whimpers. “I’m so close.”
“Cum with me, Käraste. I need it.” He begs.
“Touch me, please, please, pl-“ She repeats as Jolly reaches in between them to give her what she wants. The dominance and submission was gone and all that remained was their need for each other. Their climaxes hit together and it’s almost too much. Jolly falls back against the pillows, bringing Violet with him, thrusting into her chasing their highs.
He rolls them over but doesn’t let go of her. He’s afraid she’ll leave again and never come back. Violet hugs him, almost as if she heard his thoughts and was trying to comfort him. It’s peaceful with her like this. Suddenly, she giggles against his chest, leaning back to face him.
“Does this mean I have to run you a bubble bath and comb your hair this time?”
Jolly shakes with laughter and she joins him.
“I mean, aftercare is important and so is that beautiful hair of yours.”
Jolly laughs some more and kisses her forehead. She smiles up at him and for a moment he forgets how to breathe. Her green eyes reflect the changing colors from the LEDs. He kisses her, holding her so tightly against him he’s afraid he’ll suffocate her but she simply melts into his arms.
When they part she refuses to stop, continuously pecking at his lips. Jolly decides they need to get up before Noah finds them in his bed and she whines but agrees. They get dressed and sneak down the stairs. Jolly grabs them two bottles of water and waves goodbye, hurriedly pulling her outside.
They walk to her car and Jolly leans back against the driver side door, hoping to delay the inevitable. He cracks open the bottle of water and takes a drink, nudging a rock on the ground with his boot. Violet stops a few feet in front of him. He glances at her, confused.
“What are you doing?”
“Walking you to your car?” Jolly responds, even more confused.
“I’ve been drinking. I can’t drive.” Violet says, winking.
Jolly smirks, immediately playing along. He smacks himself in the forehead playfully, rolling his eyes.
“Of course. How silly of me!”
Violet sighs in faux disappointment. “I guess you’re just going to have to take me home.”
Jolly presses his tongue to his cheek and then swipes it behind his lower lip. “Well if I do that I might as well spend the night.”
Violet cocks an eyebrow.
“To take care of you. Ya know. Since you’re such a drunk and all.” He winks at her.
Violet cackles and rolls her eyes. “Just take me home already, Joakim.”
“Yes ma’am.”
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Learning Lessons
Pairing: vampire!Nicholas x fem!reader x vampire!Noah
Content warnings: 18+, oral (female receiving), sub!Noah tied to the cuck chair, possessive dom!Nicholas (??? Idk it kinda took a turn towards the end)
A/N: Is there any real vampire shit in this??? Not really, other than the stuff I’ve made up in my head. A little continuation of this thot and this. Did not proof read this at all, soooo if it’s a jumbled mess, sorry.
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Nicholas quickly regretted agreeing to no fingers—not because he lacked confidence, but because his tongue could only reach so far. Sure, he could ask, but that would mean he’d have to stop licking into you and that certainly wasn’t a viable option. He wanted to savor every little drop of nectar possible, commit your taste to memory. Nothing in his young immortal life had ever tasted as splendid and wonderful as you. He almost understood why Noah chose to neglect his studies—almost.
“You’re not doing it right,” Noah barked, struggling against his restraints.
“Noah,” you sighed, “He’s doing fine.”
Breathy and low, Nicholas took immense pleasure in the moan you made. Your back arched and pressed more of your center to his mouth. He swallowed down his own moan when you softly threaded your fingers through his hair, ultimately failing as you tugged gently.
Internally, Nicholas smirked hearing Noah’s frustrated huff and more fruitless flailing.
Every stroke of his tongue, each meticulous flick and lick was purposeful and calculated. It took him no time at all to render you speechless, much to everyone’s happiness. The only sounds escaping you were loud, boisterous and erotic, encouraging Nicholas to work faster, creating an endless, perfect cycle.
He gazed up at you, admiring the rapid rise and fall of your chest and bliss filled haze surrounding you. His name sounded ethereal and heavenly tumbling from your lips.
Up until now, he’d been so gentle and kind, sweet and tender, but prayer of his name paired with Noah’s whimpering cries drove him close to insanity. He gripped your hips mean and rough, pulling you impossibly closer, burying his face deeper. You tried to grind against him, but he held you firmly in place. His strength surprised you.
“Don’t stop,” You pled, grasping his hair a little harsher. “I'm so close.”
Nicholas hummed, delighted by your command.
Thrashing caught his ear and he glanced towards the being strapped to the chair. Noah had his eyes closed, neck back and face turned up to the ceiling. His breathing was labored. Nicholas could feel the jealous envy and aroused helplessness radiating from him.
As if felt his steely gaze, Noah looked down his nose, nostrils flaring ever so slightly when their eyes met, desperate anger flickering in the darkness of his irises. It was as if Noah was trying to challenge him, trying to show him how dangerous he could be. Nicholas knew better though. He knew all too well how pathetic and docile Noah was when it came to sex. It was all posturing, a poor show of power he didn’t possess.
He kept his eyes fixed on Noah, feeling full of smug pride. Watching him struggle to keep his cool, seeing him bite down on his lip so hard it’d started to bleed had its own intoxicating effect on Nicholas. The faint smell of his blood mingling with the scent of you so heavily on his senses was dizzying, almost too much for him to bear.
The sight of Noah on the verge of tears, thrashing violently against his restraints while you called out another’s name at the peak of climax was one of the most beautiful images and sounds Nicholas thinks he’s ever seen.
A litany of swears and vitriol erupted from Noah, cursing his very maker with a sharp, venomous tongue. His threats may have been empty, but they certainly wouldn’t go unpunished. Nicholas would make sure this moment was a learning lesson in private. Though, the flaming daggers staring back at him as you gasped and writhed in his grasp delighted him.
Had you been his, Nicholas would have left you crying, begging for your life to stop—but he had to show mercy. There was an agreement after all, as much as he’d love to keep torturing and tormenting Noah.
Reluctantly, Nicholas pulled away, nose to chin glistening. Briefly, his eyes fluttered shut as he unconsciously licked his lips, already craving more of your essence. You smiled at him, so radiant and bright, he’s positive it outshined the fullest moon on the clearest night. In that moment, he decided he too would do anything you asked. He would gladly accompany Noah in his chokehold.
Whatever enchantment you cast on Noah, Nicholas found himself falling victim to.
“God fucking damn it.”
The sound of leather ripping prompted Nicholas to tear his eyes from you, landing immediately on Noah as the strap across his chest snapped. With lightning fast speed, he stood in front of Noah, looming over him. He grabbed his jaw and forced him to look at him.
All the rage and vague jealousy melted away, leaving behind an expression that mimicked a wounded puppy. Under different circumstances, Nicholas would have thought it was endearing—cute even— but there was nothing cute about the careless venom he spewed.
“Do you see why you need to learn, Noah? Do you know what you told me?” He said, not an ounce of emotion in his voice.
Noah visibly sunk back into the chair, clearly aware of his misbehavior and painfully embarrassed.
Not satisfied with his silence, Nicholas tightened his grip and leaned down so they were face to face. Noah tried to look everywhere but the scolding, icy eyes in front him, but Nicholas wouldn’t allow it.
“Look at me when I’m talking to you.” He shook his head by his jaw.
Sheepishly, Noah obeyed. He squirmed under Nicholas’ judgment.
“You’ve been terribly behaved this evening, Noah.” He raked his eyes over his shameful face. Red stained his lips, and a bruise had started to form from his teeth.
Nicholas moved his thumb to delicately brush along his bottom lip. He brought their faces closer together, wanting to get a better smell of Noah’s blood and giving him a tantalizing whiff of your delectable arousal. Noah couldn’t contain his whimper or the way he tried to capture Nicholas’ lips, desperate for a taste of you.
Goosebumps pricked his skin as he felt breath and soft lips on his ear.
“If I was cruel,” Nicholas whispered, voice low and quiet, only loud enough for him to hear, “I’d keep you tied here all night while I have my way with her, bring her within an inch of her life and make her mine.”
Panic surged through Noah and he tested his bindings again, only to be swiftly reminded it would take much more strength and power to break the rest. He locked eyes with you, offering an equally enchanting and ethereal smile.
The low, rumbling chuckle in his ear made him shiver.
“Lucky for you, I’m not entirely cruel.”
Nicholas bent down and unfastened the restraints around his legs and ankles. As he moved to the ones on his arms and wrists, he once again fixed his eyes on Noah, giving him a stern, dangerous look.
“But if you ever threaten to ‘rip my fucking throat out’ again, knowingly or unknowingly, I will make good on cruelty. Understood?”
“Yes.” Noah nodded furiously. Nicholas raised a brow.
“Yes…?” He let his question trail off.
“Yes sir.”
Nicholas gave his own approving nod and freed him. Noah sat still as could be, waiting to be dismissed. He didn’t want to anger Nicholas anymore than he had.
“Go.”
Quicker than lightning, Noah pounced on you, eagerly settling between your thighs, already salivating before he’d even had a lick.
A small smile pulled at Nicholas’ lips as he watched a feral, pussy starved Noah devour you, happily cleaning the mess he left behind. Wet squelching and audible slurping filled the room; the erotic sounds warmed his skin, spreading through him and stoking his growing desire.
Silently and secretly, he hoped you’d be kind enough to invite him again.
The next morning, Nicholas was pleasantly surprised to see Noah bright and early, ready to learn. Perhaps all he needed was a little scaring after all. He would be sure to thank you later.
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PolyVerse Cam Boy AU//Jolly
Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Holly(ofc) with mentions of Noah Sebastian x Holly(ofc), Nicholas Ruffilo x Holly(ofc), and Nicholas Ruffilo x Holly(ofc) x Noah Sebastian
Content warnings: partner sharing, exhibitionism, oral (male and female receiving), mentions of fisting, P in V sex, squirting, light choking, mentions of sex work
Contains sexual situations with fictionalized versions of real people. None of this is real, and we should all know this by now, but if it's still not your thing, hit the back button.
For the lovely @throwingmetothelions who has let me play in her Cam Boy HC sandbox not once, but twice now, since Jolly decided he wanted to have a turn. And thank you to @signs-of-ill-portent for being the best fucking cheerleader and beta ever to grace my life.
<This is a sex worker positive blog and if you have a problem with that then this is not the fic for you. Thnx.>
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Jolly doesn't exactly know what the whole situation is with Nick, Noah, and Holly. At the very least, he knows she's fucking both of them. Or maybe they're both fucking her. Although, judging by what he heard last night, he's pretty sure they're all fucking each other.
Not that it matters all that much, but it's important he has some kinda story straight in his head when he enters the kitchen almost every morning to the sight of her dressed in someone else's shirt and little to nothing else.
He feels like he's going insane, but who can blame him when he's had to go to sleep almost every night this week, hearing how pretty she sounds when one of them takes her apart? He tries not to listen – he does – but at this point, it almost seems like they're doing it on purpose.
Add to that the fact that he watched every second of that stream they did a couple of months ago, and he's been a very distracted man indeed. It doesn't matter that they cut it off before any actual fucking took place, because he now knows exactly what she looks like writhing with a head between her legs, and it's beautiful. Jolly's dreamt about it; getting on his knees in front of her, throwing a leg over his shoulder while he eats her out, exactly how Nick said she likes it, only to wake either hard as a rock or sticky in a mess of his own making.
It's fine, he tells himself. He just has to stick it out for a few more days until Nick and Holly return to Virginia. He tells himself that he can handle it. It’s just a few more days, a few more sleepless nights, but it doesn't help. Jolly spends all of his next stream barely speaking, as the fantasy of Holly walking in on him takes hold and cums so hard, he's pretty sure he hears his jaw crack.
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"So, this is where the magic happens, huh?"
He jumps at the sound of her voice, mouth going dry when he turns away from his computer to eye Holly leaning in the doorway because she's dressed in a shirt she must have taken from Noah’s laundry because it's actually his; he swallows, trying to will away the hardness forming in his sweatpants. The garment swims on her frame, and he hopes to God she’s got something on under it.
"You know," she says conversationally as she kicks away from the door, "I thought about walking in on you while you were doing your stream thing yesterday." His eyes track her as she crosses into the room, cataloging the curves he can’t see, but knows are there. She perches herself on the desk in front of him, staring down at him with interest. "That's your thing, right? You like to be walked in on…watched?"
He thinks it’d almost be funny if her words weren’t actively trying to break his brain.
His fingers drum against his thigh, and he sighs. This is a bad idea, a voice in his head murmurs, and yet he answers anyway. “Uh…yeah.” He snorts. “Yeah, it is.”
Holly nods, humming quietly to herself as her crossed ankles swing softly in the small space that separates them. His mind wanders back to what she said earlier, and he’s curious.
This is a bad idea, the voice says again, but the question tumbles out of his mouth before he can think to stop it. “And what would you have done?”
“Hm?” Her eyebrow quirks, as if she’s confused, but he knows better. Jolly can see the little spark of mischief in her eyes. The one that reminds him so very much of Noah, and he understands now what Nick meant when he said those two were like two peas in a pod.
“What would you have done? If you had walked in?” He shouldn’t encourage this. Not when Nick and Noah are just on the other side of the wall. But he is so desperate to take back control of the situation, and, maybe if he goes far enough, he’ll be able to. Maybe if he tries hard enough, he’ll scare her off and she’ll go running back to them and stop rattling his cage like this. Jolly tilts his head as he stares at her for a beat longer, fingers pyramided in front of his chest.
She doesn’t move when he suddenly rolls his chair closer, smirking as he settles his hands on her knees.
“Would you have opened up these pretty legs for me?” He moves his hands up her thighs until his fingers can slide under the hem of her shorts. “Would you have let me bury my face in this sweet pussy of yours until one of them came looking for you?”
Glee rolls up his spine when Holly’s breath hitches as his fingers crawl higher under her shorts, and he pauses, hands halting until their eyes meet. He raises an eyebrow, wondering if this is all it will take, if now is when she’ll say stop and leave. But she doesn’t. Instead, she meets his gaze head-on, as if daring him to keep going. So he does, his calloused fingers searching until they reach the edge of her underwear. She leans back, spreading her legs wide as he slips beneath the elastic, shock replacing the satisfaction when he finds her folds slick.
“Is that what you would have wanted, Jolly?” she asks, voice low, almost a breathless purr. “Is that what you thought about when you got yourself off last?”
He was, but it’s not as if he’d tell her that. Not when he’s slowly losing this dubious game of sexual chicken they’ve found themselves in. Jolly clears his throat, trying to focus on his goal instead of how warm she feels underneath his hands, how soft, how she smells like soap and hot water and some kind of strawberry lotion that makes his mouth water. But then she shifts her hips, causing his thumb to brush against her clit, and before Jolly can make sense of what he’s doing, he dips it down and into her wet slit.
“Something tells me I’m not the only one that’s thought about it,” he counters. “Tell me, Holly, how many times have you thought about me when one of them has been between your thighs, huh?”
He feels very, very warm all of a sudden, the heat pooling in his gut spreading out to the rest of him, and while he knows he should stop, should take his hands off her and tell her to get out, he can’t. He’s too mesmerized by the feel of her inner walls clutching at his thumb as he slides it in and out of her.
It’s her whimper, a breathless call of his name, that snaps him out of the haze, that finally pulls his hands off of her as he stands abruptly, and maybe if he had any ability to actually think this through, this would be the end of it. But he’s too far gone now. Can’t do anything but take hold of her face with both his hands and plant his mouth on hers.
The kiss is messy and desperate, wet, open mouths and tongues and he can’t figure out which one of them has wanted this more. Is it her, with her hands fisted in his t-shirt, trying to tug him closer? Or is it him, with the way he pulls away from her lips to lap up the taste of her from the sticky trail his thumb left on her cheek? He lets go of her face to suck his thumb into his mouth, and as her sweet musk settles on his tongue, he knows he has to have her.
There are no thoughts of the consequences they may encounter as he shoves his hands into the waistband of Holly’s shorts. He follows them down, planting his knees on the carpet, eyes zeroing in on the small patch of fabric a little darker than the rest.
“Can I?” It’s an out as much as a request, their last chance to stop this before they go too far, and he hopes she takes it. Because he knows once he fully lets himself give in, there will be no going back. But she tangles a hand through his hair instead, nodding to him while she utters a quiet yes. It's all he needs to throw one of her legs over his shoulder and pull her underwear to the side as he licks into her.
She invades his senses, the smell and taste of her all he knows, all he wants, and he wastes no time putting his stolen knowledge to use; rolling his tongue across her clit lightly before he tucks two fingers back into her.
“Oh fuck,” he hears her rasp, fingers tightening in his hair. “Someone’s… someone’s been sneaky--”
Her teasing reproach cuts off with a quiet moan when he crooks his fingers, another following quickly after as a third joins them. He pulls away for a moment, his cock twitching at the sight, and Jolly wonders exactly how many of his fingers she’d let him fit inside her… if she would let him work up to getting his whole fist inside, just to see how she would look stretched around his wrist.
He doesn’t realize he’s voiced his fantasy until he hears a sharp intake of breath. “You’re kinda a kinky fucker, aren’t you?”
His eyes slide up to glance at her face, and fuck, isn’t she a pretty sight? Her face flushed, mouth fallen open in pleasure as she watches him fuck her with his fingers.
“Are you saying you wouldn’t let me?” he asks, twisting his head to take a nip of her thigh, “Wouldn’t let me call your boys in here and let them watch me open you up--”
For a split second, he thinks he hears a creak of the floor just outside his bedroom. But then she uses her grip on his hair to guide him back to her cunt and Jolly forgets all about it as he sneaks his tongue down to lick around his fingers, taking pride in the choked gasp of his name right before he sucks her clit into his mouth.
Holly lights up under his touch, pulling him even closer with shaking thighs as she cums. Her release gathers around his knuckles, and he drinks it up; licking and sucking until she’s pulling him away, tugging at him until he rises from his knees…only to plant her hands on his chest and send him stumbling back onto the bed.
“Take your pants off.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice, shuffling his sweatpants down his legs and tossing them to the floor while she pulls a condom from god knows where.
The full weight of the situation, the actual wrongness of what they're doing, doesn't hit him until she kneels between his legs. It only adds fuel to the fire, sparking the heat inside his veins in a way that makes him ache. The floor creaks again; he’s sure of it this time, yet when he turns his head, there’s no one there. But that doesn’t stop his thoughts from running as she takes him into her mouth.
The wet heat makes his eyes roll back, her tongue pulling bitten-off curses from his mouth as she swirls it around his cock head, and he wonders briefly who it is, standing with their ear to the door, hand on the doorknob, ready to walk in…he groans, squeezing his eyes closed. Or maybe it’s both Nick and Noah, taking turns to creep into the doorway and watch their girl with someone else, and he’s struck with the idea that maybe this has been the plan all along.
But then Holly’s pulling off and rolling the condom down his length, straddling his lap, causing all coherent thought to cease as he slips inside her. She takes him in slowly, lips parting in a quiet sigh as she lowers herself at a snail’s pace, thighs flexing beneath his hands when she rises, only to sink lower with every pass until she’s fully seated.
Holly pauses, her eyes fluttering closed as she rocks back and forth minutely. It makes his hips kick up on their own accord because even through the latex he can feel how wet she is, the tight clutch of her cunt pulling him under her spell even further. It’s almost as if he’s adrift, and the weight of her on top of him, the feel of her softness against him is the only thing keeping this from being a dream.
She gasps, a noise caught somewhere between a laugh and a moan, as she steadies herself on his chest, “Easy, tiger. I need a minute.”
“I'll try to behave,” Jolly snickers, deciding to let his hands roam as she continues to grind against him.
He grips her thighs, enjoying the way her flesh gives under his fingers when he thumbs at the flowers inked into her skin just below the crease of her hips. His hands trail under her borrowed shirt to caress the skin of her waist and she shivers, goosebumps forming in their wake as his hands slide up her torso to her ribcage, going further still until his thumbs reach the curve of her breasts. The full flesh fills his palms perfectly, and what he wouldn’t give to have her fully naked, to see all of her as she undulates on top of him. But he still doesn’t quite know where the line is, so he settles for teasing the sensitive buds of her nipples, pinching and rolling them until they stiffen.
He hears the telltale noise of movement outside the door once more just as she begins to rock her hips back and forth, working up to a slow, steady rhythm that has arousal pooling at the base of his spine already; he cuts his gaze to the doorway, where he’s met with Nicholas’s heated stare. But before the panic can fully take root, the other man smirks, nodding in their direction as if telling him to keep going…and that’s when all the pieces start to fall into place.
There's a reason they haven’t come looking for her. This has been a game all along, and that gives him an idea.
“Do you think any of your boys are watching, sweet girl? Hmm?” Jolly asks. His hands slip from her chest to her waist, clutching her tightly as her hips twist devilishly.
She smirks, lowering down to her elbows, her breath hot against his ear when she whispers “What makes you think they haven’t been watching since the beginning?”
He should probably be upset at the idea of being played like this. But instead, all it does is make him want this more, and if they want a show… who’s Jolly to deny them? He holds her steady, thrusting up into her roughly one last time before lifting her off him.
Confusion colors her face. “Jol--”
“Turn around,” he interrupts and she follows his direction immediately, settling on her hands and knees as she faces the door.
He’s quick to fit himself against her, eager to find his way back inside her tight heat. One of his hands slips under his t-shirt, caressing the ridges of her spine on its way to rest between her shoulder blades. It only takes the littlest amount of pressure for Holly to get the hint, and she lowers her chest to the bed, arms stretched out in front of her.
He groans when he pushes inside, the tight clutch of her cunt trying to pull him deeper as she parts for him. He wants to take it slow, savor it, but when he spies Nick outside the door again his hips snap forward sharply, and he buries himself as deep as he can go. It’s almost as if he’s on autopilot, his body chasing the pleasure he knows hers will provide. His hips pull back before rolling forward, setting a satisfying rhythm as he drapes himself over her back.
She was right earlier. He is a kinky fucker, and a kinda nasty one at that, which means he is not above slithering a hand underneath her to cup her throat, using that hold to pull her face up from where it’s buried in his duvet to meet her boyfriend’s gaze.
He can tell the exact moment the two lock eyes: a sharp gasp falls from her mouth as she throws herself back to meet his thrusts as best as she can. The wet, slick sound of her pussy hurtles him closer to the edge, and fuck, he wishes he could see her face as the pair stare at each other, but watching Nick watch her is a good consolation prize and he takes it willingly.
He can see the sheer want in his friend's face, his jaw slack as he stares unabashedly, taking in every bit of what's happening in front of him, his inked hands press against his groin, tongue poking out to wet his lips before he swallows. Nick's hands fall to his sides, clenching into fists, and Jolly's curious.
“What about after this, huh?” he pants into the shell of her ear, tightening his grip on her neck until he can feel the flutter of her pulse, “Are you going to crawl back into bed with your boyfriends and let one of them inside you?”
“Fuck,” Holly curses when he relaxes his hold, “o--only if you don’t make me cum again.”
Jolly smirks when her inner walls start to quiver around him, even if it makes it harder for him to hold on, and he waits until Nick��s attention is on him before he replies.
“Well, I’d hate,” he gasps, “to send you back to them unsatisfied… shit, Holly--c’mon, touch yourself for me.”
He buries his face in her hair, unable to look at Nicholas any longer once she starts to play with herself, but he can still feel the burning weight of his friend's gaze as he chases his own end. It prickles at his insides, driving him closer and closer until Holly seizes up. Delight joins the ecstasy coursing through him when her release bursts forth, wetting the both of them before it drips onto the bed beneath.
Light explodes behind his eyes as he digs his teeth into her shoulder, smothering his groan into the freckled skin as he lets go. His hips stutter and jerk as he gives her all he has, rutting into her until he’s spent. He feels fuzzy, a pleasant hum spreading through his bones when he lets himself slump onto the bed. Holly follows, coming to rest on her side, throwing a leg over his and he’s just about to tug her close and pull her into a kiss when Nick appears at the side of his bed.
Jolly rolls to his back and focuses his eyes on the ceiling as if to give them some sort of privacy, trying to not give in to the awkward feeling settling in his stomach now that it's over.
“I didn't know you could do that.” To his surprise, there’s not a trace of jealousy in Nick’s voice when he breaks the silence, it almost sounds like awe, if Jolly were to put a name to it.
“I, uh, did not know that either.” Holly laughs and pride swells in Jolly’s chest.
“Well, Noah's going to be sad he missed it…He had to take a call from Matt just as you were getting started. Something tour-related, I guess, couldn't wait,” Nick says, preoccupied. Jolly sneaks a glance out of the corner of his eye, watching the man’s hand travel up Holly’s thigh to her center. Her legs part without him having to ask, yet she still makes a surprised noise when his fingers delve into her center, “He got you all messy, didn’t he?”
It makes him feel a certain kind of way, being talked about like he’s not there. “I’m right here, you know.”
Nick snorts. “You gonna participate in the conversation then, or just stare at the ceiling pretending to not be here?”
Holly’s hand is warm when it settles on his cheek, pulling his attention from the light fixtures to the two of them instead. They both smile and Jolly finds himself smiling back.
“So… this isn’t going to be weird then? We’re okay?” he asks.
Holly and Nick trade a glance before the man huffs another laugh. “Wouldn’t have done this if we thought it was going to be weird…” Nick studies his face, “But are you okay with it?”
“Fuck, are you kidding me?” he laughs, “I don’t think I’ve ever cum that hard before.” He means it, and if things aren’t weird for them, then he can’t say that things are weird for him either… especially if it means this is going to happen again.
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The next time he streams and Holly’s in town, he makes sure everyone can see how Noah watches before he walks in on them and Jolly doesn’t think he’s ever made that much money for a single session.
And even though he doesn’t quite understand exactly what the four of them are doing, he’s gonna enjoy it while it lasts.
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This is a work of fiction based on real people. If you don't like it, don't read it.
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Pairing: Nicholas x OFC
Warning: female masturbation, male masturbation, mutual masturbation, cum play, teasing, dirty talk, female oral sex
tags: @ladyveronikawrites @throwingmetothelions @deathblacksmoke @familiarscarsxelectrichearts
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Nicholas lay in his room atop his bed with his girlfriend watching a few episodes of the latest anime he was interested in. Recording another album took up most of his time here lately, so he had to watch a few episodes here and there when he could, which was few and far between.
His girlfriend, Claire, didn't mind. Well, mostly. She knew what she was getting into when they first started dating, seeing the sold out venues and the album sales skyrocket. She knew moments between them wouldn't be a daily occurrence. She was okay with that, being a person who needed some time to herself to decompress and just breathe.
Just being around Nicholas was enough for her. They didn't have to be all over each other every second they were together, perfectly content with sitting in silence, maybe a few quick kisses shared in between episodes and holding hands with each other during.
But tonight? Claire's body reacted to seeing Nicholas open his door and invite her in. She wasn't sure if it was the time apart they had, or the way his basketball shorts hung low on his hip bones, but Claire could feel the dampness form in her panties under her pajama pants.
She kept herself composed, though. Nicholas was telling her what they were working on next with the new album and he had mentioned he was just so damn tired, and he couldn't wait to just lay down and watch something.
She lay next to him as his hands started playing with the hem of her shirt. It wasn't sexual, he was just so used to always using his hands (blame his bass guitar for that), so even when he was relaxing, his hands had to fidget and mess with something.
She couldn't help the small gasp that left her mouth when his fingers accidentally graced the band of her pajama pants, her body forming goosebumps at his simple touch. He didn't react if he had heard her, simply just continuing to play with her shirt. The slight touch made her temporarily dizzy and made her core pulse with need, so she tried rubbing her thighs together discreetly at an attempt to relieve some of the ache below.
But she wasn't discreet enough. Nick noticed her feeble attempt and turned his head to look at her. He cocked a brow at her, a silent question to ask if everything was okay. She could've lied to him and said that she was okay, maybe her leg was falling asleep and she was moving around to prevent the tingling sensation, or maybe she had gotten uncomfortable from laying still so long. The dusting of a rosy blush on the apple of her cheeks would've given her away, though. She felt the heat of embarrassment wash over her neck and face, giving Nick a small side glance before avoiding his questioning gaze.
"Claire...why won't you look at me?" Nick questioned, his hand had stopped playing with the hem of her shirt as he placed his palm on her belly.
"It's nothing, baby. Let's just keep watching this episode. The good part is coming up and you don't want to miss it." Her weak attempt at trying to change the subject.
Nick's hand crept lower, his fingertips pushing under the band of elastic on her sleep pants, and resting atop the lace of her underwear. Claire's body tensed at Nick's movements, a small gasp escaping her lips when his fingers started brushing along the top of her panties.
"I don't know Claire...it seems like you've missed me." He teased her, kissing her arm.
She pulled her bottom lip between her teeth and sighed out. "Maybe...but you're tired, baby. You've been working so hard and want to relax. We can deal with this-" she pointed dramatically at her crotch, "-later."
Nick chuckled into her shoulder, his hand still rubbing the covered skin right above her mound. "I think I remember saying I wanted to watch something...well...touch yourself, I want to watch."
Claire's eyes widened at her boyfriend's suggestion and she could feel the arousal from his words starting to coat her folds. "What?"
"You heard me. I may be tired, but my girl also deserves to relax. You can't relax when your pussy is begging to be touched, isn't that right?"
His grey eyes bore into hers as he moved from her side, sitting up on his knees and leaning back on his heels. His hands caressed her sides before moving down, gripping the waistband of her pants between his fingers. His hands stopped moving as he held the elastic, and he bit his bottom lip. Claire knew he was right, she needed to be touched so badly.
They've had sex plenty of times before, Nick knew her body better than she did, but a slight tinge of embarrassment washed over her when she thought about how exposed she'd be, playing with herself as his eyes glared into her.
"If you don't want to, that's fine, too. But I wouldn't be able to satisfy you properly with how tired I am....and you'd have to sit here in your own mess for the rest of the night."
He made a good point. She could get herself off pretty quickly at this point with how aroused she was, so she quickly nodded her head and raised her hips for him to help strip her of her clothing.
His face gleamed with a smirk as he chuckled and pulled her bottoms down her legs and off of her body, Claire helping him by kicking her legs free of her garments.
Nick's quick intake of breath told her what she already knew, she was soaked and coating her thighs of her own juices. His hands ran up the long expanse of her legs before spreading them wide open to expose her to him. He leaned over her and grabbed a pillow from his side of the bed and told her to sit up, placing the pillow behind where she lay to give her elevation.
"Did you miss me that much, baby?" He questioned her, his hands now rubbing his own thighs. She could see his erection pitching a tent in his basketball shorts, and she felt herself clench at his words.
Words had escaped her, her mind melting to mush. She slightly nodded her head and bit her lip, her hands fisting the blanket underneath of them.
"Well, go ahead, baby."
She was still slightly embarrassed being this exposed to Nick, but she was so turned on, it didn't matter to her anymore. She needed some relief and it was obvious that Nick wasn't going to cave in and just fuck her in a quickie like he usually did. Her hand let go of the blanket and she placed it on her mound, descending slowly. And of course, he was right. A thin veil of slick was coating all of her core.
She closed her eyes and her fingertips grazed the apex of her thighs, stimulating the little bundle of nerves. She sucked a quick breath between her teeth when the shock of friction shot up her spine. Swiping her clit a few times she moaned out before starting to circle her fingers lazily, enjoying the friction she needed so badly.
She could feel Nick's eyes boring into her core, watching with rapt attention. His jaw hung low and he was breathing heavily at the sight before him. She could hear him release a moan when her hips ticked into her hand, fueling the fire in her belly.
"Holy shit, you're so fucking sexy." Nick whispered out as his hand came to palm himself through his shorts. "Is this how you treat yourself when I'm on tour?"
Claire's eyes opened and she looked right into his, releasing a moan as she nodded her head. "Yes...think about- mmm- think about you."
Her words had drawn out a low growl from Nick, who had to add more pressure to his hardened member. He was sure if he kept rubbing himself, he would cum the quickest he ever had in his life, so he removed his hand and gripped the basketball shorts on his thighs until his knuckles were turning white.
Claire kept her eyes on Nicholas as he focused his eyes on the movement of her hand. She was still rubbing slow circles on the tiny nub, her hips rolling into her hand as she stimulated herself.
"Oh fuck, baby..." Nick's strained whispers echoed in her head. "I want to see you fuck yourself with your fingers....please."
Claire released a moan as her fingers stopped circling her clit, now running up and down her inner folds to collect her slick. She brought her fingers down to her entrance, her middle and ring fingers dipping slightly inside of herself. She released a moan as the same time as Nick, who was now rubbing his thighs harshly with fists, him trying to keep some sense of composure while he watched.
"You like watching me?" Claire teased with another moan and roll of her hips. Her fingers came to rub the bundle of nerves again before dipping down and circling her entrance. Nick's bottom lip was pulling between his teeth and he was panting, his eyes glued to her hand.
Her fingers entered her body with ease due to the amount of arousal that coated her core. She gasped when she felt her fingers grace the spongy spot inside of her and she held her hand in place, bending her fingers into the g-spot and rubbing quickly over it.
Her toes had curled up and she tensed her legs at the pleasure. One of Nick's hands stopped fisting his thigh and he reach out and grabbed her leg with an iron grip, trying to steady himself as Claire threw her head back into the pillow and keened into the room.
"Claire- fuck- please let me taste your fingers." Nick begged her, his grip on her leg tightening even more. She raised her head and looked at him and she could see the pure desperation on his face. His beautiful grey eyes were now just hinted with a thin ring around blown pupils. His lip was almost raw from being dragged between teeth, and if he could get any harder, she was almost positive he would end up passing out from the lack of blood flow to his upstairs brain.
She nodded and withdrew her fingers from herself, hissing at the feeling of emptiness inside her core and held her hand up. She spread her fingers apart in front of his face and her slick formed a web connecting them, coating her hand. He lurched forwards and grabbed her wrist with his hands and bringing it to his lips.
He took a deep breath in through his nose and a shaky exhale left his lips as her scent clouded his senses. "You smell like heaven." He whispered into her hand as his lips closed around the coated fingers. She moaned out as he sucked on her digits, feeling his tongue swirl around them to lick them clean.
He pulled her fingers from his mouth and licked his lips "...and taste even better."
Claire's bottom lip was pulled between her teeth as her eyes rolled back, letting out a shaky breath at her boyfriend.
She pulled her hand from his grasp and started rubbing at the apex of her thighs again, the desperate need for release aching her bones.
"Sorry, I can't-" Nick spoke out and yanked the band of his basketball shorts down, grabbing his cock and releasing it from the tight confines of his boxers.
He hissed out when he tugged on his dick, the dry friction entangling pain and pleasure.
Claire's eyes widened seeing her boyfriend play with his cock, a shiver running up her spine. She had never seen Nick fuck himself into his fist before, and now she understood why he wanted to watch her come undone with her own fingers.
"Use me." Claire moaned as her fingers dipped into her pussy again, collecting her sticky slick on her fingers and reaching out to wrap her hand around his member. Nick removed his hand and gasped when she grabbed his dick, pumping his cock twice and twisting to spread her arousal to lubricate him.
"Holy- holy shit, baby. Feels- ugh, feels so fucking good." He panted out as he replaced her hand with his. He slowly started rubbing his cock twisting his wrist around the head.
"Talk to me baby, please. Need to hear you." He whimpered out as he thumbed his slit collecting the bead of precum.
Claire's hand was working herself again, alternating between flicking her clit and plunging into her hole. She was moaning and whimpering now between the pleasure coursing through her veins and the sight of Nick working himself to his release.
"You like watching me?" She asked out, gasping when her fingers brushed against the spot inside of her again. "Like watching me play with this pretty pussy?" She grunted out when her thumb swiped over her clit while her middle and ring finger assaulted her g-spot.
Nick whimpered around broken moans as he watched his girlfriend's fingers disappear inside of her body again.
"It feels so fucking good, Nick." Claire moaned out as she rolled her hips into her hand and her head fell back in pleasure. Her other hand was fisting the blanket so hard, her knuckles were turning white. "Feels so good." She whined out. She could feel her climax starting to tease her belly, the warmth of the pleasure covering her in a blanket.
"Yeah? Is that what you do when I'm on tour?" Nick asked her as his hand pumped himself faster. His other hand reached down and cupped his balls, rolling the sensitive flesh in his palm.
Claire moaned out as she removed her hand from inside and rubbed harshly at her swollen nub. "Think of you. Cum so hard." Her brain was melting from the pleasure, unable to form any coherent sentences.
"Look at me. So close." Nick moaned out, now thrusting into his hand. Claire raised her head and her eyes stared straight into his, her bottom lip raw and her brows furrowed. The sight of Nick close to his release made Claire clench around nothing. She moaned again as she sped up her fingers.
"Gonna- gonna cum, baby. Yes, ye-oh god! Fuck!" He screamed out as he leaned forwards and shot white ribbons of semen on her pussy lips. Claire felt the hot liquid land on her fingers as she was rubbing herself, her hand moving to gather the substance and spread it around on her pussy. Her fingers dipped into her again and she cried out at the dirty thought of using his cum as lubrication.
Nick slowly pumped his cock, working himself through his climax as he saw Claire play with his cum. When he was oversensitive, he reached out and gripped her thigh, rubbing the heated skin.
His touch was all it took for Claire to come undone. Her climax washed over her in warm waves as her fingers rubbed her from the inside, her legs shaking and her back arching off of the bed. She moaned out and gasped between pants and her eyes rolled to the back of her head.
She removed her hand and laid her arm down next to her on the bed trying to catch her breath when she felt the warm flat of Nick's tongue on her core.
She hissed and leaned up on her elbows, looking down at Nick who just smirked at her as he made a show of licking up her folds.
He leaned up and swallowed before telling her, "Gotta clean you up baby. Lay down and enjoy it." He head dipped back down and he dragged his tongue from her hole through her folds.
Nick was careful with his tongue, knowing Claire was sensitive from her orgasm. His tongue swiped at her clit, mindful of not applying too much pressure to the abused nub. He sucked her folds into his mouth, gently suckling to clean up the mess they both made. His tongue intruded her hole, licking and swallowing their releases.
He sat up after wiping his mouth on her thigh, looking at how blissed out she was laying underneath of him. Her hair was a mess and he could see her eyelids drooping with exhaustion. She had finally caught her breath, and looked at Nick with a shy smile on her face.
He chuckled at her as he lay down next to her, pulling her closer to him. "I'm going to need you to record yourself and send it to me while I'm on the road...for research purposes, of course."
Claire laughed out and popped Nick's chest with her hand before closing her eyes and drifting off to sleep wrapped in his arms.
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WIP WEDNESDAY WRITING CHALLENGE
It’s WIP Wednesday: time for a little accountability, sharing your work, and getting a kick in the pants. The goal is to encourage each other to break down barriers that keep us from creating.
Here’s how it works:
In a reblog of this post (so all players can find you in the notes), post up to five (5) filenames of your WIPs; NOT titles, document names.
Post a snippet from one of them. The snippet must be words you wrote in the last 7 days. We’re posting progress here. If you haven’t made any in the last 7 days, go make some and come back to play!
After you’ve posted, people can send you an ask with one of your file names. (Make sure your asks are open!) You must then write 3 sentences in that file and respond to the ask with the three sentences you wrote.
FINALLY, please send asks to 3 or more people who have reblogged this post! The game only works if everyone is encouraging everyone - let’s strengthen our community!
That’s it! I’ll be searching the reblogs to find people to send asks to!
If you’re reading this, you’re invited!
If you see someone posting a WIP Wednesday Writing Challenge snippet, send them an ask! Make them write.
If you'd like to be tagged next week, let me know!
I'll start, under the cut:
MY WIPS:
- rainy ghost
- 7hrs 45mins
- threesome fic
- universe and us in the night
- brutus in a birdcage
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To answer your question, he continues, I have dark hair, light eyes, sporting a healthy, olive tan; devastatingly handsome, I’m afraid.
Noah balks. “...Dude, why do you sound like a personals ad?”
His laugh is a tinny rumble, like the crushing of a can. Y’all still have those? My. Well, I suppose we’re quite similar, you and I: you, a destitute lush out on the street and me, well… I am the way I am; two strange queens, the pair of us make.
Noah can’t help the flush he knows rises to his cheeks. “Are you coming onto - Wait. What exactly are you?”
Well, I’m a ghost, darling, Nicholas’s disembodied voice responds, like it’s some glaringly obvious conclusion. I’m dead.
from rainy ghost
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too sweet
pairing: matt dierkes x f!reader
cw: fluffy little drabble — cuties in love, bordering on so fluffy i might pass out about it, unprotected p in v sex, mentions of rough sex
word count: ~900
author's note: needed matt fluff, wrote matt fluff 🩷
It feels a little possessive, the way he slings an arm around your shoulder and pulls you flush against his side.
He’s always a little arrogant and you love that about him. There’s a bit of softness that it seems is reserved for you and you only — a quick temper when he snaps at one person or another, but always tender when he turns his attention back to you, eyes sparkling and smile wide, ready to take your hand in his again.
His face is painted with a smug expression when you look over at him — he’s so gorgeous, and as you study him, it occurs to you that the possessive nature of his hold is probably something closer to pride.
It matches your own. You love being his.
Whatever this thing is between the two of you, it’s still so fresh. Your skin still heats everywhere he touches you, your heart still races, and you wonder if it will ever stop feeling like that.
You take a moment to wonder distantly when he’ll ask you. It feels like such a big scary thing, but you want it. You feel so at peace, here with him, where he sees you and listens to you. He flies you out, shirks his responsibilities for the afternoon so he can be the one to pick you up from the airport with a bouquet of your favorite flowers in hand. He makes you feel special.
He moves so quickly from bossing the guys around to glancing over to you, expression softening, hand raising in a small wave. You melt for him, watching the show from the balcony behind his booth. The best spot in the house — you can watch him work.
He spends his entire off day letting you drag him around a city he’s been to a thousand times, letting you stop him time and time again to take his picture. You want your photo library full of him, to look at when he’s gone from you. He never complains, not about you.
You want him to ask.
You’re taken out of your thoughts just in time to watch the moment he catches you staring, his smile widening as he pulls you closer, placing a kiss to your forehead.
“What are you thinking about?” he asks, his tone playful.
“Nothing,” you respond, too quickly to be believable but he doesn’t push it. You lean your head against his shoulder, getting as close to him as possible, pleased to have the conversation another time.
You know him well enough by now to know that a switch has flipped in him, too.
You aren’t used to it like this — blanketing your body, whispering soft and sweet praises in your ear as he rocks gently into you. There isn’t a part of you that isn’t touching, which isn’t out of the ordinary—
But what you’re used to is different, on your belly for him with him draped across your back, or gripping your hips so tight there are bruises that stay for weeks, head shoved into the pillow and filth spewed at you. And you love it like that, the way it juxtaposes itself with how sweetly he treats you in the moments leading up to it and the moments following. The way he’s always too sweet for you even when he’s calling you names and turning your cheeks a ruddy red.
It feels different this time, as he has your hands in his grasp above your head not to restrain you, but to hold them. To keep you close. He lets out the smallest gasp when you lace your fingers through his, placing breathless kisses to your lips.
It’s bliss.
Bliss when he slides his hand between your bodies, the angle awkward for him with how he refuses to put any more space between you than is absolutely necessary but managing to pull your orgasm from you as expertly as he always does.
He looks at you like he’s in love, a look you’ve never known as well as right now — you don’t know what to do with that, as he’s draping himself over you again and placing kiss after kiss all over your face before spilling inside of you with a whimper.
“Fuck—” he groans. “I fucking love you.”
And your head swims.
You consider not bringing it up, letting him clean you up with such care, not speaking a word. Maybe it was a heat of the moment thing, and you can be okay with that.
But as he gathers you into his arms, face pressing into your hair and inhaling, you have to ask.
“Did you mean it?” you ask him, feeling suddenly shy and uncertain. You’re so scared he’ll say no, feeling your hands trembling before he takes them in his and turns you to face him.
His face says it all, but he just nods, seeming shy and uncertain himself.
“Couldn’t ask me to be your girlfriend first?” you inquire, mostly a joke although you can’t help but find his order of operations amusing. He always has been a little unorthodox.
“I thought that was implied,” he shrugs, making you laugh at him. “Isn’t it?”
Thinking back through every moment you’ve spent with him, all the time he’s spent treating you so nice and making you feel so loved, while you spent it wondering when he’d finally ask you.
He’s been yours all along.
You nod, settling back comfortably into his embrace. “I love you too.”
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dividers by @saradika-graphics <3
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like lovers entwined
pairing: noah sebastian x nick ruffilo x fem reader
cw: polyamorous relationship, cozy morning sex, threesome, unprotected p in v sex, fingering (f receiving), double penetration (kinda), all the sweetness for our favorite birthday boy
word count: 1.5K
taglist: @concretenoah / @ladyveronikawrites / @circle-with-me / @darksigns-exe / @xxrainstorm / @agravemisstake / @monotoniscreaming
let me know if you'd like to be tagged in future fics!
author's note: just wanted to write a little something sweet and cutesy (and sexy and a little filthy, as i do) for ruff's special day. fair warning: not proofread. all mistakes are the fault of my silly brain.
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You wake up to Nick pressed against you. It’s so cold in the room–thanks, Noah–but he’s so warm, the length of his body pressed close against your back, arm slung over the two of you.
You feel at ease here, in bed with your boys; you feel surrounded by them, your absolute favorite thing. Being sandwiched between them always feels at once grounded and floaty. You pull the blanket up higher and settle back against Nick’s front, pulling Noah in. Nick stirs a little, holding the both of you closer, not rushing. Noah wiggles himself back into you, warm and solid and still sound asleep.
“What are you doing, sweet girl?” Nick asks, placing kisses to your bare skin. You can hear him breathing heavy, a little ragged, warm breaths ghosting over the juncture of your neck and shoulder. You realize you’ve been mindlessly wriggling yourself back against him as you feel him getting harder against you, getting wetter for him. The arm he had slung over Noah moves behind your body, down between your thighs, fingers ghosting over your center through your panties. “I said, what are you doing, sweet girl?”
“Birthday present?” you offer, gasping when his fingers push your panties to the side, dragging through your folds.
“You’re so wet for me already,” he praises, pressing into your clit briefly and dragging back down, ghosting over your entrance, pulling a moan from you. “Birthday present, huh?”
He pulls his hand away and you almost whine, complaints ready on your lips until his fingers are notching under the waistband of your panties. “Nicky,” you whisper, taking his hand in yours and helping him get them off of you. You feel him press close to you again, hard and insistent against your back.
“What did you have in mind?” he asks, kissing and nipping at your neck. His fingers are back and you’re shaking, twitching, needing him. “You know how I love your birthday presents.”
You didn’t have anything in mind–you hadn’t even thought of this before you woke up, aching for him–for his touch, his mouth, his cock. Anything he has to offer you. “You decide,” you say. “Your birthday. You pick.”
“Generous girl,” he says, cock notching at your entrance, drawing a gasp from you. You close your legs around him as he drags his cock through you, teasing your slit, but he pulls back when you groan. “Lie on your back and hitch your leg up over Noah. Be careful, though–you wouldn’t want to wake our sleeping beauty.”
You do as he asks, settling flat on your back and draping a leg over Noah’s hip. Nick is crawling between your legs and doesn’t give you a moment before his mouth closes around your clit, two fingers in your cunt. The stretch burns, just slightly, momentarily. Your responding moan is louder than you intended, and Nick is up in a moment, clamping a hand over your mouth to quiet you. “You’ll wake him up if you’re not careful. Do you want to wake him up?”
You can’t help but laugh, giggles muffled by Nick’s palm. You nod, feeling his grin against your neck before he bites down, fingers curling inside you.
“Go ahead. Wake him up, then.”
You hitch your leg higher over Noah, dragging him closer towards you. Your legs are spread so wide, you’re tempted to feel shame by the obscenity of it. Nick settles back down, closes his mouth around you again and swirls his tongue, fingers delving deep—your gasp is automatic. Noah stirs, turning to face you when you cry out again, louder. His eyes focus on you, narrowing when he realizes what’s happening.
“Starting without me?” he asks, and you can’t speak—not when Nick’s fucking you so thoroughly with his fingers, not when Noah sneaks a hand under your sleep shirt, grazing a finger over your nipple, teasing it between his thumb and index finger. “Sneaky girl, trying to get the birthday boy all to yourself. That’s not fair.”
“I woke you—” you start, breaking off into a gasp when Nick brushes over that perfect fucking spot inside you, the slightest graze of teeth over your clit, an edge of pain with your pleasure. “I woke you up, didn’t I?”
“Before he got his cock in you and everything, lucky me,” Noah says, kissing your neck to distract you as his hand moves lower, fingers replacing Nick’s mouth on your clit–Nick’s mouth moving lower, too, licking inside you, between his two fingers. “Who are you this wet for, baby?” Noah asks, teasing you. “It’s for Nicky, huh?” you nod, groaning, no use in sugarcoating it. “I know. He really knows how to use his mouth, doesn’t he?”
“Yes,” you gasp, settling further into the bed, closing your eyes and focusing solely on the way their hands feel. The way Nick’s mouth feels. The way it may be a little bit dramatic, but you feel almost like you could ascend to heaven with the way that it all feels so good and so much. “God, Nick, that feels so good.”
“What about me?” Noah asks, humor clear in his tone. Nick laughs and the vibration goes straight through you, making you grind your hips down into both of them. “What do you want to do with her, Nicky? You think she’s ready for your cock?”
You groan desperately, dizzied as always by the way they talk about you like you’re not there, while they’re touching you–clearly very aware of your presence. “Why don’t you ask her, baby?”
“Seems ready to me,” Noah says, dipping two fingers into you alongside Nick’s. The stretch is so good your vision blacks. “Look at my fingers, Nick, they’re fucking sopping,” he adds, and you have half a mind to be embarrassed. They wouldn’t want you to be, so you push it away. “If she’s not ready, I can be.”
He’s joking. Kind of. You know he’d take your place in a moment.
“I think a lot of that is my spit, actually,” Nick offers, bringing a hand down hard against your tummy to keep you from squirming when you laugh. “And her pussy. She’s soaked.”
“Are you ready for him?” Noah asks–he doesn’t even finish asking before you’re nodding your head and squirming. “Fuck, yes, I knew it.”
Nick stands, sliding his pj pants down his legs. Your mouth waters as you get a good look at him. Noah is at his side in a moment, taking Nick in his hand and kissing him, hard, on the mouth. They whisper into each other’s mouths, giggling before kissing again. You wish you could hear what they’re saying, but you have a good enough idea. Something sweet, something filthy, and you’re wetter and squirmy just imagining it.
Nick crawls over you, hiking your legs up around his hips. Noah brackets your side, arm gentle and wandering over your torso. When Nick’s cock breaches your entrance, you gasp, the stretch so delicious and always a little bit too much, to start. But so good. Too good.
When you whine, Nick kisses across your face to soothe you. Noah’s hand travels down, middle finger playing across your clit. You’re so close already from all that time they spent on you. You have to squeeze your eyes shut, focus on lasting a little longer for them, but it goes a little out the window when Noah’s hand moves lower, two fingers sliding into you alongside Nick.
“Oh, fuck,” Nick moans, at the same time that you gasp out Noah’s name.
The stretch is too much, maybe, it pulls you away from the edge until he curls his fingers, taking you closer and closer until you’re not sure how much longer you can stand it.
“Oh god, I’m so close. Please,” you moan, grinding yourself down onto Nick’s cock, into Noah’s fingers. At the press of Noah’s thumb at your clit, it’s instant. You reach your end with a wail and Nick fucks you through it, Noah pressing soft kisses to your neck until they can tell you’re oversensitive.
When Nick pulls out, Noah is on him in a moment. He licks a palm, wrapping a hand around Nick and another around himself. They kiss, lost in their world–it has the power to make you feel left out, ignored, but you love watching them with each other. You love watching their care and softness, the way they can read each other so well.
When Noah cums, burying his face in Nick’s neck and whimpering; when Nick does, painting his own belly and gaze shifting to you, pretty eyes sparkling–you don’t feel left out at all.
They bracket your sides again, pressing kisses to your cheek. It almost feels like your birthday.
“Happy birthday, Nicky,” you say, tangling a hand in his hair and kissing him. Noah echoes the sentiment, leaning over your body to do the same.
“We’re sleeping in today,” Nick says, resting his head on your chest and swinging an arm over Noah, pulling him closer. “Y’all wore me the fuck out.”
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you’ve got a pretty way about you
pairing: noah sebastian x fem reader
cw: oral sex (f receiving), fingering, masturbation (m)
taglist: @concretenoah / @ladyveronikawrites / @lma1986 / @monotoniscreaming
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author’s note: just a tiny little sexy little drabble. @concretenoah started this brainrot and has been helping me brainstorm for weeks. it has been haunting our text thread. i want it gone from me. from our silly little brains to yours, y’all enjoy 🤍
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“Is all this for me?” Noah asks, running his fingers gently down your slit and through your wetness.
You feel small and loved as he watches, his eyes glazed over as he admires you. You’ll never get used to the way it makes your skin burn.
You sigh when he presses a finger against your clit before running it back down and he chuckles, looking up at you.
“There she is.” Noah says, resting his head against your thigh with a smile. The heat radiating off his cheeks onto your bare skin makes you ache for him. “I asked you a question, baby. Is all this for me?”
You gasp at the feeling of his breath ghosting over you, raising your head off the pillow briefly to look down at him and nod. You know he prefers when you use your words but he lets it slide this time, placing a kiss to the inside of your thigh.
When he fingers through your folds again, it makes you shiver. His index and middle finger gently spread you open and he gasps, focused on the way they glisten with you. You almost want to close your legs and crawl away, shy under his gaze.
The thoughts leave you when his tongue dips between your folds, barely licking inside. He’s always so slow, so delicate with it. It makes your tummy flip, being the center of his attention like this.
“So pretty.” He says, awestruck, not looking at your face but focused on your center still. Your cheeks heat as you sink deeper into the mattress, letting yourself get lost in the feeling when he licks over you again, more insistent, sucking your clit into his mouth.
The feeling consumes you. You’ve been wet and needy for him since the moment he closed the bedroom door and pinned you against it. You’ve been vibrating with want, unable to settle, since the moment he laid you down and covered your body with his.
The sight of him between your legs sets you on fucking fire. You cry out when he moans against you, slipping two of his fingers inside.
The practiced ease with which he fingers you always has you seeing stars. You struggle to catch your breath as he curls his fingers, rubbing insistently against that spot inside you that makes you gasp and grind your hips down into his hand and his mouth.
His face is buried like he wants to drown in you. And sometimes you think maybe he does, with the way he gets lost in it, groaning as he licks between your folds, long fingers rubbing against that spot like getting you there is the only thing he’s ever wanted.
And you’re getting there. You’re so close and when you look between your legs, you see him rutting his hips against the mattress, chasing his own end, moaning and gasping.
You tangle your fingers through his hair, riding his face before squeezing your eyes shut and allowing yourself to completely lose yourself in it.
“Noah,” you whine as you cum, gasping before yanking at his hair, pulling his face up to kiss you once you’re too sensitive. “Let me see you cum, baby.”
He groans into your mouth, and you feel the shift as he takes his cock out of his pants but doesn’t stop kissing you for a moment.
When he straightens up, his hand is moving over himself so frantically you can tell he’s close. Your eyes glaze over with need, to see him finish and to hear him when he does.
He gasps out your name and hunches forward as you feel his cum paint the skin of your belly, the sound and the sight making you dizzy.
“Thank you.” He whispers into your mouth before kissing you thoroughly.
“No, thank you.” You respond, happy and sated.
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disguised in your sheets
pairing: nick ruffilo x fem reader
cw: sleepy sex, unprotected p in v sex, sweet things, mentions of smoking (cigs are gross+i want one bad)
short n sweet 🤍
author’s note: our boy nick and my brain refused to cooperate with each other on this one but i managed it. this post was wildly helpful. i hope y’all enjoy :)
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He’s not in bed when you roll over.
The clock on the bedside reads 4:17 and his alarm doesn’t go until 8, so you know he’s still around here somewhere. He should be back to bed soon, but it’s cold and you miss him. Against your body’s protest and the draw of sleep, you pull on some sweats to go and find him.
When you step out into the hallway, the shocking cold of the hardwood is unpleasant under the soles of your bare feet. You can’t help but grin at the sight of him on the sofa, though, cat in his lap and phone in his hand, mindlessly scrolling.
“What are you doing up?” You ask as you sit down at his side, curling into him. When you press your face into his chest, he smells like cigarettes and Nick, and you want to inhale it until it’s all consuming.
“Got up for a smoke and didn’t want to wake you.” Nick responds, wrapping his arm tightly around your back, rubbing circles that soothe you, tracing a little heart the way he knows makes you swoon. He places a kiss to the top of your head and you smile into his t-shirt, burying your face further.
You hear the sound of cat paws hitting the floor and scampering away. Normally this would offend you—all this time later and he still hasn’t quite warmed up to you—but this morning you’re grateful it gives you the opportunity to pull the blanket over you both and crawl into Nick’s lap.
“You know I don’t like sleeping without you.” You tell him, his spit slick lips kissing a path across your neck and up to your face. When they slot over yours, he tastes like Newports and you sigh into his mouth. You’ve long ago quit but the taste on his tongue almost has you jonesing for one of your own.
“I’ll wake you up next time.” He says, sliding his hands beneath your shirt to settle on the small of your back. They’re cold and it makes you wince, but the skin to skin contact is so nice it makes you dizzy.
“Next time, don’t go.” You respond—an empty request. Your hips start to move against his. His hands are guiding you gently, still cold against your skin but not unpleasant, and definitely more than welcome.
You can’t help the smirk that spreads across your face when you feel his cock, hard and insistent, against the back of your leg. You cup his face in your hands, meeting his eyes and absolutely beaming, “Is that for me, Nicky?”
All he can do is nod before you’re kissing him breathless.
You can’t help yourself. You scoot yourself back on his lap, settle near his knees, and pull his pants down his thighs to take him in your hand. His gasp on the upstroke and the groan when you swipe your thumb over his tip make you wish either of you had thought to turn a light on. You’re dying to really see his face, but he’s still so pretty in the moonlight dancing through the sliding glass door.
But you’re still so sleepy. Your hand slowing down on his cock, your lips stilling over his, losing focus, and of course Nick notices. Nick always notices.
“It’s okay, baby.” Nick whispers, cupping your face in his hand and kissing you gently. You blush, feeling guilty and embarrassed, but his smile settles you like always. “Let’s get you back to bed.”
You reluctantly rise from his lap but are thankful for the suggestion, eyes begging to close again. You stand above him with wobbly legs, waiting for him to pull his clothes back on and join you.
When he does, it’s with a hand on the small of your back to guide you, making you swoon again. It sends chills up your spine, making you want him, almost as much as you want to be back in his bed, snuggled up.
When he crawls into bed behind you, pulling the covers over you both, he wraps his arm tightly around your middle. He’s kissing behind your ear, rutting subtly into your back, and you know he wants something. You know he wants you.
You also know he would stop if you asked. All you would have to do is yawn and he’d let up, hold you closer to him while you drift off to sleep. But the feel of him behind you has you desperate and dripping—you’re squirming back into him before you even notice it happening.
“Is this okay?” Nick asks, sliding a hand under your shirt and over your belly. His hand is still so cold but the feel of it when it moves higher, pinching and rolling your nipple between his fingers, has you gasping and nodding, desperate to have him touching you everywhere.
Rolling over to face him, running a hand beneath his shirt, you ask. “Will you fuck me?”
He meets your eyes, searching for any hesitation, but finds none. You’re positive. “Please, I need you.”
When he finally takes your panties off and fingers between your folds, he grins. His fingers always feel so good in you but you need his cock, soaked for him already.
“You’re this wet just for me?” He asks, sounding awestruck by you. It’s your usual reaction to his touch and you don’t know how he’s still surprised. You’ve been wet since the moment he touched you.
The stretch when he slides into you is delicious and all-consuming. His body covers yours completely and you feel surrounded by him, gasping into his open mouth.
The way that he’s fucking you so slowly and deeply with his warm breath on your neck has you seeing stars. The way that his cock feels inside of you like you were made for it, hitting that perfect spot every time, has you clenching around him.
“You feel so good.” Nick whispers, kissing your cheek and fucking you harder but still so slowly. You feel him fucking everywhere. You can’t help the cries you let out on every trust, feeling beyond full and overwhelmed by him. “I fucking love you, always so good for me.”
His voice is dizzying. You love when he talks to you during, making you blush, feeling desperate and loved. Nick straightens up, then, one hand pressing on your tummy and the other moving lower, thumbing insistently over your clit.
You’re squirming beneath him, twitching, and he can tell. He grins, moving his hand from your tummy to your side, gripping you. “I can feel you, baby. You’re about to cum for me, aren’t you?”
You nod, gripping him. He keeps fucking you deep and you can tell he’s reaching his end, too. One swipe has you seeing stars, your hand finding his wrist to grip and grind down and you’re gone.
He fucks you through it, leaning back down to kiss you through it and tongue his way into your mouth. You feel his rhythm faltering and the stuttering of his hips has you needy for it.
“Inside?” Nick asks, and for you, right now, it’s not even a question. You’re nodding and it’s only moments before he’s stilling and emptying inside of you. You thread your fingers through his hair as he comes down, soothing him, placing kisses to his cheeks.
His weight settled on top of you, softening inside of you, is so soothing that you could fall back to sleep just like this. But you know you have to get up.
“Up, baby.” You say, patting his back. He whines but rolls off of you, looking sleepy and pretty. “Meet me outside in a few? I want a cig.”
It’s chilly and a sleepy cuddle on the porch, sharing a cigarette, sounds better to you than anything. You’ll let yourself have it as a treat.
“Bad girl.” Nick says, grinning, climbing out of bed after you.
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two way vision
pairing: noah sebastian x nick ruffilo x fem reader
cw: polyamorous relationship, dom!nick, brief name calling, belt spanking, threesome, unprotected p in v sex, oral sex (m receiving), boyfriends calling each other dude hehe, mid-sex bickering, ABSOLUTELY FILTHY but don’t worry i think it’s still very sweet 🩵
word count: 3.2K
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author’s note: ruffilo wore a belt and i immediately got all twisty about it? and this happened. enjoy 🤍
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You hadn’t meant to misbehave tonight.
You had put on your pretty dress and gotten all done up with the intention of getting comfortably tipsy and remaining on your best behavior, but things don’t always work out as planned.
Apparently it’s a very important night, with very important people. Apparently the future of the band could ride on this very event. This could mean big things for them. Apparently.
While Nick and Noah are schmoozing, paying you no mind whatsoever, the boredom gets to you. You hate this party. You’re the only girlfriend here and the alcohol sucks—no liquor, just champagne. You’ll regret the morning after blinding champagne headache tomorrow.
You were well aware that they wouldn’t be able to pay much attention to you, but you couldn’t have predicted just how bored you’d be and how out of place you’d feel. You love spending time with them, you love supporting them, but you almost wish you’d stayed at home tonight.
You just wish they’d pay attention to you for a moment. You wish you’d stayed by Nick’s side instead of heading for the bar, but shaking hands and smiling politely at men in suits didn’t sound like fun to you. It still doesn’t.
Being next to them, no matter how boring the conversations may be, seems a lot better than this—sitting at the table alone, sipping on shitty champagne and sulking.
You know that Noah would be more receptive to the games you feel like playing. You know you’re not allowed. It was discussed extensively—in public, you’re Nick’s fiancée and Noah’s friend, for now. Playing with Noah would pose a lot of questions that none of you are quite ready to answer.
That doesn’t mean you have to like it, especially tonight when they’re all dressed up, looking like that. You’ve been aching since the moment Nick stepped out of the bedroom, doing up his belt, asking if the two of you were about ready to go. It’s not often you get to see them like this. Having to keep your legs crossed, squeezing together to chase away that familiar buzz, feels a little silly. You just want to have a little fun.
You’ve been here for so long and want them to take you home.
Walking up behind Nick, notching your finger in his belt and pulling him back towards you, pressing a kiss to the side of his neck, you know it’s not your best idea.
You recognize the guy he and Noah are talking to as someone in another band, not an exec—you don’t know who he is but you don’t really care.
“You want to introduce me to your friend, Nicky?” you ask, and he looks back at you with a sour expression. He doesn’t want you to be doing this, not here. Not tonight, not now. It’s just so fun to push his buttons. You slide your hand around to his front, resting over his belly and rubbing. “I’m bored.”
He narrows his eyes at you but he turns back around and introduces you—you don’t listen for a name. You shake his hand and place a kiss behind Nick’s ear. You catch Noah from the corner of your eye, softly amused with an overcurrent of concern. He knows where this lands you.
“Go sit back down,” Nick bites as he turns to face you. He kisses you but it’s short. You’re in trouble. Your intent hadn’t necessarily been to embarrass him, but tease him, a little fun to take the edge off just how much you don’t want to be here. “I’ll be with you in a minute.”
His tone is dark in a way you don’t get often. The ache is unbearable. You go to sit back down and hope you don’t regret what you’ve done, waiting for Nick and Noah to come and join you.
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You don’t speak on the ride home. With Nick’s hand gripping you, you can feel exactly where the marks will be on your inner thigh, where his fingers press in painfully. He’s angry. Noah holds your hand, rubbing a thumb along the back, a comfort.
You’re ushered inside with a hand on the small of your back when the car pulls up out front. Possessive.
The door slams shut behind you, making you flinch. Not fear, necessarily—uncertainty. It’s been a while since you’ve done this and you’re not sure exactly what to expect. He hangs his jacket on the rack, not used to wearing it, muscle memory of the hook by the door.
“Go to the bedroom. Both of you,” Nick orders, voice stern but gentle at once. You share a glance with Noah but do what he says. “I’ll be right in.”
You close the door behind you, leave your clothes on and wait for Nick’s instructions, though you think you know what they’ll be.
Noah kisses you with a gentle hand on your face, thumb grazing your cheek. It’s gentle and you need it, though you’re buzzing with the anticipation of what you know is to come.
“You think maybe you shouldn’t have done that, love?” Noah asks when he pulls away, breath on your lips. He’s smirking but his voice is laced with a bit of concern.
You smile, settling him. You almost want to laugh, because he must have forgotten.
“I wanted to do it,” you assure him, placing a kiss on his cheek. “I appreciate your concern, sweet boy, but I wanted this. You think I don’t know exactly what I’m doing?”
You freeze when the bedroom door opens, slamming back shut. Noah backs away from you quickly like he’s been burned, like being near you will get him in trouble, too. He’s definitely forgotten.
Nick comes up behind you, wrapping his arms tight around your middle. It’s almost like normal, if not for his teeth grazing your neck, then biting down in a way that hurts you, feels primal and angry.
“You were very bad tonight, baby. You know that, right?” Nick asks. You nod, his hand sliding its way around your throat, grip tight enough to make you short of breath but loose enough that you don’t fear it. You never do—not with Nicholas. Even angry, he’s always careful, always has an edge of softness in his every move. “I know you didn’t mean to embarrass me, but they know now. They know my girl is a desperate little slut.”
You moan, cut off when he clamps his hand down over your mouth. The ache gets deeper—you’re dripping for him.
“Noah, go get on the bed, baby,” Nick says, and Noah scrambles to do it, eager. He props himself up against the pillows how Nick normally likes him at the start and it makes you chuckle, seeing him so ready to do whatever he’s asked to do. Nick’s hand trails back down to your throat, just resting there, not squeezing. With his mouth at your ear, he shushes you. “You,” he whispers in your ear, making you shiver. “I want you to undress and get on all fours on the bed for me. Okay?”
You nod, moving to undress and do what’s asked of you, but he catches you by the hand and pulls you to him again, your back pressed to his chest.
“Uh uh, sweetheart,” he whispers, a hand trailing delicately down your side. “I need you to be good and use your words. I need a yes or no from you. Do you want to do this?”
“Yes, Nicky,” you say, moving to turn around in his arms and hoping he’ll let you. He allows it and you feel a wave of relief, especially when you see the expression painted on his face, patient and gentle for a moment. “I want this. Please.”
“Good girl,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to your cheek. You feel yourself relax completely, reminded that you’re safe here with them. He gives you a slap on your ass when you turn around and you gasp, hearing him laugh behind you. “Dress off. Hands and knees, please.”
You unzip your dress and let it fall to your feet, watch as Noah’s eyes glaze over with want. You unclasp your bra and hear Nick’s breath hitch as it falls to the floor. Dipping your fingers into the band of your lace panties, he tsks behind you. “Those stay on,” he orders—your cheeks heat. You leave them and crawl onto the bed. “Thank you, baby.”
“Keep your eyes on Noah,” Nick says, coming up behind you, hand on the small of your back. You shift your eyes up to Noah, looking back at you with a soft expression, small smile. You smile back. You can hear as Nick unbuckles his belt, but don’t hear the familiar sound of his zipper being pulled down. You hear it sliding from the loops, and feel as the belt, folded over, grazes your ass. You shiver. “How many do you think you deserve, baby?”
“I—I don’t know,” you say. You don’t know just how bad you were tonight. You know you shouldn’t have done what you did, but you were so bored. Lonely. “Maybe ten, Nicky? Is that good?”
“I think ten is just fine, sweetheart,” Nick says, running his hand up your back, leaning over to press a kiss to your shoulder blade. “Do you remember my rules?”
“Um—yeah. ‘Red’ if I need to stop, or if I make a really pained noise, you’ll check. And I count the hits,” you say. Nick places a slap to your ass, gentle. You’ve forgotten something. “And I keep my eyes on Noah.”
“Yes, good girl,” Nick says. “You take care of her, baby,” he tells Noah, who nods up at him, then focuses back on you, reaching out. “Hold her hand, okay? Tell me if anything seems off,” the belt grazes your ass again. “Are you ready?”
You nod before hearing him sigh behind you. Your words. You forgot again. You’re so nervous, or excited, or a little bit of both. “Yes, I’m ready, Nicky.”
The first blow stings, surprises you—you yelp and squeeze Noah’s hand. “One,” you gasp. Another. “Fuck. Two,” Noah grazes his thumb against the back of your hand, brings it up to his mouth, whispers good, baby. Another. You’re getting used to it. Feeling nicer. “Three,” The fourth hits a little low, below the meat of your ass, high on the back of your thigh. You hiss and Nick pulls back, soothing with his hand. “Four.”
“Hold on. Are you okay?” Nick asks.
“Mmhmm, just—” you start, thinking of what to say. “That one was a little low. It felt bad, kind of. Can you try to stay higher?”
“Of course, baby. I’m sorry,” he says. You relax. You know he didn’t mean it—he always tries his best to be careful. “Thank you for using your words. Are you good to continue?”
“Yes, please,” you say, reaching for Noah’s hand again, who offers it readily. The fifth feels nicer, your responding groan breaking off into a sigh. “Five,” The next two come in quick succession, one on each cheek. You feel yourself dripping for him, Noah’s eyes glazed over as he watches you. “Eight,” you gasp, thinking you should misbehave more often. It was all thanks to that fucking belt. “Nine,” you whine. The last one stings worse than the others and you’re glad you didn’t pick a higher number. “Ten.”
“Good girl,” Nick says, leaning down to pepper kisses along your back, soothing a hand over your ass. Noah leans down to kiss you on the mouth and you smile into it. “You did such a good job for us.”
“I want—” you start, gasping into Noah’s mouth when Nick’s fingers graze your folds over your panties, pressing in slightly. “I want you. Both. Please.”
“I know, you want to be full, huh?” Nick asks and you nod. “How do you want us?”
“I want Noah in my mouth,” you say, and Noah gasps, grazing a hand over your face. “You inside me, Nicky. Please.”
It’s been a while since you’ve had them like this, full from both ends, complete center of attention. You wiggle your ass back and Nick groans when you make contact with his front, cock hard and insistent, pressing against his zipper.
“Remember, two taps on Noah’s leg if you need to stop,” Nick says, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. You hear them fall to the floor. You’re not sure when Noah got undressed, but when you look, he’s naked and waiting for you. Your mouth waters. “Do you care about these?” Nick asks, fingers grazing the fabric of your panties.
“No, Nicky,” you say, just before his hand presses over the band against the small of your back, his other dipping beneath the gusset and yanking, fabric tearing. The shock of the cold in the room on your lips makes you shiver.
“Look at you,” Nick marvels, fingers dipping inside. “Look at this pretty pussy, baby, all wet and dripping for us.”
Noah presses his cock to the seam of your lips, swipes a thumb along your cheek. You stick your tongue out to taste him, bask in the weight of it as he lays it on your tongue. You close your mouth around the tip, swirl your tongue and sink further. You never tire of his little gasps when he’s in your mouth or in your cunt.
You feel Nick at your entrance, sliding inside easily, bottoming out and forcing you further on Noah’s cock. “Oh, fuck,” you hear him gasp and your eyes flutter closed. You’ll let them do the work for you—that’s your favorite part. “Fuck, you always feel so good.”
You force down a choke as you’re forced further onto Noah’s cock, swallowing around him. You grasp Noah’s leg for purchase and his gasp is dizzying.
“How’s she feel, baby?” Noah asks, and Nick groans from the back of his throat. God, you love listening to them while they’re using you. “Her mouth is—” he breaks off into a gasp as you swallow around him, the slightest graze of your teeth, just how he likes it. “Fuck.”
“You know, dude,” Nick says, fucking you harder. You feel split open and can’t control the gag this time, as you’re forced down further on Noah’s cock, who pulls back a bit to give you a reprieve. You squeeze his leg gratefully but move yourself back down further, needing it—the gag, the choke, the overwhelming fullness of it all. “You know she feels fucking perfect. You wish you were back here, huh?”
“No, dude, her mouth,” Noah counters, a hand running over your cheek, into your hair, tugging and making you gag. Noah’s groan is fucking pornographic, Nick’s even more so. “You know how her throat tightens around you when you pull on her hair?” Noah asks him. You feel overwhelmingly full when they both lean forward. You hear the wet, sloppy sounds of their kissing and you bask in them. Noah tightens his hand in your hair while Nick’s hands move from your hips up to your sides, gripping tight. They chuckle into each other’s mouths when you choke again. “Did her pussy do it, too, Nicky?”
Nick moves his hands from your sides. If Noah’s whine is anything to go off, Nick’s hands have tangled in his hair just how he likes it. You wish so badly you could watch them—you love them like this.
“Are you smoking again?” Nick asks Noah, and you’re surprised it took him so long tonight to notice the smell, the taste of them. “You taste like shitty cigarettes. Stale. Menthol ones.”
“It’s her, man,” Noah says, and you pinch his leg to hear his yelp, payback for being a snitch. “She bummed a few during the party, snuck out front. She was gone for ages,” he continues, unfortunately not deterred, determined to throw you under the bus so he can remain Nick’s perfect boy. “I taste like her, Nicky. You would have noticed if you’d been paying any attention to her. I’m not allowed,” he snarks. You laugh—apparently Noah likes the vibration of it, muffling a moan into Nick’s skin. “Don’t you know never to leave a pretty girl like this alone?”
“I’m gathering that. Fucking smartass,” Nick says, fucking you slower, thrusting deeper and harder. A hand comes back down to grip your hips, thumb grazing over your skin. “Kiss me again, Noah,” Nick orders and he doesn’t hesitate—you quickly readjust as he moves forward again, meeting Nick’s mouth. “Honey, you’re shaking. You’re about to cum, huh?”
Noah doesn’t answer, not that you can hear, just thrusts faster and deeper into your mouth. You power through it, swallow around the gag, blink away the tears and let your eyes slip closed. “I’m gonna cum,” Noah gasps into Nick’s mouth. You double your efforts, sliding your head down as far as you can, swallowing around him. He groans, gathering your hair in a fist and stilling. “Oh, fuck.”
Noah’s barely pulled out before Nick is, too, flipping you over onto your back and slipping back in. You swallow, Noah’s cum sliding down your throat. He’s leaning over you again, licking into your mouth, tasting himself on your tongue. It’s filthy and makes you ache, tighten around Nick.
Nick slaps a tit, kneading it and pinching the pebbled nipple between his index finger and thumb. You let out a desperate moan as he grabs the other, fucking you deeper. “Touch yourself, sweetheart,” Nick tells you, right hand moving from your chest to your throat, tightening just slightly. “Keep your eyes on me.”
You reach between your bodies, middle finger sliding over your clit. You had already been so close and the first touch of your finger sets your body alight. Nick’s eyes are so focused on you—you’re short of breath and so fucking close.
“Nicky,” you gasp, reaching out for him with a free hand. He leans down to kiss you, the most gentle thing you’ve felt all night. Throwing your head back, you feel your orgasm reaching its peak. Your eyes meet Nick’s again. “Cum on my cock, sweet girl. Cum for me,” he says as it washes over you.
Nick is pulling out, then, jerking his cock once, twice, three times before his cum is covering your tummy. You always love the way it feels.
They bracket your body. Noah gathers some of Nick’s cum on his fingers, sucking them into his mouth. Nick’s eyes unfocus before he leans over you, licking into Noah’s mouth.
They focus back on you, Nick speaking up. “I’m sorry you felt neglected tonight, sweetheart. I shouldn’t have done that to you,” Nick starts, thumb grazing over your cheek. “If it happens again, you can just tell me, all right? You don’t need to act out.”
“I’m sorry I embarrassed you, Nicky,” you respond, but he smiles and shakes his head, letting you know that you didn’t.
“Can I run you a bath?” he asks, and a bath does sound so nice right now, the warm water on your stinging and aching body.
“Can Noah come?” you ask, and Noah smiles into the skin of your neck, snorting. You’re glad you’d decided to go for the bigger tub.
“Of course he can,” Nick responds. “Noah always comes.”
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pairing: noah sebastian x nick ruffilo x fem reader
cw: polyamorous relationship, long distance yearning, it’s pretty fluffy my friends
taglist: @concretenoah / @ladyveronikawrites / @lma1986 / @monotoniscreaming / @xxrainstorm / @agravemisstake
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author’s note: thank you lady v once again for the beta; i added some pitt back in just for you. and thank you @darksigns-exe for the poly boyfriends brainworms. no smut in here - wild change of pace. and i’ll probably be writing more little bits of these sweet babes at some point 🤍 i got euclid on the brain so title from that, obvi. enjoy!
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Nick sends a postcard from every city.
Missing you from Atlanta! Love, Nicholas.
It makes you feel warm and loved, every time you open your mailbox to another card from another city, with your partner’s pretty writing on the back.
You imagine him standing in the store for ages, sifting through the cards, trying to pick the perfect one for your gallery wall. You imagine Noah picking one out as a joke, and Nick scoffing, putting it back irritated.
No, man, she’s particular about her wall. Remember?
It makes your chest swell. You long to be there, to play mediator like you do when they’re both home with you. They need it sometimes, and you’re sure Jolly could use the break every now and again.
Noah sends memes. They’re ones you would never see otherwise because you won’t step foot on Twitter, but they make you smile and remind you of him, his stupid sense of humor, and the way his face lights up when he laughs. You close your eyes and imagine it, his eyes scrunching closed with his laugh, and your chest tightens.
They always send a selfie when they get off stage, and another before bed, sometimes a FaceTime if you’re still up. They don’t show you their intertwined hands. They know it makes you jealous and weepy, but you’re so grateful that they have each other. You imagine them kissing when the call ends and you cry anyway.
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When you couldn’t make it to the show you had all planned for, you thought that was it. Work gets in the way again, sends you out of town, but you’ll see them when they come home to you and all will be okay.
The show looks incredible. You brave social media just this once to see clips of your boys, weep in bed in your hotel room. You stay up late to see them before you sleep—they tell you they wish you were there, they miss you, they love you. You catch a glimpse of a love bite on Nick’s chest and wish it could have come from you. You fantasize about quitting your job. You get closer every day.
The postcard comes two days later, a pop-art rendition of the Pittsburgh skyline, Nick’s little note scrawled across the back. It feels silly to have but you knew he wouldn’t dare to break the tradition he’s created.
Wish you were here! Love always, your Nicholas.
You don’t know how much longer you can go without them, holding back tears as you put the card in its frame, giving it its place on the wall.
You feel helpless and hopeless until you get an email, the airline notifications you had set up on cost changes doing you a solid, for once. Flight to LAX, suspiciously affordable, landing at 2 PM on the 8th of October.
It’s not a question. You don’t think twice. You have the PTO, and your boss can’t possibly deny you again. And if they do, fuck it, you’ll really dig your heels in about them needing another girl working on the tour. You’ll get Lana on your side this time around. They can’t say no to you both.
You book the ticket, arrange a guest list spot with Matt and buzz with excitement in preparation for your surprise.
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You never tire of watching them perform.
The way Noah owns the stage, running from stage left to stage right, commanding the crowd to chant and jump with him. Nicholas, his long hair swaying with each rock of his neck to the beat of the song. His slender fingers grip the neck of his bass as he bounces his leg, growling backing vocals going straight through you. You wish you could be at every show. You swell with pride and know you couldn’t have picked two better boys to share your life.
You head to the green room when they come back out to say their thank yous and goodbyes. You hate to miss the photo slides but you helped pick most of the photos, anyway. Lots from your private collection and you think maybe you owe some of these people a “you’re welcome.”
Sitting on the old, worn leather couch, you start to panic. You’ve never surprised them before. Noah hates surprises, but you hope at least you’re a good one.
Folio comes through the door first, followed by Jolly, and the door swings back closed. Shocked at first when they see you, Folio’s face breaks out into a huge grin before turning on his heels.
“Yo, Noah, you’re gonna wanna see this—” he yells as he swings the door back open, to reveal Nick, sweaty and looking exhausted, but when his eyes land on you—
“Holy shit,” he whispers.
You can barely make it out above the roar of noise in the hallway. You don’t know where Noah is, but Nick looks as gorgeous as you’ve ever seen him. You need to take a deep breath but find your throat stopping you as your vision starts to blur. The look on his face as he crosses the room to you melts your anxiety in an instant. You haven’t seen him in so long. And he’s here. He’s right here with you.
When he reaches you, he sinks to his knees at your feet. His fingers digging into your thigh, eyes glazed over as he looks up at you, you lean down to meet him halfway.
The feeling of his lips on yours makes you feel dizzy. The feel of the wetness on his cheeks when you cup his face makes you want to sob, but you don’t, you lick into his mouth and bask in the sound of his gasp.
“Where the fuck were you,” he speaks into your mouth when he pulls away from you.
His fingers are gripping your thigh painfully. You know you’ll bruise, you wince, but it’s Nick and you don’t care. You’ll press your fingers there when you get home and you’ll think of him and—
“Why didn’t you say anything?”
“I was flirting with the pretty bartender. I think you’d like her, Nicky, do you think Noah will go for a fourth?”
He’s leaning in for another kiss when you hear the green room door slam back open, thundering steps getting closer and closer until Nick is jostled forward, Noah’s head resting on his shoulder, eyes focused on you.
“You were a very naughty girl, keeping this secret from us,” Noah says, his head angling to press kisses and nip at Nick’s neck. Nick grins and you watch as the hand that was digging into your thigh takes Noah’s hand and laces their fingers.
When you’re far away, it makes you jealous. When you’re right here, when you have them both in front of you, that’s the furthest thing from your mind.
When you kiss Noah and he smiles into it, when the hand not laced with Nick’s threads through your hair, when Nick nips at your neck while Noah kisses you, you’ve never felt more at home.
Because they are your home.
“Nicky let me pick your postcard this time,” Noah tells you when he pulls away.
“You’ll hate it,” Nick says, but he’s grinning as he stands up to rummage through his backpack.
When he returns to you and holds it out, it’s a silly little card, but both their names are signed this time.
Loving you from LA. Love, your Nicholas and Noah.
Noah’s grinning as wide as you’ve ever seen. It’s your favorite of the bunch.
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the crazier i came
pairing: nick folio x fem reader
cw: first time anal sex and a VERY needy (unhinged and impatient and uncareful) folio
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author’s note: this one i’m actually very nervous about posting. i’ve been going back and forth with myself for weeks on whether i was actually going to write it at all. alas, here she is. hope y’all enjoy 🤍
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He can’t keep still.
He’s squirming impatiently, grip tightening, loosening, tightening on your hips. You can feel his cock twitching inside of you. It’s just on the wrong side of feeling okay.
You need him to stay still. It’s all too distracting for you to focus on adjusting to him inside of you. There’s lube everywhere—your hips, your ass, sliding down your inner thighs, Nick’s hands and yours, the bedsheets. Nick is rutting and squirming behind you and it almost feels good, save for the twinge of pain when he moves wrong. If only he would be fucking patient.
“Nick, you’ve got to stop moving.” You tell him through a whine. It’s frustrating, and you hate having to tell him no, but you know you’ll both enjoy this more if he would just stay still for a little while longer. You’re almost there. “Stay still for me a little longer, please.”
“I’m trying to be good.” He gasps, and it makes you feel soft for him. He ruts into you once, twice, and it hurts, making you wince. He groans and stills, rubs his hands soothingly over your hips in an apology. You forgive him. You always do. You know Nick, never the careful type, but never malicious. Always apologetic. You knew you would have to fight him a little. “I’m sorry, honey, you just feel so good.”
He sounds desperate, like he might be ready to cry. The pet name makes your skin heat, words rolling off his tongue like he’s pained. At least, for once, he’s still.
You focus on adjusting to him. Deep breath in, out. You squeeze around him, hoping it’ll help, and it does a little. The tiny shocked gasp he gives you helps too, making you laugh at him, and he groans like he’s embarrassed. But he doesn’t move. Good fucking boy.
You feel so full of him. Your fingers are grasping at the bed sheets and letting go. You’re overwhelmed, struggling to keep your breathing steady. Deep breath in, out. Experimentally, you roll your hips back into him. The edge of pain is gone—it’s an overwhelming fullness, but you manage it. You pull forward, rolling your hips back again, slower this time.
You hear Nick groan above you, so ragged that his voice breaks. You clench around him, suddenly a little desperate yourself. His fingers grip your hips harder and you look over your shoulder to meet his eyes. They’re brimming with tears and your breath catches. You’ve always loved seeing him like this.
You decide it’s time to let him have his treat.
You nod, giving him permission, and watch as relief washes over his face. He gathers you up into his arms so your back is flush with his chest and the change in angle has your vision blurring. He’s fucking into you slow, every push inside making you feel short of breath again. His arm is wrapped tight around your tummy, the other hand holding your throat—not gripping, just resting there. You think maybe it’s a comfort to you both. His thighs shake as he’s gasping into your neck.
You can tell he’s still trying to be patient for you.
“Nicky, you can go harder.” You whine before the breath is knocked out of you as he pulls out of you and slams back in. It consumes you and your vision goes black. You close your eyes, leaning your head back onto his shoulder and putting your trust in him completely, letting yourself feel it all as he fucks you with shallow thrusts.
He buries his face in your neck, gasping, licking, biting at the sensitive skin.
His hands are gripping your hip and your tummy so hard that you know you’ll bruise. You can feel where you’ll be covered in fingerprint shaped hues of blues and purples and yellows. You can already feel Nick pressing his fingers into each of his marks, watching you wince and grinning, soothing you with kisses.
“You’re shaking.” He says, gripping you tighter, holding you up better, pulling you ever closer so you’re touching everywhere. You want to say no shit. You’ll be trembling for days after this. He places soft kisses along your jaw, your neck, your shoulder. The gentleness juxtaposes with his harsh thrusts, how thoroughly he’s fucking you. You’re sure that without his arms, you’d collapse into the mattress. “Are you feeling good, honey?”
You want to say yes. You want to say of course. You want to say please. All you can muster is a frantic nod and a wail of something resembling his name when his hand moves from its spot on your hip, between your folds, fingers pressing into your clit.
You place your hand over his, holding it there, grinding yourself down on his fingers and back into his cock. It overwhelms you. You take what he gives you. You take what is owed to you. You lose yourself in the feeling, burning everywhere he touches you, pressing his hand into you and letting him do the hard work.
Every thrust moves his fingers along your center and the pressure on your clit gets you closer and closer. You feel his rhythm faltering as he nears his own end and you’re determined to get there first. Your thighs are trembling as your orgasm bubbles up in you, your skin buzzing with it.
You collapse as it hits you, crying out Nick’s name and going limp in his arms, twitching with the aftershocks of your own pleasure. He lets you fall forward and drapes himself over your back, thrusting into you frantically. Your focus is gone, vision blurred, skin burning, ears ringing. You can barely register him inside you anymore but you feel protected and sated with his weight along your back.
When he pulls out of you and straightens up, you collapse into the mattress and miss the feeling of his skin on yours, everywhere he had been touching you. You sigh happily when you feel his cum painting the skin of your lower back.
A kiss is pressed between your shoulder blades before his weight leaves the bed. You let your eyes close, knowing he’ll be back to take care of you.
It’s moments later when he returns, running a soft and dampened towel along your back and between your legs before tossing it away, gathering you up in his arms and pulling a blanket over you both.
“Feeling okay?” He asks, fingering through your hair.
“You’ll have to behave a lot better than that if we do this again.” You say, pressing a kiss to his chest and laughing so he knows you’re okay.
“All right, honey.” He says, holding you closer. “Whatever you want.”
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