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the way you bend, the way you break

Pairing: Joakim Jolly Karlsson x OFC (Violet)

Content Warning/Tags: ⚠️18+MDNI!! daddy!jolly, mild degradation, vaginal fingering, oral sex (female and male receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, squirting, use of restraints, overstimulation, light choking, praise kink if you squint. Some fluffy af aftercare. Seriously, Jolly is the king of aftercare.

Word Count: 4.4k

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The doorbell rings and Jolly looks up from his book confused. He wasn’t expecting any visitors today. He sits the book on the coffee table and pads to the front door peeking out the small window beside it. A short, raven-haired woman stands outside with her arms folded against her chest bouncing on the balls of her feet. Jolly smiles as he unlocks the door and opens it.

“If it isn’t my favorite flower.” He announces, grinning at his guest.

Violet rolls her eyes. “This flower is fucking freezing, are you going to let me in, or not?”

Jolly laughs and steps aside, allowing his friend to enter his home. Violet takes her jacket off and hangs it up by the door. She slips her shoes off and walks straight into the kitchen, leaving Jolly behind her.

When he makes it to the kitchen, she’s already rummaging through his refrigerator. He hears a bottle clinking and she pulls out two beers. Popping off the tops she hops up onto the counter and takes a drink, sighing.

It wasn’t uncommon for Violet to show up like this. They’d been friends for a few years now and spent many nights together drinking and eating junk food on his couch. They had consoled each other during breakups and life problems in general. Unannounced visits were not uncommon.

However, he knew something was wrong immediately.

Maybe it’s the way she chews on her bottom lip. Or how she fidgets while she rambles on about how horrible traffic was on the way to his house. The small talk was an indicator in itself something was wrong, but then he notices she’s barely opened her beer and she’s already peeling the label off it.

“What’s wrong, Vi?” Jolly interrupts her.

Violet whips her head over to look at him. She looks down at the beer bottle in her hand, resuming her task of destroying the label and shakes her head.

“Nothing. Why do you ask?”

He leans back against the counter across from her and crosses his arms.

“Because you’ve been here for five minutes and you’ve nearly chewed your lip off. Not to mention you think I give a shit about traffic?” Jolly raises his eyebrows at her in amusement and she huffs a laugh.

“Also, that poor beer bottle. Give it a break, won’t you?”

Violet groans and sets the beer bottle beside her. “You know, it’s really fucking annoying having you as a friend sometimes. You’re so observant.”

Jolly chuckles. “Tell me, my flower. What is it?”

“I have a favor to ask you… but it’s a big favor. I mean, a huge favor.”

“Go on.” Jolly says, taking a swig of his beer.

Violet sighs, straightening her posture.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Jolly chokes on his beer, coughing and nearly spitting it everywhere. He wipes his mouth off and looks up at her. He searches her face for a sign she’s joking. This is a prank, right? She’s just messing with him.

What he sees instead is a look of pure sincerity with a hint of embarrassment and shame. He realizes that she is, in fact, not joking and she was rambling because she was nervous to ask him. It occurs to him that he just made things infinitely worse with his reaction and he decides he needs to do damage control.

“Sorry, went down the wrong way.” He clears his throat. “Um.” Jolly closes his eyes to process her request, trying to ignore how his cock was already twitching at the thought. He flounders for a second longer and finally gathers himself.

“I am completely flattered. Believe me, but.. you could literally go out and pick any man you want. Why me?”

“God, trust me, I’ve tried.” Violet says, rolling her eyes. Jolly ignores the feeling of jealousy that starts to creep up inside of him. “I’m just not.. getting what I need, Jolly. Do you know what I’m saying?”

Jolly definitely can’t ignore the twitching in his pants this time. He swallows and nods because that’s all he can manage at the moment. His best friend is telling him that she thinks he can fuck her better than all of the other guys that she’s been with. The thought has his head swimming and he struggles to not grab her and fuck her on his kitchen counter.

“And you think I can?” He says, a little higher pitched than he intended.

“I know you can. Remember that night we got really drunk and started talking about our kinks? You told me how you loved taking control, giving your partners multiple orgasms..” She pauses, her cheeks flushing. “Degrading them a little, if that’s what they want.”

“Is that what you want?”

Violet nods, chewing on her lip. “Yes. Very much so.”

“Are you sure about this, Vi?” Jolly questions, stepping closer to his friend. He towers over her even as she sits perched on his kitchen counter. Their size difference has never crossed his mind before but suddenly it is all he can think about.

“Please, Jolls.” Violet begs as she scoots closer to the edge of the counter. She opens her legs for him and he steps in between them. “I need this more than anything and if I can’t trust you then who can I trust?”

Jolly begins to speak but is cut off by her warm hand running up his chest. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, his hands gripping the counters on either side of her legs. When he opens his eyes, her bright green ones stare back at him and he folds.

“You can always trust me.” He breathes, eyes flickering to her lips. She leans in to kiss him but he pulls back slightly. “Just know that once we start this…” He pauses briefly and places his hand around her jaw, squeezing. “I won’t stop until you’re fucked so dumb you can’t even speak.”

Violet’s breath hitches. Jolly feels her thighs squeeze against his and he smirks. “I’m ready..” She breathes and he lets her pull him in by his shirt, their lips ghosting over each other. “Please don’t make me beg you again.”

Their lips meet as he grabs the back of her head, closing the distance between them. A sharp pain shoots through Jolly’s lip as she bites into him, a metallic taste following. He growls and jerks her closer to him, their hips slotting together.

He meets Violet’s movements as she grinds on him. The way she clings to him and pants so heavily into his mouth makes Jolly realize she was serious — she did need this. He scoops her up and carries her to his bedroom.

They leave a trail of clothes on their way down the hall. By the time he gets her on his bed he’s swirling his tongue around her nipple and working her leggings off with one hand as he cups her other breast with his free one.

“Before we get started,” Jolly begins, his own gasp cuts him off as Violet pushes her hand into his sweats and wraps her hand around his cock. “I want to—god, hang on..” Jolly reluctantly pries her hand off of him and sits back on his heels. She raises up on her elbows, a confused look on her face.

“Are you having second thoughts?” She questions.

Jolly’s eyes widen and he shakes his head. “No, God no.” He watches her as she relaxes. “I just want to make sure you understand the traffic light system. I don’t want there to be any confusion or..”

Violet raises up and puts a finger to his lips, effectively shutting him up.

“Green means keep going. Yellow means slow down. Red means something’s wrong and we need to stop. Right?”

Jolly nods and she smiles at him.

“Perfect. Now…” She palms his hardened erection through his sweats. “I believe you promised to fuck me dumb. Or are we going to sit here and chat all night?”

Jolly chuckles humorlessly, and cups her face in his hand, rubbing her bottom lip with his thumb.

“Watch it, my flower.” He presses a soft kiss to her lips. “Or I’ll fuck that pretty mouth of yours and leave you to fend for yourself.”

“I-I’m sorry. P-please don’t.” Violet shudders against his lips. Jolly kisses her deeply, licking into her mouth and enjoying the taste of her. He runs his large hands up her thighs and she keens. In one quick motion he grabs both thighs and yanks her down so that she’s lying flat on her back. Violet yelps, clasping a hand over her mouth.

Jolly gets off the bed, walking across the room to search through his drawers. He pulls out a red silk tie and wraps it around his hand as he walks back to the bed. He grabs Violet's hands and wraps the tie around them, raising her arms and securing them to the headboard above her.

He makes sure it’s tight enough to keep her secure but not so tight it’ll cut into her skin and then crawls on top of her.

“I wasn’t planning on tying you up but you decided to get mouthy. Be good for me and I’ll untie you, okay?”

Violet makes a noise in agreement but that doesn’t satisfy him.

“I need your words, baby.”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” He pats her leg, removing her panties and discarding them off to the side. Crossing this boundary with his best friend wasn’t ever in his plans, but Jolly would be lying to himself if he said he hasn’t thought about this moment before. Nothing could have prepared him for what he was seeing though.

Jolly licks his lips, the sight of her wet pussy making his mouth water. He sticks his thumb in his mouth to wet it and presses it gently against her clit, rubbing softly. Violet moans, arching off the bed. She really was touch starved. If the slightest touch gave her that reaction, he couldn’t wait to get his mouth on her.

He applies more pressure and picks up his pace, captivated by the way her pussy clenches around nothing. He lies down between her legs and lays his head on her thigh, placing kisses on her soft skin and watching her writhe under his touch.

As Jolly watches her become wetter by the second, he decides he can’t wait any longer. He replaces his thumb with his tongue and moans into her the second he tastes her. Violet bucks her hips into his mouth and he grabs ahold of them to steady her.

“Need to get you ready for me.” He says, sucking her clit into his mouth. They make eye contact as she looks down at him and he presses a single finger inside of her. Once again, she bucks her hips in response and he places his free arm on top of her waist to hold her down.

Jolly notices how tight she squeezes him and he groans loudly, his cock aching in his pants. He ruts into the bed for some relief. He pumps his finger into her, focusing on the spongy spot inside of her. Once she gives him the okay he inserts a second.

Violet’s breaths pick up and Jolly can tell she’s about to cum. She begs him so beautifully to let her move some so he obliges, letting her grind on his face until she orgasms. Jolly keeps greedily enjoying his meal until she’s begging again, this time it’s for him to stop because she’s so sensitive.

Jolly sits up and wipes his mouth off, licking his fingers clean. Violet watches him as he does this, whimpering softly. She looks down at the bulge in his sweats, noticing the small wet spot that has formed. She licks her lips and pulls at her restraints.

Jolly looks down and smirks, laughing softly.

“You want it, baby?”

“God, yes. Please.” Violet whines and nods quickly.

He stands up off the bed and shoves his sweats and boxers down, his cock springing free. Violet’s eyes go wide as she sees his size, and she licks her lips again. Jolly crawls back onto the bed and in between her legs. He kisses her stomach and up to her chest.

Jolly hooks his arm under her knee and pushes her leg up. He uses his other hand to stroke his cock and places it at her entrance.

“Tell me you want it.” He says, ghosting his lips over hers. “Tell me you want my cock.”

“I want your cock.” Violet mewls chasing after his lips. He pushes the tip in and she gasps, the stretch already overwhelming her.

“Say it again”

“I- mmm… I..” She stumbles over her words. Jolly pulls out of her, and she nearly cries.

“I said, say it again.” He says through gritted teeth.

“Fuck, fuck, I want your cock, please!” She cries out moving her hips to try to push herself onto him. Jolly presses inside of her again, bottoming out. Violet throws her head back and he bites down on her neck.

Jolly doesn’t give her much time to adjust before he begins pounding into her relentlessly. She feels so wet and warm around him that it almost makes him dizzy. He dips his head down, licking and biting on her nipples. He wanted to hear every sound she possibly could make.

“Jolly, I— oh my god..” Violet moans. Tears were beginning to roll down her face, causing her mascara to run. Her hair was a tangled mess and her lipstick was smeared. Jolly admires the complete mess she’s become and the fact that he made her that way pushes him over the edge.

Jolly grabs her by the throat and pushes her back into the mattress. Using his torso, he forces her legs back into her chest further pounding deeper into her. Violet cries out using what little oxygen Jolly was allowing her to have.

“You call me daddy when I’m fucking your cunt like this.” Jolly grunts. The only response she can offer him is a nod. He relaxes his grip on her throat but he keeps her in place.

“Aww, what’s wrong?” Jolly laughs mockingly. “Fucked dumb already?” He says, accentuating each word as he snaps his hips into her.

“Daddy…” Violet writhes beneath him, her hands pulling at her restraints. Jolly raises his eyes and sees her hands twist violently begging to be released.

“Tell me, my flower.” He gently squeezes her neck. “What is it?”

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum.” She whines.

Jolly slides the hand around her throat up to her jaw, gripping it tightly forcing her to look at him. He pounds into her harder, groaning loudly as he feels her clench around him. It’s clear the feeling becomes too intense for her as she attempts to close her eyes and lay her head back but he snaps it back to him.

“Look at me when I’m making you cum. I want to see what I do to you.”

Violet sobs as her orgasm washes over her. Jolly watches in awe as she convulses underneath him. Her gorgeous face twisting in pleasure, breasts bouncing with each thrust. The sound of her calling out for him was like a siren song. Jolly was hooked instantly.

Her body goes limp beneath him as her climax comes to an end. Relaxing the hand around her jaw, he rubs the spot he had been gripping to soothe it. He grazes his teeth against the skin but feels her arm shaking violently next to him.

Jolly unties Violet’s bound wrists from the bed and allows her to relax her arms. She places them around his neck and pushes her hands into his hair. He envelops her face with his hands and wipes the mascara from her eyes and cheeks with his thumbs. Jolly kisses her face softly and she hums.

“Color?”

“Green” Violet laughs, shuddering as the aftershocks of her orgasm continue to hit her. “So fucking green.”

Jolly laughs in response, removing her arms from around his neck. Violet pouts as he pulls out of her. He laughs again and pats her leg gently.

Jolly flips Violet over on her stomach, admiring how her pussy and thighs were still twitching and shaking from her orgasm. His hands roam up the sides of her stomach and her arms. His journey ends at the juncture of her neck and shoulders where he leaves playful bites.

“I’m gonna leave your wrists bound.” He says sucking a spot into her neck. “You’ve been good for me, so I won’t tie you back to the headboard.” He licks the shell of her ear. “If you act up I’ll tie you up so tight the only movement you’ll be making is from me fucking into you.”

He grabs the flesh of her ass, rubbing and kneading. Using two fingers he spreads her slit and slowly pushes into her. He rocks his hips into her slowly, pulling out almost completely and sliding back in.

Violet mewls, pushing back into him desperately. Jolly slaps her ass and tuts at her.

“What did I just say?”

“I need to be good for you, but...” Violet whines, trying desperately to stay still. “I need to feel you. Your cock feels so good inside me, daddy.” Jolly feels her repeatedly clench and release around him. Jolly is grateful that she isn’t facing him as she clenches him so tight his eyes roll back into his head.

Jolly grips the headboard in front of them to steady himself and regain control over the situation. He grabs her hips and pulls her up to him. His large hand tangles in her hair and pushes her face into the mattress.

He grinds into her so deep and slowly it’s enough to drive him insane, but Violet said she wanted to feel him. Jolly was going to make sure she felt every inch of him.

Violet cries and tries to move against him to create more friction but Jolly’s hands hold her in place. He bends over her so that his chest is flush against her back. Jolly ruts into her so hard he can feel her gasps for air underneath him. He nuzzles the side of her face, licking the salt of her tears away.

“Can you feel me now, baby?”

Gasps and choked “oh fucks” are all Jolly hears. He smirks to himself in satisfaction and snakes his hand around her waist. Violet jolts forward as soon as he circles her clit, but with his grip on her hair she doesn’t get far.

“Mmm.” Jolly hums into her ear, his fingers moving faster. “So sensitive. You better cum quick, baby. Daddy doesn’t think he can last much longer.”

Violet mewls, her entire body going rigid. Jolly’s groans echo through the room as she clenches him so tight and he knows she’s close. He continues rutting into her, his fingers matching his pace.

“That’s it. Give it to me, baby. Fuck. I can feel it.”

As her third orgasm hits, she grabs onto the headboard scratching and clawing at the wood. Jolly snaps his hips into her, finally giving them both the friction they so desperately needed. Suddenly, she wails and arches into him, drenching his cock and the bed as she cums.

“Jävlar!” Jolly exclaims, looking down at his thighs that were now coated. “Så vått!" He pulls out to hunch over behind her, licking up her slit and collecting the juices. Violet shakes violently as he cleans her up and he grips both of her thighs tight to keep her steady.

Jolly devours her pussy like a man starved. “You taste even better when you’ve cum, Käraste.” He moans into her. He dives his tongue as deep into her as he can, trying to collect every drop. Violet pushes back into his face and seizes again, another orgasm hitting her.

Jolly grabs her by the hips and pulls her to him, pressing inside her again. She moans softly and he runs his hand along her back. He slowly pumps inside her and she whines, wriggling in his grasp.

“Shh, baby, I know you’re sore.” He coos. He reaches up and unties her wrists. She instantly reaches behind her and threads her fingers through his hair, pulling him down to kiss him hard.

“Hmm.. What’s your color?” Jolly asks between kisses.

“G-green.” She stammers, out of breath.

“Good girl.” Jolly looks down and watches as she takes him. “You’ve been so good to me. Letting me use you like this.” He grabs her waist, drawing her back into him harder. “Your sweet pussy takes me so well.”

Violet whimpers at his praise, using the strength she has left in her legs to fuck herself onto him. Jolly was so mesmerized by the way her body moved against his, he didn’t even care about control anymore. He throws his head back and lets her take over. It doesn’t take long before his stomach tightens and the familiar pressure starts to build.

“Fuck, Vi…Where do you want me?”

“I-I.. mmm...” She responds. “Want to taste you.”

As soon as the words hit Jolly’s ears, his skin buzzes and what little amount of composure he has left in him dissipates. Her responding whine as he pulls out of her nearly ruins her request. Jolly pulls her up by her hair and turns her around to face him.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me, Käraste.” Jolly places his cock on her open lips. “Good girls get what they want.”

Violet opens her mouth completely and sticks out her tongue. He rubs the tip of his cock on it, smearing the pre-cum leaking out. Jolly grabs the back of her head and holds onto her jaw as he slowly fucks her mouth.

From above, he observes her— her mouth full of his cock and her bright eyes staring back at him. He thrusts deeper into her throat and she gags a little, spit pooling at the corners of her mouth and dribbling down her chin.

Violet hollows her cheeks and his knees buckle. He feels her swallow around him and he throws his head back fucking her mouth faster.

“Your pussy is divine but your mouth… god… your mouth was made for my cock.” He grunts loudly. She moans around him, gripping onto his thighs for purchase.

Jolly cums with a shout, spilling his semen down her throat. Violet keeps him in her mouth until he’s bent over her shuddering. Eventually, Jolly pulls her off of him, joking about how she’s trying to kill him.

Violet lies back on the bed catching her breath. Jolly kisses her forehead, rubbing the insides of her thighs and she smiles up at him.

“I’m going to run a bath. I’ll be right back to come get you, okay?”

When Jolly comes back a few minutes later, Violet is already asleep snoozing on his pillow. He smiles and chuckles softly, sliding his hands underneath her to pick her up. She startles slightly but he soothes her.

“C’mon, my flower. Time to get cleaned up.”

Jolly sits her in the bathtub gently, stepping in behind her and situating her between his legs. Violet lays against his chest and he wraps his arms around her. She turns slightly in his embrace and nuzzles into his neck. He can still feel her trembling a little.

He hums softly as he grabs her legs, pulling her into his lap so he can have better access to them. Violet melts into him when he massages her sore muscles and he hopes that she can’t feel his heart beating out of his chest. As much as he loved watching her come undone underneath him, seeing her so peaceful with him meant even more.

They lay together for a while, enjoying the warmth of the water and each other’s skin. There isn’t much conversation, just the sound of Jolly’s humming. Anytime he stops for more than five seconds she nuzzles further into his neck, which he took as a hint to keep going.

Jolly eventually, much to Violet’s protests, adjusts her so he can wash her body. Her demeanor changes when she finds out that back scrubs also come with soft kisses to her shoulders. During his task, Jolly finds out she’s ticklish on her sides and takes full advantage, resulting in fits of giggles and a soaked floor.

After he washes and conditions her hair, he has to threaten to tickle her again to get her to let him rinse her off. After they’re done, he drains the tub and helps her out, wrapping her in a towel and sitting her on the bathroom counter.

Jolly dries himself off and steps out of the bathroom, returning a few minutes later in just a pair of fresh sweatpants. In his hand, he had one of his shirts and another pair of sweatpants, sitting them next to Violet on the counter top.

He helps her off the counter and into his clothes, realizing that he could have skipped the pants altogether once he saw her swimming in his t-shirt. She looked so adorable it made his chest ache.

Violet sits in his lap on the bed as he combs the tangles out of hair. Jolly watches her in the mirror facing them. Her eyes are closed and she looks more content than Jolly has ever seen her. She opens her eyes quicker than Jolly can look away and she catches him staring. A wide smile spreads across her face.

“Do you spoil everyone like this after sex?” She asks, leaning back against him.

Jolly was always adamant about aftercare. To him, it wasn’t an option, it was a requirement. He always makes it special for each partner depending on their needs.

Has he gone to the lengths he went to tonight for her though? Absolutely not.

Jolly feels himself panic briefly, not sure how to respond. He doesn’t want to lie to her, but he doesn’t want to freak her out. He isn’t sure what he is feeling, but they’re not the same feelings he had when she walked in his door earlier.

He stares down at her, her bright eyes once again making him crumble. He cups her face and kisses her gently.

“Just you, my flower.”

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artificialbreezy · 25 days

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What are your thoughts on face sitting? 👀

oh baby i have THOUGHTS and im not sure who you care to hear about so you get them AAALLLL (Matt included 👀)

NSFW under the cut ◡̈

Noah is a munch right? we know this. but i definitely feel like he reserves face sitting for when he’s feeling desperate. for when he’s been away for months and all he can think about is your pussy and drowning in it, and what better way than to be under you? hands roaming up to grip your boobs, scratching down your stomach just to reach your hips and pinch at them a little to trigger you to really ride his tongue. he just wants to make you feel good. he just wants you to be a babbling mess. he doesn’t care if that ends with him creaming his pants either.

Nicholas i feel like will do it if you want too. it’s not his go to way of eating you out. Nicholas really likes having his way with you and that’s just not the ideal way to do it. but if that’s what you REALLY want to do, he’s not ever gonna say no. He’s still gonna have his way. He’ll get you real close to the edge a couple times, just too stop all actions and look up at you. “what bunny? i’m just doing what you asked.” all smug and when you just whine, he’d nip at your clit just to get your attention. then MAYBE he’d let you cum.

Jolly is a hit or miss guy when it comes to eating you out in general I feel like. so if he gets in a mood where he just has to taste you. he’ll pull you into any nearest room, lift your skirt up (or pull your pants down) and immediately attack your cunt like it’s the last thing he’ll ever taste. he doesn’t care how you’re set up, where you are. he’ll just do it. Now, he’d 100% anytime he could get your head hanging off the bed just so he can shove his cock down your throat. but that’s a thought for another time.

Folio will straight up do whatever you want. he aims to please you. no matter what you want. and if it ends up with you soaking his face? he is SOLD. but bare in mind, just because he’ll do what you want doesn’t mean it’s that simple. Folio’s a tease. he’ll kitten lick your clit until you’re crying for him to do more. and he loves when you cry for him, just pushes him more into it. he’d definitely be the one to overstimulate you to the point of no return too. when i said if you soaks his face, that’s his end goal. he wants to feel you for the next week.

Matt CRAVES your pussy. so one day when you very shyly bring up to the man that you wanna sit on his face, he’s laying down on his couch before your sentence is over. “Cmon pretty baby, your throne is waiting.” he’d be super gentle and soft with you at first too. hands on your thighs, squeezing every once in a while. but when he starts to pick up pace and your moans start getting louder that’s all it takes for him to get desperate. you’re riding his tongue, occasionally leaning forward enough to rub over his strained cock which truly just causes Matt to moan into your pussy like a whore when he does finally cum in his pants. he’s really just happy he got to taste you, he’s not even the slightest bit embarrassed either. because to him? you’re a Goddess.

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the-way-of-words · 1 month

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Mouthful

Nicholas Ruffilo x Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Noah Sebastian

Content warnings: oral sex (m receiving), hand jobs, come swallowing, (slight) come play

Contains sexual situations between fictionalized versions of real people. This isn't real, none of this happened. But feel free to hit the back button if this isn't your thing.

<Summary> Noah teaches Jolly how to suck a dick.

thanks to @rottingfern for giving this a look through and catching my mistakes.

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The hands in Jolly’s hair are gentle, as is the voice coaxing him on as he closes his mouth over the head of Nicholas’s cock.

“There we go.” Noah praises in his ear just as Nicholas groans. “That's it. Just focus on the head a little, run your tongue right under his tip…” He does as Noah says, slipping his tongue across the ridge along the bottom of Nick’s cockhead. Nick’s breath catches and his hips shift as Noah chuckles darkly beside him, “Yeah, see, he likes that.”

“Shit,” Nick gasps, and the word goes straight to his groin. His fingers flex in Jolly’s hair for a second before he lets go, sliding backwards through the strands in apology.

Noah’s chest is warm against his back as he moves closer with a hum. “Good, good,” he coos, “do you want to try taking a little more?”

Jolly nods as well as he’s able to, relaxing his jaw a little when Noah tells him to as he glides his mouth farther down Nicholas’s shaft. He can feel Noah’s burning gaze as he tries to meet his lips with the hand he has curled about the base of Nick’s cock. His eyes water, but he keeps going, trying to fit as much as he can until it becomes too much and he coughs, dropping Nick from his mouth as he pulls back spluttering.

“Hey, you good?” Noah’s hand is warm, comforting, on his back and Jolly nods as he catches his breath. “Nick likes the back of the throat, but let’s warm up to that okay? We’ll get you there, promise.”

This is a newer side of Noah that Jolly’s never had directed at him before. This gentle, soft side of Noah that’s usually reserved for Nick alone. His chest feels heavy, as something he’s not ready to think about settles warm in his bones and adds to the arousal pooling in his gut.

Jolly clears his throat, hoping his face isn’t as flushed as it feels, gesturing back to Nicholas. “Can I?”

Noah’s beaming smile is blinding. “You don't have to ask if you want to keep going,” he says with a shrug, “because I'm sure that's exactly what Nick wants.”

The man in question’s hands dig into his own thighs, eyes pleading as he whispers, “Please.”

Those same hands cling to him desperately as Jolly takes him into his mouth again, and it’s not as intimidating this time, now that he kind of knows what to do. He tries to think about how he likes it; letting his hand follow his mouth to jerk Nicholas as his head bobs up and down.

Pride swells in his chest when Nick’s hips kick up minutely followed by Noah’s sultry laugh.

“You’re a fast learner aren’t you?” His friend asks, and Jolly can’t do anything but blush because even if he knew how to respond, he really doesn’t want to let Nick out of his mouth long enough to do so. So he nods instead, letting himself get lost in the way Nicholas’s breath catches when he moves his tongue around his shaft every time he pulls back, trying to take more with every pass.

He understands now why Noah is so willing to get on his knees for him. Why he eagerly pulls Nicholas away whenever they have the time, just to get his mouth around him, because even though his jaw is starting to ache and he can feel the tears leaking from his eyes, he realizes he doesn’t want to be anywhere else.

“You’re doing such a good job,” Noah croons, wiping away a stray tear from the corner of his eye, “he’s a lot to take, I know, but you’re doing so good. Isn’t he, Nick?”

“I -” Nicholas grunts, mumbling a mess of words so jumbled together, Jolly can’t even begin to decipher.

“Mmm look at that.” Noah murmurs, “You’re doing such a good job, he can’t even speak.” The flush on his face grows, spreading to his neck, and farther down to his chest when he feels Noah’s long fingers slither down to his lap. They slip under the waistband of his sweatpants, searching until they find the gap in his boxer briefs and he groans when the soft skin of Noah’s palm runs over the sensitive head of his cock.

It’s almost too much.

He pauses, keeping his hand tight around Nick’s shaft when he pulls his mouth off, slowly jerking him as he tries to get himself under control. But Noah doesn’t make it easy. He hooks his chin over Jolly’s shoulder as he pulls his cock free from his sweats. The kiss of cool air against him makes him hiss, eyes slipping closed as his head falls back to rest against Noah’s shoulder.

“He’s close, you know,” Noah whispers into the shell of his ear. “It won’t take much at all to get him there.” Even through his lust-addled brain, Jolly knows what Noah’s implying, and he finds himself nodding along in agreement. “You finish him off, and I’ll finish you off, how does that sound? Good?”

The hand stroking him disappears, but not before a thumb swipes across his tip, and he opens his eyes just in time to see Noah’s tongue sweep across the pad. His own dick kicks, aching at the sight, and Jolly’s pretty sure his swallow is audible before he turns his attention back to Nicholas.

Strangled whimpers and bitten off curses fall from his mouth as Jolly massages his shaft with the flat of his tongue, hollowing his cheeks. A hand settles on the back of his head, fingers weaving through his hair, finding purchase and tugging enough to guide his eyes upward.

“This is always my favorite part.” Noah says, “He’s always so pretty when he cums, I’d hate for you to miss it.”

When Nick’s half-lidded gaze meets his, Jolly can’t help but think how right Noah is. Especially when the man’s eyes roll skyward, a choked cry falling from his lips, eyes rolling skyward as his release floods into Jolly’s mouth.

Jolly thinks back to all the girls he’s been with, how most of them have swallowed him down with ease, and he tries. Tries to emulate them and swallow what Nick’s giving him, but he can’t. Not all of it, anyway. Nicholas slips from his mouth, still twitching, pearlescent beads gathering at his slit and as he thinks about going back to finish the job, Noah’s there, leaning forward to wrap his own lips around Nick.

Jolly’s stuck, unable to do anything but watch as Noah licks and sucks everything he left behind, groaning as if Nick is the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. It’s mesmerizing, so much so that he’s taken by surprise when Noah turns back to him and crashes their mouths together.

Noah’s tongue sweeps into his mouth, bringing with it the salty tang of Nicholas’s release. He pulls away, briefly, to spit in his palm, before closing his hand around Jolly’s aching cock, jerking him with quick, harsh strokes. Jolly’s fairly certain it’s the roughest anyone has ever been with him and every pull of Noah’s hand drives him closer to the edge.

“I’m… I’m gonna--”

Noah’s forehead presses against his temple, breath fanning across his face. “Yeah?” Jolly nods, face screwing up, moaning as his gaze slips down to where Noah’s working his cock. “C’mon man,” Noah coaxes, “let me have it.”

He does as he’s asked, closing his eyes against the tide as his orgasm rips through his body and he ruts into Noah’s fist, chasing every bit of ecstasy until he has nothing left. Spots dance across his vision and his ears ring, his spent cock twitching in a valiant attempt to harden again as he watches Noah fingers disappear into his mouth one by one, until they're clean. The look on the other man's face is fond as he tucks Jolly back into his sweatpants before kissing him softly.

The tender touch makes Jolly's insides warm, as does the hand that settles on his shoulder.

“Now that was almost as hot as getting my dick sucked.” Nick interrupts, pulling his attention from Noah with a soft hold on his chin.

For the first time of the night, self doubt creeps in and he has to ask. “It, uh, it was okay, right?”

“Dude, are you joking?” Nick asks with a laugh, quirking his eyebrow. “That was amazing… and I wouldn’t say no if you ever wanted to try again. In fact, I don’t think Noah would either.”

“But for now,” Nick slips to his knees, fisting a hand in Noah’s shirt to pull him in for a quick dirty kiss and Jolly wonders if Nick can taste him in Noah’s mouth. “Mmm,” he hums when they part, licking his lips, looking over his shoulder at Jolly as he pushes Noah to his back. “You’re more than welcome to watch how I do it.”

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deathblacksmoke · 3 days

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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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collapsedglasshouses · 26 days

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FIC RECOMMENDATIONS

Hello! I've decided to update my recommendation list and give it a bit more structure, this is why I'm making a new list and try to keep it updated as often as possible. (The old list will still be available don’t worry)

To my fellow fanfic creators, I can't even put into words how much I appreciate you all. You're all so good at what you are doing. Thank you for sharing your masterpieces with us! ♡

Please read the content warnings for each piece of fiction! Most of them are NSFW so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

LAST UPDATED APRIL 3 2024

BAD OMENS:

Noah Sebastian x OC/Reader:

✫ JUST PRETEND by @thefallennightmare & @thescarlettvvitch

✫ ENTOMBED by @thescarlettvvitch

✫ MERCY by @thefallennightmare

✫ I TOOK YOUR KEYS, IT WAS ME by @badnoahmens

✫ SWEEP ME OF MY FEET by @badnoahmens

✫ PULLED FROM THE GREY by @crimson-calligraphyx

✫ SWEETENED BREATH, TONGUE SO MEAN by @rottingfern

✫ SCREAM by @foliosriot

✫ THE ROTTEN AND UGLY by @foliosriot

✫ THE INEVITABILITY OF LOVE AT SECOND SIGHT by @veronicaphoenix

Nicholas Ruffilo x OC/Reader:

✫ SAFETY NET by @measuredingold

✫ DISGUISED IN YOUR SHEETS by @deathblacksmoke

✫ DELICATE BEGINNING RUSH by @concreteburialplot

Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x OC/Reader:

✫ LITTLE ONE by @cowpokeomens

✫ ABSOLUTION by @cowpokeomens

✫ SCAR by @ladyveronikawrites

✫ LIKE BRANCHES IN A FLOOD by @the-way-of-words

Nick Folio x OC/Reader:

✫ CLUTCH by @kingdomof-omens

✫ LIMONCELLO by @sinkingteethinwhitenoise

✫ HARDER by @sorrowsofsilence

✫ THE CRAZIER I CAME by @deathblacksmoke

Matt Dierkes x OC/Reader:

✫ FOR YOU? NEVER by @thefallennightmare

✫ JUST FOR TONIGHT by @withcrossesandframes

✫ MATT DIERKES FRIENDS TO LOVER REQUEST by @thcfountain [Matt Dierkes x ace afab!Reader]

Other Pairings:

✫ LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE by @ladyveronikawrites

✫ CALL ME WHEN YOU GET THE CHANCE [Noah Sebastian x Nick Ruffilo x fem!Reader] by @deathblacksmoke

✫ DOMINATE THE GAME [Coach Davis!Noah Sebastian x female reader x Coach Cerulli!Chris Motionless] by @ladyveronikawrites & @nerdraging4point0

Love Triangle:

✫ VIRALITY [Nicholas Ruffilo x fem!OC & Noah Sebastian x fem!OC] by @concreteburialplot

MOTIONLESS IN WHITE:

Vinny Mauro x OC/Reader:

✫ SURPRISE by @ravieisunhinged

✫ BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE by @beaker1636

✫ SWEET BOY by @circle-with-me

Ricky Olson x OC/Reader:

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Chris Motionless x OC/Reader:

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Other Pairings:

✫ EVERY ROSE HAS ITS THRONS by @cookiesupplier [Ricky Olson x OFC x Chris Motionless]

dividers by @saradika-graphics

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malice-ov-mercy · 1 month

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Maskros

Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x OFC (Mariah)

Content Warnings: art student au, 18+!, female nudity, implied past toxic relationship,

A/N: The pic that inspired this. And in typical me fashion, my original idea got abandoned. Can’t promise there will be a second part, but I still have some ideas floating about.

Word count: 2k

Tag list: @circle-with-me @xxrainstorm @foliosriot @sammyjoeee @cookiesupplier @concretenoah @witchyweeb34 @an-insane-day @lyschko666 @calisto-thoughts @agravemisstake @shroomfairy24 @cncohshit @dominuslunae @th4t-em0-k1d

If you would like to be added, please let me know for who! If you tell me everyone/everything, just know that includes anything I may write for Bad Omens AND/OR Lorna Shore!

Jolly Masterlist

Still as could be, Mariah sat under Jolly’s scrutinizing, concentrated stare. He studied every little detail of her figure, roaming over every imperfection and dip. Meticulous scribbling filled the space between them. Every so often, she flashed a quick, closed lip smile at him, trying to ease the nervous tension in her body. Each time he returned the gesture, her stomach flipped.

Jolly seemed completely oblivious and unfazed to Mariah’s nudity—which truthfully she was grateful for. She’d never modeled nude before, not even sent one. He was so kind and graceful, reassuring her that she was safe, and they could stop at any time. Jolly told her he’d just as happily sketch her fully clothed; it made no difference to him. He wanted nothing more than for her to feel comfortable.

He stopped his sketching, his brows furrowing as he stared intently at the page in front of him. Mariah watched curiously, hoping to commit his focused expression to memory. Squinted eyes looked at hers.

“Is something wrong?” Mariah asked, suddenly feeling self conscious.

Jolly rubbed his jaw, charcoal smudges being left behind by his fingers.

“I’m having trouble getting your tattoo,” he stated, eyes drifting to the dandelions between her breasts. “Could I get closer?”

Mariah offered a small smile and nodded. Jolly gathered his sketch pad and charcoal in his arm, and dragged the stool closer. She sucked in a short breath.

He now sat a little more than a foot away, close enough that she could smell the woodsy freshness of his cologne. It was like he collected the aroma from the forest itself. A subtle floral note tickled her nose as Jolly tied his hair back. His brown hazel eyes landed on her with a smile. Mariah’s heart pounded against her ribs. She wondered if he could hear it.

“Thank you, maskros,” Jolly said, busying himself once more with the drawing, “I promise to be quick.”

She tried not to think about how long his eyes lingered on her chest and how little he glanced at his sketch or how warm his concentrated stare made her skin.

Mariah snuck a glance at his work, only to find herself distracted by the practiced and skilled movements of Jolly’s fingers. Each tiny twitch, every minuscule adjustment he made was deliberate—even the way he held onto his sketch pad served an important purpose. If he noticed her own intense gaze, he hid it well.

Jolly shifted uncomfortably. He crossed his leg, accidentally kicking Mariah in the process. She jolted at the abrupt contact. Panicked, he reached for her, his hand gently squeezing the space above her knee. His touch sent a wave of warmth up her thigh that spread through her, setting somewhere deep in her chest.

“Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Jolly unconsciously squeezed her knee again.

Her eyes landed on his hand, the softly calloused skin making her mind run wild. Heat spread across her face as images of him exploring her body flooded her head. She wondered how his lips would feel on hers, how ticklish his facial hair would be on her neck. Would he litter her skin in marks or leave her unblemished?

Jolly’s gaze followed Mariah’s. The realization he was touching dawned on him suddenly.

“Ah, sorry!” He apologized and pulled his hand away. Charcoal fingerprints were left behind. Jolly reached to hastily brush away the smudges but stopped, blabbering more apologies for touching her.

His obvious concern and panic of his actions made Mariah giggle. Jolly looked at her like a deer in headlights, then eased into an embarrassed laugh.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to kick or… touch.”

Mariah smiled sweetly. “It’s fine, honest.”

Jolly matched her expression. Silence filled the space between them. Mariah rubbed the marks on her knee, letting her mind wander again but less freely. Absent-mindedly, Jolly fiddled with the edge of his sketch pad, using it to wipe away the mess on his fingers. An ache formed in Mariah’s shoulders that slowly crept through the rest of her body.

“Do you mind if we take a break?” She spoke quietly.

“Of course.”

Quickly, Jolly stood and neatly placed his supplies on his stool. He stepped around her with a small smile, reaching for his wine red sateen robe draped on the back of his desk chair. The warmth Mariah felt earlier returned when their fingertips brushed. Jolly averted his eyes as she shrugged on and secured the robe. It swallowed her whole. There was room for an entire other person inside.

“I think this might be a little big.” Mariah held out her arms and chuckled.

Jolly gave her a once over, a lopsided smile on his face.

“You’re welcome to put your clothes back on,” he gestured to her neatly folded clothes on his desk.

“I’ll be fine in this, thank you.”

His smile softened.

“As long as you’re comfortable.”

Mariah beamed. “I am, I promise. You’ve made me feel very safe.”

She swore she saw a tinge of pink on his cheeks.

“Good, good.” Jolly glanced around his studio, searching for something to focus his attention on other than his heart hammering against his ribs and the beauty in red stealing his breath.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off her long. The rich, green hazel staring back captivated him. Rings of gold haloed around Mariah’s pupils, so bountiful and pure, royals alike would start wars just for the promise to gaze upon it. He dared not tell her how exceptional she looked in his robe, like a goddess straight from mythology. The deep red complimented her eyes and warm complexion in ways he only read about. He was a man of desires and needs, but her comfort came before that. Jolly prided himself on his composure, but damned he be in her presence.

The fullness of her plump lips, the immaculate way her dandelion tattoo accentuated her perky yet small breasts, her lone freckle just below her left breast. God, what he would give to feel her skin under his lips, see her writhing and gasping his name as if she was praying.

“Jolly?” Her raspy yet angelic voice interrupted his thoughts.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” He broke from his salacious delving daydreams.

He found himself momentarily blinded by her bright smile.

“I asked if you have anything to eat. I’m a little hungry.”

Jolly picked at the assortment of fruits in his bowl. All he could focus on was the way Mariah’s lips curved around the strawberries. She swiped her thumb over her bottom lip, collecting the lingering juice and honey before mindlessly licking it away. Silently, he chastised himself for the way his body reacted.

“These are some of the best strawberries I’ve ever had.” Mariah said, her eyes fluttering shut as she tossed the rest of the berry in her mouth.

“They’re from a local market.” Jolly popped a few blueberries. “All the fruit is.”

She hummed. “That would explain why I like the blueberries. I’m always disappointed in the store bought.”

Jolly watched her trace a finger around the rim of her bowl. He kept his eyes glued to her hand as she plucked a blackberry and brought it to her mouth. The tip of her tongue poked between her lips, lightly licking at the honey before biting. Dark red lined her inner lips and trickled down her chin.

Mariah hastily covered her mouth, embarrassed by her mess. Jolly hurried to reach for a napkin and stepped beside her. Without hesitation, he pulled her hand away and softly grabbed her jaw. He tilted her head back, gently wiping away the juice from her chin and lips. Delicate pink brushed her cheeks.

Once more, Jolly found himself lost deep in her eyes, willingly letting himself fall under her spell.

“Jolly?” She whispered.

Jolly tilted her head down then back again, studying the way the green and gold in her eyes shifted in the lighting.

“Your eyes are gorgeous.”

Mariah’s blush deepened. “Thank you. Yours are pretty too.”

He hadn’t realized how close their faces became until the soft, sweet scent of fruit and honey filled his nostrils. The sudden urge to kiss her almost overwhelmed him, but he restrained. Her eyes danced between his while he hoped the quick flick to her lips wasn’t obvious.

“You can kiss me.”

The words froze Jolly in place. He looked back to Mariah’s eyes just as hers fell to his lips.

“Are you sure?” He pulled away from her, but only enough so he could fully look at her face.

Unwavering certainty saturated her gaze.

“Yes,” she said with a confident nod. “Kiss me.”

It sounded more like a demand than request. Either way, Jolly was happy to oblige.

He grasped Mariah’s chin with his thumb and index finger. Her eyes fluttered shut, waiting expectantly. The thudding of his heart deafened his ears. It kicked into overdrive as he leaned down, the erratic rhythm pumping through his blood.

Pillowy, plush softness greeted his lips. A gentle, lingering peck is all Jolly offered despite the burning desire to devour her. Radiant hazel peered at him through long lashes. He tugged at her bottom lip with his thumb, prompting Mariah to keep them parted.

“Kiss me again,” the quiet, sultry sound of her command stoked the steady growing heat in his loins.

Soft and slow, he slotted their lips together. Divine sugary sweetness filled his mouth. They ate the same fruits, but the taste was far better on her tongue. Jolly trailed his hand to the side of Mariah’s neck, delicately stroking his thumb along her jaw and settling it to the rapid pace of her pulse. He was glad to know he had a similar effect on her—though he hoped her palms were less sweaty. His other hand found her waist and he pulled her a smidge closer, the cool sateen a welcomed contrast against his skin.

Mariah easily followed Jolly’s lead. Much like him, she savored the berries and honey on his breath, delectable and delicious. She didn’t expect his kiss to be so gentle and calm with the heated intensity of his stare. An overwhelming blend of emotions flowed through her, making her mind race and head spin. She latched onto his hips, desperate to keep herself grounded.

The material of Jolly’s shirt was softer than she expected. Mindlessly, Mariah ran her hands from the hem up to his chest and down again. Jolly took it as an invitation to slip his hand higher and trail his kisses along her jaw then under, until he reached the base of her neck. She gripped his sides harsher than intended with a loud gasp.

“Jolly—“ Her breathless call of his name went straight through him.

He pressed more into her space, seeking more, only to be weakly pushed back.

Heavy panting filled the air between them. Jolly feared he crossed a line and took a large step back, allowing Mariah the space she needed. Her eyes were closed as she collected her thoughts and breaths.

“I’m sorry.” Mariah said after a long moment of silence. He could sense she felt guilty.

“Don’t apologize,” Jolly started to reach for one of her hands but hesitated. “I… feel I’m the one who owes an apology.”

“No, no. You’re fine,” Mariah took it upon herself to grab Jolly’s hand and laced their fingers together, giving them a reassuring squeeze. “I just… it’s been… a while and my last experience wasn’t the most pleasant.

“The guy was a real asshole about it,” she continued. “He was more worried about himself and focused mostly on him. He blamed me for not being able to get off because it couldn’t possibly be his fault.”

Jolly listened intently. He noticed water welling in her eyes and quickly reached for the berry stained napkin. Mariah sheepishly accepted the gesture, dabbing away the wetness before it could trickle down her cheeks.

“I didn’t mean to unload all of that on you.” Mariah laughed, slightly embarrassed. “Not very cool of me.”

He offered a sympathetic smile. “I still think you’re pretty cool.”

The sound of her laugh made his smile grow wider. Jolly wanted to kiss her again, but instead he carefully wrapped her in a snug, comforting embrace. She clung tightly to him, grateful for his reassurance.

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You know.... I started thinking.... If the guys of Bad Omens ever found out the shit we write about them in our fan-fic universe, they'd probably keel over and die, poor things. OMG.... just the thought of them reading some of it... Please don't.... for the sake of your health .... 🤣🤣🤣🤣

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Only Yours

One Shot | Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x Female Reader

Warnings : Fluff, Smut, masturbation (female receiving), unprotected sex p in v (MDNI)

A/N : Alright, this one isn't really a request, but I wanted to write something for my dear friend @valiantroeagleangel about her favourite Swedish guitarist. I felt inspired by a poll she did about the BO members and by some screenshot of Jolly's Twitter account. So for my Jolly girlies out here, this one is for you ! I hope I honored him. Also, I wanted to balance as much as I could the fluffiness and some smut. I hope you'll enjoy it ! :D As usual let me know if I forgot to mention anything in my tags/warnings.

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You let out an exhausted sigh as you left your working place. You were glad the day was finally over. You rushed out to your car, driving your way back home and enjoying your weekend. Perhaps you and Jolly will call tonight ? You were hoping so.

Once you’ve arrived at your front door, unlocking it with your keys and locking it behind you, you noticed the lights were on. You didn’t remember leaving them on though. As you were wondering if there was an intruder at your place, you heard a soft tune being played on your speaker. You recognized it. It was Wonderwall by Oasis. And it could mean only one thing.

As you got rid of your high heels and coat, you went directly to the living room. That’s when you saw him. Joakim. Your Jolly. He was sitting on the couch, a glass of wine in his hand. When he saw how astonished you were, he smiled so charmingly at you.

“Hey, love.” He spoke so softly.

“Hi… Joakim. What are you doing here ? I thought you were still on tour. You didn’t tell me… I mean.. I didn’t expect you to be home already !..” You let out still confusion in your voice but happy to see him here.

“Well first of all, I live here too, with my beautiful girlfriend. Second of all, if I had told you that I was coming back home, it would’ve ruined the surprise. I wanted to change our habit of you picking me up at the airport everytime, by coming directly here. And looks like the surprise worked.” He smiled.

He poured some wine in a second glass before standing up and heading towards you. You looked at him in awe, realizing he was really in front of you.

“Welcome back, love.” He said, lending the glass to you.

You took it, almost like an automatic move as you dropped your stuff on the floor. Still without a word, you hugged him, your free arm in his back, pulling him close to you. You hugged him so tightly, and he did too, both of you making sure that neither of you would spill the wine on each other.

“I’m so glad you’re back.” You muffled against him, feeling so emotional as tears rose up to your eyes “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too, love” He responded, leaving soft kisses on your head.

As you were breaking away from his embrace, trying to wipe your tears, he anticipated it, brushing his thumb on your cheek. He kept looking at you so lovingly.

“Here let me take care of you, darling” He said, leaning a bit to kiss your forehead “Let’s have a drink on the couch. You can tell me how work was.”

“I would love to.” You nodded with a small smile.

Jolly held your hand like a gentleman, leading you to sit close to him. Then you toasted your reunion before you told him how exhausting your work was. You told him everything, every detail as he was actively listening to you, playing with your hair. It always felt like this when you were seeing each other. Joakim was your confidant and he loved listening to you, telling some funny story about your day or even bitching about some of your colleagues that were getting on your nerves. He loved seeing how expressive you were each time. And the drinking was also doing its effect as you were saying things more frankly than before.

“...But anyway, Betty is so annoying and she keeps giving her work to the young interns and finding excuses when the work isn’t done. I swear if I catch her again, I will not be nice.” You said while taking another sip.

“I can imagine, love. She looks like a pain in the ass…” He stopped you gently in your drinking seeing how quickly you were finishing your glass “Hey.. easy now. We don’t want you to get drunk before me. How about eating first ?” He suggested.

You stopped yourself, realizing how tipsy you were already. It’s been a while since you’ve drunk some wine with him. You felt your cheeks getting warmed because of the alcohol and the embarrassment of being drunk. You put your glass on the coffee table, getting a break in the drinking.

“You’re right. I’ll go check what we have in the fridge.” You said while standing up with Jolly helping you, his large hand on your lower back.

“Good idea. And while you’re at it, can you make me a sandwich, please ?” He teased.

You shifted on your heels, looking straight at him with jaded eyes, not sure if you heard him correctly. If he wanted to play this kind of game, well you could too.

“You have hands, right ?” You questioned.

“Yeah ? What about it ?”

“Then, you can do it yourself.” You concluded firmly.

“Please, baby ?” He faked a whine, trying to do a cocker face.

“Fuck no.” You answered, not falling for his trick.

Jolly laughed at your harsh answer, which he expected. He knew too well you wouldn’t do it after such a tiring day. So he stood up, joining you in the kitchen area as he hugged you from behind, his arms around your waist.

“I know, love. I was just teasing you” He chuckled, kissing your temple and your red cheek.

“Hmm.. Hmm..” You hummed, well aware of it. “I missed your sense of humor too, my sweet gingerbread Swedish man.”

He rolled his eyes, in a faked exasperation.

“Oh no, not this nickname again.”

“My sweet gingerbread Swedish man !” You repeated joyfully as you turned in his embrace to face him.

“Only yours.” He mused close to your face, snuggling gently his nose against yours.

You giggled at his tender move.Then, you cupped his face, caressing his cheeks. While you kept stroking his beard, Jolly closed his eyes appreciating your touch. As if you were seeing him for the first time. After all, it’s been so long you haven’t seen each other.. You had to find your marks again. You looked at him, analyzing every feature on his face, caressing his nose with your fingertips. Once you reached his lips with your digits, he opened his eyes.

“Hold on a second, love.” He whispered, leaning close to you, while reaching for something he saw behind you, on the kitchen counter.

You hold him close, feeling his tall and warm body against yours, inhaling his scent. He straightened himself back, holding a piece of gingerbread in his fingers.

“ I didn’t know you had some left.” He noticed.

“Well… I make sure to always have some at home. It makes me think of you when you’re not here.” You said sheepishly, your face getting flushed.

He smiled at you, stucking the gingerbread piece between his teeth, before leaning on you to feed you. You took it in your mouth, eating it until you went to kiss Jolly’s lips. Several times. He didn’t expect you to be so feral already as he chuckled, breaking away the kiss.

“We had to eat something, remember ?” He joked.

“Yeah, but you just did.” You flirted, feeling horny. “ And I’m wondering if eating your lips counts as a meal too ?”

“Well, I’m sure we can make this work.” He said, grabbing your hips more tightly.

You kissed him more ravenously this time, holding his face in your hands. He pulled you so close to him, making your bodies into one. Both of you were deepening the kiss, tongues and teeth fighting for dominance. You wanted to devour him, tasting the gingerbread in his mouth. A flavor you linked to him.

You felt your arousal growing even more, making your insides shiver, as you were losing your grip on his face, letting your hands slide on his torso. You suddenly bite his bottom lip, making him moan before he put his thigh between your legs. Feeling it on your groin made you whimper, the abrupt hardness of his thigh making your pussy melt. From there, you could tell you were already wet as your hips started to move on their own, rocking on Jolly’s leg. You needed some friction to relax your aching clit.

Jolly grinned under your kisses, feeling your mind getting away. He left your lips to slide to your neck, kissing it and biting it furiously. You moved your head to the side, leaving him more access as you let out more breathless moans.

“Jolly..” You whined.

Without a word, he understood what you needed. One of his hands left your hips, moving dangerously to your covered fold to stroke it. However, it wasn’t enough.

“Your fingers..Inside. Please.” You begged, trying to catch your breath.

He did as you said, his large hand going straight into your pants, then to your panties. You felt his cold fingers touching your pussy, melting with your wetness. You exhaled in pleasure, feeling your mind going blank when he started to draw small circles on your clit.

Your lewd voice was echoing in your whole apartment, making Jolly grinned as he continued to kiss you, his hand still in your panties. Yet he wanted to hear you more, your moans were like music to his ears. And so he put one of his fingers inside you, while rubbing your clit. Your next whine was so high pitched, you even surprised yourself to make such a sound. You couldn’t help it as you were melting under his touch, your orgasm getting close, while your nails were digging on his arms.

“Jolly ! I think I’m gonna–”

“Not yet, love. Let me come with you.”

With a desperate need, you quickly helped him unbuckle his belt, freeing his cock, as he helped you get rid of your pants and soaking panties. He kept you firmly against the kitchen counter, while lifting one of your legs, allowing him to thrust himself inside you. You groaned together as you were both connected together after so long.

“You okay ?” He asked, a bit worried.

“More than okay.” You replied, breathing heavily. “Don’t stop now. I’m so close.”

He moved so firmly and slowly before hasting the pace. He grabbed you ass, lifting you up, as you wrapped your legs around his waist, tugging his hair and reaching for more feral kisses.

You reached your climax, coming undone on him. Jolly followed shortly after. You didn’t break the embrace just yet. Both of you wanted this feeling of being one again to last for a little longer, his body on yours. After a while, he left your embrace, your insides feeling empty and missing him in you already. Then, he helped you get down on the kitchen counter. You felt your legs trembling because of earlier, unable to make you stand up. You bursted into euphoria as you went into Jolly’s arms once more.

“Oh God…” You said between your laughs. “ That was so good. I almost forgot how it felt.”

Jolly smirked at you, satisfied to make you this happy.

“Thankfully, I’m staying a bit longer.” He said, kissing your forehead. “So you’ll have plenty of time to remember how does it feel–”

You nervously giggled, covering his mouth with your hands.

“I’m gonna shut your filthy mouth, Mister Karlsson ! But before any of this happens again, we should fix up this mess.” You replied, more softly at the end, looking with embarrassment at the kitchen area.

“You’re right. We’ll clean this up before taking a bath” He suggested, brushing one of your strands behind your ear.

“Sounds like a plan.” You mused, kissing him once more before fixing all the mess you did.

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ladyveronikawrites · 3 days

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Scar - Chapter Five

PAIRING: Jolly Karlsson x Sam (ofc)

What if your teenage daughter's fantasy became your reality?

Summary: Samantha surprises her daughter, Lyric, with tickets to see her favorite band for her sixteenth birthday. What's supposed to be one the best days of her daughter's life, also becomes hers.

CW: none, just dadomens trying to find momomens

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Sam’s chest tightens as Jolly’s carefree laughter fills her car. It feels like an eternity since someone other than Lyric was sharing the front seat with her, let alone another man. She tried the online dating thing– but with her crazy work schedule and Lyric’s after-school and weekend practices– it doesn’t leave her much time for dating.

“So how long have you lived here?” Jolly’s sudden and intriguing question softens the pressure in her chest. No other man has asked me that before.

“I grew up here, but left when I graduated high school,” she sucks in a shaky breath as she continues. “Fate would have it that I would come back when James did; we always knew we wanted to raise a family here.”

“James sounds like a really great guy and a wonderful father to Lyric,” Jolly says softly as Sam pulls into the hotel parking lot.

“He was the best at everything,” she confesses as she pulls her SUV into the nearest parking spot to park. “The best father, the best handyman around the house, a supportive husband…” Jolly watches as her green eyes shimmer bright before a tear wells and cascades down her cheek.

Swiftly, he unbuckles slipping from the seat belt to lean closer to Sam. His hands hesitate as he ponders if she is comfortable with him touching her but when he catches the small nod he moves in to cup her face in his hands, wiping away her tears with a gentle brush of his thumbs.

“Thank you,” her whisper fills the space between them.

He would give anything to take away her pain and sorrow, but all he can muster is a small smile that he hopes conveys how he feels. As Jolly begins to pull away, he finds moist lips pressed against his. He tenses to the touch at first but when she parts her lips for him, he’s done for. He leans in, mouth hungry, tongue ready to explore more. He licks at her bottom lip, threading his fingers through her hair, pulling her in closer. And he stops. Shit, what if I went too fast? What if I misread the signs? Wait, did she actually kiss me?

Something stirs in Sam when Jolly touches her face. His hands are so warm and comforting that the tears she was holding back finally break. An unfamiliar emotion bubbles in her stomach as Jolly leans forward; the scent of him overwhelms her senses. Before her brain can stop her heart, she leans. His warm lips against hers sparks electricity down her spine. She can’t get enough. She melts into Jolly when he runs his fingers through her strands. His tongue is moist against her bottom lip and she is more than ready to let him in. Her lips still burn when he abruptly pulls away. When her eyes pop open she finds Jolly with a pained expression on his face.

“I’m so sorry,” he apologizes quickly. “Did I overstep?” His thick accent accentuates the concern in his voice.

“No, no, it’s fine,” Sam reassures the Swede with a smile.

Suddenly, the tall guitarist yawns, stretching as best he can in the small space, causing Sam to do the same. “Wanna go up to my room?” With a shy giggle and a playful punch to Jolly’s arm, Sam agrees.

Jolly opens the door of his room with a sweeping gesture of his arm, “Welcome to my crib.” His husky tone turns into a snicker when Sam smacks him in the arm as she steps by.

“You’re a dork,” she huffs a laugh as she enters the room.

“I know,” he winks at her before threading his fingers to hers and leading her further into the room. There’s a large white bed against a navy blue accent wall and across from it hangs a flat-screen TV. An L-shaped couch fills the space under the window next to the bed.

“This is where the magic happens so make yourself comfy, Sam. There’s water and booze in the mini fridge and the TV remote is on the bedside table. I’m going to take a quick shower.” She makes a small noise in understanding but doesn’t move from the window as she takes in the view of her small hometown. The shrill of the tap turning on pulls her from her nostalgia so she makes her way to the bed. She steps out of her beloved Converse, settles into the covers, and starts to scroll through the TV guide.

Loud knocking stirs Sam awake. Rolling to her side, something digs into her stomach. Her eyebrows scrunch together when she finds the remote strangled in a death grip. Way to go, Sam, you fell asleep clutching onto the remote, like an old grandpa.

Groaning, she slides out of bed and stretches rubbing her neck. Fuck me. I’m going to need to see my chiro on Monday. I hope she can squeeze me in. God, I hope Jolly doesn’t think I’m lame. Wait, did we kiss-

“You’re awake!” Jolly’s bright voice breaks through Sam’s post-nap brain fog. When she turns her head following the sound she gets lightheaded. Swaying slightly, she grips the arm of the couch and settles herself onto the furniture, hoping Jolly didn’t notice. If he did, he was gracious enough not to say anything as he continued. “The guys are heading out to see a movie, want to come?”

“Sure!” she says without hesitation, ecstatic to spend more time with Jolly. But soon insecurity takes its rightful place in the pit of her stomach. “But let me fix my hair real quick,” she rushes by him, nerves bubbling in her stomach– but when Jolly grips her wrist, it’s not forceful, but just enough that she stops dead in her tracks. The setting sun casts a warm glow on Jolly’s long brunette hair forming a halo of light around him.

“You look beautiful, Samantha.” Jolly takes a step closer closing the space between them. He tucks in a lock of hair behind her ear before brushing the pad of his thumb over her cheek. Sam feels her cheeks warm to the delicate touch and finds herself leaning into him. Looking up at him, his expression is soft- the corners of his eyes crinkle when he smiles at her. She sneaks a glance at his lips and back at his eyes hoping he didn’t notice. She wants him to kiss her, wants to feel more of his touch, wants to feel love again– but her old heart is so scared. Her heartbeat pounds in her ears as Jolly leans down, willing her eyes shut she balls her shaking hands into fists. “Stay”, she tells herself “don’t run.” His hot breath is warm against her cheek. Her heart feels like it’s going to burst from her chest– suddenly she jumps when there’s a knock at the door.

“Hey lovebirds, you two ready?” Noah yells from the other side of the door. Sam’s cheeks flame red at the nickname and she curls into herself overcome with shyness.

“He’s an ass, isn’t he,” Jolly chuckles squeezing Sam’s shoulders. Her small smile spreads into a wide grin, “yeah he is.” He pulls her into him and she unfurls her arms to hug him back. For a few breaths, they remain as her heartbeat steadies, the scent of him soothing her senses and her nerves.

“Ready?” he hums as he twirls his fingers in her hair.

“Yeah,” she says softly pulling from the embrace. This time she doesn’t stop herself from threading her fingers into his as they walk to the door. When the pair reach the lobby Sam finds the rest of the band lounging on various couches and chairs and Matt is pacing.

“The Uber is late,” Matt groans pinching the bridge of his nose.

“I’ll drive!” Sam chimes in as she squeezes Jolly’s hand despite her insecurity still looming in the back of her mind.

Matt stops dead in his tracks, “Are you sure?” He raises an eyebrow.

“Yeah, I'm sure,” she lets go of Jolly’s hand to walk past Matt. “Come on.” She waves over her shoulder for the band boys to follow her. Jolly meets up with Sam to open the car door for her. Before he ducks out he pecks a kiss to her cheek. She giggles as she settles in the driver's seat.

“Alright boys, buckle up please.” She grins, looking up at the rearview mirror as Matt, Noah, Nick, Nicholas, and Bryan pile In. A mutual groan rumbles through the car. “Yes mom,” they grumble and groan in unison.

There are a scattering of families and couples in the theater as the pair stroll in behind the rest of the guys. Sam is about to slide in beside Nicholas when Jolly grips the back of her elbow causing her to stop.

“Come on,” he nods his head to the top dark corner row of seats which happen to be vacant.

Butterflies dance in her stomach as they ascend the dimly lit staircase. It’s impossibly warm when she sits down and Jolly follows suit, their knees brushing together when he hands her, her drink. Sam takes a few sips hoping the soda will quench her thirst and give her some relief; unfortunately, it does not.

As the opening credits start, Jolly’s heart pounds in his chest as the opening credits start. He’s been waiting anxiously for this movie for as long as Nicholas has been ranting and raving about it. The one show all of them seemed to like and a tour favorite, so when Noah mentioned the movie, he could only hope that Sam would want to come too. In the corner of his eye, he sees her start to fidget with the popcorn bag nervously. Absentmindedly, he places his hand on her thigh as the scene starts.

Sam busies her hands by eating some popcorn, almost too aware of how she chews, she grips the bag a little tighter when suddenly Jolly’s hand rests on her thigh. Her body tenses to the touch. She wants to say something, to ask him to move his hand, but instead, she goes against every fiber of her being when she sets down the popcorn and places her hand on his.

“Oh, sorry,” Jolly jumps slightly when their hands touch, pulling his hand away. When Sam looks up at him, concern furrows his brows and creases the corners of his eyes. His eyes look nothing like her late husband’s and at this moment Sam has come to terms with it. She finally gives in to what her heart has been telling her all along. The pads of her fingers graze his cheek and for a few heartbeats, they exist in the space between them where nothing else matters. Her gaze drifts to his plump lips and back to his eyes.

She nods, silently saying Yes! Please! I want to kiss you! Before pulling him in closer, their lips just barely touching. Sam squeezes her eyes shut and presses her lips onto his. When Jolly kisses her back, it’s soft yet cautious. She tilts her head, clasping his head between her hands to pull him in. A giggle erupts from her throat when his stubble brushes against her cheek, making Jolly pull away slightly. He puts a finger to her lips just as a nearby shh echoes from a few seats away.

Jolly leans in, “I have a way to keep you quiet,” he whispers in her ear, his hot breath and suggestive tone send a shiver spider crawling down her spine. His lips ghost her cheek before replacing the finger to her lip. She invites the heat of the kiss, her hands gripping the collar of his shirt as his tongue parts her lips. When the pair are both breathless, he places a chaste kiss on her cheek. He kisses the tops of her knuckles before they find their resting place on his thigh. The world melts away in their soft embrace, hands entwined and hearts beating as one.

Sam blinks a few times as her eyes adjust to the theater lights flickering on. Sure she has no idea what happened in the movie, but she couldn’t care less as long as she was next to Jolly. She doesn’t know what will happen next between them and right now she’s okay with that. Jolly gathers their trash and she follows closely until she can slide her hand back into his. When they reach the other guys outside, she spots them climbing into their Uber. Her stomach drops when the reality hits her that Jolly will be leaving too. She can’t help when a lump forms in her throat and her eyes prick with tears.

“It’s time-” Jolly stops dead in his tracks when he spots the tears cascading down her cheeks. Before his feet step off the curb he turns and pulls her in tight, arms wrapping around her waist.

“I got you,” he says low and calm as she starts to shake. “I don’t want this night to end either, Samantha. These last few days have been some of the best days on tour and I can’t thank you enough. This is not goodbye, ok?”

He pulls back to wipe away her tears, caressing her cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. “Smile, pretty girl,” he smiles when she giggles and pink washes over her cheeks. “We play only a few hours away tomorrow and I snagged you VIP if you want to come. I know it’s a school night but I still wanted to offer.”

Sam doesn’t hesitate when she wraps her arms around his neck in excitement. She knows she will be dead tired come Monday morning-thankfully just an in-service day before the end of the school year- so she can show up a little late.

“Yes, yes I’ll be there!”

“I can’t wait!” Jolly leans down for one more kiss. “Good night, Sam.”

“Good night, Jolly,” she says before kissing him back. She watches as the full moon illuminates his path to the others. She smiles to herself, smitten- a feeling she hasn’t felt in so long.

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cowpokeomens · 3 months

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absolution

Pairing: Pastor!Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x fem!reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!! A looot of references to religion (it all takes place in a church, so), smut smut smut (p-in-v) I'm including dubcon bc consent is weird with power dynamics, age gaps (10 yr) (everyone is of legal age though!!), some body horror stuff, power imbalance, I think that's all but if you come across something that I missed please reach out so I can tag accordingly!!! Love u bye!!!

A/N: This was really cathartic to write lmao I have a sprinkling of Religious Trauma and this helped me work through some of those feelings in my own weird horny way. It is porn, please don't start expecting me to be some kinda respectable writer with plotlines or whatever. PLEASE HEED THE TAGS. Okay enjoy!!!!

The guilt of it is eating you alive.

The pressure between your legs- the raw, empty ache that plagues you day in and day out. Sitting on your pew, you are once again swept away by long, glossy hair and inked knuckles, turning sacred pages of a holy book that can do nothing to hold your attention at this moment.

What an impression of Christ he makes, you think to yourself, sounding hypnotized even in your internal monologue.

He arrived when you were 19, to your small town, to your even smaller church. The rest of the folks in town think your congregation is too… fanatical. You can’t imagine a world in which someone could be over-zealous for the word of God, and even so, Pastor Karlsson had done a lot to level the congregation out.

He was a divorcee, not by his choice, he has said. He was only 29 when he first rolled into town, funny accent and even funnier sounding name causing immediate distrust in your tight-knit community.

But God, did he have a testimony. Sex, drugs, rock ‘n roll, the tattoos adorning his body told you the story better than those gaudy stained glass windows in the snobby Catholic churches ever could. A lecherous lifestyle with a woman who didn’t love him, not really - not the way you do. He had humbled himself to you all, and you gladly let him in. He was made a pillar in your community - he became a leader to the congregation.

Which is why you always suppressed your feelings, putting them in a locked sarcophagus and hurling it to the far recesses of your mind. You will not be the thing that tries to come between him and the Lord.

You look up at him as he speaks, standing at the pulpit and wielding the word of God like the Archangel Michael who so valiantly struck down Satan. He who is made in God’s image; Had it not been for your utter devotion to the Lord, you would have wondered if he could sin at all.

But you knew better. Everyone carried their own sins. You had heard stories of husbands and wives who idolized each other so much that they left the church altogether. Your heart broke at the thought of leaving God’s light to worship something as sinful as human flesh, couldn’t imagine risking an eternity of paradise for what would one day be dust.

Not that you’d know, of course. You’d never felt the touch of a man outside of when Pastor Karlsson baptized you the day before your 21st birthday. It had been fuel for weeks, his gentle hand on your back, guiding you underneath the water of the river that ran out behind the church. You had stuffed yourself full of your own fingers that night, stuffed your mouth full of bed linens so that no one would hear how you came undone at the mere thought of him.

Perhaps you are the lecherous one, after all. Though you can’t help but think that God has given you Pastor Karlsson on purpose, as a test of your faith. A test that you believed you were passing, for the most part. You haven’t missed a Sunday sermon since you caught the flu in 2021, and even so, you watched the livestreams on Facebook. You keep your nose in your Bible, and ignore the clench in your gut when he tells you good morning.

This morning is different.

This morning is worse.

You just come off of your period- disgusting and uncomfortable as it was, you are thankful it was over and you can enjoy the rest of your June in peace. But it lingers under your skin, an itch that can’t be scratched. Your emotions are raw, and you burst into tears twice this week, unprompted. Worst of all is the ache.

You didn’t know you could feel so empty. It claws at your insides like a caged beast, mockingly calling in the voice of Moloch himself, “Fill me up, fill me up.”

You threw yourself headfirst into your studies; you reviewed Ecclesiastes as a way to ground yourself, to remind yourself that this was a temporary feeling, and would pale in comparison to the absolution of Heaven.

Still, sitting in your pew, you felt the hunger gnashing at you, gnawing at your throat. It was overwhelming, all-consuming. You stutter through your hymnal, barely reading half the words. Your mother keeps giving you concerned looks, your father aloof as ever. Halfway through the sermon, she hisses in your ear, “What is the matter with you?”

You blink up at her, wide-eyed, and stammer out a “I - I don’t know. I feel… weird.”

She purses her lips, but says nothing, turning back to Pastor Karlsson in the pulpit.

You pass the time in silence, feeling itchy and hot, until the sermon concludes, and everyone makes a mass exodus to the dirt lot where their cars are parked.

“Hold on.” Your mother stops you as you begin exiting your pew.

She walks over and, to your utter horror, greets Pastor Karlsson, pulling him aside and speaking to him in hushed tones. He nods once, glancing at you, then nods again as she steps away. She looks grateful, patting his shoulder in that way that mothers do.

He looks at you then, and his full attention is enough to make you combust. Suddenly your dress is too tight on your chest, your breasts straining with every breath against the linen that encases you. Your bones itch, but your hands stay resolutely tucked into your sides, your Bible held against your chest.

You’re so busy focusing on breathing that you don’t realize he’s walking towards you until he’s right in front of you, smiling warmly while greeting you by name. Your mother is by his side, looking at you in such a way that tells you she had something to do with this interaction.

“Darling, Pastor Karlsson here wants a word with you. He even said he’d give you a ride back to the house! I’ll set aside a plate for you at home, you two take your time here.” She was smiling in a way that made all of her teeth visible, like a snarling animal. A lead brick settles in your stomach at the expression as you look up at Pastor Karlsson.

He was so tall, you think as you peer up at him. Dark eyes meet yours, making your gaze flicker away to something else- anything else to avoid the intensity you find there. Looking directly into his eyes was like looking into the maw of a starving beast- you weren’t brave enough to even consider it.

Your mother departs with a final “Wonderful sermon, Joakim, thank you!” Flashing one of her pageant smiles at him - one she’s never given your father - as she goes.

He nods politely, murmuring a quiet, “All the glory to God.” before turning back to you. He gives you a thoughtful look before he speaks again.

“Your mother is concerned about you.” His tone was not accusatory or pointed, just repeating facts.

You inhale shakily. “Yeah, I feel kind of weird today.” Admitting to such a thing is not a lie - you do feel weird today.

He nods, as if understanding. Then, “Would you like to speak in my office? I have to pick up a few things, then we can head out.”

The thought of being in an enclosed space with him made you almost pass out, but you persevere, giving a meek nod as you follow him out of the sanctuary.

It was a short walk from the sanctuary to his office, your church is small, even among small churches. You love its modesty; It is a far cry from the towering spires and flying buttresses you saw in your history books back in school, but it has a self-effacing quality that makes it approachable to people from all walks of life.

The walls are painted white, though slightly yellowed with age. Dark wood lines the floor, blue carpet cushioning your steps as you walk. There aren’t many windows - it was built for insulation, not sight-seeing, after all. Crosses hang sporadically throughout the hallways, some wooden, carved by members, others purchased at a discount at the craft stores a few towns over.

His office is a glorified coat closet, something the elders threw together haphazardly when God called him to serve. It fit a desk, a desktop computer that was older than dirt, and two chairs, one on either side of the desk. The carpet is green, the walls beige, and you have always thought it is an entirely unbecoming space for such a Godly man. It’s a good thing he was humble; God opposes the proud but shows favor to the humble, you think, almost bitterly, as he sits down in the chair by the computer. You make a mental note to work on your own humility as you sit down in the chair opposite him.

“So, what’s got you feeling weird?” He asks with a small smile, putting his elbows on the desk and lacing his fingers together. His hair falls over his shoulders with the movement, cascading down in a curtain of silk. You remind yourself to breathe.

Stammering, you try to explain yourself. “I’m- I’m not sure, Pastor Karlsson-”

“Joakim.” He interrupts you gently.

You blink at him, confusion evident in your face. He must find something about the expression amusing, because he’s smiling softly and continuing, “You can call me Joakim. We’re both grown-ups here.”

You swallow loudly, the sound all but ricochets in the stillness of the room. “R-right. I’m not really sure why I feel so weird. I just had a really hard time focusing today.” You suddenly realize what you’ve said, correcting yourself quickly. “Not that the sermon wasn’t good! Your sermons are always wonderful, Pastor Karls - Joakim.”

He’s smiling broadly now, clearly entertained by your flailing. “It’s okay, käresta, I understand what you mean." A pause, then he lowers his hands. "Is there something on your mind specifically? Something that’s preventing you from focusing?”

You go still, scared to breathe too fully, lest it give you away. Your eyes slide to the ground, teeth coming out to gnaw at your lip. You can feel your heart racing in your throat- the throbbing sensation makes you wonder if you’ll actually vomit from anxiety. You freeze further when Joakim places a hand on your arm, gently.

His voice is barely audible when he whispers, “Hey, it’s okay. We all have our sins, and sin is sin -”

“- Is sin.” You finish for him, sounding unconvinced. You take a deep breath, then redirect your gaze back to him. His eyes are soft with concern, mouth pulled into the faintest frown. Hating to imagine you’re the reason he’s so upset, you blurt out before you can even process your words.

“I’ve been having lustful thoughts about a man in the congregation.” Once the words have been said, you fight the urge to grab them clean out of the air and stuff them back into your mouth.

The hand on your arm tenses for half a second, then relaxes again. “Okay.” He begins calmly, pulling his hand back to the table. You resist the urge to whimper at the loss of contact. “I can see where your concern is coming from. Is this man married?”

There were only so many unmarried men in the congregation; it would be an easy elimination if you were truthful. But... You were already coming clean about one sin, no need to add on others, you reasoned. Shaking your head in a negative, you give a meek, “No, he’s not.”

Joakim nods thoughtfully, staying silent for a moment. You can all but see the gears turning in his mind, deducing who it could be. You wonder if he lists himself amongst the unmarried men- or if he is courting some woman, unbeknownst to you all. No, your mind fired at you venomously. He is not the sort of man to slink around in the shadows.

Finally, he spoke. “While lust is never something to give full rein to, it is understandable, biologically speaking.” Upon seeing your confusion, he offers another soft smile, continuing. “You’re at an age where your body wants you to have children. It is what God made you for, it’s only natural that someone as devoted as you are would respond strongly to His plan. You’re not doing anything wrong, käresta.”

Relief floods your body, making your shoulders sag at the loss of tension. You aren’t doing anything wrong, Joakim even told you so. But that makes you wonder- is there anything you should be doing? You’re about to ask when he speaks again.

“I’ve been wanting to speak with you privately for a while now.” He huffs a small laugh. “It seems the Lord thought today would be a good time, so it shall be.”

You straighten your shoulders, sitting up, wanting to make sure he knows he has your full attention. Looking at him fully, you’re not surprised why your body is so responsive to him. He’s so handsome, even with the shadow of dark stubble on his face. You wonder what keeps him up at night, which chapters he gets stuck on for days before clarity dawns on him. It’s no mystery why your body is putting thoughts of lust in your mind; he’s the sort of man who would make a wonderful father.

You cut off that train of thought, needing to focus on the present moment. He needs your full attention for whatever he’s going to say next.

“The Lord has been communicating with me for some months now, on the topic of finding a wife.” You both take deep breaths, though for different reasons, you imagine. “You’ve heard my testimony on my previous marriage, so I don’t need to emphasize how much I’ve prayed about this.”

Your heart breaks, shatters, combusts into nothing but ash at his words. The Lord wants him to find a wife, and it sounds like he has someone in mind. You swallow the lump of bile in your throat, trying to listen to his next words as your guts fight the natural inclination to stay in your body.

“I’ve spoken to God a lot, the last few months- even by pastor standards.” The playful smile he gives you feels like a knife twisting in your chest. “And if I’m understanding his message correctly, I believe God wants me to court you.”

You’re so busy wallowing that you don’t understand what he’s said at first. The words sink in slowly, like the drip of an IV into your veins. When you think you understand, you manage a, “What?”

He chuckles, not a degrading sound, rather like he understands your confusion. “I know, it seems sudden, but I’ve been speaking to the Lord about this for many months, and-”

“Oh my goodness.” You interrupt as realization hits you like a freight train. “No - I know. I know. Because God has been speaking to me, too.”

Joakim’s brow furrows at you, and it feels nice to not be the confused one for once.

You continue, looking up at him shyly. “The… lustful thoughts I’ve been having, they-” You pause, building up your courage. “They’re about you.”

He’s frozen, mouth slightly agape as he processes your confession. His head tilts to the side slightly, eyes darker than usual as he asks, “You’ve been having lustful thoughts about… me?”

You nod, cheeks tinged pink. “When you’re in the pulpit - I try to focus, I really do, but my mind wanders to… other things.”

You should be embarrassed, should be ashamed of admitting something so unbecoming. But the comfort of this being God’s plan washes away any ill regards you have about the situation; this is what He has always intended.

“Other things?” He echoes, eyes focused on you intensely. His voice is hushed, only loud enough for the two of you to hear. “Like what?”

Your blush deepens at his inquiry. “Well, it’s more of a feeling than an exact thought…”

He’s leaning forward now, all but hanging over his desk at your words. He looks hungry, you realize suddenly; Like he’d seen firsthand the famine in Canaan, pupils blown wide, mouth open, breathing slowly. “A feeling?” He prompts.

Nodding, you find yourself leaning forward too, almost desperate to close the gap between you both. You can feel the dust in the air, hear the quiet electric hum of his old desktop computer. Your breath is coming too loudly, it ricochets off the walls around you both. “It feels like an ache.” You explain, sounding hoarse. “It feels like an emptiness.”

He takes a shaky breath, pushing himself back from his desk in a controlled motion. Standing up, he makes his way around the desk to stand in front of you, one of his calloused hands guiding your chin up to look at him.

“Do you want me to help you - with the emptiness? The ache?” He questions, eyes boring into yours.

The thought of it makes your thighs clench together, and the feeling is so delicious that you almost vocalize it. Your mouth is dry, but you feel wetness gathering in your cotton panties already. You almost forget to respond, nodding and breathing out, “Yes, please.”

“Always so well-mannered.” He praises, making you feel warm. You would do just about anything for him to keep going.

The hand on your jaw guides you upward until you’re standing in front of him. You’re not touching, but you can feel the heat emanating from his body, feel the way the air vibrates between you. His eyes travel down to your lips, back up to your eyes, then down to your lips again.

“Have you ever kissed a boy, lillis?” He asks, eyes half-lidded and voice quiet.

You shake your head, a tiny movement. “No.” You pause, then decide to continue. “I wanted to save myself.”

His inhale is sharp, deep. “Such a good girl.” The words light a fire in your belly, and the familiar gnawing is back, worse than ever before. You shift on your feet, subconsciously searching for any kind of friction. He picks up on the movement.

“Do you feel empty, now? Are you desolate?” You can feel where his breath hits your face. If you tilted your head right, your lips would meet. The clothes you’re wearing feel itchy - too tight, too rough.

You can’t speak, so you nod “yes.” His eyes run down your figure, back up again to your lips.

“Show me where.” Is his only command. You can’t read his expression fully, features arranged into careful neutrality. The spark in his eyes seemed to hint at desperation, though.

Your face is probably the color of a sun-ripened tomato, but you do as he says, grabbing his free hand, guiding it between your legs. His fingers curl up through your skirt, cupping your mound. Your eyelids flutter shut at the contact, hands coming up to rest against his chest to steady yourself. Heartbeat racing, you don’t think there could be anything better than the feeling of what’s happening right now.

“Here? Is this where you feel empty?” His lips move against your cheek, breath fanning across your ear, making you shiver.

You blink several times, trying to clear your head. “Joakim, please.” Is all you can muster, fingers gripping at his shirt.

You can feel him sag against you as his lips crash into yours. You’re not completely sure of what to do, allowing him to guide your lips open, licking into your mouth. You hear yourself groaning into the kiss, crowding impossibly closer until your bodies are pressed against each other fully.

He breaks the embrace to place wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down your neck. The feeling is euphoric, making your hips buck into his without conscious decision.

Hands run down your sides, coming up again underneath your dress skirt to grip at the backs of your thighs, yanking you forward with such force that you almost topple over. His left hand is at your back in an instant, holding you steady before unzipping the back of your dress in a swift motion.

The material pools around your front, hanging loosely until you pry it off, happy to be rid of the too-rough fabric at last. His lips are back on yours in an instant, one hand gripping the back of your neck while the other kneads the flesh of your breast through your bra.

You outright moan at the feeling, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip as your mouth opens to let the sound out. He works a knee between your legs, rubbing the meaty flesh of his thigh against your core in such a way that has you seeing spots in your vision. Fingers curling into claws where they grip onto his shoulders, you grind down onto his leg, an animalistic snarl escaping you as you do so.

You know this feeling; Though it’s a sin to give into lust, you’ve made yourself climax before, silently, long after everyone had laid down to rest at night. This is so much more, though - you feel as though someone has soaked you in gasoline and laid a lit match to your flesh. Nothing could have torn you from the carnal desire you felt, being entwined with Joakim like this. You want to take turns ripping each other apart, severing limbs and gluing them back together until you have both been remade in His image. You want to bite and gnaw and lick until you taste blood, to soothe the worried skin with soft whispers and softer hands. Dragged to Hell and back, nailed to a cross and left to rot, rising from the dead with such vigor that Lazarus would envy you - you wanted it all, so long as this moment didn’t end.

“Joakim - I, I -” You choke out, eyes focusing on his, foreheads pressed together.

“Good girl, give it to me, everything you’ve got.” He urged you, the hand on your neck coming down against your hip, ushering your pelvis against his thigh.

Burying your head in his chest, you climax with a wanton moan, body shuddering through the shockwaves of it. Your breathing is labored, vision blurry from clenching your eyes shut so tightly.

He’s gently prying you off his leg then, maneuvering your positions until you find yourself face-down on his desk. Using a knee, he nudges your knees apart until he fits comfortably between them. The new angle has you feeling vulnerable, visible, licentious.

You don’t have time to dwell on the feeling, because suddenly his fingers are playing with your folds through your ruined panties. Your knees almost buckle at the stimulation, so sensitive it almost hurts. Gripping the other side of the desk to hold yourself upright, you do your very best to stay still as he explores your body.

Two fingers hook into the side of your panties, moving them to the side. You know he can see everything like this, and while part of you is screaming at the debauchery of it, another, louder part of you hopes he likes what he sees. You’re fighting the urge to sneak a glance at him when the two fingers that moved your panties aside are thrust deep into your core.

You let out a howl that could rival a rabid dog, nails scraping against the wooden laminate of the desk as your hands clench into fists. He’s curling his fingers inside you slowly, and you can feel every millimeter of it. A string of drool escapes your open mouth, cascading down into a puddle on a stack of prayer requests from this morning’s sermon.

“That’s it, so good, just take it, lillis.” He murmurs, fingers still unfurling deep inside you.

You don’t know that you can do anything but take it. His fingers are so much thicker than yours, taking up twice as much space as you’re used to. You feel wonderfully full, the emptiness inside you finally satiated.

But then he’s pulling them out, and you almost sob at the loss of it. You could feel your hole clenching on nothing, throbbing with want; Whether you enjoy it or not, you aren’t even sure.

You hear a zipper, then the sound of something metallic hitting the carpet. When you turn your neck to see what’s happening, you’re met with the sight of Joakim’s full manhood on display.

You’ve never seen a man naked before. There were pictures, shown to you unwillingly by the cruel boys who called you a “Bible-thumper” in school, but this is entirely different.

Joakim is… prettier, you think is the right word. His tip is pink, almost red, and wet-looking in the glow of the fluorescent office lights. Veins bulge along the length, throbbing at you angrily as if to mock the throbbing happening within you. It’s big, you realize suddenly. You can’t begin to fathom how it’s going to fit inside you, when his fingers alone made you feel so full already.

A hand is placed at the back of your neck, holding you flat in place. The weight is reassuring, grounding in its pressure as you’re pressed fully against the desk, the cool laminate a welcome reprieve from the fever burning in your skin. You feel him press his tip against your folds, running it through the slickness there, before slowly pushing past your threshold.

“It hurts.” Is the first thing you whine, legs already trembling. It does hurt - in a sharp way, like stretching to reach your toes first thing in the morning.

You gasp as he leans over, thrusting further into you as he whispers in your ear. “Shh, I know. It’s the price we must pay for our sin.” His murmur relaxes you a bit, reassures you of what you’re doing. Joakim would not lead you astray; God had spoken to him, given him fortitude in the last months. This was His plan.

The stretch continues as he slowly slides further into you, until your bodies are joined completely. You’re panting, open-mouthed as he fills you entirely. Your toes are barely brushing against the ground from how far he’s pushed you into the desk, corners digging into your hips sharply.

A soothing hand runs up and down your spine, unraveling the muscles that have been pulled taut with anticipation. Your breathing slows, body easing around the intrusion until only the sensation of fullness remains.

Joakim pulls back then, a slow movement that has you inhaling harshly as he drags along your inner walls. Your mouth goes to ask him what he’s doing, when he slams back into you, cutting off your train of thought in favor of gargling on your breath.

“Oh my God,” You keen, eyes so wide they might bulge out of your head altogether.

A jarring slap lands against your backside, stinging skin left in its wake. “Do not take the Lord’s name in vain.” Joakim rasps, sounding as out of breath as you do.

He pulls back again, only to crash back into you a half-second later. The force of it jolts you, making you wail as your hands reach out for something, anything to hold onto. Documents and envelopes fly onto the floor in your frenzy, looking as haphazard as you feel.

He continues at an unrelenting pace, hand still firmly gripping the base of your neck from behind. You know you’re being loud; A distant part of you even registers that, given the circumstances, you should probably be much, much quieter. You can’t bring yourself to care, though, an endless chant of Joakim’s name falling from your lips as you do what you can to grind back into him.

The hand leaves your neck, coming down to grab onto your hip while his other hand mirrors the action. Your pelvis is lifted off the desk, thrusts never even pausing as the new angle drives him deeper into you. Tears spring in your eyes from the overstimulation, having climaxed only a few short minutes ago.

This is absolution, You think. Being tangled together, conjoined like this - There is no fear of sin, no guilt at succumbing to the lust-filled desires of the flesh. As Joakim plunges himself into you, over and over, you find yourself almost dizzy with relief at the weight lifted off your shoulders, the panic of condemnation a distant memory.

His arm wraps around the front of your hips, holding you in place, as his free hand tangles into your hair, yanking your head towards him.

“Say the Lord’s prayer.” He groans in your ear, breath hot and sticky. “Beg for His forgiveness. ‘Our Father-’”

“‘-Who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name.” You whimper, the words slipping off your tongue like muscle memory as your body is rocked back and forth by his thrusts. “‘Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on Earth-” Your voice is cut off by your own gasp as he reaches something in you that you’ve never felt before. Knees shaking, you dig your fingers deeper into the mess of papers surrounding you to try and stabilize yourself.

“Keep going. ‘On Earth, as it is in Heaven.’” He urges, grip tightening on you.

“‘Give us today our daily bread,’” You continue, moaning pitifully as he drives into that same spot again. “‘And forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who sin against us.’”

Tears stream freely down your cheeks now, a mixture of pleasure and overstimulation driving you mad. Joakim is mouthing at the junction of your neck and shoulder, tongue brushing over a spot that makes you shiver into him. A fire is building in your belly, lapping at the bottom of your throat as you move closer and closer to climax.

“‘L-lead us not into temp- temptation,’” You stutter, mind hazy with want. “‘But d-deliver us from evil.’”

Joakim’s voice is back in your ear. “‘For thine is the Kingdom,” A harsh thrust, “‘The Power,” Another thrust, “And the Glory forever.’”

The fire burns so hot that it rips the oxygen straight out of your lungs. Your eyes struggle to stay open, fluttering closed each time he rams into you. A particularly harsh pull of your hair reminds you that he is waiting for your response.

“Amen.” You whisper, vision going white as you climax, body twitching forcefully in his arms. His hips stutter once before he buries himself inside you, spilling his seed into you as he does.

Whether you lay there for seconds or days, you don’t know. Eventually, Joakim pulls out, a string of his release coming with him, rolling down the inside of your thighs. You whimper at the loss, still too sensitive to move.

“C’mon, käresta, we need to get you dressed. Your mother will wonder where you are.” His voice is gentle behind you, hand rubbing against your lower back to rouse you.

Your joints pop in protest as you try to push yourself up off the desk. The room is a mess of papers and scattered writing utensils, your dress nothing more than a rumpled pile of cloth on the ground.

You slip it over your head gingerly, every muscle in your body somehow sore. Joakim zips up the garment for you, running his hands over your clothed back, as if to smooth the wrinkles.

Turning to face him, you’re met with a soft pair of lips to your forehead, dark hair brushing against your cheeks. The kiss makes you feel brave as you ask, “Joakim?”

His eyes are warm as he gazes down at you, his fingers coming up to comb through your tangled hair. “Hmm?” Is his response as he works out a particularly knotted strand.

You flutter your eyelashes, a move that feels foreign, but somehow right. Looking up at him demurely, you ask, “Will you be leading tonight’s Bible study?”

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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.

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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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Honey Bee

An: I think this is the end for Honey Bee. Thanks to everyone who went on this journey with me. I'm sad but happy and I'm sure I'll update with new chapters periodically maybe showing glimpses into their future if you guys would like that

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You sank into the plush cushions of the couch, captivated by the bright TV screen, where Noah was immersed in a game he swore was fun. You had no clue what he was doing, but it was amusing to watch him. You had spent the previous night binge-watching movies with him, and after a few glasses of wine, he persuaded you to stay over, saying it was too dangerous to drive.

You agreed without a second thought since his bed was the most heavenly you had ever slept in. You felt like you were floating in a cloud of softness and warmth.

You just wanted to chill until your head cleared, and you felt more alert. You weren't hungover, but you could feel the weight in your eyelids. Noah offered to make breakfast, but you declined, toasting a bagel and spreading some cream cheese. You thought it was perfect for a lazy morning.

The front door squeaked open - and your muscles tensed. Your stomach twisted as if you had been hit. Your eyes darted to Noah and back to the opening door. Jolly. He wasn't supposed to be back this early. Noah promised that Jolly wouldn't be home until midnight. So why - why was he standing there?

Your eyes widened, and you leaped from the couch - your heart hammering and your palms clammy. You felt your food rising in your throat. You had tried hard to hide your feelings like this, but you were caught off guard and had no time to brace yourself.

Jolly smiled, unable to act like he wasn't happy to see you, and opened his mouth to say something, but you glowered at him. You took a deep breath and walked past him without a word, pretending you didn't see his confused expression.

You felt his hand try to touch your arm, but you shook it off. You dashed up the stairs, your breath ragged and your heart thumping.

You locked eyes with Noah over the side rail - he looked stunned as if he didn't expect you to react so strongly; he thought you would've at least kept your cool. You gave him the finger, your face flushed and your eyes blazing. You barged into his room, slamming the door behind you.

"Shit, well, I tried," Noah says as he springs to his feet, joining Jolly at the door. He folds his arms over his chest and says, "Dude, please just go talk to her."

Jolly's eyes widen - if he was sleepy before, all the noise woke him up. He looks at you and then at Noah, confused. "Why is she acting like that?"

"I might have lied about when you were coming home. I'm sick of being in the middle of this. I just wanted to help." Noah laughs, unfolding his arms and slapping Jolly's shoulder. "If you would've just asked me, I would've told you I don't have feelings for y/n." He confesses, his voice sincere. "It's never been like that for us. We're just friends." He bites the inside of his cheek, wondering if he should reveal more. It couldn't hurt if he told Jolly how you felt; maybe it would give him the courage he needed. "She wants you, man. And it's been like this for years." He says, his voice dropping to a whisper. He feels a relief wash over him as he finally lets out his secret.

Jolly's eyes bulge in disbelief. "For years?" He repeats, dropping his bags on the floor with a loud thud. He felt like his ears were deceiving him.

Noah shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly, "She hasn't said that directly, but if you're not a complete idiot, which you clearly are, you can see it." He growled, his voice dripping with sarcasm and annoyance. Noah wanted to slap some sense into Jolly's thick skull.

"You think I should go up there?" He asks nervously, rubbing his stubble, "It seems like she doesn't want to see me." He murmurs.

Noah shakes his head, a sheepish smile tugging at his lips, "I think my antics caught her off guard, I'll probably have to apologize to her later." He says. "She's been putting up with my shit a lot lately, man. Usually, she can get away from me by going to you, but lately, it's just been her and me." He chuckles, "I know I'm a pain in the ass."

Jolly shook his head in disbelief. "You are." He said, heading for the stairs. His feet felt heavy and sluggish as he climbed the stairs like he was walking to his execution.

Noah followed him, hoping to give him some encouragement. Noah watched as Jolly gently knocked on the door, waiting for a reply.

When he heard nothing, he cautiously opened the door - and as soon as Jolly was in, Noah dashed to the door, slamming it shut behind him and locking it from the outside.

Your throat clenched, and your lungs gasped for air when you saw Jolly standing there; you felt like a fish out of water. You jumped off the bed with a huff and ran to the door. You grabbed the handle and turned it. Shocked when it didn't budge. "Noah!" You yelled. "What the hell…"

You heard Noah laugh from the other side of the door. "I switched the lock last night, you fell right into my trap like I knew you would." He said, sounding smug.

You wanted to escape, away from Jolly, away from Noah, away from everything. "I'll unlock it when you two sort out your feelings." Noah said, sounding relaxed and indifferent. "And I have all the time in the world, so don't bother rushing." You heard his footsteps receding from the room.

You turned around to see Jolly standing there, his eyes full of guilt and sadness. He looked conflicted between wanting to comfort you and fearing your reaction. His nervousness was tangible, and you wondered what he would say.

You walked back to the bed and sat down, avoiding his gaze. You felt a knot in your stomach and a storm of emotions in your heart. "Shit." You whispered, closing your eyes and lying on your back.

You covered your eyes, wishing he would leave you alone.

You felt the mattress sink as he sat beside you and heard him exhale deeply. "You don't have to talk if you don't want to, but there are some things I think I should say." He said, sounding more assertive than you expected. "I didn't mean to hurt you." He added softly, his voice full of regret.

You let out a scornful laugh, cutting him off. "Well, you did." You snapped, feeling bitter.

"I tried to call you, and I tried to text you. You kept avoiding me and not giving me room to explain!" He says slightly, raising his voice.

You sit up, eyes landing on him with anger and disbelief. "What was there to explain? You led me on, made me think you were into me, and when I acted on it, you rejected me? You fucked with my head, Jolly!" You say, matching his tone, "Yes, I ignored you because it hurt, I still can't even think of you some days, but you're always fucking there!" You whine, standing up and pacing the room. "I wanted you; I tried showing you; I tried explaining that there was nothing with Noah. I came to Sweden FOR YOU."

Jolly stares at you, a sarcastic smile on his lips, "And then you called me and said you just wanted to be friends while I was trying to figure out how to make it up to you! I tried telling you the day you decided to fly back here, but you wanted to leave, and I know it wasn't a work thing; it was because you were mad at me and needed fucking Noah! You're always running to Noah. Do you see why I might be confused?!"

You run your hand down your face and sit in Noah's computer chair. "Do not try to put this on me, Jolly. I have been putting myself out there for years, hoping you'd take a fucking hint." You say through clenched teeth. "Why couldn't you just trust me? Instead, you made me question everything I felt for you." You say, your voice trembling with anger and pain. You can hear your heart pounding in your ears, and you wish you could calm down.

"I didn't trust myself!" He exclaims, raising his hands in frustration. "How could I trust you when I was so confused about my own feelings?" Jolly shifts his position, crossing his legs and leaning back. He doesn't look away from you, and you see the conflict in his eyes. "I tried, okay? I tried to trust you, but I just…I couldn't understand it. I thought you and Noah were perfect for each other. I saw how you two have always clicked, how he made you smile, how he always had your back. I felt like I didn't measure up. I let my fears overpower your words." His voice is at a mere whisper toward the end of his sentence. He senses your silence and goes on. "I want to fix this, but I need you to tell me what you want." He pauses, "We've been sending mixed signals, and I think it's confusing us both." He says, looking into your eyes, searching for a sign.

You rise from the chair and walk over to Jolly, sitting beside him on the bed. You lower your head, feeling hopeless. "I don't know how to fix this. I can't pretend to be just your friend. I've moved past that, but I'm afraid to jump into a real relationship with you." You say softly, your voice steady. "I'm scared that I'll do something that triggers your insecurities, and you'll assume someone else is better for me. And when I say I love you and only you, you won't believe me. I don't want those doubts in your mind to win and destroy what we have."

Jolly's lips curl into a small smile. "Love me?" He repeats, his tone curious.

You move closer to him, taking his hand in yours, "Yeah." You whisper, gazing into his eyes, "Because I do." You say, your voice is shaky. You squeeze his hand. "I need you to show me it's safe for me to be in this with you. I don't want to walk around on eggshells expecting the worst to happen. I want to wake up knowing we made the right choice." You say, your voice firm and serious. "Can you do that?"

He leans in, eyes locked onto yours, and gently cups your face with his other hand. His thumb caresses your cheek, sending shivers down your spine. You feel his warm breath on your lips as he whispers, "I can do that." He closes the gap between you, and you feel his soft lips press against yours.

The kiss is gentle and sweet but enough to make your heart flutter. You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, and deepen the kiss. You feel his arm around your waist, holding you close, and you melt into him. He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against yours, smiling and panting. You look into his eyes, and they shine with love. "I'll never get tired of that," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. He pauses, "I brought something with me." He pulls away from you and digs in his pocket, opening a small box to reveal the opal ring he'd given you before. The ring sparkles in the light. "I wanted to give it back, and this time, I want to give it to you as a promise ring. Because I promise to be here for you, to keep you safe, and to make you feel loved and secure." He holds the ring out to you, his eyes never leaving yours. "But most of all, I promise to trust you." His voice is so sincere; you can tell he means every word. You can't help but smile. You let him slide the ring back on your finger, which fits perfectly. You look at the ring, then at him, "I was hoping I'd get this back," you say, your voice soft and sweet. You lean in and kiss him gently, feeling his lips curve into a smile.

You whisper, "I'm glad you're home."

He sighs, but it's not a sign of annoyance or anger this time. It's a sound of pure bliss and relief. "Should we text Noah?" He asks, his voice soft and content.

You nod your head and pull out your phone. You type a quick message: Can you let us out now? We had wild sex on your bed and made up.

You hear a loud laugh from the hallway. "Yeah, right." Noah's voice echoes in your ears, and you see the door handle turn. "I've been sitting out here the whole time." He says, opening the door. He grins as he sees the two of you standing, Jolly's arms wrapped around your waist and holding you close, a smile on your face. The air feels lighter, and Noah is happy for you.

"I heard you leave…" You say, chuckling. "You mean to tell me you came back and eavesdropped on everything?"

"How else was I supposed to know when to let you out?" He asks, acting like you're stupid. "Let me see the ring." He says, walking over to you and grabbing your hand. He examines it, nodding his head in approval. But instead of saying anything nice, he says, "Should we order food and watch a movie? I'm emotionally drained, and I wasn't even in here." He jokes.

You and Jolly follow Noah down the stairs and into the living room, where you find a cozy spot on the couch. You cuddle up to Jolly, resting your head on his chest and wrapping your arms around him. He kisses your forehead and holds you close, making you feel safe.

Noah makes a disgusted noise and says, "Gross. Now I'm the third wheel." He flops down on the other end of the couch and grabs the remote. He asks what you want to watch, hoping to distract himself from your lovey-dovey display.

"You know I'm always up for a murder mystery or a horror movie!" You say, raising your voice to annoy them.

Noah shakes his head, "Don't make her mad, Jolly. You'd be shocked how much she knows about disposing of a corpse without leaving a trace," He jokes.

You lift your head from Jolly's chest and give Noah a menacing look. "I'll strike when you least expect it, Noah. No one is safe from me. Not even you." You say, putting on a sinister tone.

Noah throws you the remote. He wonders if you're serious sometimes. He looks at Jolly and says, "And you're willingly choosing this psychopath?"

Jolly laughs at his remark, "Yes because she's my adorable little psycho." He says, squeezing you tighter and making you giggle. "And if she chooses to murder me someday, at least I'll die happy."

Noah rolls his eyes, not impressed by Jolly's comment. "I'm gonna order Chinese food. Do you guys want the usual?" He asks, getting up from the couch.

You nod, and Noah heads to the kitchen. Jolly takes this chance to ask you something that is on his mind. "Let me take you on a real date tomorrow." He whispers in your ear, making you shiver.

You pull back, looking into his eyes, smiling as you nod in approval. "I'd love that." You say, leaning in for a kiss. He kisses you back, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer.

You hear Noah clear his throat from the kitchen, and you break the kiss, laughing. "Sorry, Noah." You say, feeling a blush on your cheeks.

Jolly smiles at you, "He'll get used to it." He says, kissing your cheek. "He has to cause I don't plan on letting you go." He says, making your heart flutter.

"And now I'm back to hating both of you, this time for all the PDA, how the tables have turned."

You throw a pillow at Noah when he sits down. "It could be worse. We could be screaming at each other still."

Noah nods and playfully rolls his eyes, "Shut up and pick a fucking movie." He rubs his temples, "I will separate you two!"

You pick up the remote and browse through the movie options. You see an horror movie and ask Noah if he's up for it.

He nods and says, "Sure, why not? Maybe it'll scare some sense into you two." He jokes, grabbing a pillow and hugging it.

You press play, and the movie starts. You watch the screen but sneak glances at Jolly, who smiles at you and kisses your hair. You know you've made the right choice. You're glad you gave him a chance and excited for tomorrow's date. You don't know what the future holds, but you know you want him to be a part of it. You squeeze his hand and whisper, "I love you."

He smiles, whispering back, "I love you too, Honey bee."

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the-way-of-words · 4 months

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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.

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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.

"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.

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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deathblacksmoke · 6 months

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i’m buzzing at the thought

pairing: jolly karlsson x reader

cw: oral sex (m receiving), blowjob training, gentle dom jolly, inexperienced reader

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author’s note: thank you dear lady v for the beta 🤍 i tried to write this as gender neutral as possible so it can be read as any/no gender—hope i did okay. this post is what got me here. writing this took what felt like a trillion years. i hope y’all enjoy it :)

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“How do we do this?” You ask, separating yourself from him. His hand rests on your face, thumb swiping along your cheek, a comfort. You move in to kiss him again, needing to taste him more before you can settle.

Shame bubbles in your gut at the thought of needing him to do this for you. He had been sweet when you asked, shy and hesitant. He’d held your hands and kissed you, whispered of course before pulling you into his arms. He wouldn’t want you to feel embarrassed, but your cheeks heat beneath his hand as he smiles down at you.

“However you want to do it,” he says, which you find wildly unhelpful. You look up at him with wide eyes and he knows, sensing your trepidation. He takes pity on you. “It will be easiest if you’re on your knees. Would you be comfortable like that?”

You nod, placing your trust in him completely. He has never given you a reason to doubt him, and with the way he’s looking at you with such care, you won’t start now. He pets your hair and gives you one more kiss.

“Are you ready?” he asks, cocking an eyebrow but his eyes remain soft. You don’t answer with your words, instead sinking to your knees in front of him. He gasps quietly, making you feel shy but proud, placing your hands on his thighs.

“I’m nervous.” You tell him, avoiding his eyes, though you know he can tell. He caresses your face as you drop your hands to your sides and try to control your breathing. You feel safe here with him. You look up at him and smile.

“We can stop anytime you need,” he reassures you, “just pat my thigh twice and we’ll stop.”

Slumping a little, you nod. He runs a hand over your hair, making you feel comforted and small. You sigh when he pulls away to undo his button and zipper, pushing his jeans down his thighs.

You reach up, taking his cock in your hand. This part, you know. Your vision blurs as he grows hard in your hand, bucking his hips into your fist, and you know it’s time.

You drop your hands. Sucking a deep breath to calm your nerves, you remind yourself that you trust him to take care of you.

“Joakim.” You whine, eyes unfocused, fists opening and closing at your sides. His hand settles again in your hair and tightens, tugging lightly. Your eyes flutter closed as you exhale.

“Open your mouth for me, please,” he says, and you don’t think twice about it, sticking your tongue out for him. “Oh. That’s perfect. Good job, my love.”

You shiver as the heavy weight of his cock rests on the tip of your tongue. For a moment, he’s suspiciously still—cock growing heavier, but you can hear him breathing. You peer up through your lashes to find him looking back, eyes focused on you.

You can tell he’s waiting for your permission. Your eyes plead with him the best you know how. Go ahead, baby, I can take it, you’d say. You give him a small nod, careful not to jostle him off your tongue.

He exhales before sliding himself further back until he finds the spot near the back of your tongue where the press of his tip triggers your gag reflex. He grins, cupping your cheek, and gazes down at you amused. When you meet his eyes, they silently ask the question—okay to continue?—yours glint a yes, please.

He slides back to the tip of your tongue again and you reach for him, hand curling around his thigh. He pauses, waiting for the double tap. It had just been to ground yourself—with him, in this moment. You remember the agreement, one tap means to keep going. Your palm raps gently against his leg.

“Go ahead and close your mouth around me,” he instructs, gentle but sure. You do, already feeling fuller, hyper-aware of where parts of your lips are touching. He tastes kind of nice, like Jolly, familiar. He tastes the way his skin smells and it’s comforting, in a way. “Good job, baby. You’re doing great.”

He makes shallow thrusts, in about halfway and back out, making you feel like you’re doing nothing. He has a grip on the hair at the back of your head and he’s breathing heavily—you know he’s enjoying it, but you start to feel a little useless.

You’re impatient waiting for his next instruction, squirming helplessly. Taking matters into your own hands, you double-tap his thigh to stop his movements. His cock slips out of your mouth and he looks down at you, brows furrowing with concern.

Peering up at him, you smile so he knows you’re fine.

“I asked you to teach me, baby.” Annoyed, you roll your eyes. “Not fuck around in my mouth while I sit here and you grunt like a caveman.”

He chuckles then, hand moving to the back of your head again and yanking. There’s a sting on your scalp that makes you gasp, but you at least know you’re going to get a bit of what you want.

“Okay, if you want to catch an attitude—” he starts, tightening his grip so much that you wince. He has your head held back almost at a right angle, and you know it’ll get uncomfortable soon. For now, you don’t want him to stop. “Open your mouth again for me. Tongue out,” he demands.

You do as he asks and he rests his cock back on the tip of your tongue. You don’t dare move. Not until he asks.

“Now close your mouth around me again.” You do, lips closing around his tip. You like the weight of it, still, the taste. “Suck in your cheeks a little, baby, suck it like you would a popsicle.”

You feel silly, but you feel his cock twitch in your mouth and it makes you moan around him. He groans above you and you feel satisfied with your work.

“You’re doing so well for me,” he murmurs, and you hear him spit into his hand, wrapping a fist around the base where you haven’t reached yet. “Try to go as deep as you can, my love. See if you can meet my fist.”

You don’t know that you can, but you want so badly to be good for him. You take in a deep breath through your nose and glide your head forward, taking more than you expected. You feel relaxed, and proud that you can do this for him.

You almost think you’ll be able to reach his fist like he asked, but his tip hits your throat just short, making you gag. Above you, he gasps, hand moving to cup your cheek before you pull off of him.

Feeling braver, you knock his hand out of the way to replace it with your own at the base of his cock. Your lips wrap again around the tip and you push your tongue in, just to see, and his responding gasp is almost pained—but when you look up at him through your lashes, his eyes are blissfully closed, so you swirl your tongue again for the same reaction.

“Baby, fuck,” he groans, and you’re basking in the attention he’s giving you, his hand still a gentle comfort on your cheek. “Can you—”

And you want to wait for his instruction, you do, but you’re feeling adventurous now. He did that. You did that. You move your other hand to cup him, rolling them around in your hand, and the way he groans tells you you’re right.

Suddenly, you’re not so sure why you were scared. You know this man’s body like the back of your hand, you can read him like a book. You know precisely what makes him tick and it’s you. Your mouth, your hands. Just you.

More determined this time around, you slide your head forward again. You want to meet your fist. You want to do this for him, show him how much you want to make him feel good.

You work past the struggle, relaxing your throat the best you can. Your fingers meet your lips, just barely, a ghost of a touch. You gag, staying there as long as you can before pulling back again. Excitement bubbles in your stomach as your breathing steadies.

“Good job, my love,” he praises, replacing your hand with his again, jerking himself from the base as you suckle at the tip. You blush as you think about just how much you could get used to this, the way he’s groaning above you, the praise.

“I’m about to cum.” His voice sounds strained and his hand moves quicker. You feel dizzy knowing the effect you have on him. “Where do you want me to cum?”

His chest heaves between shaky breaths. The rasp in his voice makes your stomach flip.

You pull off completely, backing up a little bit and sticking your tongue out, peering up at him. He looks a mess, sweat glistening on his brow. You feel smug knowing you did that.

You don’t have to answer his question. He knows.

You want to see him when he cums for you.

He grunts and doubles over slightly before you feel the first drops hit your tongue. A splash hits your cheek, some dripping down over your chin.

You find that you don’t love the taste, but you love that it’s him. You want to be good for him. You take what’s given to you. Gathering some from your chin, you suck it off of your thumb before beaming up at him.

“Hey,” you say, voice cracking and throat tired.

“That wasn’t so scary, huh?” He asks, kneeling down to your level and caressing your face. He kisses you, licking into your mouth and leaving you breathless.

“Not when it’s you.” You confess, heart fluttering at the softness that washes over his face before he kisses you again.

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