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FERN'S WIP WEEKEND GAMES
Hey y'all! Let's force each other to work on our WiPs, even if it's just to talk about them or think about them!
EACH WIP WEEKEND RUNS FROM FRIDAY 5PM UTC-5 TO SUNDAY 11:59PM UTC-5
To participate, reblog with up to 5 filenames of your WIPs, and also which games you want to participate in this weekend (example at the bottom of this post).
Each game is basically replying to asks about your WIPs in different ways! For that reason, please make sure to search the reblogs to find other players - send them an ask, keep the game going, force each other to work on their WIPs!
If you see this, you are invited to play, even if you weren't tagged!
There are 3 different games. You can play all of them, or only the ones you like best:
1) Three by Threes: The OG WIP Wednesday game. For each filename you receive in your ask box, reply to the ask with 3 NEW sentences on that WIP. Then, send 3 asks to other WIP Weekend players!
2) Lore Corner: Answer questions about your WIP. It can be anything from headcanons to backstory that you have for your WIP that don't even make it into the fic. Askers - get creative with your questions! (If you are playing Lore Corner, please give a single-sentence description of each of your WiPs so askers have some context)
3) Moodboard Mania: Make a moodboard for your WIP! Askers can also specify a moment or a character-specific moodboard relating to your WIP so that you're not making the same moodboard over and over.
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MY WIPS:
• the universe and us in the night (vampire!Jolly x girl!Noah) - Ever romanced your sleep paralysis demon? Ever embraced the void of night? Ever lost your fucking mind? Noah's really going through it in the pandemic.
• rainy ghost (Nicholas x Noah) - Church boy Noah is caught in the closet with the pastor's adult son and is excommunicated, destroying his life and effectively leaving him homeless. Thankfully, Folio's dead distant relative owned a big, spooky mansion on the coast that needs tending. Nobody told Noah about the haunting, though.
• more fae shit (Nicholas x Noah) - In the same universe as strap the wing, but a millenia earlier.
GAMES I'M PLAYING: three by threes, lore corner
Tagging @throughwoodsanddirt @the-way-of-words @cowpokeomens @blessedwithabadomen @poppy-in-the-woods and anyone else who wants to play!
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The fucking end, poor folio🤣 I can't wait for more!💜
Never Just Friends: OBX - Day 1
Pairing: Nick Folio x OFC, Matt Dierkes x OFC, Nick Folio x OFC x Matt Dierkes
Summary: Invited to come along on a trip to the Outer Banks for eight days with the guys, Kelsey soon found that her close friendship with Nick Folio might be more than she realized. Dancing around what one would argue was the inevitable for years, it might’ve been easy for them to venture into that uncharted territory if it wasn’t for Matt Dierkes. To him, this was his one chance to step out from the sidelines and confess his true feelings, and he was determined to take it. Things evolved faster than all three could’ve anticipated, and they soon found themselves in the riptide of an unexpected love triangle.
Word Count: 3.4k
A/N: This has been so much fun to put together. I’m excited to share the first installment, and I plan (loosely) to post each one on Friday. Hope y’all enjoy this series. Feedback is always appreciated
Special shoutout to @the-way-of-words for all the brainstorming and support while I write this.
Warnings: cursing, mentions of drug use, sexually explicit content - 18+ (male masturbation)
“This can’t be right,” Kelsey mumbled as she double-checked her phone’s GPS. Her foot planted on the brakes, she hesitated, looking around to see if there were any cars she recognized. After a heavy sigh to reassure herself, she pulled the beater Ford Focus into the driveway.
The house was simply massive. There before her, looking out into the ocean, it stood at an impressive three floors high, painted a beautiful cornflower blue with pristine white shutters. This was her first time visiting the Outer Banks, and she had come to find out that a house like this was a dime a dozen here.
Still, she felt like she had the wrong address. This was a lifestyle she could never afford, something she would only imagine after seeing pictures and videos of a place like this. These were ocean-front properties, perched on the highly desired shoreline like a throne — mere summer homes for the wealthy and affluent.
“How the fuck did they score this place for a week?” She asked herself, creeping her vehicle along the pavement. This was way above her tax bracket as a bartender, making her feel as though she was a lone stray they happened to take in.
She parked behind one of the other cars and cut the engine to take in the scenery around her. The salty sea air flowing through her open windows, the distant cries of seagulls, the afternoon sun already tanning her bare arms, to the view she was going to have for the next eight days.
“What took you so fucking long?!” A male voice popped out of nowhere.
“Fuck!” She shrieked, nearly jumping out of her seat. She recognized the voice of her close friend, quickly opening her eyes to see the man erupting into giggles. She smacked his arm that was draped over her open window. “What the hell, Folio?!”
“Ow! Good to see you, too. Damn.” He chuckled, rubbing his arm dramatically.
Nick Folio had known Kelsey since his sophomore year of high school. She was the best friend of a girl he once dated, but like most teenage romances, it quickly fizzled out after a few months. They had been acquaintances, but it wasn’t until the following year they became closer, forming a friendship of their own.
They had periods where they grew closer and would drift apart depending on what was going on in their lives. Relationships came and went for both of them, some more serious than others. School and work consumed her for months at a time. Life got hectic, especially for Nick with the growth of the band. Despite the odds, they stayed in touch. She would visit him when she could, seeing shows around the country over the years. And every time, he would somehow find ways to secure her a backstage pass.
“Yeah, yeah,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes at him. Once she got a good look at him, she saw that he was dressed in one of his Harley Davidson shirts and a pair of swimming trunks. She cursed at him internally that he was already getting the glow of summer on his skin.
”You’re late.” He clipped the last words against his teeth in disapproval.
She snorted, “Some of us have real jobs, Nicholas.”
His head bobbled with the words, throwing her attitude right back at her. ”I think saying a bartender is a real job is a bit of a stretch, Kelsey.”
”You’re such a dick,” she said with a breathy laugh. “Lemme out of here,” she huffed, pushing the car door open to nudge him away. Once she stood to her aching feet, he pulled her in for a hug.
Through all their teasing, Nick never grew tired of being around her. He would hate to admit it out of fear of being teased by the guys, but he’d been excited for her arrival. He would shrug off that feeling, but just as he predicted, she was breathtaking, becoming more beautiful each time he saw her.
Truly, deep down he accepted that she was simply out of his league and that it was better for them to just be friends— and he loved her as such. However, their friendship didn’t take away from the fact he was still attracted to her.
He squeezed her tighter than he should, catching the sweet scent of her strawberry shampoo from her hair. Kelsey relaxed into him and wrapped her hands around his back. She held on for a few extra seconds, soaking up his warmth and the weight of arms on her shoulders. His presence put her at ease, melting away any anxiety she had felt on the drive down. It had been months since they’d seen each other, but it always amazed her how well they seemed to pick right back up where they left off.
She was the one to pull away, and over his shoulder, she spotted his motorcycle between the parked cars. “You rode the bike down?”
He flashed a mischievous grin, the one that made his nose scrunch up in that way she loved. “Hell yeah! I even ordered another helmet so you can ride with me this time.”
Her eyes widened in fear and she pushed her hand against his chest, stumbling back from him. “You didn’t.”
”I did and I’m gonna get you on there, Kels,” he stated confidently, walking toward the trunk of her car. “It’s going to happen this time.”
She leaned in the open window and popped the lever on the inside of the door, letting him grab her bag, huffing, “You’re fucking crazy, Folio.”
He laughed, shaking his head as he shut the trunk and slung her bag over his shoulder. “It’s really not as scary as you’re making it out to be.”
”No, you’re right.” She rolled her eyes to add to the sarcasm and started making her way to the house. “It’s only hanging on for dear life on the back of a motorcycle. I’m totally overreacting.”
He stepped in front of her and spun to face her, walking backward. He pouted his lip and gave her his best set of puppy eyes. “Don’t you trust your dear ol’ friend?”
”I’ve learned that it’s the dearest of friends that get me in the most trouble.”
“Is Kelsey gluten-free?” Matt asked, staring blankly at the shelves of bread in front of him. “I can’t remember...”
Noah had been scrolling away on his phone, mindlessly pushing the shopping cart behind his friend throughout the store. He shrugged, mumbling, “I dunno.” Matt pushed out an irritated sigh, making Noah peel his eyes away from his screen. Matt was tenser than ever, scrolling up and down the grocery list he had made in his notes app. “I think you’re stressing yourself out, man.”
“I’m not stressed,” Matt grumbled under his breath, tossing a pack of hamburger buns into the cart without bothering to look where they ended up.
Noah eyed him closely, moving the delicate bread to a safer spot as the cart filled up. “You’ve been on edge since we got here. We’re on vacation, remember? Loosen the manager reins a little, yeah?”
“Can you just find out, please?!” He snapped back, shooting Noah an icy glare.
“Okay, okay.” Noah threw his hands up defensively, knowing better than to test Matt’s patience when he was in a mood like this. Matt could have just as easily messaged her himself, having her number in the group chat for this trip.
”Thank you.” Matt gave him an apologetic look, pulling the cart along.
Noah found Kelsey’s name in his contacts and started typing out the text. After sending it, he locked his phone, pushing the cart along by his elbows. He empathized with Matt’s current state, knowing the reason why he was acting this way. ”So…are you planning on ever making a move on her?”
Matt scoffed, but instead of denying it, he responded with, “I don’t think she’s into me like that.”
“You don’t know that,” Noah said flatly. He could agree that Kelsey was a gorgeous girl, but he’s also seen his friend be with beautiful women over the years.
Matt shifted on his feet, showing a vulnerable side of himself to Noah. It was unlike him to have someone make his confidence falter like she had. ”Oh, come on, what about her and Folio?”
Noah knew where the conversation was going, but he played along anyway. ”And what about them?”
”Have you seen them together? They’re practically attached at the fucking hip,” Matt said with a dry laugh and a heavy roll of his eyes, using the humor of it as a sheild.
”I have.” Noah wasn’t buying into Matt’s moment of self-doubt, but he couldn’t say he was wrong either. It was no secret amongst them that Folio and Kelsey flirted along the boundary of ‘just friends’ for a while now.
They had a little standoff in the middle of the bread aisle, giving each other a look that would level anyone else. They stared in silence for a few seconds before Matt threw his hands up, defeated. “Well, all I’m saying is that they should just fuck and be together already.”
“And I’m saying is that they aren’t…at least that I know of,” Noah explained as if he was suddenly the voice of reason, adding, “And you know how Folio is. That dude can’t keep a secret to save his life.”
”I don’t know...”
“You and I both know that he’s been fumbling Kelsey for almost ten fucking years. And don’t forget they’ve been seeing other people all this time. I’m just trying to tell you it’s now or never, dude.”
Noah watched the gears turning in Matt’s head. He had a point, but Matt also knew the reason why Kelsey’s and Folio’s past relationships never worked out in the long run. No girl Nick dated trusted him around Kelsey despite how cool they tried to seem to be with it, and he didn’t blame them. As for Kelsey, he saw the men she brought around — all of them revealing their insecurity when it came to Nick Folio in her life. Another thing he somewhat understood. Just friends are not, there was an undeniable bond and chemistry between them, one that he, himself, felt he couldn’t break through. “This sounds like a terrible idea.”
Throwing caution to the wind, Noah asked, ”What could go wrong?”
”What could go wrong?!” Matt scoffed, planting himself back to reality. He walked toward the end of the aisle, sending his next words over his shoulder. “A lot of things... everything. It could ruin our entire trip for fuck’s sake.”
Noah groaned, but followed him anyway, “I don’t know, man. Do whatever the hell you want, but just cut it out with the fucking pining. You’re grossing me the hell out.”
Matt halted abruptly, and if Noah hadn’t stopped in time, the cart would’ve clipped the back of his heels. He struck a nerve being the only one that Matt could trust with this. He whipped around and wrapped his hands around the basket of the cart, and to anyone passing by, it looked as though they were bickering like an old married couple. “Just because you’re going solo bachelor this time doesn’t give you the right to be a dickhead.”
Despite understanding the source of his close friend’s agitation, he was one of the few who could give it right back to him. Noah spits back, keeping his voice low, “Being obsessed with her doesn’t give you the right to be an asshole either.”
His eyes narrowed as he bit back his next words on his tongue, but he decided to drop it. Even though he could shed the frustration, Noah’s accusation would fester in the back of his mind for days. He wasn’t obsessed with Kelsey, he was just into her. It was a dumb little crush on a hot girl they hung out with —one that he was sure he would get over soon enough. “Has she responded yet?”
Noah checked his phone and frowned. “No, but she’s probably still driving though.”
“Fuck it. I’ll just get some anyway.” Matt huffed, throwing a loaf of gluten-free bread from the shelf into the cart.
While Matt worked on putting the last bag of groceries away in the kitchen, Nick ushered Kelsey inside the house. The second he heard her voice, his heart collapsed into the pit of his stomach.
Her laugh carried up the stairs, echoing throughout the second floor. He saw Folio first, and then her trailing behind. She lit up, waving to both him and Noah as she greeted them, “Hey guys!”
“Hey,” they responded in unison.
Matt had come to find that Kelsey held her own, matching Folio’s charming personality —kind to those around her, but a spitfire when it mattered. She wasn’t afraid to laugh the loudest, to be the center of the room. To him, she was the room where no one else mattered, and it scared him, to be drawn to her this much like a moth to a flame. So cliche he thought. But unlike the others, he saw when she was that quiet wallflower — moments where she sat back to take it all in.
He watched her stroll into the kitchen bursting with energy. She looked beautiful, somehow more than the last time he saw her. Her raven-black hair was a few inches longer, draping down her shoulders in loose waves and pulled back from her face with the pair of Raybans perched on her head. Her cheeks were already sun-kissed and her effortless smile beamed at them both as she greeted Noah with a friendly hug.
Before he knew it, she was standing before him, asking, “Didn’t bring the dogs?”
He blanked, lost in the swells of her blue-gray eyes. After swallowing thickly, he answered with a nervous laugh, “Not this time. They’re with a friend of mine for the week.”
“Aww. I was looking forward to seeing them,” she pouted, before pulling her lips back into her usual smile. “How are you though?”
Before he could say another word, she opened her arms for a hug and stepped forward. He stumbled through it, catching her in an awkward side embrace instead. Her hand brushed his bare skin along his side that was exposed through his cut-off tee and it made his heart race. He wanted her to let it rest there for longer, but his pat on her shoulder caused her to pull away.
”I’m good.” Matt struggled with small talk, especially for her. He cleared his throat, and changed the subject, gesturing to Noah with an open hand. “We just got back from a grocery run a few minutes ago.”
”Oh fuck!” She gasped, a look of worry painting across her face, reaching into her purse. “Let me know what to chip in for food.”
Matt was quick to wave her off. “Don’t worry about that. We only picked up the basics.”
Noah added, “He got a bunch of stuff to cook burgers on the grill tonight.”
“Oh, hell yeah, I love burgers on the grill,” she said excitedly with a soft groan. It was a sound that made Matt’s thoughts wander as much as his eyes. They drifted down her layered necklaces, lingering on the snake tattoo wrapping around the curve of her right collarbone, eventually following the low hemline of her tank top. He couldn’t help but notice the light sheen of sweat on the soft curves of her tits. Matt snapped himself back before she looked back at him. “And the house is fucking awesome by the way.”
He took the compliment, believing that it was praise solely for him. All he did was search online for rentals that met their accommodations, and once a place was agreed on, had the group chip in their portion for booking. “Thanks. It was great that everyone went in on it. Everyone’s schedules are so fucked when we’re off tour, ya know?”
Matt had turned away to toss bags of chips into the cabinet, missing Kelsey’s confused expression.
Folio having a sense of where the conversation would end up, cut in, “Wanna check out your room?”
“Yeah, sure,” she responded, pausing with hesitation before reaching out and brushing Matt’s arm. “We’ll have to catch up later, yeah?”
“That’d be sick,” he called out as she already started to walk away. She gave him a weak smile before following Folio to her room upstairs.
Once they were out of earshot, Noah blew out a laugh through his nose as if he had been holding it the entire time. “Smooth.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Matt was cringing at himself. It was the first time he’d seen her in months, and he was already screwing up a simple conversation.
Noah popped another pretzel into his mouth. “Should’ve brought the dogs.”
“If you don’t stop, I swear I’m gonna drag you out there and drown you in the ocean myself.”
Kelsey plopped on the edge of the bed as Nick swung her bag off his shoulder to lay it beside her feet. He straightened and took in the room for himself, blowing out a heavy sigh, “So…whaddya’ think?”
She looked around the bedroom, nodding while noticing that the owners stayed true to the beach theme with all the nautical decor covering the walls. ”It’s really nice.”
“The one I’m in is right next to yours,” he explained, walking over to the window to point out to the ocean. “The view is fucking sick too.”
“It is,” she hummed softly, wanting to simply enjoy this like him without a second thought, but what Matt had said weighed on her mind regardless of Nick’s attempt to distract her. The reality of it all was settling now that she was here, sitting in front of him. She picked at the loose threads of her denim shorts anxiously, asking, “So why’d you invite me?”
He laughed at first, thinking that she was messing with him, “What do you mean?”
For a fleeting moment, she felt out of place. She wasn't in the band, nor was she part of the crew. ”I guess I’m wondering why you didn’t bring one of your guy friends down here? What about Kooter?”
He snorted at the thought, “Well, for one, you’re way hotter in a bathing suit.”
She didn’t laugh at his joke, but her voice dropped, changing to low and stern — a stark contrast from her usual bubbliness, ”Nick, I’m serious.”
He finally pulled away from the window to look at her, realizing that the energy suddenly shifted between them as if all the excitement she felt popped like a balloon.
“I dunno, Kels.” He scratched the back of his neck, thinking of what to tell her. “…because I wanted you to come down.” It was a simple answer, but it’s the honest truth. From when the idea was first pitched to the guys, he only had her in mind. It just felt so vulnerable once he said it aloud to her. He couldn’t look at her reaction, causing a nervous laugh to break free, “Shit. You had even said so yourself that you’ve always wanted to check out the Outer Banks. And I was thinking it was gonna be different than what we have back home.” Nick knew he was rambling, so he shifted his weight on his feet, turning to pick up an anchor figurine from the top of the dresser. Worrying that he had disappointed her somehow, he asked, “Why? You not happy you came?”
“I am happy,” she assured, but her voice didn’t match the words. Something was still bothering her, and her shoulders fell with the massive sigh she let out. “Why didn’t you tell me about chipping in?”
His breath suddenly caught in his throat, “Didn’t tell you what?”
“Did you pay for me?”
Nick didn’t anticipate her confronting him about it like this when he made the decision weeks ago. He took a long pause, drumming along on the edge of the wooden dresser with his index fingers before admitting, “I mean…yeah…”
“Damn it, Nick. I can pay for myself,” she scoffed. He could see that she was frustrated. While they rarely fought, she wasn’t shy to tell him how she felt. The last thing she wanted was a handout — to feel like a burden now that she was staying here under different pretenses than the rest of them. “Now I really feel like a charity case, dude.”
“Stop it, Kelsey.” He felt guilty, thinking he ruined the trip before it had a chance to even start. “You’re not a charity case. I didn’t pay for you as some weird thing or out of pity.” His voice cracked slightly, fearing he crossed an unknown boundary within their friendship. This was uncomfortable for him to talk about, and his constant fidgeting with the random decorations sitting on the dresser showed it. “I know you’ve been through some shit lately. I guess I just…I just wanted you to come down and not stress about having to give Matt money or some shit.”
She could’ve stayed angry at him, or even embarrassed, but her heart warmed at the thought of his gesture. She believed him and knew that Nick meant well, watching out for her when most friends would look the other way when she needed a helping hand. She didn’t tell him much about her somewhat recent break-up with her ex-boyfriend, Justin, when they texted. The only thing he had really gotten from her vague responses was that they left things on bad terms and her hinting that she had been picking up the pieces of her life for the last few months. “Are you gonna let me pay you back?”
”Nope.” He made the word pop on his lips, causing that grin of his to return. “Just chip in for alcohol or whatever if you want.”
She rolled her eyes at him, but laughed, “You fucking asshole.”
He wanted to join her, but he pulled his brows together and pointed a finger at her as if to scold her. “I’m serious though. It’s not a big deal so stop making it one.”
She leaned back on the bed and let a small smile curl the corners of her lips. As quickly as the mood changed when they stepped into the room, things were right back to how they always were between them. “Fine, but you gotta stop making it seem like I’m scared of Matt. He’s just a little…intense.”
He blew an airy laugh through his nose, “Alright, but I don’t understand why you think he hates you.”
“It’s not that I think he hates me…I just don’t think he likes me very much,” she said with a laugh.
He closed the distance between them and sat down on the bed beside her. While he might’ve disagreed, he really couldn’t deny that his friend wasn’t the warmest and fuzziest person to be around. He tipped his head to the side, admitting, “Matt is…Matt.” Another thought popped into his head, and he giggled before the words could even leave his mouth, “Maybe he’s got a crush on you or something.”
She shoved his arm with enough force that he almost fell off the mattress. “No, he does not!”
Nick was restless, tossing and turning on the unfamiliar mattress for nearly an hour. Sleeping in strange beds wasn’t new, and yet, he couldn’t shut off his brain and quiet the thoughts in his head. The rest of the evening went well with everyone settling in. Weed always took the edge off, and he thought the few beers he had after dinner would’ve helped lull him asleep. They didn’t tonight.
He flipped onto his back and slipped his hand beneath his boxers to cup his soft cock in his hand for comfort. He lay there in the dark for a while, eventually deciding that the release might help his sleeplessness.
Once he gave into the impulse, he felt himself grow within seconds, hardening in his own grasp with the steady beat of his heart. He freed himself from his boxers but didn’t think about anything at first other than the feeling of gently stroking himself. He spit into his hand and rolled his wet palm over the head of his cock.
Nick’s brain must’ve been stuck reliving the day because the image of Kelsey flashed in his mind. He remembered the perfect soft, round curve of her ass in her bikini from earlier in the night when they smoked a joint on the deck together. He’d feel guilty to admit it, but he watched her walk away too many times, eyes fixed on how it bounced with her steps. With the slick glide of his fingers up and down his shaft, he let himself indulge in the fantasy. He imagined how it would feel to run his hands over it, to see it move if he fucked her from behind — pictured how her pussy would look gripping his cock.
She would be so fucking tight and warm, he thought, squeezing himself and pretending that it was her instead. The rhythm of his strokes picked up, and he could feel his orgasm start to build rapidly. He spit in his hand again fantasizing how wet she would be taking his cock, how he would glide so easily inside her.
He pumped his fist over himself thinking about how she might arch her back and bury her face in the pillow to muffle her moans. He wondered how her silken, black hair would feel wrapped within his fingers. There was nothing slow or gentle about his movements. He wasn’t edging himself tonight, he was rushing right to the finish line.
He pushed himself to the tipping point, wanting to leave her fucked out and breathless so she cried his name when she came around him. His imagination was so powerful he could’ve sworn he heard his name in her voice.
“Nick.”
It was all too much. With his head thrown back into his pillow and eyes clamped shut, he completely let go. Through a louder groan than he thought, he came harder than he had in months, spilling warm cum onto his hand until he slowed his strokes to a stop.
”Uhm…Nick?” A soft voice broke the silence.
Startled and scared shitless, he jolted up and gasped, “Oh, fuck!”
In the darkness with only a small night light illuminating the room, he saw someone standing in the doorway. He scrambled to throw the blanket over himself, hoping to God they didn’t see anything.
“…Kelsey?” He asked breathlessly as his eyes started to focus.
Unsure of what she should do and riddled with new-found anxiety, she hesitated for a few seconds before finally whispering, “Yeah, I’m sorry... I thought you were awake. I-I did knock…but uh…I actually came over to ask if I could borrow your phone charger for the night. I think I left mine in my car.”
Dazed and embarrassed, he blanked, “Uh...”
“Ya’ know what? Don’t worry about it. I can get mine…“
“No! No, it’s okay. You can borrow mine,” he insisted. “It’s plugged in the wall right over here.” She waited, perhaps thinking he would grab it and hand it to her, but he didn’t move an inch. “It’s by the nightstand.”
“Oh, sorry.” She stepped forward realizing she was the one that was supposed to get it. Tension was thicker than ever between them as she reached to unplug the charger behind the little beside table. She wouldn’t even look at him, and he couldn’t do anything but lay there guilty and sticky in his own cum.
“Must’ve been sleep-talking again,” Nick blurted out in an attempt to save face. He knew deep down she wouldn’t believe that excuse, because there was no way in hell she didn’t know what he was doing. His face was flushed so hot with shame he felt like he might puke right then.
He wanted to die.
“Yeah…I think I do that, too, sometimes,” she laughed awkwardly, shuffling to the door in a rush. “Thanks for the charger. Night.”
“Goodnight, Kels,” Nick said back, but she was already gone. He heard the soft click of her bedrooom door and collapsed back into his pillow, cursing at himself, “You fucking dumbass.”
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THIS IS SO COOL!!!
Noah x Nick
It's not done.
I am still procrastinating.
I'm pissed because it doesn't look like it should.
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But I'm tired to do any changes on what is already done...
So it looks shitty. But I'm not gonna destroy it.
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Men shouldn't be allowed to be this pretty 📸 heffylynn
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today on the boy is in my brain
(@darksigns-exe assassination attempt)
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Never Just Friends: OBX - Day 1
Pairing: Nick Folio x OFC, Matt Dierkes x OFC, Nick Folio x OFC x Matt Dierkes
Summary: Invited to come along on a trip to the Outer Banks for eight days with the guys, Kelsey soon found that her close friendship with Nick Folio might be more than she realized. Dancing around what one would argue was the inevitable for years, it might’ve been easy for them to venture into that uncharted territory if it wasn’t for Matt Dierkes. To him, this was his one chance to step out from the sidelines and confess his true feelings, and he was determined to take it. Things evolved faster than all three could’ve anticipated, and they soon found themselves in the riptide of an unexpected love triangle.
Word Count: 3.4k
A/N: This has been so much fun to put together. I’m excited to share the first installment, and I plan (loosely) to post each one on Friday. Hope y’all enjoy this series. Feedback is always appreciated
Special shoutout to @the-way-of-words for all the brainstorming and support while I write this.
Warnings: cursing, mentions of drug use, sexually explicit content - 18+ (male masturbation)
“This can’t be right,” Kelsey mumbled as she double-checked her phone’s GPS. Her foot planted on the brakes, she hesitated, looking around to see if there were any cars she recognized. After a heavy sigh to reassure herself, she pulled the beater Ford Focus into the driveway.
The house was simply massive. There before her, looking out into the ocean, it stood at an impressive three floors high, painted a beautiful cornflower blue with pristine white shutters. This was her first time visiting the Outer Banks, and she had come to find out that a house like this was a dime a dozen here.
Still, she felt like she had the wrong address. This was a lifestyle she could never afford, something she would only imagine after seeing pictures and videos of a place like this. These were ocean-front properties, perched on the highly desired shoreline like a throne — mere summer homes for the wealthy and affluent.
“How the fuck did they score this place for a week?” She asked herself, creeping her vehicle along the pavement. This was way above her tax bracket as a bartender, making her feel as though she was a lone stray they happened to take in.
She parked behind one of the other cars and cut the engine to take in the scenery around her. The salty sea air flowing through her open windows, the distant cries of seagulls, the afternoon sun already tanning her bare arms, to the view she was going to have for the next eight days.
“What took you so fucking long?!” A male voice popped out of nowhere.
“Fuck!” She shrieked, nearly jumping out of her seat. She recognized the voice of her close friend, quickly opening her eyes to see the man erupting into giggles. She smacked his arm that was draped over her open window. “What the hell, Folio?!”
“Ow! Good to see you, too. Damn.” He chuckled, rubbing his arm dramatically.
Nick Folio had known Kelsey since his sophomore year of high school. She was the best friend of a girl he once dated, but like most teenage romances, it quickly fizzled out after a few months. They had been acquaintances, but it wasn’t until the following year they became closer, forming a friendship of their own.
They had periods where they grew closer and would drift apart depending on what was going on in their lives. Relationships came and went for both of them, some more serious than others. School and work consumed her for months at a time. Life got hectic, especially for Nick with the growth of the band. Despite the odds, they stayed in touch. She would visit him when she could, seeing shows around the country over the years. And every time, he would somehow find ways to secure her a backstage pass.
“Yeah, yeah,” she scoffed, rolling her eyes at him. Once she got a good look at him, she saw that he was dressed in one of his Harley Davidson shirts and a pair of swimming trunks. She cursed at him internally that he was already getting the glow of summer on his skin.
”You’re late.” He clipped the last words against his teeth in disapproval.
She snorted, “Some of us have real jobs, Nicholas.”
His head bobbled with the words, throwing her attitude right back at her. ”I think saying a bartender is a real job is a bit of a stretch, Kelsey.”
”You’re such a dick,” she said with a breathy laugh. “Lemme out of here,” she huffed, pushing the car door open to nudge him away. Once she stood to her aching feet, he pulled her in for a hug.
Through all their teasing, Nick never grew tired of being around her. He would hate to admit it out of fear of being teased by the guys, but he’d been excited for her arrival. He would shrug off that feeling, but just as he predicted, she was breathtaking, becoming more beautiful each time he saw her.
Truly, deep down he accepted that she was simply out of his league and that it was better for them to just be friends— and he loved her as such. However, their friendship didn’t take away from the fact he was still attracted to her.
He squeezed her tighter than he should, catching the sweet scent of her strawberry shampoo from her hair. Kelsey relaxed into him and wrapped her hands around his back. She held on for a few extra seconds, soaking up his warmth and the weight of arms on her shoulders. His presence put her at ease, melting away any anxiety she had felt on the drive down. It had been months since they’d seen each other, but it always amazed her how well they seemed to pick right back up where they left off.
She was the one to pull away, and over his shoulder, she spotted his motorcycle between the parked cars. “You rode the bike down?”
He flashed a mischievous grin, the one that made his nose scrunch up in that way she loved. “Hell yeah! I even ordered another helmet so you can ride with me this time.”
Her eyes widened in fear and she pushed her hand against his chest, stumbling back from him. “You didn’t.”
”I did and I’m gonna get you on there, Kels,” he stated confidently, walking toward the trunk of her car. “It’s going to happen this time.”
She leaned in the open window and popped the lever on the inside of the door, letting him grab her bag, huffing, “You’re fucking crazy, Folio.”
He laughed, shaking his head as he shut the trunk and slung her bag over his shoulder. “It’s really not as scary as you’re making it out to be.”
”No, you’re right.” She rolled her eyes to add to the sarcasm and started making her way to the house. “It’s only hanging on for dear life on the back of a motorcycle. I’m totally overreacting.”
He stepped in front of her and spun to face her, walking backward. He pouted his lip and gave her his best set of puppy eyes. “Don’t you trust your dear ol’ friend?”
”I’ve learned that it’s the dearest of friends that get me in the most trouble.”
“Is Kelsey gluten-free?” Matt asked, staring blankly at the shelves of bread in front of him. “I can’t remember...”
Noah had been scrolling away on his phone, mindlessly pushing the shopping cart behind his friend throughout the store. He shrugged, mumbling, “I dunno.” Matt pushed out an irritated sigh, making Noah peel his eyes away from his screen. Matt was tenser than ever, scrolling up and down the grocery list he had made in his notes app. “I think you’re stressing yourself out, man.”
“I’m not stressed,” Matt grumbled under his breath, tossing a pack of hamburger buns into the cart without bothering to look where they ended up.
Noah eyed him closely, moving the delicate bread to a safer spot as the cart filled up. “You’ve been on edge since we got here. We’re on vacation, remember? Loosen the manager reins a little, yeah?”
“Can you just find out, please?!” He snapped back, shooting Noah an icy glare.
“Okay, okay.” Noah threw his hands up defensively, knowing better than to test Matt’s patience when he was in a mood like this. Matt could have just as easily messaged her himself, having her number in the group chat for this trip.
”Thank you.” Matt gave him an apologetic look, pulling the cart along.
Noah found Kelsey’s name in his contacts and started typing out the text. After sending it, he locked his phone, pushing the cart along by his elbows. He empathized with Matt’s current state, knowing the reason why he was acting this way. ”So…are you planning on ever making a move on her?”
Matt scoffed, but instead of denying it, he responded with, “I don’t think she’s into me like that.”
“You don’t know that,” Noah said flatly. He could agree that Kelsey was a gorgeous girl, but he’s also seen his friend be with beautiful women over the years.
Matt shifted on his feet, showing a vulnerable side of himself to Noah. It was unlike him to have someone make his confidence falter like she had. ”Oh, come on, what about her and Folio?”
Noah knew where the conversation was going, but he played along anyway. ”And what about them?”
”Have you seen them together? They’re practically attached at the fucking hip,” Matt said with a dry laugh and a heavy roll of his eyes, using the humor of it as a sheild.
”I have.” Noah wasn’t buying into Matt’s moment of self-doubt, but he couldn’t say he was wrong either. It was no secret amongst them that Folio and Kelsey flirted along the boundary of ‘just friends’ for a while now.
They had a little standoff in the middle of the bread aisle, giving each other a look that would level anyone else. They stared in silence for a few seconds before Matt threw his hands up, defeated. “Well, all I’m saying is that they should just fuck and be together already.”
“And I’m saying is that they aren’t…at least that I know of,” Noah explained as if he was suddenly the voice of reason, adding, “And you know how Folio is. That dude can’t keep a secret to save his life.”
”I don’t know...”
“You and I both know that he’s been fumbling Kelsey for almost ten fucking years. And don’t forget they’ve been seeing other people all this time. I’m just trying to tell you it’s now or never, dude.”
Noah watched the gears turning in Matt’s head. He had a point, but Matt also knew the reason why Kelsey’s and Folio’s past relationships never worked out in the long run. No girl Nick dated trusted him around Kelsey despite how cool they tried to seem to be with it, and he didn’t blame them. As for Kelsey, he saw the men she brought around — all of them revealing their insecurity when it came to Nick Folio in her life. Another thing he somewhat understood. Just friends are not, there was an undeniable bond and chemistry between them, one that he, himself, felt he couldn’t break through. “This sounds like a terrible idea.”
Throwing caution to the wind, Noah asked, ”What could go wrong?”
”What could go wrong?!” Matt scoffed, planting himself back to reality. He walked toward the end of the aisle, sending his next words over his shoulder. “A lot of things... everything. It could ruin our entire trip for fuck’s sake.”
Noah groaned, but followed him anyway, “I don’t know, man. Do whatever the hell you want, but just cut it out with the fucking pining. You’re grossing me the hell out.”
Matt halted abruptly, and if Noah hadn’t stopped in time, the cart would’ve clipped the back of his heels. He struck a nerve being the only one that Matt could trust with this. He whipped around and wrapped his hands around the basket of the cart, and to anyone passing by, it looked as though they were bickering like an old married couple. “Just because you’re going solo bachelor this time doesn’t give you the right to be a dickhead.”
Despite understanding the source of his close friend’s agitation, he was one of the few who could give it right back to him. Noah spits back, keeping his voice low, “Being obsessed with her doesn’t give you the right to be an asshole either.”
His eyes narrowed as he bit back his next words on his tongue, but he decided to drop it. Even though he could shed the frustration, Noah’s accusation would fester in the back of his mind for days. He wasn’t obsessed with Kelsey, he was just into her. It was a dumb little crush on a hot girl they hung out with —one that he was sure he would get over soon enough. “Has she responded yet?”
Noah checked his phone and frowned. “No, but she’s probably still driving though.”
“Fuck it. I’ll just get some anyway.” Matt huffed, throwing a loaf of gluten-free bread from the shelf into the cart.
While Matt worked on putting the last bag of groceries away in the kitchen, Nick ushered Kelsey inside the house. The second he heard her voice, his heart collapsed into the pit of his stomach.
Her laugh carried up the stairs, echoing throughout the second floor. He saw Folio first, and then her trailing behind. She lit up, waving to both him and Noah as she greeted them, “Hey guys!”
“Hey,” they responded in unison.
Matt had come to find that Kelsey held her own, matching Folio’s charming personality —kind to those around her, but a spitfire when it mattered. She wasn’t afraid to laugh the loudest, to be the center of the room. To him, she was the room where no one else mattered, and it scared him, to be drawn to her this much like a moth to a flame. So cliche he thought. But unlike the others, he saw when she was that quiet wallflower — moments where she sat back to take it all in.
He watched her stroll into the kitchen bursting with energy. She looked beautiful, somehow more than the last time he saw her. Her raven-black hair was a few inches longer, draping down her shoulders in loose waves and pulled back from her face with the pair of Raybans perched on her head. Her cheeks were already sun-kissed and her effortless smile beamed at them both as she greeted Noah with a friendly hug.
Before he knew it, she was standing before him, asking, “Didn’t bring the dogs?”
He blanked, lost in the swells of her blue-gray eyes. After swallowing thickly, he answered with a nervous laugh, “Not this time. They’re with a friend of mine for the week.”
“Aww. I was looking forward to seeing them,” she pouted, before pulling her lips back into her usual smile. “How are you though?”
Before he could say another word, she opened her arms for a hug and stepped forward. He stumbled through it, catching her in an awkward side embrace instead. Her hand brushed his bare skin along his side that was exposed through his cut-off tee and it made his heart race. He wanted her to let it rest there for longer, but his pat on her shoulder caused her to pull away.
”I’m good.” Matt struggled with small talk, especially for her. He cleared his throat, and changed the subject, gesturing to Noah with an open hand. “We just got back from a grocery run a few minutes ago.”
”Oh fuck!” She gasped, a look of worry painting across her face, reaching into her purse. “Let me know what to chip in for food.”
Matt was quick to wave her off. “Don’t worry about that. We only picked up the basics.”
Noah added, “He got a bunch of stuff to cook burgers on the grill tonight.”
“Oh, hell yeah, I love burgers on the grill,” she said excitedly with a soft groan. It was a sound that made Matt’s thoughts wander as much as his eyes. They drifted down her layered necklaces, lingering on the snake tattoo wrapping around the curve of her right collarbone, eventually following the low hemline of her tank top. He couldn’t help but notice the light sheen of sweat on the soft curves of her tits. Matt snapped himself back before she looked back at him. “And the house is fucking awesome by the way.”
He took the compliment, believing that it was praise solely for him. All he did was search online for rentals that met their accommodations, and once a place was agreed on, had the group chip in their portion for booking. “Thanks. It was great that everyone went in on it. Everyone’s schedules are so fucked when we’re off tour, ya know?”
Matt had turned away to toss bags of chips into the cabinet, missing Kelsey’s confused expression.
Folio having a sense of where the conversation would end up, cut in, “Wanna check out your room?”
“Yeah, sure,” she responded, pausing with hesitation before reaching out and brushing Matt’s arm. “We’ll have to catch up later, yeah?”
“That’d be sick,” he called out as she already started to walk away. She gave him a weak smile before following Folio to her room upstairs.
Once they were out of earshot, Noah blew out a laugh through his nose as if he had been holding it the entire time. “Smooth.”
“Shut the fuck up.” Matt was cringing at himself. It was the first time he’d seen her in months, and he was already screwing up a simple conversation.
Noah popped another pretzel into his mouth. “Should’ve brought the dogs.”
“If you don’t stop, I swear I’m gonna drag you out there and drown you in the ocean myself.”
Kelsey plopped on the edge of the bed as Nick swung her bag off his shoulder to lay it beside her feet. He straightened and took in the room for himself, blowing out a heavy sigh, “So…whaddya’ think?”
She looked around the bedroom, nodding while noticing that the owners stayed true to the beach theme with all the nautical decor covering the walls. ”It’s really nice.”
“The one I’m in is right next to yours,” he explained, walking over to the window to point out to the ocean. “The view is fucking sick too.”
“It is,” she hummed softly, wanting to simply enjoy this like him without a second thought, but what Matt had said weighed on her mind regardless of Nick’s attempt to distract her. The reality of it all was settling now that she was here, sitting in front of him. She picked at the loose threads of her denim shorts anxiously, asking, “So why’d you invite me?”
He laughed at first, thinking that she was messing with him, “What do you mean?”
For a fleeting moment, she felt out of place. She wasn't in the band, nor was she part of the crew. ”I guess I’m wondering why you didn’t bring one of your guy friends down here? What about Kooter?”
He snorted at the thought, “Well, for one, you’re way hotter in a bathing suit.”
She didn’t laugh at his joke, but her voice dropped, changing to low and stern — a stark contrast from her usual bubbliness, ”Nick, I’m serious.”
He finally pulled away from the window to look at her, realizing that the energy suddenly shifted between them as if all the excitement she felt popped like a balloon.
“I dunno, Kels.” He scratched the back of his neck, thinking of what to tell her. “…because I wanted you to come down.” It was a simple answer, but it’s the honest truth. From when the idea was first pitched to the guys, he only had her in mind. It just felt so vulnerable once he said it aloud to her. He couldn’t look at her reaction, causing a nervous laugh to break free, “Shit. You had even said so yourself that you’ve always wanted to check out the Outer Banks. And I was thinking it was gonna be different than what we have back home.” Nick knew he was rambling, so he shifted his weight on his feet, turning to pick up an anchor figurine from the top of the dresser. Worrying that he had disappointed her somehow, he asked, “Why? You not happy you came?”
“I am happy,” she assured, but her voice didn’t match the words. Something was still bothering her, and her shoulders fell with the massive sigh she let out. “Why didn’t you tell me about chipping in?”
His breath suddenly caught in his throat, “Didn’t tell you what?”
“Did you pay for me?”
Nick didn’t anticipate her confronting him about it like this when he made the decision weeks ago. He took a long pause, drumming along on the edge of the wooden dresser with his index fingers before admitting, “I mean…yeah…”
“Damn it, Nick. I can pay for myself,” she scoffed. He could see that she was frustrated. While they rarely fought, she wasn’t shy to tell him how she felt. The last thing she wanted was a handout — to feel like a burden now that she was staying here under different pretenses than the rest of them. “Now I really feel like a charity case, dude.”
“Stop it, Kelsey.” He felt guilty, thinking he ruined the trip before it had a chance to even start. “You’re not a charity case. I didn’t pay for you as some weird thing or out of pity.” His voice cracked slightly, fearing he crossed an unknown boundary within their friendship. This was uncomfortable for him to talk about, and his constant fidgeting with the random decorations sitting on the dresser showed it. “I know you’ve been through some shit lately. I guess I just…I just wanted you to come down and not stress about having to give Matt money or some shit.”
She could’ve stayed angry at him, or even embarrassed, but her heart warmed at the thought of his gesture. She believed him and knew that Nick meant well, watching out for her when most friends would look the other way when she needed a helping hand. She didn’t tell him much about her somewhat recent break-up with her ex-boyfriend, Justin, when they texted. The only thing he had really gotten from her vague responses was that they left things on bad terms and her hinting that she had been picking up the pieces of her life for the last few months. “Are you gonna let me pay you back?”
”Nope.” He made the word pop on his lips, causing that grin of his to return. “Just chip in for alcohol or whatever if you want.”
She rolled her eyes at him, but laughed, “You fucking asshole.”
He wanted to join her, but he pulled his brows together and pointed a finger at her as if to scold her. “I’m serious though. It’s not a big deal so stop making it one.”
She leaned back on the bed and let a small smile curl the corners of her lips. As quickly as the mood changed when they stepped into the room, things were right back to how they always were between them. “Fine, but you gotta stop making it seem like I’m scared of Matt. He’s just a little…intense.”
He blew an airy laugh through his nose, “Alright, but I don’t understand why you think he hates you.”
“It’s not that I think he hates me…I just don’t think he likes me very much,” she said with a laugh.
He closed the distance between them and sat down on the bed beside her. While he might’ve disagreed, he really couldn’t deny that his friend wasn’t the warmest and fuzziest person to be around. He tipped his head to the side, admitting, “Matt is…Matt.” Another thought popped into his head, and he giggled before the words could even leave his mouth, “Maybe he’s got a crush on you or something.”
She shoved his arm with enough force that he almost fell off the mattress. “No, he does not!”
Nick was restless, tossing and turning on the unfamiliar mattress for nearly an hour. Sleeping in strange beds wasn’t new, and yet, he couldn’t shut off his brain and quiet the thoughts in his head. The rest of the evening went well with everyone settling in. Weed always took the edge off, and he thought the few beers he had after dinner would’ve helped lull him asleep. They didn’t tonight.
He flipped onto his back and slipped his hand beneath his boxers to cup his soft cock in his hand for comfort. He lay there in the dark for a while, eventually deciding that the release might help his sleeplessness.
Once he gave into the impulse, he felt himself grow within seconds, hardening in his own grasp with the steady beat of his heart. He freed himself from his boxers but didn’t think about anything at first other than the feeling of gently stroking himself. He spit into his hand and rolled his wet palm over the head of his cock.
Nick’s brain must’ve been stuck reliving the day because the image of Kelsey flashed in his mind. He remembered the perfect soft, round curve of her ass in her bikini from earlier in the night when they smoked a joint on the deck together. He’d feel guilty to admit it, but he watched her walk away too many times, eyes fixed on how it bounced with her steps. With the slick glide of his fingers up and down his shaft, he let himself indulge in the fantasy. He imagined how it would feel to run his hands over it, to see it move if he fucked her from behind — pictured how her pussy would look gripping his cock.
She would be so fucking tight and warm, he thought, squeezing himself and pretending that it was her instead. The rhythm of his strokes picked up, and he could feel his orgasm start to build rapidly. He spit in his hand again fantasizing how wet she would be taking his cock, how he would glide so easily inside her.
He pumped his fist over himself thinking about how she might arch her back and bury her face in the pillow to muffle her moans. He wondered how her silken, black hair would feel wrapped within his fingers. There was nothing slow or gentle about his movements. He wasn’t edging himself tonight, he was rushing right to the finish line.
He pushed himself to the tipping point, wanting to leave her fucked out and breathless so she cried his name when she came around him. His imagination was so powerful he could’ve sworn he heard his name in her voice.
“Nick.”
It was all too much. With his head thrown back into his pillow and eyes clamped shut, he completely let go. Through a louder groan than he thought, he came harder than he had in months, spilling warm cum onto his hand until he slowed his strokes to a stop.
”Uhm…Nick?” A soft voice broke the silence.
Startled and scared shitless, he jolted up and gasped, “Oh, fuck!”
In the darkness with only a small night light illuminating the room, he saw someone standing in the doorway. He scrambled to throw the blanket over himself, hoping to God they didn’t see anything.
“…Kelsey?” He asked breathlessly as his eyes started to focus.
Unsure of what she should do and riddled with new-found anxiety, she hesitated for a few seconds before finally whispering, “Yeah, I’m sorry... I thought you were awake. I-I did knock…but uh…I actually came over to ask if I could borrow your phone charger for the night. I think I left mine in my car.”
Dazed and embarrassed, he blanked, “Uh...”
“Ya’ know what? Don’t worry about it. I can get mine…“
“No! No, it’s okay. You can borrow mine,” he insisted. “It’s plugged in the wall right over here.” She waited, perhaps thinking he would grab it and hand it to her, but he didn’t move an inch. “It’s by the nightstand.”
“Oh, sorry.” She stepped forward realizing she was the one that was supposed to get it. Tension was thicker than ever between them as she reached to unplug the charger behind the little beside table. She wouldn’t even look at him, and he couldn’t do anything but lay there guilty and sticky in his own cum.
“Must’ve been sleep-talking again,” Nick blurted out in an attempt to save face. He knew deep down she wouldn’t believe that excuse, because there was no way in hell she didn’t know what he was doing. His face was flushed so hot with shame he felt like he might puke right then.
He wanted to die.
“Yeah…I think I do that, too, sometimes,” she laughed awkwardly, shuffling to the door in a rush. “Thanks for the charger. Night.”
“Goodnight, Kels,” Nick said back, but she was already gone. He heard the soft click of her bedrooom door and collapsed back into his pillow, cursing at himself, “You fucking dumbass.”
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A Friend Down In Hell - Part One
pairing: Nick Folio x ofc (Ishtar)
warnings/tropes: slow burn, pining, idiot in love, language, drinking, mentions of violence, mentions of torture, mentions of religious mythology. (potentially more to be added)
summary: Folio can't quite tell you how long he's been dead, but it doesn't matter when he has friends like his, and Ishtar. Ishtar, with whom he fell in love the moment he met her. The problem? She doesn't know it. How does he convince a demon, who is practically immortal, to date him when he's dead? How did Ellie do it so easily?
author’s note: Story TWO of the Hell-Verse, Unbetaed.. I hope you are going to enjoy the ride that's starting!
tags: @spicywhenspeaking @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @lyschko666 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @sorrowsofsilence @collapsedglasshouses @vinyardmauro @dsireland86 @4rtificialfolio @emmmm127 @badomensls
Folio doesn’t actually know how long he’s been dead, he knew technically, but time changes depending on where you're in Hell, especially when it comes to the punishment dimensions. Those assholes can speed up time to make a day out in the real world seem like a decade for the poor bastards under their ‘care’, and Folio knew that first-hand.
Thankfully, Noah had never been one of his jailers, because he wasn’t sure he could ever be so forgiving of the shit he was put through for his punishment. He might seem like the most easygoing guy in the world, but there was a fucking line, okay mate. Noah, well, he was sort of the BOSS man of the bloody prick that had been torturing him in those first days that Folio was in Hell. On one hand, Folio could hold a grudge in the early days of when Noah would have to oversee his torture, and seeing that demon face in the other dimension, on the other, as time wore on, he got the vindictive please of cackling mercilessly at the dick-wad every time he fucked up and Noah reprimanded him…
Sometimes in front of Folio.
He swore he saw the fucker smirk a little too. Funny feeling Noah wasn’t supposed to do that, reprimand his subordinates in front of their victims, hmmmm victims? Prisoners? Subjects? Whatever he was, considering he had been constantly told he was supposed to learn his lesson in how to be a better person, it had been hilarious watching that asshat get his ass torn a new one, the incompetent fuck. It helped that most of these kinds of interactions came around the time right before Folio had earned his transition to living in the Afterlife part of Hell, instead of being imprisoned in the punishment dimensions of Hell. Boy, seeing Noah once he was free had been a shock and a half!
He’d just might have freaked out, just a little, yelled he wasn’t going back, and broken his nose! Both Jolly and Nicholas had smirked and just sat there watching the scene while Noah pinched his bleeding nose, asking if he was done now, or did he wanted to try to his jaw too?
Folio had just blinked at him at the time, rather shocked that Noah was just sitting there, looking at him with his head tipped forward while he was pinching his nose tightly to stop it bleeding. Right, so, Folio had known how to handle a broken nose, he was a biker, and he’d gotten more than a few broken noses in his time, and fixed them. Anyone that tells you to tip your head backwards when you get a bloody nose was a fucking idiot, so seeing Noah tilt his head forward showed him that the man was smart. Not just because he was the one in charge of those other dimensions. No, you tipped your head forward, so the blood didn’t flow down the back of your throat from your nose and risk choking you to death.
Seeing Noah do that, Folio made the connection, that demons must be alive if they could be hurt and die, and Noah was protecting himself. Not that he was planning on doing anything, it was just, a curious thought. He had no intention of doing anything with it, but it was something he had wondered about the bastard that had tortured him in Hell time and time again. He had wondered at that moment if Noah knew that that asshole had enjoyed the vindictive nature of his position, sadly he learned later that he did, but not all demons had the right disposition for the ability to torture and punish the way they did. However, the fact that he actually enjoyed it, was the very reason why Noah would never allow him to advance any further in his position than he was already. The bastard, in question, was a very low-level demon in the rank of the punishment dimensions. Folio, had never ranked high on the punishment scale, that demon had just always been a bastard, which was why Folio had sadly landed with him. Asshole, unfortunate, but, it was where he ended up.
So, the long and the short of it, he didn’t know for sure how long for him it had been since he’d been dead, thanks to the fact that torturous asshole had liked to play with the flow of time to mess with him, Folio did know that it had been almost five years, give or take a few, since he had been free of him. He’d been living free and clear in Hell and enjoying his life, it was a party, and he loved it here. Living in Hell, you wanted for nothing after all.
Folio wouldn’t lie. Even though he had been in Hell for a while in the punishment dimensions, it had still been a massive culture shock changing from them to living peacefully in Hell with the others. He hated to admit, that some of the demons had made him a little bit wary at first, but accepting people for who they were, wasn’t one of the lessons he had had to learn when he came to hell, and that hadn’t taken him long to adjust.
Good food, good booze, gorgeous women, what more could a guy want right?
He even had the most fucking amazing motorcycle that he had built himself from scratch. When he was alive he’d had a Harley-Davidson, which, unfortunately, had been the machine that he’d totalled, and had gotten himself killed with. Here, now, this baby was pure Hell-Born, yep, Hell had its own brand, which was fucking awesome if you asked him and Folio thrived tinkering around with it! It was so much fun! His bike was a thing of beauty, he loved working on her. Almost as much of a beauty as Ishtar.
Ishtar.
The best part of being in Hell, not being in the punishment dimensions, was Ishtar.
Folio had taken one look at Ishtar and fallen head over heels in love with that woman. Demoness. Love of his life. She was EVERYTHING. She was a purple-skinned beauty of a demon, and if anyone thought that they challenged her for his heart, they had another thing coming.
Not that she knew that.
Nope.
Jolly never let him forget it, either.
Made fun of him for it constantly.
He asked out and went out with other women constantly, they were fine, they were easy going, and they were fun to go out with, but Ishtar was different. Flirting with her was fun, and it was great, but going out with her, he knew he would crash and burn, and he’d destroy any hope he’d have of her falling absolutely and irrevocably in love with him. No. He had to get her in the perfect position, he had to ease her into the world of Folio.
Jolly just rolled his eyes at him over it.
Folio just ignored him, so what he’d been flirting with her for ages, he would get there, he had time, it wasn’t like he was going anywhere any time soon now was it? This was Hell!
Spinning around in a circle, it was a quiet morning in the soul intake office, at least the one they were running, Folio used to wonder how many of them there were because he knew countless souls were coming through Hell at any given time, but they barely handled few. However, the more he thought about it, the more his head just went in circles, until he decided that he’d rather just not know.
“Yo, Ellie, J-man,”
He chuckled, literally feeling Jolly’s unappreciative stare at the nickname when he said it,
“Okay, Jolly, how about it, who is up for coming out to the bar tonight? I feel like a night out on the town… up for some fun with me?”
Looking to the pair, hopeful that they might agree to go.
“Could rope Nick and Noah into it, come onnnnnn?”
Grinning wide, ever since Ellie made up with Noah though, if either of them agreed, then Folio was pretty sure that if one was going to the bar, the other would too. Not only had Noah not been big on letting her out of his sight lately, after her disappearing for a week, his Noah’s entourage seeing him there without her, oh it would be a field day, they’d be on him like wild fucking piranhas. Folio sometimes worried what would happen to any of those girls if Ellie found out one of them tried something with Noah. He’d had seen her getting quite good with her bat lately, not to mention, from what he heard, that Noah was still training her with other kinds of weapons. Fun times.
Scratch that, he wasn’t worried about what would happen to them. He was more worried about whether Ellie would feel guilty after. Anything they got they would deserve, especially after taking a shot at a demon lord when he was so openly involved with someone, to the level he was with Ellie. They would have it coming. However, souls here, and dealing with someone like that, are two very different things. Folio hoped Ellie wouldn’t actually have to deal with that.
Jolly shook his head slightly looking over to Folio and, Ellie not even answering before she was looking towards Jolly with his expression, wondering what was going on,
“What’s up with you?”
His attention switched from Folio to Ellie’s quizzical look, as Folio pointedly ignored the judgement written all over his oldest friend's face. He might have technically known Noah longer, but he’d been friendly with Jolly longer, mostly because the time he knew Noah longer than Jolly, the man had been the Boss-man of the guy making his life a literal, living hell, so he wasn’t counting that to his friendship quota, thank you!
“He is going into withdrawals.”
That was all he said however and Folio just rolled his eyes, Ellie looking between the pair, wondering what it was they knew and she didn’t. Sure, she’d been around for months, but there were still things that she was learning about her friends, about Hell. Even Folio, who had been around for years on top of his time in punishment, could still learn new things here and there, so who the fuck knew everything around here. He wasn’t even sure if the demons knew everything… no one knew everything, not even the demon lords! Not that he’d put it past Noah to claim he did, but Folio would flip him off for trying, though.
They probably all would, for that matter.
Now Ellie was looking at him with scrutiny, probably trying to figure out what Jolly meant when it became obvious that he wasn’t about to explain any further, and Folio just looked at her with a raised eyebrow,
“Come on, you know we all have fun when we go out, what's the harm?”
Grinning at her, his smile was wide, and bright, hopeful as he tried to convince her to come out with him, sure, he could go out on his own tonight, but it just wasn’t the same. Especially considering if he did go out on his own it would be so much more obvious why he was there, well, one of the reasons he was there. He did like hanging out with his friends too, Folio always liked hanging out with his friends, he was always up for that! Honestly, the only thing that could beat hanging out with his friends would be a night out with a beautiful lady, one in particular came to mind, but that was something else entirely.
Either way, he never went to the bar alone, never, Ishtar might ask questions!
“Eeelliiiieeeeee…. Pleeeaassseeeeee?”
He was not to proud to beg? He wasn’t… Jolly wasn’t wrong, not that he was about to admit it, but he missed his Ishtar time, he missed that gorgeous face, getting lost in the wondrous joy of her eyes, and he just knew if he ever dared to touch those lips of hers, they’d be… ahem, nope, nope he wasn’t getting distracted from his goal now. Not when his plan to get to see her, and spend time talking to her tonight was still within his reach.
“So, Ellie, how about it, bestest, ever, pal? Come onnnn?”
Looking towards her with raised eyebrows expectantly waiting as she dragged out the answer, she was doing it on purpose, he swore it, torturing him, not that he didn’t torment her right back every chance he got.
“Fine, bring Noah?”
The groan he got at the question,
“Can we skip the shot challenges Folio? Please, dragging you home passed out on the floor, and my boyfriend so drunk he thinks it would be too ungentlemanly to take advantage of me, is not my idea of a good time.”
Jolly however was chuckling from the other side of the room, Folio rolling his eyes at him, enough with that, he was just happy she agreed
“I told you, withdrawals.... you’ll figure it out. Eventually.”
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god, I fucking love these two
Matt yelling "you should be" had me cackling and of course Folio's talking about overfishing.
Your way with words is stunning, I felt like I was at the party! The power shift between the two of them was seemless, so well done, I love switches🫶🏻
Noah definitely has something Violet could use to tie up Jolly😏
Amazing job Circ, I loved every second💜
stung by the wasp
Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x OFC (Violet)
Content Warning/Tags: ⚠️ 18+MDNI!! male masturbation, male sexual fantasy, soft dom!OFC, light sub Jolly, fingering, finger riding, female masturbation, teasing, cum eating, unprotected vaginal sex, creampie.
Word Count: 5.3k
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Author’s Note: this is part 2 to the way you bend the way you break. thank you to @deathblacksmoke for beta’ing this 🤍
So come to me
No sense of restraint
It’s in Jolly’s favor that he knows the music so well. He has played their songs so many times he doesn’t even have to think about what he’s doing, he works strictly on muscle memory.
It’s in Jolly’s favor, because his mind is in a million places, but this show is not one of them.
He’s too busy thinking about her thighs wrapped around his head while he laps at her pussy. The movements and noises she makes when he inserts a finger inside her. How soft and plush her breasts feel in his hand. How being inside of her made him feral in a way he’s never felt with anyone before.
They had only had sex twice, once the night she came over and again the next morning. Jolly hadn’t seen her or barely heard from her in the ten days since she left, but she was all he could think about. He was beginning to feel like he dreamt it.
The metronome in his ear clicks and brings him back to reality for a moment. He opens his eyes and surveys the stage. He watches Nicholas screaming into his mic on the other end. He suddenly realizes what song they're on and that he’s supposed to be screaming along with him.
Shit.
Nicholas backs away from his mic and stares at him pointedly. Jolly gives the bassist an apologetic look in return and he rolls his eyes playfully, a soft smile on his lips. Nicholas can never stay mad at him for too long.
The rest of the show goes by smoothly with no issues. The embarrassment from his little mishap helped him focus but as the show continued his mind drifted back to Violet. By the time the show ended he was ripping his gear off and storming off the stage.
Jolly hears Noah and Matt call after him but he ignores them. He’s hot, dizzy, and needs to find somewhere to be alone before he loses it. The green room wasn’t an option so he stalks further backstage looking for an empty room. He finds a bathroom at the far end of the hallway and decides it will do.
He slams the door behind him and locks it, pacing the room. He threads his fingers together and places them on top of his head, breathing deeply and trying to will his thoughts away. No matter how hard he tries, they go straight back to her. It was like his mind was stuck on a loop and the only thing that would play is her.
Jolly shouldn’t be thinking about her like this. This was Violet. His best friend. She trusted him to give her what she needed and that was it. It wasn’t supposed to go any further than that. Something snapped in him that night. Now, he’s become this disgusting fiend desperate to have her again.
He strikes the door with the palm of his hand, frustrated, and leans against it. Deep breathing wasn’t working, trying to redirect his thoughts wasn’t working. The throbbing in his pants wasn’t going away and he couldn’t walk back out there in this state.
Jolly closes his eyes and his mind drifts again, back to her naked in his bed. The beautiful way she quivered when he made her cum. How sweet she tasted. She looked so gorgeous with her makeup completely ruined and running down her face. Her voice crying out for him has haunted him in his sleep since she left.
He would much prefer the soft skin of her hand than the rough calloused surface of his own, but he’s not in a position to complain. It’s still a mind blowing sensation when he spits in his hand and coats his cock, dragging the pre-cum from his slit down as well.
Jolly attempts to move slowly, limiting the noise so as not to give himself away but his thoughts betray him as he hears Violet’s voice in the back of his mind.
I need to feel you, daddy.
Jolly rests his head right below his arm, the only thing that was keeping him upright at this point. The cool metal of the door was no match for the heat radiating off of his skin. Beads of sweat form between his brows and drop from his face as he furrows them.
He bites back the moans that threaten to spill from him. He can’t risk anyone on the other side hearing. Fist moving rapidly over his aching cock, he chokes out her name as his orgasm crashes into him.
He cleans himself up and stuffs himself back into his pants. He stares at himself in the mirror, shame and disgust settling in.
“Oh, my flower. What have you done to me?”
“You want to talk about what happened out there?” Jolly hears Nicholas’ voice through the curtain of his bunk. He was considerate enough not to just fling it open, at least. None of the other guys would have given him that courtesy.
Jolly stares at the top of his bunk in silence, hoping Nicholas will think he’s not there. When he knocks on the paneling Jolly realizes he’s not getting out of this. He slides the curtain open in a huff to see Nicholas smiling at him. Jolly’s face softens at the younger man. It was hard to be in a bad mood around him.
“I’m sorry about that. I got distracted by something in the crowd. Won’t happen again.”
Nicholas narrows his eyes. Jolly knew better than to lie to him.
“We‘ve had fights, medical emergencies, people showing tits and ass in the crowd and you’ve never been that distracted before.” He takes a seat on the bunk opposite Jolly. “Why don’t you tell me what’s really going on?”
Jolly lays back against his pillow pinching the bridge of his nose. Guess he has to tell him sooner or later.
“Violet and I had sex a couple of weeks ago.”
There’s no immediate response from Nicholas so Jolly lifts his head to look at him. If he is shocked, disappointed, or confused he doesn’t show it. He just stares back at Jolly with the same content look on his face.
“Go on.” Nicholas finally says.
“She came over to my place and asked if we could.. you know. So we did. It was just supposed to be for stress relief but I can’t get her out of my head, man.”
“Have you seen her since then? Talked to her?”
Jolly shakes his head. “I haven’t seen her and we’ve only texted a few times.”
“Maybe you should call her.”
The older man scoffs, looking at his friend incredulously.
“And say what? ‘Hey, Vi. I know we haven’t talked in a couple of weeks but I can’t get you off my mind, wanna fuck?’ No way.”
“Or.. “ Nicholas begins. “You could invite her to the party we’re throwing on Friday when we get back into town. You can talk to her then. It’s a casual environment so it won’t be as weird for the two of you.”
Jolly stares at Nicholas for a moment and then returns his attention to an uninteresting spot on the bunk above him.
“That’s not a bad idea.” He mumbles quietly.
Jolly can see the grin on Nicholas' face from his peripheral vision and he’s already annoyed. It’s contagious, however, and he finds himself smiling despite himself.
Nicholas gets up, nudging his leg with his knee.
“You need to get laid, dude. You’re grumpier than usual and if you fuck up on stage again Matt might kill you.”
Jolly laughs, rolling his eyes.
“I’m not afraid of Matt.”
“YOU SHOULD BE!” Matt’s voice booms from the front of the bus. Jolly and Nicholas trade glances and laugh. He decides then that he’ll call Violet tomorrow.
Jolly picks at a stray piece of wicker that had broken loose from the chair he’s sitting on. He’s kept his eye on her through the patio door all night, willing her to walk outside. She arrived two hours ago. They exchanged waves when she spotted him, a sweet smile on her face that made his knees buckle a little.
He hoped she would join everyone outside but she got caught up in conversation with someone he didn’t recognize. As she was finally making her way out the door, Folio caught her and dragged her back inside. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, chugging the rest of his beer.
Jolly glances over at her again, this time she’s glaring at him with a look that screams “get me out of here.” He heads into the house, deciding it was time for another beer anyways.
“Folio, my good man.” Jolly says loudly as soon as he spots them, wrapping an arm around his shoulder. “Would you mind terribly if I stole Violet from you?”
Folio shook his head and smiled. “Not at all. I’m probably boring her to death anyways.”
“You could never, my dear.” Violet responds, placing a kiss on his cheek, making him blush. “Thank you for educating me on.. what was it again?”
“Overfishing!” Folio answers. “It’s devastating to the marine ecosystem and their food chain!”
“That’s it. Thank you, Folio. Jolly, are you ready?”
“Absolutely.” Jolly says, giving Violet his arm. She takes it and waves to Folio as they retreat to the next room.
“Oh my God, thank you.” She whispers, clinging to his arm. “I love him to death but if I had to hear one more fact about fish I was going to rip my hair out.”
Jolly laughs at her. “He’s very enthusiastic about his hobbies. He means well.”
Violet claps her hand over her forehead. “I feel like a total asshole.”
Jolly turns to look for his friend who was currently standing in between the legs of another woman that was perched on the counter top. She was playing with his hair as he spoke and from his hand gestures, he was still talking about fishing. Jolly smirks and points.
“I think he’s doing okay.”
Violet looks over and laughs.
“We’ve been gone for five seconds!”
Jolly throws his head back in laughter. “He works fast, I’ll give him that.”
“So you wanted to talk to me?” Violet asks out of the blue. The question is so abrupt it throws Jolly off guard and he forgets for a moment that he invited her to the party for a reason. He nods quickly, looking down at her. She touches his arm and his skin ignites. This is going to be more difficult than he thought.
“Is there somewhere else that we can go? Somewhere more private?”
Jolly ushers her in the room, closing the door behind them. The only light on was the LEDs around the bed. He knew this wasn’t a good idea but all of the other rooms were occupied.
Violet plops into the plush gaming chair while Jolly sits on the bed opposite her. She playfully swings the chair around and giggles. If he didn’t know her personality as well as he did, he might assume she had too much to drink. She catches him watching her and her cheeks turn a bright pink.
“So.” She murmurs, scooting to the edge of the chair. Jolly purposely ignores the way her skirt rides up her thighs as she moves, but something catches his eye. Against his better judgment he glances down and spots it. A black leather garter with a silver metal heart in the middle.
“What did you want to talk about?” Her voice breaks through the filthy thoughts in his mind. Violet runs her hand over the garter and he has to pull himself together enough to form a response.
“I just uh.. wanted to-” He slowly drags out the last word when she spreads her legs a little, lifting one to cross it over the other but she hesitates briefly. In that split second Jolly sees the damp spot that has formed on her underwear. It disappears immediately as she crosses her legs but the damage has been done.
Any chance Jolly has of forming a coherent sentence now is completely gone. It was taxing enough for his short circuiting brain to close his mouth that was hanging open. All she did was adjust her position in her chair and he was panting and salivating like some kind of rabid dog.
Violet giggles softly, her fingers tracing the heart shaped charm on her garter.
“That’s what I figured. I missed you too, daddy.”
If his legs hadn’t been turned to jelly by her comment then he would have snatched her out of the chair and shown her how badly he missed her. However, the situation being what it was, Jolly just sits there, his fists balling up the fabric of his jeans.
Violet stands up and saunters over, placing both hands on his shoulders. He looks up at her as she rubs her thumb against his jawline. Her gaze softens the longer their eyes meet.
“Is this what you want?” She whispers.
“Yes. Please.” Jolly responds. At this point, he doesn’t care if he sounds desperate. He wants, no— he needs her.
Violet climbs on his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. Jolly has no idea what to do with his hands, a feeling he hasn’t had since he was a teenager. He struggles with his choice and evidently it’s obvious as she laughs and places his hands on her waist.
“This is not the same Jolly from the other night.” She says as she threads a hand through his hair. Jolly heaves a pleasant sigh and leans into her touch. He has been nervous to touch her all night but now that she was close to him again all of the nerves vanished.
“I’m not always so dominant, you know.” He replies, squeezing her waist. She squirms a little and he’s grateful that she’s not sitting directly on his crotch otherwise he’d render that statement useless.
“So my Jolly is a switch, huh?” A smirk plays across her lips and Jolly has to pretend that it doesn’t make his heart race hearing her call him hers.
“Something like that.” His eyes flicker from hers to her lips, and she licks them, earning her another squeeze. She scoots further into his lap, her clothed pussy rubbing against the hardening cock in his jeans.
Her skirt moves up her thighs and Jolly, suddenly feeling a bit more confident, drags his hands down to dig into the flesh. The action isn’t necessarily an encouragement to move, but if she takes it as such he won’t complain.
She doesn’t move, however, but she lifts herself off of him ever so slightly. Grabbing his hand from her thigh she pushes it between her legs guiding his fingers over the dampened fabric of her panties.
Jolly’s breath gets caught in his throat, his head swimming as she uses his fingers to push her panties aside. Between her gasps when she guides him over her clit and how wet she is already, Jolly is fairly certain he could cum untouched.
Violet tilts her head back, enjoying herself as she uses his hand for her pleasure. He watches her, wide eyed, desperate to kiss her or touch her somewhere. He doesn’t dare to interrupt the show. This was all he’d thought about for nearly two weeks.
Violet looks back at Jolly, her eyes glazed over in lust. Jolly imagines his eyes are much similar. She pulls him in, kissing him hard and desperately. She rises again and pushes two fingers inside of her, gasping at the stretch.
She rotates her hips, clenching around Jolly’s fingers. She takes his face in her hand, biting his lip as she begins to ride him. It takes her some time to come up with the words in between pants but she finally manages.
“Let me fuck myself on your fingers and then you can fill me up, okay?”
Jolly’s mouth goes dry and he nods, knowing that if the roles were reversed he would not accept that as an answer. It doesn’t go unnoticed by Violet as she grabs his chin firmly.
“I need your words, sweet boy.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He chokes out, and as soon as the words leave his mouth she clenches around his fingers so tight he’s positive that she’s cut off the circulation in his hand. It’s almost painful but there’s no way in hell he is going to stop her.
Jolly can’t decide what he wants to concentrate on more, her face or where they’re connected. He pushes her skirt up her waist further so he can get a better view. The sight of her bouncing on his fingers, and her slick coating his entire hand has him licking his lips and dying for a taste.
“My flower, please… Can I taste you?” Jolly begs.
“You can lick me from your fingers when I’m done. Now are you going to make me cum, or not?”
Jolly places his hand at the middle of her back, leaning her backward so he can have more room to work. Violet maintains her movements as he meets them, pressing the palm of his hand into her clit. She throws her head back, uttering the cries that Jolly’s been desperate to hear for so long. He curls his fingers inside of her and her movements slow, the spot he’s massaging wiping out every thought in her mind.
Jolly curls his hand around her neck, tilting her head forward to face him. Her eyes bore into his, glazed over with pleasure, as she attaches her forehead to his.
“Keep going, pretty girl. Doing so good for me.”
Violet keens at his praise while she clings to him, grinding her hips against his fingers. With the increased pressure against her sweet spot her orgasm collides into her with such force she seizes in Jolly’s lap, mouth agape but no sound comes out.
Jolly removes his fingers when she grabs at his wrist. He wastes no time shoving them between his lips, moaning at the delectable taste of her. She watches as he sucks her release from his digits, already missing them inside her.
The noises he makes cleaning his fingers are downright obscene. Once he’s certain every crevice of them have been cleaned, he moves to his palm and then down his wrist. Jolly sees her staring wide eyed, biting her lip. He smirks at her, running his tongue up his arm to catch a rogue drop that had fallen.
“Don’t wanna waste a single drop of my flower’s
sweet nectar.”
Violet whines and grinds against the bulge in Jolly’s pants. He groans, guiding her over his lap with a death grip on her. She leans his head back for better access to his neck, sucking bruises into his flesh. She roughly tries to remove his belt buckle but struggles.
“Easy, baby. We’ve got plenty of time.” Jolly chuckles, helping her remove his belt and pants. She pulls his boxers off and climbs back in his lap, his shirt quickly removed and discarded behind her.
“I’ve waited just as long as you have for this, Joakim.” She says, grabbing his cock. Between the grip she has on him and his full first name falling from her lips, Jolly’s resolve was dwindling quickly.
“Are you going to take your clothes off or am I going to have to do it for you?” He questions, cocking an eyebrow.
Violet squeezes his cock, eliciting a low groan from him. She smirks, pumping him so painfully slow it’s almost torturous.
“I think you’re forgetting who is in charge this time, love. It seems that I recall when I got mouthy you threatened to leave me to fend for myself.” She drags the pad of her thumb over his slit and he hisses. “You don’t want me to do that now, do you?”
The noise that escapes Jolly is pathetic as he wildly shakes his head. Violet raises her eyebrows in anticipation. He knows she’s waiting for a response but all he can think about is how she’s pressing on the tip of his cock with her thumb.
“I’m waiting.” She sings.
“No-No ma’am. Please don’t do that.” He chokes out, his throat so dry now his voice has become hoarse.
“Be a good boy for me and lie on the bed.” Violet says, lifting herself from his lap enough so that he can slide backwards. Once he’s settled back against the pillows in a way that satisfies her she crawls on top of him again.
“Now.” Violet hums, dragging her core against him. Jolly’s breath hitches as she slicks up his cock. He stretched her out with his fingers and she’s so wet he could probably just slip in if only she’d just—
“Love, I believe I was speaking to you.” Her fingers dig into the flesh of his jaw, puckering his lips. She sucks his lower lip into her mouth, biting on the flesh.
“Mmm. Now what was I saying? Oh yeah.” Violet readjusts herself making a point to press onto him even harder. He grunts, flexing his hands at his sides but does his best to pay attention.
“I’m going to take my clothes off. You’re going to watch me, and under no circumstances are you allowed to touch me, understand?”
“Yes ma’am.” Jolly nods, fanning his arms out across the bed so she can see them.
Violet smiles, leaning over to kiss him.
“Thank you, sweet boy. So good for me.”
Jolly’s heart bursts at the praise. He chases her lips as she pulls away but she’s too quick. She runs her hands down the front of her sheer floral top, pulling it over her head. Her fingers trace the lace around the cups of her bra and she pulls them down exposing her breasts.
Jolly’s breath hitches when she leans over, hovering over his mouth. All he had to do was stick his tongue out and he could wrap it around her nipple but he kept his mouth shut tightly. He needed to be good for her.
Violet wets her forefinger and drags lazy circles around her nipple. Jolly watches as it pebbles and clenches his fists. He holds his breath completely when she drags it against his lips.
“Open up, love.”
The speed at which Jolly wraps his mouth around her surprises even her as she gasps a little. A mixture of a moan and a laugh leaves her when he closes his mouth tightly around her.
The pretty noises Jolly has missed so much fall from her lips as she rocks backs and forth on top of him. He can feel her getting wetter by the second, her arousal dripping down his balls the more she moves.
Her thighs squeeze him tight, her moans becoming louder. One hand is grabbing the flesh of his shoulder and the other is holding his head as close to her as possible, like he would stop unless he was forced.
As her movements become more erratic, Jolly knows her orgasm is near. He forces himself to think about music, literature, anything to keep his own from coming on. The blend of sensations, noises, and friction, however, were making it almost impossible.
Jolly watches her face from below as her second orgasm peaks. He’s infatuated by the way her mouth drops open and how her nose scrunches up. His favorite thing is how she shivers and smiles a little towards the end. He wishes he could film her so he can watch it over and over.
Maybe she’ll let him one day.
He forgets himself in the moment and lets go of the bedsheets, removing her bra and enveloping both breasts in his hands. He raises his hips up providing more pressure as she grinds against him. Violet falls on top of him as she finishes, running her hand underneath his head and gently pushing her fingers in his hair.
She kisses and nibbles at his neck. Jolly traces patterns across her back as he hums softly. The sweet moment is interrupted when she abruptly grips his hair, pulling his head back to look at her.
“What did I say about touching me, love?” Violet says firmly.
The realization hits him and Jolly’s hands fly back to the mattress. He stutters out an apology, something about how he just wanted to make her feel good. He knew it was futile though. He deserved to be punished.
“You were a good boy and didn’t cum but you broke the rules so I have to punish you, now.”
“Yes ma’am.” Jolly responds and she hums, kissing him and letting go of his hair. She sits up and removes her skirt. The only remaining clothing item was her soaked panties that had been pushed aside. Jolly writhes underneath her, letting out a pathetic whimper as she gets off of him. Violet sees his hand move slightly and tuts at him.
“Am I going to have to tie you up, love? I’m sure Noah has something in here we could use.”
Jolly shakes his head. “No ma’am. I’ll be good, I swear.”
Violet smiles and sits between his legs facing him, draping her own on either side of his waist. From this view, Jolly could see her entire body perfectly. She lifts her hips up, pulling her panties down and off her legs, throwing them into the floor.
She scoots up closer to him, her pussy so close to his throbbing cock he can practically feel her heat. Leaning back on her left elbow, her right hand lands on her inner thigh. Her fingers drag down, collecting her arousal that had dripped there.
Jolly’s eyes nearly bug out of his head when she runs a finger up her slit, collecting more juices. She brings the finger up to her mouth, wrapping her tongue around it. A loud, obscene “mmmm” follows as she pulls it between her lips with a pop.
“I can taste you too, sweet boy.”
His mind goes completely blank as she speaks. His cock jumps against his belly, the swollen red tip leaking even more. Her eyes trail down to where the pre-cum pools on his stomach and licks her lips.
Sitting forward Violet reaches over and swipes it with her fingertips. Her knuckles barely graze against the head of his cock but he’s so sensitive the contact makes him hiss. Instead of putting her fingers straight into her mouth this time, she applies his arousal to her lips, slowly rolling her tongue over them to collect it.
Violet spreads what didn’t go on her tongue onto her clit. Her head lolls back as she touches herself. The sight has Jolly clenching his jaw and white knuckling the bed sheets. When she fits two fingers inside of her with ease, he has to look away.
“I don’t think I said you could look away.” Violet says sweetly, with a warning behind it. “Look at me, Joakim.” Jolly takes a deep breath and looks back at her, immediately moaning.
The prettiest pussy he’s ever seen, quite possibly the only one he ever wants to see again for the rest of his life, was spread open before him. He sits up on his elbows, then on his hands, desperate to get closer. She grabs his thigh, a silent reminder to keep his hands to himself.
“Tell me you want it.”
Jolly’s mouth drops open as she uses his own game against him. He does want her more than anything else. He knows he won’t last long but by the way her thighs are subtly shaking, she won’t either. He swallows hard and nods, begging like he should.
“Yes. Yes, please.”
“Tell me what you want, sweet boy.” Her voice shakes as she speaks.
“My flower… please.” Jolly pants. “I want your pretty pussy. Need to be inside you.”
It’s clear that Violet’s resolve weakens significantly at his begging as she practically scrambles on top of him. She kisses him so hard that it makes his mouth hurt but he doesn’t mind. Violet pulls back panting and grabs his hands, placing them on her waist.
“Waist only. If they move, I stop.” She declares upon his lips with no real authority. Jolly nods appreciating the soft bits of skin he was given access to. His nails dig in her flesh and he buries his face in her neck when she lowers herself onto him.
The feeling of her cunt so warm and tight around him drives him crazy but calms the anxiety that has been raging inside of him for weeks. She chants his name while she rides him, and he realizes that just like him, she’s needed this too.
Violet bounces on him hard, neither of them concerned about how much noise they make. Luckily, the music from the party will drown most of it out anyways. Jolly keeps his hands where he was told to, focusing on leaving as many marks on her neck and chest as he could. He wanted to make sure she walked out of this room and everyone knew who she belonged to.
Jolly feels moisture as he nibbles her jaw and looks up. He notices tears falling down her face and calls out to her. Violet leans her forehead against his, both sticky with sweat. Her face twists as she tries to speak.
“F-feels so g-good, Jolly.” She whimpers. “I’m so close.”
“Cum with me, Käraste. I need it.” He begs.
“Touch me, please, please, pl-“ She repeats as Jolly reaches in between them to give her what she wants. The dominance and submission was gone and all that remained was their need for each other. Their climaxes hit together and it’s almost too much. Jolly falls back against the pillows, bringing Violet with him, thrusting into her chasing their highs.
He rolls them over but doesn’t let go of her. He’s afraid she’ll leave again and never come back. Violet hugs him, almost as if she heard his thoughts and was trying to comfort him. It’s peaceful with her like this. Suddenly, she giggles against his chest, leaning back to face him.
“Does this mean I have to run you a bubble bath and comb your hair this time?”
Jolly shakes with laughter and she joins him.
“I mean, aftercare is important and so is that beautiful hair of yours.”
Jolly laughs some more and kisses her forehead. She smiles up at him and for a moment he forgets how to breathe. Her green eyes reflect the changing colors from the LEDs. He kisses her, holding her so tightly against him he’s afraid he’ll suffocate her but she simply melts into his arms.
When they part she refuses to stop, continuously pecking at his lips. Jolly decides they need to get up before Noah finds them in his bed and she whines but agrees. They get dressed and sneak down the stairs. Jolly grabs them two bottles of water and waves goodbye, hurriedly pulling her outside.
They walk to her car and Jolly leans back against the driver side door, hoping to delay the inevitable. He cracks open the bottle of water and takes a drink, nudging a rock on the ground with his boot. Violet stops a few feet in front of him. He glances at her, confused.
“What are you doing?”
“Walking you to your car?” Jolly responds, even more confused.
“I’ve been drinking. I can’t drive.” Violet says, winking.
Jolly smirks, immediately playing along. He smacks himself in the forehead playfully, rolling his eyes.
“Of course. How silly of me!”
Violet sighs in faux disappointment. “I guess you’re just going to have to take me home.”
Jolly presses his tongue to his cheek and then swipes it behind his lower lip. “Well if I do that I might as well spend the night.”
Violet cocks an eyebrow.
“To take care of you. Ya know. Since you’re such a drunk and all.” He winks at her.
Violet cackles and rolls her eyes. “Just take me home already, Joakim.”
“Yes ma’am.”
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“Are you ready, sweetheart?” Nick’s voice carried through your shared bedroom.
“Almost!” You replied, struggling with the clasp of your necklace.
You looked towards him to ask for help but lost your words.
He was rolling up the sleeve of his black button up, the tattoos on his forearm on full display. It hugged his body nicely. Nick wore the dark denim jeans you had to convince him to buy—he even wore the dress shoes he begrudgingly bought as well. His thick, heavy silver chain, dangling cross earring, and slicked back hair completed his look.
Oblivious to your gawking, Nick smiled at you, eyes soft and full of unconditional love.
“Need some help?” He asked, finished with his sleeve.
You nodded, still unable to speak.
In a few short strides, he stood behind you. Even after his shower, you still could smell the joint he had earlier in the day, mingling with the overwhelming heady scent of his aftershave and cologne. Some might think Nick wore far too much, but you would gladly suffocate and drown in him.
There was no way to describe his intoxicating scent. It was so uniquely him—all man and woodsy outdoors, but also the soft, gentle and warm comfort of a sweater fresh from the dryer. You’d even come to love the permanence of his weed. Somehow it tied everything altogether in a neat, pretty little gift topped with a bow.
He took the necklace from you, fumbling with the clasp. You watched his reflection and the creasing of his expression as his fingers struggled to work. Eventually, he secured the jewelry with a proud smile. Nick settled his warm hands on your shoulders and affectionately squeezed. His eyes met yours in the mirror.
“You look wonderful.” He pressed a tender kiss to the back of your head.
“Thank you,” you said, placing a hand over his, “So do you.”
Nick kissed your cheek, a tooth rottingly sweet smile accompanying.
Your eyes fell to his hands, just now noticing that he’d found the time to have them done. The red almost matched that of your outfit perfectly. He followed your gaze then held out a hand so you could see. Your cheeks flushed as images of his manicured hands roaming your sink, his pretty nails digging into the flesh of your thighs and ass, caressing the most intimate parts of you.
“Do you like it?” His voice was low, almost a rumble in your ear. It made your heart pick up its pace.
Your tongue felt heavy in your mouth. The simple “yeah” struggled past your lips, the sound so quiet and minuscule, you wondered if Nick heard.
A glint flashed in his brown eyes, knowing and intent. As if he knew where your mind would wander next, he delicately placed his hand on your neck, fingers wrapping and splaying tenderly around. The years of calloused skin from working on his bike to his drums to whatever wilderness survival he taught himself felt blissfully unholy. Your eyes briefly fluttered as he squeezed just ever so. It was hardly enough to be considered choking, but still your breath halted.
“I should do my nails more often,” Nick rasped, his words blazing a trail of fire down your neck. “I like the way my hand looks around your throat.”
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