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You could feel the paint on the wall scratching your face as you cheeks pressed against it.
You and Davis didn't even make it to the bedroom before he was pushing your front against the wall right after entering your home. He currently had both of your hands pinned above your head. One of his large palm able to hold both of your hands and make you unable to move.
"I don't see you being so fucking chatty right now", he said in the shell of your ear, breath fanning across you neck and raising goosebumps on your skin.
You stayed quiet.
"Couldn't shut the fuck up when talking to that guy at the bar, and now the cat's got your tongue?"
You remember it vividly. The guy approaching you at the bar when you went to grab yourself another drink. He struck up conversation, and you knew that you should've dismissed him. But the burning of your boyfriend's eyes on you, the feeling of jealousy taking over the place, made you feel bolder.
Or stupider.
"I wasn't doing anything", you argue back, voice quiet and almost indistinguishable due to your cheeks being pressed against the wall.
"I could see the flirtiness dripping from your voice as you talked to him", he said, pressing his front harder against your back. The feeling of his hard on the swell of your ass telling you that he was enjoying this more than he was mad at you. "But it's ok, baby", he brushed your hair away from your neck, peppering a few kisses there. "I have no problem reminding you who you belong to."
A harsh slap resounded around the quiet home, and your yelp followed right after. Your ass is stinging from the impact, and your hands fight against his hold, but to no avail.
You know you're in for a good one tonight when he smooths his hand over the reddening flesh, before delivering another one.
"Now, let's see if you can find your voice again and count to ten for me", he instructs. "And if you stop, we start all over again."
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You know what sounds so fun? Having nap dates with Noah.
There's not really a purpose other than napping together. Maybe it's like, around 2 or 3pm, you're both lounging on the couch and you start to get sleepy. He notices that by how you're yawning every two minutes.
So, he takes your hands in his and pulls you off the couch.
"C'mon. Let's go to bed and take a nap."
And it's obvious that you can't deny it.
So you both move to the bed, and get comfortable under the covers.
Maybe you're resting your head on his shoulder. Maybe only your hands are intertwined. Maybe his long legs are tangled with yours.
You talk about mundane things until one of you falls asleep, and then it doesn't take long for the other to follow.
And then this becomes a routine. Noah starts to notice your preferred hours for a good nap (not right after lunch, you prefer to wait around 1 hour). So he already has the bed ready by then. The pillows are all fluffy and the blankets are already laid out.
And if, for some reason, he's not there to nap with you (he gets cranky when he has responsibilities during your nap hours), he makes sure you're rested by texting you throughout the day to ask if you've had your afternoon nap yet.
You tell him that yes, you tried to sleep, but you never felt as rested as when he was with you.
THE DEATH OF PEACE OF MIND || Bad Omens [\m/]
what do i gotta do to get some fangs in my neck around here
Summary: Jolly buys Folio a casual collar, a way for the world to know that he was Jolly's. It ends up serving a double purpose as a very effective grounding tool. Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x Nick Folio Warnings: Casual kink, Description of a panic attack Word Count: 864 header by: saradika-graphics ; divider by sitkowski
Jolly enjoys giving gifts to his boys. It's not always planned. Sometimes he'll be walking past a shop and something will catch his eye that he thinks one of them will enjoy. The chain necklace he has in a subtle black box immediately made him think of Folio. It's nothing fancy, just a silver chain with a little weight to it, something that might bring Folio some comfort. Jolly found the lock about twenty minutes later and the set was complete in his eyes. A subtle way to let others know that Folio was collared, that he was Jolly's.
It took Folio a moment to realize what the necklace meant. It wasn't until he'd seen the lock ( "Nicky" engraved on one side, "Joakim" on the other ) that it seemed to click. His eyes widened and he let out a soft gasp that made Jolly chuckle. He picked the necklace up, his thumb running a long each link of the chain before brushing against the lock like it was the most precious gift he'd ever gotten.
"You were gone for two hours."
Jolly snorted at how incredulous Folio sounded. "You wanted something you could wear every day right?"
"Well yeah. Of course."
"Surprise."
Folio laughed softly, and Jolly's expression softened almost immediately. The drummer started to put the necklace on but he paused. His cheeks flushed slightly as his gaze lifted to meet Jolly's.
"Can you put it on for me?"
Jolly's smile widened and he nodded, reaching to take the necklace from Folio. He unhooked the clasp, putting it on so the lock sat at the base of Folio's throat. His fingers ghosted over the lock before they slipped under the chain, giving it a slight tug. His head tilted to the side as Folio seemed to settle, his eyes sliding shut as he took a deep breath.
"Looks good on you pup," Jolly murmured.
Folio's chin lifted a little, looking proud despite the way his cheeks flushed. "Now everyone knows I'm yours."
"All mine pup. No one else's."
Post show adrenaline was a tricky slope for Folio to navigate. More often than not, the crash just made him tired. It would give him just enough energy to walk to the van before immediately falling asleep until they reached the hotel. Sometimes he'd wake up on his own. Other times, Jolly would have to half carry him up to their room and he'd wake up hours later with no idea how he'd gotten where he was.
Then there were nights like tonight, where the adrenaline refused to wear off and Folio felt like he was going to crawl out of his skin. His normal restless energy turned into something closer to a caged animal who needed to be let loose. He couldn't stop pacing and each breath felt like a struggle to fill his lungs with enough air to be considered hyperventilating. Tonight, his heart was racing so hard he was pretty sure it was going to explode.
Jolly noticed. He always noticed.
Folio felt like he blinked and Jolly was a few steps away from him. A soft whimper left him and Jolly's hand lifted to rest on the back of his neck.
"Nicky, can you look at me?" Jolly's voice is soft and calm. Folio's gaze snaps to him and Jolly's smile is soft. "Take a few breaths for me pup."
Folio tries. He really does, but each breath feels like his chest is too tight to expand. A low whine leaves him and something seems to register in Jolly's eyes.
"I'm gonna give your necklace a little tug. Is that alright?" Folio nods and Jolly hooks the chain with his index finger, giving it a gentle tug.
Just like the first time he'd worn the necklace and every moment since, the tug on Folio's collar helps ground him. The tightness in his chest eases just enough to let him take a full breath.
"Again."
Jolly nodded, giving Folio a moment to catch his breath, his finger still holding onto the chain. This time, he gave it a little harder of a pull, using it to pull Folio a little closer to him.
Folio moved without a thought, letting himself be pulled in before he realized he was in motion. The tension eased even more and that restless energy seemed to finally, finally ebb. He stumbled the last few steps, burying his face in Jolly's chest, wrapping his arms around Jolly's waist.
A soft hum left Jolly as he pressed a kiss to the top of Folio's head. "Deep breaths Nicky. I got you. You're okay."
Folio's grip tightened around Jolly's waist, fingers gripping Jolly's shirt like the piece of fabric was his lifeline. "I'm sorry. I didn't...couldn't calm down."
Jolly frowned before reaching down to tilt up Folio's chin, making the drummer look him in the eye. "You have nothing to apologize for pup. It's alright. How're you feeling now?"
"Better. Thanks."
Jolly nodded, pressing a kiss to Folio's forehead, nose, cheeks and lips. "Good. Think we got a new way to ground you now eh?"
Folio grinned, laughing at each consecutive kiss. "Yeah. Yeah I guess we do."
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u know whats really sexy?? doing the things u love without giving a fuck whether ur good at it or not
Ive been on survival mode for so long, I forgot how to live.
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