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[malice-ov-mercy]

Sharp Dressed Man

Pairing: Nick Folio x Reader

Content Warnings: mention of smoking (weed), suggestive tones

Word Count: 552

A/N: just a quick something :)

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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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[the-way-of-words]

Flustered//Nick Folio prompt fic

Nick Folio x Female Reader

Content warnings: casual drug use, unprotected P in V sex, semi public sex, mentions of oral sex, mentions of using emergency contraception (this is a pro choice blog)

contains sexual situations with a fictionalized version of a real person. this is rpf. none of this is real. but if its not your jam, keep scrolling.

So apparently if you have an answered ask scheduled and then you try to move it to drafts, tumblr will just delete the whole thing. But, hey. Hi, anon. Here I am with your prompt fic (smut prompts found here)... about six months later.

If you'd like to request something and are up for possibly waiting, my inbox is back op

Thanks to Illy for being an awesome beta and catching my mistakes 💚

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It’s been years since you’ve seen him, since you’ve both been back in town at the same time, and yet here you both are, sitting in your backyard in the hottest part of summer. The heat was miserable, but that wasn’t going to stop your parents from throwing their annual barbeque, especially not with you and your brother home at the same time. 

It didn’t take long for him to show up, and you don’t know if he was home for a visit, or if he came just because your brother called. But you can’t help the way your heart stutters when you walk into the backyard and see him sitting there, engrossed in conversation with your brother, your cheeks coloring when he finally glances over at you. You clear your throat, quickly trying to shake the way your heart skips a beat when he does a double take, because even behind those sunglasses you can see the way his eyes rove your body; taking in every change since he saw you last.

~~

There aren’t a lot of things your brother doesn’t know about you; it's hard to keep secrets from the person you came into the world with, but with Nick Folio, you have more than enough.

Your brother still doesn't know about that time right before graduation when his best friend snuck up to your room where you were waiting for him. Doesn't know that his best friend buried his head between his sister's thighs, using his tongue and fingers to bring her off before using her slick to ease the way as he jerked himself off. He definitely doesn’t know that you took pictures of your cum covered tits to send to Nick sporadically over the next month or so. 

It was never more than that, a few flirty texts here, a conversation or two that skirted the boundaries there. All culminating in that one moment of need, and then he was gone, sequestering himself with his new band. But that's okay, he wasn’t the only one off to bigger and better things, anyway.

But a year later, you found yourselves in the same city for the night; the cheap hotel sheets scratching against your knees as you rose and fell above him. his hands burning like a firebrand on your waist, urging you on until you both found your release. He left early the next morning, with nothing but the bruises on your skin and the red lines from your nails on his as proof that anything ever happened. 

~~

Your dress sticks to your thighs when you sit down and you can feel the heat of his gaze even as he and your brother talk about the last time they went fishing, his eyes stuck on your inked skin as you try to keep your composure. It used to be a favorite pastime of his, to see how quick he could get you to blush. I love making you flustered, he’d say whenever he’d get your cheeks to turn pink; it’s cute. But you like to think you’ve grown up in the years since then, and you’re determined to not let Nick Folio get to you. 

You’re proud of how long you stick it out, putting up with his wandering eyes as the three of you catch up, and it’s nice. The years have made it easy to forget how much you missed having him around. But just when you begin to think you’re in the clear, he corners you in the back of the shed after you slip away once the sun starts getting low on the horizon and people start saying their goodbyes. His voice sounds loud in the quiet space as he interrupts you lighting up a joint. 

“Figured I’d find you here.” For the first time this afternoon, he looks unsure of himself, the usual swagger missing as he stands in front of you, hands buried in the pockets of his black jeans.

Your eyes roll skyward as you inhale, pulling the smoke deep into your lungs before you turn to look at him. “Busted.” A smirk pulls onto your face and you shrug, tilting your face back to avoid blowing the smoke into his face.

Maybe you should have picked a different place for a smoke, but your feet took you to the only place you knew you would be undisturbed. However, it also just so happened to be where you, your brother, and Nick would kick back in high school. Old habits die hard, you guess. 

“Did you follow me here to stare some more?” 

It seems to startle him out of whatever nerves were holding him back, and he huffs, a smile pulling at his mouth. He rolls his shoulders, standing up a little straighter. “I don’t know what you're talking about,” he says, even though his eyes track down to where the joint sits between your lips as you take another hit.

You scoff, a biting retort sitting on the tip of your tongue, but before you can get it out, he steps into your space, electricity sparking at your fingertips when he pulls the joint from you to bring to his own mouth. His intense gaze burns against your skin as you step back, leaning against the old workbench your dad stopped using ages ago. You look around the small space, trying to ignore the way his arm brushes against yours when he settles next to you. Your parents moved out the old couch you and brother found free in front of the neighbors a year after you left for college, boxes now filling the space once occupied by the milk crates the three of you used as a makeshift coffee table. 

But being here with him at your side quietly reminiscing as you pass a joint back and forth almost makes you feel like you’ve been transported back in time.

“You ever think about that night in St. Louis?” 

The peaceful moment shatters just as you inhale a mouth full of smoke, choking on it as it makes its way down your throat. You cough, trying to cover it up before you take a deep breath and scoff as you hand the blunt back to him. “What? As if you do?” 

Out of the corner of your eye, he shrugs, takes another hit, “Sometimes.” Your eyes are drawn to his mouth as he blows the smoke out, and for a moment, you remember just how soft his lips were compared to the scrape of his teeth. The smoke curls between you and you try to think of something, anything else, to avoid the heat growing between your legs as you reach for the joint. But instead of passing it over, he holds it back. 

“Are you really withholding my own shit from me?”

“Answer the question and you just might get it back.” He straightens his arm when you go for it again, holding the blunt out just beyond your reach. You know he has no intention of doing what you ask until he gets his answer, and contrary to popular belief, Nick Folio has the patience of a saint if it’s going to get him what he wants.

A frustrated sigh leaves your lips and your eyes roll as you cross your arms. You level him with a look and throw his own response back at him. “Sometimes.” 

He smirks. “Only sometimes?”

As much as you forgot how much you enjoyed his company, you also seemed to have forgotten what an absolute annoying shit he could be. Because he knows how to push; knows exactly how to dig to get under your skin. However you’ve been here before, played this same song and dance with him over the years, and this time, you refuse to give in. You can tell the minute he realizes he won’t get any more out of you.

He sighs, squinting your direction as he tilts his head. “You know, you used to be a hell of a lot easier to crack.” 

Your head tilts and you shrug. “People change.” 

“You certainly have.” He snorts, exaggerating the way his eyes move over you, just like they have all day. “You didn’t have any of these the last time I saw you,” your breath hitches when one of his fingers traces the shape of the snake on your right thigh, almost hoping he’ll follow the lines of ink up under your skirt. Disappointment curls in your stomach when the warmth of his hand slips away and he must notice because his mouth is curled into a smirk when your gazes meet, his thumb brushing against the apple of your cheek, “and you blush nowhere near as easily as you used to.” 

Like prey caught in a predator’s sights, you freeze, holding your breath as he studies your face, only feeling free to exhale when he takes a step back. You gesture to the dying joint in his hand refusing to focus on the butterflies swirling in your belly. “Okay, I answered your question, can you give me my shit back and let me finish it out in--”

You pause mid sentence as you watch him take a hit, anger flaring in your chest as you watch him finish it off. “Are you fucking kidding me??” 

You scoff when he crooks his finger, but all he does is tilt his head, raising an eyebrow and it’s almost as if you can hear him goad you. C’mon. You know you want to.  

And perhaps you shouldn't. You've indulged this for too long, despite your better judgment, you do. “Fine,” you mutter, pushing off the workbench and into his space. He cups your face in his hands, his lips brushing against yours as he blows the smoke into your open mouth. You’re not sure if it's the marijuana or his closeness, but you feel dizzy as you inhale, hands gripping his wrists to steady yourself. 

You’re very aware of the fact that he moves first, walking you back against the workbench, but you meet him halfway; slotting your mouths together and slipping your tongue between his parted lips. He groans, fitting his body against yours as he nudges his thigh in between yours and heat sparks anew in your belly when he presses the thick muscle against your core. 

You pull away from his mouth to hoist yourself up, spreading your thighs as soon as you’re settled and pulling him back against you.

Your hands move on autopilot, tugging open his pants and shoving his underwear down as he pulls you to the edge of the tabletop. He hooks two fingers in the edge of your panties, pulling them to the side and slips the head of his cock inside you. Your mouth falls open with a quiet gasp at the stretch, head falling back as he sinks himself deeper and deeper until you’re flush together. 

Nick curses and cups the back of your head to pull you into a kiss as he grinds into you before breaking away.

“Shit,” his fingers drum against your thigh, “do—do you think there’s still some condoms in here?” 

You snort. “Probably? But I don’t know how good they’d be. Last time any of us were in here was--”

“Senior year.” He finishes for you with an exasperated laugh. Nick sighs, squeezing your waist one last time before he moves to back away. But you don’t let him. Your feet lock behind his back and your thighs hold him close. Your name sounds like a benediction when it leaves his lips.

“You just said…” 

“I know, but I still want to.” You say, rushing to add, “If you still want to.” 

“Yeah?” There’s a blush on his cheeks as his dick kicks inside you and you can’t help yourself.

You skim a finger across the flushed skin. “I love making you flustered… It’s cute.”

“When did you get so damn mouthy?” He asks with a roll of his eyes, groaning quietly when you clench around him for a beat. 

A self-satisfied smirk pulls on your mouth. “I’ve always been this mouthy. You’re just not used to it anymore.” You slide your fingers through the short hair on the back of his head as he huffs and pulls his hips back. “But if you cum in me, you’re buying me a Plan B.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” He replies right before he thrusts back into you sharply. 

While you’re aware how stupid this is, you can’t find it in yourself to care. Not when he wraps an arm around your back to hold you close as the table beneath you shudders and shifts with every thrust of his hips. Pleasure lights across your nerves as the new angle has his cock grazing along that one spot inside you that always works you closer to the edge.

“Oh, fuck.” You curse. “I’m gonna--”

“Yeah? You gonna cum?” You can hear the smirk in his voice as you nod. “C’mon, then, cum for me. C’mon,” he taunts quietly into your ear and you hate how it’s that easy, how you seem to do it on his command. 

Your pussy clamps down on his shaft as your inner muscles work him and you bury your face in his neck to smother the noise you can’t hold back. His arm tightens around you and his rhythm slips, muttering a litany of curses until he suddenly stills, warmth flooding your cunt as he releases into you. 

His forehead comes to rest against yours, your breath mingling as the two of you come down. It almost feels tender, this moment in the afterglow, and it's easy to get lost, to let the rest of the world fall away where the only things that matter are him and you here together. But the world comes rushing back when you hear your brother's voice right outside the shed, sending the two of you scrambling away from each other.

You hold your breath as you pull your dress back down, straightening it out while Nick rushes to pull his pants up. He gets his belt buckled just in time for your brother to round the boxes blocking you from view. 

“Heyyy,” you try to keep your voice steady and aim for a casual air, but it’s no use. Not for the first time, you find yourself cursing the twin intuition as he crosses his arms and levels the both of you with a look.

“Really dude? My sister??” 

Your and Nick’s voices mix together as you both try to spout off some excuse, but your brother just holds his hand up, waiting for you to fall silent before he sighs. “Have you guys been hooking up this whole time since St. Louis?”

“What?! No. Absolutely not!”

“How do you know about that?!”

You speak at the same time again and you swear you watch your brother age at least five years, closing his eyes and pinching the bridge of his nose. “I honestly don’t know which option I dislike more… Did you really think Janey wouldn’t tell me—fuck.” He cuts off, eyes wide. “I owe her twenty bucks.”

“Did you and your wife really bet on us?” Nick asks incredulously.

“You,” Your brother’s finger points at Nick, “just fucked my sister. You don’t get to be offended.” He sighs again. “I don’t know what’s going on between you two, but, you hurt her, I will come after you, clear?”

“Uh… yes?” 

“Good.” Your brother nods and turns to go, pausing to turn back and face you. “Actually, mom told me to tell you to stop smoking weed in the shed.”

You have the courtesy to at least wait until the door shuts behind him before you let the hysterical laughter burst forth, falling into Nick as it takes over and he joins you. The air feels charged when it finally subsides and your eyes meet. He regards you with a soft look, and it pulls at your insides. It almost feels like he’s going to kiss you again, but then he sighs. 

“Come on.” He takes your hand, sliding his fingers between yours. “Pretty sure I owe you a trip to CVS.”

~fin.

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[cowpokeomens]

nicholas finger fucking you in front of the rest of the guys :(((( n theyre all degrading you for being such a slut that likes when her bf’s friends watch Oh my lord

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!!!!!!!!! This started out as a headcanon then turned into 2.5k words. I'm not sorry, but I thought you should know.

It starts with a discussion. 

Nicholas, sweet boy that he is, always wants to make sure all parties are enthusiastically consenting before getting into anything. You’re the one who brings it up first- the thought of being watched, the thought of being watched by those closest to him. You had been hesitant to admit how much it turned you on. But Nicholas is nothing if not a devoted boyfriend who will do whatever it takes to make you come, so he gets to work.

Noah is the first to agree. You, he reasons, are objectively hot. He is, objectively, horny 73% of the time. It works out well, he thinks. The nice thing about Noah is that he helps set boundaries with Nicholas. Nicholas quickly realizes that he’s fine with them watching you, fine with them talking to you. But touching you? Out of the question. The mere thought of it gets Nicholas feeling feisty so he decides to save that for another time, after he sees how this goes.

He also realizes belatedly that he's not sure he wants all his bros to see his fully erect dick yet, so that part gets shelved for another time, too. There's lots of ways to make you come without fucking you, though, so he's not even sweating it.

Next up is Nick- who would be the most surprised at the offer, I think. Like, again, hell yeah, you're hot; But also woah Nicholas is sharing? Inch resting. Asks lots of questions about what he can and can't do, makes Nicholas realize that maybe...... Nick has thought about this before. He bookmarks that thought, Nick helps plot how they're gonna do it. 

Now Jolly. Jolly likes to watch and I'll die on this hill. I've seen this man on a stage, you’ve seen this man on stage, he has a commanding presence, okay? He very much enjoys the idea of watching a display, doesn't get too hung up on it being one of his best friends and said friend's partner, he's just down to clown.

So with the Avengers assembled, Nicholas gets to plotting. It starts with a cozy night in; There's wine, there's a movie, there's dinner. You're feeling loose as a goose, relaxing on the couch with your back against Nicholas' chest when he pipes up. “Remember what we talked about, about the guys watching?"

Um?? Fuck YEAH you remember!!!!

"Mhm" is your demure reply.

"Wanna try that tonight?" His voice is against your ear, kissing you softly there. You give it some real thought, wanting your answer to be honest, not clouded by worry or anxiety. Finally you realized that, yeah, you were ready, so you tell him so.

You could feel his grin. You didn't see it, but he sent off a quick text to the guys with your affirmative. "Color system sound good?" 

"Yep. I'm green. Obviously." 

He’d snort, hands coming around to tug at your nipple. It was just supposed to be a night in, so you were absolutely wearing the largest shirt in Nicholas' closet and a pair of shorts.

You’d arch into his hand as he rolled the bud around between his fingers, as his other hand would start tugging at the hem of your shorts, trying to get them off. Lifting up so he could pull them off, his hand immediately cupping your mound. You'd whimper slightly, grinding up into his hand as your eyes slip closed

"Good girl." He'd say sweetly.

"Good girl?" A snide voice repeats.

Your eyes fly open, landing on Noah's imposing figure standing in the kitchen.

"What kind of 'good girl' let's herself be finger fucked on the couch of a shared living room?" He questions as he fills a glass with water from the fridge. He's looking at you expectantly, waiting for an answer you don't have. You feel a rush of wetness at his gaze.

Finally he speaks again. "Folio, come check out the show."

Your cheeks turn crimson at his words, but soon Nick comes into view, freezing when he sees you. A smirk makes its way across his face. "Well, what do we have here?"

Your legs come together instinctively, trying to hide yourself from their hungry stares.

"Nope, open them up" Nick barks. "Noah got to see, now it's my turn."

Slowly, you open your legs back up for them, blushing profusely at the vulnerability. You could feel Nicholas' fingers back on you, stroking your folds softly. He went just a little deeper and you shivered, body arching into him.

"She's so fucking wet, dude." Nick said to Noah.

The way they talked about you- like you weren't even there- sent sparks up your spine.

"Of course she's wet." Noah said flatly. "Little slut likes being watched."

That made you gasp, grinding into Nicholas' hand again.

"Where's Jolly at? He'd get a kick out of this" Noah asked, still looking at you. 

"I'm here." came a lightly accented voice in the doorway opposite them. You jumped again at his presence.

"Take a look." Nick gestured with a nod in your direction. Jolly finally looked your way, cocking his head to the side.

"Not much of a surprise, is it? I mean, we all knew she was a greedy little whore." Nick shrugged.

Jolly nods. He's the first to speak to Nicholas. "How many times can she come?"

Your mouth goes dry. You can feel Nicholas looking down at you, then he speaks.

"As many times as I feel like."

You gulp loudly, Jolly giving you an evil grin. "Bit late to be nervous, pretty girl. We can all see how wet your slutty little hole is."

Your mouth is open, panting. "Oh, she likes that." Noah is smiling too, the kind of smile you see in horror films. "Likes knowing all her boyfriend's friends know what a dirty girl she is. How bad do you wanna come?"

Your chest is heaving, you can't even think of words. Nicholas slaps your pussy once, to get your attention, making you moan at the contact. 

"Stop being rude. They asked you a question." He pushes.

"I-" You stammer "I wanna come."

Noah rolls his eyes, Nick outright laughs at you.

"You can do better than that." Jolly finally says.

"Please" Your voice is barely above a whisper. "I wanna come so bad, please."

"The little slut does know how to beg, isn't that nice?" Nick croons at you.

They're all slowly moving closer to you, and you finally snap.

"Please, please, I'll be so good, please I wanna come-"

"That's better." Noah praised. "Now take off your panties. They look soaked anyways."

You were scrambling to yank off the garment before he had even finished his sentence. Before you could lay back down, Jolly spoke up. "Shirt too."

You felt your blush deepen, but did as he said, laying back against Nicholas again. "Color?" You heard him whisper.

"Green" you breathed, wriggling around, trying to get comfortable.

"Good girl." Jolly said before Nicholas could. 

You didn't have time to linger on that before Nicholas was stuffing two fingers deep inside you. Your back arched off his chest, a wanton moan escaping you.

"Christ, didn't ease her into it, did ya?" Nick muttered.

"She likes it." Nicholas said flatly, pulling his fingers out to thrust them back in.

"Oh yeah? Do you like that, slutty girl?" Noah asked you, sitting down on the edge of the couch.

You nodded profusely, canting your hips into Nicholas' fingers.

"Look at her go, she'd probably just fuck herself if you let her." Noah sneered.

"Let's try it." Nicholas said, halting his movement, fingers still inside you

You understood immediately what they expected of you, shame coloring your cheeks as you began fucking yourself on your boyfriend's fingers in earnest.

You couldn't fight back the moan that you made, hands coming up to cover your face in shame. 

“Hands by your sides.” Jolly commanded immediately. 

Your hands came down instinctively, fingers digging into your thighs as you looked at them all helplessly. 

“Think she could come like that?” Nick wondered aloud.

You could feel Nicholas’ smirk behind you. “Wanna see?”

He curled his fingers up inside you, aiming them just barely left, and- oh fuck.

“Fuck-” was your only warning before you were shuddering through your orgasm, walls clenching around Nicholas’ fingers. Your legs shifted as the waves passed over your body, toes curling. You were still panting when Jolly spoke.

“Again.”

You gasped, head swiveling around to look at each of them. Even Nick was grinning now, obviously pleased with the direction the evening took. Nicholas slapped your pussy once, again, directing your attention back to him. 

“Ask to come again.” He demanded. 

“What-” You were cut off by another slap, making your whole body shake with the stimulation. 

“Color?” He asked quickly.

“Green.” Was your immediate response. He kissed your temple once, then slapped your pussy a third time.

“Ask to come again.” He repeated. 

“Can I come again?” You whined.

A fourth slap. You could feel your own wetness leaking out of your hole, sliding down your thighs. 

“You can do better than that. Put on a show for our friends.” His words were directly in your ear, breath hot on your neck.

“Please, can I come again, please- I need it so bad, please-” You were a stuttering mess, wriggling around in his lap. 

“That’s a good girl.” Nick said approvingly, sounding smug. You didn’t have time to relish in your victory before Nicholas was rubbing at your clit, the slide of his fingers having virtually no drag amongst the wetness of your pussy. 

“The little whore is gonna ruin the couch.” Noah stated flatly, as if you weren’t about to lose your mind in front of him.

Jolly snorted. “Like you won’t be in here trying to wring out the cushions into your morning coffee tomorrow.”

“Fuck off.” Was Noah’s quick-witted response. 

You could barely hear them over the sensation of your clit being played with, the overstimulation pushing you so close to the edge. 

“She wants it so bad.” Nick said with a soft chuckle. 

“Tell Nick how bad you want it.” Nicholas’ voice was in your ear again. 

“So bad.” Came your hoarse response. “I want it so bad, please let me come again, please, I’ll be good.”

“Such an obedient girl.” Jolly praised. “Do you always do what you’re told?”

A shiver went up your spine. “Um-”

“No, she doesn’t.” Nicholas answered for you. “I had to practically fuck her through the mattress the other day because she didn’t get her way.” 

Your eyes glazed over at the memory. You’d been extra bratty that day, but putting you in your place was something you knew Nicholas enjoyed thoroughly. 

Jolly tsked at you. “Maybe not so obedient. Maybe you shouldn’t get to come again, if you can’t be good.”

“I’ll be good for you.” Was your automatic reply. Nicholas’ ministrations slowed momentarily, then he plunged three fingers into your waiting cunt. 

You came with a sound so carnal that it left your throat sore. You were shaking, whimpering, clawing at the couch beneath you as you all but convulsed in Nicholas’ lap. 

“Look at how her pussy is clenching.” Nick sounded amused.

There were tears in your eyes now from the constant stimulation. Nicholas was kissing your head, petting down your hair. “Color?”

“Green.” You whined softly. 

“Think you can ride my thigh?” Nicholas questioned, rubbing circles on your hip with his thumb.

“Yeah.” You responded, sounding pitiful even to yourself. 

“Three?” Noah asked, looking surprised.

You could hear the smirk in Nicholas’ voice. “She’s had worse.” He shifted you so that his thigh was nestled between your folds, the friction already causing your legs to quake. “Whenever you’re ready, baby.” 

You ground down experimentally, eliciting a moan from yourself that surprised even you. The glide was delicious, smoother and gentler than Nicholas’ calloused fingers. You knew you wouldn’t last long.

Still, you continued to ride his thigh, body on full display for the other three men in the room, who were watching you with rapt attention. 

“Feel good, slutty girl?” Nick questioned, sounding like he already knew the answer.

You nodded, unable to form a cohesive sentence. 

“You have a pretty mouth.” Noah said suddenly. “Shame to see it so empty.”

You shivered at his words, an idea coming into your head. Slowly, deliberately, you brought your hand up to your mouth, popping three fingers in and sucking deeply. 

“Poor slut needs all her needy little holes filled, huh?” Jolly goaded, eyes dark. You realized belatedly that all of them were sporting obvious bulges, pants tenting over their cocks. Nick was outright palming himself. 

While sucking on your own fingers gave you something to focus on besides the feeling of being set on fire, it wasn’t enough to fight off the tears of overstimulation as you grew closer and closer to your third orgasm. They rolled down your cheeks as you ground yourself further and further onto your boyfriend’s thigh. 

“C’mon pretty girl, give us one more.” Nick encouraged, sensing how close you were. 

Nicholas’ hands came up to your waist to help slide you back and forth on his thigh, fingertips digging into your flesh. Your free hand came up to rest atop his, as you popped your fingers out of your mouth. 

“Nicky, I’m so close, I’m-” You all but sobbed to your boyfriend. 

“Shh, I know sweet girl, it’s okay, let go.” He said soothingly.

“No, Nicky I- I-” You stammered.

Realization dawned on him. “That’s okay, baby, you can do it.”

That was all the confirmation you needed as you came with a sob, your slick squirting onto his leg in rivulets. You shook violently as you came, only staying upright due to his hands on your waist. Someone said “Holy shit.” but you couldn’t place the voice, overcome with pleasure as you trembled through it. 

You were still shaking as Nicholas pulled you down into his chest, rubbing arcs onto your back. “Good girl, you did so good baby, good job.” He was whispering in your ear softly. A split second later, Noah was there with a glass of water for you. You took it and gulped it down gratefully, giving him a small, “Thank you.”

Jolly was next, laying a blanket over the both of you, hands careful not to brush against you. You hadn’t realized you were shivering, and you were about to thank him when Nick handed you a sleeve of Ritz crackers, making you giggle at the gesture. 

“Thanks guys.” You gave them a small smile, tearing open the package and nibbling on a cracker. 

“Thank you.” Nick said with a bow, making you laugh again. 

“Seriously, I’m gonna go have some ‘me’ time and burn the last 2 hours into my brain so I can recall it when needed.” Noah said with a grin. 

“I was thinking of having a frame by frame storyboard tattooed on my back.” Jolly added helpfully. 

You snorted. “Guys, please no brain burning or tattoos. There’s always next time.”

They all froze, then spoke in unison. 

“Next time?”

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[4rtificialfolio]

Baby Doll - Dom folio x F!reader (short)

Genre: smut, fluff at the end

Warnings: 18+ Dominant Nick, Sub reader, use of spread bar and handcuffs, Wand, Edging, blindfold, face & vaginal slapping, orgasm denial, orgasm countdown

I couldn’t get dominant Folio out of my head so enjoy :)

nsfw under the cut, not proof read

master list

“No no, stay still baby doll. Only good girls get to cum, you can be a good girl can’t you?”

“But Nick-“ you whine in frustration as he holds the wand to your swollen bud. He’s been teasing you relentlessly all day; wearing your favourite tee of his that hugs his biceps just a little too tight, walking around the house shirtless glistening with sweat after drum practice, purposefully “forgetting” his towel resulting in him walking into your bedroom naked with a smug look on his face, rubbing and squeezing your thigh as you watch tv. All day he’s been pushing and pushing you to the edge so, you thought, why not have a little fun yourself? In hindsight that was a mistake, a happy mistake but a mistake nonetheless. It wasn’t you “accidentally” dropping ice cream on your t-shirt and stripping it off in front of him that made him break, or you putting on a very thin, white crop top with no bra afterward. No, it was the eye roll you gave when he called you a smart arse for correcting his sentence. That stupid eye roll is how you got yourself in this situation; your hands handcuffed to the spread bar that’s keeping your legs open, pussy dripping on full display for him, blindfolded and begging him to let you cum. He’s not always dominant, Nick can be so sweet and caring during sex. He loves to worship you, praise you, and give you all the pleasure even if it means sacrificing his release, but now and then, if you push him far enough, he’ll break.

“c’mon pretty baby use your words, tell me what you want” A sharp sting travels through you as he spanks your dripping cunt with his tatted hand.

“Please let me cum, I’ll be good i promise” you wriggle your hips in a desperate attempt to gain any sort of friction and relief.

“oh but you haven’t been a good girl, have you doll? think you can show me how good you can be” frantically, you nod your head, desperate to show him you can behave. He removes your blindfold and tosses it aside so he can look you in the eyes as he reapplies the wand to your clit.

“I’m gonna count to 10 then you can cum, but don’t you dare cum before or you won’t get to cum for a week. Think you can do that for me doll?” God this is torture and he’s loving every minute of it, seeing his pretty baby so fucked out and desperate for him.

“1..2..3”

The countdown feels like its going on forever, every slight movement you make sends you closer and closer to the edge. You’re in such a daze that you’re struggling to focus, barely able to hear him counting. All you can think about is the pleasure pulsing through you. Just the feeling of your nipples brushing ever so slightly against your arms, sending a tingling feeling through your chest, makes you fling your head back into the pillow; but Nick isn’t happy with that, he wants to see you pleading with your eyes as you struggle to hold on.

Giving your cheek a quick slap, he grabs your jaw to make you look at him.

“Nuh uh, eyes on me baby, that’s it”

To make matters worse, he pushes two fingers inside you, dragging them in and out at a relentless pace making you whine louder and louder.

“7..8..9 oh you’re doing so well, nearly there beautiful”

You’re right at the edge, arching your back trying so hard to hold off until he reaches 10, but he won’t say it yet. He wants to see his baby shake just a little longer.

“hmm Nick-“

“You’ve done so well baby, you ready to cum for me?” You swear you’ve never nodded so fast in your life.

“10. that’s it, good girl cum on my fingers”

Pleasure pulses through your body as you finally reach your climax, You scream Nick’s name as your vision goes cloudy and your legs begin to shake. Nick removes his fingers, watching you clench around nothing as he unbinds your wrists and ankles.

“you did so good baby, so good” He pulls a blanket over you and holds you as your body starts to calm down, giving you kisses all over your face as he gently strokes your hair. This is your favourite side of nick, of course dominant nick is beyond hot, sexy, fun and thrilling but, this Nick? Sweet Nick who would do anything for his baby girl, who loves just to hold you in his arms, drawing circles on your back as you’re nuzzled into his chest, watching as you swiftly drift off to sleep. That’s your favourite Nick, but any Nick will do for you.

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[collapsedglasshouses]

FIC RECOMMENDATIONS

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

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

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

LAST UPDATED APRIL 3 2024

BAD OMENS:

Noah Sebastian x OC/Reader:

✫ JUST PRETEND by @thefallennightmare & @thescarlettvvitch

✫ ENTOMBED by @thescarlettvvitch

✫ MERCY by @thefallennightmare

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

✫ SWEEP ME OF MY FEET by @badnoahmens

✫ PULLED FROM THE GREY by @crimson-calligraphyx

✫ SWEETENED BREATH, TONGUE SO MEAN by @rottingfern

✫ SCREAM by @foliosriot

✫ THE ROTTEN AND UGLY by @foliosriot

✫ THE INEVITABILITY OF LOVE AT SECOND SIGHT by @veronicaphoenix

Nicholas Ruffilo x OC/Reader:

✫ SAFETY NET by @measuredingold

✫ DISGUISED IN YOUR SHEETS by @deathblacksmoke

✫ DELICATE BEGINNING RUSH by @concreteburialplot

Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x OC/Reader:

✫ LITTLE ONE by @cowpokeomens

✫ ABSOLUTION by @cowpokeomens

✫ SCAR by @ladyveronikawrites

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

Nick Folio x OC/Reader:

✫ CLUTCH by @kingdomof-omens

✫ LIMONCELLO by @sinkingteethinwhitenoise

✫ HARDER by @sorrowsofsilence

✫ THE CRAZIER I CAME by @deathblacksmoke

Matt Dierkes x OC/Reader:

✫ FOR YOU? NEVER by @thefallennightmare

✫ JUST FOR TONIGHT by @withcrossesandframes

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

Other Pairings:

✫ LOST IN THE CONCRETE JUNGLE by @ladyveronikawrites

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

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

Love Triangle:

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

MOTIONLESS IN WHITE:

Vinny Mauro x OC/Reader:

✫ SURPRISE by @ravieisunhinged

✫ BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE by @beaker1636

✫ SWEET BOY by @circle-with-me

Ricky Olson x OC/Reader:

tba

Chris Motionless x OC/Reader:

tba

Other Pairings:

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

dividers by @saradika-graphics

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[0fth34byss]

Dating Nick Folio moodboard

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[dsireland86]

The Best Kind of Danger

Nick Folio + Cassie

Warnings: Language and sexual content

Part 2

The way her body moved made him weak in the knees. He watched her when she wasn't looking; studied her body, her curves, and outlined every part about her that he loved before turning away as soon as she would catch him staring. She was the sweetness that his soul needed, the very essence of kindness and beauty, and the way she carried herself was unlike anything he'd ever seen in a woman before. She was intoxicating, beautiful, and passionate, but of everything she was, there was just one thing she wasn't. His.

"Holy fuck, dude if you say one more word about the stupid box of pens, Nicholas, I'm going to lose it! It's been two whole days and all I've heard since the last show we played back in Michigan, has been about a fucking box of pens. I don't know where they are!" 

Folio threw himself down on the couch in the makeshift kitchen area of the bus, rubbing his hands down his face. A gentle hand slithered its way up his back and rested on his shoulder. 

"Easy, Folio, he didn't mean anything by it," Cassie said scooting forward and resting her chin on his shoulder. Folio took a deep breath at the feeling of her hand on him and her body so close. It was just the thing he needed at the moment, and she knew it. 

"I know," he nodded, looking over his shoulder at her and smiling. Cassie returned the smile and gently caressed his back before getting up. 

"I'm going to help Nicholas look for those pens."

"Thank you!" Matt shouted, walking past her, toward the driver's compartment of the bus. "I'm so close to throwing him out."

Cassie chuckled, taking Folio's hand he held out to her.

"You won't do that, and you know it; shit Nicholas even knows it. That's why he's still bitching." 

Noah stood up and removed his earbuds only to grab a bottle of water from the fridge as Matt continued to scowl. Cassie planted her attention, avoiding the spat that was about to happen between Matt and Noah, on Folio as he rubbed circles over the back of her hand with his calloused thumb. His touch sent shivers over her body, creating a longing for more. She wanted him all over her; taking, grabbing, pulling whatever it was he needed from her to satisfy him. The thoughts made Cassie's core clench, a strong desire instantly spreading over her, and when Folio looked up at her through his soft yet mischievous brown eyes, she could do nothing else but grin. 

But Cassie had a secret about herself that always made her pull back from getting too close to Folio. It was a secret she wasn't willing to share with him because of what it meant and if he ever found out he probably wouldn't want her anyway. She could never live with that type of rejection. So she kept her feelings for Nick to herself. No matter how bad it hurt; no matter how bad she wanted him.

 Folio often tried to work up the courage to tell Cassie how he felt about her. How he needed her to know that he was falling for her and couldn't slow down, how she made him feel alive more than anything else around him, but when he'd get her attention, he'd choke on his words and make excuses to avoid telling her the truth, always leaving him frustrated and flustered. It left him with a craving he knew only she could satisfy.

Cassie began to notice the little things. She noticed Nick's stares and the way he lingered a little longer around her, even though he had a lot of work to do before and after the shows. She noticed how her body reacted and betrayed her hard resistance every time she saw him. But most of all she noticed his smile and that it was always the widest when he looked at her or teased her when messing around for fun. Folio had her heart and she didn't want anyone else to have it. Just Nick and only Nick.

The Tennessee air was warm, yet when the cool breeze blew in from the Great Smokey Mountains, it was enough to send chill bumps over Cassie's skin.

"You're cold. You should put my hoodie on, it'll keep you warm." 

Folio came up beside her in the green room, noticing the way Cassie was holding her arms around herself for extra warmth. She smiled at him, making his heart flutter, and thanked him. Returning with it, Folio handed over the black hoodie to her, watching as she gracefully filled one of his favorite pieces of clothing. It was a little big on her, but the way Cassie looked in black gave Folio a dirty vision of her wearing nothing but that hoodie and what it would feel like to have his hands sliding up her thighs and over her small, perky ass that he loved looking at. He was getting hard at just the thought.

"What?" She looked up at him through narrow eyes.

"What?" He asked, licking his lips and then taking the top one in between his teeth. 

"You're staring." Cassie lightly grinned.

"Am I?"

"Yeah just a little," she said softly. 

Nick moved in closer, filling Cassie's personal space, and letting his eyes wander over her, soaking in her features as the scent of flowers protruded from beneath his hoodie.

"Well, you're making it a little hard not to." His eyes met hers and he saw the surprise in them. 

"What? You don't think so?"

Cassie shook her head. "You know what I think about myself, Nick, so let's not go there." Her eyes drifted away from Folio's, looking elsewhere other than him. 

"Yeah I know, and I hate that you think about yourself that way," he sighed, fixing his inear piece.  

Cassie shrugged her shoulders. "It is what it is."

"It doesn't have to be," he replied giving her a look that instantly took her breath away. Was Nick hitting on her?

Folio pulled his drumsticks from his back pockets, twirling one of them between his fingers. 

"Wish me luck," he said, still within Cassie's personal space.

A smile lit up her face, finally wiping away the sadness that was there a second ago. 

"I don't need to. You're already amazing. You'll do great; just like always."

Cassie reached over and laid her hand on Nick's bare arm, rubbing the tattoo of the virgin Mary he'd gotten years ago.

Folio leaned in and kissed her cheek, sending shockwaves of emotion throughout her entire body. He'd made her instantly wet, and she could feel herself blushing as the emotions ran straight down into her sex. It was a feeling she'd never felt before and it made her clench her thighs together. Nick ran off toward the stage before Cassie could even react, but he turned back around and gave her a wink and that goofy smile of his that always made her laugh. Reaching up to her cheek, she placed her fingertips over the spot where Nick had laid his lips and grinned, embracing the schoolgirl feeling it gave her.

It was clear to Cassie that something serious was happening between her Folio, and as she stood next to Bryan, watching Nick do what he always did best, she knew, without a doubt, that she had one hundred percent fallen for him. It was dangerous, she knew it, but what had just happened between the two of them, gave her all the confidence she needed. Cassie's entire heart and soul really did belong to Nick Folio; even if he didn't know it yet. 

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[sinkingteethinwhitenoise]

Loving You Easy - Nick Folio (18+)

Pairing: Nick Folio x fem!Reader

Warnings: SMUT 18+ MDNI, Fluff, Kissing, Fingering, Nipple Play, Unprotected p in v

Word Count: 1.6k

Notes: This is just a late ass Valentine's Day one shot. Sorry it's so late. ): Credit to @cafekitsune for the dividers.

It wasn’t Nick’s fault. You knew that. But you couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed. What person in a relationship wouldn’t be if they had to spend Valentine’s Day alone? You knew he couldn’t control when the tour ended, travel time, and unexpected flight delays. That didn’t mean you weren’t allowed to be upset, though. 

The plan for your very lonely Valentine’s Day was originally to just rot in bed, watch movies, and order takeout. However, your friends seemed to have other plans. About halfway through your first movie of the day, the group chat you had with your friends started blowing up as they began to plan a Galentines outing. They decided on a plan in record time, and then began to practically beg you to come out with them. You figured that it would be better to get out and hang out with your friends instead of wallowing in your own self pity; so you agreed.

Apparently, one of your friends managed to score a 6 o’clock reservation at one of the best Italian restaurants in town. You decided not to question how they managed that on such short notice, instead finishing your movie and watching a few episodes of your comfort show to kill time until you had to get ready. 

By the time 5:30 rolled around, you were all dolled up in your cutest little red dress. Your hair and makeup were done to perfection. Well, as close to perfection as you could get it. After a quick once over in the mirror to make sure nothing was out of place, you were off. You made it to the restaurant about ten minutes early. Strangely, there was no sign of your friends when you arrived. They had said they would wait outside of the restaurant, and while there were people waiting outside, you didn’t know any of them. 

As you scanned the crowd with your eyes, you felt a tap on your shoulder. Expecting to see one of your friends, you spun around. When your eyes met the person before you, your jaw dropped and your eyes welled up with tears. There before you stood Nick, who wasn’t supposed to be back until sometime tomorrow, in slacks and a dress shirt, holding a single red rose. Without saying anything, you wrapped your arms around him and hugged him tight. He held you close with a nearly suffocating grip. 

“How are you here?” you asked him, in awe. “I thought your flight got delayed.”

“I was able to get on a different flight,” he explained, pulling back from the hug. “I had your friends cover for me so I could surprise you.”

You held his face in your hands. “I missed you so much,” you breathed, leaning in to kiss him. 

“I missed you too, darlin’,” he murmured against your lips. 

The kiss was slow, sweet, and soft. It was filled with so much love that you started to feel like you were floating. When you pulled away, you delicately dabbed at your eyes so as to not ruin your makeup with unshed happy tears. Nick finally handed you the red rose he’d brought for you and you took it with a smile. He then wrapped an arm around you and led you into the restaurant.

The moment the two of you got home, your hands were all over each other. Nick’s lips moved against yours eagerly. His hands gripped your ass and began to knead at the flesh through the fabric of your dress as you worked to unbutton his dress shirt. Once it was unbuttoned, you slid it down his shoulders. He moved his hands to shrug it the rest of the way off, then his hands were right back on you. They started at your hips this time and moved their way up and onto your back until his fingertips hit the zipper of your dress. 

“This dress is fucking beautiful,” he murmured. “But it would look so much better on the floor.” With that, he unzipped the garment and you let it fall to the floor. The cool air hit your bare breasts and caused your nipples to pebble. He took a moment to look over your body, fully take in the sight of you standing only in your panties in front of him. A groan sounded from the back of his throat. “Fuck,” he breathed. “You’re so fucking beautiful. I missed you so much.” He pulled you flush to him and kissed you again, all eagerness and need. 

You whimpered against his lips as your nipples brushed up against his warm, flushed chest. Your hands found their way into his hair, gripping it as he sucked on your tongue. You felt his hands slide to the backs of your thighs. “Jump,” he mumbled on your lips. You did as he said, your legs wrapping around his waist as he held you up and carried you to the bedroom. 

Nick placed you on the bed gently and kissed down your neck. He sucked at the spot that he knew would get you squirming, reveling in your whimpers and the way your breath hitched. Once there was a deep purple mark decorating your neck, he kissed down to your chest. He took one of your pert nipples into his mouth and sucked at it, running his tongue around it. He used his hand to play with and pinch at the other. Your back arched and soft moans escaped your lips. 

He looked up at you as he released your nipple with a soft pop and ran his tongue across it. “So sensitive,” he teased. “That feel good, baby?” 

“Mhm,” you whined, nodding your head, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.

He switched to your other breast and swirled his tongue around the nipple. “How about we use our words?” he hummed before taking your other nipple in his mouth, sucking just like he did to the other. 

“Feels s’good,” you whined, involuntarily grinding your hips upwards. 

He groaned into your skin and began to move his hand from your breast down your body, his fingertips ghosting down your stomach on their way to where you needed him most. He ran a finger through your folds and immediately moaned, popping off of your nipple once again. “Baby,” he groaned. “You’re fucking soaked.” Before you could even respond, he plunged two fingers inside of you. 

You gasped and let out a trembling moan as he immediately started to scissor and curl his fingers inside of you. He pressed his lips to yours and sloppily kissed you as his fingers worked inside of you. You mewled into his mouth as his palm continuously bumped against your clit. He swallowed every sound you made while you clenched around his fingers. 

“You close, doll?” he murmured on your lips. 

“Mhm,” you whined into his mouth. 

“Go ‘head,” he whispered. “Come all over my fingers. You can do it, baby.”

You clamped down on his fingers like a vice, nearly sobbing as you reached your peak. Your back arched off the bed and he slowed his pace to let you ride out your orgasm. “There ya go,” he hummed. “Good job, doll.”

You whimpered when he finally removed his fingers. He brought them up to his mouth and sucked them clean, moaning at the taste. “You wanna taste yourself?” he asked with a smirk. When you nodded in response, he pressed his lips to yours once more, slowly kissing you and slipping his tongue into your mouth. When he pulled away he rested his forehead against yours. “Tastes good, huh?” he murmured, lips turned up into a small smile. 

“Yeah,” you breathed out, staring into those big brown eyes. “Nick,” you whispered. “I need you inside of me. Please.” 

“Yeah? You want it?” 

“I need it.” 

He sat up enough to get his pants and boxers off, then he lined himself up at your entrance. He slowly began to push inside, groaning once he was all the way in. “Fuuuck,” he moaned. He leaned down to capture your lips in another kiss as he began to thrust, deep and slow. 

Your back arched off of the bed as he buried himself inside of you, his hips flush to your ass. He began to grind into you while staying completely inside of you, hitting that deepest spot with each movement. He pressed his forehead to yours, “Look at me, doll.” 

You opened your eyes to look into his, whimpering with each thrust of his hips and forcing your eyes to stay open. “S’good,” you whined breathlessly. “I love you s’much.”

“Fuck,” he grunted. “I love you too, baby. So fucking much.” He began to pant as he got closer and closer to his peak, which was coming a lot faster than it would have had he not been away from you for so long. 

His rhythm began to falter and you wrapped your legs around his waist, keeping him in place. “Want you to come in me,” you breathed. You were close to your own orgasm as well, your walls fluttering around him. 

“Oh fuck,” he nearly whimpered. “I-I’m coming, oh fuck.” He made sure he was as deep as he could be as he spilled rope after rope of hot cum inside of you, moaning throughout his climax. “Fuck, I love you,” he moaned out. 

The feeling of him coming undone inside of you triggered your second orgasm of the night. Your nails raked down his back and your eyes rolled back, chanting his name as you spasmed around him, milking him dry. Once he pulled out, he quickly went to get something to clean you both up and hurried back. He gently cleaned you, careful not to do anything that would overstimulate you. Then, he laid next to you and pulled you close. You felt at home in each other's arms. And fell asleep feeling safe and loved.

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[malice-ov-mercy]

Shotgun

Us

Pairing: Nick Folio x fem!Reader

Content warnings: 18+!, smoking (specifically weed), fingering, handjob

A/N: first Folio fic!!!! I got a brain worm that had to be fed. Also I’ve only ever smoked weed once and absolutely hated the experience. It was from a gravity bong which I feel added tremendously to the horrible experience. I didn’t pull the bottle up fast enough and ended up fucking inhaling some water and spent who knows long coughing. Shit fucking burned so bad. I can STILL feel that pain every time I think of it. 0/10 do not recommend.

Word count: just under 2k

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The chilly autumn air prickled your skin. A dress, though long sleeved, certainly wasn’t the best choice of wear. It was a fine choice for when you were inside, but it did little to offer warmth outside. You tried to protest when Nick wanted to go smoke outside, sighting your attire. He brushed your concern away and practically dragged you out on the bench.

You didn’t smoke often, really you only did when you hung out with Nick. It’s not something you particularly enjoyed. Doing it with him though made it more enjoyable. You told yourself you weren’t going to smoke before you came over, but Nick just came back from tour and you’d missed him. He needed to unwind and if you were honest with yourself, so did you.

Nick lit the joint, taking a few quick puffs to get it going. He took a big hit then exhaled a satisfied sigh. He leaned his head back and handed the joint to you.

You took a long hit before handing it back to Nick. The smoke lingered in your chest as you closed your eyes. You could feel eyes on you as you exhaled. When you opened your eyes, you saw Nick staring. There was a mischievous like wonder in the way he was looking at you. He wasn’t subtle as his gaze wandered. He took another hit.

“You ever tried shotgunning before?” Nick exhaled.

“What, like a beer?”

The sound of his laughter rumbled in your ears.

“Not exactly, no.”

Nick grinned, taking another hit. You glanced at him with a raised brow.

“Then what do you mean?”

He puffed smoke in your direction, laughing lightly as you coughed and waved the cloud away. He turned so he was facing you.

“Do you want me to explain or show you?”

You narrowed your eyes, shifting so you were facing him. “Explain.”

Nick took another hit, blowing the smoke out of the side of his mouth. “You take a hit then someone else sucks the smoke out of your mouth.”

“That sounds like a kiss, Nick.”

“In a way, I guess it is.” Nick eyed you. “Wanna try it?”

His gaze made you shiver— or maybe it was the chill of the air, or the fact that he more or less maybe just asked you if you wanted to kiss. You’d be lying if you said you’d never thought about it. You’ve been friends for forever. Of course it’s crossed your mind once or a dozen times.

“Sure, why not?” You hoped your response didn’t sound as shaky as it felt.

Nick smirked mischievously, and handed you the joint.

“Okay. Close your eyes.”

You did as Nick said. You closed your eyes and took a hit, letting the smoke stay trapped in your mouth. Hands cupped your face, then Nick’s mouth came to yours. Your lips parted just enough to let him suck the smoke—and air—from your lungs. It made your head spin. You grabbed your knees to keep yourself from tumbling on top of him.

Nick’s lips stayed on yours long after he stole your breath. It was far from a kiss. His lips merely resting on yours. You felt them twitch and wondered just how soft they would be against yours. When he did finally pull away, you found yourself leaning forward trying to chase them. His chuckle made your heart flutter.

“Was that okay?” He whispered. You nodded with half opened eyes. “Do you… wanna try it?”

There was enough left for one small puff. You nodded again, watching as he brought the joint to his lips. Nick’s glossy eyes bore into yours. He inhaled and waited. With shaky hands, you cupped his face. His skin was so soft and smooth. There was a glint in his eyes. Your heart pounded against your ribs. You wondered if Nick could hear it.

His eyes fluttered shut as you leaned in. He parted his lips before your mouth was even on his, causing some smoke to leisurely linger between his lips. You captured his lips and breathed in. There was a lot less smoke than you expected. A rush went through your head. It made you dizzy. You gripped Nick’s face a little more, subconsciously pulling him closer. His lips twitched again. The temptation to kiss him was agonizing, but you didn’t want to cross a boundary.

“(Y/N), ” Nick breathed. His breath was hot against your lips. You hummed a response.

“Please kiss me.”

The plea rippled through you. You happily obliged, melting into him as you kissed him. He groaned when you slid your tongue in his mouth. His hands landed high on your thighs, gripping them firmly and pushing your dress up. Goosebumps spread across your body. Nick sat up on his knees and crawled on top of you, your back now flush against the cushioned bench seat. Your legs spread. One of them dangled off the edge of the bench, allowing him more room to fit between them. One of his hands was now at your waist. The other was placed above you on the arm rest.

He squeezed your side. A quiet moan got lost between your kiss. Nick repeated the action hoping to get the same reaction, and squeezed with more force when he did. His hand massaged further down until he found your inner thigh. He could feel the warmth radiating from you. He dug his fingers into your thigh, creeping higher and higher until he was at the waistband of your panties. Your head spun as he gave it a gentle tug.

Nick broke the kiss, his breathing heavy, breath warm against your lips. He looked down at you with such an intense desire, it made you shiver. A few strands of his hair came to frame just below his eyes. He’d always been nice to look at. You loved admiring him, but right now, you couldn’t keep his gaze. It was too much. He was looking at you like you were the only thing in the entire universe.

“Can I?” He asked, tugging again at your waistband. Not meeting his gaze, you gave a small nod.

“(Y/N), look at me. Please.”

You did as he asked. His eyes were still drenched in every shade of lust, but there was also a softness, one that tugged at your heart and made it flip.

“Can I touch you?” The tone of his voice sent a new wave of arousal through you. You nodded again, but he didn’t move—not until he heard you verbally say yes.

His hand carefully slipped inside your panties.

“Goddamn,” Nick breathed, his fingers spreading your folds open, coating them in your arousal, “You’re so fucking wet.”

He teased your clit, savoring the sound of your breathless gasps. His touch was so gentle yet deliberate. He started playing around with his movements, applying more pressure here and picking up the pace there, trying to pull the best reaction from you. He slid his fingers down, teasing your entrance, a pad of his finger softly prodding at it. Your back arched as he kept teasing.

“Nick, please.” You pled, eyes closing.

Nick easily slid a finger inside.

“Oh my god,” he groaned, pumping slowly. You moaned when he added a second finger. You wriggled your hips, desperate for more. “You’re really into this, aren’t you?”

Not only could you feel how wet you were, but you could hear it too. Nick muttered to himself with every thrust of fingers. He curled them, searching for that sweet spot. You cried out, body twitching intensely as he found it.

“I can’t believe how wet you are,” His voice was in your ear, low and husky, “so worked up just for me.”

He pressed a kiss just below your ear, then trailed down to the crook of your neck. His kisses were wet, you wanted him to bite down, but he didn’t.

“Nick,” You whimpered as he hit that spot again. He pressed his forehead to yours.

“Look at me sweetheart. I want to see those pretty eyes when you cum.”

You open your eyes, almost coming undone the second they find Nick’s lustful stare. You choke out a moan when he smiles at you. Warmth spreads through your body. You’re so close. He keeps his pace steady, but when your breaths became more uneven and strained, he sped up.

“That’s it. That’s my girl. Cum for me.”

His words bring you over the edge. A breathless moan of his name escapes as your body quakes beneath him. He slows his fingers, letting you ride out your orgasm. When your finished, Nick kisses your cheek and slowly removes his fingers. You whine. He stays hovered you, and brings his fingers to your face. They’re drenched in your arousal.

“I wonder what you taste like.”

Your mind races with the implication. You watch as Nick brings his finger to his mouth, his tongue taking a small taste. His eyes briefly fluttered closed then looked at you, a new type of hunger in his eyes. He moves his fingers to your mouth. Your mouth parted enough to let him slide them in. Your tongue licked his fingers clean, sucking them as he slowly removed them from your mouth.

“Fuck.” He moaned.

Nick crashes his lips to yours. He pulls a moan deep from your chest when he bites your lower lip. The kiss is bruising, desperate. It’s a mash of tongues and teeth clacking together. It’s sloppy and saturated with a profound need. It’s everything either of you had ever fantasized and more. You tugged the collar of his shirt, urging him to come closer. He pressed himself against you. One of your hands came down to grip his erection through his jeans. He groaned, pulling his mouth away from you. He breathed heavily against your lips as you palmed.

“Shit,” he closed his eyes, rolling his hips into your hand, desperate for more friction. You struggled to unbutton his jeans with one hand, but managed to do it. You snuck your hand between the denim and his boxers. He hissed when you rubbed him through the fabric.

“Can I touch you now?” You rasped.

“If you don’t, I will.”

The edge in Nick’s voice shot deep in your bones. It was hungry and low, filled with need and desire. You slipped your hand inside his boxers, teasing the head of his cock with your thumb, swirling the pre cum all around. His dick twitched in your hand. You ran your palm down the underside of his shaft then back up. He rutted himself against your hand.

“Fu-uck,” Nick breathed, “(Y/N), please.”

You wrapped your fingers around him and started pumping slowly. Nick’s head lulled forward and rested against yours. He pressed his lips to yours. Your grip around his dick tightened. A small smile formed on your lips when he moaned into your mouth. Nick thrusted his hips, prompting you to quicken your strokes. He broke the kiss with a low gasp. A colorful variety of swears and sounds trickled out of his throat. His hips start to stagger.

“I’m— fuck,” he pants, breath hot against your mouth, “I need to—“

Before the words are fully out of his mouth, Nick unloads, a deep grunt emanating from his chest. You keep pumping until he can’t take anymore. He grasps your wrist and pulls your hand away.

“Hey Nick?”

His eyes opened and locked with yours. You saw his pupils dilate as you brought your hand between your mouths. His nostrils flared when you licked his cum from your fingers, then softly pressed them to his lips. Nick let you slip them in his mouth. Your jaw slacked as his tongue twisted and spread between your digits, cleaning up every last drop you didn’t. Your mind raced, wondering exactly how his tongue would feel running wild between your thighs. Your heart pounded.

Or maybe it was Nick’s.

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[ladyveronikawrites]

Smut Prompt Writing Challenge [Nick Folio x Reader]

PAIRING: Folio x female reader

KINK: #5 ORGASM DENIAL 

SMUT PROMPT #29 “you’re such a needy girl”

CW: teasing, orgasm denial, sex toy, oral (female receiving), p in v sex (unprotected)

*This is a work of fiction, based on real people in fictious situations. Please don't yuck someone else's yum; scroll on.//**

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Leaning over the pool table, you hear Nick Folio chuckle behind you. The mini skirt he asked you to wear without panties, of course, rides up your thigh slightly. Not to be indecent as you are in public but just enough to make Nick’s eyes darken with desire. 

Your shoulders tense as you line up your shot with your cue. You bite your lip to muffle the yelp trying to free itself from your lips as your pussy clenches around the vibrating toy inside you.

“Little Fucker,” you curse under your breath.

When the pulsing stops, you try to focus on your breathing again. You take your shot and sink one of your striped balls into the corner pocket. “Ha!” you exclaim as Nick eyes the rest of balls on the table. You stick your tongue out which earns you a glare as he closes the distance. “It’s just the beginning,” he leans in to whisper in your ear.

He’s right; we are tied so anything could happen. The shot of whiskey you both took before starting the game finally has kicked in losing up your rigid muscles. You point and laugh at Nick when he misses his shot. But instead of a sarcastic remark, Nick opens his phone to the app controlling your toy and sends a quick and tense buzz as punishment. Clenching your thighs and jaw tight all you can do is flip him off. Nick’s tight line lip curls slightly as his finger hovers over the button that could be your demise. 

“Ok, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” you rush out raising your hands in surrender. “I’ll stop. I promise. Scouts honor.” You mock a salute and he just rolls his eyes. 

“Quit procrastinating and take your shot,” he says playfully.

“It’s only fair,” Nick remarks as he eyes your stance. “You took it upon yourself to tell the guys you could beat me in a game of pool. That ‘you were the best player in the world’.”

You stand up straight glaring at Nick. “Hey, I was drunk, okay? But I’m still right,” You give Nick a wicked grin. The cue slides easily through your hand hitting the targeted ball which lands smoothly in the middle side pocket. 

From the bar stool, you watch Nick take his calculated shot. With a thunk, his ball lands in the corner pocket. Shit. You press your thighs together waiting for the vibrations. Nick grabs his phone and makes his way to you. You open your mouth to say something sarcastic but he silences you with the finger pressed to your lips.

“You are going to get us some water because it’s going to be a long night,” Nick whispers into your ear. ”I need my girl to be hydrated.” Nick smirks as he offers you his hand which you take cautiously. You take a few steps towards the bar when all of a sudden, low and steady vibrations rumble against your aching pussy. 

You swallow a moan as you approach the bar then throw your head over your shoulder to send daggers at Nick. To your dismay, he doesn’t pity you but rather grins and waves back at you. He is going to be the death of me and my pussy. 

Miraculously, you don’t spill a drop of water on your way back to Nick despite the constant throbbing between your thighs. Nick rewards you with praise and a kiss on the cheek. 

When the sensation ceases you flop down on the stool and blow out the breath you’d been holding. You quickly slurp down the water as Nick sets the appetizer down on the high table. You sit and chat while devouring the food, grateful for the rest. With empty plates and satisfied bellies, Nick offers his hand once again. 

When you miss this time, you don’t bite back the soft moan but let the pleasure pulse through you. Your body stiffens when a firm body presses against your back. Warm hands wrap around your waist. Nick’s earthy cologne fills your senses as he pushes away your hair and presses a kiss to the back of your neck. He grinds against you just as the rumbling stops. “Fuck,” your head rolls back against Nick’s chest. 

“Don’t cum yet,” Nick growls. 

“Please,” you whimper, grinding back into him.

“You’re such a needy girl.” He leans down and nips at your earlobe. His breath is hot when he says, “No.” 

You whine when he pulls from you to chalk up his cue. You huff when you take your seat, your thighs sticking together. 

You take your final shot and sink the winning ball. You jump up and down cheering. 

“Good game,” Nick says, taking your cue and hanging it up. “Your reward is in the bathroom. I’ll see you soon.” Nick winks at you as your mouth drops open. Your heartbeat pounds in your ear and your cheeks flush. You mentally shake yourself then give Nick a shy grin. 

You shut the bathroom door and stop yourself from locking the door out of habit. Staring at yourself in the mirror you fuss with your hair as your insecurities flood your mind. Lost in thought you don’t hear the door shut and lock. 

“There’s my little pool shark,” Nick grabs you by the waist turning you into an embrace.  

"How wet are you darling? 

Nick slides his hand down your sides to hitch up your skirt. A small yelp leaves your lips when Nick grabs your waist to plop you onto the sink counter. Spreading your legs wide, he leans down to your exposed core. Nick gently moves the antenna from the U-shaped toy to the side to gain access to your pussy.

“Baby.” Nick’s breath is hot against your soaked folds making your legs jerk. Nick clamps down on your thighs with his arms. “Relax,” he mumbles against your throbbing sex. “The fun is about to begin.” 

Nick smirks up at you from between your thighs. His eyes are dark with desire. Nick kisses your mound before pulling you to the edge of the counter. He instructs you to lean back slightly and brace your hands on the countertop for stability. His commanding tone makes heat flood to your core and your walls clench around the toy.

Nick stands up and gets his phone out of his pocket. “No cumming until I say you can.” His finger hovers over the app on his phone that controls your silicone toy. 

“I understand." The last word ending in a breathy moan.

You squeeze your eyes shut waiting for the vibration to hit you. You shriek in surprise when the toy starts to buzz inside you; a low and teasing rumble. 

Nick chuckles before spreading your folds with his tongue. He licks lazy circles around your clit as the toy continues its slow assault on your g-spot. 

“Oh, God” you shout throwing your head back as Nick slowly sinks a finger into your pulsing entrance pushing the toy deeper into you. He slowly pushes in and out until your legs start to tremble then he pulls the toy out of you.  You whimper at the emptiness. 

"I want to hear you beg for it," Nick says lowly into your ear as he slides two fingers easily Into you.  He teases the spongy spot with his fingertip earning him a back arching mewl. “Fuck,” a curse tumbles from your lips.

"Fuck, baby you are so wet." He looks at the space where his fingers disappear into you, his fingers glistening with your arousal. He curves his fingers in deep. Your pussy walls flutter against his fingers. 

“Hold on, I know you are close.” Nick’s eyes bore into your soul and its almost your undoing but he quickly removes his fingers from you. He flashes you a wicked grin when you whine with need. 

“Please Nick, I need you.” You bite your lip as the vibrations suddenly stop. “Dammit, Nick please-” Fast as lightning, Nick unbuttons his pants and pulls his hard cock from his boxers. He pushes the tip against your entrance plunging the toy in deeper. Pressure builds at your core and you don’t know how much longer you’ll last. “Just a little longer, baby,” Nick leans over and whispers into your ear. He nips at your earlobe just as he pulls the toy tenderly from your center. You let out a shaky breath that turns into a yelp as Nick plunges his cock deep into you. “Shit!” you curse as his grip on your hips tightens. 

“Cum hard for me,” Nick commands as he thrusts quickly in and out of you. You latch onto his shoulders pulling him into you. Rocking your hips to meet his harsh rhythm. "That's it, " Nick praises. "Use me, baby. "

You scream his name as your eyes roll back, your body shaking, and your pussy walls clench around his pulsing cock that bottoms out in you. He fucks you through your mindblowing orgasm quickly finding his release too.

With a shaky breath, Nick slowly pulls his spent cock from you. Still with the toy in his hand, he licks your cum from it and groans.

You have to clench your now sore legs together as the sound he makes. It makes you horny all over again. Nick helps clean you up and then pulls you from the counter. 

“Best 2 out of 3?” Nick asks with a shit-eating grin. You smack him playfully in the chest and say “Game on.” 

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[cowpokeomens]

hi i am here to offer you the very plaguing concept of fwb + folio. i would love to hear your thoughts on this ;)

Here it is everyone, the real reason I took a hiatus :-/ (jk)

I do have thoughts, who's surprised?

Bc Folio. He's a gentleman, to his core. He's not good at the fuckboy fwb thing. He gets that you're exclusive, and that you're definitely not dating!! Or at least, he thinks he gets it. You're not dating or anything, it's just sex. You're not dating, he's just brushing your hair out of your face as you sleep because if it suffocates you and you die then he has no friend nor benefits anymore. He's bringing over your favorite takeout because if you're weak from hunger he can't fuck you, perfectly logical. He's letting you stay the night because he's good at what he does and if your legs don't work, it wouldn't be safe for you to drive, duh. He's introducing you to his friends as a friend but if Noah looks at you like that again Nick will squash him like a bug-

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[cookiesupplier]

A Friend Down In Hell Masterlist - COMPLETE

You'll have a friend down in Hell after all

pairing: Nick Folio x ofc (Ishtar)

summary: Folio can't quite tell you how long he's been dead, punishment realms do that to you, 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?

Authors Note: Tag list is open, feel free to let me know! I welcome all kinds of feedback, but please, be respectful.

tags: @spicywhenspeaking @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @lyschko666 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @sorrowsofsilence @collapsedglasshouses @vinyardmauro @dsireland86 @4rtificialfolio @emmmm127 @badomensls @agravemisstake @sunsshinesunny @blackveilomens @jilliemiw86

chapters: ✨️ = smut

One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve | Thirteen✨️| Fourteen | Fifteen | Sixteen | Seventeen | Eighteen✨️| Nineteen | Twenty | Twenty-One | Twenty-Two

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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[4rtificialfolio]

It’s complicated, my darling - The Prologue

“Ada is an operative in the 1940s from Brighton in England, sent over to New York City to work with the Americans, uncovering secrets and spying on potential suspects. She meets a handsome young man, Nick Folio, on the train into the city; little does she know how that moment would change the trajectory of her life”

Parings: Nick folio X OFC

Word count: 1.4K

Chapter Warnings: brief hinting at death, explicit language

Series master list

(see masterlist for overall warnings, chapter begins below the cut)

Ada

May 19th 1941

New York City, USA

8:23 am

Dear Diary,

Spring is coming any day now, the chill has died off and flowers are beginning to bloom, but I’ll say the air here in America feels a bit thicker when you’re not by the sea. Oh, I miss the seaside, Dad says they closed the beaches back in Brighton last year after Dunkirk, it was too dangerous to keep them open. It’s a shame, our Peggy loved the beach. We used to buy her a 99 and take a walk down the pier watching the seagulls nick a chip out of an unsuspecting victim’s hand. This one time, Peggy laughed so hard she dropped her ice cream and made me and the old man march back down the pier to buy her a new one, just to do the walk up the pier all over again. I would give anything to see her smile again but for now, it’s back to business aye? 

Speaking of business, my dick of a boss, John, back in England assigned me a new mission yesterday. Something about money being stolen from one of the precincts in the city? I'm not sure, I haven’t gotten all the details yet but I guess I’ll find out more in today’s briefing at the head office. 

Anyway, must be off. My train into the city should be here any minute now and God knows my grumpy sod of a boss will have my head if I’m late to another meeting. 

Talk soon.

__________________

“Excuse me, ma’am, would you mind if I sit here? All the other seats are taken”

You avert your eyes from the book you’ve been engrossed in for the past 10 minutes; “The So Blue Marble” by Dorothy B. Hughes, a truly riveting thriller novel. Bookmarking your page, your gaze meets the handsome young chap standing before you.

“Oh yes of course, please, sit down” He’s a rather handsome fellow, clean-shaven with his hair slicked with a side part, perfectly framing his chiselled jaw. Heat flushes across your cheeks and you can’t help but feel a little flustered as he takes a seat in front of you.

“Thank you, Ma’am” He extends his arm for a handshake.

“Please, call me Ada”

“A pleasure, Ada” You can’t help but notice his peculiar accent, it appears to be a southern accent of sorts but you can’t quite place it.

“Is that a southern accent I hear- oh sorry, I didn’t ask your name?”

“Ah no, Maryland although I do get that a lot, and no worries. The name’s Nick but everyone calls me Folio” You tilt your head ever so slightly at the nickname, wondering how that came to be. As if he already knew your next question, he smiles.

“My surname Is Folio, there’s another Nick amongst my friends so over time I just became Folio”

“Aah makes sense. Well, it’s lovely to meet you, Folio” You flash a smile, trying your best not to blush too hard.

“Judging by your accent, you’re from England I assume? What brings you to America, New York City at that?”. It’s the dreaded question you always fear to answer. Although you’re trained to lie, to be deceitful, you can’t help but feel a little guilty each time you respond to that question. It’s not easy to live your life pretending to be someone you’re not, half of the time you’re not even sure what’s real anymore; but that’s the job. Everyone is doing what they can to help the war effort, you included and if that means putting up a facade each day, then so be it.

“My family evacuated from England, we would’ve gone to Canada but my brother is deployed here in the States” You feel your heart drop to your stomach. This isn’t a complete lie; your mother and youngest sister, Mary and Agnes, did evacuate from England, but the ship carrying them to Canada took a devastating blow and ultimately sunk; the total casualties are still unknown. No one knows the whereabouts of your brother, Dennis. You received a telegram in July last year to notify that he was M.I.A when he didn’t return to base with his aircrew. So, no, it wasn’t a complete lie but you have to carry the sadness on your own.

“So, what will a gorgeous lady like you be doing in the city? ” He leans forward on the table, raising his left eyebrow. His words make your heartbeat speed up a million miles an hour. Of course, he doesn’t know the real reason you’re in the city but a little fun can’t hurt, right?

“I’m looking around for a job but most businesses are shut and I’m not first aid trained, so that’s pretty much any job out of the question” Another lie.

“Well, I can’t give you a job but If you ever want some company, please feel free to come down to the 13th precinct. I’d be happy to keep you company” His flirtatious manner doesn’t go unnoticed, nothing overly forward but enough to make your face burn up. A high-pitched whistle blows outside of the train and it isn’t until you see passengers standing up collecting their belongings from the overhead shelves that you realise you’ve reached your destination. You both walk off of the train onto the platform, pushing through the crowd of busybodies.

“Well I must be going, I’ve got some job interviews lined up today. It was lovely meeting you, Folio”

“You too, Ada. Good luck with the interviews, I’m sure you’ll find something soon”. Folio, once again, extends his arm for a handshake. Saying your goodbyes, you make your way along the path towards the north exit gate but your attention is averted as you hear that familiar, not-so-southern, voice.

“I hope you take me up on that offer, Ada!”. He bellows. Turning on your heels, you chuckle thinking about the gorgeously mysterious man you just met.

__________________

“Ah right on time Chapman, makes a change. I was beginning to wonder if that pretty face of yours knew how to tell the time” Alfred, your other male chauvinist pig of a boss, says as you walk into the meeting room.

“Morning Alfred, Sir” Oh how you’d love nothing more than to punch his disgusting, smug face, but you need this job and you need the money, especially if you want to get your dad and Peggy over here in the States.

“As John mentioned to you yesterday, he has assigned you a new mission. The higher-ups believe that someone in the 13th precinct is stealing money from their funding-”

“Sorry to interrupt you, sir, but did you say the 13th precinct?” This can’t be possible, surely not?

“For fuck sake Ada, maybe if you spent less time dressing like a whore and more time paying attention you would’ve heard me. Yes, I said the 13th precinct now shut up and listen” Anger rises through your body as he berates you in front of your team, but you take a deep breath, reminding yourself not to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

“Sorry, sir. Please continue”

“As I was saying, you will be tracking one man. We believe he is acting alone, stealing money to put into an offshore account. You will be working at the precinct undercover as an accountant, you will need to keep track of all the money that goes in and out of their accounts. You’ll be given a written brief with more details. Make sure to read it thoroughly after the meeting ends, if that’s even possible for that empty fucking head of yours. We will go over the target’s name and description so everyone is aware of exactly who the suspect is”. Annie, Alfred’s assistant, hands out copies of the brief around the table.

Flipping over the first page, which details the goal of the mission, you see the name of the suspect.

“Fuck” Is all you can mutter out under your breath as you stare at the page, mouth agape in disbelief.

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me” There’s no denying the name and image that’s staring right back at you. Is this a sick joke? A punishment for leaving your family behind?

“Billy, can you please read out the suspect’s name and character description” A part of you still hopes that you’re imagining what you’re seeing in front of you.

“Nick Folio, sir”

There’s no such thing as fate, but the universe has a funny way of deciding it for you.

________

AN: i genuinely loved writing this first chapter. I hope you guys will love this story as much as me, please let me know your thoughts! also please let me know if you’d like to be tagged for each chapter :)

reminder my inbox is always open if you’d rather send your thoughts anonymously (no fic requests)

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[collapsedglasshouses]

WOULD YOU SAY I'M WORTHY || ONE

PAIRING: Noah Sebastian x OFC ; slight Nick Folio x OFC

DIVIDER ART WORK BY @saradika-graphics

SUMMARY: When Eden meets Noah, her life is anything but perfect. Her heart is far more broken than Noah can even guess at this point. Will he be able to mend the wounds he hadn’t caused?

WARNINGS: angst, fluff, eventually smut, mentions of grief/loss, mentions of alcohol consumption, mentions of mental health issues, mentions of illnesses

A/N: FIRST OF ALL, COVID DOESN'T EXIST IN THIS STORY! Second, hello! :) This is a new series. We will see where this goes. Thank you for everyone joining in before it was even a real idea haha. If you liked the first part, consider reblogging it! Thank you!

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The rain was pouring down with no regrets. It had been like this for a few days. And still, the bar business was booming. It was a cold Friday evening in October and Eden was done. She had been on her feet since around six in the morning and she just wanted to cuddle herself into her blanket on her small couch at home.

It wasn’t like she despised her job at the bar, but she just couldn’t feel her feet anymore. She had been pouring beer into glasses for five hours straight and there was seemingly no end. Every time she thought she had a second to herself, the next person ordered something.

On the light side, she also really hadn’t had the time to think about anything outside of work, which was the exact reason why she went for the job. She had been living in Los Angeles for about three months now. Three months of none-stop working. Three months of keeping her mind of reality.

She was doing better than she had originally thought.

As she was giving a woman her change, she noticed how the door opened. She always noticed when the door opened and she surely always noticed him. A young man in his early twenties entered the bar and shook his head for a second to get rid of the excess water in his hair. Eden felt like she could breathe for a second.

When the man lifted his gaze again, he quickly was met with Eden’s exhausted but welcoming smile.

“Eden!” The man beamed. “Thank God, you are here. I thought, you weren’t working today.”

“I’m always working, Nick.” She answered the man, as he approached the bar and set down on one of the chairs. He leaned a bit towards her with a smug smile on his face. “The same as usual.” – “Everything for you, Nick.”

She poured another beer into the glass before turning back to him and setting the drink in front of him. She didn’t even have to tell him what it cost, the money already laying on the counter, “Keep the change.”

Eden smiled to herself. Her day just got better.

“How has your week been?” Nick asked her, before sipping on his beer. Eden sighed.

“Pretty good.” She said, as she always did. “Yours?”

“A lot of stuff with the band.” He answered.

Right, the band. She knew he was the drummer of this metal band. Sometimes she forgot Nick was somewhat popular.

Eden nodded, before being called to the other side of the counter to yet pour another beer. When she went back to Nick afterwards, he was quick to gift her a sweet smile.

“What are you doing tomorrow?" Nick asked her interested.

“The same as always. Cuddling on my couch and watching some movies.” She answered him and he looked shocked. “But it’s your birthday!” – “That is the reason why I’m doing nothing out of the usual.”

Nick shook his head. “It’s also Halloween, Sunshine.” Eden smiled a little at the nickname Nick had given her other the last couple of weeks. She knew it couldn't be further from the truth, but she enjoyed the image Nick seemed to have of her in his head.

“Don’t make it even worse than it already is.” Eden breathed out, not even sure if Nick heard it over the noise that filled the room.

Eden hated her birthday. It was a hard reminder of the time just slipping through her fingers. To her, it was even worse that she was also born on a national holiday. And if that wasn’t enough, she also had her name tied to said holiday. While her name was representing some kind of delight or place of pleasure, her parents had chosen that name for her, because they thought it sounded mysterious and spooky. Fitting for Halloween.

“Oh, come on.” Nick exclaimed, snapping her out of her thoughts. She blinked at him for a second, waiting for him to continue his sentence. “Enjoy yourself for once.”

Eden rolled her eyes. As much as Nick was a delight to her, she also hated his happy spirit in moments like this.

“Okay, hear me out.” Nick said, when he saw her facial expression. “A good friend of mine is celebrating his birthday tomorrow. You should come. This way, nobody will focus on you, you can enjoy my company outside of work for once and you’re out of your little hobbit-house for once.”

Eden tapped her fingers against the counter and started to think. It had been about the fifth time that Nick tried to get her to do something with him. Since now, she had always turned him down. Not, that she didn’t want to see him, she just was scared. She liked being alone. She liked being to herself. She didn’t even speak to anyone outside of work, except her sister and her parents, but even that contact was strongly limited by her. Nick was the only one she would call somewhat a friend.

Eden ran a hand through her hair and then over her face. She was going to regret this. She just knew it.

“Okay… Just once.” She gave in and Nick clapped his hands together in excitement.

“Fucking finally!” He exclaimed. “I was really starting to think, you hated me.”

“I do not, and you know that.” She reassured him before taking another order. When she was ready with the customer, Nick’s beer was empty. She allowed herself to look at the clock that was hanging over the entrance of the bar. Her shift would end in half an hour.

“So, where should I go tomorrow?" She asked Nick, who was still smiling to himself.

“Give me your phone number and I’ll text you the address.” He answered her and reached his hand out, waiting for her phone.

For a second, she simply looked at his hand. He was getting bold.

She sighed in defense and pulled her phone from her pants to hand it to him.

Right when he handed it back, she felt a hand on her shoulder. Her boss Michael looked at her. “You can go. Anna will be here in a second.”

Eden nodded, before looking at Nick again, who stood to his feet, also ready to head out.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” She exclaimed, before Nick nodded at her with a smile and left.

“The guy is cute.” Michael said to her, and she smiled a little. “Yeah, he is also a total pain in the ass.”

Michael only shrug his shoulders, before wishing her a good night and soon Eden was in her car.

It didn’t take her long to reach her apartment. She had been lucky, getting a flat close to her work. When she reached her front door and opened it, she sighed at the familiar sight of her home. Things hadn’t been easy the last couple of months. After moving to the other side of the country, she was just happy to have some peace again. She liked not living in that old house anymore, back at her hometown. Everything reminded her of her pain back there.

Not even twenty minutes later, she fell onto her couch, a bowl of instant noodles in her hand and some sitcom playing in the background, when her phone vibrated. Three messages from an unknown number.

She opened them.

?: Hey, here is Nick.

?: The party starts at 8, you have to come in a custome

?: [adress attached]

That's when it hit her.

She agreed to go to a party with a man, she barely knew, even though he was the closest she had to a friend in LA.

She was definitely going to regret it.

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One more. Please.

Nick Folio x female reader headcanon

18+ below the line

🔞⚠️: f receiving oral sex, kinda dom!Nick

Nick looked up at you from in between your parted legs, his hands tracing up and down the outside of your thighs. His hair had fallen in front of his face, but you could see your arousal glistening on his lips and chin.

Your hands, meanwhile, were still tangled up in the sheets you'd clung to desperately as Nick licked and sucked your clit.

"You've been going down on me for the last forty-five minutes. Can I at least give you a handjob?" You all but begged him.

Nick shook his head as he replied, "Not yet. I need one more from you."

"Nick!" You whined, "I can't. You've already made me cum four times tonight!"

"One more. Please," he insisted as he tickled your clit with his index finger.

You knew you weren't going to win this argument. When Nick had an idea in his head, he had to see it through. Tonight's idea was to see how many orgasms he could get out of you by only using his mouth in under an hour.

"Okay. Fine. But after that, I get to... ahhh!"

Before you could even finish, Nick's face was buried in your pussy. You could hear muffled slurping sounds as he lapped up your arousal, licking you from your entrance to your clit.

The rhythm of Nick's tongue was consistent and the pressure he applied was perfect, so it wasn't long until you felt your clit begin to tingle.

You bucked your hips into him as your hands found their way to his hair, curling it around your fingers and pulling him in even closer.

He moaned into you.

A noise escaped your throat, which sounded inhuman, as you felt his teeth graze over your clit.

Nick's hands reached up to your breasts. He squeezed them, causing you to arch your back and gasp in surprise. He tenderly massaged them for a few minutes as he used the tip of his tongue against your clit to edge you closer to cumming.

"FUCK!" You called out, taken by surprise when Nick flicked both your hardened nipples at the same time. You heard him sniggering. His hot breath felt divine against your sensitive pussy.

Nick made all of your nerve endings feel like they were on fire as he began sucking on your throbbing clit. This was the home stretch.

Nick moved his hands down to your hips and held them in place as you started involuntarily bucking them. He moaned into you again, sending gentle vibrations over the surface of your sensitive pussy.

You looked down to see him rutting into the sheets, seeking some friction for his cock.

You needed him inside you.

You needed him underneath you.

You needed him to to look you in the eyes as he filled you.

Your body convulsed at the thought, and an orgasm ripped through your exhausted body for the fifth time that night.

You were panting as your body began to relax and a warm, fuzzy feeling pooled in your stomach. You were spent.

Nick crawled over you, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

"Get on your back, Mr Folio. It's your turn to cum," you said assertively as you used what was left of your strength to roll him over.

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