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hello dearest bestie! this prompt feels HIGHLY nicholas/noah coded: Sending a "did you eat?" or "thinking of you" text out of the blue

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I said I'd keep them short and sweet, and by god, am I gonna try. This isn't really proofread or edited, but I hope you still find it sweet!

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Noah both loved and hated getting wrapped up in writing music. There were fewer things he loved doing more in the world — maybe performing on stage beat it out, if the crowd was a good one — but it was also draining. Time consuming. The whole world narrowed down to the papers and the riffs and dear god, Jolly, they’ve already talked about why the melody needs to change.

And maybe Noah got caught up in the thrum of it, the rush, the odd and sometimes stilted rhythm of the process. He would ride a high of a few good lines carrying him through a bridge, then he’d crash completely when he realized the chorus progression wasn’t right. It got so consuming that he forgot about other things and, sometimes, as shitty as it made him sound, he forgot to check in with people.

Not that his loved ones took it personally. If someone was a friend of Noah’s, they knew he’d disappear sometimes. It was never because he was mad; he just got caught up in something. It was usually music, sure, but sometimes it’d be a new video game or an anime he was binge-watching. He’d gotten better about keeping in touch with people, but he wasn’t perfect.

So Noah had been thinking about Nicholas, of course, because he always thought about Nicholas, but he didn’t realize how many days it had been since he’d texted (two; it was only two) when his phone buzzed. At first, all he felt was irritated with himself for forgetting to put it on silent — and then he checked it and smiled.

Thinking of you.

Nicholas didn’t send anything else, just attached a sweet smile emoji with the words and left it there, but it was enough to remind Noah that the world was still moving. People existed, and more mattered than just the papers all crumpled up all over the floor and the pinched scowl on Jolly’s face as this song fought them tooth and nail.

With a surprising amount of confidence, Noah texted back: I’m always thinking of you. And then, an hour later, Noah told Jolly he needed some time away from the song, gave him a firm hug, and called Nicholas. “Hey,” he said the second Nicholas’s voice came over the line, “Can I come over and see you?”

Distance never mattered much for them.

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Dodger requests:

“Make me shut up then.” Jolly and Noah

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This took ten thousand years, so the second I finished it, I went to post it. I've proofread it one (1) time, and now I'm letting it go, mainly because I don't want to look my Jolly characterization in the eye.

NSFW content below the cut (MDNI). Includes dirty talk (lowkey degrading to Noah), references to oral sex, and, oh, Noah crawls at the end. Brat!Noah, dom!Jolly who ends up pretty mean at the end. Enjoy. Maybe.

It would probably surprise no one on Earth that Noah Sebastian could achieve a level of brattiness that was damn near insufferable, even to a man with seemingly boundless reserves of patience. Jolly adored Noah, he did, even if they both still struggled to find a word for what they were to each other, but sometimes Noah wound himself up to the point that Jolly had no choice but to teach him a lesson. And, even if those interventions were always “successful” in the sense that Noah regained some semblance of good behavior, Jolly frequently found himself annoyed that he was usually giving Noah exactly what he wanted.

Which was how they’d ended up here, Jolly frowning down at Noah. He stood in the middle of the room, Noah knelt at his feet, but the submissive position was completely undermined by the lazy smirk offered up to Jolly like a taunt. And it was a taunt, really, because Noah knew it irritated Jolly — he certainly appreciated Noah’s defiant streak on days he was feeling more playful, but today was not one of those days.

Today was the type of day where Noah was not required to be placid and pliant by any means, but he was being intentionally grating with clear expectations for what would follow, and Jolly resented that he was giving the singer it. Sometimes he wondered what it’d be like to indulge Noah but then push things so far that Noah came to regret his initial desires. It certainly sounded tempting, particularly when Noah sat back on his heels and tipped his head, offered a, “Just gonna admire the view, Jolly?”

Jolly exhaled, fingers tangling in Noah’s hair, grown out just enough for Jolly to really fist and yank with the kind of force that satisfied him. He tugged Noah’s head back now, bared that tattooed throat that might have distracted a weaker man, and just frowned at Noah. “You’d hate that, wouldn’t you? Having to sit still while I just looked at you?” he replied, almost-thoughtful. His free hand moved to trace fingers along Noah’s jaw, pressing against the shape of it firmly but not enough to hurt. 

Noah feigned a yawn. “Sounds awfully boring. Especially since you stare at me all the time anyways.” At the beat of silence that followed, his expression shifted into something unbearably smug. “I notice, Jolly. I think everyone does. The way your gaze always lands on me. How you watch the way I move across a room. It’s—“ 

The rest of Noah’s words were cut off by Jolly pressing two fingers into Noah’s mouth without warning, shoving them as deep as they would go and earning a soft gag before Noah could adjust. Big, dark eyes stared up at Jolly in a way that told him Noah was getting exactly what he wanted, which was exceptionally grating in its own way. “You need to learn to sit with silence, Noah,” Jolly informed him, curling his fingers slightly as he withdrew them to brush fingertips against Noah’s tongue.

As soon as the digits left his lips, Noah was back to smirking; he didn’t even wait for Jolly, just started to undo Jolly’s belt buckle and licked his lips. “Make me shut up then.” Because it was always Jolly’s responsibility to make sure Noah behaved, it seemed. The man couldn’t be trusted to do so of his own accord, especially when the outcome of misbehaving was so blatantly appealing to him.

Jolly clicked his tongue. “You think you’ve earned that? You think you’ve earned my cock in your mouth, Noah?” There it was: a flicker of doubt in Noah’s expression, the first thought that he might not get what he wanted. Jolly pressed the point, chased it. “If you want something in your mouth that badly, you have plenty of toys that fit,” he pointed out, yanking harder on Noah’s hair to keep him from moving any closer.

Noah’s hands stilled, Jolly’s belt unbuckled and his fingers pressed to the button of his pants. If he’d been truly certain of himself, he’d have kept going. “My toys don’t fuck my mouth like you do,” he argued, hand pressing flat to Jolly’s hardening cock through his pants to add something wordless to his rebuttal. (Jolly hated that he found this so arousing, though his expression didn’t show he was at all swayed. The only indicator was the twitching beneath Noah’s palm.)

“If you aren’t lazy, Noah, I’m sure you can fuck your mouth just fine.” Jolly’s expression twisted into something that was almost a sneer. “You won’t do as well as I would, of course, but you haven’t earned that. You’ve been far too much of a brat today.” And, oh, could Jolly see the wheels turning now. “Maybe if you show me how desperate you are for my dick, I’ll indulge you. Maybe. For now, I need you to go get one. Ah— I didn’t say you could get up. You wanted on your knees so badly. Crawl.”

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Dodger requests: hands, warm, comfort for Noah x Nicholas ❤️

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I wrote this pretty quickly, and I'm not sure it's any good, but I'm trying to get through these and it felt finished enough to post. I hope it's not as poorly written as it feels. No content warnings, just fluff.

Affection between Noah and Nicholas wasn’t always physical — it was often shared glances, shared laughs, shared smiles. On days like today, though, where the weight of something rested heavy on Nicholas’s shoulders, touch felt natural. Noah never thought twice about offering Nicholas comfort, and he often moved without thinking when he could tell the other was upset.

He did this time as well, hands cupping Nicholas’s cheeks. The weather was cold and biting outside, and Nicholas’s cheeks had a sharp chill to them as he bundled quickly in the door; for how warm Noah had the place, the contrast was something sharp and jolting. Noah didn’t flinch away from it, though, and kept his hands in place, thumbs brushing along Nicholas’s cheekbones.

Gazes met, something quiet and intimate, and then Noah pulled the shorter man in for a hug. Long arms wrapped around Nicholas’s slight frame with length to spare, holding him close as Noah tucked his nose into hair thick with the familiar scent of Nicholas’s shampoo. They breathed together, something slow and leisurely — as if they had all the time in the world to hold each other.

And, as Nicholas clutched at the front of Noah’s shirt, it almost felt as if they did.

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Hey bestie! Dodger asks: N - Will for the headcanon meme :3

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Nope: Do they enjoy orgasm denial or do they want to see how many times they can make their partner cum? Somewhere in-between?

I actually blame Malice for this headcanon, but in my head? Will is the Overstimulation Guy. He wants to fuck his partner silly. He wants to fuck himself silly. He's going to fuck them through as many orgasms as both of them can stand, and then he might just make them keep going once he has to tap out -- just because Will's done doesn't mean his partner is. He's not the type to practice orgasm denial; he much rather prefers someone crying from too much pleasure, especially when it turns into a pained sort of thing, than from denial. He's okay with having his orgasm denied, though, but it's not his go-to or ideal situation.

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Henlo bestie! For the ask game:

sunset, hands, bliss - nicholas x noah

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I wrote this all in one single go, no stops, and I don't know if it's any good. Regardless, irresponsibly, I am releasing it in to the world already. After all, it was supposed to be a little scene (per Scrivener, it came out at 467 words; close enough).

(No TWs, just two guys in love.)

Nicholas and Noah were always much more likely to catch a sunset than a sunrise, night owls rather than early birds (as cringe-worthy as it was to use the terms). But, somehow, Nicholas had coaxed Noah out of bed, against all odds, with soft kisses and the promise of hot coffee, as many cups as Noah wanted. The last bit was the most enticing, really, because Noah was always inclined toward more caffeine than advisable (anyone who pointed that out was labeled a coward, of course).

The coffee was done by the time Noah managed to haul himself out of bed, hair mussed and eyes heavy-lidded, and Nicholas pressed the biggest mug they owned (the lip slightly chipped on one side but still beautiful, really, especially given Nicholas had sculpted and painted it to celebrate their first anniversary) against Noah’s palm. The heat of the coffee filling it to the brim was delightful, and Noah found pleasant warmth spread in his chest in turn when Nicholas took Noah’s free hand in his and tangled their fingers together.

Noah never waited long enough to drink his coffee, and it seemed things would not be changing any time soon. His first sip was hot enough to scald, and he hissed in discomfort as Nicholas’s lips pressed into a line meant to muffle his amusement. “I burnt my tongue,” he half-whined at Nicholas, and he would have blamed how sleepy he was if Nicholas had pointed out the tone.

But Nicholas didn’t. He just scoffed softly, helpfully pointed out, “Because it’s hot, Noah.” He tugged Noah along to the kitchen window, leaning against his partner’s larger frame as his gaze fixed onto the horizon.

The sun was just beginning to peek up over the edge of the buildings that made up the lopsided, jagged skyline. It would have probably been more romantic if it had been trees, if they’d been somewhere other than the city, but the setting felt fitting for them. Or perhaps the bliss Nicholas sparked in Noah left him a little delusional. The verdict on that was out, and Noah wasn’t too interested in hearing it regardless. 

As pinks and oranges, pastel and soft, streaked the sky, Noah found his eyes drifting to Nicholas and, god, wasn’t he a sight to behold. The sun making itself known was nothing compared to the man Noah felt he’d been made for. It was like they were two pieces of the same soul, split between bodies that had been drawn to each other like magnets for some greater reason, for some greater purpose. Noah wasn’t the type for spiritual thinking, but something about Nicholas tugged his thoughts in that direction. Perhaps Jolly was right and Noah was dramatic when he thought or talked about Nicholas.

Actually, Jolly was definitely right.

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Hello sweetness! Dodger here! For the WIP game: Bite

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This word is in a lot of WIPs (probably) but it's definitely in my werewolf!Folio x reader fanfic that I am hoping to finish soon. So, let's give you a snippet. I'll give y'all a whole (but short) paragraph because I'm excited for this thing.

It's at the beginning of the Spice, but it isn't explicitly Spicy, so I'm not spoilering it. Be prepared for Monster Shenanigans.

"Folio forced your head back with a shove of his snout, and you felt your knees weaken as your neck was bared. Teeth -- were they still teeth? -- teased at the sensitive skin but didn't bite down, didn't apply any pressure."

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Hey bestie! It’s Dodger! For the ask game: 🌈 🌩️

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🌈 Share something soft/fluffy from your WIP.

This is a follow-up to a short, haphazard piece I slapped together with Nicholas in a skirt and Matt. It's kind of reflective, not really purposeful; it may never get posted, but I'm going to at least finish writing it (for my sake, at least).

Matt has that look on his face — the one that always sets people who don’t know him into fits because they think he’s angry but Nicholas knows means he’s thinking. So Nicholas waits, patient as he can be in this moment, and finally tires of Matt’s uncharacteristic but incessant fiddling. So he takes Matt’s hands, grasps them a little firmly but short of squeezing. To his surprise, Matt makes a soft little noise and twists his hands around to twine their fingers together. Oh.

🌩️ Share something funny/cracky from your WIP.

A glimpse at the barely-started request fill for Dodger with Jolly x Noah!

Today was one of those days when Noah was just being a shithead. He was never hyper; he wasn’t bouncing around, and he wasn’t talking incessantly, but he seemed to have found some kind of formula to calculate just what to say to annoy Jolly every time he parted those pretty little lips of his. It had been a hangout session meant for the entire band, but Nicholas had very quickly (and, honestly, with an uncanny accuracy that he always seemed to possess when this matter came up) deduced that the energy sparking between Jolly and Noah was going to end in something that Nicholas did not want to be party to.

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