not puppy noah but ... https://pin.it/7n76iRiuU LOOK HOW SOFT HE LOOKS !!!!! looking extra puppy there in my opinion
He's the sweetest little baby 💕 I'm cradling his face between my hands and leaving the softest kisses!!!! Imagine how cute he would look if he had some fluffy, floppy puppy ears on his head. This man would smile up at you so so sweetly while kneeling for you. All big brown eyes, blown so wide in adoration for you 🥺 If he had a tail, it would be wagging 24/7. He's just a happy little pup :3
Folio x short female reader, where both understand the feeling of being short people, for Folio it meant low self-esteem because he did not feel man enough because in his head he thinks that no one was going to love him.
Their greatest insecurity was turned into the cutest feature of their relationship; diminutive nicknames were plentiful, "Nicky!" "Little Flea!"
Folio may not be the most handsome guy, nor the tallest, but his love for you makes you feel like a giant in the face of any comment directed at you.
To him, you two are a love the size of a keychain.
WTF, those Darius photos got me FERAL. My mind is full of thoughts of him + dealer!Noah 🙇🏻♀️
OH MY GOD!!! So!!! I was planning on having Darius be stalker!jolly’s friend who comes to visit and play with you 😏 but now I have to include him with dealer!noah, right? him and folio (street racer vibes folio), because… hot hot hot 🥵 RIGHT?! But also, Darius being the devil’s advocate who’s always telling Noah to let you off the leash he has you on, to let you have a little fun. He’ll even share some of his own stash with you if you ask nicely (see: beg). He may look mean and intimidating, but he’s a sweetheart deep down, and he very clearly has a soft spot for you, which naturally makes Noah just a little 🤏 jealous and possessive even though you’re not officially his.
Holy... fuck🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🫠🫠🫠🫠 You guys, I'm losing my mind. These pictures are the death of me!!!! And look at my boy's new ink!!!!! The roses are so sweet and romantic 😍 💕 💗 💖 Ohhhhhh man.... I need him desperately 😩 @foliosgirl
The cool March breeze gently cleared your hair from your face as you wheeled in road case after road case from the tech truck. The spring weather was a gift compared to the usual sweltering summer tours and festivals. You’d been a drum tech for the last 4 years for various bands, big and small. This time around it was someone new. After a logistical mix-up, Bad Omens' typical drum tech, Kooter, was scheduled to be on tour with his own band while Bad Omens was out for this run. The connections you made in the industry proved to be worthwhile and you were offered the gig for the North American tour.
You didn’t know much about Nick Folio, apart from him loving to fish and being wildly attractive. It was normal for you to ignore those aspects of the job, frequently surrounded by muscly tattooed metal-band guys. It definitely was a perk, though. All of the cases for your domain were finally in and you kneeled on the stage, building Folio’s kit piece by piece.
The hi-hat clutch squeaked while you locked the top cymbal into place, stepping on the pedal a few times to check the response. You crouched low beside the kit with a flashlight between your teeth, running cables under the throne so nothing would snag during the set.
“God damn” a voice startles you, now hyper aware that your ass was sticking up in the air behind you as you worked on your hands and knees.
You whipped your head around, ready to be offended and combative, but there he stands taking in the set up of his kit like it’s a work of art. You silently reprimand yourself for assuming he was talking about you.
“She’s a beauty isn’t she” you reply, pushing yourself up off the floor.
“I’m Nick” he says, extending a hand towards you “there’s two of us though, you can call me Folio.”
“Folio. Cool. Nice to meet you, I’m y/n.”
By the time you had finished, the kit looked less like a pile of cases and chrome stands and more like a machine ready to command the stage. You were utterly impressed by his set up. Custom crash symbols and hi-hats, maple and walnut shells, Alesis multipad. Each piece was meticulously selected to build an absolute metal-core weapon.
“You play?” He asks as you both stand admiring your work.
“Yeah, since I was a kid. Never really got into the performing aspect of it though, I prefer behind the scenes.” You reply.
“Nice, I’m excited to work with you, y/n” Folio nods and disappears back into the venue.
You admire him as he walks away, running his hand through his dark hair. Neck tattoos peek out from the collar of his hoodie. He’s built solid and strong, no doubt crafted through the hours he spends behind the kit. Strong jaw line, soft brown eyes, subtle southern accent. You catch yourself and shake the thoughts from your head. Professional. Cables. Tuning. Soundcheck. Right. You slip your lanyard from your pocket and place it around your neck, heading to catering before the rest of your work begins.
——————
It’s been 2 weeks on tour with the Omens, and you’ve been having the most fun, likely out of any tour you’ve ever been on. The crew quickly turned into a tight knit group, like a family away from home. Despite not being the tour regular they welcomed you with open arms.
You and Folio were quick to grow close, playful banter between the two of you a constant. You would stay up late into the night, sharing tour stories and talking about your lives back home. He even continuously tried to convince you to go fishing with him on a day off.
“Ew Folio, no I’m not touching a worm. And picking up a slimy wet fish?” You feign disgust as he looks deep into your eyes, his laugh fading.
“Touchin something wet ain’t always the worst thing.” He says with a smirk. You’d usually laugh off his classic dirty joke, but there was something about the moment. The tension between the two of you. Sat in the back of the bus, your oversized t-shirt riding up your thighs. The two of you sitting so close that your knee rested on his in your criss-crossed position. The smile left your face and heat rushed to your cheeks. You broke the stare first, looking down at your hands in your lap.
“I should get to sleep, early load out tomorrow” you say.
“Goodnight, y/n” he says with a soft smile, watching you slip off the U-shaped couch towards the bunks.
Folio’s POV
She turned around at the door uttering a soft “Night” before slipping out of sight. I take a deep breath and screw my eye shut, finger and thumb working at the tension between my eyes. I missed Kooter and our tour shenanigans, but wow was I glad he was busy. I tried not to let my thoughts wander. This was temporary. A few more shows on this run and she’d be gone, back to business as usual with the one and only Dakota Simmons building and tearing down my kit. I can’t say I won’t miss her. Seeing her face down ass up right next to me mid set, reconnecting the mic cables that came unplugged. Hearing her sexy voice and sarcastic replies in my in-ears when I tell her I broke something again on the talkback mic. It didn’t help that she was really good at what she does. No doubt a perfectionist and master at her craft. I sigh, with the air leaving my lungs I release the thoughts of her shining hair, the curve of her waist in the daily black jeans that accentuate her ass perfectly, the peeks of her bralette I get under the Bad Omens Crew tee that she cropped herself. Professional. It has to be a hard boundary. The blood rushing down my body and tightening the crotch of my jeans did not agree. I don’t know how much longer I could take holding back.
Your POV
Another day, another show. You kneel next to Folio who’s perched on the stool behind the kit, attaching a brand new snare before soundcheck after he cracked yet another.
“Third one of this tour, this is ridiculous.” You chide. He laughs in response. “You must be really rough.”
“Wouldn’t you like to know.” He says, eyes lidded, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth.
Usually the queen of comebacks, your mouth goes dry. Heat rushes right to your center. Several nights of watching him sweat, muscles flexing as he hits the drums, peeling off his shirt side stage after absolutely crushing dethrone. Yes. You very much would like to know, in fact you have frequently fantasized what he could do to you with his strength and stamina. He quickly snaps you out of your trance.
“What’s the matter babe? Picturing it?” He asks, the teasing tone has left his voice. His eyes darkened as he stared down at you on your knees in front of him. With that the stage manager calls for lunch. The two of you stay put. You wait for him to make a move, not wanting to make a grave mistake. You had a reputation to keep up. You’d never be asked on a tour again if it got out that you got involved with the one person you should keep distance with.
Folio reaches forward, pushing a strand of hair behind your ear. You gasp at the contact and he stands up from the stool, hand still cupping the side of your face as you now kneel, eye level with his cock now prominently outlined in his jeans.
“Do you like it rough?” He asks softly. Your lips part, at a loss of words
“Hmm?” He tests, yanking your hair slightly so your eyes meet his.
“Y-yes” you choke out, feeling wetness start to pool between your legs. He releases his tight grip on your hair.
“Stand up.” He says firmly. You stand and he grabs your hand, leading down the stairs at stage left and into a dark hall in the back of the venue. As soon as you’re concealed in darkness he whips around, pushing your back against the wall. You let out a groan at the impact and he leans into you, his arm bracing his weight at the side of your head.
“Here’s what’s gonna happen” he whispers in a low and gravely voice. “ I’m gonna take you into this room, take your clothes off, and fuck you like you’ve never had it before, yeah?”
“Mhmm” you whimper, nodding your head.
He quietly tsks, “the answer would be ‘yes sir’, now be a good girl for me.”
“Y-yes sir” you chirp, head spinning at the pleasure racing down to your clit, swollen with anticipation.
“Good.” He says before pushing off the wall and opening the door next to you. You follow him into what looks like an unused greenroom. He flicks on the light revealing a dark leather couch, a small vanity with a mirror, and empty clothing racks. It hits you what’s about to happen, nervous energy building in your chest. He locks the door behind you.
“Nick?” You say, without fully knowing what you’re asking. He steps in front of you and cups your face in his hands gently, strands of his black hair falling in front of his eyes. “Do you want this? Tell me you want this too” he pleads, his dominant facade fading for a moment. You nod, then remember your rules, giving a barely audible “yes sir.”
He kisses you gently at first. The tension that has silently built up between you suddenly exploding into a passionate kiss. His hands begin to roam down your arms, slipping to your waist, to run over the round curves of your ass, then back up to your face and your arms cross behind his head. His mask slips back on as his hand quickly wraps around your throat, applying gentle pressure as he pushes you back to break the kiss.
“Pick a safe word.” He says deeply.
“Hmm…Snare” you say with a smirk. He lets out a brief laugh at the drum reference before pulling you towards the couch.
He sits with his legs spread and pushes you back to your knees between them. “Take my cock out” he demands, settling his arms behind his head to leave you to your work. You don’t hesitate as your fingers start to undo the leather belt. You pull him out of his boxers and your eyes widen at the side. Long and perfectly thick veins traveling from base to tip. Your jaw drops and you look up at his eyes, as if you needed permission.
“What are you waiting for slut, I know you can handle it.” He spits, the slight degradation sending shivers down your body.
You take him in both hands, pumping a few times despite him already being rock hard, tip leaking precum. You track your tongue gently up his cock, licking up the clear beads. His jaw tenses and his head falls back in response. It encourages you to dive in, wrapping your lips around the blushed tip and slowly working up and down to wet his cock. You fall into rhythm, taking him as deep as you can and working your hands up and down what can’t fit.
He fists your hair and begins guiding you up and down, making you take him further than you could on your own.
“Fuck I knew you’d be good at this” he praises, then forces your head down making you gag and your eyes water. With that he pulls your head up, drawing your eyes to his. “Take your clothes off. Now.”
You scramble to your feet and begin to unbutton your tight jeans, shimmying them down your legs, and peeling your shirt above your head til you’re left in your matching lace bralette and panties. His eyes rake up and down your body.
“So gorgeous. You’re fuckin perfect. God I’ve pictured this so many times.” Despite his tough demeanor you can see a softness in his face as he takes you in. He grabs your hands and guides you to sit next to him on the couch. He slips to his knees in front of you and leans in to connect your lips. His hands work behind you to unclasp your bra, letting it fall and expose your peaked nipples. He breaks the kiss and leans back, admiring the sight.
“If I get too rough, you use your word, yes?”
“Yes, sir” you purr.
With that he leans in and takes your nipple in his mouth, working his wet warm tongue over the sensitive bud. Your head falls back and his hands grip your hips tightly. He gently nips at you causing a sharp intake of breath, then soothes the spot with gentle sucks and licks. The anticipation is too much to take, the cool air in the room makes you all too aware of the slick fabric of your thin panties, and you let your hand trail from his muscled back to the apex of your thighs, gently ghosting your fingers over your pussy. The second he notices he grips your hand.
“Did I tell you to touch yourself?”
“No, sir”
“Didn’t think so” he reprimands. “If you want something, you’re gonna have to ask.”
“I want you Nick, please” you beg
“Want me where?” He asks, pulling your hands above your head.
You couldn’t take it anymore “For fucks sale Folio just touch me”
With that he rips your panties down your thighs and lays you back on the couch. Taking two fingers to your lips he tells you to open, and you suck gently to wet his fingers.
“Needy whore” he says as he quickly shoves two fingers into your wet center. Your eyes roll back and he quickly works your soaking cunt, his fingers perfectly thick and hitting the exact spot you need him most. You pant and moan, back arching when his thumb circles your swollen clot. Pleasure buzzes deep in your core, signaling your fast approaching release.
“N-Nick I’m gonna come” you whimper.
His fingers go still inside you, immediately putting out the fire building up within. “You cum when I tell you to” he states firmly.
He stands, removing the rest of his clothes. Your eyes travel down his toned torso, taking in the ink spread across his chest. He moves you like it’s nothing, positioning you bent over the couch.
He gently pushes into you, immediately groaning through clenched teeth at the feeling of your wet warmth. “Say the word and we stop” he says, firm but sincere.
“PLEASE don’t stop!” Is all he needs to hear from your sweet mouth before shoving into you, gripping your hips tightly as you adjust to let all of him in. His cock fits perfectly inside you, and your body roars with pleasure. Night after night imagining his dirty jokes and flirtatious comments coming to fruition, it was better than you could have dreamed of. He thrusts into you, hitting deep at a pace that steals the breath from your lungs. He takes his time with each stroke, drawing out the pleasure for both of you. Reaching forward he wraps your long hair around his knuckles, pulling your hair causing your back to arch even more to soothe the sting.
“That's it baby, take it like a good girl y/n” he says breathless, picking up his pace. One hand remains in your hair, pulling you up so your back rests against his bare chest, the other reaching around you, fingers toying with your clit.
“You wanna cum now? Do it. Come for me baby.” He whispers, lips brushing your ear.
The orgasm he denied previously begins to fizz back up, quickly growing from a spark to a fire work as your walls repeatedly tighten around his cock. He continues to fuck in and out of you slowly with your release. You pant his name quietly as you come down.
He pulls out and flips you over to your back, fisting his cock as his head falls back. His release follows shortly after, painting thick white ropes across your tits.
The room is silent aside from heavy pants and the crinkle of the leather couch as Folio leans on it beside you. Your eyes meet and you both smile, letting out soft nervous laughter.
Your phone lights up on the floor where it lays, the stage manager's name flashing on the screen.
“Shit I gotta get back to work” you exclaim.
He shuffled to get a towel from the vanity across the room and you both quickly restored yourselves. You study yourself in the mirror quickly making sure there’s not evidence of what you’d been up to, taking care to wipe the mascara smudges from under your eyes. In the reflection in front of you, Nick studies his phone, shirt draped over his shoulder. “Fuck I gotta go” he says before leaving the room.
Your heart drops a little. Not that it was the opportune time for aftercare and cuddles, but neither of you barely said a word before returning back to business as usual. The day progressed, the show running right on time as you stood in the dark outskirts, arms crossed over your breasts still slightly sticky being that there was no time to shower. “You two wasted no time getting down to business” one of the guitar techs says breaking the silence. Your cheeks immediately flush, assuming he must know what happened between you and Folio. “You know that kit like the back of your hand exactly how he likes it, you’re up there and back with a quick fix in half the time it takes Kooter” he continues. You breathe a breath of relief, of course he’s talking about your job. You give him a soft smile and hear Nick's voice in your ear, stealthily jogging up the side stage to go tighten a loosened lug on the crash symbol between songs.
The trucks begin rolling out and you pack up your skin care on the bus, finally showered and comfy for the night. When you step out of the cramped bathroom you see Folio, awkwardly scanning around.
“Hey” you say from behind him, cheeks heating slightly as his eyes meet yours after having him take you over a couch.
“Hey I’ve been looking for you, I’m sorry I had to run out after, you know..” he chuckles.
“It’s fine you had things to do, I was busy, I understand” you say with a wave of a hand, dismissing his apology. You couldn’t help though that a large part of you craved intimate moments like that with him, beyond subtle flirting, stolen looks, or a quick fuck (the hottest of your life) between responsibilities.
“You know I really like having you around” he says, “and I know there’s only a couple more shows on this run til Kooters back, but I’d really like to keep seeing you. You know, outside of working.” His usual confidence seemed to be overtaken with nerves. Something about it made you smile big.
“Yeah, I’d really like that,” you say with a smile.
“Maybe I’ll reward you if you touch that fish,” he says with a wink, drawing a giggle from you at his terrible flirting, “and I won’t be so gentle next time.”
Authors note: Thank you for all of the love on my first fic! Here for the Folio peeps, I'm slowly making my way to each of the Omens. I'm thinking this will have a part two eventually. I'll start putting together a masterlist and such when I have time. If anyone is interested in being on a taglist let me know and I will start that! I'm open to suggestions, thots, comments, requests, whatever!
18+ below the cut. (monsterfucking (it’s werewolf fucking werewolf), mention of knotting, fighting for dominance (literally))
Folio knew he place before he even tried challenging Darius, but what’s the harm in a reminder?
Both of them going at, in wolf form. Bared teeth and viscious growling, biting the fuck outta each other to get the other to submit. Folio out up the best fight he could, but in the end, Darius comes out on top. Gets him pinned beneath him, and maybe Folio should be a little embarrassed by how easily he submitted despite their brawl, maybe he should be embarrassed by how easily Darius mounted him, but he can’t find it in his stupid canine brain to care when his already throbbing and slick cock slides easily inside. All Folio can do is just take it and pitifully whine like a bitch as Darius ravages him, pants and growls above him as his own cock unsheathes and grows hard.
But he’ll get no release, he knows that. He’ll be left aching and to his own devices as soon as Darius can safely unknot him. No one ever dares to touch Folio after his and Darius’ excursions, no one wants to encroach on his territory.
