#jester's snippets

[jestersnotebook]

i'm curious about the folio x jolly thing :3

This is in reference to this post!

I've posted a snippet of this already here. That post also contains more context!

Vaguely NSFW snippet below the cut.

A hum and a click of Jolly’s tongue; Jolly tugged on his hair and Folio obediently sat up, moving how Jolly wanted him without resistance until he was kneeling on the bed. (He didn’t know what to do with his hands, so he just grabbed two fistfuls of his own pajama shirt.) “I’m not sure I should give you a treat now,” Jolly mused.

It probably wasn’t helpful to pout, but Folio felt his expression twist into one anyways. Maybe the way he widened his eyes pleadingly would blunt the immature edges. “Please,” he managed, “I’ll be good. I just couldn’t wait.” He felt like he had been waiting for hours, body singing with the need for touch, for friction, for movement.

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FOLIO AND JOLLY CRUMBS PLEASEEEEEEE 🫶🥰💜✨️

Hey, so, this fic is currently at 3.5k words? Uh? Hello?

This wasn't supposed to be such a Thing. Anyways. NSFW snippet under the cut for you, Veronika, and anyone else who'd like a Folio/Jolly sneak peek.

“When’s the last time Noah got you to himself?” Jolly asked, tilting his head and raising his eyebrows. He seemed so composed, so regal and above Folio’s squirming, that it was almost embarrassing — Folio’s face heated and he swallowed, resisted the urge to duck his head.

Folio managed to obediently keep eye contact, though. “Two weeks ago, I think.” Twelve days, actually, but admitting that he was counting felt like too much. It wasn’t even that long of a tour stretch, and Folio would be home in a week and a half, but waiting that long felt torturous, especially now that he knew there was an alternative.

A glint of Jolly’s rings in the hotel room light as his hand lifted, fingers carding through Folio’s hair and then twisting, tightening. He used his grip — sharp enough to sting, to prick at Folio’s eyes — to tilt Folio’s head back, and he seemed amused when Folio continued to gaze into Jolly’s darkened eyes even as the angle changed. “I assume you’ve touched yourself in the meantime,” he mused, and he seemed to be leisurely making his way toward some kind of point.

[jestersnotebook]

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."

[jestersnotebook]

Hi!!! Really curious about "Heaven is here (If you want it)" // Kitten!Nicholas x Reader w💕

From this post!!

So, it started out with me intending for it to get intimate in a way that was soft but sexual. Then I thought it was going to be a SFW piece with no sexual content, but I have looped back around to some sweet, gentle rowdy time at the end. I just go where the muse takes me, and it is currently taking me in circles. I hate it, thanks.

Here's a (safe for work) snippet below the cut. The piece has tended toward something rambly and prone to brief detours that don't really add much of substance in terms of plot, but it feels appropriate. I'm not sure if I'll lean into it during revisions or edit it out/make it more direct. We'll see. Again, the muse is in control.

“You know,” you started, and there was a playful lilt to your words as he turned his chair enough for you to climb into his lap, straddle his waist, “you can always just ask for time in this.” You held up the collar, shook it enough for the bell to jingle quietly, and watched as his gaze fixed on it once more. You bit your lip, tilted your head to the side, and offered Nicholas an appraising look. “I do think it’s cute when you leave it out like a dog eager for a walk and its leash, though.” The admission was sweet with affection, which was completely unsurprising, really.

Nicholas gave you a faintly sheepish look, briefly, before he was back to smiling warmly. His hands settled on your hips, kneading the flesh beneath his fingers gently, absentmindedly. “I always worry you’re not going to be in the mood,” he admitted quietly. “This way, if I leave it setting out and you don’t have space for it, you can pretend you don’t see it.”

The fact that Nicholas cared enough to offer you an easy out like that was sweet, but it was a kindness that was tinged with sadness. “I wouldn’t just ignore that,” you told Nicholas, firm but gentle, and trailed the fingertips of your free hand along the line of Nicholas’s cheekbone. “But I do have space. I want to let the kitten play tonight.” You leaned in for a soft, sweet kiss, feeling Nicholas smile against your lips.

[jestersnotebook]

A Vinny Sandwich sounds great right about now🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤 the pairing has me foaming at the mouth actually

From this post!!

The fic has a (working) title now!! "All I want is to behold you." Trying to figure out if I'll capitalize it properly or stylize that a bit. Who knows with me.

Basically, Ricky and Vinny are together. Vinny wants to sleep with Ryan (and maybe Ricky does too), so Vinny annoys Ricky into making a proposition to Ryan. Ryan takes them up on it, and sex ensues, of course. Vinny is a trans man in this 'cause I've read a few fics with that headcanon and, wow, do I love it. Anyways. A snippet beneath the cut, even though it's not the saucy bit. I did quite a bit of writing at the beginning to figure out Ricky's voice, not sure how much I'll cut. Enjoy?

A sigh from Ricky. “I’m not. Asking nicely. You can kiss my ass, Sitkowski,” he deadpanned, though his lips twitched with an amusement he couldn’t stifle. “I will ask if you want to have sex with me and my boyfriend, though. Once.” He wasn’t going to let Ryan give him a hard time over this, thank you very much. He had a reputation to uphold. Or something.

Ryan sat back in his seat, took a hit off his vape. “Okay, then,” he said, simply. When Ricky just blinked at him, not overtly puzzled but not sure what was going on, he chuckled somewhere deep in his chest. “Ask me.” His tone made it clear that he wasn’t going to take another step in this conversation until Ricky acquiesed.

And, really, Ricky had set himself up for this one. He rubbed his forehead and sighed, wondering what he’d done to get stuck with these particular men for bandmates. It might have had something to do with all of the karma he’d racked up for being an asshole. “Ryan,” he started, sounding reluctant even to himself, and flicked his gaze to meet Ryan’s, “will you have sex with me and my boyfriend?” He wasn’t embarrassed or flustered by saying the words out loud, even plain as they were, but he was annoyed that he had to. That Ryan was making him.

There was a smug look that settled onto Ryan’s lips that made Ricky wonder if indulging his boyfriend (and himself, even if just a little, if he was being honest) was worth it. “Yeah, Rick, I guess I can make some time for that,” he replied, and there was something in his gaze that completely undermined the nonchalant, almost flippant tone he had taken — presumably for comedic effect.

Ricky couldn’t be blamed, really, for latching onto the way Ryan’s gaze had darkened. “You’re into it, aren’t you? You don’t have to act like this is going to be a favor for us.” He paused, tilted his head a little. “Have you thought about it?” he asked, and maybe he was being a bit mean with such a pointed question. Maybe the arch to his eyebrows was a bit judgmental on purpose. Payback was a bitch, Ryan Sitkowski.

A long drag on his vape before Ryan answered, blowing the smoke out through his nose like a melodramatic dragon. He was clearly procrastinating on giving any sort of answer, which told Ricky everything he needed to know before Ryan ever said a reluctant word. “Maybe. Tour’s long and lonely. You two can be loud. It’s hard not to think about it.”

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❄️ Share a snippet from a WIP of your choosing.

This is from an almost-finished story with Folio and a trans man!reader. It's part of a series I'm (slowly) writing with each Bad Omens guy (plus Matt!) paired up with a non-binary/trans/genderfluid reader because Trans Joy is important.

As Folio perches on the arm of your chair and ruffles your hair, you exhale, and it feels a lot like a tightly wound bundle of nerves escapes with the breath. This is Folio; you’re more than safe with him. “So, uh. I’m finally—“ Finally. “— getting facial hair,” you begin, but then you pause. The silence must linger for too long (and you’ve still yet to summon your words from the sudden, turbulent depths of embarrassment, flooding in to replace the anxiety from before) because Folio chimes in with fondness and more than a dash of delight. “I’ve noticed.” Fingers brush along the sparse and admittedly rather patchy hair lining your jaw. “And here I thought you couldn’t get more handsome,” he adds, ducking his head to nuzzle against your chin with a nose that crinkles faintly (you assume because of the newer sensation).

🌧️ Share something angsty from your WIP.

I probably won't publish this WIP. I borrowed Dodger's fallen angel!Noah (with their permission, of course) to write a cathartic little vent piece. This is just the only WIP I have that has anything that's considerably angsty.

And for reasons soaked in guilt, reasons they refused to look in the face, Noah found themself drawn to that self-induced agony, over and over and over again.

💧 Share something romantic/hot from your WIP, or just something sweet if it's gen.

This is y'all's first look at the Vinny sandwich fanfic. It's a beast of a thing. Over five thousand words, and it's just starting to turn rowdy. Writing this from Ricky's POV was apparently a mistake. Who knew.

“Yeah, I would have,” Ryan agreed, trying to turn. “Dude. Vin. I can’t move with you plastered to my back.” When Vinny didn’t move, he made a face, and Ricky grinned when he gave in and pressed back slightly against the smaller man. A furrow appeared between his brows as Vinny slid hands over his chest, down his stomach, where they settled. He opened his mouth to ask what he was doing when Vinny started to knead the soft flesh there, and he almost blushed — blushed? — when Vinny made a pleased noise. Vinny squirmed a little, mindless movement that seemed oddly delighted, as he pushed his hands up under Ryan’s shirt to get at the bare skin there. “I love your stomach, dude. It’s fucking sexy.” He sounded so sincere — in an almost lewd way with how much heat colored his words — that it took Ricky a bit by surprise, and it seemed to startle Ryan a little too.

[jestersnotebook]

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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i never handwrite my stories but, uh, look what i did on lunch at work. (warning for the mildest hint at sexual content.)