Jolly putting you in the flannel, all soft and warm, then spoiling you? Loving the way it hangs off you while you take that mustache ride? 😩
The flannel is something he slips on you, either after you’ve just been fucking or after he’s finished cleaning you up in the shower. Either way, it feels warm and soft, swallowing you in a comforting kind of way. It’s long enough to sit at your thighs, maybe just a little higher, giving him a teasing view, and naturally he can’t help but take full advantage of that 🤭
cw: 18 + 𝖒𝖉𝖓𝖎. moustache ride, oral.
You’re curled up on the couch after sharing dinner, and now he’s teasing you by sharing ice cream. Each time he licks the spoon clean, you’re focused on his tongue, his mouth, that moustache, and Jolly isn’t stupid. He can see the way you’re mesmerised, even going as far as to tease you.
“You can do more than just stare, you know.”
Even though you’re wearing nothing but his flannel, you feel yourself blush. You have no reason to, but him and his smooth talk, his overall charm, have a way of making you weak and wet—heavy on the latter in this moment.
He shifts, shuffling off the couch and onto the floor, his back pressed against it. His head tilts back against the cushion as he looks up at you and gestures you over.
“Here…” He extends a hand, his fingers grazing your ankle, and it doesn’t take much tugging, or encouragement, for you to follow his request.
“Jolly, what are you—”
The second he has even remotely a good grip, he’s tugging you closer until you’re sitting on his face, no way to brace or stop yourself from planting all your weight down while his rough, large hands grip your thighs, holding you in place, his calloused fingers grazing slow circles against your skin.
The rough brush of his facial hair between your thighs makes you gasp, a small giggle slipping out before the ticklish sensation is quickly overwhelmed by a wave of pleasure creeping through you at the feel of his tongue guiding between your folds, pressing flat against your clit.
It’s obvious what he wants, and for a second your entire body trembles, your eyes fluttering as you let the sensation take over. You follow his guiding hands as they settle briefly at your hips, rocking you forward, slowly manoeuvring you into a steady rhythm, encouraging you to roll your hips as you press firmly into his mouth and tongue. The combination of his moustache against you is the added friction you need, your wetness seeping and coating him, unashamed by the way you know he’ll be able to taste you for days with every roll of his tongue across his upper lip—something he desperately wants, and you know that he won’t stop, until he has you cumming all over him.
you're Noah's little sister, and Noah knows you're already an adult who could easily kick his ass without any problem, like when he was a teenager and you were shorter. But he can't help still seeing you as his little sister, the one he had to take care of even when he was still a kid because there were problems at home and it was just the two of you.
You're a member of the band, you try to go on every tour when you have time, you're friends with everyone, but especially close to Jolly. You both understand each other well, you can talk for hours without getting bored, and the age difference isn't a factor that complicates communication. But little by little, a kind of sexual tension develops that neither of you can explain.
It started with brushing hands, seeking each other out, wanting to be closer, bringing each other snacks, noticing small details in each other's facial features—a freckle, a blemish, in Jolly's case, a gray hair. All of that awakened something special that you couldn't quite explain.
After a tour wrap party, you ended up drunk. Everyone at the party was having a great time. Jolly, who was a bit tipsy, started whispering in your ear how beautiful you looked in that dress. The alcohol clouded your judgment, and since no one was paying attention, you went upstairs and ended up having sex on the bedroom bed. Clothes were everywhere, your panties were torn, his long hair covered you like a veil as he fucked you while you were on top. The tension was gone, and neither of you regretted what you'd done.
Their happiness and ecstasy plummeted as soon as someone opened the door. They'd forgotten to lock it. There, standing in the doorway, was a furious, drunk older brother, still holding his glass full of what was probably vodka and lemon soda.
"JOLLY, YOU SON OF A BITCH, YOU FUCKED MY...HIP...SISTER!"
“We saw you across the way and like your vibe” ass picture
18+ below the cut.
Nicholas already having a script ready to ask, Jolly slowly and methodically piecing one together in case Nick’s doesn’t work. But Nick’s does work, and you end up in the backseat of their car, much to Jolly’s dismay—no one could wait honestly—one mouth on your neck, the other smirking against yours catching every little breath and moan, and two hands, one from each of them, in your pants working you up to take you apart.
hiiiii bb 💕i'm coming with two questions; what is your favourite headcanon you've given the bo AND miw boys? it can be something you've written about, or something you haven't as a little lore drop 🤭
Hi Lexi bean! So sorry this took so long!
Okay so this is definitely going under the cut, and I'll do my best to keep each one short and sweet! Some of these may be a little spicy so as always:
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Folio: Folio is the most boyfriend coded human being in the world. He's doting without it being overwhelming, attentive without being overbearing. He usually gets up early, so he'll have coffee and breakfast started by the time his partner wakes up. He's a big acts of service guy.
Noah: Noah hums all the time, to the point that he doesn't realize he's doing it. While he's cooking or cleaning and while he's playing video games ( if he's not rage quitting that is ) or writing. Music is just such a part of who he is, that he's almost constantly making it whether he's writing and recording or not.
Nicholas: Nicholas is a cuddle monster. He has to have his arms around his partner at all times. Hugs from behind, an arm around their shoulders. Physical touch is his love language.
Jolly: Jolly is a soft dom. He's an expert at making his partners cum crying, shaking and gasping for air. He's a fan of overstimulation, loving the way his partner begs for release, knowing exactly when to stop, when to keep going and how far to keep pushing.
And the MIW boys:
Ryan: Ryan is a very stern Dom. He's not mean, but he expects his subs to do as they're told or be ready for punishment. His favorite punishments are orgasm denial and overstimulation.
Justin: Justin is a big cuddle monster. He loves crowding his partners space, loves just draping himself on his partner at all times. He calls himself a "living breathing weighted blanket", so whenever his partner is having anxiety or is in need of Compression, he just lays on them and they both nap.
Vinny: Vinny is a gremlin, but an incredibly sweet and well meaning gremlin. Gift giving is one of his love languages, and while he is very good at it, he loves getting chaos gifts as well. Gifts he describes as "for shits and gigs".
Chris: Chris is a soft dom and a master brat tamer. He knows exactly how to get his bratty partners to behave and isn't afraid of punishing them. He's also the king of aftercare.
Ricky: Ricky is a brat in quite literally any situation. Dom? Brat. Sub? Brat. He uses degradation and humiliation with startling effectiveness ( when that's what his partner is into ), mostly because he gets off on it himself. He also is into impact play, and will often talk back with the intent of being slapped or spanked.
