#folio thots

[stardustsirenmelody]

Just a Folio thought about sitting on his lap while he's practicing 🤤

CW: Thigh Riding, Semi-Public Sex (they in the studio but no one's around), f!masturbation, f!orgasm, mentions of f!oral and implied smut

Imagine sitting on Folio's lap while he's practicing on his drums. It's just you and him in the studio while you wait for the others to show up to rehearsal. It started off innocent, wanting to be as close as possible while he practiced but what he doesn't realize (he does, he knows what he's doing) is that every time he pushes the pellets for his bass drum, his thigh hit your clit just right. You're all red and flustered, grinding against him slightly to get some more friction and trying to hide your moans by covering your mouth with your hand. You come undone on thigh, leaning back against him still trying to mask your moans with your hand but the way your legs are trembling gives it away. Little shit would be smirking to himself, just knowing he got you off without touching you would be the biggest ego boost. Maybe he'll eat you out or just fuck you against his drum kit before the guys show up.

[cookiesupplier]

You're visiting Paris *wink-wink* with Noah and Folio. Who goes where?

I... I... I'm Australian and have no clue about Paris.. BUT I have a feeling that wink wink implies you are looking for a smutty answer for this? I'm going to do a little bit of a snippit of two things.. just a little!

I've never actually written a head canon before.. so.. I have NO IDEAS! I'm... blank... lets see what my fingers so... I'm supposed to be working on my next fanfic part for Roses, whoops. lol

SFW:

Noah is looking for the quiet more peaceful places. With all the intensity of the concerts, he just wants a quiet place to sit with you, museums, galleries, even a park. Quiet moments are precious, even in a foreign city.

Folio is all for taking you out for at least one wild ride while in the city, whether it be high up, or just going so fast to do something stupid in.

NSFW

Come night fall neither one would want to let you out of their sight.

Folio is partial to you riding him, he loves watching you bounce on his cock, his hands hold your hips, roaming up your body and exploring every inch of you as he praises just how perfect you feel.. how wonderfully you cum on his cock every single time for him Princess.

Noah wants to taste you, he always wants to taste you, he can't get enough of you. Even after he's just finished inside of you he wants to get his mouth on you, he doesn't care how dirty it may seem.. he just can't get enough..

(noah x folio x reader) Folio would be directing Noah while he eats you out, holding you there as he makes you cum again, and again until your a weeping mess.. He loves seeing you like this, his hands running down your body at both of their mercy.. panting, before your begging for both of their cocks despite only just moments ago begging for Noah to stop with his tongue.. but I thought it was too much Baby?

[kaliforniahigh]

add in some jealous playful rivalry from the rest of the boys every time folio is called your favorite boy, but none of them have that charm like him and don't understand what makes him so special

spoiler: plenty makes him special but they're mostly thot related reasons

Oh, I'm having so many unholy thoughts.

Because they all tried to get with you and they don't understand why you don't give them the time of day.

Meanwhile, Folio is just a smug bastard. Because he knows that no matter how hard any guy wants to get in your pants, he's the only one who gets the priviledge to make you tremble underneath him.

The first time you had sex with him, you weren't expecting much from the sweet looking guy. But soon you found out how strong the arms of a drummer can be.

Not only that, but his smugness totally translated to the bedroom.

Like that one time he saw Jolly trying to make a move on you at one of the parties you attended. He knew his friend was only doing it to tease him, but he was not about to let it slide that easily.

So, a few hours later, when Folio was hovering above you, two fingers deep inside of you, you heard his voice in your ear.

"Look at you all spread out underneath me"

The only response you could muster was a weak whimper, head rolling to the side and teeh biting your bottom lip.

"I'm the only one who can make you this dripping wet. Right, baby?"

You thought he was looking for some reassurance from you, but when you opened your eyes to look at him, you said his mischievous eyes.

No, he wasn't looking for any reassurance. He already knew he was the only who could make you feel this way.

"Yeah, only you", you said in a breathy voice, trying to grab his neck to connect your lips, but he shook off your hold.

"Nah, nah. You don't get to touch me. Not when you were letting by friend flirt with you"

You tried to scramble your brain to figure out what he was talking about, but soon you remember your interaction with Jolly at the party.

"Wasn't flirting", you tried to reason, but your resolve was weak with how his fingers were moving.

"Hmmm. I don't believe you. Think you need a little reminder of who you actually belong to"

In seconds, you went from from being on your back to having your head pushed down on the bed, ass up in the air.

You let yourself show a little smile when he couldn't see your face. You really didn't need a reminder of you belonged to, but if he wanted to show you, you wouldn't be the one to stop him.

[artificialstardust]

gimme your thots on possessive bad omens 👁️👁️ (if you wanna obv)

Oh I EAT this shit up like it’s no one’s business.

Matt is definitely more up front about it because bffr, this man almost fought someone when they were in the UK (Noah told the story on a live). Like- he will purposefully leave hickeys and shit where they’ll be visible

Jolly is a bit more laid back about it, but he definitely keeps a hand on you in some capacity. He definitely will kiss your neck and gently nip at it as a reminder to you

Davis goes between the two, but he makes it known that you’re his. Fully believe he’d smack your ass in public

Noah is also passive about it, but he’s more up front about it than jolly is. He’s loving on you a bit more as a public statement that your his and having you sit on his lap

Folio is definitely like Matt and being upfront about it. What’s his is his, baby doesn’t share. He’s pulling you into him, caging you into the table if you’re at a standing one or at the bar. He’s grabbing a handful of your ass if he notices other guys looking at you and glaring at them

Ruffilo is for sure the perfect mix, it all depends on how guys look at you or act towards you. It can go from just touching you like his hand on your back or waist, clear to leaving marks on your neck while you’re sitting on his lap in a bar

[cowpokeomens]

OKAY QUESTION

What’s one less talked about kink that each of the boys have?

Bc im bored of constantly hearing noah’s got a daddy kink like it wasn’t painfully obvious

GIMME SPICE X

I HAVE MANY THOTS ON THIS!!!

I don’t think Noah has a daddy kink actually I think Noah has a praise kink and we all mistake it for arrogance but anyways!!! Noah is a switch who loooooooves subbing okay I know it’s not a specific kink but i swear to god if someone just tied that boy up and rode him nice and slow until he cried y’all would see that I’m RIGHT okay he can have his little dom moments or whatever but he is very much capable of being a very good boy who sucks on your fingers and begs you to let him cum

Nicholas is the real freak of them all idk why Noah got his reputation but I’ll tell you rn that it was probably intentional!! He can’t hide behind those big soulful eyes!! Not from me!! I see all!! I can’t think of anything that’s never been said but I definitely think I should emphasize impact play and also how fucking controlling he is like. That’s how he gets off is how much you let him control you. He’s so stoic and straight face but he has you sprawled over his lap with two fingers just barely curling into you and he stops each time you’re about to cum just because he doesn’t want you to cum yet. No reason! That’s it! Just likes knowing he gets to call the shots! Also likes the way your body moves when he smacks it. Big fan of spanking and also just like, slapping your tits and your face and whatever else he feels like because of the way your cunt clenches wow this was long-

Nick folio has a predator/prey kink this is so apparent to me that I can’t think of anything else like his ultimate fantasy is chasing you through the woods and fucking you against a tree he’s like a rabid dog bro like if you giggle a little and try to run away he goes monkey brain and HAS to fuck you right then and there like it doesn’t matter where, you can be running away from him playfully in the kitchen but he has you bent over the counter a minute later, telling you to “try and run away now”

Jolly has a daddy kink and we as a society do not talk about it enough. I think the extremity to which it exists is up to his partner. Like I’m not really into littlespace or anything like that but if that’s what you need, he’s there. Likes taking care of things :-/ fucks you to chill you out, deals out praise like candy at Halloween baby lots of “that’s it, good girl, taking daddy’s cock so well” I actually might vomit blood

[flowery-mess]

Threesome with Noah and Folio, please 😇

Babe sorry I won't write that, I haven't writen two person smut yet, doing threesome would be disaster from my side, trust me🥹

But! I feel like there's lot of blogs that are open for smut thots, I'm sure they'll give you much more pleasing answer that I ever could😂💗

I'm sure @artificialbreezy @artificialstardust or anyone else wouldn't mind you jumping in their inboxes with this idea to rant about hehe

[stardustsirenmelody]

Send me some thots about Bad Omens while I'm at work and ill answer when I get out 👀

[mitchhbitch]

I just want to share with you guys my new FAVORITE Folio picture😌

It’s making my thots go insane.

[industrialdreadhead]

Watching the downbeat with Folio and Matt.

Oh my I'm having so many thots for Matty saying "bubby"

Domestic thoughts

Rough thoughts

All the thoughts

I need to have him saying it in my ear on loop rn

[caitcoreeeee]

I need some motivation to get into the flow of writing again because I have 2 fics lined up but can’t find the motivation to start them (a Nick Folio one shot and a Matt Honeycutt one shot) I’ve been working like a dog (I work at a daycare and those kids kill me) and I come home exhausted but bored and need stuff to do so I thought maybe sending some prompts in for little blurbs or thots might help me find the passion again!! I can write for any of the bad omens boys, Lorna shore, MIW, Sleep token, Matt Honeycutt, oli Sykes so please please give me something guys!!!

[mitchhbitch]

All my thots are about Folio😌

everyone keeps hating on the shorts but i love folio in shorts😭

[kaliforniahigh]

folio thots anon here 👋 back with more thots but about matt this time

enemies to not friends but something hotter? ambiguous relationship

you bump into a guy in a ghostface mask (matt) at a halloween party that you didn't even want to go to, but were dragged to by your best friend. she's ditched you and now this guy almost knocks you over, but he's apologetic. 

“you scared me there” he says. you rebuttal that you didn't but he stands his ground. “no you look pretty scary. i'm terrified of hot women in a scary masks and fishnets.” and while you're definitely not dressed scary aside from a purge mask you borrowed from your roommate, you are dressed somewhat sexy in a black skirt and fishnets and now know this guy was checking you out. 

a little back and forth flirting leads you back inside the house and any thoughts about ditching you had prior to this are gone. 

he never takes the mask off and you don't either, but you start making jokes about not wanting ghostface to kill you which leads into a playful chase around the party. 

before you know it you're alone in a room with him, your heart racing and thighs squeezing together because fuck you're actually turned on by this and fuck it, you do have a mask kink. 

you don't even try to stop him when he approaches you, your hands already reaching out for him and undoing his belt before you fall to your knees and lift your mask up just enough to expose your mouth and take him. 

only once he's hard and wet enough do you pop him free and stand back up for him to push you against the wall and take you, ripping your fishnets in the process. 

it shouldn't be as hot as it is being fucked by someone you don't know, but holy shit why does that just make it even better to you. 

and god he sounds so mean, calling you all sorts of degrading names; slut, whore, cockslut, even him calling you a good girl makes you clench and moan around him as he drives himself into you without mercy. 

“you like being fucked by some guy you don't know, huh? you like being a slut for my cock?” you're practically delirious as he says these things, and all you can answer with is yes, over and over until he finally pushes you over the edge. 

when you finally come down from your high is when you see it, the lord of the rings shirt. you don't need to take the mask off to know who it is beneath, but you reach out and do so anyway. the smug look on his face makes you remove your own, ready to chew him out but he hits you with the: “i thought you knew it was me.” 

you didn't, or at least you think you didn't. in reality you'd know his voice anywhere, especially with the way it was growling in your ear, calling you the most degrading things imaginable. it's not that you hate matt, you just think he's an ass and yes, you've fantasied about hate fucking him but for it to actually happen is a whole different thing. 

“if you tell anyone.” you threaten, but he's not scared of you, he's always snarking back and maybe that's why he gets under your skin so much. “who am i going to tell?”

I absolutely LOVE enemies to lovers and hate fucking with Matt, that is my trope!!!!

You nailed this, because he WOULD be so mean to you, and calling you names and insulting you. And the fact that he knew it was you, but you didn't know it was him, but he got you all hot and bothered anyway??

He would be so smug about it, and teasing you all the time about how you were so pliant and begging him to fuck you.

[artificialstardust]

Noah and Folio thot incoming‼️‼️

Leaning against Noah as he keeps your legs spread and he teaches folio how to eat you out (but what folio doesn’t know is that the way Noah is telling him actually makes you squirt). And when you do finish, folio’s face is so red and stunned just looking between you and Noah and Noah is just smirking and laughing. “I told you I’d teach you how to make her cum, but I figured it’d be more entertaining to see your face after she squirted on it.” And then folio smiles at Noah and asks “can I do it again?” Like a kid in a candy store because he loved it so much. “I can tell you about what position makes her squirt too if you wanna try that” and then folio is just like “bro are you sure?” “Wouldn’t suggest it if I wasn’t.”

And so Noah is sitting on the chair that you have in the corner of y’all’s room (manspreading of course) while folio has you folded in half with your legs over his shoulders with one hand pressing gently on your lower stomach and the other playing with your clit like how Noah instructed him. Noah getting up and crouching beside the bed and making you look at him. “You love having my best friend fuck you while I watch don’t you? You like how folio fills your cunt don’t you? What if I let him cum inside?” And then folio just groans so loud because you clenched around him because of that. And Noah just chuckles and says “you can cum in her folio, I’ll give her a pass on being a fucking slut tonight.”

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Forbidden Lessons X

Masterlist

Another part? Sue me. (Pls don’t).

Warnings: noncon, age gap, abuse of power, coercion. Y'all know I do it dark and spicy. You have warnings, use them.

Thots, comments, screaming, and feedback are welcome and highly encouraged. Thank you!

The car idles as you stare out the window. The freshly cleared roads give little comfort at the prospect of the long road home. 

You chew your thumb as you glance over at the wooden moniker of the pharmacy. As if summoned, Professor Laufeyson emerges with a paper bag in hand. He doesn’t look happy.

The door opens and he drops into the seat, handing over the bag without looking at you. He gives another of his long sighs, a habit that’s underlined the tense morning. Strained silences and terse words. You feel as if you’ve done something wrong, yet all you’ve done is exactly what he wants.

“There should be instructions or what have you,” he shifts into gear and checks the rearview before craning to see behind him. 

He backs out as you grasp the bag and open the top, peering inside at the long box. You slide it out and read the side then turn it over. ‘Dosage and indications inside’. You pop open the flap and take out the single pill in the aluminum shell. You unfold the sheets of instructions and squint at the tiny font.

“As I understand, it’s rather straightforward. You’ve seventy-two hours to take safeguards,” he turns out of the lot and turns up the heat.

“Um, yeah, sorry, just reading–”

“The chemist said the sooner the better. I know neither of us desire any other outcome,” he advises as he focuses on the road.

“Sure, uh,” you fold up the instructions, not wanting to argue.

You push the capsule through the seal and reach for the small bottle of water you took from the hotel. You place the tablet on your tongue and take a deep gulp. You swallow, keeping back as you nearly choke and cap the water, placing it back in the holder. You breathe out. Easy.

“Are you upset?” you ask.

“Upset?” he repeats dully.

“Mhmm, you seem… mad. Did I do something?”

“Well, that you didn’t mention your lack of precaution is a bit irksome,” he says, “but I’m more tired. The conference, the late night… I am a very busy man. You will understand when you’re older.”

You cross your arms and make yourself small. You feel miniscule, insignificant. Professor Laufeyson, esteemed scholar, and this pathetic, measly first year.

“I do long for the days I was but a naive pupil, when a lecture was the most of my worries,” he hums, “oh, but do not take it for granted.”

“I’m sorry, I… I understand.”

“You can try to,” he says dismissively, “but you can’t.”

He flicks the radio on and turns the knob, the deep tones of strings filling the car. You clamp your lips shut and turn your attention to the heaps of snow and grey sky. 

You lean against the door, the shift grazing your tenderness and stoking a flutter in your core. The pain remains. What’s worse is how he seems to want to forget it just as much as you.

💚

You sit in the front row of Professor Laufeyson’s class, as you have every week since the first. You listen to his final remarks, his reminder of the upcoming finals, and tidings for the looming winter break. Students pack up as he does the same, intent upon his leather bag and the folio he slides into the pocket. 

He folds up his laptop as you approach, your peers streaming out the double doors in a tired buzz. This late in the semester and all are wilting beneath the avalanche of exams and paper. You included, however, you find it hard to focus with the shadow of him lurking in your mind.

It’s been a week since your trip out of town. A week since you’ve seen him. Since he did what he did.

“Hi,” you stop on the other side of the podium, a smile.

“Mm, hello,” he barely looks up as you hug your notebook to your chest.

“How are you?”

“As well as any, I suppose,” he doesn’t look up as he zips up his bag, “is there something I can help you with?”

You flinch. When he looks at you, it’s cold and empty. Your chest sinks and your stomach tangles. You swallow down your embarrassment.

“It’s about the exam,” you lie, “is there multiple choice?”

He narrows his eyes and his brows raise, almost as if he thinks of you as a pest. He scoffs, “no, written. Completely. Short answer and an exam, as I said–”

“Sorry, I must’ve missed that,” you tamp down your hurt. 

You don’t understand. All those things he said. He called you beautiful, he said you were all he thought about, that all he wanted was you. He made you feel like no one else ever did and now, you’re nothing to him.

He pulls on his jacket and hooks his bag over his shoulder. He checks his watch, “is that everything?”

You gape at him. That last week, cramping, bleeding, vomiting. You went back and read the booklet, it’s all to be expected but no less unpleasant.

“I’m not pregnant,” you say.

“Shhh,” he hisses as he steps towards you. You wince and back away, frightened by his abruptness, “do not say that so loud.”

“I…” your eyes round, “I thought you’d want to know.”

“Good,” he gives you a curt look, “modern science works. Like I ever doubted it.”

His sarcasm cuts deep, his indifference more so. What would he do if you were pregnant? If he had made an unfixable mistake?

You’re stunned. Like someone slapped you. Like time has stopped. The air traps in your chest as he tries to sidle by you. You turn to follow him.

“Did you ever care about me?” you ask as you trail his long strides.

He halts so you nearly collide with him and spins to face you. He jabs his finger at you as his eyes flare, “be quiet. You could get in a lot of trouble.”

“What? But you said— did you lie to me?”

He rolls his eyes, “I said what you wanted to hear and you believed it. You made your choices, you got on your back for me. Easily. I barely had to do any work. We both got we wanted.”

Your lip quivers as the tears well and spill over, “no, I…” you gasp, “you lied.”

“Oh, don’t be a child,” he sneers, “you shouldn’t open your legs like an adult if you can’t act as one.”

You stumble back, as if he’s struck you. Your chest caves in as your heart hammers. You shake your head and flick away the tears, “you’re a bad man.”

“And you’re a stupid girl,” he retorts, “now, I’ve more important things to tend to. Good evening.”

You gulp and turn on your heel, stumbling away from him, up the steps to the rear entrance, too embarrassed to follow him out. You hear the lower doors open and close before you can clatter through those at the top of the lecture hall. You burst through and hit the opposite wall.

You turn your back to the cold brick slide down down, hanging your head over your notebook as your tears stain the cover. You sniffle and sob in the empty hall, quivering as doom slowly consumes you. You put the heels of your hands to your eyes as you fall apart.

“Excuse me,” the deep voice startles you.

You snort and sit up as you mop your face. Your puffy eyes barely make out Professor Barnes as he bends over you curiously. You wipe your nose with your sleeve and he straightens as you push yourself to your feet.

“Hi, professor,” you utter.

“Are you okay?” he asks, looking up and down the corridor around him.

“Yeah, I…” you rub your lips together and wet them with your tongue, tasting the salt of your tears, “I just got a bad mark. I’ll make it up.”

He frowns and you shy away, “are you sure?”

“Yes,” you say, too quickly as you lift your bag and shuffle away from him, “I’ll see you in class.”

“Uh, alright,” he accepts with an air of confusion, “take care of yourself.”

You nod, but he probably doesn’t see it. What does it matter? No one could truly care about you.