#jolly karlsson x noah sebastian

[sitkowski]

your heart is the only place that i call home ( noah sebastian x jolly karlsson )

pairing: noah sebastian x jolly karlsson cw: not much going on here but some soft boys, meddling best friends, seriously a lot of fluff. word count: 947 author's note: i needed some soft stuff in my life right now. this is a sequel to all this and heaven too. title comes from "heartlines" by florence + the machine. divider by @saradika-graphics ✨

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It’s been eleven days since Jolly picked Noah up in a bathroom, cleaned him up and helped him back to the van. A week since Noah came back for that second kiss in some backroom minutes before they were due to go on stage and they didn’t have much time to appreciate it. And after that? After they made it back home, the two of them wrapped up in each other fast asleep in the back of the van, waking up actually feeling rested despite the not so comfortable sleeping conditions?

Nothing.

At least not at first. Not for lack of trying. But they only had six days at home before they were back out on the road, and all Noah really wanted to do was sleep in his own bed for as long as humanly possible, maybe avoid human interaction for at least two of those days. He wakes up on the second day, only to find Nicholas sprawled in his desk chair, phone in one hand and a juice box in the other.

Noah groans and drags his pillow over his head. “No, Nicky.”

“You don’t even know what I was gonna say,” Nicholas slurps loudly on his straw, just to get Noah to peek out at him in annoyance. “So, you and Jolly, huh?”

It was the most obvious question, and it surprised him that it took him this long to bring it up. Noah gives up on the idea of sleeping longer and finally sits up. “Why’d you send him to find me after that show?”

That probably wasn’t what Nicholas was expecting him to say, given the look that crosses his face moments before he smirks. “So you kissed him as a thank you for that?”

“He kissed me first,” Noah admits, and he sounds defensive to his own ears. “Out in the parking lot that night. He told me once I was feeling better, to come find him—”

“Gotta admit, it took you a little bit longer to catch on than I thought it might. He’s had a crush on you for a long time.”

Noah wonders if everyone knew but him. Maybe he hadn’t been looking hard enough to be able to see it, but he’s looking now. 

His first thought about this isn’t of himself, “The band—”

“Will be fine,” Nicholas’ face softens. “You deserve this, Noah.”

Noah knows better than to argue with him.

It’s safe to say that his mind is consumed after that. But he’s got to wait still, because Jolly was visiting family and wouldn’t be home until two days before they left for the next string of gigs. And if Nicholas happens to make sure that the house is empty except for the two of them the day that he’s due to come back, Noah doesn’t call him out on it. He doesn’t thank him for it either because he’s nervous for some reason. As if he hasn’t been alone with Jolly dozens of times before. As if he didn’t remember what it felt like to kiss him, to listen to the sound of his heart thudding in his chest in the back of the van.

Jolly looks happy to see him when he gets there, and almost relieved to know that it’s just the two of them for a while. Noah wants to give him time to himself to unwind, but he also can’t help but follow him up to his room, stand in the doorway and watch him as he unpacks.

“Are you just going to hold up that door frame for me, or are you going to come in?” Jolly asks finally.

Noah hedges further into the room, before he finally gives up and decides that this is Jolly, there’s nothing to be nervous about. He throws himself down on Jolly’s bed, flops back against his pillows. “So how was your trip?”

“We are not going to do that, Noah.”

“What? No small talk?”

Jolly pushes his suitcase off of the end of the bed and crawls up beside him. Noah would probably back away if it weren’t for the fact he’d fall off the bed. So much for not being nervous. “You and I are beyond that now, don’t you think?”

Noah can’t argue when that. And when Jolly opens up his arms for him, he can’t help but move over and immediately sink against him. He thinks back to that night in the van, how peacefully he slept curled up on Jolly’s chest, how it had become just a space for the two of them even for a little while. And now, he finds himself in the same position, head propped up on Jolly’s shoulder, an arm tossed over his chest. One of Jolly’s hands is threading through Noah’s hair slowly, and he reaches down to trace his fingers over the arch of Noah’s brow until he lifts his head to look at him.

“I don’t think I was looking before, when I should have been,” Noah says, his words holding an apology that probably isn’t needed. “But I see you now.”

Jolly shakes his head, “You’ve always seen me, Noah, the same way I’ve seen you. And take it from someone who’s always been looking.”

Noah pushes himself up and kisses him because he can’t help it, not after that. It’s soft and simple, and it feels like it could be enough. But he can feel it all over, all the way down to his bones. Jolly slowly breaks the kiss, smiling as he does so, and it’s impossible for Noah not to smile back.

“Yeah,” he says quietly, nudging his nose against Jolly’s. “I see you now.”

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[sitkowski]

i will wrap you in cold ( jolly karlsson x noah sebastian )

pairing: jolly karlsson x noah sebastian

cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ description of a character’s death(s), mind manipulation, blood kink, finger sucking, oral sex, anal sex, using blood for questionable things, blood drinking, mentions of past lives.

word count: 4.2k

author's note: the second and only other fic done for kinktober in the concrete jungle, let's get spooky-ish. title comes from "silver and cold" by afi, divider by @saradika-graphics 🕷️

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There’s something off about this haunted house the minute he steps inside of it. First, it’s too…nice. It looks like something out of the 1800’s, or that one Backstreet Boys music video. His footsteps echo as he moves through the large foyer, too caught up in the scenery before him to realize that he’s been separated from the group he came in with. Whoever thought this was a good idea is an idiot.

It’s Noah. He’s that idiot.

When he turns back around to find his friends, that’s when he sees that he is alone. Only he isn’t. There’s a man lingering in the entryway where the door had been. He isn’t quite visible in the shadows that he’s standing in, and Noah takes a step towards him just so he can see him more clearly. He belatedly remembers that he’s in a haunted house, and there are supposed to be people in here that scare him.

“Do I scare you?” the man asks in a slightly accented voice that makes the hair on the back of Noah’s neck stand up. “You don’t look scared, pretty boy.”

When he steps out of the shadows, Noah’s first thought is that this man is the pretty one. He doesn’t appear to be dressed like any of the typical scare actors he’s seen in haunted houses before. Leather jacket, pristine white t-shirt beneath it, long hair falling over his shoulders. Noah’s eyes seem to be focusing on little details, like the way that the light catches on this man’s eyes, how he can’t look away from him.

“Where is everyone?” he asks finally.

He thinks that maybe his friends put him up to this, or it’s part of the attraction that people get separated off like this. Maybe he even went the wrong way when he came through the door and off the hallway.

The man looks left and then right, and lifts his shoulders in a graceful shrug. “Maybe you did take a wrong turn, maybe not. Are you alone? You didn’t answer my previous question.”

“If you’re supposed to scare me, you might want to do a better job.”

It’s probably not a smart idea to taunt him, especially when Noah’s got no idea what this guy is meant to do. The house wasn’t the type where he had to sign a piece of paper before going on, but judging it by the outside, something else should be happening. It’s too quiet, too clean. Noah expected to hear background music, see people being chased around with dudes in masks or clowns with chainsaws.

He decides that it’s time for him to go and find his friends, if he can just figure out which way he’s supposed to go.

“Maybe I’m doing exactly what I was meant to, Noah.”

Noah stops, and turns around. “You know my name.”

Maybe he should be terrified. He is seemingly locked in some room with a very beautiful stranger who knows his name. This is the part of the horror movie where the main character realizes that something is very wrong, and they run. But Noah doesn’t run. He just stands there.

“And my name is Joakim. We are not strangers,” Joakim’s voice seems to be everywhere now, like an echo. In the room, in his head. “I’ve been waiting for you, for a very long time.”

His fingers are cold when he touches Noah’s cheek, but Noah feels like he’s burning from the inside out. And he remembers. He remembers everything. The man in front of him is no stranger. It’s been almost three hundred years, and he now remembers that face as well as his own. He hasn’t aged a day. Noah sees it all, it comes over him in waves, the life they once shared. His death; the memories of choking on his own blood, calling out with his very last breath for Joakim who was unable to reach him. Being cold and alone, trying and failing to keep himself alive just a little longer to see him. It nearly brings him to his knees, but there are strong hands keeping him up right.

“Jolly.” The nickname falls from Noah’s lips like a prayer. If someone had asked him an hour before, he would not have known it. Wouldn’t have remembered it. But now, it’s on the tip of his tongue as if it never left. “You found me.”

He grabs onto the collar of Jolly’s leather jacket and yanks him closer, crushing his mouth to his. It’s been a long time, and Noah feels the sharpness of one of his fangs slicing into his bottom lip. Blood runs down his chin, fills his mouth. He doesn’t care. Jolly licks it all away, devouring it as if it’s the most precious thing to him. Noah wonders if his blood tastes to him as it once did all those years ago.

“How? How did you do this?” he asks breathlessly, letting himself sink further into Jolly’s embrace.

Jolly looks almost embarrassed. “I put the idea of coming here into your friend’s head. The one with the pretty eyes? When I realized that it was you, when I knew for sure, I had to get you back—”

“Where are we, by the way? I know that we walked into some old ass townhouse that was rented out for Halloween.”

“Tonight was the only time I could do this. The veil between worlds is the thinnest, and this house is very malleable to my powers. As far as your friends are concerned, you all went through together and left together. By tomorrow morning, it will not matter.”

Noah stares at him. “You manipulated Nicholas to get to me. You manipulated time.”

He never knew Jolly as a human, he had always been evasive about how long he’d been a vampire and Noah had accepted that. There had been a brief moment before his death where he felt bitterness that the same gift hadn’t been offered to him. But it wouldn’t have worked. He’d never known Jolly as human, but Jolly had never known him as healthy. He’d been living on borrowed time when they were together all those years ago.

It’s different now.

“I will not let you go again. I know you might be attached to this life here, but you are mine, Noah. I’ll do what I need to do in order to keep you this time.” Jolly promises.

The thing is, Noah isn’t afraid. He hasn’t been afraid since he stepped foot into this place. He isn’t sure if that’s Jolly’s influence over him, over this house. He should probably be concerned that he pretty much was just told that he was going to die here.

“I’m not going to kill you,” Always in his head, Jolly smiles sharply as he answers Noah’s thoughts. His blood streaks the bottom of Jolly’s face and his fangs. “I’ll have you warm and alive with me, pretty boy. As long as you desire, until the day you wish to be like me.”

He’s always known the right things to say. Noah hates that he’d forgotten, but he knows that it had been another life, long ago, where he knew Jolly. This Noah, he doesn’t know him at all, even with every memory of the two of them together running through his mind in intimate detail. It wasn’t him, but another him.

“Can we…can we go somewhere?” he asks hesitantly.

“We aren’t limited to just this room, Noah. Anywhere you want to be, I will take you.”

It’s probably just instinct that he thinks of his home; the apartment he shares with Nicholas. In a blink, they are there in his bedroom. And this time, Jolly’s unable to keep Noah from collapsing to his knees in the middle of the floor, where he gasps for air and looks around in disbelief. He waits for the bedroom door to fly open, for someone to see him there. But nothing happens.

Jolly crouches down in front of him, brushing his hair out of his face. “Just take deep breaths, you’re alright.”

“What the fuck did you do?” The haunted house was over thirty minutes away from his apartment, but they were there in seconds. Noah’s head swims, and he squeezes his eyes shut until everything feels right again. “New rule, Jolly. No using abilities that could potentially make me vomit all over you. That isn’t very attractive.”

“Sorry, love.”

He doesn’t sound sorry at all. He reaches down and hooks his hands beneath Noah’s arms, lifting him as if he weighed nothing. It doesn’t help Noah’s current mindset. Now that they’re not inside the mansion, he’s thinking a little more clearly. And suddenly trying to wrap his mind around the fact that there is a thousand year old vampire standing in his bedroom, and three hundred years ago, another version of himself was desperately in love with him. Obsessed with him. He’d thought that Jolly would turn him before he died, but he never came. And now, here he is, never having aged at all. It dawns on Noah that he’s the same age now that he was when he died in his past life.

Jolly deposits him on the end of his bed, and Noah watches avidly as he practically strolls around his room. Inspecting things, learning what he can about him by picking things up and turning them over in his hands. He eyes a picture of Nicholas and Noah with something close to jealousy, but he places it back where he picked it up with care.

“You’re happy, in this life?” Jolly asks, not looking at him.

“I am,” Noah reaches for his hand, and he feels a hint of what he felt in the mansion dance between their connecting fingers. “But I’m also yours, I never stopped being yours.”

“That Noah died—”

“What did you think was going to happen when you sought me out in that haunted house, huh? You knew the minute you touched me that everything was going to come rushing right back. You can’t expect to give me all of those memories of you and think that I’m not changed by it all.”

In a move that is anything but human, Jolly is suddenly in front of him, inches from Noah’s face. The color drains from his eyes, turning them an inky black that Noah can’t seem to look away from. His mouth opens, just a little, just enough to show the very tips of his fangs. Jolly inhales deeply, edging his way closer until his nose brushes Noah’s cheek.

“I smell the blood beneath your skin, pretty boy. I smell everything,” the corner of his mouth tilts up a little more, and Noah sees the way his tongue glances off of one of his fangs. “Tell me again that you’re not frightened of me.”

“Never said I wasn’t scared of you. But like you said. I’m yours. So…prove it.”

“I said I wouldn’t kill you. I meant that. But you are mine and I want other things. Things I’m not sure you’re ready to give me so soon after our reunion.”

Noah stares at him impassively. Reaching up, he puts his thumb on Jolly’s bottom lip, nudging until he gets the message and opens his mouth wider. What Noah does next, he does on purpose. Because a memory stirs in his mind; himself and Jolly, bloodied sheets, Noah delirious from loss of blood. He remembers begging him for more, to finally give him what he wanted. Jolly had promised, soon. Noah remembers being pushy to get that answer. So he pushes now.

His thumb slides against one of Jolly’s fangs, and the skin parts easily on the sharp point. Noah hisses out a breath and Jolly growls, grabbing his wrist in a bruising hold, trying to get his hand away from his mouth. But the second Noah’s blood touches his tongue, he’s lost. Noah can see it. He welcomes it. Jolly’s lips wrap around his thumb, and there’s a sting as he sucks on the digit, trying to draw as much blood from the nick as possible.

Finally, he manages to push Noah away, shoving himself back as if to put distance between them. Noah’s blood stains his bottom lip and his teeth, and he all but snarls at him to get out of his clothes unless he wants them torn off. Noah complies easily, enjoying the stunned look on Jolly’s face when he takes in all of his tattoos. He knows that Jolly’s got tattoos of his own now, but there was a time where nothing marred Noah’s skin, nothing but the faint but distinct scars that were in the shape of Jolly’s teeth.

Jolly takes off his own clothes, and Noah’s got vague memories of the feel of this body; memories flow through his mind and he remembers the way his skin felt pressed to his own, the way the cold would seep in, how it felt beneath his lips and his fingers. His head spins with all of the new information that keeps coming back to him, the overflow of feelings that he suddenly has for Jolly, who is both a stranger and the most important being in his life. Whichever life that may be.

“I know you remember how it once was between the two of us,” Jolly says as he stalks back towards the bed. His head tilts, as if he’s listening to the spike in Noah’s heartbeat. “If you’re expecting to leave here in the same condition you entered—”

“This is you flirting with me? Threatening my life after three hundred years?”

Noah’s amusement fades quickly as Jolly crawls over him, pushing his body down into the plush bedding. The room around them seems to distort, and it feels as if all of the air is being pulled from his lungs. Time blurs again, and it’s almost as if the worlds are mixing and melding, because he looks to the left and sees the grand staircase of the mansion, but to the right is his computer desk. Everything grows fuzzy, and his panic rises, even as he writhes up against Jolly trying to get him closer. He’s manipulating him, he knows he is. Not his feelings, but his perception of their surroundings. For all he knows, they never actually left the haunted house. This could all be a dream.

“A dream?” Jolly reaches down between them and wraps his fingers around Noah’s cock, rubbing his thumb over the head. He gathers the wetness there and brings it up to his own mouth, licking it clean. “Should I wake you then?”

Noah protests, trying to at least pretend he’s got the upper hand by lifting himself up to kiss him. Jolly fists his hands in Noah’s hair, crushing his mouth to his, and Noah feels the cut in his lip from earlier split open. The second it happens, it’s like a switch is thrown and Jolly melts against him, kissing him desperately and licking at the wound, until Noah has to physically push him away so he can breathe. This doesn’t deter him, as he starts mouthing his way down Noah’s throat and chest, nipping him here and there. He scrapes his fangs harder against the skin over Noah’s hipbone, and blood rises to the surface quickly. His eyes are locked on Noah’s as he licks it away.

“Answer me this, love?” Jolly asks. His fingers tiptoe over Noah’s stomach, and he leans down and drags his tongue up the underside of Noah’s cock. “Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

It’s an immediate answer, and it’s probably a lust-addled agreement, but Noah doesn’t care. He just wants Jolly to do something, anything. And he does. Noah feels the sharp pressure of his fangs sinking into his upper thigh for mere seconds, before he’s pulling back and pressing down on the wound so that the blood rises quickly. Noah hisses and fists his hands in the blankets beneath him, waiting and watching as Jolly gets Noah’s blood on his hand. He can feel it running down his leg, sticky and hot, and then Jolly is taking his cock in his blood coated hand, stroking him slowly.

Noah can’t look away. He’s caught in Jolly’s gaze, watching him lick the blood from his cock before taking him in his mouth. He can feel the edge of his fang grazing him, and he lets out a harsh breath, trying not to move. Jolly may be a three hundred year old vampire but Noah knows what those fangs can do and the last thing they need is for him to accidentally gouge him. Jolly’s hand slides over the still drying blood on his thighs, fingers pressing down on the wounds. It’s a quick twinge of pain combined with the feeling of his mouth moving, and Noah wants more.

“You want more, Noah? You have to say it. Tell me what you want and it’s yours.”

 He hasn’t stopped sucking Noah’s cock. The voice is in his head, bouncing off the walls of the room, it’s everywhere. Just like in the mansion. Noah stares into Jolly’s blacked out eyes, unable to determine what he’s really done to him, and not really caring either way. He doesn’t want the pleasure to end, but he needs more.

“Please, Jolly, please. I need you inside of me right now or I’m gonna die, I swear to God—”

Jolly pulls off him, rising up so that they’re eye to eye with each other. His eyes have darkened as if it were possible. He brings his fingers up to Noah’s mouth, the ones still tacky with Noah’s blood. “Do not swear to your God. You swear to me.”

He opens his mouth to do just that, but before he can speak, Jolly is rubbing his fingers over Noah’s tongue, making him clean the blood off of them. The metallic taste makes his mouth water in a way that isn’t entirely pleasant, but he closes his lips around those fingers, licking them clean and coating them in saliva. It isn’t lost on him that another version of himself probably knew the taste of his own blood, even before he was so close to death.

After a few minutes, Jolly pulls them away, leaning back. Noah’s head spins yet again when he grabs him by his hips and flips him over onto his stomach. He manages to just barely catch himself on his hands, and his eyes flutter closed as he feels the sharp drag of Jolly’s fangs against his throat.

“I’d hate to ruin all of this beautiful work,” he murmurs, leaning up further to kiss Noah’s cheek as he reaches down to slowly push his fingers inside of him. Noah hisses and tries to arch away and Jolly soothes a hand up his back. “Easy, pretty boy. I know, this body doesn’t remember how I made you mine.”  

He’s right. Noah’s never done this before, but he forces himself to relax, lowering his chest down against the mattress. Jolly’s free hand pets his hair, whispering words of comfort through his mind. Those words conjure memories of their many nights together, and Noah feels a tear sliding down his face. He’s overwhelmed, but not in a way he doesn’t want to be. It feels like an eternity passes before he starts impatiently begging again.

“I promised you, Noah, didn’t I?” Jolly asks out loud.

Noah nods rapidly and digs his fingers into his own hair. The feeling of Jolly thumbing his cock into him is like nothing he has ever experienced before. The memories don’t do it justice, a steady insistent pressure that makes his eyes roll back in his head. He’s babbling again, out loud, and Jolly makes a delighted noise and rocks into him slowly. He lets him adjust, gives him a few minutes to get used to the feel of him inside. Noah manages another rapid nod, and then he feels a bruising grip on his hips before Jolly pulls out and shoves back in.

He knows he’s not being as rough with him as he could be. He always held back, not treating Noah as if he were fragile, but as if he were human. Even when Noah begs now for him to go harder, he doesn’t. He keeps a deep steady pace, and Noah really hopes that whatever sort of powers Jolly has have soundproofed his room. No one’s come busting in yet to see if he’s dying from the sounds he’s making. The next thing he knows, Jolly’s pulling out of him.

“Why’d you stop?” Noah asks with a whine, only to be roughly yanked over onto his back.

“Because I want to see your face when you come. When I come inside of you. When I—”

“Bite me,” Noah finishes. “I want you to feed from me. I need you to.”

He sounds strung out and desperate to his own ears, and he doesn’t care how much of it is Jolly’s influence over him. A yelp crawls out of his throat when Jolly thrusts back into him, dragging him down onto his cock. Noah starts to reach for his own dock, but Jolly lets out a warning snarl above him and grabs onto his wrists, holding them down to the bed.

“Do you want to know a secret, love?” he leans close. His inhuman eyes burn into Noah’s. “Or rather, do you want another memory that is vital to this moment?”

“What—”

He doesn’t get a chance to finish asking before the vision flashes before his eyes; Jolly’s fangs piercing the skin of his neck in one moment and Noah’s orgasm being practically instantaneous in the next. He shakes his head to clear the memory from his mind, before he pushes himself up as much as he can to catch Jolly’s lips with his own. His tongue slides against one of his fangs, not to cut himself but to entice the vampire on top of him.

“Please.” 

He presses himself back into the mattress and turns his head to the side. Jolly leans in, brushing his lips over ink on his throat, mouthing his way to his shoulder instead. Noah can’t protest, he doesn’t care where he bites him, as long as he does it. And when Jolly’s fangs sink in, it’s like two points of heat piercing his skin. Blood overruns Jolly’s mouth down over his chest and onto the sheets and Noah comes all over himself. Jolly comes inside of him at the same moment, and Noah screams. 

Jolly lets go of his wrists, only to wrap himself around Noah and continue to drink from him deeply. There’s a moment of blinding panic that this is it, this is the moment he dies. He can feel it, and the fact that he already knows what it feels like to die terrifies him. He pushes feebly at him, calls his name until his voice finally makes it through and Jolly removes his fangs. The feeling is just as painful.

Noah blinks up at him, watching the way his blood drips off of Jolly’s chin down onto his chest. “Do I need to get a sharp object?”

“You couldn’t move fast enough to do so, Noah. Not like this.”

They stare at each other for a long moment, before Jolly finally moves off of him. Noah brings his hand to the wound on his shoulder and tries to sit up, but he’s shoved back down easily.

“No. This is my mess to clean up. Stay there and let me tend to you.” Jolly demands.

He doesn’t have any choice but to listen, and he closes his eyes, only for a minute.

When he wakes hours later, it’s daylight out and he’s alone in his bedroom. He can hear movement out in the apartment and he manages to pull himself up out of his bed. When he turns back and looks, he expects to see bloody sheets. But they’re the same normal gray they were before. Turning, he rushes to the mirror above his dresser, looking for any wounds left behind. But there’s nothing. His shoulder is fine, there isn’t a drop of blood on him. He grabs a pair of shorts and yanks them on, stumbling out into the living room.

“There you are,” Nicholas says from the sofa. “I thought you died in there. What happened to you last night?”

Noah feels like he’s going to throw up. Was it all some kind of dream? “What do you mean?”

“I mean I saw some guy sneaking out of the apartment just before dawn. I could have sworn we left at the same time, so when did you find the time to bring someone home? Very hot by the way, ten out of ten.”

“You saw him?”

“Uh yeah?” Nicholas’ expression turns confused. “He said he would see you tonight, he didn’t wanna wake you up.”

Immediately, Noah feels relief. He nods like his reaction was normal, and then goes in search of coffee. He doesn’t know what Jolly did to him to make it seem like nothing had happened, but he was going to have to ask. He couldn’t wait for night to fall.

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kinktober 2024 [masterpost]

>>>under construction <<<

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⋙ friends in sin - miw kinktober

𖦹 hum static (twist it, grasp it) - ryan/justin/ricky, multiple penetration 𖦹 late night devil, put your hands on me - vinny/oc, vinny/chris, tasks & assignments 𖦹 up under my skin - justin/noah, mutual masturbation 𖦹 empty gold - girl!ricky/chris, boots 𖦹 drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart - werewolf!ryan/vinny - monsterfucking

⋙ kinktober in the concrete jungle - bad omens

𖦹 in smoldering embers - girl!nicholas/girl!folio, sensory deprivation 𖦹 under the knife - jolly/ryan, edgeplay 𖦹 get me low (like a basement) - nicholas/cam, orgasm denial 𖦹 sink into me - girl!noah/f!reader - bondage 𖦹 i will wrap you in cold - vampire!jolly/noah, haunted house

[sitkowski]

GIMME GIMME *grabby hands* WORDS FOR

this is the skin of a killer, noah…or something

🧛🏻🧛🏻🧛🏻 a lil taste of 'i will wrap you in cold' (jolly/noah, haunted house) this gave me the excuse to actually start this one

There’s something off about this haunted house the minute he steps inside of it. First, it’s too…nice. It looks like something out of the 1800’s, or that one Backstreet Boys music video. His footsteps echo as he moves through the large foyer, too caught up in the scenery before him to realize that he’s been separated from the group he came in with. Whoever thought this was a good idea is an idiot.

It’s Noah. He’s that idiot.

When he turns back around to find his friends, that’s when he sees that he is alone. Only he isn’t. There’s a man lingering in the entryway where the door had been.

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all this and heaven too ( noah sebastian x jolly karlsson )

pairing: noah sebastian x jolly karlsson cw: mentions of vomiting. other than that, it's just fluff. word count: 920 author's note: woke up on the wrong side of the bed on a Monday with a headache, so this is what happened, enjoy! title comes from florence + the machine. divider by @saradika-graphics ✨

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Noah pukes the second he’s off stage. Well, not the very second because he has to get past everyone to get to the nearest place he can get sick, and people won’t get out of his way. By the time he makes it into a bathroom, he feels like he’s going to pass out. His knees hit the tiles by the toilet, and he loses it.

It’s not until after that he realizes someone is there, holding his hair out of the way and rubbing a hand up and down his back. He thinks it’s Nick at first, because this would be a Nick thing to do, but when a water bottle is passed in front of his face, he sees the different finger tattoos through the tears blurring his eyes.

“You good?” Jolly asks softly, still keeping his hair back.

Noah nods, grimaces and spits before blindly reaching up to flush the toilet. He somehow manages to crack open the bottle, swish some of the water, and spit again. Temples throbbing, he squeezes his eyes shut. Hot tears run down his face and he coughs a little, trying not to dry heave.

“Alright, up you go. C’mon big guy,” Jolly hooks his hands beneath Noah’s arms, lifting him onto his feet and helping him out of the stall.

The lights aren’t as bright as Noah thought they’d be out here, and then he realizes that Jolly must have turned them off when he came in, nothing but the light from the hall where he’s propped open the bathroom door coming in. Slumping against the sink, Noah rinses his mouth again, spitting into the basin. He hears the rattle of a bottle, and then Jolly is pressing two pills into his palm.

“Take those. One at a time, so they don’t come back.”

Noah does as he’s told, managing to keep them down. When he doesn’t feel like he’s just going to curl up in the middle of the floor and die, he manages to open his eyes a little wider. Jolly’s leaning against the sink beside him, concern etched on his face. He holds up a tin of mints.

“You came prepared,” Noah mutters, not unkindly. He takes the tin and pops one in his mouth.

“Nick told me what to do.”

Noah can’t even be mad about it. Sometimes he just comes off stage and it feels like someone’s trying to pry his brain out of his head with a crowbar and run it through a blender. It’s just how it is. Usually, Nick is the one who finds him after.

Jolly reaches out, brushes the tears off Noah’s cheeks that he forgot were even there. His fingers are cool on his skin, and it feels amazing honestly. “I’ve been given strict instructions to take you back to the van while everyone breaks shit down.”

“No, I can help—”

“Sure, you go right ahead and tell Matt that. I would love to see it.”

So he doesn’t argue. He lets Jolly lead him outside, where it’s thirty degrees cooler and a hundred percent quieter. It’s tempting to just stretch out on one of the van seats and close his eyes, but he’ll sleep on the drive. Instead he opens the back and sits, drinks his water under Jolly’s watchful eye and waits for the painkillers to kick in.

“Here,” Jolly steps between Noah’s knees, and he raises his eyebrows. “Just—let me?”

He puts his thumbs on Noah’s cheeks, and presses his fingertips to his temples, rubbing gently. It feels good, and Noah lets out a soft sigh. Maybe he’s tricking himself into thinking it’s working, maybe it’s just the person doing it. It’s enough for him to close his eyes and relax into it, until Jolly stops and Noah’s got to look up at him.

“Better?” he asks.

Noah nods. “Yeah.”

Jolly kisses him, light and soft, and Noah feels like his head is going to explode for an entirely different reason. It’s over as quickly as it began, and he tries not to pull him back in, keep him there and kiss him back.

“That’s not fair,” Noah whispers. “You picked the worst time in the world to do that.”

Jolly laughs a little, tucking Noah’s hair behind his ears. “Tell you what, when you feel one hundred percent better, you come find me and I’ll do it again.”

Four days later, they’re minutes away from going out on stage when Noah gets his chance. He corners Jolly in the back hallway of some cramped club, and Jolly gives him a knowing look before he leans in to kiss him, his guitar trapped between them. He cups his hand on Noah’s cheek, presses his forehead into his. Noah wants more, he knows he does, but he settles for a few lingering kisses before the show, fighting to keep the smile off of his face while doing so. Their friends and bandmates heckle them the whole time, but Jolly just flips them off and keeps Noah close.

After the show and the set breakdown, Noah curls up in the back of the van with Jolly, letting Folio take the first shift driving. He falls asleep with Jolly’s fingers carding through his hair, listening to the hum of the radio and the feel of Jolly’s heart beneath his ear as the adrenaline from the show still wears off. They’ll talk more about whatever this is going to be once they’re home, but for now, Noah’s got all he needs.

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volition ( noah sebastian x jolly karlsson )

pairing: jolly karlsson x noah sebastian (background nicholas x noah!) cw: 18+ MDNI ⚠️ semi public sex, hand jobs, hair pulling, come eating, chastity devices (cock cage), partner sharing, mentions of safewords. i promise someone will be nice to him at some point maybe. word count: 700 author's note: uh oh, noah's not getting out of that bathroom quite yet. this has become a mini series… divider by @saradika-graphics

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Jolly nearly bumps into Folio as he’s entering the hallway, and the drummer winks at him before disappearing out into the bar. Nicholas is leaning against the wall near the bathroom door, guarding it. He gestures with a thumb. “You can go in.”

Jolly’s not sure where he and Noah came up with this insane idea, or how Nicholas got everyone including himself to go along with it. He’s not complaining, he’s just wondering what sort of magic powers he has to make this seem normal. Still, Jolly pushes the bathroom door open and does what he was told earlier. He puts the trash can in front of it in some semblance of privacy. Even though Nicholas will be out there the whole time.

Noah’s sitting on the edge of the sink, tearing a paper towel into tiny little pieces. “Hi.”

“You good?” Jolly asks, wanting to be sure before this goes any further. “You sound like—”

“I’ve got a safeword if I need it, I’m good,” Noah promises, even though his voice sounds like shit and he looks as if he’s been crying. He spreads his legs, leaning back on his hands on the counter. “C’mere.”

So Jolly stops being nice. He crowds into Noah’s space, putting his hands on his thighs. The way Noah’s sitting, he can see the outline of the cock cage through his pants, and he puts a hand over it. Keeping his eyes on Noah’s, he presses down, just a little. Just to hear Noah gasp and make him a little more uncomfortable than he already is.

Noah’s hair is already mussed and tangled from Folio’s hands, and Jolly fists a handful and pulls Noah’s mouth to his, taking his swollen bottom lip between his teeth. It seems to push Noah into action; he reaches between them and yanks at Jolly’s belt. He’s still riding the high from the last show of the tour, and he’s already half hard when Noah slides a hand into his boxers. He lets go of him long enough to shove his pants and underwear down around his thighs, and then he grabs onto Noah’s wrist, pulling his hand up to his mouth and spitting in his palm, once then again.

“What are you waiting for?” Jolly asks, putting a little bit of edge in his voice when Noah just stares at him, mouth open and eyes wide. “You don’t have all night.”

Noah nods and lets Jolly guide his hand down to his cock. He wraps his fingers around him and Noah takes over, stroking him firmly and thumbing at the tip. He starts to look down and watch what he’s doing, but Jolly uses the hold he still has on Noah’s hair to yank his head up.

“Eyes on me, Noah. I’m pretty sure you can do this without looking, right?”

Jolly sees the determination in his eyes, accepting the challenge. He tries not to let Noah see how much this is affecting him already, and wants him to sweat a little bit. Noah whines like he’s the one being touched and Jolly can’t help but kiss him, swallowing the sounds he makes. He rocks his hips into Noah’s grasp, pulls back enough to see that his eyes are still firmly locked on his face, just like he told him.

He presses down on the cage again, and Noah’s strokes turn frantic and desperate, even as he chokes on a sobbing protest. Maybe it isn’t fair because he can’t get hard, but all Jolly cares about right now is how hard he is, how close he feels.

“Please,” Noah rasps, pressing his forehead to Jolly’s, and he sounds like he’s going to cry again. “Come for me, Jolls, c’mon, give it to me.”

Jolly gives Noah’s hair another vicious yank when he comes, spilling into Noah’s hand. He keeps right on dragging his fingers over him, until it gets to be too much as Jolly has to step back. Noah watches as he cleans himself up, and Jolly grabs his wrist before he can wash his hands.

“Nope, clean that up yourself. Then we gotta meet everyone outside.”

Not breaking eye contact, Noah licks his fingers clean.

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