#karlsson on the other hand

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Your geno in the deck of cards is so good. You're so talented!!!

AAA thank you!!! I appreciate it!! I love making playing card designs, they're a super fun challenge. I think Geno is also my favorite of the four - his face is just so distinct and it turned out really well

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But it would've been fun. If you would've been the one - jolly karlsson (part. 2)

It's finally out!!!! This is the part 2 to this Jolly imagine that I wrote.

Warnings: angst, a wedding, reader smokes a blunt, Jolly is insecure, a long dialogue and a happy ending after all <3 I also know nothing about weddings or if Bryan has a partner or not LOL

WC: 5k

Requests are closed for now.

The invitation came in the mail a few weeks after the fallout.

Bryan & Cecilia

Request the pleasure of your company at the ceremony of their wedding.

You stared at the beautiful invitation in your hands like you've been doing in the past couple of days since Bryan dropped it off himself at your house, wondering what you were supposed to do now. That day, you had a conversation with him that you haven't been able to get out of your head.

"I know things have been rocky with Jolly. I don't know why because he refuses to tell us. But I just wanted to let you know that everyone misses you, and I'd really like for you to be at my wedding", Bryan told you. So Jolly refused to tell them what happened?

Before you could think about it, the people pleaser inside of you answered before your brain could catch up with the words coming out of your mouth.

"I wouldn't miss it for the world, Bryan. Don't worry, I'll be there", you gave him a reassuring smile and he hugged you before leaving, telling you he was rushing to the fitting of his suit.

Realistically, you knew you'd have to attend the wedding regardless. Your friends meant a lot to you and you wouldn't miss this moment because of your fight with Jolly.

But you wish you had given yourself a little more time to think it over.

You told yourself you could avoid him, that you didn't have to speak to him. But how could you when your people were the same as his people? Would Bryan's fiancée sit you at the same table as them at the party? What would you do then?

Before you could spiral any longer, your phone vibrated beside you on the couch, signaling a new text message. You smiled when you saw it was from Folio.

Drummer Boy: You coming to Bryan's wedding, right?

You started typing your response when another text came through.

Drummer Boy: Jolly's been asking since Bryan started handing out the invitations.

Your smile faded immediately.

You: I'm going, but you can tell him I'm not.

You know it was petty, but you couldn't stand his audacity. Asking about you to his friends like he gave two shits about you being there or not. He probably wanted to know so he could bring his other girl peacefully.

Drummer Boy: I think we need to talk about whatever happened.

You: Do we really?

Drummer Boy: Yes, I want to know why the hell it's been weeks since you came over.

And why you make up an excuse everytime I invite you over.

And that's how you found yourself sitting in a café, trying to explain to Folio your situation with Jolly.

"So, you two have been fucking this whole time?", he asks. You gotta give it to him, he always liked to be plain and simple.

"Yep"

"And you got angry because you caught feeling and he didn't?"

You gave him a pointed look, as if to tell him to watch his words.

"It was not only that. I understand that he never promised me anything. It's just that it all became so cheap overtime", you took a sip from your steaming mug that was warming your hands. "Why did Bryan choose such a cold time of the year to get married? What am I supposed to wear? A fucking puffer jacket?", you observed, getting a little sidetracked.

"I don't know, I'll wear a suit", he shrugged his shoulders. "Don't try to get off-topic"

"Yeah, I mean, we never talked about anything else anymore. He only texted or called when he wanted sex. He stopped sticking around after we did it. He just put his clothed back on and then left"

"That's shitty", he pointed out and you gave him a "no shit, Sherlock" look. "Why do you think he started doing it?"

"Because it was simply transactional to him? Fuck some girl to get your frustrations out and then leave. That way you don't have to pretend like you care"

"I don't think that was it at all", it was his turn to take a sip and you waited for him to keep going. "I think he caught feelings just as bad as you did, but didn't know how to deal with it. So he just ignored it"

"Great. And then I have to feel like a fucking prostitute because a grown ass man can't deal with his feelings?", your voice got a little louder and he waved his hand to tell you to tone it down a bit.

"I'm not saying he's right"

"Because he isn't. If he cared at all he wouldn't show up with some other girl just couple of days after he was in my bed"

"That's why you left the party that day?"

"Yeah. I'm sorry, by the way. I know it was your day", you gave him an apologetic look, remembering how you left without even saying goodbye.

"You don't have to apologize. But I do miss having you around the house", he smiled at you, and you had to admit that you also missed being there. But the need to never see Jolly again overpowered anything else.

"I really can't deal with being in the same room as him, Nick", you told him and he could see you were being sincere.

"I just sucks you know, having my two best friends fighting", you didn't miss the way he said "fighting" as if it was a temporary thing. You didn't want to let him down even more with the fact that you don't pretend to make amends with Jolly anytime soon.

"What are you gonna do at the wedding?", he asked and you sighed.

"I really don't know. I'll probably not stick around for the party and just leave after the ceremony"

"You can't do that! We haven't partied together in so long", he had a crestfallen look on his face, and that damned puppy gdog eyes he always gave you when he wanted something from you. "I promised I'll tell him to stay away from you"

"I don't know, Nick. He's not really good at following directions"

"I'll make sure he does this time. What do you say? We'll have so much fun you won't even notice he's there", you pondered on the idea for a second.

"I'll think about it, ok?", he agreed, but with the look on your face, he knew you had agreed already.

You didn't have much time to dwell on things for the next few weeks. Work has been hectic and you've been trying to get your life somewhat together for the end of the year.

Slowly, the pain in your heart and the disappointment started to fade away, and as you put on your heels to get in your Uber and go to the wedding venue, you thought you'd be fine seeing Jolly again, weeks after your fallout.

As you sat in the car, Folio had already texted you, saying he was sitting in the second row, and that he was a saving a spot for you next to him.

Taking a deep breath, you checked your makeup on the screen of your phone, and you smoothed out your dress over your thighs. The dress code was black tie, so you chose a simple, black dress, with a slit on the side, along with black stilettos. You actually gave Folio some sandals that he kept in his motorcycle for you to wear at the party.

Arriving at the venue, you gave your name and made your way inside. When you looked at the altar, your steps faltered a bit and you hoped no one noticed as people moved around you to settle on their seats.

Up there, you saw Bryan dressed in a black suit, along with Noah, Nicholas and Jolly on his side. Nothing could've prepared you for the way he looked.

His hair was pushed back and tied into a bun, and he was dressed in all black like the other guys, and you could only see the tattoos on his knuckles.

As if sensing your presence, he locked his eyes with yours and you saw just a sliver of surprise in them. His stare, and the way his eyes subtly ran up and down your body, set you back into motion.

You kept walking and when you got close enough to the altar, you waved at Bryan, Noah nd Nicholas, giving them a smile and tried to look as excited as you could. You could still feel Jolly's eyes on you, even when you turned to the side and slipped into the seat next to Folio, giving him a hug in greeting.

Looking around the place as it was filling up with people, you tried to spot the girl Jolly arrived at the party with all those days ago, but you found no trace of her. He was here alone. You told yourself this is the last time tonight you would let him and this situation consume your thoughts.

"You look banging", Folio told you, giving you a teasing shove with his elbow.

"You clean yourself up nice. Didn't know you could slick back your hair this much", you teased back.

"I think I used a whole bottle of gel. But it's staying intact the whole night, baby", he patted the top of his head to show you just how stiff it was. You laughed at his antics as you slipped into casual conversation with him.

From the altar, Jolly couldn't take his eyes off of you for even a second. The way you effortlessly looked like the most beautiful girl in the room, and he was sure that not even the bride could steal that spot from you.

He desperately wanted to be in Folio's place right now. Making conversation with you and having you smile at him like that.

Over the course of the weeks, he was sure he was never gonna be able to have that again. And he spent the time torturing himself over how much of a fool he was to let you slide through his fingers like that.

How much of an idiot he was to break your heart like that.

"Can I tell you something?", Noah said, leaning a little closer to him, and looking in the same direction as Jolly. He hummed, telling his friend to go on. "Her legs look so damn good in that dress", Noah said, while whistling lowly next to his friend. Nicholas gave him a warning glance, but understood what Noah was trying to do.

Jolly knew he was just messing with his head, but he couldn't help but clench his fists anyway. When he didn't answer, Noah decided to press his friend's button a little harder.

"You think she'd give me a chance if I shoot my shot tonight?", Noah observed as Jolly's eyes got even darker, and he slowly turned around to face him.

"I heard she doesn't give losers her time of day", Jolly said, rolling his eyes when he saw the teasing look on Noah's face.

"I heard she gave you a chance", Jolly slapped his friend in the chest and Noah smiled even wider. "Besides, Folio told me she's single as a pringle"

"She's not gonna be by the end of the night", Jolly said, turning around and finishing the conversation, but he heard Noah let out a little "uuhhh" sound beside him.

It wasn't long before everyone was seated and the ceremony was about to being.

You wanted to say your head and heart were in it, but you could sense Jolly's eyes on you the whole time. You refrained from looking at him, because you knew that if you did, and he was looking at you like he used to all those months ago before things went cold between the two of you, you'd definetely break. And you pretended to leave this place whole tonight.

Cecilia looked like the most stunning bride you've ever seen. Their vows were beautiful and you could see the love in their eyes, and you could feel the love consuming the whole place.

You teared up a little, but before anyone could see, you grabbed Folio's handkerchief from his pocket to dab at your eyes.

"I spent thirty minutes folding that", he whispered to you and you only told him to pay attention to the ceremony instead of complaining.

When the groom kissed the bride, everyone cheered as Bryan and Cecilia made their way down the aisle, hand in hand and with big smiles on their faces.

The party was going to take place at the same venue, but in a different space, and as people started to fizzle out, you stood up to do the same.

"I saw you shedding some tears from up there", you heard a voice and three people approaching, and soon, Noah, Nicholas and Jolly were beside you and Nick.

"I don't know what you're talking about", you answered, eyes not wavering from the tall man, as he smiled at your deflection.

"We missed you, Y/N", Nicholas said and opened his arms for a hug, which you gladly accepted.

"Me too", you admitted, cheek smushed against his suit jacket.

"I don't know about y'all, but I'm very excited to start drinking", Folio changed the topic of conversation, sensing your discomfort a little, and wanting to keep his promise and have Jolly stay as far away from you as possible.

"Gotta grab my sandals from your bike first", you pointed out, extanding your hand for him to give you his key, and you left the boys to make your way out of the venue and towards the parking lot.

Grabbing your sandals, you leaned against the motorcycle to take off your heels, and you stored them away in the top box. You were about to close it, when your eyes caught sight of something interesting. Reaching for it, you could see it was a blunt neatly rolled up.

Of course Folio would bring a blunt to a wedding.

Smiling in mischief, you grabbed it and put it inside your purse for later. It would be a joy to see the look on Nick's face when you showed him that you stole HIS blunt.

Finally closing the top box, you turned around to make your way to the where the party was being held, when you saw him in the distance. He was standing at the end of the stone pathway as if he was waiting for you.

The was no other path around him and the place was filled with cars, so your only option was to walk past him. Keeping your head down, you quickened your pace when you started to approach him.

"Hey", his soft voice stopped you in your tracks. You desperately wanted to keep moving and just ignore him, but it was like your brain was wired to pay attention to him. "Could we talk?", he asked as if he was approaching a skittish animal.

This time, you did turn to face him.

"Listen, I'm here for Bryan and Cecilia, and that's it. And no, we can't talk. It would be appreciated if you kept your distance, actually", you kept your face stoic and your eyes could freeze hell over from how icy they were.

"I just want five minutes, that's it", his soft spoken tone didn't waver, and if you stopped to observe his face for a few seconds, you would see the pining and and desperation in his eyes. But your resentment clouded your vision.

"You had all the time in the world already"

With this, you turned around and left.

You eyes looked for Nick, and when you spotted him, sitting at his table, you made your way over.

"Doing a hell of a good jog at keeping Jolly away from me, huh?", you confronted him, sitting in the chair beside him.

"I'm sorry! We were talking and next thing I knew, he was gone", he shrugged his shoulders, looking a little guilty about his little slip.

"Whatever. I'll stay for an hour max and then I'll leave", you grabbed the flute of champagne in front of him and took a sip. He opened his mouth to tell you to get your own drink, when you looked at him sideways and he deciced it was best to shut his mouth.

Soon, the dancefloor was full of with people and the music filled the room. Folio was successful in dragging you for a dance a time or two, but you mostly stayed seated, sipping champagne and then switching to water.

From time to time, you could see Jolly sitting at the bar, chatting with some people you didn't know. They were probably Bryan's friends. But you were just glad he listened to you and kept his distance.

One hour turned into two, and when you looked outside, the sky was already dark, the moon shining in the distance. And you remembered the rolled up blunt you took from Nick's motorcycle.

You'd share with him if he wasn't having so much fun dancing ridiculously to some 2000's song with the boys on the dancefloor. So, alone, you open a sliding glass door that led to a spacious balcony overlooking the whole area.

The wedding was not at a remote location, but it was far away enough from the city to be surrounded by tall trees. You opened your purse and took out the still neatly rolled up blunt, balancing your purse on the wooden rail and leaning both of your elbows on it as you lit up the joint.

Taking the first drag, you feel the smoke consuming your lungs, and you hope this one can make you forget things for a minute or two.

From the dancefloor, Folio saw you slip outside, and abandoned the boys in order to approach Jolly, who was still sitting at the bar, this time alone, hands fiddling with the empty whiskey glass on the counter.

"Hey, man", Folio said, sitting in the stool next to him.

"What's up?", Jolly replied, but there was not much excitement in his voice.

"Listen, I just saw Y/N going outside. You should go there and talk to her", Nick said, nudging Jolly in the ribs. He just sighed and shook his head.

"I don't think she wants to talk to me"

"You gotta try though. You gotta tell her everthing you told me", Nick reasoned and Jolly could tell he wasn't gonna let this go that easily.

"I already tried, ok? I didn't even have the chance to approach her properly, but she already told me to stay the fuck away from her", Jolly's voice was agitated now, remembering your previous interaction. "I gotta listen to her if that's what she wants"

"You do whatever you want to do, but I gotta tell you something", Nick got up and leaned a little closer, to make sure his words were loud and clear. "If you don't try to make things right tonight, you might never get another chance. And in a few years, she's gonna be the one getting married. To another guy", Jolly let his friend's word sink in. He knew Nick was telling the truth, and the thought of you being with someone else terrified him. "You're just gonna be watching from the sidelines, because you were too much of a pussy to go after her"

Jolly couldn't look at Nick, but right after he was done, he left Jolly's side to go back to the dancefloor.

Jolly looked outside, but wasn't able to spot you due to everyone mingling about, as he pondered over his friend's words. He knew that Nick was right. He already went weeks without seeing you, and he was already struggling with the fact that he couldn't talk to you, couldn't see you, touch you. He couldn't fathom spending the rest of his life with anyone else but you.

He decided that you couldn't hate him anymore than you already do, so, abandoning his empty cup on the counter, he got up and made his way outside. His mind running a million miles a minute, trying to gather everything he wanted to tell you before you had the chance to tell him to go to hell.

Sliding the door open, he saw you leaning against the balcony railing, puffs of smoke coming out of your mouth, and he smiled at this. You were probably smoking the weed Folio provided you.

"I told you to leave me alone", you said, keeping your voice even. He couldn't help but noticed how you didn't even need to turn around to know it was him who just entered through the doors. At least you were still attuned to him in some sense.

"I'm gonna talk to you", he said and you were taken aback by his affirmation. Turning to around to finally face him, you saw that his face was serious, and he had his arms crossed over his chest.

"Excuse me?", you asked, tilting your head to the side.

"You heard me, I'm gonna talk to you wether you want to listen or not"

You scoffed, putting out the joint and placing it back inside your purse. It would be stinking of weed later, but you couldn't care less at this point.

Closing the distance between the two of you, you stopped just a few steps in front of him.

"You're out of your mind if you think I'm going to listen to whatever it is that you have to say"

You walked past him and towards to sliding glass door with the intention of leaving this party for good now.

"I'm out of my mind in love with you, that's what I am!", he exclaimed, you stopped in your tracks, breath hitching and heart hammering in your ribcage from what you just heard.

You looked at him, but he was already looking at you. You saw the determination in his eyes, and you bet yours were wild in sheer surprise.

"What did you just say?", your voice lost all it's edge, as you almost whispered your question.

"You heard me"

"You don't know what you're talking about"

He couldn't possibly be telling you he loves you right now, intead of all the times you gave him the chance and all he gave you were crumbles of affection. Sometimes not even that.

"I know damn well what I'm talking about. In fact, I've been in love with you since the moment Folio introduced you to the band"

"Jolly, that was years ago", your head was spinning right now, trying to make sense of the situation.

"I know, and I should've told you sooner instead of doing whatever it is that I was doing", you could tell he was letting his guard down, so you decided to do the same for the sake of this conversation.

"And why are you telling me this right now?"

"Because I was an idiot with you, and I need you to know that I never wanted to hurt you. I never meant to make you feel used, or make you feel like you were just someone I called for a quick fuck", he took one step closer, and you let him.

"Then why did you? I felt like you were miles away from me even when we were touching skin to skin. It felt like you were somewhere else all the time. And all those times you just left me there?", your brows were furrowed in confusion and your eyes were starting to fill with tears, as you remembered how you felt after each time he left you alone in bed.

"That night, do you remember when you told me I knew you were emotionally attached to you?", he asked and you nodded your head yes. "That's true, I knew. And I thought that distancing myself from you would make you feel less for me"

"Why would you want that?"

"Because you don't deserve someone like me. And I think this conversation we're having right now just proves that"

"You don't get to tell me what I do and what I don't deserve", your face twisted in anger at what he just told you.

"I know I don't, buy you can't possibly think I would be a good boyfriend to you. I'm gone all the time, for months on end, and I would never ask you to leave your things behind to go on tour with me. Why would you date someone who's gonna leave you for 3 or 4 months at a time?", he tried to get his point across, because in his head, it made complete sense.

"It would all be worth it because I would be yours and you would be mine, and I wouldn't be left wondering if you care about me or not. Besides, you should've just told me that's how you felt instead of stringing me along like you did", you raised your voice, pointing at him while you spoke, and when you finished, silence fell over the both of you.

Jolly felt like he was losing this battle and losing you along with it.

"I'm sorry. About everything. I know you don't want to see my face, but please, don't stop interacting with the boys. They absolutely adore you, and it makes me feel shitty that you can't be around them because of me", he looked at you with sincerity in his eyes and you could see he felt guilty about everything.

"Why did you still call me? If you wanted to push me away, why did you still call me?"

You still had questions, and you wanted answers to them.

"Because I can't be away from you. I know I sound like a selfish asshole, but I literally couldn't be away from you. It was better having some of you, rather than none of you"

You shook your head. What a stupid boy, probably the stupidest boy you've ever met.

"You had me. You had all of me. And you should've just told me"

"I know. I'm sorry"

You could see his eyes gleaming with unshed tears. Your own were the same.

"Damn it, Jolly. You should've just fucking told me"

"I know I'm too late. But I'm really hoping you can find it in your heart to maybe consider me as a friend"

You pondered over his words for a second. You could, you could tell him you would try to be civil, so you don't have to stay away from your friends. But the truth is, you know you could never have him as friend.

"I can't"

Jolly felt ice in his veins as soon as the words left your lips. He was too late, he was too much of an idiot and now he was paying the price. He should've never taken Nick's advide and come talk to you.

"I can't have you as a friend thinking that I could've had you as so much more. I can't have you as a friend, because one day, when you get a girlfriend, I'm gonna be thinking that it should've been me instead of her"

You let the tears fall freely now. He stepped closer to you, closing the distance and facing you. He hesitated for a second, before he gently rested both hands on your face, lightly wiping away the tears falling down your cheeks, as if you were a wounded animal.

"I don't want to have anyone else but you. I don't imagine living my life with anyone else but you", he whispered the words between you.

You put your hands over his, caressing it and reveling in the feeling of his skin on yours after what felt like an eternity.

"Me neither", you confessed, tired of pretending you're not longing for him as much as he is longing for you.

"Then let me try again? I swear I'll do things right this time if you let me", he rested his forehead on yours and you both closed your eyes.

"Do you really love me?", you asked in a whisper, as if afraid of the answer.

"I've never loved anyone as much as I love you, my angel"

You weren't looking in his eyes, but you felt in your bones the emotion and sincerity in his voice. You could also feel the love pouring out of him with every word he spoke.

"Then let's try again", you opened your eyes to see his reaction, and his were already looking back at you.

A smile graced his lips, and you couldn't help but smile back.

"Really?", he asked, a little in disbelief.

"Turns out I also can't be away from you", you shrugged your shoulders and you saw the light returning to his eyes.

"Can I hug you? I really wanna hug you. And I also really wanna kiss you right now".

You didn't answer him, instead, you placed one hand on the back of his neck, and closed the already small distance between you two, your lips finding his in what started as a chaste kiss, but deepened when he started to move his mouth against yours.

You could feel fireworks erupting in your belly. You thought you'd never get to have him like this again, so you savored the taste of him on your lips, the feeling of his skin under your hands, and the heat radiating from his body onto yours. You were sure he was gonna set you on fire.

Once you parted, his hands went from your face to your hips, not letting you stray away from him. And you took advantage of the situation to run the palm of your hand over his hair, that was still tied, but a few wisps stuck out here and there, and you smoothed them down with your hands.

"I'm gonna take you on a date this time. I'll do everything right.", he promised you, and you felt yourself excited for what's to come for the two of you.

"We'll do everything right"

[darksigns-exe]

gentle impulsion - jolly karlsson x f!reader

word count: 597

warnings: swearing, fingering (f receiving)

note: for @blackveilomens <3

You and Jolly have been dancing around each other since you’d joined up with the band to help Bryan with social media content. There has been a lot of less than subtle flirting and by the end of your third week on tour with them, you’re starting to get restless. Sure, this could just be a fun bit of flirting to pass the time. But recently the energy between you had taken a different turn. You feel his hands on your body more and more often. Even if it’s just to push past you on the bus. 

With today being a rare day off, you not only get to sleep in a real bed, but you also get to sleep in a little. Being the only woman on the tour meant that you usually get your own room, on this stop, however you ended up sharing with Jolly. There’d been an issue with one of the rooms, and you had immediately offered half of your bed to him. 

Thankfully, Jolly seems to have the same plans as you for the day, as he’s still fast asleep when you wake up. The only problem being that his arm his wrapped around your middle with his hand spread out against your tummy. You try not to think about it, or how warm it makes you feel. You can’t deny how it makes you feel, though. 

His hand shifts against your belly, pulling you closer against him. 

A moment later, he stiffens up, seemingly realising that you’re in a somewhat unexpected position. He doesn’t move, though. 

“Jolly?” you ask quietly. 

He hums, indicating that he has heard you. 

His hand moves towards your waist, shifting you a little closer to him. Your breath catches in your throat, when you feel him hard against your backside. 

“Is this okay?” you feel his breath against the skin of your neck. 

You nod, hoping that it’s enough for him. 

Jolly seems to be satisfied with your answer, as you feel his hand drifting lower on your body. It dips behind the waist band of your shorts. You hold your breath when his fingers brush against you. The slow circles he draws against your clit pull soft sighs from you. His hard cock presses against your ass, and you can’t stop yourself from grinding back against him. 

“Does that feel good?” he asks softly, “Talk to me, darling.” 

You have to force the yes past your lips. 

His fingers drift lower, barely dipping into your entrance. Jolly lets out a groan when the tip of his finger comes into contact with you. 

“You’re soaked.” he sighs, “Think you can come on my fingers?”

You give an almost frantic nod in response. 

His touch is so intense already. It’s slow, indulgent, and you wonder if you can ever go without it again. His lips press against your bare shoulder, teeth grazing against your skin. Once in a while, you can feel him grinding against your backside, but your pleasure seems to be at the forefront of his mind. And when it finally hits you, you let yourself rest against him. Pleasure unravels you piece by piece in a way that you haven’t felt before. There are no wails or screams of pleasure, just the warmth that slowly spreads through your body as you ride your high out against his hand. 

You rest against him like this for a while, both of your chest rising and falling with heavy breaths. 

And when you turn around to face him, he looks almost awestruck.

“Can I kiss you?”

[circle-with-me]

the way you bend, the way you break

Pairing: Joakim Jolly Karlsson x OFC (Violet)

Content Warning/Tags: ⚠️18+MDNI!! daddy!jolly, mild degradation, vaginal fingering, oral sex (female and male receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, squirting, use of restraints, overstimulation, light choking, praise kink if you squint. Some fluffy af aftercare. Seriously, Jolly is the king of aftercare.

Word Count: 4.4k

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The doorbell rings and Jolly looks up from his book confused. He wasn’t expecting any visitors today. He sits the book on the coffee table and pads to the front door peeking out the small window beside it. A short, raven-haired woman stands outside with her arms folded against her chest bouncing on the balls of her feet. Jolly smiles as he unlocks the door and opens it.

“If it isn’t my favorite flower.” He announces, grinning at his guest.

Violet rolls her eyes. “This flower is fucking freezing, are you going to let me in, or not?”

Jolly laughs and steps aside, allowing his friend to enter his home. Violet takes her jacket off and hangs it up by the door. She slips her shoes off and walks straight into the kitchen, leaving Jolly behind her.

When he makes it to the kitchen, she’s already rummaging through his refrigerator. He hears a bottle clinking and she pulls out two beers. Popping off the tops she hops up onto the counter and takes a drink, sighing.

It wasn’t uncommon for Violet to show up like this. They’d been friends for a few years now and spent many nights together drinking and eating junk food on his couch. They had consoled each other during breakups and life problems in general. Unannounced visits were not uncommon.

However, he knew something was wrong immediately.

Maybe it’s the way she chews on her bottom lip. Or how she fidgets while she rambles on about how horrible traffic was on the way to his house. The small talk was an indicator in itself something was wrong, but then he notices she’s barely opened her beer and she’s already peeling the label off it.

“What’s wrong, Vi?” Jolly interrupts her.

Violet whips her head over to look at him. She looks down at the beer bottle in her hand, resuming her task of destroying the label and shakes her head.

“Nothing. Why do you ask?”

He leans back against the counter across from her and crosses his arms.

“Because you’ve been here for five minutes and you’ve nearly chewed your lip off. Not to mention you think I give a shit about traffic?” Jolly raises his eyebrows at her in amusement and she huffs a laugh.

“Also, that poor beer bottle. Give it a break, won’t you?”

Violet groans and sets the beer bottle beside her. “You know, it’s really fucking annoying having you as a friend sometimes. You’re so observant.”

Jolly chuckles. “Tell me, my flower. What is it?”

“I have a favor to ask you… but it’s a big favor. I mean, a huge favor.”

“Go on.” Jolly says, taking a swig of his beer.

Violet sighs, straightening her posture.

“I want you to fuck me.”

Jolly chokes on his beer, coughing and nearly spitting it everywhere. He wipes his mouth off and looks up at her. He searches her face for a sign she’s joking. This is a prank, right? She’s just messing with him.

What he sees instead is a look of pure sincerity with a hint of embarrassment and shame. He realizes that she is, in fact, not joking and she was rambling because she was nervous to ask him. It occurs to him that he just made things infinitely worse with his reaction and he decides he needs to do damage control.

“Sorry, went down the wrong way.” He clears his throat. “Um.” Jolly closes his eyes to process her request, trying to ignore how his cock was already twitching at the thought. He flounders for a second longer and finally gathers himself.

“I am completely flattered. Believe me, but.. you could literally go out and pick any man you want. Why me?”

“God, trust me, I’ve tried.” Violet says, rolling her eyes. Jolly ignores the feeling of jealousy that starts to creep up inside of him. “I’m just not.. getting what I need, Jolly. Do you know what I’m saying?”

Jolly definitely can’t ignore the twitching in his pants this time. He swallows and nods because that’s all he can manage at the moment. His best friend is telling him that she thinks he can fuck her better than all of the other guys that she’s been with. The thought has his head swimming and he struggles to not grab her and fuck her on his kitchen counter.

“And you think I can?” He says, a little higher pitched than he intended.

“I know you can. Remember that night we got really drunk and started talking about our kinks? You told me how you loved taking control, giving your partners multiple orgasms..” She pauses, her cheeks flushing. “Degrading them a little, if that’s what they want.”

“Is that what you want?”

Violet nods, chewing on her lip. “Yes. Very much so.”

“Are you sure about this, Vi?” Jolly questions, stepping closer to his friend. He towers over her even as she sits perched on his kitchen counter. Their size difference has never crossed his mind before but suddenly it is all he can think about.

“Please, Jolls.” Violet begs as she scoots closer to the edge of the counter. She opens her legs for him and he steps in between them. “I need this more than anything and if I can’t trust you then who can I trust?”

Jolly begins to speak but is cut off by her warm hand running up his chest. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, his hands gripping the counters on either side of her legs. When he opens his eyes, her bright green ones stare back at him and he folds.

“You can always trust me.” He breathes, eyes flickering to her lips. She leans in to kiss him but he pulls back slightly. “Just know that once we start this…” He pauses briefly and places his hand around her jaw, squeezing. “I won’t stop until you’re fucked so dumb you can’t even speak.”

Violet’s breath hitches. Jolly feels her thighs squeeze against his and he smirks. “I’m ready..” She breathes and he lets her pull him in by his shirt, their lips ghosting over each other. “Please don’t make me beg you again.”

Their lips meet as he grabs the back of her head, closing the distance between them. A sharp pain shoots through Jolly’s lip as she bites into him, a metallic taste following. He growls and jerks her closer to him, their hips slotting together.

He meets Violet’s movements as she grinds on him. The way she clings to him and pants so heavily into his mouth makes Jolly realize she was serious — she did need this. He scoops her up and carries her to his bedroom.

They leave a trail of clothes on their way down the hall. By the time he gets her on his bed he’s swirling his tongue around her nipple and working her leggings off with one hand as he cups her other breast with his free one.

“Before we get started,” Jolly begins, his own gasp cuts him off as Violet pushes her hand into his sweats and wraps her hand around his cock. “I want to—god, hang on..” Jolly reluctantly pries her hand off of him and sits back on his heels. She raises up on her elbows, a confused look on her face.

“Are you having second thoughts?” She questions.

Jolly’s eyes widen and he shakes his head. “No, God no.” He watches her as she relaxes. “I just want to make sure you understand the traffic light system. I don’t want there to be any confusion or..”

Violet raises up and puts a finger to his lips, effectively shutting him up.

“Green means keep going. Yellow means slow down. Red means something’s wrong and we need to stop. Right?”

Jolly nods and she smiles at him.

“Perfect. Now…” She palms his hardened erection through his sweats. “I believe you promised to fuck me dumb. Or are we going to sit here and chat all night?”

Jolly chuckles humorlessly, and cups her face in his hand, rubbing her bottom lip with his thumb.

“Watch it, my flower.” He presses a soft kiss to her lips. “Or I’ll fuck that pretty mouth of yours and leave you to fend for yourself.”

“I-I’m sorry. P-please don’t.” Violet shudders against his lips. Jolly kisses her deeply, licking into her mouth and enjoying the taste of her. He runs his large hands up her thighs and she keens. In one quick motion he grabs both thighs and yanks her down so that she’s lying flat on her back. Violet yelps, clasping a hand over her mouth.

Jolly gets off the bed, walking across the room to search through his drawers. He pulls out a red silk tie and wraps it around his hand as he walks back to the bed. He grabs Violet's hands and wraps the tie around them, raising her arms and securing them to the headboard above her.

He makes sure it’s tight enough to keep her secure but not so tight it’ll cut into her skin and then crawls on top of her.

“I wasn’t planning on tying you up but you decided to get mouthy. Be good for me and I’ll untie you, okay?”

Violet makes a noise in agreement but that doesn’t satisfy him.

“I need your words, baby.”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.” He pats her leg, removing her panties and discarding them off to the side. Crossing this boundary with his best friend wasn’t ever in his plans, but Jolly would be lying to himself if he said he hasn’t thought about this moment before. Nothing could have prepared him for what he was seeing though.

Jolly licks his lips, the sight of her wet pussy making his mouth water. He sticks his thumb in his mouth to wet it and presses it gently against her clit, rubbing softly. Violet moans, arching off the bed. She really was touch starved. If the slightest touch gave her that reaction, he couldn’t wait to get his mouth on her.

He applies more pressure and picks up his pace, captivated by the way her pussy clenches around nothing. He lies down between her legs and lays his head on her thigh, placing kisses on her soft skin and watching her writhe under his touch.

As Jolly watches her become wetter by the second, he decides he can’t wait any longer. He replaces his thumb with his tongue and moans into her the second he tastes her. Violet bucks her hips into his mouth and he grabs ahold of them to steady her.

“Need to get you ready for me.” He says, sucking her clit into his mouth. They make eye contact as she looks down at him and he presses a single finger inside of her. Once again, she bucks her hips in response and he places his free arm on top of her waist to hold her down.

Jolly notices how tight she squeezes him and he groans loudly, his cock aching in his pants. He ruts into the bed for some relief. He pumps his finger into her, focusing on the spongy spot inside of her. Once she gives him the okay he inserts a second.

Violet’s breaths pick up and Jolly can tell she’s about to cum. She begs him so beautifully to let her move some so he obliges, letting her grind on his face until she orgasms. Jolly keeps greedily enjoying his meal until she’s begging again, this time it’s for him to stop because she’s so sensitive.

Jolly sits up and wipes his mouth off, licking his fingers clean. Violet watches him as he does this, whimpering softly. She looks down at the bulge in his sweats, noticing the small wet spot that has formed. She licks her lips and pulls at her restraints.

Jolly looks down and smirks, laughing softly.

“You want it, baby?”

“God, yes. Please.” Violet whines and nods quickly.

He stands up off the bed and shoves his sweats and boxers down, his cock springing free. Violet’s eyes go wide as she sees his size, and she licks her lips again. Jolly crawls back onto the bed and in between her legs. He kisses her stomach and up to her chest.

Jolly hooks his arm under her knee and pushes her leg up. He uses his other hand to stroke his cock and places it at her entrance.

“Tell me you want it.” He says, ghosting his lips over hers. “Tell me you want my cock.”

“I want your cock.” Violet mewls chasing after his lips. He pushes the tip in and she gasps, the stretch already overwhelming her.

“Say it again”

“I- mmm… I..” She stumbles over her words. Jolly pulls out of her, and she nearly cries.

“I said, say it again.” He says through gritted teeth.

“Fuck, fuck, I want your cock, please!” She cries out moving her hips to try to push herself onto him. Jolly presses inside of her again, bottoming out. Violet throws her head back and he bites down on her neck.

Jolly doesn’t give her much time to adjust before he begins pounding into her relentlessly. She feels so wet and warm around him that it almost makes him dizzy. He dips his head down, licking and biting on her nipples. He wanted to hear every sound she possibly could make.

“Jolly, I— oh my god..” Violet moans. Tears were beginning to roll down her face, causing her mascara to run. Her hair was a tangled mess and her lipstick was smeared. Jolly admires the complete mess she’s become and the fact that he made her that way pushes him over the edge.

Jolly grabs her by the throat and pushes her back into the mattress. Using his torso, he forces her legs back into her chest further pounding deeper into her. Violet cries out using what little oxygen Jolly was allowing her to have.

“You call me daddy when I’m fucking your cunt like this.” Jolly grunts. The only response she can offer him is a nod. He relaxes his grip on her throat but he keeps her in place.

“Aww, what’s wrong?” Jolly laughs mockingly. “Fucked dumb already?” He says, accentuating each word as he snaps his hips into her.

“Daddy…” Violet writhes beneath him, her hands pulling at her restraints. Jolly raises his eyes and sees her hands twist violently begging to be released.

“Tell me, my flower.” He gently squeezes her neck. “What is it?”

“Daddy, I’m gonna cum.” She whines.

Jolly slides the hand around her throat up to her jaw, gripping it tightly forcing her to look at him. He pounds into her harder, groaning loudly as he feels her clench around him. It’s clear the feeling becomes too intense for her as she attempts to close her eyes and lay her head back but he snaps it back to him.

“Look at me when I’m making you cum. I want to see what I do to you.”

Violet sobs as her orgasm washes over her. Jolly watches in awe as she convulses underneath him. Her gorgeous face twisting in pleasure, breasts bouncing with each thrust. The sound of her calling out for him was like a siren song. Jolly was hooked instantly.

Her body goes limp beneath him as her climax comes to an end. Relaxing the hand around her jaw, he rubs the spot he had been gripping to soothe it. He grazes his teeth against the skin but feels her arm shaking violently next to him.

Jolly unties Violet’s bound wrists from the bed and allows her to relax her arms. She places them around his neck and pushes her hands into his hair. He envelops her face with his hands and wipes the mascara from her eyes and cheeks with his thumbs. Jolly kisses her face softly and she hums.

“Color?”

“Green” Violet laughs, shuddering as the aftershocks of her orgasm continue to hit her. “So fucking green.”

Jolly laughs in response, removing her arms from around his neck. Violet pouts as he pulls out of her. He laughs again and pats her leg gently.

Jolly flips Violet over on her stomach, admiring how her pussy and thighs were still twitching and shaking from her orgasm. His hands roam up the sides of her stomach and her arms. His journey ends at the juncture of her neck and shoulders where he leaves playful bites.

“I’m gonna leave your wrists bound.” He says sucking a spot into her neck. “You’ve been good for me, so I won’t tie you back to the headboard.” He licks the shell of her ear. “If you act up I’ll tie you up so tight the only movement you’ll be making is from me fucking into you.”

He grabs the flesh of her ass, rubbing and kneading. Using two fingers he spreads her slit and slowly pushes into her. He rocks his hips into her slowly, pulling out almost completely and sliding back in.

Violet mewls, pushing back into him desperately. Jolly slaps her ass and tuts at her.

“What did I just say?”

“I need to be good for you, but...” Violet whines, trying desperately to stay still. “I need to feel you. Your cock feels so good inside me, daddy.” Jolly feels her repeatedly clench and release around him. Jolly is grateful that she isn’t facing him as she clenches him so tight his eyes roll back into his head.

Jolly grips the headboard in front of them to steady himself and regain control over the situation. He grabs her hips and pulls her up to him. His large hand tangles in her hair and pushes her face into the mattress.

He grinds into her so deep and slowly it’s enough to drive him insane, but Violet said she wanted to feel him. Jolly was going to make sure she felt every inch of him.

Violet cries and tries to move against him to create more friction but Jolly’s hands hold her in place. He bends over her so that his chest is flush against her back. Jolly ruts into her so hard he can feel her gasps for air underneath him. He nuzzles the side of her face, licking the salt of her tears away.

“Can you feel me now, baby?”

Gasps and choked “oh fucks” are all Jolly hears. He smirks to himself in satisfaction and snakes his hand around her waist. Violet jolts forward as soon as he circles her clit, but with his grip on her hair she doesn’t get far.

“Mmm.” Jolly hums into her ear, his fingers moving faster. “So sensitive. You better cum quick, baby. Daddy doesn’t think he can last much longer.”

Violet mewls, her entire body going rigid. Jolly’s groans echo through the room as she clenches him so tight and he knows she’s close. He continues rutting into her, his fingers matching his pace.

“That’s it. Give it to me, baby. Fuck. I can feel it.”

As her third orgasm hits, she grabs onto the headboard scratching and clawing at the wood. Jolly snaps his hips into her, finally giving them both the friction they so desperately needed. Suddenly, she wails and arches into him, drenching his cock and the bed as she cums.

“Jävlar!” Jolly exclaims, looking down at his thighs that were now coated. “Så vått!" He pulls out to hunch over behind her, licking up her slit and collecting the juices. Violet shakes violently as he cleans her up and he grips both of her thighs tight to keep her steady.

Jolly devours her pussy like a man starved. “You taste even better when you’ve cum, Käraste.” He moans into her. He dives his tongue as deep into her as he can, trying to collect every drop. Violet pushes back into his face and seizes again, another orgasm hitting her.

Jolly grabs her by the hips and pulls her to him, pressing inside her again. She moans softly and he runs his hand along her back. He slowly pumps inside her and she whines, wriggling in his grasp.

“Shh, baby, I know you’re sore.” He coos. He reaches up and unties her wrists. She instantly reaches behind her and threads her fingers through his hair, pulling him down to kiss him hard.

“Hmm.. What’s your color?” Jolly asks between kisses.

“G-green.” She stammers, out of breath.

“Good girl.” Jolly looks down and watches as she takes him. “You’ve been so good to me. Letting me use you like this.” He grabs her waist, drawing her back into him harder. “Your sweet pussy takes me so well.”

Violet whimpers at his praise, using the strength she has left in her legs to fuck herself onto him. Jolly was so mesmerized by the way her body moved against his, he didn’t even care about control anymore. He throws his head back and lets her take over. It doesn’t take long before his stomach tightens and the familiar pressure starts to build.

“Fuck, Vi…Where do you want me?”

“I-I.. mmm...” She responds. “Want to taste you.”

As soon as the words hit Jolly’s ears, his skin buzzes and what little amount of composure he has left in him dissipates. Her responding whine as he pulls out of her nearly ruins her request. Jolly pulls her up by her hair and turns her around to face him.

“You’ve been such a good girl for me, Käraste.” Jolly places his cock on her open lips. “Good girls get what they want.”

Violet opens her mouth completely and sticks out her tongue. He rubs the tip of his cock on it, smearing the pre-cum leaking out. Jolly grabs the back of her head and holds onto her jaw as he slowly fucks her mouth.

From above, he observes her— her mouth full of his cock and her bright eyes staring back at him. He thrusts deeper into her throat and she gags a little, spit pooling at the corners of her mouth and dribbling down her chin.

Violet hollows her cheeks and his knees buckle. He feels her swallow around him and he throws his head back fucking her mouth faster.

“Your pussy is divine but your mouth… god… your mouth was made for my cock.” He grunts loudly. She moans around him, gripping onto his thighs for purchase.

Jolly cums with a shout, spilling his semen down her throat. Violet keeps him in her mouth until he’s bent over her shuddering. Eventually, Jolly pulls her off of him, joking about how she’s trying to kill him.

Violet lies back on the bed catching her breath. Jolly kisses her forehead, rubbing the insides of her thighs and she smiles up at him.

“I’m going to run a bath. I’ll be right back to come get you, okay?”

When Jolly comes back a few minutes later, Violet is already asleep snoozing on his pillow. He smiles and chuckles softly, sliding his hands underneath her to pick her up. She startles slightly but he soothes her.

“C’mon, my flower. Time to get cleaned up.”

Jolly sits her in the bathtub gently, stepping in behind her and situating her between his legs. Violet lays against his chest and he wraps his arms around her. She turns slightly in his embrace and nuzzles into his neck. He can still feel her trembling a little.

He hums softly as he grabs her legs, pulling her into his lap so he can have better access to them. Violet melts into him when he massages her sore muscles and he hopes that she can’t feel his heart beating out of his chest. As much as he loved watching her come undone underneath him, seeing her so peaceful with him meant even more.

They lay together for a while, enjoying the warmth of the water and each other’s skin. There isn’t much conversation, just the sound of Jolly’s humming. Anytime he stops for more than five seconds she nuzzles further into his neck, which he took as a hint to keep going.

Jolly eventually, much to Violet’s protests, adjusts her so he can wash her body. Her demeanor changes when she finds out that back scrubs also come with soft kisses to her shoulders. During his task, Jolly finds out she’s ticklish on her sides and takes full advantage, resulting in fits of giggles and a soaked floor.

After he washes and conditions her hair, he has to threaten to tickle her again to get her to let him rinse her off. After they’re done, he drains the tub and helps her out, wrapping her in a towel and sitting her on the bathroom counter.

Jolly dries himself off and steps out of the bathroom, returning a few minutes later in just a pair of fresh sweatpants. In his hand, he had one of his shirts and another pair of sweatpants, sitting them next to Violet on the counter top.

He helps her off the counter and into his clothes, realizing that he could have skipped the pants altogether once he saw her swimming in his t-shirt. She looked so adorable it made his chest ache.

Violet sits in his lap on the bed as he combs the tangles out of hair. Jolly watches her in the mirror facing them. Her eyes are closed and she looks more content than Jolly has ever seen her. She opens her eyes quicker than Jolly can look away and she catches him staring. A wide smile spreads across her face.

“Do you spoil everyone like this after sex?” She asks, leaning back against him.

Jolly was always adamant about aftercare. To him, it wasn’t an option, it was a requirement. He always makes it special for each partner depending on their needs.

Has he gone to the lengths he went to tonight for her though? Absolutely not.

Jolly feels himself panic briefly, not sure how to respond. He doesn’t want to lie to her, but he doesn’t want to freak her out. He isn’t sure what he is feeling, but they’re not the same feelings he had when she walked in his door earlier.

He stares down at her, her bright eyes once again making him crumble. He cups her face and kisses her gently.

“Just you, my flower.”

[magnificentstrawberryomen]

bound to break (jolly karlsson x reader one shot)

cw: just angst oops

iwas incredibly proud of him, don’t get me wrong.

i loved his dark eyes sparkling with passion whenever he hit the stage and hit the first snares of his guitar. the concentrated, serious frown and expression he carried during the entire performance, whilst i knew more than anyone how much he was beaming on the inside, like a burning sun filled with passion, radiating to the instrument he’s playing.

but it hurt as well. it hurt that he had to chose between two of the things he loved the most; me, and his career. i wish i could’ve put it differently that night when it all went wrong—wrong for my heart now still desperately aching for him, needing him. for him to come home and wrap his arms around me like a safe heaven, singing me softly asleep, as he noticed i was close to drifting away but just needing to hear his calm and warm voice against my ear, the only thing that made me sleep fully and peacefully.

but i needed to break the silence, the painful eating silence between us whenever we were together and i just had to sit and watch him still being occupied by work instead of holding me like he always used to when he had days off.

“y/n, please. you can’t make me choose—”

“i’m not making you chose, joakim. or at least, i don’t want you to, but… i’m trying to explain to you that that i find it very hard to see you less and less, and now that you’ve just gotten back for three days you have to leave again!”

“i know!” he had yelled back, in frustration, in sadness. “i know, and it’s not like i like it either! but this is an opportunity we as a band have to take, you understand that right? we haven’t been able to play like this for y—”

“i never said i didn’t!” my voice breaks in a hoarse whisper, heart close to breaking as i interrupt him, ‘cause i knew where this conversation would end up to. it was bound to happen for a while now, and we were both tired. tired, yearning for each other every single day, yet our needs never got met. and it destroyed us, slowly but steadily, like a wall between us about to crack with each time we saw each other, waiting to get broken by either of us.

“but you understand that this situation becomes tiring for me, right? joakim, i barely see you and it becomes less and less, shorter and shorter. i miss you, i miss us—i miss who we were and could be!”

a silence is followed, only our ragged breathing being heard in the room around us, and jolly looks at me with a saddening frown, and i know i have the same look at my face, just more frustratedly and tired.

“what are you saying exactly, y/n?” he then asked after a moment, stepping slightly closer, a messy strand of hair escaping from his half up bun that i’m tempted to brush away behind his ear, but i keep both my hands to my side.

“what i’m saying is… i don’t know anymore how we can still make this work between us. i want to, truly, and you know that—but… it’s getting tiring. it’s getting tired to miss my other half, and him not even being with me when we’re together. even at home you’re constantly wrapped up in work, and i can just sit here and watch in silence waiting for you to leave your damn office and become known of my existence again.”

the memory of that night is painful. painful especially when i lay in bed at night, staring at the ceiling, the fabric of the sheets and mattress feeling extra cold now that he is not there anymore to make it warm and comfortable, safe and nice to lay in—i wasn’t able to sleep for weeks after we decided to take a break and see where life would lead us, if the road of this hectic life would take us back together or not.

so far, it didn’t. it seemed like jolly didn’t even want to take the first step. and maybe that was because of his busy schedule, maybe it was because i was too afraid of the reality peeking around the corner and watching me, watching me like a hawk to remind me all of this was never going to work out again, so i didn’t take the first step either. the only way i was in some sort of contact with him, was through a tv screen, watching him perform in a small intimate venue, which was a huge difference from the festival his band had played the night before, and just in general. they were getting more and more successful each day.

i would watch with tears stinging in my eyes, feeling both utterly heartbroken but so proud of him as well. because i knew be belonged to that stage, along with his friends, his brothers, creating music so special, inspiring and important for others with the passion clearly rushing through his body, the body that one held me with so much love and joy, that i couldn’t be mad at him anymore.

because i couldn’t take this type of love and joy from him either, because he was clearly made for this and the stage—and it hurts that he was not made for me, and a life together, after all.

[thefallennightmare]

För Alltid: Jolly Karlsson x OFC! Astrid-One Shot[JP Universe]

Pairings: Jolly Kalrsson x OFC! Astrid[Just Pretend Universe]

Warnings: angst, fluff, smut( unprotected p in v while Jolly sits in the computer chair, slight biting, slight masturbation, Jolly suddenly realizing he has a breeding kink)

Words: 4,011.

Summary: The rope that binds Jolly and Astrid together is bound to snap. Can they tighten it before it's too late?

Authors Note: I've realized we haven't had an update into this couple since Fika came out so I decided why not! A little insight into the JP world without posting the next chapter. Also, I didn't tag anyone because I'm currently working on my tag list.

ASTRID

With a soft yawn, I scratched at my stomach as I walked into the apartment, the bag from the pharmacy clutched tight to my chest. My heart beat wildly in my chest with the only thought in my mind was making it to the bathroom. Thankfully, Jolly wasn’t home so he wouldn’t question what was in the bag. Even if he did catch me, it wasn’t like Jolly would say anything. He barely spoke more than five words to me since this morning; since our fight. He left almost immediately after our fight with a simple love you and I hadn’t seen him since, which was almost eight hours ago

The fighting had been more recent, almost every day one of us would bicker about something. It was like this months ago when I was dealing with the aftermath of my fathers death. Jolly suggested I talk to someone, outside of our relationship, about how I felt about his death. I took his advice and started seeing Dr. Poulos, which helped immensely. Jolly and I were good again, our relationship was thriving like how it had been in the beginning; back when he came to Fika every day. 

I kept up my therapy appointments until recently. The last two weeks, the only thing I had energy for was working at Fika from open to close and then coming home to sleep off the exhaustion. Jessica and Tori quit, both deciding to move onto better things which I couldn’t hold against them. I still had Sean and a few other new employees but none of them were management material. So all the extra behind the scenes work fell on my shoulders. Jolly would come and help out when he wasn’t busy with Bad Omens but that wasn’t nearly as often. 

It was four in the afternoon on a Thursday and I had plans on staying at Fika till close but after getting sick, I decided to come home for the evening, not before stopping at the pharmacy. 

Setting the bag on the counter in the kitchen, I glanced around the quiet apartment and felt my heart sink when I still didn’t see Jolly’s Bad Omens sweater hanging on its normal hook. I pulled out my phone to check if I had any new messages. 

I had five. Four from the girls group chat and one from Jolly. 

My hands shook as I clicked on the one from Faye first. 

Faye 🩵🧚: I’m going to throw up. I’m shooting for The Ghost Inside tonight while Matt works their front of house. 

Tay 🍓: Meanwhile I’m going to cry because I’m looking at huskies for adoption but my apartment doesn't allow dogs. 

Y/N 🐦‍⬛: Don’t get me fucking started on crying. 

Tay 🍓: Shit. 

Clicking out of our text thread without saying anything, I clicked on Jolly’s text. 

Joakim ☕🩶: I’ll have dinner for us after you get home from therapy. 

Fuck. 

My therapy appointment was in two minutes but even if I wasn’t sick, there wasn’t any way I’d make it in time. 

Right, were you sick the last two times you skipped therapy?

Typing out a quick excuse to Dr.Poulos about needing to cancel for being sick this time, I set my phone on DND and let it rest on the kitchen counter. As I reached into the bag from the pharmacy, the front door opened revealing Jolly who wore his typical sweater and dark glasses hiding his eyes as I locked mine with them. His hood was pulled over his hat but his long hair poked out down his shoulders. 

“Shit,” I murmured when I noticed his shoulders stiffen. 

“You’re supposed to be at therapy,” Jolly noted with a deep voice. 

I rubbed my elbows. “Yeah-uh-I haven’t been feeling well.” 

Jolly took off his sunglasses, setting them in the bowl on the table next to the door, and furrowed his brows while resting his hands on his hips. “Is that the excuse for missing the last three appointments?” 

I blanched. “How did you know?” 

“Dr. Poulos’ office sent a letter home,” he held up a letter that was ripped open. 

“You read my fucking mail?” I seethed while slicing my eyes into him. “That’s an invasion of privacy!” 

“I had no other choice, Astrid! You’ve been keeping shit from me,” Jolly sneered while throwing off his sweater and not bothering to hook it up. Instead he let it rest on the back of the couch. 

I bit my tongue trying so hard not to have yet another fight today. Mentally I was exhausted and needed to remember what it felt like to be loved by Jolly. 

“I don’t want to fight anymore,” I blew out a shaky breath while running a hand through my white hair. 

The brokenness in my voice made Jolly’s stern face soften just a tad. “Karaste. I just want you to talk to me.” 

I scoffed. “Talk to you? Why would I when I try to, it always leads to a fight.”

“You’re lying to me!” His voice boomed in the space. “Are you even sick? You had no problem going to work all day.” 

Every word he spoke dug the knife deeper and deeper into my chest because while I didn’t look sick on the outside, I knew what was wrong on the inside. Jolly wouldn’t understand, not unless I told him what was wrong. I just needed confirmation first. 

I looked away from his assessing eyes and casted my gaze down at my feet, kicking my scuffed up VANS along the hardwood floor. When Jolly first moved in, he made the emptiness in here feel like a home. Now with all of our fighting lately, it was as if the love had been sucked out. 

“I don’t know what you want me to say, Jolly,” I held up my hands exasperated. “It’s not like you’ll believe me since you think I’m lying.” 

He crossed his arms over his chest and I did my best not to gawk at how his thick muscles clenched underneath his tight black shirt. Somehow with him throwing off his sweater, Jolly was still able to keep the black hat on. I let my eyes linger too long on the tattoos covering his left arm, up to the typical cross earring he wore, and finally over the dark facial hair that covered his face. He always made it look so good. 

I clenched my legs together hoping to curb the fire that festered low inside of me. It had been so long since we touched each other but both of us were too angry with each other to even think about sex. 

“Do you plan on getting back into therapy?” Jolly wondered. 

My lips parted but nothing came out because truthfully, my therapy sessions were the farthest thing from my mind at the moment. 

“I-I don’t know,” I answered honestly. 

“You fucking promised,” Jolly scoffed while running a hand over his jaw. "Everything is a lie. Every fucking thing!" 

The door slamming in the small confines of my apartment echoed causing me to jump, doing whatever I could to keep the tears at bay. I wouldn't cry, not for him. Not for Jolly.  Even though the moment he walked in the door, all I wanted to do was cry not only because of the constant arguing but because I missed him terribly. He was here physically but emotionally, Jolly was checked out. 

"Asshole," I grumbled under my breath, eyes boring daggers into the closed door of his office/studio. 

Well, you did lie to him. You've been lying to him. Keeping secrets.

Ignoring the thoughts plaguing my existence lately, I blew out a shaky breath and forced myself to turn back towards the kitchen counter.  The exhaustion had been buried deep in my bones for the last couple of weeks and I didn’t think it had anything to do with working almost every day. All I wanted to do was curl in bed to sleep the rest of the evening away. Even though Jolly's words from our fight this morning before I left for work kept pestering me. 

"I haven't thought much about the future. I'm trying to focus on now." 

I asked him in the middle of yet another argument where he thought this relationship was going because I made the mistake of mentioning how I felt like things were stale between us. Jolly didn't think of the future. Of our future. He only thought of the now. 

It had been weeks of arguing. Weeks of walking on eggshells around each other. Weeks of not having sex. And weeks of keeping a secret to myself. Now that I knew how Jolly felt, I couldn't decide on if I should continue to keep it to myself or tell him which could potentially ruin everything. 

The urge to cry burned in my throat as I snatched the bag off of the kitchen counter and locked myself in the bathroom. I stared at my reflection in the mirror for a long moment, noting the dark circles under my eye and the dark roots of my hair indicating I had not only skipped out on my therapy session but my hair appointments as well. 

Averting my gaze away from the mirror, I dug out the box from the bag and nearly choked on a breath when I read over the letters once more. I nearly dropped it in the pharmacy when the realization began to sink in. 

Pregnancy Test. 

I had missed my period last month and it was coming up on when I was supposed to get it this month but with how I’d been feeling, I knew I wouldn’t be getting my period this month either. 

That night was a night where we had a huge blowout argument, both of us questioning if we loved another. Deep down we knew we still loved each other and it was wrong for us to question it. But both of us were stubborn so instead of admitting our love, we decided to fuck out our frustrations; Jolly dragging me to the shower with him as I wrapped my legs around his midsection, marking his neck as mine while his cocked slammed into me.. Afterwards, Jolly helped me to our bed and apologized for the fight as he held me against his chest. I took the morning after pill later that afternoon once we realized we weren’t safe which is why I was hoping the test would be negative. Maybe the reason why I missed my period was because of all the stress I’d been under. 

“Might as well get this over with,” I grumbled under my breath while ripping open the box. 

It came with two tests and I figured it would be better if I used both so after peeing on both sticks, I set them on the counter and washed my hands. These next five minutes were going to be incredibly slow so after I changed into one of Jolly’s shirts and opted out of wearing pants,  I paced the bathroom. I thought about maybe texting the girls group chat but knew with what Y/N was going through, it probably wouldn’t be a good idea. I didn’t want it to seem as if I was rubbing it in her face if I was pregnant. 

“Shit,” I clutched my chest when the timer on my phone went off. 

As I reached for the tests which were overturned, I paused for a moment wondering if maybe I should have been doing this with Jolly. 

“If he wasn’t such an asshole,” I muttered to the thought in my head and turned over the two tests. 

My heart was in my ears, in my throat, and in the depths of my stomach when I saw the one word that sealed our fate. 

Positive. 

Both tests were positive. 

“Fuck me,” I breathed while resting a hand on my stomach, the tears finally falling. 

There wasn’t a doubt in my mind that even though we were fighting, Jolly would be fine with whatever I decided to do. It was my choice. But would he stay with me? Bad Omens had been working non stop on touring and recording their next two albums. Hence why Jolly had been in a mood lately. I knew his anger wasn't directly related to me but because he’d been overworked. I also knew that didn’t give him the right to take it out on me. 

Pulling up Jolly’s text thread on my phone, shaking fingers worked out a text even though he was still in the next room. 

Me: I need to talk to you. It’s important. Can you meet me in the living room please? 

Joakim ☕🩶: I’m busy working. 

With a snarl, I snatched the tests off the bathroom counter and stormed out into his office, letting the door smack against the wall. Jolly didn’t bother to look away from his computer, one of Bad Omens new tracks on display, as I dropped the tests on the desk in front of him. 

“Congratulations. You’re going to be a father,” I snapped before turning to walk away. 

The chair creaked as Jolly leaned forward to gaze down at his desk, a soft breath catching in his throat. 

“Karaste,” his fingers grazed my wrist, halting me. “Wait.” 

“What? Are you going to claim I’m faking this again?” I snapped, slicing him with my gaze. 

“I-,” Jolly’s face softened as he looked back at the pregnancy tests. “You’re pregnant?” 

I let the anger fade momentarily when I heard the sincerity in his voice, the slight excitement. 

“Yeah, I guess so. I missed my period last month and I’ve been so exhausted lately. Not to mention my boobs have been really sore,” I cringed while running a hand over my chest. 

Jolly glanced up at my breasts with a small smirk but then he let his gaze lower on my stomach where it rested for a long few beats of silence. Fear of what he would do or say weighed heavy on my shoulders causing me to remain frozen in front of him. The air in the room was thick with an unreadable tension and the ringing in my ears was deafening. I couldn’t even hear our shared breathing as Jolly continued to stare at my stomach before his large hands rested there.

“Hi,” he breathed. “Jag är din pappa.”

Over our time together, Jolly had been slowly teaching me Swedish so immediately I knew what he said. 

I’m your dad.

I dragged a finger over his cheek, those amber eyes I adored so much gazed up at me underneath his black hat. “I’m sorry.” 

“For what, Astrid?” Jolly asked with furrowed brows. 

“For lying to you. For not going to my therapy appointments. For avoiding fixing things between us by working nonstop.”

I rattled off which made him link fingers with me and brought me down onto his lap, both of us now sitting in his computer chair. He rested his hands over my hip, slowly raising up the hem of my shirt so he could drag calloused fingers over my skin. It was the most contact we’ve had in a week and I leaned farther into him. His nose dragged over my jaw, breathing me in. 

“I’m sorry for all of the hurtful things I’ve said. I’m sorry for reading your mail when I should have asked you up front what was wrong. I’m sorry for locking myself away with work instead of fixing things between us,” Jolly apologized. 

Removing his hat, I looked deeper into his eyes, taking in the slight freckles on his face. 

“Can I be honest?” 

When Jolly nodded, I continued. “You freaked me out when you said you never thought of our future and now that I’m pregnant, I’m worried you’re going to leave.” 

“Absolutely not,” he cupped my cheek, dragging his thumb just underneath my eye to wipe away the stray tears. “I’ve never thought about the future until you came into my life, karaste. I might not express it enough, which is my fault but please know you’re in my future. Especially now.” 

His free hand grazed over my stomach and I nodded into the grasp on my cheek, leaving a kiss on the inside of his palm. 

“Can you promise me one thing?” I asked. 

“Anything.” 

Biting my lip, I spoke. “Can you promise not to propose to me just because I’m pregnant? I want you to propose because you want to, not because you feel like you have too.”

Something flashed in his eyes but Jolly eventually nodded. “Of course.”

While sitting on his lap, the chair continued to creak underneath our shared weight and I sighed, ready to get off which caused him to tighten his grip on me. 

“Stay,” he breathed in the crook of my neck. “I need to show you how sorry I am.” 

Quickly, Jolly’s lips were on mine in a leisurely kiss. It started off like how our first kiss did, like he was testing the waters again. I nearly sobbed into the kiss when I felt the love pour out of him. I’d been desperate to feel this way again. With his hands on my hips, he began moving me up and down his lap, the hardness of his cock pressing against the thin material of my panties. His name fell from my lips, almost immediately swallowed by his tongue as it explored my mouth, tasting me. 

Tattooed fingers slinked up my shirt to graze over my back before Jolly tossed it over my head and down to the floor, breaking our kiss. Lust bleed in his already dark eyes as he looked at my stomach, his cock straining in his jeans. 

“Shit,” he groaned while pressing kisses along my chest. “I can’t wait to see you round with my baby.” 

A moan fell from my lips as I exposed more of myself to Jolly, his teeth now grazing over my nipples. Along with my sore breasts, my nipples were extra sensitive. 

“Jolly,” I pulled on his shirt. 

He immediately understood and helped me work it off. Immediately my nails raked over the familiar tattoo along his chest as my lips met his again in a fiery kiss, this one more intense than the last. With a gentle tap to my ass, I raised my hips slightly so Jolly could drag down my panties with a bit of maneuvering. However with his jeans, it would have taken way more maneuvering on his part to slide them off completely. 

“We should move to the bed,” I suggested, breathless. 

Jolly shook his head, keeping his lips on the current mark he was working on my neck. “Absolutely not. I want you to sit on my cock while I sit on the chair.” 

Feeling feisty, I pulled away from him slightly to gaze down at him. “Really? This has nothing to do with Noah making it slip the other day how Y/N and him did something eerily similar to this.” 

He rolled his eyes with a groan. “Please don’t bring up Noah having sex right now.” 

When he motioned towards his unzipped jeans, I let out a soft giggle and then reached my hand in his briefs to grab his cock, already so warm and hard. 

“I’ve missed this,” I whispered, gathering his precum to drag it over the head. 

“Astrid,” my name came out through gritted teeth as Jolly rested his head on my shoulder. “I need to be inside of you. Please.”

Pulling his cock out from his briefs completely, I dragged it between my folds a few strokes before sinking down on him; both of us letting out a loud groan of pleasure.  It had been so long since we’ve felt this so I knew we wouldn’t last long. 

“Fuck,” Jolly strangled out while wrapping his arms around me to bring me closer. “I can’t wait to watch your belly get round with my baby.”

I mewled in response, mouth busy with leaving dark marks across his neck while one of my hands slipped between our bodies to press circles on my clit, bringing me closer to the edge. 

His cock twitched inside of me, indicating he was close when his hips stilled. “You'd look so beautiful pregnant with my kid. Your belly and tits-oh shit." 

“Don’t stop,” I begged while riding him faster this time, the chair nearly falling over. 

For the first time since I walked into the room, I noticed a soft tune emanating from the computer speakers, instantly recognizing the voice. 

“What if we got even for all the wrong reasons? What could it change?”

“Astrid,” Jolly’s voice now pulled me away from the song back to him and I brushed away the hair from his sweat slicked forehead. “I’m going to fill you up over and over again.” 

I nodded as the coil in my stomach began to ignite in a blaze of ecstasy, my orgasm about to snap. 

“I love you,” I cried out when my body finally snapped, arousal coating Jolly’s cock. 

With one final thrust, he followed me over the edge as he filled me with his cum and a breathless Jag älskar dig mer, karaste in the skin of my neck. 

I love you more, dearest. 

Falling into him with exhaustion, Jolly lifted me from the chair and carried me through our apartment towards the bathroom. 

“Are you alright?” He questioned while still carrying me. 

I pressed a kiss to his cheek. “I’m okay.”

Setting me on the closed toilet seat, he turned on the shower and removed his pants while we waited for the steam to bellow around us. 

“First thing tomorrow, you’re calling Dr. P to reschedule your appointments,” he said while running a brush through my hair. 

“I will,” I promised. “I never meant to skip them. I just got overwhelmed with everything. Work, feeling sick, and our fighting.” 

Putting the brush down, Jolly kneeled in front of me so he could rest his hands on my thighs. 

“What do you say we get away for a bit? Just the two of us. We could head up to Big Bear. I know how much you loved it the last time we were there.” 

I nodded eagerly. “I would love that. Fika is doing so well that if I closed it down for the weekend, we’d still survive.”

When the steam began to gather on the mirror and stuck to our skin, Jolly helped me up to my feet and rested his hand on my stomach where our baby was growing. 

“I need to call the doctor to get an ultrasound scheduled so I can figure out exactly how far along I am,” I said while covering his hands with my own. 

“Tomorrow?” He asked with bright eyes. 

I couldn’t help but giggle as I led him into the shower with me. “I don’t think I’d be able to get in that quick. Plus it’s Y/N’s birthday tomorrow. Noah wants us all there by four p.m.” 

As Jolly set me underneath the stream of water, he reached for my shampoo and lathered it up in his hands. 

“We should probably keep this quiet, for multiple reasons,” he noted while working the shampoo in my hair. 

I hummed in agreement and settled into the tranquility of Jolly washing me first and then me doing the same to him. 

Even through all of the fighting we’d gone through recently, it was evident our love remained just as strong as the first day he walked into Fika asking for a black coffee with two spoonsful of sugar. Almost two years later, he still took his coffee the same way. Just like our love had remained the same, regardless of the fighting. While I was unsure of a lot of things recently, there was one thing I knew for certain now besides our baby growing inside of me. 

För alltid.

We were forever. 

[dsireland86]

Autumn Stay

Jolly Karlsson X Noah Sebastian x Reader 

Pumpkins, leaves, coffee, bonfire, and cozy blankets. Time off away with your boyfriend and friends couldn't be any better.

tags: @philomenie

Your coffee is the perfect temperature when you take the first sip. The taste of cinnamon and vanilla hit your tongue instantly, making you smile. Perfection.

Long arms slip around your waist as soft lips touch your cheek, the tickles of facial hair making you giggle. Jolly rubs his cheek against yours, knowing how much you love the scratchy feeling of his facial hair against your skin, and breathes in deeply the scent of you. He places a soft kiss on the side of your head, pulling you back against his chest. The warmth of his strong body behind you brings you comfort, the kind that helps you sleep at night in peace. You rest comfortably against him, looking out the kitchen window at the different color leaves, slowly drifting down against the breeze that you're sure is already a little nippy. Autumn is here. You're favorite time of the year.

"I missed you this morning, min älskling. The bed was too cold without you." 

The deep sound of Jolly's husky voice, still filled with sleep, vibrates against your back.

"I'm sorry, my love. I woke from a bad dream and couldn't fall back asleep." 

Jolly's rough, tattooed hands sink from your waist, down to the warmest spot on you; right between your thighs. He parts them just enough for him to slip his hands in between, hooking them in that fine crease that separates your entrance from your thigh. A deep sigh escapes him, as the muscles in your core tighten at just his touch. 

"You should have woken me up. I could have easily helped you with that. I'm hungry," he states, rubbing his lips against your neck. 

His words make you grin while the soft scratching of his scruff reminds you of last night and the feeling of it against your sex. 

"Again?" You take another sip of your coffee.

"What do you mean again," he huffs, removing his hands from your thighs to tickle you in your sides, causing you to almost spill your coffee.

"Hey! Jolly!" you squeal.

Long fingers reach for your cup, removing it from your grasp just in time. 

Noah's reach comes from across the table next to you, and he claims your coffee as his own by taking three long gulps.

"Seriously, Noah?" you chide, trying to hide your smile. 

He flashes you his boyish grin that always makes your heart flutter. The two of you may be each other's best friend, but that doesn't mean you aren't attracted to one another. Noah is constantly reminding you that if Jolly hadn't staked his claim on you first, you'd be his. 

“I couldn't let it spill and go to waste now, could I?" He grins, swallowing the remaining coffee in the cup. You scowl at him.

"Relax, babe. I'll make you more," he assures you, caressing your cheek before tapping the end of your nose. 

"Don't forget the," 

"Pumpkin Spice creamer, I know," Noah says, and you smile as you turn around to finally face the man who fully has your heart. Jolly leans down and captures your lips with his, kissing you so softly, so sweetly that you find yourself melting against him. Suddenly, you want to wrap yourself up in him and stay there all day.

"A bonfire and the plaid blankets we bought yesterday outback later today? How does that sound?" 

Jolly leans down and kisses you again, this time with a little more force. 

"That sounds perfect, Joakim," you tease, your mouth curving upwards in a mischievous grin. You know how much it annoys him when you use his full name.

Jolly shakes his head, kneading your waist with his large hands, making you squirm beneath his touch. 

"You and your antics are going to get you into so much trouble," he murmurs, pushing harder into you. 

"Hmmm, what antics? I don't know what you're talking about," you lie, leaning your forehead against his chest. 

His hand lays heavily on yours, the one that's pressed firmly on his semi hard length. You grin, biting your lip, and look up at him. His expression is soft, yet the way he's staring at you as if you're about to be devoured by him has you swallowing hard and clenching onto his arm as you feel your knees buckling. 

"Those antics, min älskling," he whispers, kissing the end of your nose. 

Your entire face heats up and Jolly grins. 

"That color looks beautiful on you," he praises.

Noah clears his throat and you turn to look at him.

"Bad time?" he asks, holding your steaming hot cup of coffee. 

You can smell the pumpkin spice radiating off of it, and knowing that Noah never forgets anything you say, makes your heart happy. 

You roll your eyes, taking the cup from his grasp. 

"Shut-up, Noah," you chide him. 

His soft chuckle makes you smile as he shoots you a quick wink.

"Awe, I wanted the black and white one," you whine, protruding your bottom lip. 

"Alright, fine. Here, take it," Noah groans, tossing the large blanket at you. It covers up the entire front of your body, including your face when it lands on you. Noah busts out laughing as you pull the blanket from off your face, the static from it making your hair stick out. 

"You're such a jerk sometimes," you frown, rolling your arms up inside the warmth of the soft cotton and refusing to look up at Noah. He stands in front of you, squatting and resting his arms across your knees. 

"Don't pout. You're too pretty for that." 

He's charming you because he knows he's irritated you.

"I said one more log, not four Nick," Folio sighs to Nicholas, who has an arm full of wood. 

"Look, I'm just doing what the Jolly Green Giant over there told me to do. Don't shoot the messenger," Nicholas admits defensively, dropping the pile of logs in front of the fire pit before finishing his Capri Sun. 

Noah looks back at you and you both smile, laughing softly between one another. 

"Those two," Noah sighs, shaking his head. 

"Those two? What about you two?" 

Jolly makes his way over to you, laying his hand gently on your shoulder. His eyes are covered in dark sunglasses and his long, soft brown hair, usually down, is pulled back into a firm bun. His thin but strong arms, usually covered by long sleeves are bare, leaving the tattoos on his left arm on full display. He looks absolutely divine and you wonder if his offer from this morning still stands. 

"What about us?" Noah asks, looking up at his friend questionably.

"What, do you think I'm trying to convince your girl to run away with me? Maybe get married and punch out a couple of kids while living off the millions of dollars I've stolen from the band's bank account?" 

Your mouth falls open in shock, eyes wide while you try to suppress the laugh that's dying to escape. At first, Jolly doesn't say anything, and for a moment, you think that Noah's finally crossed the line with him. But then Jolly removes his glasses, and you're relieved to find a look of amusement gracing his beautiful face. 

"Dude, we don't even have millions in our bank account, so your plan is shit,” Jolly states, furrowing his brows in confusion.  

Noah stands up, rising to his full height which is a little bit taller than Jolly. 

"Really, Jolly? That's what you're worried about?" Noah playfully shakes his head. "I just threatened to run off with your woman and all you can think about is the millions of dollars we don't have in the bank?" 

Noah is the one scowling in confusion now, and you're just sitting there quietly laughing to yourself, wondering how in the hell this conversation was even happening.  

"Matt!" 

"What?" a voice that can hear you from the open windows, yells from somewhere inside the house.

"I need you! Your kids are acting up again!" 

"I'm not their fucking babysitter," Matt scolds sarcastically, walking out of the house with a can in each of his hands; one a Celsius and the other a Dr. Pepper. 

"Well, you are right now. Their fur is up and I refuse to get involved," you explain, pulling the blanket up around you. It's starting to get chillier and you're suddenly very cold. 

"Fuck that shit," Matt scoffs with a light chuckle as he sits down in the chair next to you. "I'm off the clock. They're your problem now." He looks over at you and grins, cracking open his Celsius. He curses the second it spills over his thigh. 

"Don't you dare," he orders you, hearing you snicker. You burst into full blown laughter, unable to hide your enthusiasm. 

"I'm sorry," you insincerely apologize, trying to catch your breath. 

Matt stands up and leans over you, threatening to pour his drink over top of you. You squeal, cringing with your hands up in defense, and begging Matt for mercy. Laughing loudly, he gathers your hands together with just one of his, holding them down until he's almost poured the cold liquid on you, but retracting it just in time. He places a quick kiss on your forehead before backing away. 

Sighing, you finally catch your breath and realize that both Jolly and Noah are looking at you skeptically. 

"What?" you shrug.

"You know, Noah, I think we both have it wrong. I don't think it's you I need to worry about. I think it's Dierkes," Jolly concludes in all seriousness. 

"I think you're right. Seems like your little lady is making the rounds," Noah suggests, bringing his hand to his mouth and staring at you quizzingly. 

You're no longer laughing, unable to tell if either one of them is joking. 

"You've got to be kidding," you groan, giving them both a skeptical look. "No way, absolutely no way, do you both think that Matt and I," but you pause the moment both of their faces brighten with wide grins. Noah’s the first to snicker, followed by the man who is supposed to be defending your honor, and together, their laughter fills the area surrounding you. 

"I hate you both," you growl, fighting hard to hide your smile once you've realized they're only joking.

"I'm sorry, baby, come here," Jolly croons. He closes the gap between you two, pulling you up until you're wrapped up securely in his arms, burying your face in the black fabric of his t-shirt. The soft caresses he trails up the sides of your neck as he raises your face to meet his breaks the chains of resistance and no matter how irritated you pretend to be, you can't resist the flirtatious attempt from the man holding you. Sighing, you reach up and wrap you arms around his neck.

"That's better. I don't like you being mad at me."

A quiet moan slips from the back of Jolly's throat, as he runs his hands down your backside, over your bottom, and lightly pushes you closer against him. The action has you bucking your hips which only encourages Jolly to squeeze your bottom a little harder.

"My offer from this morning still stands," he whispers against your ear, letting his lips fall to your cheek where he plants small, yet sensual kisses all over. Your heart begins to beat a little faster as you crack a small smile.

"I was hoping it did," you confess, rubbing your sex subtly against the erection growing against your belly.

You look up at Jolly admiring the shapes of his striking Swedish features and suddenly feel giddy. Jolly catches the faint sparkle in your eyes and his mouth twitches, giving you a half smile.

"You're shivering," he points out, running his hands up and down the sides of your arms.

Unknowingly, your teeth chatter together.

Jolly reaches down, taking the blanket Noah threw at you earlier, and wraps it around you. Instantly, the warmth spreads through your body and what it doesn't reach you find in Jolly's embrace.

"Come, sit," tugging you into his lap.

You fall into him, and he pulls your legs up, draping them over the sides of his, and holding you tightly against him. Snuggling into his chest, you take a deep breath and sigh, turning to look out over the bonfire at your friends. The four of them are happy, lost in conversation about life outside of the band and music. It's peaceful, relaxing, and for the first time in a while, you can all breathe slowly.

"Is this everything you had in mind, min älskling?" Jolly asks quietly, laying a gentle kiss on your cheek again.

"Yeah, it is," you tell him, with a slight yawn.

His hands manage to find yours somehow under the massive blanket and when they do, their fingers tangle with yours, completing the empty feeling you had.

The love you have for this man is unlike anything you've ever felt. Jolly completes you like nothing you thought ever could. And you know you do the same for him because he manages to show you every day that you mean the world to him. It's him. It's always been him.

"So, I know you and Noah have plans of running away together and all, but I was wondering if you could give me one more chance of convincing you why you should stay with me."

The tender tone of Jolly's voice has you turning around to face him, and when you do your lips almost collide. He's looking down at you with a longing in his eyes, one that is almost pleading. Something is on his mind and it's not Noah. You reach up and lay your hand against his cheek, feeling him lean into a little more as he closes his eyes for a moment and opens them just as quickly.

"You know Noah's just kidding, right? I would never, in a million years, leave you, my love," you assure him, sliding your hand around the back of his neck to bring him a little closer to you. Licking your lips, your eyes dart from his eyes to his lips then back to his eyes before placing your lips on his. The gentle way Jolly slips his tongue inside your mouth has you clenching your thighs together, and he doesn't like that. With one of his hidden hands, he forces them apart and lays it over your warmth, gripping your whole sex with just one hand, The move makes you gasp and bury your face in his shoulder.

"I know you wouldn't," he agrees with you, giving you a slight grin. "Reason number one being that this between your legs belongs to only me," dragging one of his thick fingers between your folds the best way that he can considering the fabric blocking much of his attempt. But it still feels absolutely divine.

"Yes, only yours," you mumble through a soft moan, biting your bottom lip.

"But I want to give you something, Hjärtat."

Jolly's serious now, and you catch the urgency in his voice. You look up only to find a hint of worry mixed with a little bit of fear.

"Jolly, what is it," you ask, more alert than before.

He huffs a slight laugh, dropping his head. After a few seconds, he lifts it and that's when you notice the tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. The sight makes you melt.

"My love, what is it," you ask quietly, placing your hands on the sides of his face and running your thumbs over his lips. He kisses them, then takes your hands in his own.

"I love you, you know that, right?"

His question throws you off and you frown in confusion.

"Of course I do. Jolly," you nervously laugh, having absolutely no idea where this is going, "what's going on? Why are you,"

"Marry me," he blurts out, keeping his eyes locked with yours.

You gasp, eyes growing wide as you throw your hands over your mouth.

"What?"

"Will you... marry me, please?" Jolly repeats, this time with a little more boldness.

Your heart is racing and you suddenly feel quite dizzy. Still seated comfortably in Jolly's lap, you can't hold back the tears that slip from your eyes and run down the sides of your face as you break out into a nervous chuckle.

"What? Are you sure? I mean, me? You want to marry me? I don't... I don't underst..."

Jolly shushes you by slamming his lips on yours, kissing you with so much emotion that it makes you cry a little harder.

"Just answer the question, Baby. Will you marry me? Yes or no?"

Jolly stares at you so calmly now and for the first time ever, you can actually see forever in his eyes. He's serious. He wants you. Forever.

"Yes! Yes, I will," you laugh, throwing, your arms around his neck.

Jolly scoops you up into him, holding you as tightly as possible in his arms as soft tears drip onto the skin of your neck. Now you know he loves you and feels about you, the same way you feel about him.

Retrieving something from his pocket, Jolly pulls you back and takes your left hand and separates your ring finger from the rest. He slips on it a simple silver diamond ring, nothing too big because he knows how much you hate big and flashy. It fits perfectly.

You look at one another, smiling, then just like before, you cuddle up into Jolly as he holds you tight and together you look over at the bonfire and the four guys who are now congratulating you with smiles and laughter. This is what your forever looks like, this is your home. It's perfect. And it's all yours. 

[measuredingold]

slow burn

authors note: three posts in ONE month ? who am i ? 🫣 don’t get used to this lol i’m just working on wips i’ve had for months and finally got around to finishing them ! here’s a jolly piece i’ve been working on since… december i think ? lost inspo and then finished it earlier this week :) as always, enjoy and feedback is appreciated ! titled from slow burn by kacey musgraves

pairing: joakim karlsson x reader

cross-posted on ao3

word count: 4.1k

cw/tw: friends to lovers, feelings realization/confessions ( kind of ), jolly is sort of bad at feelings lol, pushy bartender makes reader uncomfy, drinking, ~kissing~, jolly is jealous lol, 18+ minors dni

"Your face is gonna get stuck like that if you don't stop."

Noah's words pull Jolly out of his thoughts, the older flickering his gaze towards his friend. Noah looks smug, lips curled slightly as his eyes glint playfully and all Jolly can do is scoff, rolling his own.

"Fuck off." The Swede mutters, gaze falling back onto you.

Noah hums, "Dude, seriously. You look like you're trying to blow that guy up with your mind."

"Maybe I am." Jolly's quick to respond, eyes cutting towards Noah again before going back to you.

He watches you laugh and he wishes he could hear it from where he's sitting, in the corner on the other side of the bar. He pretends that he does, that sweet little laugh you did when something's actually funny. He can even see the way your eyes crinkle at the sides, nose scrunching as your laughter fills the air. A scowl makes its way back to Jolly's face as he watches you and the bartender continue to chat it up.

"You know what would fix all of this?" Noah sounds closer and Jolly turns his head, seeing the boy had moved his chair closer to Jolly's, throwing his arm around the back of it. "If you just told her that you want to kiss her."

Jolly's eyes narrow. "Can you please shut the fuck up?"

"Dude." It's Noah's turn to roll his eyes. "If you just... I don't know," His arm that's not resting against Jolly's chair moves in front of him, "tell her how you feel, maybe she'd be laughing at your jokes like that."

"She laughs at my jokes." Jolly mutters, almost to himself, peeling his eyes away from his friend. He tries not to look your way, seriously, but he always seems to find you first in a crowd. You're finally walking away from the bar, carefully holding yours and Noah's drinks. "Why did you make her go up by herself? You should've gone."

"She offered!" Noah's quick to defend himself. "She literally got up before I could even stop her, I didn't make her do shit."

Jolly brings his beer up to his mouth to try and hide the smirk that's currently residing there, eyes on you as you finally make your way back to the table.

You had been one of the first people he met out in Los Angeles, through Noah of course because the guy just seemed to fucking know everyone. It's called networking, dude, he would say. Jolly scoffs at the memory before giving you a smile when you sit down, sliding Noah's drink towards him.

"There you are, my good sir." You say, putting on some kind of accent that Jolly thinks is supposed to be British, and he doesn't have the heart to tell you that it's nowhere close.

"Why thank you, m'lady." Noah responds in the same fashion, voice dipping deeper. Something inside Jolly turns when you laugh at the other boy. "Next rounds on me."

You open your mouth to argue, both of them are sure of that, and Noah holds a hand up towards you, eyes narrowing. "No arguing. Jolly just bit my fuckin' head off for making you go up there by yourself, when I didn't even do that."

Jolly groans. "I did not bite your head off."

"Don't listen to him. He was fucking vicious."

You laugh again, much louder this time, and Jolly swears his entire face flushes just from the sound alone.

"Now, why would you do that, Joakim?"

He's always loved the way his name rolled off your tongue, all sweet and soft. Almost like you were made to say it. He takes another sip of his beer, more so to try and hide the smile that's threatening to form and shrugs his shoulders.

"I didn't do anything. Noah's a fucking liar."

Another laugh pulls from you and Jolly lets himself smile now. He hears Noah scoff beside him and knows the younger boy is probably rolling his eyes, slumping back in his seat because he's too goddamn dramatic for his own good.

"Sounds like him." You say, finally picking your own drink up to take a sip. You fall back against your chair, eyes moving between both Jolly and Noah. "He's always been a liar."

"A shit one at that." Jolly remarks, and you laugh again. Pride fills his chest.

See. I make her laugh, Noah.

"I am literally still right here." Noah grumbles and Jolly finally looks at his friend and sees the small curl of his lips to indicate he wasn't actually mad about the teasing. "You're being assholes to the guy who said he'd buy your next drinks."

"My apologies, man." Jolly raises his glass in a cheer before bringing it back to his lips, taking another drink. "Remind me to be an asshole after you get us our drinks."

Noah rolls his eyes and throws up his middle finger, and Jolly tosses his head back in laughter.

The night goes off as it normally would, fucking around with each other, jamming along to whatever song is playing on the speakers around them. Every now and then Jolly would catch you looking at him, and he swore he noticed a slight twinge of color on your cheeks every time he caught you before you quickly looked away. It happens for the fourth time when Noah finally gets up to get you all another round of drinks, and this time Jolly decides to test the waters.

"What?"

Your eyes widen. "Huh?"

"You keep staring." He tries to act cool, passing it off as no big deal as his arms cross over his chest, and he tries to ignore his rapidly beating heart. "Is there something on my face?"

"No."

"Hm." He hums to himself, head tilting. "Just like looking at me?"

That catches you off guard and he grins to himself when he sees your cheeks flush, turning your head away from him to try and hide.

"You're so full of yourself, Joakim."

"Maybe... but you haven't denied it."

You face him again, the slight twinge of color still on your cheeks as your eyes meet. You smile, soft and small and it has Jolly's heart wanting to explode with... whatever it was he was feeling.

"And what if I do?"

That stuns him into silence but only for a moment, eyes never leaving yours. His lips twitch but he tries to suppress the smile that so desperately wants to stretch across his face, flicking his gaze off to the side.

"Well..." He clicks his tongue before gazing at you once again. "I don't blame you."

You raise a brow. "Hm?"

He shrugs then motions to himself. "I'm very handsome. I'm sure you're not the only one who likes to stare."

"Jesus," You roll your eyes but you're laughing, and he finally lets himself smile. "You really are full of yourself."

"Maybe I am." He reaches for his almost beer, taking one more swig of it before placing it back on the table. "But you like it."

The flush on your cheeks and the confused expression on Noah's face once he returned was very well worth it.

"What's going on here?" Noah questions, handing Jolly's beer to him.

"Nothing." You reply quickly, clearing your throat. You glance at him briefly before focusing your gaze on Noah. "Jolly being Jolly."

"That could mean many, many things." Noah sits back down, sliding your drink towards you before looking at Jolly. "What'd you do?"

Jolly shrugs but says nothing, bringing the new bottle of beer up to his lips, taking a long sip. Both you and Noah stare at him, Noah even more confused than before and your eyes narrowed playfully, causing Jolly to chuckle to himself.

"Ooo-kay." Noah drags out his words, not looking convinced one bit.

"Jesus." You sputter out after taking a sip of your drink, face scrunched up in disgust. "What the fuck did you get me, Noah?"

"A vodka redbull?"

"Are you sure?" You push your drink towards him and he takes it easily, bringing it to his lips and taking a sip.

"Holy shit." He coughs, pushing the drink away from him. "What the fuck is that?"

"That's why I'm asking you!"

"Listen. I ordered a vodka redbull. Your bartender boy is the one who made it so he's the one who fucked up. Take it up with him."

Jolly internally groans at the mention of the bartender from earlier, and rolls his eyes, bringing his beer back up to his lips and taking another long sip.

Of course he fucked it up. Not shocking at all.

"I'm going to." You grumble, staring down at the drink in front of you with extreme distaste. "I can't believe you paid for this."

"What was I supposed to do, drink it?”

"Yes." Both you and Jolly say in unison, casting each other amused glances.

"Unbelievable." Noah grumbles, slumping back against his chair. "Can’t believe you’re being mean to the guy who willingly bought you drinks.”

"You poor baby. How will you ever survive?" Noah grumbles something low under his breath, arms crossing over his chest. You snort before turning your focus on Jolly, eyes softening. "I'm gonna go get whatever the fuck this is fixed. I'll be back."

He nods, lips pressed into a straight line as he watches you walk back up to the bar. His eyes narrow when he notices the bartender find you immediately, a smug smirk sliding onto his lips. Jolly frowns as the realization dawns on him.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Jolly all but groans before throwing his drink back, taking another nice, long sip.

"What?" Noah's no longer pouting, looking between him and the bar. "What's going on?"

"He did this on purpose, dude." He grumbles, gaze planted on you and the overly flirty bartender. "Knew what she was drinking. Made it shitty so she'd have to come back up there and talk to him."

"Shit." Noah nods to himself, bringing his drink to his lips. “…That's kind of smart when you think about it."

Jolly shoots him a glare.

"What? I'm right!" Noah exclaims. "Fuck up a pretty girls drink so bad she has to come back up and get it fixed, meaning she has to talk to you again? That's smart!"

"And fucking weird." Jolly grumbles, moving his glare away from Noah and back up to the bar.

His fingers tighten around the glass bottle in his hands as you laugh again at something the bartender says, internally rolling his eyes. He's probably not even that funny, he thinks to himself.

He hated that he was jealous. He didn't really have any reason to be, or any right for that matter, because you were just friends. Sure, maybe Noah was right when saying he should just get over it and tell you how he felt, but he can't. Not yet, at least.

Or ever.

Pushing the thought to the back of his mind for the unforeseeable future, he watches you carefully. His fingers tighten around his bottle again when he notices the very second your body language changes at whatever bartender boy is saying to you. Your shoulders stiffen and he can see your brows furrowing, lips dipping into a frown. He definitely just said something you definitely didn't like.

"Uh oh." Noah seems to have noticed as well. "Someone is not happy."

"You think?" Jolly grumbles but his eyes never leave you, glaring at the bartender who leans over the table closer to you.

Everything inside him is telling him to get up and go to you but he keeps himself seated. You can take care of yourself, you don't need him to protect you. You've told him and the boys countless times that you can handle yourself - and you can. He can't help it, though, especially when you take a step back when the bartender tries to reach for your hand, your head shaking.

Fuck that.

He ignores Noah's warning, telling him to let you handle it because he knows you’re capable. He can already hear you calling the bartender out halfway to you but his feet move without much thought. You don't notice him at first, but the bartender does, and the way his eyes narrow at Jolly has him giving the guy a scowl right back, placing his hand on your lower back.

"Hey," He says softly, letting his presence be known. You jump but relax when you see that it's him, relief washing over your face. "Everything alright?"

"Just making her a drink, man."

"I wasn't talking to you." Jolly's response is quick and he doesn't care if he sounds rude, throwing the bartender the fakest smile he can muster before focusing back on you, arm coming up to wrap around your shoulder. "You good?"

Your eyes flick between Jolly and the bartender. "Yeah. I'm good."

"You sure?" He presses. "You didn't look too happy. Decided I should come up here and see what's up."

"Hey man-"

"I thought you were making her a drink?" Jolly tilts his head, feigning innocent curiosity. The others eyes widen, having been taken aback by his words before he frowns, reaching for your now forgotten drink. "Thanks."

"Jolly."

He thinks he's pissed you off, been a bit too rude to your bartender boy, but when he looks at you again you're fighting off a grin.

"What?"

"You're an asshole." You all but sigh out, losing the fight as your lips stretch into a grin.

He can't help but grin down at you, eyes scanning over your face to double check that you weren't upset with him before squeezing your shoulder.

"You love it."

You go to say something but stop when someone clears their throat, the bartender sliding your newly made drink towards you. Jolly lazily moves his gaze back to him, giving him the most unamused look, but his focus isn't on him.

"So, like I was saying before we got interrupted," Jolly doesn't miss the sideways glance the bartender gives him before eyes locking on you again, giving you the sleaziest grin that has Jolly cringing, "in exchange for fixing your drink, why don't you give me that number of yours?"

"Seriously?" Jolly's mouth was moving, but it was you who beat him to the punch. He looks down at you and he has to hold back a laugh as you glare at the bartender in front of you, brows furrowed in disgust. "You fucked with my drink on purpose, dude."

"Yeah, but it was to get you to talk to me again." The guy shrugs as if it's the most obvious thing and Jolly can't help but roll his eyes at him, internally groaning to himself. "Plus, I fixed the drink for free. I think I should be owed something since I didn't make you pay."

"That's fucking weird, man." Jolly finally speaks up, anger washing over him. This dude can't be fucking serious? "She doesn't owe you shit, especially because you fucked it up on purpose."

"This has nothing to do with you."

"I don't give a fuck if it has anything to do with me, you're a fucking creep-"

"Oh, fuck you, man-"

"Stop." Your voice pulls Jolly away from the bartender, casting you a glance. You give him a small, tight-lipped smile before cutting your gaze back to the other, eyes narrowing. "He's right. I don't owe you shit, and the fact that you think I do tells me everything I need to know. Thanks, but no thanks. I’m not interested.”

The guy's jaw twitches and Jolly thinks for a split second he's going to do something rash and he can't help himself from dropping his arm from your shoulder and gently pushing you back. He slips between you and the bar, two barriers to keep you away from this guy. Jolly doesn't avert his gaze from the man in front of him until the bartender sighs, eyes rolling.

"Not even worth it," Jolly swears he hears the bartender grumble under his breath before their eyes lock again. "If you're not going to take the drink, then it's probably time for you guys to leave."

Jolly's eyes narrow. "Are you seriously kicking us out because she doesn't want to give you her fucking number? That's path-"

The bartender looks like he's about to cut him off, and Jolly genuinely wishes he does because he's just dying to rip this guy a new one, but he feels your hand on his back and another presence beside him.

"Everything alright?"

Noah's presence pulls Jolly out of the angry fog that was clouding his mind, head turning to stare at his friend. His expression was hard as his eyes flicked between him, the bartender and you and the bartender's arms crossed over his chest, his angry expression faltering for just a moment.

"Nothing." You say quickly, hand reaching out to circle around Jolly's wrist now. "We were just leaving, actually."

Noah's hard expression was changed to one of confusion, looking down at you with a raised brow. "Really?"

"Yes. Let's go."

With one more glare casted towards the bartender, Jolly let you drag him out of the bar. He ignored the glances from the other people inside, not really caring that anyone saw that. He's actually glad people did and hoped someone recognized that bartender for the fucking creep he is and-

"Jolly."

Your voice catches him off guard and he blinks, staring down at you. You were outside now on the curb and he glanced to his side to find Noah tapping away on his phone, presumably ordering an uber for the three of you. He blinks again and stares down at you once more, a sigh slipping from his lips.

"What?"

"You didn't have to do that."

"Do what?"

"Don't piss me off." You gave him an unamused look, lips pressed in a straight line. "I could've handled it."

"I know." And he does. "I was just making sure you were alright. That’s what friends do.”

You pause, eyeing Jolly. He feels like his skin is on fucking fire under your gaze and does his best to look anywhere but you.

"Joakim," Your voice is soft as you step closer to him, arms crossing over your chest. "Why'd you really do that?"

“I already told you-“

“Were you jealous?”

Your question stuns him and he can only stare down at you. Of course he was jealous. What else would he be? He can’t admit that, though. He was also your friend above all else, though, and seeing that dude make you uncomfortable was the last straw for him.

“Why’d you-“

"Dude." He cuts you off, pinching the bridge of his nose. He doesn't know if it's the anger bubbling through his veins from that interaction, or maybe because Noah's words are still swirling around his mind, but his mouth moves before he thinks twice about it. "You fucking know why."

There's another long pause.

The air shifts between the two of you and Jolly can hear Noah off to the side, shuffling his feet, trying to act like he's not eavesdropping on this conversation when he so obviously is. Your eyes are still on him, he knows that much, and he spares a glance down at you. Your gaze is much softer than before, arms still crossed over your chest, and he swears he sees a hint of a smile on your lips.

"Actually, I don't fucking know why you were a dick to him. Please enlighten me."

Jolly groans. "Dude."

"Dude." You mimic his voice, the smile playing on your lips only growing more and Jolly can't stop his own from forming.

"You know why." His voice drops, much quieter than before, and he finds himself almost feeling... shy? "Don't make me say it, okay?"

Noah clears his throat from beside him, coughing out a quiet, "Say it."

Jolly shoots a glare towards his friend and Noah looks anywhere but him, turning his back to stare at the brick wall of the bar. He rolls his eyes before focusing back on you, your head tilting with a playful grin.

"I think you should take your friend's advice." You take another step closer to him, the tips of your shoes touching now. "Say it."

"I can't."

And it's true. He doesn't think he can. At least not here, with Noah beside him. He thinks it's because he doesn't want to prove the male right. He'll be damned if he boosts Noah's already inflated ego. Another part of him knows that he would rather do it with just the two of you. Privacy, not in the open on the curb of some fucking bar you got kicked out of because the bartender was a creep.

"Why not?"

"Because it's hard." He tilts his head to where Noah's standing, back still turned but most definitely listening in. "Plus, he's right there listening like a creep. Can't boost that ego of his for being right."

"And what is he right about?"

He lets out a soft sigh of your name before saying, "Don't make me say it."

"Okay." Disappointment flashes across your face and Jolly's heart drops for a split second before you speak again, "Show me, then."

"...Show you?"

"Yeah. Show me. Since you can't say it."

His eyes lock with yours, searching for some kind of answer. You can't be asking for that. If it's what Jolly's thinking. Another beat of silence passes and Jolly's eyes drop to your lips quickly before dragging back up your face, but you definitely caught him.

"Are you sure?"

It's probably a dumb thing to ask, he knows, but he can't help it. He needs to know you're sure, one hundred percent positive before he does something that will change the trajectory of your friendship forever. This time it's your eyes that drop to his lips and he definitely doesn't miss the way your tongue darts out, swiping across your bottom lip before your gaze locks with his again.

"Yes. I'm sure."

Jolly could do two things right about now. He could run, like his body is yelling at him to do. Go on like nothing happened and possibly ruin whatever it is the two of you have going on. Or he could just do it. Say fuck it, listen to his mind for once, and right now his mind is screaming about how bad he wants to fucking kiss you.

His eyes search yours one more time, and the way you're staring at him, eyes begging, has his hand reaching up to cup your cheek. Fuck it.

He hears you suck in a deep breath, hand reaching up to circle around his wrist to keep his hand there. He chuckles quietly at the feeling of your shaky fingers against his skin and he's glad to know he's not the only one nervous here before dipping his head, lips pressing to yours gently. He keeps it short and simple, not exactly wanting to kiss you the way he's been dreaming of out of this corner. He can tell you don't mind with the way your fingers tighten around his wrist, sighing softly against his lips.

He pulls back moments later and watches your eyes flutter open, a small, satisfied grin settling on your lips.

"Oh." You breathe out, biting down on your bottom lip to contain the smile beginning to form.

Jolly doesn't know what comes over him but the urge to kiss you soars, his chest warming at the thought and he finds himself leaning back in. Your lips don't connect, though, a loud honking from the street causing the two of you to jump apart.

"Ubers here." Noah's already making his way to the Uber and Jolly hears him asking for the driver's name before he finally glances his way. "Keep your hands to yourselves the entire ride, please. I don't want to be traumatized."

"Fuck you, Noah." Both you and Jolly say in unison.

You give each other a look before bursting out into laughter, especially at the not amused look Noah is giving you. He grumbles something before getting into the car and you tug at Jolly's wrist, your fingers still attached to him.

"Let's go."

The smile you give him almost knocks the breath right out of him. He lets you drag him to the car and the three of you cram into the backseat, Noah whining about how he's already squished and how unfair it is. Jolly only grins from beside you when you start to bicker with Noah, his hand coming down to rest on your thigh. You don't stop speaking but your hand does come down to his, fingers lacing with his own.

Jolly turns his head to look out the window, hiding his smile.

[breakcut]

Nea Karlsson / @street-artists has joined the game:

"Yo Feng! Got some spray cans and booze. Wanna deface a realm with me? If not im down to chill."

A curious grin spreads across Min's face at the other's request. She had been a bit of a hellion before the entity took her into the fog, but she hadn't made graffiti. "I've never really tagged anything before, but..."

She tucks her hair behind her ear, revealing a hand-rolled cigarette, cultivated by the fog's "finest flora" she could find, thanks to Claudette. Removing it from it's place on her ear, she pulls a "Laser Bears" custom lighter from her shorts pocket. "I just need a little," she cuts herself off with a giggle. "Herbal inspiration."

Before she lights the end, she extends her hand to the other in offering. After all, sharing is caring, right? "Want the first hit?"

[cowpokeomens]

absolution

Pairing: Pastor!Joakim "Jolly" Karlsson x fem!reader

Word Count: 5.3k

Warnings: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!! A looot of references to religion (it all takes place in a church, so), smut smut smut (p-in-v) I'm including dubcon bc consent is weird with power dynamics, age gaps (10 yr) (everyone is of legal age though!!), some body horror stuff, power imbalance, I think that's all but if you come across something that I missed please reach out so I can tag accordingly!!! Love u bye!!!

A/N: This was really cathartic to write lmao I have a sprinkling of Religious Trauma and this helped me work through some of those feelings in my own weird horny way. It is porn, please don't start expecting me to be some kinda respectable writer with plotlines or whatever. PLEASE HEED THE TAGS. Okay enjoy!!!!

The guilt of it is eating you alive. 

The pressure between your legs- the raw, empty ache that plagues you day in and day out. Sitting on your pew, you are once again swept away by long, glossy hair and inked knuckles, turning sacred pages of a holy book that can do nothing to hold your attention at this moment.

What an impression of Christ he makes, you think to yourself, sounding hypnotized even in your internal monologue. 

He arrived when you were 19, to your small town, to your even smaller church. The rest of the folks in town think your congregation is too… fanatical. You can’t imagine a world in which someone could be over-zealous for the word of God, and even so, Pastor Karlsson had done a lot to level the congregation out. 

He was a divorcee, not by his choice, he has said. He was only 29 when he first rolled into town, funny accent and even funnier sounding name causing immediate distrust in your tight-knit community.

But God, did he have a testimony. Sex, drugs, rock ‘n roll, the tattoos adorning his body told you the story better than those gaudy stained glass windows in the snobby Catholic churches ever could. A lecherous lifestyle with a woman who didn’t love him, not really - not the way you do. He had humbled himself to you all, and you gladly let him in. He was made a pillar in your community - he became a leader to the congregation.

Which is why you always suppressed your feelings, putting them in a locked sarcophagus and hurling it to the far recesses of your mind. You will not be the thing that tries to come between him and the Lord.

You look up at him as he speaks, standing at the pulpit and wielding the word of God like the Archangel Michael who so valiantly struck down Satan. He who is made in God’s image; Had it not been for your utter devotion to the Lord, you would have wondered if he could sin at all.

But you knew better. Everyone carried their own sins. You had heard stories of husbands and wives who idolized each other so much that they left the church altogether. Your heart broke at the thought of leaving God’s light to worship something as sinful as human flesh, couldn’t imagine risking an eternity of paradise for what would one day be dust. 

Not that you’d know, of course. You’d never felt the touch of a man outside of when Pastor Karlsson baptized you the day before your 21st birthday. It had been fuel for weeks, his gentle hand on your back, guiding you underneath the water of the river that ran out behind the church. You had stuffed yourself full of your own fingers that night, stuffed your mouth full of bed linens so that no one would hear how you came undone at the mere thought of him. 

Perhaps you are the lecherous one, after all. Though you can’t help but think that God has given you Pastor Karlsson on purpose, as a test of your faith. A test that you believed you were passing, for the most part. You haven’t missed a Sunday sermon since you caught the flu in 2021, and even so, you watched the livestreams on Facebook. You keep your nose in your Bible, and ignore the clench in your gut when he tells you good morning. 

This morning is different. 

This morning is worse. 

You just come off of your period- disgusting and uncomfortable as it was, you are thankful it was over and you can enjoy the rest of your June in peace. But it lingers under your skin, an itch that can’t be scratched. Your emotions are raw, and you burst into tears twice this week, unprompted. Worst of all is the ache. 

You didn’t know you could feel so empty. It claws at your insides like a caged beast, mockingly calling in the voice of Moloch himself, “Fill me up, fill me up.”

You threw yourself headfirst into your studies; you reviewed Ecclesiastes as a way to ground yourself, to remind yourself that this was a temporary feeling, and would pale in comparison to the absolution of Heaven. 

Still, sitting in your pew, you felt the hunger gnashing at you, gnawing at your throat. It was overwhelming, all-consuming. You stutter through your hymnal, barely reading half the words. Your mother keeps giving you concerned looks, your father aloof as ever. Halfway through the sermon, she hisses in your ear, “What is the matter with you?” 

You blink up at her, wide-eyed, and stammer out a “I - I don’t know. I feel… weird.” 

She purses her lips, but says nothing, turning back to Pastor Karlsson in the pulpit. 

You pass the time in silence, feeling itchy and hot, until the sermon concludes, and everyone makes a mass exodus to the dirt lot where their cars are parked.

“Hold on.” Your mother stops you as you begin exiting your pew. 

She walks over and, to your utter horror, greets Pastor Karlsson, pulling him aside and speaking to him in hushed tones. He nods once, glancing at you, then nods again as she steps away. She looks grateful, patting his shoulder in that way that mothers do. 

He looks at you then, and his full attention is enough to make you combust. Suddenly your dress is too tight on your chest, your breasts straining with every breath against the linen that encases you. Your bones itch, but your hands stay resolutely tucked into your sides, your Bible held against your chest.

You’re so busy focusing on breathing that you don’t realize he’s walking towards you until he’s right in front of you, smiling warmly while greeting you by name. Your mother is by his side, looking at you in such a way that tells you she had something to do with this interaction. 

“Darling, Pastor Karlsson here wants a word with you. He even said he’d give you a ride back to the house! I’ll set aside a plate for you at home, you two take your time here.” She was smiling in a way that made all of her teeth visible, like a snarling animal. A lead brick settles in your stomach at the expression as you look up at Pastor Karlsson.

He was so tall, you think as you peer up at him. Dark eyes meet yours, making your gaze flicker away to something else- anything else to avoid the intensity you find there. Looking directly into his eyes was like looking into the maw of a starving beast- you weren’t brave enough to even consider it.

Your mother departs with a final “Wonderful sermon, Joakim, thank you!” Flashing one of her pageant smiles at him - one she’s never given your father - as she goes. 

He nods politely, murmuring a quiet, “All the glory to God.” before turning back to you. He gives you a thoughtful look before he speaks again.

“Your mother is concerned about you.” His tone was not accusatory or pointed, just repeating facts. 

You inhale shakily. “Yeah, I feel kind of weird today.” Admitting to such a thing is not a lie - you do feel weird today. 

He nods, as if understanding. Then, “Would you like to speak in my office? I have to pick up a few things, then we can head out.”

The thought of being in an enclosed space with him made you almost pass out, but you persevere, giving a meek nod as you follow him out of the sanctuary.

It was a short walk from the sanctuary to his office, your church is small, even among small churches. You love its modesty; It is a far cry from the towering spires and flying buttresses you saw in your history books back in school, but it has a self-effacing quality that makes it approachable to people from all walks of life. 

The walls are painted white, though slightly yellowed with age. Dark wood lines the floor, blue carpet cushioning your steps as you walk. There aren’t many windows - it was built for insulation, not sight-seeing, after all. Crosses hang sporadically throughout the hallways, some wooden, carved by members, others purchased at a discount at the craft stores a few towns over. 

His office is a glorified coat closet, something the elders threw together haphazardly when God called him to serve. It fit a desk, a desktop computer that was older than dirt, and two chairs, one on either side of the desk. The carpet is green, the walls beige, and you have always thought it is an entirely unbecoming space for such a Godly man. It’s a good thing he was humble; God opposes the proud but shows favor to the humble, you think, almost bitterly, as he sits down in the chair by the computer. You make a mental note to work on your own humility as you sit down in the chair opposite him. 

“So, what’s got you feeling weird?” He asks with a small smile, putting his elbows on the desk and lacing his fingers together. His hair falls over his shoulders with the movement, cascading down in a curtain of silk. You remind yourself to breathe. 

Stammering, you try to explain yourself. “I’m- I’m not sure, Pastor Karlsson-”

“Joakim.” He interrupts you gently. 

You blink at him, confusion evident in your face. He must find something about the expression amusing, because he’s smiling softly and continuing, “You can call me Joakim. We’re both grown-ups here.”

You swallow loudly, the sound all but ricochets in the stillness of the room. “R-right. I’m not really sure why I feel so weird. I just had a really hard time focusing today.” You suddenly realize what you’ve said, correcting yourself quickly. “Not that the sermon wasn’t good! Your sermons are always wonderful, Pastor Karls - Joakim.” 

He’s smiling broadly now, clearly entertained by your flailing. “It’s okay, käresta, I understand what you mean." A pause, then he lowers his hands. "Is there something on your mind specifically? Something that’s preventing you from focusing?”

You go still, scared to breathe too fully, lest it give you away. Your eyes slide to the ground, teeth coming out to gnaw at your lip. You can feel your heart racing in your throat- the throbbing sensation makes you wonder if you’ll actually vomit from anxiety. You freeze further when Joakim places a hand on your arm, gently.

His voice is barely audible when he whispers, “Hey, it’s okay. We all have our sins, and sin is sin -”

“- Is sin.” You finish for him, sounding unconvinced. You take a deep breath, then redirect your gaze back to him. His eyes are soft with concern, mouth pulled into the faintest frown. Hating to imagine you’re the reason he’s so upset, you blurt out before you can even process your words.

“I’ve been having lustful thoughts about a man in the congregation.” Once the words have been said, you fight the urge to grab them clean out of the air and stuff them back into your mouth. 

The hand on your arm tenses for half a second, then relaxes again. “Okay.” He begins calmly, pulling his hand back to the table. You resist the urge to whimper at the loss of contact. “I can see where your concern is coming from. Is this man married?”

There were only so many unmarried men in the congregation; it would be an easy elimination if you were truthful. But... You were already coming clean about one sin, no need to add on others, you reasoned. Shaking your head in a negative, you give a meek, “No, he’s not.”

Joakim nods thoughtfully, staying silent for a moment. You can all but see the gears turning in his mind, deducing who it could be. You wonder if he lists himself amongst the unmarried men- or if he is courting some woman, unbeknownst to you all. No, your mind fired at you venomously. He is not the sort of man to slink around in the shadows. 

Finally, he spoke. “While lust is never something to give full rein to, it is understandable, biologically speaking.” Upon seeing your confusion, he offers another soft smile, continuing. “You’re at an age where your body wants you to have children. It is what God made you for, it’s only natural that someone as devoted as you are would respond strongly to His plan. You’re not doing anything wrong, käresta.”

Relief floods your body, making your shoulders sag at the loss of tension. You aren’t doing anything wrong, Joakim even told you so. But that makes you wonder- is there anything you should be doing? You’re about to ask when he speaks again. 

“I’ve been wanting to speak with you privately for a while now.” He huffs a small laugh. “It seems the Lord thought today would be a good time, so it shall be.” 

You straighten your shoulders, sitting up, wanting to make sure he knows he has your full attention. Looking at him fully, you’re not surprised why your body is so responsive to him. He’s so handsome, even with the shadow of dark stubble on his face. You wonder what keeps him up at night, which chapters he gets stuck on for days before clarity dawns on him. It’s no mystery why your body is putting thoughts of lust in your mind; he’s the sort of man who would make a wonderful father. 

You cut off that train of thought, needing to focus on the present moment. He needs your full attention for whatever he’s going to say next. 

“The Lord has been communicating with me for some months now, on the topic of finding a wife.” You both take deep breaths, though for different reasons, you imagine. “You’ve heard my testimony on my previous marriage, so I don’t need to emphasize how much I’ve prayed about this.”

Your heart breaks, shatters, combusts into nothing but ash at his words. The Lord wants him to find a wife, and it sounds like he has someone in mind. You swallow the lump of bile in your throat, trying to listen to his next words as your guts fight the natural inclination to stay in your body.

“I’ve spoken to God a lot, the last few months- even by pastor standards.” The playful smile he gives you feels like a knife twisting in your chest. “And if I’m understanding his message correctly, I believe God wants me to court you.”

You’re so busy wallowing that you don’t understand what he’s said at first. The words sink in slowly, like the drip of an IV into your veins. When you think you understand, you manage a, “What?”

He chuckles, not a degrading sound, rather like he understands your confusion. “I know, it seems sudden, but I’ve been speaking to the Lord about this for many months, and-”

“Oh my goodness.” You interrupt as realization hits you like a freight train. “No - I know. I know. Because God has been speaking to me, too.”

Joakim’s brow furrows at you, and it feels nice to not be the confused one for once. 

You continue, looking up at him shyly. “The… lustful thoughts I’ve been having, they-” You pause, building up your courage. “They’re about you.” 

He’s frozen, mouth slightly agape as he processes your confession. His head tilts to the side slightly, eyes darker than usual as he asks, “You’ve been having lustful thoughts about… me?”

You nod, cheeks tinged pink. “When you’re in the pulpit - I try to focus, I really do, but my mind wanders to… other things.” 

You should be embarrassed, should be ashamed of admitting something so unbecoming. But the comfort of this being God’s plan washes away any ill regards you have about the situation; this is what He has always intended. 

“Other things?” He echoes, eyes focused on you intensely. His voice is hushed, only loud enough for the two of you to hear. “Like what?”

Your blush deepens at his inquiry. “Well, it’s more of a feeling than an exact thought…”

He’s leaning forward now, all but hanging over his desk at your words. He looks hungry, you realize suddenly; Like he’d seen firsthand the famine in Canaan, pupils blown wide, mouth open, breathing slowly. “A feeling?” He prompts.

Nodding, you find yourself leaning forward too, almost desperate to close the gap between you both. You can feel the dust in the air, hear the quiet electric hum of his old desktop computer. Your breath is coming too loudly, it ricochets off the walls around you both. “It feels like an ache.” You explain, sounding hoarse. “It feels like an emptiness.” 

He takes a shaky breath, pushing himself back from his desk in a controlled motion. Standing up, he makes his way around the desk to stand in front of you, one of his calloused hands guiding your chin up to look at him. 

“Do you want me to help you - with the emptiness? The ache?” He questions, eyes boring into yours. 

The thought of it makes your thighs clench together, and the feeling is so delicious that you almost vocalize it. Your mouth is dry, but you feel wetness gathering in your cotton panties already. You almost forget to respond, nodding and breathing out, “Yes, please.”

“Always so well-mannered.” He praises, making you feel warm. You would do just about anything for him to keep going.

The hand on your jaw guides you upward until you’re standing in front of him. You’re not touching, but you can feel the heat emanating from his body, feel the way the air vibrates between you. His eyes travel down to your lips, back up to your eyes, then down to your lips again. 

“Have you ever kissed a boy, lillis?” He asks, eyes half-lidded and voice quiet.

You shake your head, a tiny movement. “No.” You pause, then decide to continue. “I wanted to save myself.”

His inhale is sharp, deep. “Such a good girl.” The words light a fire in your belly, and the familiar gnawing is back, worse than ever before. You shift on your feet, subconsciously searching for any kind of friction. He picks up on the movement. 

“Do you feel empty, now? Are you desolate?” You can feel where his breath hits your face. If you tilted your head right, your lips would meet. The clothes you’re wearing feel itchy - too tight, too rough.  

You can’t speak, so you nod “yes.” His eyes run down your figure, back up again to your lips. 

“Show me where.” Is his only command. You can’t read his expression fully, features arranged into careful neutrality. The spark in his eyes seemed to hint at desperation, though.

Your face is probably the color of a sun-ripened tomato, but you do as he says, grabbing his free hand, guiding it between your legs. His fingers curl up through your skirt, cupping your mound. Your eyelids flutter shut at the contact, hands coming up to rest against his chest to steady yourself. Heartbeat racing, you don’t think there could be anything better than the feeling of what’s happening right now.

“Here? Is this where you feel empty?” His lips move against your cheek, breath fanning across your ear, making you shiver.

You blink several times, trying to clear your head. “Joakim, please.” Is all you can muster, fingers gripping at his shirt. 

You can feel him sag against you as his lips crash into yours. You’re not completely sure of what to do, allowing him to guide your lips open, licking into your mouth. You hear yourself groaning into the kiss, crowding impossibly closer until your bodies are pressed against each other fully. 

He breaks the embrace to place wet, open-mouthed kisses along your jaw, down your neck. The feeling is euphoric, making your hips buck into his without conscious decision.

Hands run down your sides, coming up again underneath your dress skirt to grip at the backs of your thighs, yanking you forward with such force that you almost topple over. His left hand is at your back in an instant, holding you steady before unzipping the back of your dress in a swift motion. 

The material pools around your front, hanging loosely until you pry it off, happy to be rid of the too-rough fabric at last. His lips are back on yours in an instant, one hand gripping the back of your neck while the other kneads the flesh of your breast through your bra. 

You outright moan at the feeling, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip as your mouth opens to let the sound out. He works a knee between your legs, rubbing the meaty flesh of his thigh against your core in such a way that has you seeing spots in your vision. Fingers curling into claws where they grip onto his shoulders, you grind down onto his leg, an animalistic snarl escaping you as you do so. 

You know this feeling; Though it’s a sin to give into lust, you’ve made yourself climax before, silently, long after everyone had laid down to rest at night. This is so much more, though - you feel as though someone has soaked you in gasoline and laid a lit match to your flesh. Nothing could have torn you from the carnal desire you felt, being entwined with Joakim like this. You want to take turns ripping each other apart, severing limbs and gluing them back together until you have both been remade in His image. You want to bite and gnaw and lick until you taste blood, to soothe the worried skin with soft whispers and softer hands. Dragged to Hell and back, nailed to a cross and left to rot, rising from the dead with such vigor that Lazarus would envy you - you wanted it all, so long as this moment didn’t end.

“Joakim - I, I -” You choke out, eyes focusing on his, foreheads pressed together.

“Good girl, give it to me, everything you’ve got.” He urged you, the hand on your neck coming down against your hip, ushering your pelvis against his thigh. 

Burying your head in his chest, you climax with a wanton moan, body shuddering through the shockwaves of it. Your breathing is labored, vision blurry from clenching your eyes shut so tightly.

He’s gently prying you off his leg then, maneuvering your positions until you find yourself face-down on his desk. Using a knee, he nudges your knees apart until he fits comfortably between them. The new angle has you feeling vulnerable, visible, licentious. 

You don’t have time to dwell on the feeling, because suddenly his fingers are playing with your folds through your ruined panties. Your knees almost buckle at the stimulation, so sensitive it almost hurts. Gripping the other side of the desk to hold yourself upright, you do your very best to stay still as he explores your body. 

Two fingers hook into the side of your panties, moving them to the side. You know he can see everything like this, and while part of you is screaming at the debauchery of it, another, louder part of you hopes he likes what he sees. You’re fighting the urge to sneak a glance at him when the two fingers that moved your panties aside are thrust deep into your core. 

You let out a howl that could rival a rabid dog, nails scraping against the wooden laminate of the desk as your hands clench into fists. He’s curling his fingers inside you slowly, and you can feel every millimeter of it. A string of drool escapes your open mouth, cascading down into a puddle on a stack of prayer requests from this morning’s sermon. 

“That’s it, so good, just take it, lillis.” He murmurs, fingers still unfurling deep inside you. 

You don’t know that you can do anything but take it. His fingers are so much thicker than yours, taking up twice as much space as you’re used to. You feel wonderfully full, the emptiness inside you finally satiated.

But then he’s pulling them out, and you almost sob at the loss of it. You could feel your hole clenching on nothing, throbbing with want; Whether you enjoy it or not, you aren’t even sure. 

You hear a zipper, then the sound of something metallic hitting the carpet. When you turn your neck to see what’s happening, you’re met with the sight of Joakim’s full manhood on display. 

You’ve never seen a man naked before. There were pictures, shown to you unwillingly by the cruel boys who called you a “Bible-thumper” in school, but this is entirely different.

Joakim is… prettier, you think is the right word. His tip is pink, almost red, and wet-looking in the glow of the fluorescent office lights. Veins bulge along the length, throbbing at you angrily as if to mock the throbbing happening within you. It’s big, you realize suddenly. You can’t begin to fathom how it’s going to fit inside you, when his fingers alone made you feel so full already.

A hand is placed at the back of your neck, holding you flat in place. The weight is reassuring, grounding in its pressure as you’re pressed fully against the desk, the cool laminate a welcome reprieve from the fever burning in your skin. You feel him press his tip against your folds, running it through the slickness there, before slowly pushing past your threshold. 

“It hurts.” Is the first thing you whine, legs already trembling. It does hurt - in a sharp way, like stretching to reach your toes first thing in the morning. 

You gasp as he leans over, thrusting further into you as he whispers in your ear. “Shh, I know. It’s the price we must pay for our sin.” His murmur relaxes you a bit, reassures you of what you’re doing. Joakim would not lead you astray; God had spoken to him, given him fortitude in the last months. This was His plan.

The stretch continues as he slowly slides further into you, until your bodies are joined completely. You’re panting, open-mouthed as he fills you entirely. Your toes are barely brushing against the ground from how far he’s pushed you into the desk, corners digging into your hips sharply. 

A soothing hand runs up and down your spine, unraveling the muscles that have been pulled taut with anticipation. Your breathing slows, body easing around the intrusion until only the sensation of fullness remains.

Joakim pulls back then, a slow movement that has you inhaling harshly as he drags along your inner walls. Your mouth goes to ask him what he’s doing, when he slams back into you, cutting off your train of thought in favor of gargling on your breath. 

“Oh my God,” You keen, eyes so wide they might bulge out of your head altogether. 

A jarring slap lands against your backside, stinging skin left in its wake. “Do not take the Lord’s name in vain.” Joakim rasps, sounding as out of breath as you do. 

He pulls back again, only to crash back into you a half-second later. The force of it jolts you, making you wail as your hands reach out for something, anything to hold onto. Documents and envelopes fly onto the floor in your frenzy, looking as haphazard as you feel. 

He continues at an unrelenting pace, hand still firmly gripping the base of your neck from behind. You know you’re being loud; A distant part of you even registers that, given the circumstances, you should probably be much, much quieter. You can’t bring yourself to care, though, an endless chant of Joakim’s name falling from your lips as you do what you can to grind back into him.

The hand leaves your neck, coming down to grab onto your hip while his other hand mirrors the action. Your pelvis is lifted off the desk, thrusts never even pausing as the new angle drives him deeper into you. Tears spring in your eyes from the overstimulation, having climaxed only a few short minutes ago. 

This is absolution, You think. Being tangled together, conjoined like this - There is no fear of sin, no guilt at succumbing to the lust-filled desires of the flesh. As Joakim plunges himself into you, over and over, you find yourself almost dizzy with relief at the weight lifted off your shoulders, the panic of condemnation a distant memory. 

His arm wraps around the front of your hips, holding you in place, as his free hand tangles into your hair, yanking your head towards him. 

“Say the Lord’s prayer.” He groans in your ear, breath hot and sticky. “Beg for His forgiveness. ‘Our Father-’”

“‘-Who art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name.” You whimper, the words slipping off your tongue like muscle memory as your body is rocked back and forth by his thrusts. “‘Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on Earth-” Your voice is cut off by your own gasp as he reaches something in you that you’ve never felt before. Knees shaking, you dig your fingers deeper into the mess of papers surrounding you to try and stabilize yourself. 

“Keep going. ‘On Earth, as it is in Heaven.’” He urges, grip tightening on you. 

“‘Give us today our daily bread,’” You continue, moaning pitifully as he drives into that same spot again. “‘And forgive us our sins, as we forgive those who sin against us.’”

Tears stream freely down your cheeks now, a mixture of pleasure and overstimulation driving you mad. Joakim is mouthing at the junction of your neck and shoulder, tongue brushing over a spot that makes you shiver into him. A fire is building in your belly, lapping at the bottom of your throat as you move closer and closer to climax. 

“‘L-lead us not into temp- temptation,’” You stutter, mind hazy with want. “‘But d-deliver us from evil.’”

Joakim’s voice is back in your ear. “‘For thine is the Kingdom,” A harsh thrust, “‘The Power,” Another thrust, “And the Glory forever.’” 

The fire burns so hot that it rips the oxygen straight out of your lungs. Your eyes struggle to stay open, fluttering closed each time he rams into you. A particularly harsh pull of your hair reminds you that he is waiting for your response.

“Amen.” You whisper, vision going white as you climax, body twitching forcefully in his arms. His hips stutter once before he buries himself inside you, spilling his seed into you as he does. 

Whether you lay there for seconds or days, you don’t know. Eventually, Joakim pulls out, a string of his release coming with him, rolling down the inside of your thighs. You whimper at the loss, still too sensitive to move. 

“C’mon, käresta, we need to get you dressed. Your mother will wonder where you are.” His voice is gentle behind you, hand rubbing against your lower back to rouse you. 

Your joints pop in protest as you try to push yourself up off the desk. The room is a mess of papers and scattered writing utensils, your dress nothing more than a rumpled pile of cloth on the ground. 

You slip it over your head gingerly, every muscle in your body somehow sore. Joakim zips up the garment for you, running his hands over your clothed back, as if to smooth the wrinkles. 

Turning to face him, you’re met with a soft pair of lips to your forehead, dark hair brushing against your cheeks. The kiss makes you feel brave as you ask, “Joakim?”

His eyes are warm as he gazes down at you, his fingers coming up to comb through your tangled hair. “Hmm?” Is his response as he works out a particularly knotted strand.

You flutter your eyelashes, a move that feels foreign, but somehow right. Looking up at him demurely, you ask, “Will you be leading tonight’s Bible study?”

[artificialstardust]

Casual Dominance blurb

Jolly Karlsson x reader

Genuinely just a bunch of things I’m thinking about when I look at this pic

There’s just something about this pic of jolly that just exudes casual dominance. Him having g his hand on your lower back to guide you through crowded places, following the sidewalk rule so he knows you’re on the safer side of it, standing behind you if you go up to the bar to order a drink.

Just always checking in on you and loving that you’d give him at least a five to ten minute debrief of what you’ve done that day so far and anything stupid you tried to do. He’d bring you home little sweet treats for no reason other than he can. Omg this man loves bringing you tea and/or coffee because of how your eyes light up when you see it.

He also isn’t phased anymore when it comes to you stealing something from his plate or stealing sips of his coffee. You’re his baby, so why would he care in the first place? He just likes knowing you’re fed and taken care of.

He definitely brushes your hair after showers even if you didn’t ask him to. He likes doing it because it’s a small gesture that just shows he loves you. He would braid it after if it was before bed so it doesn’t get tangled while you sleep.

If you’re going out he’ll help you put your heels on if you choose to wear them. He’s knelt on the floor in front of you sliding them on, doing the little buckle on the side if they have one. He’d make sure they’re not too tight or too loose. He’d pat your ankle to let you know to give him the other one. He also LOVES helping you put on necklaces purely because oh how they look on you (and because it gives him an excuse to leave a neck kiss or two after).

Even if you’re just laying on the couch with him and have your legs in his lap he’d either message your calves or the bottoms of your feet absentmindedly as you’re watching a show you decided to binge for the month. He just likes to be touching you in some form whenever he can.

[sorrowsofsilence]

Faster • Karlsson

Pairing: Jolly Karlsson x Fem!Reader

Words: 2.1k

Warnings: Smut (18+, fingering, female!receiving), choking, derogatory term used (slut).

Prompt: you know what they say, guitarists finger faster.

PART TWO HERE

Author note: I swear these got even dirtier as they went on… AWOOGA lol. But here is the last one under this prompt!! I hope you enjoyed this “mini-series” as much as I did.

THIS IS A FANFIC USING REAL PEOPLE IN A FICTIONAL SITUATION! I AM NOT IMPLYING THAT THIS PERSON WOULD DO THIS IRL OR ACT LIKE THIS! ITS FICTION!

Tags: @sammyjoeee @cookiesupplier @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @th4t-em0-k1d  @lans-angels @dsireland86 @whenthesummerdies @spicywhenspeaking

Well, you know what they say, guitarists finger faster.

You swallowed harshly as you watched Jolly’s fingers grazing across the guitar strings, your mind travelling to various unholy thoughts.

The two of you were sat in the studio, producing some solo work Jolly wanted to try doing on the side. It surprised you when Jolly asked you to join him since the two of you only become friends a few months prior due to Noah, whom you had met at a Bad Omen’s after-party and talked about producing music yourself.

You and Noah had hit it off immediately, sharing interests in curating different styles of sounds and imploring each other’s creativity. You two were so invested in the conversation you hadn’t noticed the man looming behind him who was watching you with curious eyes, until Noah turned, almost bumping into him.

“Oh! Jolly!” Noah had said, his smile wide, “This is Y/N, she’s also a producer!”

You held out your hand instinctively, not even seeing the man properly until Noah stepped away, revealing the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen.

You were ready to melt at his mysterious smile alone as he shook your hand, tattooed fingers slipping around yours enigmatically. It was your breaking point when he spoke, the deep Swede accent that left his lips had you completely captivated, ready to surrender everything to the stranger.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Joakim, but everyone calls me Jolly.” His chestnut hair was half up in a bun and half down, the scruff of facial hair carved through his features just right. Your eyes had trailed to his piercings, the cross dangling from his lobe invigorating, and the piercing of his nose sending your stomach into spirals. Any man with a pierced nose knows how to fuck.

You were hooked the moment you met him, but you remained ignorant of his feelings being reciprocated. You told yourself he could be with anyone, and that he couldn’t have any interest in you- but Jolly was fixated that very same day.

Jolly had gone home from the party with his mind dominated by your image. He was consumed by thoughts of what could be; the smile you gave him when you two parted after talking to each other for hours during the event leaving him swooning.

For months the two of you stole glances at one another, both of you smiling in greeting when you got together with the band to work on their new album. Behind each grin was a plea for one another to make a first move; the fantasy of completely devouring each other.

Jolly wanted you more than anyone he’s ever crossed paths with. He loved the way your s/c skin radiated through the sun, your perfect h/c hair accompanying your e/c eyes. He wanted all of you. Needed all of you.

The more time you spent with the boys, the more the tension would build. You would let your fingers graze across his skin when you passed each other equipment, and would purposefully wear certain clothes you knew drove him wild. You’d walk past with a sauter in your step, bending over in front of him to pick up cables or reverb pedals after a recording session.

Jolly would watch with hungry eyes as he licked his lips, readjusting himself through the pocket of his pants as his mind undressed you. He imagined bending you over the studio couch, holding back your arms as leverage to fuck you deeper and faster; touching himself over a dozen times to the thought of how good you’d feel, wrapped around himself- desperate to send you onto your knees, praying his name.

You sat across from him in the studio, sitting cross-legged on top of the leather rolly chair placed by the computer screen. You listened to Jolly’s strumming through the headphones plugged into the amp, bobbing your head to the music. Flickering your eyes to Jolly, his own were closed as he bit the inside of his cheek, focusing on the riff.

Your eyes wandered back and continued to watch as his hands danced through the harmony he created, his fingers picking through the strings with ease; your stomach spiralling with thoughts of what his fingers could do to your own body. You wanted to think about anything else, but your heart began to race, face flushing.

Jolly watched you admire his hands working along the neck of the guitar, and you didn’t know that he caught on to the effect his playing had over you. He strummed a few more cords before sighing, taking off his headphones and placing the guitar on the stand next to him.

“I don’t know if I liked the sound of that,” Jolly said, standing up. Your heart hammered as he got closer to you, staring up through your lashes towards the man towering over you as you sat below him.

“Can you play it back for me?” He asked, and you nodded quickly, swallowing away your lustful desires as he spun your chair around. You clicked your way through the computer, looking for the riff. You unplugged your headphones so you two could hear it aloud, and Jolly frowned once he listened to it back.

“No no,” he hummed, before leaning down over the back of the chair, face inches away as he placed his hand over yours on top of the mouse, “Here.”

You let out a shaky breath at the proximity, as he guided your hand to click the part he wanted to listen to.

“What?” Jolly whispered, turning to look at you now. You felt his warm breath cascade over your ear, “Are you nervous?”

Your face warmed as you turned to look at him, “no, why would I be nervous?”

He smiled, his lip finding its way between his teeth as he looked towards the computer, exiting the program.

“I’m tired of playing this game,” He said, standing back up and turning the chair around so you were facing his body, head barely above his waste line.

“Wh-what game?” You laughed nervously, but your stomach erupted into spirals of excitement.

Jolly’s hand gripped underneath your chin as he forced your gaze towards his own, holding you in place, “You want me-”

You almost choked on your saliva at his bold words, even if true.

“-And I want you.” He finished, eyes searching your face for any doubt. His grip tightened on your jaw for a moment as your chest rose heavily before he leaned forward, placing a hand on either side of the armrests of the chair. He hovered over you, waiting for an answer.

“Am I wrong?” His head cocked to the side, and your lips parted briefly, before shaking your head.

“No,” you bit the inside of your cheek, avoiding his eyes. Jolly’s heart raced when you agreed with his words, the realization that you felt the same way causing his breath to hitch.

“So kiss me,” He demanded, leaning closer towards you, noses almost touching. You looked at him now, eyes wide as your chest hammered with nerves.

“I said, kiss me,” He stated again, and you analyzed his expression, reading his stern yet titillating gaze.

You didn’t even nod before closing the gap between the two of you, Jolly sighing in complete relief as your lips met. Jolly kissed you firmly, immediately licking at your lip to open the kiss, devouring each other.

You almost began moaning into his lips as you vibrated with excitement, your ears warming through the heat of the moment.

Jolly himself had to restrain himself from taking you right then and there on the chair, ready to mercilessly pound into you with no constraint. Instead, he wrapped his fingers around your neck, pulling you to stand up beneath him, gripping your body as though he owned you.

You barely held yourself up against Jolly’s grasp, letting your own hands roam beneath his t-shirt and trail along the covered skin. His free hand ran down your back, memorizing your hips through a repetitive pattern as he reached beneath the short black skirt you wore.

Jolly’s hunger for you was lascivious, the grip on your neck proving so; but it wasn’t until he dipped beneath your collarbone, placing his tongue at your nape before licking his way up to underneath your jaw. His mouth moved against yours ruthlessly, afraid to miss any inch of your being, sucking along the spot behind your ear. A breathy laugh escaped your lips in disbelief at his yearning caress against your skin.

Your hands trailed to the waistband of Jolly’s jeans, tugging at the fabric, dipping your fingers dangerously close, before running them along the hem of his underwear, teasing him. Jolly was already hardening as your lips melted against his own, but he was no longer able to stop himself as he pulled you by the neck towards the studio sofa; famished and lewd.

The pent-up tension of the last few months eased as the two of you watched each other while he pushed you into the leather, replacing the anxiety with heated desperation.

“You have no idea how many times I have touched myself to thoughts of you,” Jolly shared a suave smile, and you grinned back, satisfied at his words.

“I’ve wanted you since the day we met,” You said as Jolly sat beside you, hands roaming over your body again. You slouched your body into the cushions, resting your heels on the edge. Jolly kissed you again, his hands wandering between your legs as he rubbed them up along your skin, clawing and squeezing before spreading your thighs apart. He lifted the fabric of your skirt, exposing your underwear. You thanked fucking god that you chose a slutty pair of lace ones this morning.

Jolly’s lips trailed down your neck as his fingers began to dance along your covered core, and you winced once they grazed over your desperation. You stared at him, pleading with him to do something, anything.

Jolly pulled your underwear to the side and he spread your arousal along your folds with the pads of his inked fingers. Your breath picked up pace as you watched how they grazed over you delicately. Jolly eventually began circling over where you craved him most, and you moaned into his lips with furrowed brows. You tried not to buck your hips for more friction.

“Please, fuck me with your fingers,” you pulled away from him, begging.

Jolly chuckled, “So that’s why you always watch the way I play guitar.”

He watched you intensely with parted lips as he teased you a moment more, before sinking his fingers through you. Jolly ravished in the moment you looked back at him through hooded eyes, succumbing to his touch.

“Fuck,” you cursed, refusing to break eye contact with Jolly as his fingers pumped in and out, curling upwards as he beckoned for you to moan.

“Say my name,” Jolly said, pushing into you with force, the speed of his fingers flicking against your spot leaving you blinded with incitement, “Who’s fucking you with their fingers? You’re going to come on them like the good little slut you are.”

“You,” You cried, holding your thighs into your chest as you exposed yourself fully, surrendering, “Jolly.”

The shit-eating grin plastered on his face said it all, pleased at your submission. Jolly’s other hand reached to stimulate the top of you for a moment, pushing your body over the edge.

You screamed as he remained fixated on your pleasure, pumping his fingers with immense speed through your orgasm until you pushed him away, catching your breath.

Jolly smiled proudly through hooded eyes, sliding his fingers along you one last time before bringing his fingers up to your lips.

“Suck,” He demanded, and you obliged, opening your mouth as he pushed his fingers towards the back of your throat. You moaned, tasting yourself against his fingers, sucking along his digits.

A guttural groan emanated from Jolly as he envisioned your lips wrapped around him, taking all he offered, saliva dripping from your tongue. He wanted nothing more than to fuck you aimlessly into his mattress, leaving you a withering mess.

“Let’s go back to my place,” Jolly said, kissing you desperately again before standing up, adjusting himself in his pants and grabbing his keys.

You stared at him, wanting to please him, “But- it’s your turn?”

Jolly gave you a low laugh, throwing his jacket over his shoulders as he pulled you up off the couch, smacking your ass to push you forward.

“Where else do you think I’m going to fuck into you senselessly?”

Part Two ;)

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Oooh you got any Jolly Thots?

But it would've been fun. If you would've been the one - jolly karlsson.

Oh, yeah. I got them!! If anyone wants to send in their Jolly thots, my ask is open!

Warning: this is very angsty and there is no happy ending :( Also smut (p in v). Jolly is kind of a jackass in this, sorry.

WC: 1.4k

Jolly had you on your kness, back pressed against his chest as he pounded into you from behind. You could feel his breath on your neck, and the feeling of his hand pulling on your ponytail.

It was always like this. He'd call you, tell you he's feeling lonely and longing for you. You'd tell him to come over, only to have your heart broken over and over again.

When he had you like this, though, it was like the feeling of rejection didn't exist for a while.

"You love this, don't you? Me inside of you", he murmured in your ear, you only moaned in response. There was a time when you entertained his praises, but not anymore. Instead, you wished he'd just fuck and stay quiet.

He lets your hair go and you fall on your hands on the bed. His pace picks up and you can tell he's close by the way he's gripping your hips. He starts rubbing circles on your clit, and you're right there with him.

You hate the it feels so good, you hate the way he always seems to know what to do get make you fall apart for him. The way he hits all the right spots.

You wish he was as good with feelings as he is fucking you.

Seconds later, he's spilling inside the condom, with a grunt. And your shaking underneath him, knees giving out as lay sprawled on your bed.

You both take a few seconds to recover, and the part you dread the most is about to happen. Again.

You can hear him going into the bathroom, to discard the condom and wash his hands, you guess. You stay on the bed, now laying on your back and pulling the covers up to your chest.

There was also a time when you felt comfortable with him seeing you naked on the back after you finished. Now, you just felt kind of cheap. With how detached you've both become, the only thing missing was him slapping a couple of tens on your bedside table before leaving.

"Folio is having a party on Saturday. He says he wants to celebrate his new collaboration with TAMA", he tells you as he pulls his boxers on.

"Yeah, he told me", you responded with a detached tone to your voice. Watching him redress.

"You going?", he asked you.

"I'll see"

He only hummed in response. Grabbing his wallet and looking back at you.

"I'll see you on Saturday then. If you go", he opened the door of your bedroom.

"Yeah"

On Saturday, you found yourself knocking on the door to the boys' house. You pondered a lot over the week if you even wanted to go. But decided that your little situationship with Jolly shouldn't drift you apart from your other friends.

Besides, you were determined to ignore him tonight.

You guessed he wasn't there yet when you arrived, because you surveyed the place, but didn't find him. Good, you hope he wouldn't come, you wished to yourself, but knew that wouldn't be true, because he wouldn't miss celebrating his friend.

You were actually enjoying yourself and talking to people around you. You had a drink in your hand, but wanted to stay mostly sober for the night. Before, there was no problem with you getting drunk and spending the night at Jolly's room. Now, it just felt like you were overstaying your welcome.

Maybe an hour after you arrived, you could see two people entering the living room, when you looked in their direction, it was as if the whole world stopped spinning and the room became completely still.

There he was, dressed in all black, with a beautiful girl hanging on his arm.

You obviously knew he was fucking around with other girls, but he never actually brought them over to their house. Also, the fact that a few days ago, he was in your bed, fucking you, and now he was here, with a new girl, made your stomach twist.

Before he had the chance to come any closer to where you were standing, you turned around and made your way upstairs to the bathroom.

You closed the door behind you as you tried to calm your heartbeat that was pounding in your chest. You desperatly tried to think of an excuse to leave this party right now. You shouldn't have come in the first place.

After a couple of minutes, you decided to leave and then shoot Folio a text apologizing. You already had the chance to congratulate him, so that wouldn't look too bad.

Slipping out from the bathroom, you made your way through the living room with your head down, not wanting anyone to see you. Opening the front door, your stepped into the slight breeze blowing outside.

Taking a deep breath, you started to walk down the street to where your car was parked.

"Y/N", you heard a familiar voice behind you, but you didn't turn around, you didn't acknowledge him.

"Hey, where are you going?", he tried again, picking up his pace this time and walking beside you.

"I'm going home", you said, voice flat and devoid of any emotion. You tried to keep yourself in check, because you were sure if you stayed here any longer, you'd start crying like an idiot.

"Why? The party has just started".

Could he really not understand why you were leaving? Was he this dense? Instead of feeling sad, you were now feeling angry at his obliviousness.

"Are you fucking serious? Are you actually this stupid or do you just like to pretend that you are, so you don't have to own up to your mistakes?", the anger in your voice and fire in your eyes made him take a step back.

"Are you talking about?", he was wary now, but his eyes told you he knew exactly what you were talking about.

"Do you actually consider me your friend or do you just keep me around because I'm an easy fuck?", you were becoming tired of him dodging your questions.

"You're not an easy fuck. Please don't say it like that", he tried to take a step closer to you, but you took a step back, and he stayed in his place.

"Oh no? But you text me everytime already knowing I'll tell you to come over. You take advantage of the fact that you know I'm emotionally attached to you", you crossed your arms over your chest to try and protect your heart that was already broken in a million pieces.

"It was never supposed to be like this", he told you, and you desperately wanted him to stop making excuses.

"But it is. Next thing I know, you're going to be paying me for my services from how much a cheap transaction this has become"

Jolly just stood there, his eyes were wide and you could tell they were a little glossy from the way the light from the streetlamp hit his face.

"I'm so fucking sorry, You gotta believe me when I say I never meant to make you feel this way", his voice trembled a bit towards the end of his sentence. You could see a little glimpse of the old Jolly you met years ago.

"I'm not sure I believe anything that comes out of your mouth anymore", you stood your ground this time.

"I'm so fucking sorry", he looked down as he apologized to you. He couldn't even do it looking at your fucking face.

"Me too", you said as you fished your car keys from your pocket. "I'm going to delete your number, and I never want to speak to you ever again", now it was time for your voice to tremble. You were not only endind whatever you two had, but you were ending a friendship of years that developed into something neither of you could control or deal with. "Tell the boys I'll stop coming around"

With this last sentence, you turned around and walked the rest of the way to your car, now letting the tears fall freely from your eyes.

You unlocked your car and gor in the driver's seat. You told youself you wound't look back, but you couldn't helo but take a peek on the rear view mirror.

You Jolly sitting on the curb, you could tell his shoulders were shaking, and that his hands were covering his face.

Too bad, he should've shown some emotion all those times you desperately needed him to. With a shaky, deep sigh, you turned on your car and drove away from the most important people in your life.

[darksigns-exe]

35. you know where to find me - jolly karlsson x readder

warnings: handjobs (m receiving), oral sex (m receiving), swearing, a little bit of angst

word count: 1.3k

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You’ve known Jolly for ages. 

Seeing him this defeated actually broke your heart a little. You know how much hope he had placed into this fledgling relationship. Sure, you can’t imagine that dating someone with a schedule as packed as his is easy, but that doesn’t mean that he deserves to be shot down like that. 

He’d shown you the messages when he’d shown up at your door late at night. She hadn’t even managed to tell him in person that this couldn’t work no matter how hard we try – her words. 

Being the ever faithful friend you are, you had offered him the pull-out sofa in your living room for as long as he wanted it. You’d prepared everything for him, after you had ushered him into the bathroom, insisting that a shower would make him feel at least a little bit better. 

By the time he re-emerged from the bathroom, you had put one of your pillows and your comfiest duvet out for him. The crease is still present in his brow, but he looks a little less broken. 

You wrap him into a tight hug, not allowing any discussions. 

“Get some sleep. You know where to find me if you need me.” you tell him, trying not to sound as if you pity him too much. 

He mumbles a quiet thank you, before you leave him alone for the night. He knows your place well enough to not feel like a stranger, he’ll be okay. 

You can’t tell how late it is when the door to your bedroom opens with a creak. Jolly pushes into your room, quietly closing the door behind him. 

“Do you mind if I sleep here?” 

You scoot over, without giving him a reply. Jolly doesn’t make a move forward until you pat the now empty side of the bed.

He finds a comfortable spot quite quickly, only shifting around for a few moments. You can barely make out the features of his face in the dim light, but the frown on his face is still so very obvious.

“I don’t want to feel alone tonight.” he says quietly. 

In all the years you have known him, you’ve never seen him like this. 

You reach out, placing your hand against his cheek. Jolly practically sinks into your touch. Deep down, you know that you shouldn’t do this, you shouldn’t even be thinking about this when he’s still hurting this much. 

You feel a hand curling around your waist. 

“Can I do something to help?” you ask, trying to keep your voice steady. 

You can’t deny that Jolly is attractive, he’s charming and caring and really everything you’re looking for. And maybe that had been part of the reason why you had never tried to move this into a different direction. He gets fawned over by so many people that little old you can’t be that impressive.

You’re his friend. 

Friends don’t touch each other like this, though. 

Jolly’s hand dips under your shirt. 

Your thoughts are a constant loop of we shouldn't we shouldn’t we shouldn’t.  

His hand flexes on your waist, “We shouldn’t” he says quietly. 

“I know.”  

His hand slowly moves upwards, as if he’s waiting for you to tell him to stop. But you can’t, and you know that you won’t ask him to stop. 

You force yourself to sit up eventually. For a moment, you think that he looks a little disappointed that you’re breaking away from him so quickly. 

“Will you let me do something for you?” you ask, trying to hide the shakiness of your voice, behind a brave face. 

“I – yes. Sure.” he sounds just as nervous as you feel. 

“On your back.” you say then, already moving yourself into position, “This is – it’s not crossing any lines. It’s just —”

“Just something between friends.” 

You swallow down the stinging. Without you needing to say anything about it, Jolly seems to know what you want from him. He quickly slips out of his sweats and underwear. You feel your insides heat when you let your eyes wander across his body. You’ve seen him without a shirt plenty of times. Seeing him entirely bare now makes your head spin. 

His eyes stay fixed on you when you trail your fingers up his thighs. You feel his skin prickle beneath your fingers, hairs standing upright in the wake of your touch. 

You finally build up the courage to wrap your hand around his cock. 

Jolly draws in a sharp breath, and you can’t help but smile a little. 

His skin is warm under your palm. With a little spit, you soon find a comfortable rhythm. You keep your movements slow, trying to draw things out just a little bit. It’s selfish, really, but watching his breath quicken with every pass of your hand over the head of his cock is just too delicious. His staggered breathing quickly turns into moans. Jolly rubs a hand across his face, while the other grips into the duvet next to him. 

“Fuck, your hand feels so good.” he groans. 

You drag your thumb across the tip, smearing the precum that has leaked from his across his skin. His hips buck up against your hand so desperately. You almost want to give in and ask him if he needs more, but having this man at your mercy is just too good of a sight. 

You decide to keep one hand wrapped around the base of his cock, while the other works across his length in slow, steady movements. From the sounds he makes, it must be just enough to keep him on the edge, but not enough for him to finish. And that’s exactly where you intend to keep him for the moment. 

His sighs and groans fill your head with fuzz. You briefly consider slipping a hand between your thighs, but ultimately decide that this moment is just about him. 

“Getting close?” you ask after a while. 

You’re happy to keep touching him like this, but you also don’t want to turn a good thing bad. 

“Just a little more. I’m so close.” 

He sounds as if he’s barely keeping himself together at this point. If he wants more, you’ll give him more. You lean down, dragging the flat of your tongue across his tip. 

In response, Jolly draws in a shaky gasp. 

You had hoped that he’d react like that. You repeat the motion, until you’ve built up the courage to take him between your lips. It doesn’t take a lot of this for him to fall over the edge. 

Jolly spills across your tongue. The groans that fall from his lips are interrupted by curses in his native tongue. You can feel his thighs flex around you as he struggles against the instinct to push his hips upwards. 

You’re just as breathless when you pull away from him. 

His head is tipped back, his neck exposed so beautifully. 

You untangle yourself from him, returning to your original position next to him. Jolly stares at the ceiling for a moment longer, before he finally looks at you. 

“Thank you, dear. Fuck that was – that was so good.” 

His chest heaves, as he comes down from his high. You don’t think that he’s ever been more beautiful. 

“Always happy to help out.” you offer. 

The wording feels so clumsy, but you suddenly don’t know how to move on from this situation. In the corner of your vision, you can just see Jolly struggling back into his underwear. Once he’s done, he flips onto his side, patting the spot in front of him. 

“Come here, will you?” he asks softly. 

You can’t possibly say no to him. 

As soon as you’re within reach, he wraps an arm around your middle, pulling you even closer against him. 

“We’ll talk about this in the morning. You might have to give me a little while to get over this, but – I don’t think that this has to be a one time thing. If you want that.” 

His hand is so warm and comfortable on your belly, it eases the rabbit quick beat of your heart at least a little. 

“Try to get some sleep. We have all the time in the world.”

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[sitkowski]

show me where the delicate stops - jolly x ofc

pairing: jolly karlsson x reece (ofc)

cw: ⚠️ 18+MDNI. warnings for kinda douchebag!Jolly, hate sex, some violence, derogatory language, choking, protected vaginal sex, dacryphilia, no happy ending

word count: 5.7k

author's note: second bad omens fic in the bag! this time around, here's some jolly smut. title from "jaws" by sleep token. 🫶🏻 dividers by @saradika-graphics

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If anyone asked her, Reece would say it would take an act of God to willingly put herself in a room under normal circumstances with someone she actively dislikes. But as it stands, she’s apparently a saint, and when her sister asks if her house could be the location of her boyfriend’s surprise birthday party, she caves. She even offers to cook, she likes Nick that much. The majority of his friends are okay in Reece’s eyes, she’s happy to host a party for him. 

But being in a room with her sister, Nick and his friends, means putting herself in a room with the bane of her existence. 

To say that she and Jolly are mortal enemies might be a stretch, but it doesn’t seem as if they’ve ever had a positive interaction. He’s not even a bad person, despite Reece’s brain telling her that he’s the fucking devil. But each encounter leaves the two of them either yelling at each other or glaring at one another across the room. Eventually, she stopped participating in group things if she knew he was going to be there.

So her sister sending Jolly of all people to help set up for the party makes Reece question whether or not she suddenly wants to be an only child again.

She opens her front door a few hours before the party is set to behind to find him hauling two folding tables from the back of his SUV. Leaning out of the doorway with her hands on her hips, she waits impatiently for him to reach her porch, one under each arm.

“No, it’s fine, I didn’t need help or anything.” he mutters, climbing the stairs.

“I have food on the stove. Just take them through the sliding door,” she instructs, pointing. “Or you should have just gone through the side gate.”

He looks five seconds away from a temper tantrum, standing there with the tables at his feet. His sunglasses have slid down his nose, and she knows he’s glaring at her as she turns and walks back through the kitchen without another word. She doesn’t care. If he wants to be the one to show up and set things up, she’s not going to make it easier on him. Reece doesn’t know what her sister was thinking, and she sends her an angry text while she’s stirring the noodles for the pasta salad on the stove. Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Jolly carrying the tables outside.

There's not even that much left to be done beyond finishing the food, adding in the tables for the food, and rearranging a bit of the furniture to make room for the guests. From what her sister tells her, Jolly’s supposed to have the stuff for the firepit and the grill with him too. She leaves him to it, turns off the burner to drain and rinse the pasta. And for a little while, she forgets that he’s even there, beyond the muted clatter of things out on the back porch.

But she’s in the middle of slicing cucumbers when a hand appears in her line of vision and plucks a piece from her cutting board. It startles her, and knife in hand, she whirls around angrily. Jolly only has seconds to grab her wrist before the knife makes contact. 

The curse that he unleashes on her isn’t even in the English language, but then his eyes widen further when he realizes how close the blade was to his face. “Are you out of your fucking mind?!”

“Don’t fucking creep up on me!” She yanks her wrist out of his grasp and tosses the knife on the counter. “What manners were you raised with that you touch stuff you shouldn’t?”

He rolls his eyes at her. “It’s a cucumber, Reece. You want it back?”

Her face twists in disgust and she turns her attention to the counter. She expects him to say something, not just stand there and stare at her. Finally, she cracks, looking back at him with exasperation. “What?”

“Lighter. Fluid.” he mutters through gritted teeth.

Reece skirts around him, going over to the cabinet by the back door. She opens it and pulls out the bottle, before turning around and holding it out to him. “Was this all you needed or are you gonna try and take more food before it’s time?”

“Depends if you’re gonna continue to be an irrational bitch and try to stab me,” he mutters, snatching the bottle. “What the fuck is your problem today? You didn’t have to agree to host this if you didn’t want to—”

“I have no problem doing this party for my sister, I adore Nick. I like all of their friends. Well…almost all of them.”

She sees his jaw clench and he looks as if he wants to either throttle her or start cussing at her again. Her eyes briefly flick to the knife on the counter again even though she knows she won’t need it. Because he’s already turning around and slamming his way out the sliding glass door again. Reece blows out a breath and rakes her hands through her hair before turning back to the counter.

His arrogance of believing that today was her only problem with him bugged the hell out of her, but she worked very hard to ignore it because she didn’t want to mess things up for Nick’s party. She’s willing to let it go. Soon, the food is just about done with the exception of the stuff for the grill. She knows that means taking the meat out to Jolly, where he’s brooding on her back porch. Thankfully, she’s saved by Davis and Stephen showing up with the booze and bags of ice. Reece lets them deal with him while she sorts out the coolers that need to be brought outside.

Even with the door closed, she can hear the muffled remnants of Jolly complaining to his friends about her, but she puts on her best hostess smile and raps on the glass, pointing down to the coolers at her feet, before opening the door.

“What’s up, Stabby?” Davis greets her teasingly.

“I don’t know, why don’t you ask the drama queen over there? Anything more you wanna gossip about?”

“Okay!” Gently pushing her back into the house before she can say anything else that might ruin the day, Davis passes the coolers outside and then pushes the door partially shut. Apparently, he wants to chat. “What the fuck, Reece?”

“Me? I’m not the one who—”

“Time out, seriously, you guys need to stow the overaggressive sexual tension for today. It’s about Folio and not―”

Reece’s eyes nearly bug out of her head and she actually feels her face go hot, like a buzzing beneath her skin. “The overaggressive what?”

Davis winces with how high pitched her voice goes, and if she weren’t so baffled, she might have been embarrassed. His expression tells her he’s trying not to laugh at her, and he puts his hands up in self defense.

“Nevermind. Just…white flag on the play, or whatever. You two need to shake on it. Put on your get along shirt—”

“If you continue, I might actually start stabbing people,” her eyes drift past him to outside, where Jolly and Stephen are pretending as if they can’t hear what’s being said. The door isn’t closed all the way, and it’s obvious what’s being said. Jolly looks less than thrilled. “I think Nicholas and Noah are gonna be here in like…twenty minutes? I’m going to go shower so I don’t commit a violent homicide. Can you handle things?”

Reece doesn’t wait for an answer, choosing to make her escape upstairs as fast as she can without actually running.

The how and the why isn’t even important for Reece anymore, she just doesn’t like him. The two of them can barely be in the same room without one of them saying something nasty. The only reason she’s even putting up with this tonight is for her sister, and for Nick. That’s what she tells herself while she’s pulling clothes from her closet after her shower. She goes through all of her mundane tasks of getting ready, wandering between her bathroom and bedroom. The dress she plans to wear is draped over the end of her bed, so when her bedroom door opens and closes, she lets out a surprised yelp at the fact that Jolly is in her bedroom and she’s just standing there in her underwear.

“What the fuck?” she grabs her robe, pulling it on quickly and holding it closed. “Get out!”

“No, we need to come to some kind of truce before this thing even starts or else one of us is going to ruin this for Folio.”

She stares at him as if he’s grown a second head on his shoulders, and for a minute she wonders if she started screaming if that would be what ruins the night. “One of us? You mean me, right? Because I’m an irrational bitch with a knife?”

“Would it make you feel better if I said I was sorry?” he asks, not sounding sorry in the least.

“Yeah, because when have you ever apologized for anything you’ve ever done to me before? Can you get out please? I’ll happily avoid you all night and we don’t have to speak about any of this again.”

Jolly starts to leave but stops and turns around. “What the hell does that mean? Did I sleep with one of your friends or something?”

Reece narrows her eyes at him, because the how and why isn’t important but if he wants to get into this now, then she will. The fact that he seemingly knows what he did just pisses her off a little more, but she tries to stay calm.

“Three of them, Joakim. You slept with three of my friends. You also drunkenly told me I was not your type. So for my sanity, and your safety, get the fuck out of my room.”

“You don’t control my dick, Reece!”

“Somebody should!”

It’s the wrong thing to say, and she realizes it too late. Jolly smirks at her. “Is this that overaggressive sexual tension that Davis was talking about ? Is that what this is, you’re jealous?”

She wants to tell him that he’s not god’s gift to guitars or women, something scathing that might bruise that overinflated ego of his. Because she isn’t jealous. If anything, she pities her friends who expected that morning after call and never got it. Nothing more than one night stands. Reece tells herself that she refuses to be another notch in his belt or bedpost or wherever annoying Swedish men keep track of their conquests. 

“I don’t know how many times someone has to tell you no before you get the hint.” Her fists clench at her sides. “Go. Or I’ll make you.”

His eyes rove over her body, and she realizes belatedly that she’s let go of the front of her robe. She grits her teeth and meets his gaze head on, because he’s the one invading her space right now and she’s had enough of it.

Jolly steps closer to her, and Reece doesn’t move. It’s not that she’s afraid of him, it’s that he infuriates her. And he knows it, judging by the way his head tilts down and his smile widens. “You wanna hit me? Come on, I’ll let you.”

“What?”

“You heard me. I piss you off so much, hit me. I’ll give you one.”

She doesn’t think he’s serious at first, but he keeps standing there, watching her expectantly. She realizes that he really wants her to hit him. It’s a terrible idea, they’re supposed to be pretending to get along. Everyone is going to arrive soon, and she still has things to do. But he’s still waiting and the longer he stands there, the more she actually wants to hit him. It won’t solve anything, but it’ll make her feel better.

“C’mon, I said hit me, woman—”

Her hand connecting with his cheek is loud in her room, and a little satisfying if she’s being honest with herself. The slap isn’t hard enough to do any damage at all, he doesn’t move, doesn’t blink. For some reason, Reece hits him again, harder this time. His head rocks to the side, and this time, his reaction is instantaneous; he grabs her by her jaw and pushes her up against the nearest wall. Her hip connects with the edge of her desk painfully.

“I said once,” he says. “Don’t be greedy.”

She knows that she should bat his hand away, shove him out of her space. Maybe even yell at him some more. But she just stands there, back pressed to the drywall. He’s close enough to her now that she can feel his chest pressed to hers. Her mind goes deceptively fuzzy and she feels a twinge low in her stomach that makes her a little angry at herself. His eyes meet hers as his fingers dig into her cheeks at the same time he presses a thigh between hers.

“You’re weak, Reece,” he murmurs, and she feels the burn of tears in the back of her throat. “Aren’t you?”

Her hand wraps around his wrist and she yanks, trying to make him let her go. He doesn’t, not until her bedroom door opens and then he steps back, removing himself from her space and allowing her to breathe. She tries not to choke on a sob when she looks over his shoulder and sees Nicholas standing there.

“Matt needs you on the grill.” he says. His eyes bouncing back and forth between the two of them. Reece holds her robe closed guiltily, as if she were caught doing something she wasn’t supposed to.

Jolly doesn’t spare her another glance as he turns and leaves her bedroom, slipping past Nicholas with a little salute. 

Reece finally moves, shrugging out of her robe and pulling her dress over her head. She can feel Nicholas’ eyes on her the entire time, but she knows it’s more out of concern than whatever the hell Jolly was doing. When she looks back, he’s still leaning in the doorway, a suspicious look on his face.

“So…”

“Don’t ask.”

But it looks like you were—”

“I would sooner die than sleep with him, Nick.”

“Your mouth says no, but your tits in that dress says you’re thinking one time couldn’t hurt.”

Her face still hurts from where Jolly grabbed her, and not in an entirely unpleasant way. She touches the tender areas as she sits down to put on her boots. “I picked out the dress before he came in.”

Nicholas doesn’t seem convinced, and she guesses that would make sense for anyone who walked in on what he did. If anything, it looked more like they were flirting than fighting. But she doesn’t try to explain herself. Instead, she stands up and smooths down her skirt, before shooing him out of her doorway. When they make their way back into the kitchen, more people have gathered. Out on the back porch, she sees Jolly and Matt messing with the grill.

He’s not looking directly at her, but from where he’s standing, it’s impossible to miss the red marks on his cheek. If she were to look close enough, her handprint might even be there. The amount of satisfaction she felt had already passed. Instead, she feels frustrated and more than a little angry. Somehow, what he said to her has gotten under her skin more than she cares to admit. He called her weak. And right now, she can’t help but feel like he might be right. 

The party goes off without any issues, and it’s the best distraction that Reece could have asked for. Nick has the best time, and that was more important than whatever mind games Jolly seemed to be playing with her. He ignored her practically the entire night, which was fine with her. It’s well after midnight by the time everyone leaves. Everyone pitched in to help clean up, all she had to do was load her dishwasher and find a place in her refrigerator for the leftovers that the guys didn’t take with them. Leaving the music on, she goes out onto the back porch to collect abandoned Solo cups that had been missed.

Just as she’s turning to go back through the sliding glass doors with the trash bag in hand, it opens. It doesn’t startle her as much as it could have to see Jolly standing there. She blinks at him in confusion and annoyance, and he points over her shoulder.

“Forgot the tables.” He explains.

Reece looks over at the two tables still in the corner of the porch where they’d put out the food and the drinks earlier in the night. Scoffing, she steps aside and lets him go past her. She thinks about going into the house and locking the sliding glass door behind her, making him go out through the side yard so she doesn’t have to see him. But she has to take the trash out, and she takes the bag off the porch outside. She’s kind of hoping that he’ll be gone by the time she comes back.

She’s not that lucky. He hasn’t even bothered taking down the tables, instead he’s sitting atop one. His legs swing back and forth idly as he sips a beer Reece is pretty sure just came from her refrigerator. Immediately, her brain goes on red alert because there’s no reason for him to still be here.

Her eyebrows raise. “Aren’t you supposed to leave with those?”

“Probably.”

“I’m fucking tired, Jolly, I don’t have time for this bullshit.”

He takes another swallow from the bottle, casual as if he doesn’t have anywhere else he should be. Reece grits her teeth and starts to head for the sliding glass door. She fully intends to lock him out now, he can sleep on the porch for all she cares. But he speaks again before she can even step over the threshold.

“Like I said, weak.”

Reece whirls around to face him again, stomping over to him and yanking the bottle out of his hand, throwing it aside where it hits the floor with a less than satisfying smash. It doesn’t even matter that the scent of beer is going to linger out there for months. She’s tired of his bullshit.

“What makes me weak? The fact that I have a spine and I don’t fall at your fucking feet like everyone else? Didn’t you tell me I wasn’t your type? Clearly that was a lie, so why don’t you quit being a pussy and stop pulling my pigtails like we’re in middle school. Say what you mean.”

Jolly slides off the table, standing up straight and Reece tries to take a step backward. But his hand comes up to fist in the hair at the nape of her neck, and he pulls her against his chest. A startled protest falls from her mouth, cut off only when he pulls her head back until their eyes meet. Her neck twinges uncomfortably and she tries to pull away, but he won’t let her move.

“I think I’ll pull whatever part of you I want to.” He leans down until his nose brushes against her cheek. “And you’re gonna let me, aren’t you?”

“No.” The word falls from her mouth almost automatically and he leans back to blink at her. She feels a brief sense of relief when his grip on her hair starts to loosen minutely. “I’m not going to let you do anything, Joakim. Why don’t you ask me for it?”

His eyes narrow, and at first she thinks that he isn’t just going to let her go. She doesn’t think he’ll hurt her, but it’s become his sole mission to fight her every chance he can get. He releases her after a few more moments of staring at her, and his mouth curves upward.

“Okay, Reece. Show me that spine of yours.”

Planting both of her hands in the middle of his chest, Reece gives him a hard shove backwards. He collides with the table, which screeches across the floor noisily for a few inches before smacking against the wall. He doesn’t seem bothered by this at all, just catching himself against the table and laughing. She knows he doesn’t really find her intimidating at all, and for some reason that turns her on more than it should. She thinks about the look on his face when she smacked him in her room, how quickly he took control of her without even trying. She wonders if he’ll do it again. Her curiosity gets the best of her, and she swings on him.

Just as quickly as before, Jolly grabs onto her wrist, this time yanking her closer until she’s between his legs. He twists her arm behind her, and before she can do anything else he grasps her other wrist. He pins her wrists with one hand easily, and holds them against her lower back. The instinct to struggle is automatic, but he just tightens his grip on her, keeping her against his chest as his other hand grazes her thigh, beneath the hem of her skirt.

“You’re not even going to kiss me first?” she asks, trying not to let any disappointment show.

His hand continues its trek, nails scraping over her skin. “No. I’m not sure I wanna put anything near your mouth. You look like you bite.”

Her attempts to struggle only make the bones in her wrists grind together and she’s embarrassed of the noise that escapes her. His hand curves around her hip beneath her dress, pressing into possible bruises forming there from when she hit the desk earlier and she hisses out a whine, tears forming in her eyes.

“Are you crying already? I haven’t even done anything to you yet.” His words mean nothing to her as his hand dips just beneath the waistband of her underwear, his thumb running over the fabric between her legs that is growing more and more damp with each pass of the digit.  

She doesn’t need him to say anything for her to know how wet she is. She tries to rise up on her tiptoes in her boots, get him to move his fingers farther down but he’s just touching the skin of her lower stomach, and staring at her. Waiting for her to break. She wouldn’t be surprised if he wanted her to beg him for this, but she doesn’t want to give that to him.

 He’s right though, he hasn’t even done anything to her yet. But it’s coming, and he gives her a cruel smile. “Might wanna hold onto those tears, though.”

Reece can’t find her voice to ask what he means by that, and she doesn’t get the chance. He lets go of her wrists abruptly, and she stumbles back a step, nearly tripping over her own boots. Before she can open her mouth, he’s finally kissing her. For someone who said he wasn’t going to, he’s really good at it. Even that’s a fight, one that she desperately tries to win. The second she gets the chance, she sinks her teeth into his bottom lip. It doesn’t deter him at all, if anything it just gives him more power over her. His hands grab onto her hips, her ass, anywhere he can. She feels the cool night air against the back of her thighs when her dress rides up as he wraps his hands around them and lifts her off of her feet.

She thinks that he’s going to take her into the house, and she’s all for that, but instead he turns and all but drops her on top of the table where he’d just been. His mouth trails down over her shoulder, and the feel of his facial hair against her skin makes her gasp and arch into him. Jolly’s hands start pulling the straps of her dress down off her shoulders, leaving it bunched around her waist as his fingers go to the strap of her bra next while he worries a hickey into her neck that she’ll be pissed about in the morning.

“Wait!” she protests a little, pushing on his chest to get his attention.

He lets out an aggravated sigh but lifts his head to look at her. “Do you want me to stop?”

It’s oddly thoughtful of him to ask, and him stopping is the furthest thing from her mind right now. She shakes her head, letting him kiss her again. It’s gentler than before, unexpected, but after a few moments it grows more heated. Yet something still nags in the back of her head and she pushes at him again.

“What, woman, what?” his voice rises a little, and Reece is glad that she doesn’t have neighbors that close by. “If I’m doing something you don’t like, or whatever, you need to use your words with me. I’m not here to hurt you, as much of a pain in the ass you are.”

Swinging her feet back and forth the same way he had been earlier, she tilts her head and gives him a deceptively innocent look. “I was only going to ask if you have a condom, Joakim. I’m not doing this without one.”

“You are the most insufferable human I have ever met in my life.” he says, even as he manages to get the condom from his wallet

The words come out a lot softer than they should have, almost fond, and Reece feels the burn of tears in the back of her throat again. She doesn’t want him to be nice to her, she isn’t in this for anything other than sex. Sitting forward, she starts to pull impatiently at his belt. She doesn’t look at him, not until his hands ball in her hair and he tilts her head back, and he makes her. She’s almost relieved to see nothing in his eyes but darkness and need, a little bit of a challenge.

“Go on,” Jolly encourages, and his smile turns condescending because he knows that she’s trying not to waver, trying not to make this more than what it is. “Finish what you started.”

Reece rolls her eyes at him, and makes quick work of the button and zipper on his jeans. He shoves them down out of the way just enough and she makes an appreciative noise as she wraps her hand around his cock as best she can, feeling a small amount of victory as a strangled groan escapes him as she rubs her thumb over the tip. Maybe if she didn’t hate him, she’d be interested in seeing how he’d feel in her mouth. She snatches the condom package from his hand, tearing it open and rolling the latex down over the length of him.

Planting a hand in the middle of her chest, Jolly pushes her back on the table, and she decides to only be partially helpful, pulling her skirt up her thighs. She thinks that he’s going to take her underwear off but he doesn’t, instead hooking his fingers beneath the soaked fabric and pulling it to the side. Reece starts to reach down and push them off herself, but he bats her hand away.

“No, I want you like this.” he mutters.

She feels her skin going hot, more because of the way he’s staring down at her than his actual words. She squirms a little as he slides his cock between her folds, teasing her slowly to the point where her face feels as if it’s on fire and she can hear her heart pounding loudly. Reece isn’t going to beg. She tells herself that over and over, and with every pass he makes over her clit without sinking inside of her, her resolve starts to crumble. The word is on the tip of her tongue, but then he finally slides in.

Her back bows off the table as her body tries to accommodate him. He doesn’t stop until their bodies are flush and then she’s slapping his shoulder, trying to relax into the overwhelming fullness she feels. “Stay! Don’t fucking move, give me a minute.”

Jolly grits his teeth but he doesn’t move, not yet. Instead he leans over her, sinking his teeth into the curve of her breast right above the edge of her bra. She cries out hoarsely, fisting his hair in her hand and pulling hard. She can feel his teeth in her skin and the initial sting of the bite brings tears back to her eyes. He pulls back enough to pull down one of the cups of her bra just enough to get his mouth on her nipple. His teeth are much gentler this time, but he still bites. Her fingers in his hair tug again, just to keep him closer.

“Okay,” she breathes out, nodding her head and pulling his mouth up to hers, “I’m good.”

He takes her at her word, leaning back and pulling almost all the way out before snapping his hips forward sharply. Her hands slap against the table as she tries to keep stability. He moves in long deep strokes, causing Reece's eyes to roll back in her head. It goes on and on until she thinks she'd lose her mind. She wants him to go harder, faster, but she ground her teeth together, refusing to beg.

“You know, you say you hate me, but your pussy seems to like me just fine.”

“Oh my God,” she moans, head knocking back against the table. “Do not say shit like that.”

The edge of her underwear digs into the crease of her leg uncomfortably, making her wince despite the electricity coursing beneath her skin. Not only is Jolly an asshole, but he's also apparently a mind reader. He pulls out of her, yanking them down and leaving them tangled around one of her boots, before he's pulling her from the table and spinning her around. His hand presses into her shoulder, bending her over. She chokes on a whine as he thrusts back into her, and the groan he lets out reverberates through her entire body.

“Better?” he asks in her ear, hips snapping forward roughly. 

This angle lets him go deeper and Reece can't do anything but nod gratefully. One of his hands grabs onto the curve of her hip, biting into her skin and the other curls loosely around her throat. His fingers flex, just a little, and she pushes into his hold.

“You can, Joakim, please—” she loses her resolve and she doesn't need to see his face to know that he knows he's won. She feels it “Please—fuck—”

His fingers tighten just enough that her next pull of air is a struggle, and her mind goes blissfully blank. She’s aware of the table tilting at an alarming angle each time it rocks towards the wall, and her own hoarse cries that manage to escape around his hold on her. When his fingers loosen enough to allow her more oxygen, her breath comes in harsh, desperate pants. Tears run freely down her face and one of Reece’s hands fly back to grab onto the fabric of his shirt. Trying to get him closer as if that were physically possible.

Reece squeezes her eyes shut, overwhelmed and already teetering on the edge of orgasm. She’s not quite there yet, and to make it worse, Jolly slows down, hips rolling into hers in a maddening languid pace. She tries to rock back into him, but his hold on her is tight, she isn’t going anywhere unless he wants her to.

“I hate you,” she chokes out, even as she clenches around him. “I hate you so much.”

“ I know you do, precious,” he digs his fingers into her flesh again, forcing another gurgled moan from her throat. He curls himself over her, nose brushing against her cheek. Her eyes roll up to meet his desperately, and she sees that same look on his face that she’d been seeing all night. He still thinks she’s weak. “I hate you just as much.”

She knows the moment that Jolly’s resolve has finally reached its limit, when his thrusts become harder and erratic, the strangled gasps of some mixture of cursing and praising hot against her ear. Reece clenches around him, reveling in the way it undoes him. A soft, broken sound is wrung from her chest as she comes, head knocked back into his shoulder. His fingers are once again gentle on her throat, rubbing over the skin as if to sooth his touch away.

 He doesn't stop when she comes, he even moves faster as the orgasm rocks through her. He brings his hand down to her clit, and his touch is rough enough to send her over the edge again, leaving her shaking beneath him. 

"Fuck, woman," he mutters through gritted teeth. 

He jerks his hips into her and his control snaps. He braces himself against her with one hand and rides out his own orgasm with slow, easy thrusts and sharp, desperate gasps. Finally, he goes still and Reece yanks his hand from between her legs before she collapses against the table.

The next few minutes feel like a blur as they clean up, refusing to make eye contact with one another. The tension in the air is thick, awkward in a way that seems worse than before. But Reece doesn’t ask him to stay. There will be no spooning throughout the night, no sharing coffee in the morning. She lets him take his tables and he leaves without much more than a wave as he puts them in the back of his truck. She watches from the front porch, and once he’s gone, she goes inside and locks the doors.

It’s not until she’s falling into her bed after her shower that she realizes her underwear are still out on the back porch.

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tags/content warning: 18+ MDNI!! mutual masturbation, fingering (f receiving), handjob (m receiving), praise, mild hurt/comfort.

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The weight of him on top of you is intoxicating. His hands wander over your body; skating along every inch of your skin as though he is trying to memorize it. Your bodies mold together so perfectly that you begin to think you’re made for each other.

There is very little barrier between the two of you— your clothing having been discarded on the floor or the end of the bed some time ago. The sheer lace fabric of your lingerie and the thin cloth of his boxers are all that remains. You’ve long since soaked through the lace — nothing is left to the imagination when it comes to the man fused to you.

You’re unsure of how long you’ve been this way. Not that it matters. Neither of you have seemed to be in a hurry. It’s nice, you think, having someone who will just lay here with you like this. His fingers dig into your scalp and it stings from repeated tugs. Your lips are swollen from crashing them together; your skin is red and purple from where he’s marked you.

You don’t mind. If being the object of his undying affection means he makes a mess of you, then a mess you’ll be.

The tips of his fingers brush across the dampened fabric of your panties and press gently against your clit. You gasp into his mouth and his lips curl into a smile as he rubs circles so slowly you’re certain he’s trying to drive you mad.

“My pretty girl,” He sighs softly. “Sensitive and dripping, just the way I like her.”

“Joakim..” You breathe. He pushes your panties to the side, circling your hole with the pad of his index finger.

“Let me take care of you, darling?”

Every inch of your body is screaming yes. You want this man with every fiber of your being. He’s been incredibly patient with you these last few months— never crossing any boundaries. You told him all about your last relationship. He understood why you were hesitant to take things further. Still, you had hoped you would be over all of that by now.

Jolly looks at you concerned, clearly noticing how you tensed up beneath him. He sighs and removes his hand, fixing your underwear back in place. Lifting off of you, he plants himself next to you further away than you’d like. It’s enough to have your eyes brimming with tears.

He plays with your hair absentmindedly, his face pensive. You turn your head away from him, crying silently. It isn’t long before you hear him call your name; his gentle grasp on your chin turns your attention back to him.

“What is it?” He asks so softly you barely hear it. You shake your head, blinking away tears. He’s not satisfied with your response.

“Please tell me, my love.” His eyes are desperate, but you feel embarrassed. You sniffle, shifting uncomfortably next to him.

“I went too far didn’t I?” Jolly sits up, his eyebrows knitted together in panic. “I was just trying to— it wasn’t my intention… I- fuck.” He scrubs his hands over his face, continuing to mumble how sorry he is. It’s excruciating watching him spiral like this.

Your foreheads touch as you rise to meet him, hand tenderly wrapping around his neck. As you massage his nape, he quiets down, curling his arms around your waist and tugging you closer. It’s quiet for a moment except for your breathing. It’s mostly in sync now, Jolly’s slowing down now that he’s a bit calmer.

“I’m sorry,” You admit quietly.

Jolly shakes his head. “You have nothing to be sorry for. I went too far, I shouldn’t have—”

“No, you didn’t do anything wrong.” You interrupt him, brushing his hair out of his face.

“Then why were you crying?” He looks at you puzzled.

You shrug, a little reluctant to admit it. He squeezes your waist in reassurance, eyes searching your face as if he’d find the answer there. The pained darling, please spoken against your cheek effectively gives you the push you need to confide in him.

“I thought you were going to leave me.” The confession is certainly heartbreaking. Your voice cracks, lip quivering at the mere mention of the thought. Jolly is quick to kiss you to stop the trembling or calm your mind—maybe both.

“I only wanted to give you some space, love.” He reveals. “I was afraid I had crossed a line. Needed some space of my own to figure out how I can make things better for you. More comfortable.”

“What we do together is amazing. No one has ever made me feel more comfortable than you do. I just get in my head and freak myself out.”

“Is there anything that I can do to help?”

It’s endearing how willing he is to make you feel more at ease. There’s no doubt in his sincerity as he watches you intently, eagerly awaiting a response. The problem is you’re not sure what the answer is.

You consider the thought that maybe you're just broken. Ruined from past partners. The most patient man in the world is right in front of you and willing to do whatever it takes but you can't get your mind and body on the same page.

An idea crosses your mind, but… how do you even begin to ask that?

“I— Just..” You look down, fidgeting with your hands. “Can I show you?”

The question appears to catch Jolly off guard. His mouth drops open though he manages to close it quickly enough. A hand passes through his hair as he laughs nervously.

“You—you want to show me how you like to be touched?”

You immediately assume he’s not up for it and regret washes over you. You blush, hiding your face with your hands in embarrassment. He gently pulls them down, holding them in your lap.

“I would absolutely love that. Will you show me? Please?”

You lift your hips and remove your panties, your bra following after—discarding them who knows where. Your nerves have you completely out of sorts. As you nestle yourself into the pillows, you glance over at him. He seems just as nervous as you are. He gives you a reassuring smile and you take a deep breath.

Closing your eyes, you try to settle into the same headspace as when you’re alone. You sink into the pillows, allowing your hands to roam. They go up and over the slope of your breasts, pinching and pulling your nipples until they pebble. One hand continues exploring across your belly, fingers dancing along your skin.

Your mind drifts to Jolly. How his big hands roam your body— drifting across your thighs in a way that makes you weak. It’s a feeling you’ve tried to replicate every time you’re alone but have never been successful. The soft skin of your hands, as they glide over and down the inside of your thighs, is no match for the roughness of his.

With your legs spread, you run a finger along your slit. Your touches are featherlight as you take the time to enjoy yourself. You dip your finger inside of you, collecting your arousal and coating your clit with it. The sensation has you sighing, dragging your lip between your teeth. Your hips buck slightly to meet your hand, the other slithering back up your body to your breasts. Jolly’s name falls from your lips while you picture him touching you. His lips against your neck, breath hot against your—

“Oh, God.”

The sound of his voice snaps you out of your daydream. You pry open your heavy eyelids to see him lying at your feet, legs intertwined with yours— his hand wrapped around his cock. It’s a devastating sight seeing him this way. He’s propped up on one elbow gaze fixed on your dripping wet pussy. He lets out a choked sob as he strokes himself and fuck it might just ruin you.

“Please..” He begs. “Please don’t stop.”

You moan in response, pushing your finger deeper inside of you adding a second in the process. The stretch has your head swimming; your eyes flutter closed again but his voice pulls you back again.

“God, I can— I can see how tight you’re clenching.”

The honey sweetness of his voice has an effect you weren’t expecting. Every time he speaks you feel the coil in your belly tighten more. You feel a warmth spread through you from the tips of your toes to the top of your head. Yet, you still shiver from the sheer force of his presence. Goosebumps rise on your skin when his hand drifts up your calf as he attempts to get closer to you.

“Those two little fingers are stretching you out so good, baby.” He pauses to lick his lips. “I can’t wait to see what just one of mine will look like inside of you.”

A fire ignites inside of you at his words. The mere thought of his thick fingers stretching you out has you pumping faster. Jolly’s moans become louder as he watches, moving his fist over his cock in the same rhythm that you pleasure yourself with. Sitting up to get a better view, your mouth fills with saliva when you see precum dripping from his tip.

Jolly catches you gawking, adjusting himself to move closer to you. With his free hand, he collects the fluid pushing his thumb between your lips. He moves it in and out of your mouth and you suck hard, swirling your tongue around it. He grunts out a string of curse words, moving as close as he can. As he removes his thumb, he grabs the back of your head, crashing your lips together.

The two of you are now completely tangled together, limbs intertwined. You’re basically sitting in his lap and you can feel every single movement he makes. The crescent moons you dig in his thigh seem to spur him on. He kisses you more aggressively, biting at your bottom lip.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful like this.” Jolly pants in your mouth. “Wrapped around me. Fingers deep in your pretty cunt.”

You shudder against him, his words shooting to your core. You press against the sweet spot within you and you cry out. The coil gets tighter and threatens to snap at any moment. His grunts turn into breathy whines. The hand working his fist moves more erratically. He’s close, too.

Jolly dips his head down, a vulgar moan falling from his lips at the sight between you. He gently pushes your head down for you to see.

“Look at us, baby. Look at you.” He breathes. “Will you cum for me, please? I want to see how you make yourself fall apart.”

The dam finally breaks, your orgasm washing over you. You press the heel of your palm against your clit and your back arches — Jolly holds you upright as you arch your chest towards him. He buries his head between your breasts, sucking and biting. You shake with an intensity you’ve never felt before, with yourself or anyone else.

Jolly moans against your skin and you feel his warmth spurting onto your belly. You look down quickly, not wanting to miss anything. His eyes roll back into his head as he works himself through his orgasm, his legs trembling beneath you.

Once you’ve both come down, he holds you impossibly close to him, not concerned at all about the mess you’ve made. He’ll clean you up soon enough. He praises you between kisses. His hands run down the expanse of your back, your thighs, and then back again.

His calloused skin against yours. The way he speaks to you. Being so close to him this way ignites something within you. He laughs as you attach yourself to his neck, nibbling at his skin.

“Mmm, Round two, already?” He jokes.

“Just returning the favor.” You reply, giggling at the small bruise already showing on his neck.

He doesn’t mind. If being the object of your undying affection means you make a mess of him, then a mess he’ll be.