#hmmmmm little band around my finger

[seokjins-wings]

#noooo i remember this #yoongi was talking abt some semi deep stuff i believe while jin was like #hmmmmm little band around my finger #😭 #seokjin #bangtan #mine

[comfyswitcherblanketfort]

I was sold to Wolfe, this is my story (a shitty Witcher 1D AU)

I mean we all need a little nostalgia nowadays right? and its fun making fun of ourselves?!

Summary: Jaskier gets sold to Wolfe, his favorite boy band, in typical One Direction fan fic style. 

Warnings: Yeah all of them. The fuck was I thinking? This is just awful but i giggled the whole time i wrote it😂😂

In keeping with the spirit of shitty old 1D fic, I didn’t edit this AT ALL. I cannot stress enough how much I tried to revert back to 13 year old Regan with an unidentified need to be dominated projecting onto this type of fic 😖🤣

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 I was a normal teen boy. Everything in my life was typical. Parents’ house, school was boring, a small group of catty girlfriends that probably only kept me around as the token gay, everything. I was even into the major boy band at the time, Wolfe. I mean was I supposed to resist? They were all so pretty, and talented, and the front man, Geralt. Wow. Just wow. I had probably fifty posters of him alone all over the walls of my room. Typical, boring, normal.

Until that morning. 

I, Jullian ‘Jaskier’ Alfred Pankratz (pretentious I know), woke up like any other day. Showered, blow dried my hair to softly lay over my forehead, dressed in my favorite outfit of red skinny jeans and a blue and white horizontal striped top, and smudged the brown coal I stole from my sister around my eyes, I was ready for school. When I got downstairs though, things were… off. 

“There you are! Jullian! Come here.” My mother seemed frazzled, but I was more concerned with the intimidating man standing in our kitchen doorway, munching on an Eggo waffle. 

Mom took me aside into the living room and sat me down at the sofa, “I have something to tell you.”

“Mom, what? Who is that? He looks familiar?”

“Vessimir. Wolfe’s management. You’re going with him.”

My mind screeched to a halt. Ves? He looked different in real life. I guess it’s just because I’m not distracted by the boys in the pictures with him. Wait? What?

“I’m… where am I going?!”

My mother took my hand and squeezed it gently, “We had to cover the mortgage somehow honey, and your father is already working so hard and Josie just can’t stop school suddenly, you know how much she struggles. You’re smart, you’ll be fine. We sold you to Wolfe.”

I didn’t know how to feel. Sold? Bad. I didn’t like being given up by my parents sure. But to Wolfe? The obsession that took up literally all of my free time? The hottest boys I’d ever seen? That gave off the strongest bi vibes I’d ever picked up? Bought me? I could live with that. 

I smiled hesitantly, “Okay mom.... Okay.”

She leads me back to Ves in the kitchen who introduced himself and lead me out to a long white limo.

“But my stuff?”

Ves just laughed, “The boys want to choose your wardrobe. You won’t need it.”

The inside of the limo was everything you see in the movies, bottles of champagne, fancy leather seats, gold plated knobs and handles, everything. I was in too much of a state of shock to enjoy it though. 

By the time we arrived to a gated drive and big mansion my palms were sweaty and I was worried my eyeliner would be running. Ves opened the door and helped me out, leading me up the front steps and into a big beautiful foyer. I could get used to living in the palace they shot Princess Diaries in. 

“BOYS! IM BACK!” Ves grinned and hid me behind a curtain, “Let’s trick them, yeah?”

I heard the skidding of sneakers and could identify each voice muttering to each other in excitement.

“The fuck? Alone?” Lambert. Definitely Lambert. 

“Mom backed out,” Ves explained, not quite selling it well enough.

“Ves. Stop. You said she already signed.” Eskel sounded disappointed and it made me even more nervous if that was even possible. 

Then, suddenly, the curtain I was hiding behind was pulled away, and standing tantalizingly close, was Geralt. He grinned and called back over his shoulder to the others without breaking eye contact with me, pinning me to the floor with those golden eyes, “Found him!”

His voice, goddamn. I had a little thought about how I should try to play it cool, but he was just so pretty and I was putty in his hands without him even having to try. 

He stepped back, holding his hand out to motion where he wanted me to go, “You’re a cheeky one, aren’t you?”

I nodded, not sure how to form words anymore, just trying not to trip over my own feet as he lead me over the meet everyone. He rested his hand on the small of my back and whispered so only I could hear, “Relax, we don’t actually bite.”

I squeaked instead of saying anything but took it as a win, that much closer to being able to say anything. 

Lambert shook my hand, “What’s your name? You’re a cutie.”

I blushed furiously and whispered my answer, “Jullian, but my friends call me Jaskier.”

Eskel took my hand and kissed it, bowing like a noble knight, “Pleased to meet you Jaskier.”

I only realized I wasn’t breathing when Geralt pulled me into his side, “I think he’s in shock.” 

I nodded, “That and Ves ate my breakfast.”

All three of them shot him an exasperated look, but he only shrugged. 

“Well then,” Geralt began, leading me through the halls, the others following behind us, “... let’s get you something to eat then give you the tour?”

He still hadn’t let go of my waist and I sure as hell wasn’t going to complain, leaning into it as we walked. 

Eskel jogged up next to us and laced his fingers through mine, “No fair Geralt, don’t hog the pretty boy.”

Lambert hung back, “I don’t know, this is a pretty good view.”

I squeaked again and leaned closer into Geralt who turned around to scold his band-mate, “At least try to be decent. Let him get settled before you act like a perv.”

I grinned up at him. “Is that what you’re doing?”

Geralt looked down at me with those beautiful golden orbs and I melted, “Hmmmmm” 

#I'm so sorry #i had to #the witcher #the witcher fanfic #the witcher AU #this is simultaneously the best and worst thing ive ever done #geralt of rivia AU #geralt of rivia #eskel #lambert #jaskier #jullian alfred pankratz #fucking hell what have i done #Witcher one direction au #one direction AU #oh lord its so weird to tag that again #yikes #I've been listening to the OG album while i wrote this tho and i forgot just how fire it really was

[inverrerdise]

rules: answer questions and tag 20 some blogs you are contractually obligated to know better 💗

tagged by @monunivers (thanks, bom! i hope you’re doing well!)

name/nickname: i go by kay on here :D

gender: female

star sign: aquarius, but i’m on the pisces cusp

height: 5′3″

time: 4:20pm

birthday: feb 17

favorite bands: verivery, cix, nct, ateez, astro, weki meki, dreamcatcher, mcnd, are my top faves but i follow many more

favorite solo artists: I don’t follow a ton of solo artists by I like ha sungwoon and eric nam on the kpop scene and on the western scene I like alec benjamin, lauv, and sabrina carpenter

song stuck in my head: none at this specific moment, but i’m enjoying eeny meeny by u-know right now

last movie: princess & the frog

last show: ouran high school host club (binged it in like 2 days out of stress of school hahaha)

when i created my blog: july 2020? it was around the time of the thunder comeback i know

last thing i googled: claude levi strauss for my mythology class

other blogs: @dreamingwaytoolate (main)

do i get asks: not too much

why i chose my url: i couldn’t decide on a specific member, so i opted to go for something more encompassing by doing a play on the fandom name, thus “inverrerdise” like i’m enjoying being in the fandom (and I am :) hehe)

following: 49

followers: 🤫

average hours of sleep: around 7

lucky number(s): don’t have one

instruments: i used to play the violin. i played for 10 years, but stopped when i went to college. i bring it out on occasion just for fun sometimes and to refresh my fingers on the notes so i don’t totally forget lol.

what im wearing: jeans and a long sleeve light purple shirt 

dream trip: i’d love to visit cappadocia, turkey

favorite food: i’m a sucker for pasta

nationality: american

favorite song: like of all time? oh boy hmmmmm I don’t think I can pick one so some of my faves are must have been the wind (alec benjamin), shout out to my ex (little mix), paris (sabrina carpenter), runaway (pentagon), we must love (onf)

top three fictional universes i’d like to live in: harry potter, winx (og version ofc we don’t address fate as a thing here), and the summoner series world

#I'M SO SORRY THIS TOOK ME FOREVER #PT 2!!! #i'm really the worst when it comes to tags aren't i lol #i'm sorry for leaving you hanging bom!! #tags

[ansgar-martinsson]

The Best Intentions - Part 7

“You know, Joline, you remind me of someone,” Ansgar chuckled, lifting his fingers to wave languidly at the passing jogger. He laughed harder when said jogger did a double take and turned his head quickly away. “Someone I knew in America.”

“Really?” Joline replied. “I remind you of an American woman?”

He nodded. “You are very American in your demeanor, but in only the good ways.”

“In the good ways, huh?”

“Yes,” Ansgar bowed his head slightly. “In the good ways.”

“As opposed to like… the bad ways?”

Ansgar inhaled, his eyes widening. “Oh, there are many, many bad ways, believe me.”

“Like what?”

Ansgar snorted. “Like…,” he blinked, pulling down his lower lip in a slight cringe, “a bizarre obsession with American football and baseball, a love for tiger-piss beer, a craving for over processed foods, hyper-consumerism and and an overt label consciousness,” he frowned, still considering. “Not to mention a need to be considered independent paired with a constant demand to be pampered, kowtowed to, and fawned upon, and a tendency to be offended by the slightest thing and then post a crusade on Facebook about it. That sort of thing.”

She sucked air through her teeth. “Yeah, bad ways. I get it. So, who was she? This American in the good ways who I remind you of.”

“Her name is Kay. Kay Browntree. She’s in the construction business, a flooring contractor. Has her own business, very ambitious. But she has her boots on the ground for all of her work. Very hands-on. Grout under the fingernails and all that. I liked that about her.”

“A girlfriend?”

Ansgar sighed. “A potentiality that never came to fruition, I’m afraid. I was in Chicago on a project, she was one of my subcontractors. Unfortunately, I had to move on to another project across the country.”

“Why do I remind you of her?”

Ansgar lifted his eyes in thought. He crossed his legs as he twisted to face her, one arm draped languidly in his lap, the other remained perched atop the back of the bench. “Many reasons, I suppose. Kay makes me laugh – a rare thing indeed. She’s carefree. She gives zero shits about who I am, about my bank account or about appearances or personal hierarchies or societal proprieties. She speaks her mind, damn the consequences. She’s honest, transparent, hard-working, and driven. There’s nothing false about her. What I see is what I get. Much like you.”

In short, nothing like Faye. Nothing at all like Faye.

“Oh,” she intoned. “Tell me more.”

He laughed again, but his face softened. He reached toward her and brushed a lock of her dark hair away from her eye, drawing the soft strands gently between finger and thumb. “I see… I see a soft sophistication to you– a knowledge of art, a taste for luxury, an appreciation of the beauty in machinery and an admiration of the finer things. I see an innate grace in the way you move – in the way you shook out your hair when you took off your helmet, for example.” He shrugged. “She’s a lot like you in those ways as well.”

Her eyes widened, just that little bit, Ansgar noted, a microexpression of self-conscious surprise, a shiver at his touch. She shifted further on the bench, crossing one leg beneath the other, her booted foot dangling off the edge of the bench. She leaned against the back, her elbow hooked around the wood slat, her hand dangling just near her breast.

Ansgar couldn’t help but look.

And she caught him looking. She peered down at her own chest, and knowingly lifted her eyes back to him, her hand open in an indicative gesture. “Oh, I get it. Really, it’s just that she’s got great tits like mine.”

Ansgar choked, his eyes gone wide, his mouth formed into a hollow ‘o’. He recovered quickly, flipping a sardonic yet appreciative quirk of an eyebrow. “Noooo,” he crooned. “Yours are far better.”

It was her turn to choke. She sat bold upright, staring incredulously at him. “Excusemewhat?”

He formed his features into a comical ‘oops’ face, his eyebrows shot high, his lips puckered, his hand covering his mouth in a gesture of mock delicate prudishness. “Oh, did I say that out loud? Well. Hmmmmm.” His lips curled in a wicked half-grin. “That must mean that I find you sexy as well.”

“We’re doing brilliantly at keeping our partnership purely professional.” She dipped her head back to follow a bird in flight. “Nice alliteration.” “Thanks. It pops out sometimes.” She shifted on the bench, bending the knee under her to bring up to her chest. She tugged her foot as close to her bum, hugging her arms around it. Her other foot swung underneath the bench, her toes scraping an even tempo against the gravel. “Dad’s influence.” Ansgar saw her zealousness turn inward. The curse of loss taught him the same trick. He nearly opened his mouth to say something when she beat him to it. “He was American, you know,” she dropped in conversationally, without truly pausing to ask. “Got my guts, gumption, glory and grin from him.” A faux smile appeared, behind closed lips and a pensive look. “And my alliteration.” “But your surname… Lindberg, is Swedish, yes?” “My mother’s surname. My parents were… unconventional, never married, never lived in the same country. Scandalous!” She jazzhanded past that tidbit expecting outrage and judgement. When none came, she lifted her eyes to her companion. “Do you really want to hear all this? Or will you be reading the backs of your eyelids in sixty seconds?” Despite himself, Ansgar was intrigued by her. “Feel free to tell me as much or as little as you would like.” Jo’s eyes followed as a family of four chattered by, disrupting the atmosphere with all their ruckus. The baby cried, the toddler whined, the mother yelled and the father talked over all of them. “I’ll abbreviate. Dad worked for Zim International, that shipping company–” “I’m familiar with them. I held several contracts with them importing bamboo from Asia." "Oh, figures… all you executive types know each other.” He chuckled at the generalization, not at all offended by the stereotype. “I grew up here, near Gamla stan… until seventeen. I moved to America to go to uni, Norfolk it was, in Virginia. I stayed on there, graduated, worked, travelled…”

“And,” he flipped his hand, palm up in her direction, looking for another handout of information, “what made you move back here?”

Joline looked at him for a long moment, considering for as long as it took to make a decision on how much she should tell, how much was appropriate. She inhaled slowly, reciting the mantra on her arm over and over in her head.

Live life when you have it. Live life when you have it. Live life when you have it.

And so, she did. “I love my family; I needed them. I missed so much, my mother, my brother… He got married and had kids while I was away. I’d never met my sister-in-law. I didn’t meet my nephews until much later. My mother got sick. I missed so much. And then my marriage fell apart while I was living in Florida.”

“You’re married?”

“Was. Right out of uni. We were young and stupid and playing grown-ups, but we weren’t compatible. It was a mistake, one I’m glad to have made only so I don’t repeat it,” she sighed, playing at a rueful smile. “When there was no affection left in it, we went our separate ways. He went off to DC, and the offer for the Globe workshop fell in my lap. The Globe led me back here, put me in the running for the Opera House, and here I am.”

“I’m… I’m sorry,” he couldn’t find any other words to say. His thumb tucked in against his palm to follow that familiar track to the gold band on his ring finger. He didn’t spin it this time, only tapped it, reminding himself it was still there.

She smiled sadly, but there were no hard feelings of resentment or sadness in her features. “No need to apologize.  Sometimes two people aren’t meant to be together. That’s not always tragic or the end of the world.” She stretched out her legs again, unraveling from the coil she’d put herself into. “I loved him once and I remember that. A part of me, my younger self, the overgrown teenager self, still loves Steven… always will. But she’s not all of me and I’m not quite her anymore. I don’t know if it happened suddenly or over time, but one day I just knew. I needed my family… and they needed me.”

Ansgar nodded. “Family, yes…,” he he paused for a moment in thought, his lips pursed. His eyes focused on nothing in particular… a boat in the distance… as the impact of Joline’s story washed over him.

He thought of his own losses. His own journey, the ways in which he’d shed skin after skin, identity over identity over the past few years. The way in which he’d, as Faye had put it, gone soft. Soft in Faye’s estimation, however, was still as prickly as The Iron Throne to the rest of the world. He thought of Magnus, of Rebecka, and of their child. Their children, now, plural. Thought of the way they had welcomed him back into their home, into their arms, into their world – no questions asked, no consternation about him being for all intents and purposes dead for a year and a half.

And to know Joline had lived that, or something like it as well gave him the sense of a kindred pull to her spirit. A knowledge. An understanding, and the weight of it, the warmth of it settled upon him like a blanket.

“Family is everything, isn’t it?” he finished his thought at last. “I mean, when you come down to it, no matter what sort of shit you get into, no matter how much you hurt them, no matter what pain you endure, no matter how long you’re… you’re gone, no matter how much you change, no matter how hard you try to disappear, it’s your family that… that….”

The sound of a screaming child from just to his right yanked him from his reverie. He shook his head, blinking hard, and gave a breathy chuckle, smiling ruefully up at Joline. He sighed. “Well,” he shrugged, “let’s just say it’s a good job you had your family to come home to.”

He pressed his hands to the bench and shifted forward to stand, but she stopped him with a hand on his arm. “Ansgar.”

“What!?” he snapped, but his eyes softened in almost immediate apology. Live life when you have it, right?  “Look, Joline,” he sighed. I’m just going to come right out and say it. I think you’ve sussed by this point that I am rather… intrigued by you. Even more now that we’ve had this talk.”

“Yeah, I think I get that.” She smiled. “And I kind of want to jump your bones, too, so what’s the problem?”

“Complications,” he said, “albeit minor ones.” His lips curved in a melancholy smile. He stayed perched on the end of the bench, his knees spread wide, and he bent forward, elbows rest on his thighs. He clasped his hands together between, his thumbs working one against the other. “Things we should lay out on the table before we continue.”

“With our partnership? You’re not having second thoughts or…?”

“No! Of course not,” Ansgar sat upright. “That’s not what I’m talking about.”

“But,” she stood then and rest her hands on her hips. “What are you talking about, then? I mean… how can we even think of anything personal when we’re working together?”

“I’m very good at compartmentalizing,” Ansgar declared. “We simply need limits… understandings. I’ve done it before.”

She frowned, cocking her hip. “Done what before?”

“Worked closely with someone,” he took a long breath, his jaw jut forward. “Someone with whom I’d engaged in another sort of relationship.” He stood, then, and stepped nearer, peering down at her, his eyes hooded and intent. “I would like to know if you can do the same.”

She narrowed her eyes, tilting her head and matching his gaze with her own. “I can, I think,” she said slowly. “But, first, I need to know who.”

“Who? What do you mean, who?”

“Who was the someone you worked with? Who were you working with and fucking at the same time?”

He blinked, and his breath caught in his chest at the blunt force of her question. He kept his mask in place, however, his muscles barely moving, his eyes not wavering at all as he said slowly, evenly, “Faye Valentine-Martinsson. My former VP of Security. My wife.”

She lifted her chin, ever so slightly, and her right eye twitched. “Your… wife,” she intoned. She shook her head, her breath hissing from her flared nostrils. “Damn. That ring on your finger you keep playing with…. I should have known.”

“Joline…” Ansgar grasped her arm. “You don’t understand….”

She slapped his hand off, stepping quickly back. “You know, I thought for a minute that maybe you weren’t like that… how silly of me, how stupid! How…ah, fuck all of this… all of it!”  She turned and ran, bolting down the gravel path, her boots kicking up small white rocks in her wake.

“Joline! Wait!” He pelted after her, quickly and easily catching up to her to run beside her. “Joline! Joline!”

…Joline… Joline! Please don’t take him just because you can.

“Leave me the hell alone!”

She increased her speed, but again, he matched, overtaking her. He passed her, cut her off, and quickly turned around, He caught her as she caromed into him, clutching her hard by both of her arms. “Stop,” he commanded. “For fuck’s sake, stop!”

“Let me go, Martinsson!” She writhed, grunting and growling against him, her leathers creaking against his.

“Hey!” He held her fast with an arm around her back. “Come on now! Listen!”

“You can’t…do this,” she seethed. “I won’t… I won’t be that… that woman!”

“What… oof! Ohhhh, fuck!” He groaned, bending over but keeping his grip on her. She’d turned in his arms and threw her elbow sharply backwards into his ribs. “Christ! What… what woman?”

“The other woman!” She gnarled, her teeth grit. “Won’t be your fucking mistress!” She kicked backwards, landing the heavy wooden heel of her boot squarely in the middle of his shin.

“Jesus fuck!” He howled and split his legs wide to avoid more blows. Likewise, he craned his neck to avoid her fists that flew at his face. “You… won’t be! You’re not…. ouch, damn you! Stop hitting me!”

“Fine! Then I’ll do this!” She lifted her foot and slammed it down hard upon his toes. “Fuck! Off!”

“Aargh! Stop that! That fucking hurts!” Ansgar released her, but swiftly whirled her back to face him. He grasped her by the head, one massive hand on either side, and he stilled her. First with a small shake, and then with his gaze, penetrating and sharp. Then with his voice, firm and commanding. “Joline! She left me! I. Am. Not. Married. Anymore!”

… and then, with a growl, he pulled roughly on her, drawing her firmly to him where he silenced her, at last, with his lips.

Joline grunted, her eyes slammed shut, not unexpectedly, but for the control she lost in the situation. All her fight instincts took flight, leaving her defenseless to Ansgar’s kiss. She opened to him, having lost her protestations, denials, angry outbursts of sexual frustration, and let his lips do the caressing, manipulating the last of her vigor.

His tongue swept across her parted lips, a brush against her lower lip, to test her, to make sure she wouldn’t bite as hard as she kicked. Instead she moaned as he tipped her head back to deepen the kiss. Boldly, encouraged by the heady auditory approval, Ansgar plundered her mouth with as much possessive greed as she had entered his office… and his life.

Joline hiked up on her booted toes to erase the last bit of distance between them, wanting for be consumed by the torrential heat blazing off of him. The tangle of tongues sent the sweetest torture of sensation straight to her core, her body heavy with need. One of his hands dug into her hair to hold her captive against his mouth, the other pressed into the small of her back, tipping her hips against his. Dull fingernails scraped along his scalp when she took hold of his curls.

Lust played an undeniable force around them like gravity held them to the Earth’s surface. Slaves to it, but masters of it within their sphere of two. Their friendly jogger, his sights on Ansgar, now making his fifth lap past them, cut his losses and kept going to beat off his own arousal at the picture the two made, a smash of leather, denim and desire.

Ansgar was the one to end the meld of lips and teeth and tongues, regrettably. He knew that if they went on as they were he’d tear her clothes from her body and take her right on the spot, the wandering curious gazes be damned.

Joline herself felt ready to jump into her arms, coil her long legs around him and search out the closest surface to fuck against. He tasted of coffee, sex, danger and she already felt the addictive streams pouring through her body, her pores itching for his fingers and mouth as a balm.

His breath panted against her lips, swollen and pink from the pressure of their passionate kiss and the burn of his goatee. But—Fuck! She was a vision! His influence on her for all to see, he was almost… enchanted by it. He dragged his thumb across her lip, “You’re delicious. I simply cannot wait to taste what other flavors you’re hiding.”

Joline kept her eyes closed, concentrating on the bursts of heated breath spreading over her abused lips and the vibrations from his lips to hers. “God-fucking-damn it, Martinsson!” Only her voice had dropped to a seductive purr instead of the angry tones from moments ago.

He dropped his mouth to her ear, his tongue rasped at the fleshy lobe just once before her murmured, “Search out other art on your skin.”

The five ink decorated skin spots hidden beneath her clothes tingled, sending out a honing signal for him to lock in on. Joline pried her eyes open as he lifted his face to peer into hers. The brassed off woman had been somewhat tamed by temptation, he could see it in the flush of arousal and the relaxed scowl. “If this is what ‘intrigued’gets me, I’m fucked if I ever pique your interest,” she quipped in a delayed response to his comment that led to the heated argument and equally as heated kiss.

The pride and arrogance displayed on him in the forming of a Cheshire grin. “You’re fucked either way, as soon as I get you alone,” he replied confidently.

“I was half hoping you’d be shit at the kissing bit,” she groused. Her hands and the rest of her trembled in her heightened arousal, her libido blaring red to near overload.

He smirked, his fingers playing in her hair once more, wondering at her natural color, “Should I apologize or thank you for the backhanded compliment?”

She sighed dejectedly, “Which drawer have you shoved me into then?” Her words adopted a combative tone but she was still pressed salaciously against him.

The slight didn’t faze him as it would anyone else. He recovered within the blink of an eye, “Joline, I didn’t mean you and you know that’s not what I meant by compartmentalizing.”

She pressed her shaking hands to his chest applying the slightest of pressure to extricate herself from his intoxicating embrace. It didn’t help, she wobbled like a newborn faun, her legs unsure after his seductive kiss. “I just need to know where I fit in your cupboard of playthings. One night stand? Fuckbuddy? Lover? Experiment? Trying me on to see if I fit? Mistress?” She hissed the last word.

Defensively, Ansgar grabbed her arms again, nailing her with his piercing gaze, rooting her to the spot. “I told you. My wife left me,” he ground out between clenched teeth. “You can’t be a mistress when there’s no spouse to cheat.”

She couldn’t explain her petulance. They’d only just met, she had no room to make demands on him. But she felt so strongly about being labeled… “I’m not a homewrecker. I don’t go after other women’s men. That’s not me. I’m not that woman! I won’t be!”

Exasperation colored his sigh of impatience as he dropped his chin to his chest. Women infuriated him at times, tested his limits and busted his balls. Getting laid shouldn’t be this difficult, especially when he reduced the woman to a quivering mess clearly affected by his kiss alone, as he’d done with Joline. “Christ, Joline, you’re not!”

“You’re wearing her ring… still. The one that you promised to love, honor, in sickness and all that rot, yes? It’s still on your finger where she placed it. So are you married or not?” She then crossed her arms under her breasts as if to shield herself from the truth or defend herself from crushing disappointment when he dismissed this thing as not worth the aggravation.

Ansgar’s eyes shifted back and forth between hers, assessing her stake in this. “Why is this so important to you?”

The traffic in the distance had faded, the boats on the water muted, the fragrant breeze that smelled of licorice stuck, even the humans in the ceased to exist. All of that stripped away to leave two souls trying to find common ground to explore their attraction for one another.

“Because when you take me to bed, Ansgar, I want you fucking me. I don’t want you fucking the memory of your wife or ex-wife or whoever she is. I don’t want agendas or schedules or any other person involved.” She stepped into his space again, tucked her forefinger into the belt buckle and tugged him against her until their bodies clashed together, breast to chest, stomach to abdomen, center to groin.

She purred, “Pleasure… adult animal magnetism… orgasms for hours.” Joline nuzzled her hips against his, not quite a graze but something akin to it, a promise of so much more. “Dirty, filthy, raw sex – between two people and we’re the only two people in that room. I want sweat. I want sticky heat. I want shortness of breath. I want my body clamped around your cock.” She bit his lower lip, raking her teeth over the sensitive flesh. “I want the neighbors needing a smoke when we’re sated and too blitzed to fuck again. You can have me when I can have you. You can fuck me when that ring isn’t on your finger.”

#the best intentions

[lonelypond]

Jingle Bell Jazz, Chapter 10

Love Live, NicoMaki, 2.2K, 10/?

Summary: Maki makes a phone call, but not the right one.

Chapter 10

Eli sat at the kitchen table, surrounded by text books and papers. She’d decided to dive into the homework she hadn’t had time for, but the Bibi situation kept her tapping her pencil as she let her thoughts drift. The lack of focus was not typical. Nozomi was currently pretending her own attention was on one of Nico’s fashion magazines, but she wondered how long she had to let Eli stew before starting to pry.

Eli broke first. “Nozomi?”

“Hmmmmm?” Startled, Nozomi hummed a response.

“Why did you say Nico made Maki nervous?”

Easy question. “Because your prodigy pianist can’t take her eyes off Nico and jumps every time the singing spitfire gets near her. It’s why she has so much trouble on some songs. The closer Nico gets, the less Maki listens.”

“It wasn’t like that the night we went to her house.” Eli glanced up from her papers, eyebrows furrowed as she tried to put a name to the feel of that late night session.

Nozomi shrugged, “Maybe Maki’s not thinking as much about music now.”

“Why wouldn’t she be? What else could she be thinking about?” Eli started chewing on her eraser.

Nozomi rolled her eyes, tilting her head back so Eli could catch her teasing look but before she retorted, the phone rang and Eli got up to answer it.

“Hello? Eli speaking....oh, hi Maki....yes, but Nico’s still at work....why don’t you call her...I’m sure she wouldn’t mind...okay, I can tell....sure I can write down the details...yes, I’ll make sure she gets them...as soon as I see her…okay, I’ll call her,” Eli laughed as Maki’s volume increased, “I promise... Get some sleep, Maki. Don’t worry so much.” Eli depressed the switch arms, then dialed a number, waiting for an answer. “Hi, Dani? Is Nico there? Sure, I’ll wait....Hi, Nico, Maki called me. No, I don’t know why she didn’t call you...she sounded busy?...Anyway, that concert thing is at her house at noon...yes, at her house...it’s big enough...ask her Nico, I don’t know...okay, be careful coming home.” Eli hung up the receiver, humming a song Nozomi didn’t recognize, but something had obviously amused her.

“Eli-chi?”

Eli’s grin was smug and Nozomi wondered why. Then Eli crossed to the couch, vaulted over the side, and landed next to Nozomi.

“Forget I asked that thing before.” Mischief practically made Eli bounce.

Nozomi leaned her head on Eli’s shoulder, “What did Maki say that you found so enlightening?”

“It was more a tone…”

“A tone,” Nozomi teased.

Eli nodded seriously, “As a musician and educator, I am attuned to nuance in vocal performance and young Miss Nishikino has a classic case of Nico Nico need.”

Nozomi snorted at the word choice, “How do you know that?”

Eli shrugged, “Voice a little tight, shaky, obviously nervy when mentioning Nico’s name, frequently interrupting herself while demanding three times that I deliver her message to Nico as soon as humanly possible but unwilling to actually call Nico.”

“But can she be cured?” Nozomi slid closer.

Eli ran her fingers through Nozomi’s hair, “The real question is does Nico know?”

“Nico’s only seeing Tsubasa and Europe right now.” Nozomi couldn’t help the sigh.

“I know.” Eli hugged her girlfriend tighter, “Sometimes it’s not so easy.”

Tired of talking about Nico, Nozomi snickered and swerved. “I’m glad you were.”

“Hey!” Eli’s blue eyes narrowed at a smirking Nozomi.

“Well…” Nozomi ran her fingers down Eli’s neck, watching the blonde shiver. “Weren’t you?”

“Nozomi....” Eli might have been attempting a complaint but Nozomi’s insistent lips ended that.

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The Club was bustling, friendly, happy people enjoying the holiday season. Nico bounced between favorite customers, sharing stories about their families, getting nice end of the year bonus tips from regulars she hadn’t seen before Christmas. The kind of night that made the rest of them better, building camaraderie with her co workers and the faces she’d see regularly on her shifts. It was pleasant, easy almost.

In a lull, Nico stared at herself in the mirror behind the bar. She looked more tired than she would have liked. With a sigh, she adjusted the ribbons holding her hair in pigtails, flashing back to Maki’s face, so close, so....Nico wasn’t sure she could put words to the expression on the younger girl’s face, it was a blend of vulnerability, hope, disappointment, and...there had been a certain determined fervor that wasn’t anger, that had dominated as Maki accused Nico of waffling. Was Nico waffling? And why did the temp pianist care about Nico’s choices so much?

“Nico?”

Nico came out of her fugue, “What is it, Dani?”

“You have a phone call and Viv wants to know if you’ve decided when your last day will be.”

Ignoring practical concerns, Nico took the phone, surprised to hear Eli’s voice. “Hi Eli..Maki called you? Why didn’t she call me? Nico said she was heading to work...Of course, she’s too busy to listen to Nico or call her...her house?...Yeah, Nico only saw part of the first floor, but...hey, why didn’t Maki call Nico, she knows the Ace of Rose’s number, she called here before...Nico knows, that’s not your problem..." Nico sighed. "I’ll see you later Eli. Thanks for calling.”

Nico hung up the phone. Why hadn’t Maki called just called her. They’d spent hours together in the car, multiple rehearsals, practically falling asleep on the couch together, shared a milkshake. They’d talked about family, music, future plans, weather...why hadn’t Maki just picked up the phone when Eli had reminded her Nico was at work? Phone calls were easy. Was Maki worried that Nico was mad? Was Maki mad at Nico?

“Hey, Dani, can someone take over my tables? Nico has a problem to solve.”

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Maki had almost stopped shaking. When she’d gotten home, picking up the phone to call Nico to give her the details about tomorrow’s charity performance had been difficult. And then Eli had answered and said Nico was at work. Which Maki had forgotten. But that one phone call had taken all her willpower so she’d just left the message with Eli and hung up, ignoring the saxophonist’s suggestion Maki call Nico at work. So giving Nico the details had happened, and Nico would show up and hear an actual smooth performance. If Maki could produce an actual smooth performance. Which was still questionable. Maki sat across the room from her piano, glaring at it. Once, they had been on the same team. She lifted her hands, flexing her fingers, unable to visualize them on the keys. Instead, Maki was lost in the night before, her mind looping through the moment when she’d held Nico’s coat for her, fingers tingling as she closed it around the smaller woman, her attention captured by the sweep of Nico’s neck where it met her shoulders, the straight line of her posture, the midnight silkiness of the hair cascading down to her back. Maki had frozen for a breath, the party bustling outside a bubble with the two of them alone, caught by a mood she’d never felt, a possibility she had just begun to imagine, almost offering Nico her arm when the songbird buttoned her coat at the throat. But before she could do that, Nico had slid her arm through Maki’s with a daredevil gleam in her eye, “Let’s get out of here, Maki.”

Maki was existing in that moment...no piano, no future, no past, just Nico and...a sense that there, by Nico’s side, that was right, that was possibility, that was where Maki might find a place. But Nico wanted something else. And Maki could give her Europe, first class, even, but not an already celebrated band to front.

Maki frowned at her hands again. Right now, she couldn’t even give Nico a reliable rhythm. That had to change. Focus on the music only. No more possibilities. Just be what Nico needed right now. Maki stood, time to put on Ella Fitzgerald’s “Wishing You A Swinging Christmas” on the turntable and play her way through. And then practice the Chopin and the Ellington for tomorrow. Maki tugged at her hair, at some point sleep would win, but it wouldn’t be tonight.

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Shivering and stomping her feet, Nico rang the mansion doorbell. The wind was cutting through her tights. She’d taken a cab, but she still only had her work uniform on underneath her peacoat. Nico rang again, pumping her fingers. Maki was probably hunched over her piano, trying to figure out the music herself, but what she really needed was to have Nico there to help her unlock it. Maki'd just called Eli less than an hour ago, surely she wouldn’t be asleep yet. When they’d had rehearsal over here, they’d been up working for hours yet.

The door opened and Nico started to say “You just can’t leave Nico messages, Maki, you actually have to…” when a woman not as tall as Maki and with long brown hair stepped into view. The cheekbones and age gave Nico a hint that she might be looking at Maki’s mother.

“Can I help you?” Confusion.

Nico pulled out her smoothest, most charming tone, “Nico is sorry if she woke you, but I needed to see Maki and I didn’t realize you might be back from Maine.”

“Nico?” No recognition, not yet suspicion.

“Nico Yazawa...Maki joined our trio, Bibi, temporarily. She drove me to Troy for Christmas.” Nico wrapped her arms around herself to so Maki’s mom would get the “Nico is cold” cue, “Is Maki here?”

Maki’s mother smiled, “Oh, you’re the singer. Maki’s been…”

“Mama? Did something happen to Papa?” Maki sounded worried, Nico thought, as the redhead came around the corner in her pajamas and bathrobe. She stopped, staring, as soon as she spotted Nico, “Nico? What... why are you here...is something the matter?”

Her mother looked from Maki to Nico as Nico gave up hinting, stepping inside as Maki hurried forward. The door closing behind her, Nico strode up to Maki, “You can’t just call Eli and leave Nico a message. You had Nico’s number.”

“I left the message, you got the message.” Maki pushed to bravery “I didn’t do anything wrong”

“You didn’t do anything right either.” Nico’s hands were on her hips, head cocked aggressively at Maki.

“I forgot you were at work.” It was an almost apology, but that wasn’t what Nico had taken a cab here for.

Nico pressed. “Why didn’t you call me when Eli told you?”

Maki shoved her hands in her bathrobe pockets and glanced away.

Maki’s mother decided to step away from the increasingly tense atmosphere. “Can I get you girls some coffee...or a snack?”

Nico kept her eyes locked on Maki while replying. “Yes, please. Nico left work without dinner.”

“Come into the kitchen when you’re ready.” Maki’s mother was through the archway.

“Okay, Mama.” Maki nodded at her mother, then glanced briefly at Nico and pouted, arms crossed. “You’re disturbingly early. I'm practicing. The recital’s tomorrow, you know.”

Nico rolled her eyes. “Thanks. But as we figured out before, Nico got that message.” Nico stepped closer to Maki, hand gentle on the fidgety redhead’s arm, “Why couldn’t you just call Nico yourself?”

Maki scrubbed fingers through her hair, biting her lip for extra proof of nerves, “I didn’t mean anything...I just...I’m not good on the phone.”

Relieved that Maki wasn’t still...mad, Nico squeezed before letting go, “Call Nico anyway. It’d be nice to hear your voice.”

Maki blushed; Nico continued, raising her hand to her chin, the better to exude wisdom, “Nico has been thinking about your problem…’

“My problem?” Indignant curiosity. So very Maki, Nico realized.

“Nico makes you nervous, right….” Nico sounded serious, but there was a hint of a tease.

Maki caught herself before she stuttered out several “No’s” to prove Nico’s point, pulling down the cuff of her robe instead.

“So if you get used to Nico, your performance will improve, right.” Nico was practically vibrating. How did she have this much energy this late and on no dinner, Maki wondered.

Maki knew she was looking more doubtful than thoughtful but Nico chose to ignore any nuance.

“So if we spend more time working together, Maki’s play will get so good, Tsubasa will beg her to join the band too…”

“I don’t want to…” A point Maki could be firm about.

Nico shrugged, nonchalantly,  “It’s an example of what COULD happen.”

Maki decided to shift the discussion, almost afraid of the answer. “How are you planning to get me ‘used to Nico’?”

“I sit, scoot next to you, you play, I sing, easy peasy.” Nico announced, bumping Maki with her hip.

“No.” Maki jumped two steps away.

“Why not?” Nico batted her long eyelashes, corner of her lip curved invitingly, Maki her sole focus.

Maki licked her lip, trying to think of a way to talk Nico out of being here, at nearly midnight, in her work uniform, demanding Maki share a piano bench.  While that picture was stalling Maki’s thoughts, Nico pounced, sliding her arm through Maki’s and pulling the taller woman down the hall, “But right now, Nico needs a snack.”

And Maki needed a minute. At the minimum. But Nico was a whirlwind, rushing them into her latest plan. But the thought of Nico, sweet and musky, voice tart, twisty and tender, next to her, welcome, warm, tantalizing, was clamping Maki’s lips together, preventing any protests. Treasonous thoughts, Maki realized, conjoined with the remembered comfort of a sleepy Nico curled against her side. Coffee would be essential. Keeping up with Nico when rested was challenging enough.

A/N: February has been a month so far, but I'm happy with how this chapter turned out. Still not sure exactly how long this will take 'til we have achieved harmony, but I hope you're enjoying the ride.Take care! Comments and cheer welcome.

#NicoMaki #Jazz #Jingle Bell Jazz #Love Live #Nishikino Maki #Yazawa Nico #NozoEli #Ayase Eli #Tojo Nozomi #music #fanfic #holiday #Christmas #etc

[ofstarsandvibranium]

Oops...

Fandom: Star Wars (High School AU)

Pairing: Poe Dameron x Reader

As requested by @firefeatherx who wanted a Poe fic based off this cute ass post.

A/N: I also saw this video of a marching band playing a rendition of “Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You” and I loved it. So yeah. There’s a part in here inspired by that.

Senior year. What a lovely, fun, and, most of all, stressful time. Everything you did this mattered most of all. You had to keep your grades up. You had to apply to colleges and decide a major. And, basically, you had to decide what to do for the rest of your life all throughout one school year. But thank whatever beings above that there were events like Homecoming, football games, and prom to ease your stress levels.

Prom was one of the biggest events to occur in high school. Everyone dressed up to the nines and partied the night away. You weren’t much of a party person, but your friends convinced you to go since you only experience prom once.

You had your dress picked out, hair style planned, and makeup look already in mind. You were ready. Did you have a date though? No, and you didn’t mind. You were all going with your friends anyway. So it was all going to be fine.

Poe wandered around the tuxedo place looking at all of the different suits, ties, and vests. He just didn’t know what to wear! 

He groaned and took out his phone calling you, his best friend, immediately. He listened to the annoying ring and waited for you to answer. When it stopped he immediately blurted out, “I need help!”

He heard you chuckle on the other end, “Well hello to you too.”

“Sorry. Hi. What color should I wear to prom?”

“Uuuuhhh I don’t know. That’s really up to you, Poe.”

“We have to match though since we’re going together. So what color is your dress?”

You were very confused, “Um, Poe, since when were we going together? I thought we were all going as a group.”

The line went a little silent. On Poe’s end, he was slapping his head and mentally calling himself an idiot. You heard him sigh, “Well shit. I forgot to ask you.”

You couldn’t help but laugh because that was so like Poe. Poe found himself smiling as he listened to you laugh at his idiocy. 

“Well, we can’t go together if you don’t ask me.” You said smirking into the phone.

Poe felt butterflies in his stomach, “Y/N L/N, will you go to prom with me?”

He heard you hum, “Hmmmmm...nope.”

“Aw come on!” Poe exclaimed earning some glares from people in the tux shop.

You giggled, “I expect something grand from you Dameron. Come on. You know I’m not easily swayed.”

“How am I supposed to do that?”

“You’ll figure it out. Byyyyyeeee!!!” You hung up the phone leaving Poe even more frustrated because now he had to figure out how to ask you to prom.

The next day you were in the cafeteria eating lunch with Ben, Rey, and Finn when the school band came bursting in playing their rendition of “Can’t Take My Eyes Off of You”. All eyes were on them as they played. The group suddenly divided and revealed Poe holding a megaphone. He began to sing and everyone cheered. 

He slowly made his way to you and you could feel yourself blushing like crazy. At the chorus, Poe jumped onto your table and sang with so much passion everyone was going wild. 

Once the song ended, he pointed his finger and a banner that hung on the wall unrolled to reveal the words: Y/N L/N, will you go to prom with me?

Poe pulled you onto the top of the table and spoke into the megaphone, “So?”

“Impressive,” you paused and everyone was on the edge of their seats waiting for your answer, “Yes, I’ll go to prom with you.”

The crowd burst into applause and shouts of congrats. Poe picked you up and spun you around in victory. You giggled at the action. 

Without a second thought, Poe pressed his lips to yours and you froze for a second. He moved his lips against yours and you began to kiss him back. He pulled away with a grin, but he was blushing like crazy, “Sorry. Was-Was that okay? Is this okay?”

You smiled up at him and nodded, “Definitely okay.”

#poe dameron #poe dameron x reader #poe dameron imagine #star wars #au #high school au

[kiyye]

black nail polish, pantone, plants, sunrise 💕💕💕

black nail polish: do you have a bucket list? 

OKAY I ALREADY DID THIS ONE BUT HERE THEY ARE AGAIN, THE TOP THREE:1. webcomic2. lotr tour3. tea garden

pantone: describe a person close to your life in detail.

oh man!!! okay so theres this person i know. i’m crazy in love with them?!?!? they have a warm voice and a brilliant smile, and sometimes they giggle when they’re being silly and its like eating some really yummy chocolate but like, thru ur ears, thats how it sounds. they are taller than me but not thaaaaat tall but still pretty dang tall, and they have Big Hands. their hair is the best kind of hair to put your fingers in! they like to wear the kinds of clothes that make u really want to hug them and also ask what bands theyre into or what kinds of coffee they would recommend or if they’ve been to any parks recently. like they just look like u could ask those kinds of things and get a really good answer. their hair always smells like nice shampoo!!!!! they are extremely kind and always think of little things, and they’re definitely a hufflepuff because theyre loyal and caring and they remind me of like a rlly cute and nice badger. they have a wide range of remarkable interests and its so engaging and fun hearing them talk about them!!! they have good soft lips and their eyes are tealy blue, but with an exciting and magical ring of gold around the middle!!!! the gold bit isnt visible a lot because often when they look at me their pupils are really big, but when we go outside their pupils get smaller and i can see it real good. its my favorite thing. they make me feel hopeful and cared for and safe!!! i wonder who it is? u will never know because im not even going 2 say their name. i guess it will always b a mystery

plants: pick a person to stargaze with you and explain why you picked them.

hmmmmm. i wonder??? who???? i would pick???? ok its u. but okay, for one reason, obviously, because i love you and it would be romantic. but also!!! you are warm and i would probably get cold so you could do me a big cuddle. also, i would be able to make silly jokes like ‘those stars look like a dick’ and i know u would laugh. (why is the plants ask about stargazing??? who knows)

sunrise: pick a quote and describe what it means to you personally.

OH JEEZ ??!?!?!?! okay uhhhh. i thought about this one for a bit. and . not to be a cheesy nerd but!!! probably yoda’s “do or do not, there is no try” because i remind myself of it a lot when im feeling not confident in my own abilities, and my dad used to say it a lot to motivate me when i was a little kid which is super cute!!!!!!!! other choices would be mmaybe something from the count of monte cristo or lotr. also maddie u know how many movie quotes me and the family rattle off all the time I HAVE SO MANY FLOATING AROUND IN MY HEAD

#this is gay #gay gay gaaaay #anyways maddies eyes are my favorite because they're like ?!?!? my favorite two colors ?!?!? together ?!?!?!? so beautiful #ask

[rawiswhore]

Jeremy Irons x Fem Reader- “Rainbow Party” Part 2

Before you could move onto the next man, you stuffed your breasts back into your corset, even though your corset was untied, but hey, at least your torso isn't squeezed and tightened into submission.

You got yourself up off of the floor, straightening your body as well as your legs, where you walked to the other room to the next man you wanted to pleasure.

The next man you wanted to pleasure was the Englishman with brown hair, dark brown eyes, looked and was dressed like Jeremy Irons in "Lolita".

Again, he wasn't your personal favorite, but he is very sexy.

(Author's note: While I won't deny Jeremy Irons is a hottie, he isn't my personal favorite of these men in these fanfics I'll be writing next week).

You walked across the room on the sleek, marble floor, holding opposite sides of your huge dress you were wearing, walking towards the Jeremy Irons lookalike.

Women were surrounding him and all over him; his shirt and vest was unbuttoned, his pants were unbuttoned and unzipped, his penis dangling out of his pants.

One woman was kissing his lips (although, she wasn't sitting on his lap) and running her fingers through his hair, 2 other women was leaving kiss prints on his chest, another woman was giving him a blowjob, sitting on the ground.

Looking at him, you wonder if you should put some lipstick on your lips and do what you did to Jean Paul Levesque.

Your hand tapped a woman who was leaving kisses on his chest.

Her head turned around and looked at you, stopping at what she was doing.

"Should I put lipstick on when I kiss him?" you asked her. "While he is sexy, I'm not that much in love with him that much".

"Do whatever you want" she suggested, shrugging her shoulders.

While he's sexy, he has enough lipstick already on him, so maybe he doesn't need any more lipstick on him except for on his penis.

What could you do right now while some women are all over him? Caress his chest? At least the bare parts? Wait?

"Ladies" you shouted to the women surrounding this Jeremy Irons lookalike, trying to get their attention.

All of the women paused at what they were doing, turning their heads to look at you.

"Have you all sucked his penis?" you asked them.

One of them is obviously sucking his penis right now.

The woman kissing the Jeremy lookalike's lips shook her head no, so did the two women on his chest.

You then had an idea that popped into your head.

"Alright, go back to what you were doing!" you exclaimed.

The women all went back to what they were usually doing to this Jeremy doppleganger.

Getting a glimpse at the Jeremy lookalike's cock, his penis was really not all that big.

Wonder if once there's all these lipstick rings on their penises until no bare flesh is shown, if they're finished with putting kiss marks on these men and these women can go home? And the men can go home too?

Either way, it's better to what you the idea you wanted to do with this man.

Meanwhile, while standing by this Jeremy lookalike, you looked across the room at Jean Paul Levesque.

The Spanish woman was sitting in his lap, he was still sucking on her breasts, whereas the blond haired, blue eyed woman (the one who was sucking his fingers) was below her, sucking his cock.

Another woman was now sucking his nose, it was one of the women who joined you.

Meanwhile, the Lily Cole lookalike was giving him kisses on his chest as well as biting his nipples.

Wonder if you should kiss this Jeremy Irons' lookalike's lips before doing anything to him?

Then again, his lips are probably all tainted in lipstick now, and you don't want to taste his lips if they're coated in lipstick.

One of the women who was kissing his chest left him, moving on to the Michael Fassbender lookalike.

Now's your chance!

Hovering over his chest, you moved your face close to his neck, where you landed your lips below his neck.

Luckily, there were no kiss marks going down his torso.

Your lips brushed all the way down his naked torso, the middle of his naked torso.

The hair on his arms stood straight up, his hands were grabbing onto the arm chair's rests.

He moaned in the woman he was kissing's mouth.

She must've been kissing him for a long time, will she move on?

Once you reached below his navel, there was a girl sitting their sucking his dick.

Is she finished yet?

He must've already came already.

You tapped her gently on the shoulder, where she turned her head and looked at you.

"Are you finished fellating him?" you asked her.

She looked at his penis, a ring of lipstick was surrounding it, she shrugged her shoulders.

It wasn't the only lipstick ring around his dick.

She had spent quite a bit of time sucking his cock, even swallowing his cum.

"I'm sorry if I'm being impatient" you said.

"It's alright" she replied.

You then tapped the girl kissing the Jeremy lookalike's lips, where she turned her head to you, breaking the kiss.

The Jeremy lookalike's eyes opened and looked at you.

"Are you finished kissing him?" you asked her.

"I have kissed him for quite some time, yes" she replied.

"I'm sorry if I'm being rude" you apologized.

"I'll let you fellate him if you want" said the woman close to his dick.

She had to be in her 20's, the majority of women in this room were in their 20's.

"Thank you" you said to her, smiling.

"You're welcome" she said back.

She then pulled away from his cock, showing his tiny little dick.

It's okay if his dick is small, anyway. You're not a size queen.

But before you could go down on him, you had to ask him something.

"You" you said to the Jeremy Irons lookalike, pointing at him. "Do you think I'm pretty?"

"You're beautiful" he replied.

"Thank you. Would you like me to kiss you?" you asked. "On the lips?"

"You're welcome" he replied. "If you want".

He is sexy, you may as well kiss his lips.

But not for now.

Now is time to suck his cock!

But before you could suck his dick, you had to put some lipstick on your lips.

You opened your purse and pulled out your lipstick, where, again, you lifted the cap off of your lipstick and twisted the lipstick tube, until the lipstick rose out of it.

You directed the lipstick on your lips, where the red lipstick filled and colored your pinkish lips in, reddening your lips.

The lipstick went up and down your lips and colored them in.

You then twisted the lipstick tube over and over again until the lipstick crawled back in the little hole again, and put the cap back on the lipstick, tossing the lipstick back in the purse.

Speaking of lipstick, the woman who was previously sucking his cock and offered you to suck his dick was putting on another coat of lipstick on her lips.

But enough about that, let the games begin.

You walked over in front of where he was sitting, where you then lowered your body down back on the floor, sitting in between his knees.

Opening your mouth, you moved your head closer into his genitals and wrapped your mouth around his cock.

Your mouth was above a ring of lipstick around his shaft, so that way you won't bob your head up and down his dick and smear the lipstick on his penis.

Speaking of bobbing, like Jean Paul Levesque, you didn't bob your head up and down the Jeremy Irons' lookalike's penis, why?

So you could leave a ring of lipstick around his cock and not smear lipstick all over his dick.

While you were sucking him off, you tasted his dick.

It tasted pretty salty, which means he must've came already.

His dick was flaccid and limp, which means someone must've sucked him off already and he came.

You placed your tongue on his cock, where your tongue swirled and twirled around his cock like a pole dancer.

Meanwhile, while you were sucking him off, the woman who was previously sucking his dick and applying a new lipstick was sitting right next to you, where she started sucking on his right testicle and even leaving some kiss marks on one of his balls.

You've always wanted to try sucking on some guy's nuts, but not for now.

Better luck next time.

However, that girl sucking his nuts did give you a slight idea.

While you were sucking on his cock, you put one of your hands on his left nut, that nut sitting in between your thumb and your index finger, where you rubbed his left ball in a circle with the pad of your thumb.

This felt so good on him, so good, he was going...nuts. (ba-dum-tsssssh).

His chest was heaving up and down, he moaned while you rubbed one of his balls while the other girl was sucking one of them.

Was he going to cum again? Hmmmmm, wonder if that's possible for him?

Meanwhile, the girl who was kissing his lips was now kissing his torso, leaving a trail of kiss marks down his neck and down the middle of his torso much like you were previously doing to Jean Paul Levesque.

Your tongue teased the Jeremy lookalike's penis head, swirling all around his penis head and even licking the little slit where cum and pee comes out of.

His heart was beating quite intensely, you doing this to him was enough to make his cock rise again.

Two other women had joined this Jeremy Irons lookalike, where they both were licking, sucking and biting both of his nipples.

You then elevated your head up his penis, where your mouth was now much wider like a rubber band, not wrapped around his penis.

His dick was no longer inside your mouth.

You looked closely at his penis.

Now, there were 3 rings of lipstick around his shaft.

You then lifted yourself up from the ground, standing straight, and walked to the left side of the Jeremy Irons' lookalike, where you put your hand on his shoulder and shook it, trying to get his attention.

He slightly jolted, his eyes opening and looked at you.

"Can I kiss you?" you asked. "On the lips?"

"Would you like to?" he asked.

You shrugged your shoulders.

Since you planned on kissing every man in the room's lips, I guess he should have a chance too.

You then pulled your face into his face, where your lips landed on his lips, your eyes closing once you got closer and closer to his face.

His eyes had closed once your lips landed on his.

He put one of his hands behind your head, where he pulled you in closer for a kiss.

His lips tasted like lipstick, which wasn't the best taste ever, especially tasting other women's lipsticks on his lips.

You snuck your tongue into his mouth, your tongue trying to entice his tongue.

With that, the two of you started open mouth kissing, French kissing each other, where the two of your tongues were wrestling one another.

You did this while your lips were still on his, even though his lips tasted like lipstick.

You hope the other men's lips don't taste like lipstick, although there probably will be a 50/50 chance they do taste like that cosmetic.

But don't worry, you can probably handle it and tolerate it.

While you were open mouth kissing him, you put one of your hands behind his head, brushing your hand up his hair, your fingers weaving through his hair.

He might not have long hair like some of the other men in the room with you, but he still has plenty of hair for you to run your fingers through.

You running your hands and fingers through his hair messed his hair up, although his hair was already messy thanks to a woman running her fingers through his hair.

Meanwhile, right below you, the woman who was sucking on one of his nuts was now sucking the other nut, her mouth traveling from left to right testicle, leaving kiss marks on his testes and even sometimes sucking them.

You then pulled yourself away from him, where his eyes suddenly opened and so did yours.

His hair was messy, like he just got out of bed, but whatever.

Now it's on to the next man!

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I actually have wondered if I should write imagines of this “rainbow party” fanfic, because so many women on tumblr want to probably do what I’ll type about in future “rainbow party” fanfics.

Not to mention, in the 2000′s, there was this “rainbow party” moral panic, that teenagers were having these rainbow parties, where the girls would all put on a different colored lipstick and leave a rainbow of colors on either anything they kiss, lipstick rings of different colors on guy’s dicks or both.

The whole thing turned out to be a lie and a hoax.

And no wonder why...because girls would probably be fighting over which dude to kiss and guys would be fighting over what girl kisses him where!

#jeremy irons #fanfiction #jeremy irons x fem reader