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Did anyone see the Paris Opera Ballet’s Swan Lake on IMAX this weekend?
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Nureyev’s libretto….lots to unpack. Rothbart is such a central character in this version pulling the narrative strings in overt and dark ways both inside the court and on the mystical lake. He’s not just evil wizard who has trapped Odette, he’s a dark force within the very halls of power who seems to have everyone hoodwinked — this fully registers with me after the recent US election.
It seems the capture of Odette and turning her into a swan was some sort of long game to destroy Siegfried, who stands in the way of power. But Rothbart also seems to have some masochistic, sexual feelings for the young prince, too. The homoeroticism was off the charts — I’ve never seen the crossbow gifted to the price so seductively! One interpretation could be that this version of Swan Lake is about doomed sexual longing because it’s Siegfried who dies in the end. Odette is forever trapped as a swan, and Rothbart’s dominance is complete.
In the sequel, Rothbart marries the Queen and rules with total power because she’s lost in grief after the death of her only son. Odile is his mistress. But the Prince’s Friends with the help of the swans come to the rescue and defeat Rothbart, returning the balance of power of good over evil. You’re welcome!
Park delightfully surprised me. I had never seen her dance before beyond short clips online. She exceeded my expectations, especially as Odile. Marque is really exquisite. He’s an expressive dancer with beautiful jumps and soft landings. But Pablo Lagasa, as Rothbart, stole the show with his technical prowess and smoldering deep-set eyes.
Seeing this in IMAX is incredible. Would love more of these, please! Love the bird’s eye views of the corps….I don’t care for a lot of Nureyev’s choreographic choices, but I did love seeing the corps formations, especially in Act 3. Normally, I like the set design and costumes at the POB, but the Easter egg hues for the court scenes didn’t work for me. The fuchsia gowns for the brides with those tiny fans were downright garish.
#ballet#paris opera ballet#swan lake#rudolf nureyev#Pablo lagasa#sae eun park#Paul Marque#youtube#imax#ballet on screen
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I made this Princess tutu fakir x ahiru wallpaper,hope you like it. Feel free to use it~<3
#Princess tutu#princess tutu ahiru#princess tutu fakir#fanart#Illustration#wallpaper#anime#anime wallpaper#screen protector#Digital Illustration#ballet
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I have a ballet presentation tomorrow wish me luck x_x
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watched happy new year last night and it is STILL the funniest movie of the century I checked 😌😌
#Maybe the humours a little juvenile at some parts#But it’s still LMAOOOOO#the ballet part of the dance montage is my absolute favvvv tho omg#It’s no dialogue just goofy classical music playing over it and it is SO FUNNYT#tears in my eyes#need to screen record and post it later
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Volume 296
Special guest: Jim Powers
0:00:00 — "Super Heroine Theme" by Super Heroines (1982)
0:03:38 — "A Lie and a Cheat" by Scared of Chaka (1999)
0:05:55 — "Me" by Rubella Ballet (1982)
0:08:53 — DJ
0:19:27 — "Pushing Buttons" by TV Neats (1981)
0:21:21 — "Thin Green Line" by TV Smith (1994)
0:25:17 — "Marshmallow in a Keyhole" by The And (1984)
0:28:03 — "Prove" by Ric Ocasek (1982)
0:31:48 — "Carolina Called" by Friends of the Maid (1984)
0:37:08 — DJ
0:47:39 — "New Blood" by Screen 3 (1981)
0:51:02 — "Blålys" by The Aller Værste! (1980)
0:55:00 — "Call the Uh-Oh Squad" by Robert Ellis Orrall (1982)
0:57:10 — "Love Bomb" (Dub) by Clare Grogan (1987)
1:00:27 — "I Cannot Read Your Mind" by The Grogans (2023)
1:03:17 — DJ
1:14:55 — "The Girls Are Out Now" by Roy Sundholm (1979)
1:18:12 — "Fake I.D." by The Anemic Boyfriends (1981)
1:20:52 — "Band of Brothers" by Billy Changer (2014)
1:23:45 — "Theme from Cow" by Inspiral Carpets (1989)
1:25:27 — "Blow It Up!" by The Dark Side (1980)
1:27:33 — DJ
1:40:00 — "Fuegos de Octubre" by Patricio Rey y sus Redonditos de Ricota (1986)
1:43:30 — "Living the Answer" by The Comets (1981)
1:46:33 — "Rhetoric" by Stick Against Stone (1985)
1:50:22 — "Deathwish" by Luther Thomas & Dizzazz (1981)
1:53:36 — "Each Time Centered" by Spahn Ranch (1987)
1:56:11 — DJ
2:07:01 — "Le Cri" by Pro Memoria (1988)
2:11:11 — "Nights of Passion" by The Radicals (1981)
2:14:06 — "Reaching the Bad Man" by Singers and Players (1981)
2:22:42 — "Penguin in the Jungle" by Ramesh (1981)
2:26:52 — "Valleys" by Fourwaycross (1986)
2:32:10 — DJ
2:46:23 — "I Came, I Saw, I Left" by Rob Stoner (1980)
2:48:42 — "Sparkle That Shines" by Straitjacket Fits (1988)
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#super heroines#scared of chaka#rubella ballet#tv neats#tv smith#the and#ric ocasek#friends of the maid#screen 3#The Aller Værste!#robert ellis orrall#clare grogan#the grogans#roy sundholm#the anemic boyfriends#billy changer#inspiral carpets#the dark side#patricio rey y sus redonditos de ricota#the comets#stick against stone#luther thomas#dizzazz#spahn ranch#pro memoria#the radicals#singers and players#ramesh#fourwaycross#rob stoner
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God I swear I’m not trying to be all doom and gloom talking about my health I know it’s annoying I just really need a break and everyone irl is already done with my shit bc I’ve been too anxious to go back to the doctor bc the last one told me I’d just have to deal with it and potentially get more surgeries and I’m 23 dude. It took nearly 3 years before my doctor even agreed that that surgery was necessary and it didn’t even fully fix my shit it just lessened the pain — which I’m grateful for, don’t get me wrong! But I haven’t had full limb function in my left arm since I was 15 and they made it sound like the surgery would fix it and then acted like I was overreacting when it didn’t. And my left leg has been deeply fucked for nearly as long, and at least slightly fucked at least since I hit double digits, and has gotten progressively worse. So like I know, I get it that I need to go to a doctor, but why would it go better now? What’s going to make a doctor take me seriously now?
I want to be angry, but I’m too tired.
#chronic health#chronic pain#cpunk#cripple punk#tw surgery#I was told (in a nonprofessional capacity) that I should be screened for ehlers danlos syndrome#which matches a lot of my symptoms#and my parental units want me to get screened for pots#and a heart murmur#and mitral valve prolapse#and asthma but I’ve been tested for that within the last 5 or 6 years and seem to be fine in that regard at least#I don’t want to keep doing this man#I would really like to be healthy#I miss ballet a fuckton#and martial arts#and just being able to go places with my friends without having to plan out how to avoid fainting or pain flares#maybe hEDS#I don’t want to clutter up the actual tags with my hypothetical shit#tw vent#fever’s vibe check#feverdreamsandlucidnightmares
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so this last June was when the mini-performance before my old ballet studio's show was Carmen. And so one of this songs within this performance if you don't know already, is the toreador march.
So when this song came on, my older sister leaned over to me and whispered "freddy fazbear"
and I would like to say thanks to Scott Cawthon for singlehandedly ingraining a song into a generations mind
#toreador march#freddy fazbear#fnaf#scott cawthon#That ballet studio was actually super shitty though#Like the lady running it uses actual abuse tatics on the kids#this woman is like 60 and acts like a teenager shes to petty fuking ridiculous.#the actually studio was falling apart while their house/farm (which sometimes in the summer the older kids would go practice there)#HAD A MASSIVE FLAT SCREEN TV.#what the fuck
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excited to spend the next chunk of my free time (and tbh even on the clock time...) pirating from the royal opera house
#hmu within two weeks time if you want any of their ballets screen recorded and saved so you dont have to pay ten bucks a month for em#lemon squeezy.txt
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IN OTHER NEWS. WAS ANYONE GOING TO TELL ME IZUMI DOES BALLET IN HIS DEFAULT 4* SILENT OATH SPP OR
#leo composes#JUMPSCARED BY IZUMI DOING PIQUES ACROSS MY SCREEN#every so often i forget izumi canonically does ballet and then i get slapped in the face#god but it fucked. it went so hard. his form was fantastic get it sena#in other other news i have a full lineup of silent oath spps#next door leo meowskeeteers ritsu and kasa default izumi and naru
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Poliça - Wandering Star
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Choreography by Yemi D.
#poliça#wandering star#channy leaneagh#ryan olson#chris bierden#drew christopherson#ben ivascu#pop#give you the ghost#2012#yemi d#choreography#ballet#modern dance#screen dance#Youtube
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the vast majority of fanworks are bad, and that's fine, actually. they are bad for the same reason that the average number of legs for a human person to have is less than two: statistics. like with all endeavours and especially creative ones, most people who write fanfiction or draw art of their favourite characters are bad at it. if you line up all the crochet projects in the world, most of them will be, well, bad. some are bad because they're the first thing a person ever made, or the second or third or tenth, and this kind of thing takes practice. others are bad because the person who made them is just not very good at it. maybe they just learned how to make granny squares and they're perfectly happy to never expand or improve on that. most people who dance or bake or garden or braid hair are not amazing at it! and you'd never go to your kid's dance recital or eat your friend's homemade carrot cake and expect the same experience as you'd have at a professional ballet performance or award-winning bakery. And that's if we assume there is an objective measure of Good Art, which there isn't! Some art is just "bad" because you don't like it!
I think though that specifically with fanfiction, we sometimes forget that when we read a book or watch a movie, dozens of people have looked at it and given feedback and made changes and done quality control before the final product reaches our shelves or screens, and that's not counting the original writer's learning process and past experience. A published book is not anyone's first crochet project, even if it is their debut novel. But with fanfiction, the barrier to entry is so low (on purpose! this is a good thing!) that we do get to see a lot of wonky granny squares, and on sites like AO3 they're sitting on the same shelf as the hand-made silk lace wedding dress and you can't always tell just by looking at it which is which. The consequence of this is that we encounter fic that we think is unpolished, has bad punctuation, is out of character, and we are tempted to think "well, this is awful! how dare this person put this wonky granny square on the same shelf as the lace wedding dress!" But that's not how fandom is supposed to work! That wonky granny square is somebody who is really excited about this TV show they just watched and they are reaching out into the void to share their excitement with you. To scoff at them for not making a lace wedding dress is really, really rude. Even if they did make a lace wedding dress, maybe it's just really not your style, or you think they should have used a different pattern, and it's still their wedding dress. You don't have to wear the dress and you don't have to read the fic.
We all know that there is some fanfic out there that is incredible. I think it's important to talk about that! But the vast majority of people who post their writing online are just sharing their little hobby projects that they make for fun and I also think it's important to remember that.
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A History of Dance on Screen | Documentary feat. Rudolf Nureyev, Alvin A... https://youtu.be/SzpncEw9e6c?si=8jxoIlLhk-sIHv-e
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#danza#ballet#dance#bailarina#bailarines#dancer#bailarin#danzacontemporanea#screen#dance on film#Youtube
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Jeremy Brett (My Fair Lady)—"...he was beautiful. A strange adjective to use in describing a man. I use it not to suggest effeminacy or a kind of male prettiness, but in the same way I would use it to describe a throughbred stallion, Michelangelo's David or Gershwin's Rhapsody in Blue. There was with Jeremy Huggins [Brett's non- stage name] a perfection and sublime symmetry in his features that was beautiful." [quote from "Bending the Willow" by David Stuart Davies]
Gene Kelly (Singin’ in the Rain, An American in Paris, The Pirate)—It’s hard to know where to start with Gene Kelly because he did so, so much, of such a high quality, from the ballet scenes in “An American in Paris” to the classy suave movie star act of “Singin’ in the Rain” to the incredibly camp, sexy “The Pirate”. He just never stopped finding cool ways to do things and he’s just brilliant to watch, especially when he’s dancing, but even when he’s doing drama or being silly! He’s one of those guys who could genuinely do it all and just radiates charisma through the screen, literally an #icon in every sense of the word.
This is round 4 of the bracket. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. Please reblog with further support of your beloved hot sexy vintage man.
[additional propaganda submitted under the cut.]
Jeremy Brett propaganda:
"according to critic Kenneth Tynan a 'too beautiful' Hamlet."
“Please take my humble offering of propaganda for bisexual icon ✨️Jeremy Brett✨️ and his early career!"
"he’s such a himbo sunshine boy in my fair lady"
“not technically propaganda because it won’t let me save the images but just found out my bi king jeremy brett played patroclus https://www.jeremy-brett.fr/crbst_183.html and also apparently dorian gray in the 60s and basil hallward in the 70s?? range.”
"...as a dashing D'Artagnan in The Three Musketeers (1966/67) (Duelling is no problem! XD)”
“dropping to sleep - Jeremy is far too handsome to play d'art and also too tall, lol”
Gene Kelly propaganda:
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"he was genuinely kind and supportive to judy garland when she was going through a rough time. she was having heavy trauma/addiction responses in 'Summer Stock' which led to her being late all the time and being too scared to come on set, and he actually faked twisting his ankle to distract everyone from her and give her some time off! so yeah, maybe he was a hardass, but when his friend needed him he was 100% there for her, and I think that's worth noting."
#gene kelly#jeremy brett#hotvintagepoll#fuck that old man#round 4#sherlock holmes vs—no i shant say it
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a/n: technically a fic but too lazy to edit a header. tagging @slttygeto @crysugu @omgeto @ohmygetou @lvlybee @hyomagiri @jabamin ☆
warnings: roommate!geto, soft dom!geto, semi-public sex (the public being gojo & shoko lol), exhibitionism, praise, finger sucking, pet names, fingering, clit stimulation, oral (m receiving), reader chokes a little, cum shot, unprotected sex, riding, creampie / breeding kink, n*sfw under the cut
thinking about roommate!geto and having those dormitory movie nights like i mentioned in the roommate fic but now that you’re together and cuddling on the couch, gojo and shoko can’t help but playfully gag and tease the two of you — geto is smooth, always stroking your hair while his honeyed eyes only stay staring at you as they play some stupid lovey song like spandau ballet’s true in the background.
but what geto loves more than feeling your skin burn from the teasing and your soft sighs of love through your kisses is snaking his hand over your lap with the blanket that’s covering the both of you. it’s winter in tokyo, anyway, so at least you had the excuse of that over your bodies while geto teases the skin above your waistband.
“but they’re right there—” fingers clasped around his wrist as a warning. the movement is so quick the snack bowl almost topples over.
“relax...” geto lands a peck to your temple, smiling when he feels your hand loosens as soon as the warmth of his hand meets with the warmth of your cunt, “be quiet for me and i’ll let you cum.”
you hum in reply, wrapping an arm around his bicep now to stay closer to him, making a show that nothing sinister is going on under your pants and blanket. with one peek to shoko and gojo who’s engrossed with the movie (geto planned this, didn’t he?), you’re melting into the couch when an experimental finger rubs a lazy circle on your clit.
geto smiles at the way you nuzzle closer to him, hearing the whisper of a soft moan before his finger moves down, down, down, letting out a small groan when he feels that you’re already so wet.
“how’re you going to cum now, princess?” geto plays with your juices, your senses on end and wishing the fabric on you wouldn’t move so much, “you’re so wet that they could probably hear your cum drip down my hands.”
you tsk and pinch his bicep softly, “meanie. and who did this to me?”
geto chuckles, catching your lips in a soft kiss, “okay, okay. touché.”
the first push into your warm, wet pussy is phenomenal, both of your eyes closing as you squeeze around his thick finger. it reaches just like you remember the last time, mouth dug into his shirt sleeve to prevent any noise.
“second,” he whispers softly, eyes staying on the screen but not really digesting anything: he’s more fixated on the tightness of which you hang onto his side, the tightness of your walls, nudging past your folds with a second finger, “that’s it, good girl.”
geto mumbles into your hair and ignores the twitch of his cock, but he makes the mistake of pulling his eyes away from the television to you, who already has sweat lining your brow and your chin making an indent in his arm so that you’re staring up at him. your eyes are pleading, swirling with clouds of lust that suguru instinctively curls his fingers and has the pleasure of seeing your eyes widen and your mouth fall open in silence.
“doing so well, baby. you close?” geto cannot pull away from your hypnotising stare, so he holds it and finds himself getting weaker and weaker, “you’re throbbing.”
and you laugh lightly, ragged breaths leaving your person as his hands speed up just a little but like he said — you’re just too wet that they’d hear the squelch of your cunt so he continues to curl his fingers instead while your hand rubs at your clit. you’re squeezing suguru’s arm so tight your knuckles are probably white, heating up his skin with your irregular pants and whines.
your hips start to grind into his despite your initial caution and geto shoots you a cheeky smile before his fingers hit that spot and you’re making the move to moan and geto crashes his lips into yours — that gesture alone makes you cum, hands impatiently playing with your bundle of nerves as the coil in your tummy releases and you thank the heavens geto’s taking the bulk of your sounds.
“oh— just like that, sweetheart.” his voice strains a little as he lets you ride his fingers through your orgasm until you’re catching your breath, “still with me?”
you nod against his arm and sigh when his fingers leave your clenching hole; “always with you.” geto denies the flutter of his heart when you say that, pecking your forehead gently.
and all is well until you four are on your third movie and gojo and shoko are nodding off because they technically did have a tiring day ushering in freshmen today so once they knock out, geto’s surprised when your hand also travels over his body. they go over his arms, his pecs and to his torso and a single finger traces the happy trail right down to his cock and geto swallows.
“what happened to my shy girl?” he bites his lip, the dialogue on the movie now lost to him while you take the fingers that were in you before and shove them in your mouth — they still vaguely tasted like you, the websites were correct, you fear — twisting your tongue over his digits.
“gone.” you grin before you’re moving under the blanket, but not before giving your friends one last glance and they’re knocked out cold, “lemme suck your cock, su.”
suguru smiles, “slut.”
you shrug at the name; you know it’s done playfully and jokingly, “only f’r you.”
and geto hopes that’s true because when you’re the cutest when you tug off his underwear and his fat, throbbing cock slaps his abdomen from how painfully hard he was. you’re the cutest when you wrap your hands around him and even then it’s not enough to cover his length. you’re the cutest when you look up at him through your lashes and give the smallest kiss to his tip which is leaking so much pre-cum he’s a little embarrassed.
it’s a shame he had no chance of experiencing this the first time but then, he was focused solely on you and your pleasure, so seeing you between his legs now was a treat, especially the way your tongue swirls around his tip and scoops up his arousal.
“didn’t know you took dick so well,” geto breathlessly mumbles when you start to bob your head, brushing fingers through your hair and pulling the strands away from your mouth. you moan at that, squeezing his length and forcing him down your throat until—
“woah, woah, easy baby,” geto calms you down through your coughing fit and all you do is hide in his thighs, face hot.
“sorry.” is all you mutter and your lover brings you from your hiding place where there’s a pout on your face and tears lining your eyes when you’ve gagged earlier.
suguru tilts your chin up with a hand and kisses you gently, “nothin’ to be sorry bout, my love,” playing with your bottom lip and places another peck, always not being able to resist your lips, “i’ll train you next time,” that sends a thrill down to your core, “but for now, take it slow.”
“’kay,” you’re meek now, taking his shaft with more consideration but your mouth’s still as hot as ever. geto lets out a small moan, letting you go at your own pace no matter how much he wanted fuck your face. you run a long stripe up the bottom of his length, thumb playing with his tip while his eyes stay fixated on you taking him down your throat so well.
“use your hands— y-yes, fuck,” geto encourages, as you use your hands to pump the areas you’re not able to reach, the little stutters in his voice sending tingles down to your centre. “hollow your cheeks, baby— that’s righttt... mouth’s warm, huh?”
you slurp your saliva off his dick and come off, smiling at him, “yeah.”
he hums while you continue the bobbing of your head and the moans that you let out around his shaft send vibrations up his body. suguru twitches in your mouth and his thigh tenses.
“close—” geto’s moans get breathy and choked the closer he is to his high, hips bucking up into your mouth. there’s drool that drips from the corners and the sounds of your mouth being so full of his cock sends him into overdrive, “wanna— wanna cum all over your face, princess.”
you whine, the slurping and gawking noises getting faster before you’re letting his cock with a gasp, pumping him while your dilated eyes look up to him and him only. tongue out and soft, warm hands, and they all belong to you — truly the only person to get him so riled up and hard — he pulls on your hair before he spills all over your face. his seed’s so much, hitting your tongue and cheeks and you jolt slightly in surprise.
“f—fuck yesss... look s’pretty with my cum all over your face,” geto’s mouth hangs open at the sight, hips still jerking as your hands stroke and milk him until he’s got nothing left, grip loosening and then tightening when you gather his cum and then eat it all up, “attagirl.”
“you taste good, sugu,” you giggle, letting him pull you over and you take it as a sign to do away with the blanket altogether. with one more glance you now see shoko slouched over gojo and both of them drooling from the mouth; yeah you could fuck.
“that so?” geto pulls you in for a kiss, “guess i’m healthy then.”
“hm... don’t know, need your cum in me to do a proper check,” suguru’s hands fly to your hips instantly when you tease his cockhead along your folds, not even having the energy to comment on your little joke, eyes fluttering close and he stammers—
“b—baby, still sens’tive.”
you whine playfully, “please?”
there’s no answer from him when you slide down on him easily, and he sighs when his eyes open — the backlight of the television makes him think that maybe you were an angel to descend upon him, “y’know i can never say no to you, sweetheart.”
and you’re losing yourself in him after, his hands helping you ride him while you bounce on his lap. your head hangs forward, foreheads connected as your breath fans over his face. with each time his cock bottoms out of you, there’s the spill of your juices all over his torso and pelvis, entranced with your gummy walls until the shift of the two people beside you make you freeze.
they’ve both changed positions now: shoko’s head thrown back over the back of the sofa while gojo hangs over the side arm rests — you both share a little giggle and a breath of relief before suguru seizes your chin and forces you to look down.
“can’t last long, your pussy’s just too good,” your lover rasps out, your thighs burning, “so i want you watch to how you take my cock, baby.”
and you could cum from those words alone, yet you follow his orders before he starts to thrust up into you, whining right into his neck. his hips are relentless and his hands knead at your ass, eyes focusing on the way you watch your sopping cunt suck him up.
“s’good, s’good— fuuckk...” you whimper softly, chin hitting your chest as you watch the drag of his cock, in and out, in and out before seeing him twitch and your moans consist of his name only, “suguru, suguru, suguruuu....”
“almost there, cum with me sweetness,” geto groans when your body collapses onto him and he can feel your perk nipples poke into his chest, reminiscent of the very first time you thanked him for letting you room with him. how thankful he was, now. he lets you hide in his neck despite disobeying his request — you’re the only one he’d let do that — and he has an easier time ramming into you from below anyway.
it’s obscene, the slaps of his pelvis against the fat of your ass cheeks, coupled with the slickness of your drooling pussy, it’s got the both of you moaning softly into each other’s mouths before geto’s rutting into you hurriedly and messily. he continues his thrusts, fucking his cum into you until it starts to spill out the sides and you’re cumming right after when his tip kisses your cervix oh, so lightly, sending your thighs trembling and pussy fluttering.
“clenching ’round me so bad— shit, you’re cumming so much,” suguru laughs, cut off by a choked moan when your hips adjust. there’s a filthy shlick! that is sounded out when geto removes his cock from you and the mixture of your cum comes dripping out. he licks his lips when he watches it dribble out of your entrance.
“you’re so gross—” you grin, brushing the sweat-filled hair out of his face.
“like you’re not,” geto purses his lips and clicks his tongue, “sucking me off in front of friends.”
“it’s hot.”
the gears are turning in suguru’s head, and you just know you’re in for it when he picks you up swiftly, shoving your body into the sofa and he drags his weeping tip along your cum-filled cunt.
“oh yeah? let’s go till we wake the neighbours, baby.”
the next morning, you’re waking up with a pounding headache and aching legs, reaching over the bedside table (a gentleman like suguru would never leave you on the couch) before a text from gojo lights up the phone and you’re mortified.
[satoru (loser) 🧿👄🧿]: i heard u btw
#i finished my assignment YIPPEEE#geto only laughs when u wake him up to tell him LMFOAAOAOAO#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen geto#jujutsu kaisen x you#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk smut#jjk geto#jjk geto x reader#suguru geto x reader#geto smut#jjk x reader#geto suguru smut#getou suguru#getou suguru smut#getou smut#geto suguru x reader#geto x you#geto x reader#suguru geto smut
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hi! i love your blog and i know this is kind of weird but just hear me out. do you remmeber the 'anything but f1' thing they did this year? what if oscar's topic was his girlfriends career and she was like a huge superstar on broadway and on the screen? and he like knew EVERYTHING and answered every question perfectly?
i hope you like this idea, if not, that's totally fine.
thank you ml xxx
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knowing me, knowing you- o.piastri
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a/n: thank you for requesting! sorry it took so long :)
summary: i suggest you look at the ask...
pairing: oscar piastri x reader
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Oscar was too warm and tired for this. He stood in front of a camera, smelling like hairspray and some sort of spray the makeup artist had put on his face, while he was asked all of the ‘Grill the Grid’ questions.
“That’s it for ‘Grill the Grid’,” she explained. “But this year we have a new segment.”
“Oh yeah?” he questioned, his interest piqued.
“Yeah, it’s called ‘Anything but F1’,” she smiled. “Your topic is Y/n Y/l/n’s career,” she chuckled.
Oscar smiled. “This is going to be easy.”
“Will she kill you if you don’t get full marks?” she laughed.
Oscar pondered. “Probably not?”
“Alright then. Ready? Pressure is on.”
He nodded.
“What was Y/l/n’s first role on Broadway?”
“Matilda,” he nodded. Y/n Y/l/n, his girlfriend, you, also an EGOT winning actor, the youngest there’s ever been.
“Correct! How old was Y/l/n when she made her Broadway debut?”
“Well, she was 8 in Matilda on the West End and did 2 years of that, so 10?” he answered.
“Correct! How old was she when she played Sally Bowles, making her the youngest to have ever played her on a Broadway stage?”
“She was 17.”
“Correct! How old was she when she got her first Tony?”
“11 years old.”
“Correct!” she smiled. “What Disney princess did she play?”
“Huh?” he questioned, not knowing that you’d voiced a disney princess. “She’s voiced a Disney princess?”
She nodded.
“In a Disney film?”
She nodded again. “Think about it.”
“Does she sing in it?”
“The princess does sing,” she explained. “But Y/l/n did also write a song for it.”
Oscar was stumped. “Can I come back to it?”
“Sure,” she shrugged, moving on to the next one. “What was her first feature film?”
“Lés Mis,” he answered. “She played Cosette.”
“Correct! What happened at the 2013 oscars?”
Oscar chuckled. “I think Jennifer Lawrence fell over and took Y/n with her?”
“Correct! What is her most streamed song?”
“Does this include recordings she was a part of or just her solo career or the band too?”
“One of those is fine, but if you can give me an answer for all though, we’ll give you an extra point.”
“So,” he started explaining. “Y/n’s most streamed solo single is probably American Teenager, her most streamed band single is probably BABY SAID, and her most streamed cast recording was probably Wicked, or Hadestown.”
“Correct, and it is Wicked.”
As he explained his answers, his trainer and others in the room started to laugh. He knew everything about you. He was so down-bad it was almost embarrassing, but they understood it anyway. You’d been together since you were 14, you were 23 now. You get to know a lot about a person in 9 years, especially from teenage years to being a young adult.
“What record did she break by winning an Oscar in 2018?”
Oscar smirked and winked at the camera. “She’s the youngest person ever to gain an EGOT.”
“What school did she teach at in her early years?”
Oscar raised an eyebrow. “How old was she?”
“Ages 8-12, she taught here on and off, and not many people know about it since she didn’t go into that field of the arts.”
He groaned, trying desperately to think. “The Royal Ballet in London!” He exclaimed, finally remembering.
“Correct! Next question, how many Tony awards does she have?”
“Oh shit they’re on the mantel at home…” he muttered to himself, trying to count them in his head. “5?”
“Correct. Who has more trophies?”
Oscar chuckled. “I have more trophies, but she has more awards.”
“Alright, how many Emmys does she have?”
“1, which she won this year for her role in the Bear.”
“Correct, how many Broadway or West End shows has she been a part of? You get a bonus point for naming them all.”
“Oh alright, so Matilda, Annie, Into the Woods, Hamilton, Heathers, Spring Awakening, Mamma Mia!, Moulin Rouge!, Cabaret, Six, Parade, Hadestown, Chicago, Wicked, and right now she’s doing Lés Miserables for the first time on a stage,” he explained. “So that was… 15?”
“Just one more?” she hinted.
Oscar’s face fell. “What? What else has she done?” he asked out loud. “I said Wicked?”
She nodded.
“Did I say Mamma Mia!?”
She nodded.
“Did I say Phantom of the Opera?”
“No, you didn't! Congratulations, bonus point awarded. What has she said is her dream role?”
He took a deep breath. “It’s going to be really bad if I get this wrong, isn’t it? Alright, so, she has always wanted to play Ms. Honey in Matilda,” he watched as the interviewer shook her head. “Shit, alright. Any hints?”
“She said it would be the only way to get her back into a specific show,” she hinted.
“Oh! Emcee!” he cheered. “God, how could I forget that?”
“Well done! Alright, one final question, what song did she sing at the 2023 grammy awards, where she debuted her first single after ‘LISTEN’, her band, went on hiatus?”
He smirked. He was there for that performance. He was sitting in the crowd as you sang. He got to take you home and congratulate you. He got to be the proud boyfriend all night. He loved it. It was one of his most fond memories. “She sang ‘That’s So True’. I was there.”
“The infamous kiss picture,” she winked at him. He nodded, a smug smile on his face. “So, going back to the other question, what Disney princess did Y/l/n play?”
“Oh shit yeah, it was animated, yeah?”
“Not necessarily,” she hinted.
“Ariel!” he exclaimed. “Ariel, of course!”
She chuckled. “Congratulations, you know the most about Y/n Y/l/n’s career out of anyone I’ve ever met.”
“One would hope,” he chuckled.
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