#if you saw this earlier no you did not

[jasmineoolongtea]

― like a rockstar ✧₊⁺

― the ways in which they're like as your rockstar boyfriends

contents: gojo x f!reader, geto x f!reader, choso x f!reader (reader wears a skirt), kinda suggestive tone for them, nicknames are used (baby & love), headcanons/brief drabbles a/n: title is based on like a rockstar by chase atlantic (chase atlantic my loves <333), might do more characters/scenarios with this concept if you guys like it/have any ideas for it, any likes, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated as always ♡

thinking about rockstar bf!gojo satoru who always dedicates his sets to you. it's kinda become a tradition for him to start off with a public declaration to you to his crowds of eager fans cheering and chanting his name with all their might.

"this one goes out to my girl out there in the crowd." he says with a devilish smirk, his cerulean eyes landing on you with calculated precision. thousands of eyes follow his outstretched finger that's pointing to you, most of them probably burning with jealousy from his fangirls, but you could care less about them when all you're focused on is him.

basking in the bright glow of the spotlights, there's no other way to say this except for the fact that he looks devastatingly handsome in his white tee and silver necklace with your initial on it and how it clings onto the ripples and reflexes of his toned body. you have a matching one, of course, a shiny letter 's' that clings to your neck, he gifted it to you before going on stage a few shows ago. "now everyone can tell we're just for each other." he remarks against your lips before crashing his into yours.

you wave at him shyly and blow a kiss in his direction, one he catches with ease before swinging the electric guitar strap around his neck. he sends a nod to his bandmates, signalling for them to start before taking centre stage again as he leans into the microphone.

"all these songs are just for you, baby."

thinking about rockstar bf!geto suguru who insists on getting a kiss from you before he goes on stage. "it's a good luck charm love, trust me." he asserts, taking your hands in his with the cold silver of his rings making you shiver slightly.

you're wearing that lipstick that he likes, the dark red one that looks so good when it's smudged and ruined from his own lips. he brings his thumb up to your bottom lip, running it slowly across the satiny finish in the way that makes your breath stop momentarily.

"where do you want it sugu?" you'll ask, as you always do, fluttering your eyelashes innocently and looking up at him with your doe eyes.

"anywhere you want, love." he whispers in your ear, the smooth timbre of his voice sending tingles down your spine. there's a fire lit within you, and a mischievous grin graces your features.

that's how he ends up going on stage with red lipstick on his lips and on the side of his neck. rumours were definitely going to swirl around this but that was the least of his worries when he spots you off on the side, donning his leather jacket with pride.

now you two are matching and wearing something of the other, him with your lipstick boldly marking him as yours and you in his leather jacket that smells just like him. he doesn't tell anyone but for you, he pulls out all of his tricks in his set tonight.

thinking about rockstar bf!kamo choso who makes sure you get front-row seats to whatever he does. doesn't matter where or when, no matter how inconvenient it might be, for choso, when there's a will, there's a way.

you knew that about him but that doesn't mean you were expecting him to pull you onto his lap during one of the band's practice sessions when he saw that all the other seats were unavailable. you feebly try to push him off as you insist that you'll find another seat somewhere else, your cheeks heating up with slight embarrassment as you do.

"but baby, i need you close to me." he'll say as he pouts at you, his grip tightening around your waist as he nuzzles his face into your back. his bandmates don't even blink an eye at his antics, already used to how attached their drummer is whenever it comes to you.

you sigh to yourself, your hands cupping his cheeks as you look into his eyes, a lovesick expression painted on his face. "you promise me that this won't interrupt your practice?" you ask as you feel one of his hands leave your waist and absentmindedly start to wander up your thigh towards the edge of your skirt.

he nods fervently, pressing a chaste kiss against your lips as a sign of confirmation. you're sure that the only reason that he isn't diving into your lips like a starved man as he usually does is because he's not in the mood to have an audience, in the form of the rest of the band, for it. you readjust yourself on his lap, making sure that you're situated in a better position with your back flushed against his toned torso as he rests his chin upon your shoulder.

his breath is hot against your ear as he whispers to you. "i'll play even better 'cause you're here."

[xoxosimp]

20 Minutes Left

Pairing : Mike Zacharias x Reader

Synopsis: Doing your laundry at 2 am never felt so rewarding. 

A/N : This fic is for @chaotic-nick One Night Stand Collab! This was beta read but I did not proofread this LOL.

CW: car sex, unprotected sex( wrap it before you tap), size kink if you squint, fast paced

There was a certain type of peace when you did your laundry at 2am. 

There were no children running around the laundromat or elderly ladies trying to make conversation. It was just you and the machine swishing your laundry. 

“What is an angel like you doing up so late?”, a new voice chimed. 

You turned your head to the most handsome man your town has ever seen. Mike Zacharias. He had beautiful emerald eyes with disheveled blonde hair. His huge arms filled with beautiful geometric patterns made of ink 

This man was panty-dropping, drop dead gorgeous.

“I’m doing my taxes,” you said dryly. 

“ May I sit  while you do these taxes ,angel?” something twinkled in his eyes when he noticed you were staring for a second too long.

Gosh, his voice was rich and deep. He made sure to enunciate every letter, every syllable of his pet name for you. Like he’s tasting it. 

You gestured toward the empty chair next to you. “What are you doing up this late, Mike? You don’t have any laundry with you.” 

He took a seat. “ I was nearby meeting with a friend when I saw you through the window. And I will say angel, I like what I’m seeing.”

His eyes are doing that again. They take in your body, no doubt appreciating your work uniform that left little to the imagination. You wore a crop top and fishnets under your denim shorts that ended right where they needed to. 

“ I’m pretty sure I’ll be wearing less come next week,” you rolled your eyes.

“How so, angel?, ” he questioned. 

“Apparently someone bought the bar I work at. Probably some middle aged loser who wants to turn it into a strip club.”

“ Aren’t you judgmental, angel?” He teases.

“I’m not being judgemental, It’s a prediction,” You state matter of factly. 

He chuckles, and gosh you think your pussy fluttered around nothing. Everything about this man was heavenly, it was sinful.  

Then he gave you that look. Those eyes that conveyed he knew every single dirty thought running through your mind. That grin that said he wanted to fulfill every single dirty thought. 

“ You have 20 minutes left of your cycle,angel,” he pointed out. 

“ And?” you raised an eyebrow. 

“Can’t just have you sitting here, angel, when you could be doing something much more productive.”

–

“Take it all, angel,” he huffed, “be a good girl.”

In a matter of minutes both of your clothes were discarded and thrown in the back of Mike’s car. It was like he planned this, since he was conveniently parked in the darkest corner of the laundromat parking lot. 

“Take it all, angel,” he huffed, “be a good girl.”

Gosh, you thought you were taking him. You don't dare look down at your tiny cunt trying to take his length. You take a deep breath and slow inch down on his dick. Your cunt was spasming on him. You held his shoulders so hard it would leave bruises. 

Mike clenched his stomach in an effort not to finish so soon. You were barely inside him yet the silkyness and heat of your pussy was overwhelming him.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” he groaned, “ Take all of me.” 

You sink down slowly, until finally- he bottoms out.

You’re so deep in your haze of arousal to truly understand how crazy this is. You’re about to ride Mike in his car, in public, where anyone could see you.But, the way you felt him in your stomach, the way his cock kissed your cervix without pain, any sense of rationality went out the window.

Once you adjusted to his size, you slowly grinded on Mike, leaving no space between the both of you so you could grind your clit until his pelvis. His warm hands found purchase on your hips and encouraged you to keep dragging yourself back and forth on his dick.

You lean on your knees and start bouncing on him. He was so deep inside of you, you were sure you were going to feel him even after you finished. Skin slapping skin and your loud moans filled the air as the car shook.

“ Fuck, angel,” Mike groaned. “ Keep bouncing angel, be a good girl.” His praise made your clit throb.Your thighs were burning but you were so close. Your perfect tits in his face. Your head is thrown back in pleasure. You, moaning his name while you rode him.

You were picturesque.

“Mike ‘m close m’ close,” you babbled mindlessly. You, fucked out on his cock. He wants more of this. 

“ Then be a good little angel and cum on my cock,” he commanded softly. “Cum for me, angel.”

The base of your spine was tingling in pleasure. Your high was going to come crashing down, and his words were all you needed.Your cunt clenched down hard on him, squirting on his cock.

Mike didn't stop. Your cunt was spasming in overstimulation as he bucked his hips into you at a fast rate. He’s going to leave bruises on your hips depending on how hard he’s gripping them. You arched your back as his balls slap against your skin.

‘ Take me so well, angel,” his words are slurred, “ ‘m close angel”

The warmth of your cunt became too much and with three thick spurts,he painted your cunt white. 

You were so cock drunk you couldn't determine how much time really passed. Mike slowly pulls out of your cunt, and he’e delighted to see his cum spill out of your messy cunt.

“ You okay, angel? “Mike asked softly as he rubbed your back. 

You nodded as you rested on the crook of his neck. “ Give me words, angel”

“‘M okay” you mumbled. He was so warm you didn't want to leave his embrace yet. Or ever.

“ You should probably check on your laundry,” Mike quipped. 

You picked up your head and gave him a “ oh so it’s like that face”. “Are you trying to say this one night stand is officially over?”

“ Not in the slightest, angel,” he chuckled.

~~~~

Somehow you and Mike mentioned to get cleaned up and put your clothes back on. You didn't even bother putting your clothes to dry. You just needed a hot shower and sleep. 

Your legs ached from last night’s tryst with Mike, you contemplated calling out of work. But Pixis insisted everyone be there so the new owner could meet his staff. 

You sat at the bar with your coworker , Hitch, resting your head on your palm.

“Girl, you look like hell,” she stated, wiping the bar, “ Rough night or somethin?”

Well, Mike was rough with you last night.

“Or something,” you mumbled.

“Here are two of my best bartenders,” Pyxis’s voice boomed through the empty bar. 

He says that about all his bartenders, you rolled your eyes internally.

“Mr.Zacharias, meet-” his voice drowned out as you picked your head up and made eye contact with the new owner. 

Heart melting green eyes. Beautiful messy, blonde hair, and a panty dropping smile.

Oh Fuck no.

“ Everything alright?” Mike asked. His tone was level but his eyes were teasing. Pyxis and Hitch couldn't see his lustfulness, no doubt remembering what happened before the sun rose.

You rubbed your eyes and snapped out of your trance “I’m fine, just tired is all.” you said.

“Something kept you up?”

“ Laundry took forever,” you answered, “ more than 20 minutes, to be precise.”

[chalkrub]

my finished thing for the gigaphone! had so much fun taking part <:^)!

[tariah23]

This is but surprising since I’ve seen other accounts talking about this same shit, get snipped in real time

[metaphoricallyrose]

More!

[iamthedancing]

warning to to my fellow photosensitives: last night's game changer episode (deja vu) is amazing but is also full of flashing lights

please be careful and "watch" by just listening to the audio/give this one a skip/take care in whatever way makes the most sense for you and your situation!

[ushitoshiii]

[eloquentsisyphianturmoil]

I do think that any fan who believes Tolkien intended readers to view characters as deserving of death, instead of simply meeting death as a consequence of their actions (or that one state-sanctioned execution), is fundamentally missing the ideology conveyed in ‘Many that live deserve death. And some that die deserve life. Can you give it to them? Then do not be too eager to deal out death in judgement.’

[knockknockitsnickels]

"Sacrifice the Yourself" chapter 2: The Broken The Hierophant. Starring the Narrator, Voice of the Tower, Princess Princess, and furby Broken

[deadpoets]

GEORGE HARRISON The Beatles backstage at Shea Stadium

[oh-no-its-bird]

Fan art for @hashiramashonkers 's very awesome fic that everyone should go and read, Sugar Pill

[snowyh2o]

Angel Alastor in a new suit. Slight redesign because I wanted to draw actual wings and give him a ponytail and glasses

[sillyabtmusic]

[daily-flowey]

Day 250 (ft. Papyrus)

[justtkatt]

Grimmons for the start of the year! (also my new iPad wallpaper lol)

[surreal-duck]

good morning!