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singapore '24 / '23
#what is it with these guys and water bottles... we'll never know#their whole existence is a parallelism#invisible string if you would#this is crazy btw different moods different takes and different reactions to the win#and also two very equally beautiful but different wins#singapore is theirs#singapore gp 2024#carlando#carlos sainz jr#lando norris#carlitos#landino#I NEED A PIC OF WHEN DC DRENCHED HIM THO
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not to over-indulge in my own tags and this extremely hyperspecific au but walk with me for a minute. it's this scene from the series finale of LOST except make it rick and michonne. and instead of it being them reuniting in the afterlife it's them reuniting after the poof! no apocalypse timeline reset and they're getting flashbacks of the original zombie apocalypse timeline. do you see my vision.
#richonne#the IDEA is they both wake up and the apocalypse did not happen (like rick wakes up from his coma but the world did not end)#but they both feel panicked because something is not right. there is a sense of loss and grief they cannot explain#they look at carl and andre respectively and burst into tears and are hyper vigilant around them and don't know why#their partners go to touch them and they flinch and they DON'T KNOW WHY#meanwhile little things give them deja vu that they don't understand#and then because Invisible String of Fate they somehow cross paths and lock eyes and it's The Fence multiplied by like a million#and then idk if the flashbacks come all at once or a little over time but either way they Recognize each other#and it torpedoes both of their lives#idk what happens after that but DO YOU SEE THE VISION#oh and there are RULES such as#the stronger your connection with someone the more easily you ~remember them when you meet again#and also the longer you lived through the original timeline the stronger your memories are#so for example since richonne would obviously had been alive at the time of the reset#they'd have crystal clear vision of their memories once they regained them#but people who died quickly would have either a vague memory or no memory of the original timeline#this is so you could have the DELICIOUS dichotomy of rick and michonne remembering EVERYTHING while lori and mike remember basically nothin#AGAIN DO YOU SEE MY VISION
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Say what you want about thinking Percy only remembered Annabeth because Hera left her in his memory but for the love of everything just let people have their romantic little headcanon
#doesn’t have to be so literal#I’m a believer that it was because she’s his mortal anchor#people have a different theory#but there’s no right answer#some people act like others are stupid for thinking anything else#like no every option is equally possible#I’d just rather believe that they have this invisible string that can’t be cut and it’s romantic and that’s fine#that being said I think it’s the Achilles thing because 1)#if it was out of pure love it could’ve also been sally that he remembered unless it’s romantic love only#2) I don’t think Hera would choose to keep her there just because she doesn’t like her and would want to make her feel forgotten#because they hate each other or whatever#and 3) him remembering her because she’s his tie to mortality is equally logical and romantic so it’s a nice in between#but believe what you want#all three are equally possible#people who choose to believe it was out of love aren’t delusional and people who#and people who choose to believe it was heras choice aren’t boring#and I think people who believe it was the Achilles thing want a little bit of both#what irks me is when people think they’re superior for not thinking it was love#because I’ve seen lots of people say the people who think so are just being ridiculous and it makes me a little mad#bc even though I don’t think it either it’s not like it couldn’t be that#pjo#percabeth#percy jackson#annabeth chase#percy jackson and the olympians#heroes of olympus#hoo#the son of neptune#mark of athena#pjo opinions and theories
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!!! did not forget abt any of my events; from the first sleepover event, someone requested invisible string theory with sakusa & we are getting 5 times you almost meet sakusa + the 1 time you two meet (at exactly the right time)
#nonlinear narrative spanning from ur high school days to uni to postgrad life#you will scream at just how closely the two of you BARELY miss each other#but !!! SPOILER ???!!!! ->#the whole point is that there is no right person wrong time#(debatable but for purposes of this fic and invisible string let’s say that)#so yea you could’ve arguably met sakusa way sooner in life#but it wouldn’t have been the right time bc you both needed to experience ur lives#& sort of reflect inwards before you two would have been any good for each other#and that’s such an exciting concept (to me) to explore and tackle#sakusa always seems like a no nonsense person & keeping that concept in mind#hopefully you’ll read certain lines in the posted fic and go ‘oh! that’s why she wrote that!!!’
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@lukesbenward and i are never EVER beating the soulmate allegations y'all
#when i tell you we're meant to be#it's written in the stars#if this was a movie y'all would think all these little invisible strings were too unrealistic and yet!!!
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I’m so pleasantly surprised by dancing with our hands tied winning the bluesey poll but really no one voted august? no one?
#I figured that would be one that got a fair amount lmao#(all of the girls you loved before for bluesey is obviously conceptually niche. you might say well Sana who are the other girls Gansey has#loved before there are no girls. no there are not but the midnight calls with Adam that become with Blue.. when you think about the late#nights lame fights over the phone…)#but it is still probably the least Bluesey coded on the poll. my top 5 of those would be dancing with our hands tied the albatross#invisible string ivy treacherous. and then august and sparks fly close runners up#I should one day make that Bluedansey folklore love triangle web weaving that exists in my head. but I think it would take such an emotiona#toll saving that idea for when I feel much more or much less stable#s speaks
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If anything is revealed by this whole playlist fiasco is how, very unfortunately, Taylor cannot enjoy sharing her creative process the same way other artists can. I just saw another artist I love explain in details in their insta stories when they wrote each songs from their last album, with who, in what state of mind they were and how they see connections between their different bodies of work. Taylor can't do that without it being scrutinized and overanalyzed. And that's sad, there's no other word, and I mean it when I say I'm sorry for her that this is, and most certainly will forever be how her art is viewed and enjoyed.
But no matter how unfortunate and unfair it might be, it's a reality she learned how to deal with. She knows how this thing works for her and saying that she doesn't have to preoccupy herself with how her fans consume her art is as right as it is naive. She spent years trying to free her songs from any context and overarching story people built in their head from gossips, and now she's playing into it. There's no other way of saying it, she never did that before. But since the eras tour and her infamous Betty speeches she is the one crafting the paternity tests for her songs.
Feel however you want to feel about that, but admit the truth : the way she shares her art has changed and is now the polar opposite of the boundaries she used to build. And you can't be mad at those who don't like it and don't want her to literally spoon feed us a revisionist overarching story
#i don't care about how her songs relate to her#i only care about how they relate to me#how well they're written and produced#if she can't stand one of her songs anymore then all she has to do is not sing it anymore#she did it with invisible string and fine#but you can't take songs full of love and say they hide red flags#no they hide HER writing them with HER state of mind#and I don't want to know about it#the only way i would is in a new song#that I would relate to my life#artist: taylor swift#swifties#text#oli schist!
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The "yeah I showed up at your party" chapter is also interesting because Betty / The 1 / Mirrorball / TLGAD / Invisible String / Cardigan also have a recurring theme of being misunderstood and/or punished for your choices, wanting desperately someone to see you for who you really are, never quite feeling accepted and seeking love where it might not ever be fully returned in the way you wanted or hoped...
#i have thoughts bubbling SHIT#I DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS#something something just wanting someone to show up for you 🙃#at first i was like ok well invisible string doesn't really fit#except it does because that's like an ideal of what you'd wish for#'isn't it just so pretty to think this could have been?'#but the point of IS isn't that they were fated but that there were all these steps along the way#to bring them to where they met each other#that meant nothing on their own#but have meaning because they want it to#it would have been pretty to think they were fated but they weren't in real life etc#BESTIES WHY DID WE START TALKING ABOUT THE CHAPTERS NOW MY BRAIN CAN'T DO WORK#lmao i need to start blocking tumblr during work hours#I'm like 'don't check notifs during work hours'#then check my dash instead#me thinking too hard about taylor lyrics#writing letters addressed to the fire
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Lavender Haze is full of such palpable hurt that makes such sense now
#why would you be mad at the tabloids in this fresh way unless it was because they kept writing the next piece of your love story#that you couldn’t will into existence all on your own#it’s not like she hasn’t processed and come to terms with her own level of fame and scrutiny#and I know the tabloids/media do that with everyone but there is always a slightly sharper clarity and universality to Taylor’s story#that brings our fundamental truths#and the whole world was like ‘okay but where is the wedding’#my mom listening to invisible string looking me dead in the eye and saying ‘she needs to be married’#and it’s like Maria how do you know it wasn’t Taylor who didn’t want to#and I don’t literally know that of course. and yet don’t I?? Don’t we???????#anyway thanks for listening because I don’t want to talk about it but I want to talk about it and this place allows me to do both#*brings out fundamental truths#anyway of course it’s more complicated than this and more private but also …. it’s probably not#again Taylor’s essence history and ongoing story forces us all to go down to the root of things and see how simple it all is#and this is no exception#okay now I’m done (for now)
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Do you think that there's any way of kevin ending up with the trojans after leaving the nest
YEAH FOR SURE..!!! perhaps it wouldve been like that if kevins reason for leaving the nest wasn't so dramatic/he didnt know about wymack being his father at all. i think because kevin admires jeremy so much hed struggle a lot with coming to him while unable to play exy at all, because he doesnt want jeremy to see him as incapable...... im not sure if they were close enough for that to be an option, but i like to think of a world where kevin did go to the trojans first!!!!!! after all they were there as well when kevin decided to leave since it was around the time for the winter banquet and the ravens were hosting. ultimately i think a culmination of things kept kevin from ever joining the trojans post-nest, a good chunk of it being shame and the realization that he probably would never play again
now though!!!!! kevin doesnt *need* to be the person who reaches out. in an alternate timeline, i can very well see jeremy looking for him during the banquet and finding kevin hurt. in that state i really think jeremy wouldnt have let kevin go back to the nest at all, and wouldve taken him to california whether the rest of his team liked or not. i actually think thatd make a very interesting au wouldnt it....
#asks#kevin#i think about this like every 2 weeks i really do#i want kevin to go to usc so bad but im also heartbroken by all that wouldn't have happened if he didnt end up in palmetto#kevineils invisible string... think about it.... ahghg#i think in this universe kevin could still very much advocate for neil to join the trojans lineup#kevin would pick neil out of a crowd of exy players in Any Timeline i can promise you that much
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You’re losing me is no joke her saddest song, like I’ve been crying for two hours now and starting tearing up in the middle of my math class when I first heard it. The parallels, the lyrics, the production everything about it makes me want to fucking die it’s just so sad.
#from I don’t want to lose you to you’re losing me#would it be enough if I could never give you peace to I gave you my best peace#he got my heartbeat skipping down 16th Avenue to I can’t find a pulse my heart won’t start anymore#I’ve been sleeping so long in a 20 year dark night to now I just sit in the dark and wonder if it’s time#I would marry you with paper rings to I wouldn’t marry me either#all along there was some invisible string tying you to me to these once tied strings#WITH EVERY GUITAR STRING SCAR ON MY HAND TO I LOVED YOU WITH EVERY SCAR ON MY HAND#IM GONNA DO IT#FUCK#I AM DONE WITH TAYLOR SWIFT#midnights taylor swift#taylor swift#Eras tour#taylor swift eras tour#you’re losing me
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If the Eras Tour were to have three songs from each album on the setlist, which three would y’all choose?
#for me it would be#midnights: maroon yoyok bejeweled#evermore: tis the damn season ivy marjorie#but for marjorie the other 74999 attendees would leave the stadium and taylor would sing it to me and me alone#but if that's not doable cowboy like me#folklore: invisible string seven and august#lover: lover cruel summer and death by a thousand cuts#reputation: DON'T BLAME ME ciwyw and komh#1989: wildest dreams this love and style#red: all ten fucking minutes of all too well treacherous and state of grace would open the show#also throw holy ground in there i don't care about my own rules#speak now: last kiss enchanted and sparks fly#fearless: you belong with me love story and that's when#debut: should've said no tied together with a smile and our song
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I didn’t know there was a tag limit. Oops
You know what bugs me about soulmate aus? So, I’m assuming that this whole “the first thing your soulmate says to you blahblahblah” is a worldwide thing. So many of the aus I’ve read have a quote at some point that addresses how tragic it is when people have soul words that say something like “hi” or “‘sup” which makes NO SENSE! In a world where the first thing you say to people is THAT important, WHY GOD WHY would the culture still use standard greetings? Who the fuck is still saying hello at this point? Everyone in these worlds would surely develop a personalized greeting different from everybody else’s to prevent confusion. Like how no 2 racehorses can have the same racing name? The best part is that every time people met someone new for the first time, they would try to say something that no one else had said. You’d have people meeting eachother at a job intetview, they’d shake hands, smile politely, then one of them would be like “Every Tuesday, I hard even grape purple farm house sunsets too” and this would be perfectly normal. Or you’d go up to the cash register at Starbucks and instead of saying “Hello, what can i get for you today?” She’d look you right in the eye and say “I don’t know what Space Jam is” THEN ask you what you want and she’d repeat that to every customer in the line for the rest of her career. And because they live in the AU, nobody would think it was weird.
#THIS!#this#I have been worldbuilding soulmate aus for YEARS#because your right! it makes no sense!#especially if they’re going by the rule of ���everyone must meet their soulmate at some point’#my favorite is the red string of fate bc it just reminds me of a cutesy coming of age film#can you imagine the history#religions that center around it#religions that incorporate the string#it would not only be much more prominate in Chinese culture for obviosu reasons#but others as well!#would Jesus have a soulmate string?#how would arranged marriages change in cultures#would it be more common or less?#I like to imagine weddings have a common decoration#especially religious weddings#having red strings from different points of the room all leading to the alter#does everyone have a soulmate? do some not? that’s going to affect culture as well#even if it’s hidden#imagine having a broken or no string and having to hide that for your entire life#for some reason I’m American culture string beans are considered lucky because string in the name and they’re at every barbecue and wedding#even if they’re gross (they are)#are wedding rings a thing now?#I like to imagine people have fun with the but the cultural norm be tying a piece of red string around your fingers#I imagine the ‘string leads to an invisible tie on your finger’ section#In the Middle Ages they would cut off your fingers to ‘curse’ you to never find your soulmates#again would culture be less racist from the get go if the strings could lead anywhere?#I don’t know much about that topic so I haven’t considered it but come on#there’s gotta be laws around it as well#is there a way to prove people are soulmates?
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#I think you’re mine because a handful of synchronicities led me to you#they’re calling it invisible string theory now#he has the same zodiac chart as this person I hallucinated a relationship with#they also live in the same state and both have the same medical condition#idk why things like this happen to me but I believe in soulmates#personal#maybe because I was cleansing my chakras regularly#and doing witchy stuff#idk but if we end up together that would be spoopy
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Boyfriend Yuji who's obsessed with your boobs!
Both are twenty ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪
“Yuji! Can you stop fucking staring at my breasts for a second and actually listen to me!” your glossy lips formed into a angry pout as you glared at him with annoyance. Arms crossing furiously beneath your boobs—slightly lifting them, making your cleavage even more visible through your low-cut top.
You were babbling to him about some steamy drama that unfolded at your workplace today but it seems like his absent mind had taken interests in something else.
It's like his eyes had an invisible string connected to your tits that forced him to look every single second. His mouth slightly gaped in awe, mind running wild as he imagined what the mounds of flesh would feel like under his calloused palms—well unfortunately for you, he let his intrusive thoughts get the best of him today.
You yelped unexpectedly as he groped your soft tits together—squeezing them as if they were squishy stress balls, making both spills out of your top even more. Both of his hands were engulfing them, he started fondling with them like some sick perverted man but you quickly intervened before he got the chance to successfully pop them out of your top.
You quickly slapped his roaming hands away. “Yuji!, You fucking pervert!”. You furrowed your brows together as his ears turned crimson, he embarrassingly scratched the back of his neck, laughing as if it were funny.
“Sorry baby, they just look really soft and squishy all the time, can't help myself”. He chuckles, trying to play innocent as if his pants didn't just grow tighter after hearing you calling him a perv.
Yuji loves riling you up like this—seeing his hot, attractive girlfriend all pouty and angry, calling him filthy names that never failed to make his cock stubbornly hard and horny but he won't ever admit it.
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#jjk smut#jjk x female reader#yuuji itadori#jujutsu kaisen yuuji#yuuji smut#yuji smut#yuji imagine#yuji itadori#jjk yuji#yuji x reader#itadori yuuji#jjk itadori#itadori x reader#itadori smut#yuuji x reader#jjk yuuji#jujutsu itadori#itadori x you#jjk x reader#yuta x reader#yuuta x reader#yuta okkotsu x female reader#yuta smut#yuuta x female reader#yuuta okkotsu x reader#yuuta smut
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Brooklyn Baby - G.S.
Synopsis. Everybody wanted to fuck Suguru Geto, lead bassist of Tokyo Special Grades. Said Suguru doesn’t want to fuck anyone else but you. He couldn’t give less of a fuck if anyone walked in right now. In fact, a small part of him wishes someone would.
Pairing. Geto Suguru x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, rock star! AU, fwb-to-lovers, unprotected sex, oral sex (male receiving), fingering (female receiving), Suguru is sinfully sexy and in l*ve with you, Satoru is a menace, pet names (darling, my girl), Suguru has tattoos and piercings, swearing.
Word count. 3.2k (DAMN I got carried away)
A/N. Happy Valentine’s day! *throws somewhat-fluffy smut at you and leaves*
Art by @_3aem on X.
Also, wild west! AU longfic with someone dropping on Sunday night (EST), keep your eyes peeled yeehaw.
Everybody wanted to fuck Suguru Geto, lead bassist of Tokyo Special Grades.
You did. Your fans did. Hell, you’ve even caught your overworked band manager sneaking a few too many glances.
And, you conclude, the groupies currently batting their lashes at him definitely did.
You watch as they swarm to him during open rehearsal, giggling at his pretty smiles.
Whatever, part of the job anyway.
It’s not like you two were dating. Yeah, a few fucks here and there throughout the years - but what’s one to do when on the road and in such close proximity with a guy that’s practically walking sex?
Trying not to scowl, you turn away from the commotion, continuing to tune the strings of your trusty Fender. You’ve had your fair share of die-hard fans, so lately why did it bother you so much when Suguru entertained their thinly-veiled advances?
“Ohoho~ Quite a look on your face there, why don’t you go and caress his biceps too?~” you hear idiot brigade member #1, Gojo Satoru, cackle from beside you.
If looks could kill, Satoru would’ve been 6 feet under and rotting already. “I thought you stopped writing band fanfiction, Satoru.” you raise a brow.
“THAT WAS ONE TIME.” he whines dramatically, clinging onto you and shaking you back and forth as if to knock the memory of his Wattpad tendencies out of you. “WHY ATTACK ME JUST CUZ YOU’RE JEALOUS? C’MOOON ADMIT IT.”
You were not jealous.
Suguru knew you were jealous.
Sneaking a glance, he had to fight the urge to coo at the adorable little furrow of your brows. How unprofessional would it be if he walked off mid-conversation to kiss that pout off your lips?
He knows it’s just sex for you. But - foolishly - every time he held you he could only hope that he ran through your mind as often as you did through his. It elated Suguru to know you were getting that worked up over him.
That is until, out of the corner of his eye, he spots Satoru draping himself all over you, whispering god-knows-what into your ears.
The rational part of Suguru knows Satoru is a very touchy person, but why was he so…close? And why weren’t you pushing him off?
Smile tightening into something a little more artificial, he turns to the girls fawning over him. “Well, ladies, I’m sorry to say I’ve gotta go practice before Shoko yells at me again. I’ll see you all in the front row, yeah?” he lies smoothly, disappointed whines following him as he makes a beeline for your figure.
“Well! What have we here, Satoru, are you done tuning?” Suguru pops a head between yours and Satoru’s overly close ones, interrupting whatever conversation you were heatedly whispering. What was so important that you two needed to be that close to talk anyway?
He narrows his eyes at Satoru’s surprised ones, an invisible conversation taking place between them before Satoru cracks a smug grin. “Alright alright. I’ll go tune my guitar.” he rolls his eyes, heading for his electric blue Gibson.
Your confused gaze meets the twinkling eyes now boring down at you. “Done with the meet-n-greet already?” you question, eyes darting to the group now watching you two like hawks.
The smile on Suguru’s face grows, “Yeah, remembered I didn’t do my pre-concert rituals right.”
“Oh?”
“Wanna help me with it?”
He doesn’t give you time to answer. Quickly setting down your guitar, he drags you out into the corridor - hand tightly in yours and pointedly ignoring Satoru’s wolf-whistles.
Hallway sex is overrated, Suguru believes - which is why he heads for the dressing room.
“Pre-concert rituals” his ass, Suguru just thinks he might pass away if he doesn’t get his hands on you right now. Make you feel like his.
It’s not long before the door is locked and he has you bent over the vanity, knuckle-deep in your dripping cunt.
“S-Sugu! Why now? The concert- Hah-” You gasp in pleasure as two long fingers probe inside of you, ruthlessly searching for the spot that Suguru knows would have your toes curling and eyes watering deliciously.
“Fuck the concert, darling. Barely even started and already so wet f’me.” he drawls out over your whimpers. “Wanted you to come over y’know? And save me from those groupies trying to get in my pants.”
In your lust-hazed mind, you find the words to respond to him, “You s-seemed to - hah - be enjoying that.”
“Of course not.” he leaves a trail of kisses down your back, “Wasn’t my favorite girl.” he whispers into your heated skin.
He’s being rougher than usual, he knows. In the back of his mind he wonders what it was that he was so pissed at. But all thoughts of that are thrown out the window once he presses into that plushy spot inside your wet core, drawing a sinful whine from your mouth. There.
Pulling back to tease your folds with your own slick, he plunges into your swollen pussy once more, easily hitting that spot over and over.
“Hngh- Suguru, more!” you grind your hips to meet his merciless rhythm, clenching around his fingers.
You feel as if you’re losing your sanity when he adds in another finger, walls burning as your cunt stretches around his thick rings.
Suguru was definitely losing his sanity.
Anyone could walk by. The concert was about to start any second now. But he couldn’t give less of a fuck, too focused on how his fingers were being sucked back in every time he pulls out, your pretty pussy dripping all over his numerous bracelets.
He has to hold back a moan at the way your ass jiggled every time your hips buck to meet his fingers.
Leaning down over you, he hums lowly into your ear “So desperate for me, hm?”. Pressing the erection straining against his trousers against you, he huffs out “I’m the same, darling. You drive me absolutely mad.”
He feels the way you squirm in impatience at the large outline of his dick, raising your ass in an attempt to get more friction. Eyes crinkling in satisfaction, he pushes down on his girl’s slutty hips, cold rings digging into the small of your waist.
“Now now…not yet.” he tuts mockingly.
“Please, Suguru. Please let me cum.”
Increasing his pace, abusing your g-spot relentlessly, Suguru knew by your breathy moans of his name that you were getting close.
His hand moves from your waist, leaving behind purple marks to remember him by. They wander the expanse of your body - groping your curves, and pinching your nipples through your thin top - delighting in your mewls.
God, you were perfect. He really needed to take his time with you later.
Suguru’s hands, nail polish chipped and fingers calloused from years of playing, finally rest on your face. He pushes your cheeks together, drool pooling at the corner of your mouth and forcing you to look at him through the vanity mirror in front of you. Your dazed eyes meet his darkened ones.
Suguru was so feral. The man that was usually the personification of grace and poise was falling apart at the seams. His eyes wild and grin spread devilishly as his fingers abuse your cunt never-endingly.
“Look at me when you cum.” he murmurs raspily into your neck, teeth ghosting over your rapid pulse.
You don’t know what it is that sends you over the edge - maybe it was his lustful words, or the way his fingers quirked just right inside of you. All you know is you’re cumming all over Suguru’s fingers, hands clutching the vanity table and eyes locked with Suguru’s in the mirror, mouth dropping into a gasp.
“Fuck! Suguru- Suguru!” you whimper.
Suguru watches in wonder as you ride out your orgasm, using him. He couldn’t give less of a fuck if anyone walked in right now. In fact, a small part of him wishes someone would.
Let them see how beautifully you fall apart because of him.
Finally pulling out, Suguru inspects his fingers. “Now now. That won’t do.” he purrs.
His tongue erotically licks up your juices covering his rings, still holding eye contact with you through the mirror. He catches the way your thighs press together at his lewd act. ‘Oh? Want some?“ he teases.
Before you can retort, he’s bullying his fingers into your mouth, making you taste yourself.
The way you moan around him sends blood rushing straight to his cock. Fuck, he has to steel himself from cumming in his pants right then and there - that wouldn’t be very “sex icon” of him.
You have no idea what you do to him.
Not willing to wait any longer, he leisurely takes a seat on the spacious vanity sofa. You whine at the loss of contact before catching the predatory look in his eyes. Suguru was going to eat you alive.
“Come on, darling. Show me how badly you want me.” he grins, legs spreading and prominent bulge on display.
You take a second to admire the view. Tousled black hair falling enticingly along Suguru’s muscled shoulders, tattooed dragon peeking through where his shirt was messed up. His eyes lustful, and locked on you.
He was devastatingly handsome. Your mouth waters at the chance to get what so many people would kill for.
Suguru chuckles as you struggle to unbuckle his belt - did rock stars have to always wear such complicated trousers?
Finally, you pull them down along with his boxers to expose his creamy thighs. Suguru’s throbbing erection lays on his abs, flushed a delicate pale pink.
Your pussy quivers with excitement as you press wet kisses to Suguru’s leaking head, precum dripping down his length to where you’d gently grasped him. A strangled hiss leaves his mouth as you swirl your tongue around the slit. You find yourself lost in his heady taste - he tastes so good.
“Having fun, darling? C’mon now, use me the way you want.” he murmurs, need laced into his voice.
You’ve never gotten used to how big Suguru is. Soft groans leave his mouth as you flatten your tongue and take him in inch by inch, eyes locked with his blown-out ones.
Suguru’s back arches as the heat of your mouth envelops him, hands bunching your hair into a messy ponytail. His pornographic groans echo across the dressing room as you suck on his cock, tongue swirling in just the way you knew he liked.
He can’t even catch his breath with the way you bob your head so heavenly, sucking the soul out of him. It drives him wild to think about how he’s got his lead guitarist on her knees, choking on his cock as your fans wait outside.
Suguru’s eyes roll to the back of his head as you pop off his cock to take his heavy balls into your mouth, moaning around them as you suck on both erotically.
Shit, he was really feeling it today.
Through the bangs now sticking to his forehead, he makes out the way your thighs grind against each other for relief.
You were, too.
If this keeps up he really will lose his sanity.
“As much as I’d love to paint your pretty face with my cum, I think we both prefer it inside, no?” he grits out, cock twitching at the strings of spit and precum connecting you to him as he pulls you off.
“Need you inside me so badly.” you nod, brain foggy and filled with only Suguru.
He’s quick to lift you into his lap, resting your ass against his pulsing cock, sly grin spreading at the way you’re already so fucked out.
Suguru feels like he could cum just from the sensation of your juices smearing all over his length, pussy dripping and aching for his throbbing cock.
“Oh yeah? How bad?” he purrs, eyes half-lidded and already knowing the answer.
“Please. I want you to fuck me so badly, Suguru.”
“Badly enough that you’d fuck me out there - where everyone is? Show ‘em who I belong to?”
“Yes.”
At your whimper, Suguru thrusts fully inside you, a moan of relief leaving you both as you finally get what you’ve been craving for.
“Shit, so tight. Always so good for me, darling.”
Once you start, it’s hard to stop, Suguru finds.
It happened when he first fucked you in high school - in his car after your first show, running on adrenaline and teenage hormones. And, years later, it’s happening now as he sheathes himself in your wet cunt.
He just can’t get enough.
He fucks you animalistically, cock ramming in and out of your hole in a way that makes it feel like you’re missing something without him. Nothing in the world other than your two connected bodies. He feels you clamping down on him deliciously, ego growing at you struggling to accommodate his size.
“F-fuck, darling. Hah- It’s s’tight. Take it like my good girl.”
“Hngh- Suguru, faster!” you groan, fingers delicately playing with the nipple piercings peeking out of his barely-buttoned shirt, euphoric at his drawn-out moans.
Unlike Satoru - who takes off his shirt every chance he gets onstage - Suguru was one to shy away from showing skin, slutty piercings and tattoos hidden to the world. It just makes it all the more satisfying as you lick a long stripe along the dragon on his shoulder.
Feels like your little secret. You wanted to be the only one to see this ethereal sight.
“Ah- So good, darling.” Suguru leans back, allowing you more room to play with him as you please. Cock twitching - so close - as you bore into his eyes, sucking his flashy piercings.
He ramps up his pace, bouncing you on his cock in a way that was carnal. It was so feral, the way his balls sting as they smack your ass, a ring of spit and precum forming around his base.
His cock aches for release, but he wants to see you cum first. His pretty girl, cumming all over his throbbing cock.
You pull yourself off his swollen nipples and attach your mouth with his, tongues swirling sensually as he kisses you like he needed you to breathe.
He’s almost as unforgiving with his mouth as he is with his cock. Almost.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
“YOOO I don’t know if ‘pre-concert rituals’ was a code-word for something else but we’re on in twenty minutes.” the unmistakable voice of Suguru’s best friend - and occasional bane-of-his-existence - made you two jump apart.
“The ultimate cockblock.” Suguru sighs out - his pace, however, does not slow down. Each harsh thrust makes it difficult to muffle your yelps of pleasure from Satoru, who was still calling for you two from outside.
Noticing your predicament, Suguru grins dangerously. “Oh? My poor girl finds it hard to stop her moans? Aww, better try harder unless you want dear Satoru finding out.” he mocks in your ear.
Both humiliated and turned on by his words, your dripping pussy clenches around his cock. He lets out a choked-up groan, biting hard into the crook of your neck to stop it.
A satisfied smile spreads across your face, “Who should try harder now, Suguru?”
Ah, perfect. You were perfect, perfect for him.
As Satoru’s yells about “cutting a chunk out of Suguru’s pay” disappear across the hallway, both of you let out exhales of relief.
“Dangerous game you played there, mister.” you raise a brow, teasingly.
He chuckles out, before pulling you to him closer by the waist. Lips ghosting over your own, he whispers “Only with you, my darling.”
Slightly more clear-headed but still dripping with lust, you meet the bounce of Suguru’s hips with your own. Eyes still locked with yours, he stuffs you with every inch - tip kissing your cervix so painfully good.
The steady slapping of skin and synchronized moans fill the room, blocking out the cheering of the audience awaiting your band.
Yet, the air crackled with something different this time. For the first time, it didn’t just feel like just mindless fucking.
Bite mark on your neck stinging, you could feel Sugurus heartbeat thundering under your touch - synchronized with your own.
In this moment it felt like just you two in this world.
You wanted to be the only one in his world. Not his fangirls, not some manager, not anyone else.
Maybe that was the reason for your courage, feeling like everything has finally come to a boiling point.
“S-Suguru.” you breathe out as you feel yourself getting closer.
“Mhm?” brows furrowed, he looks up at you with a tenderness in his eyes that does not translate to the merciless cadence of his hips.
“Be mine.”
And that’s all Suguru ever wanted.
With a final hard thrust of his cock, he pulls you into a searing kiss that sends you both over the edge. He cums in hot spurts, thick ropes of seed filling your quivering cunt. It was feral - and it made you feel like his.
Suguru’s seed drips down the side of his length, forming a white ring at his base as he fucks it deeper into you, letting you ride out your highs together.
As your climaxes bate, he buries his face in your neck, kissing softly over the mark from before. “To be yours is everything I could ever want, darling.” he breathes out, hugging you closer as if to hide this vulnerable moment. But you feel the heat of his cheeks on your skin.
Embracing him, you gather his beautiful black locks in your hand, fingers deftly taking the hair tie around your wrist to tie his long hair into a messy ponytail.
Pulling back, you admire Suguru’s angelic features. Face flushed, lips swollen, and dark eyes half-lidded as he stares up at you in surprise.
“Wanted to see your pretty face.” you huff out a low laugh.
The expression on Suguru’s face is indescribable, such pure adoration in his eyes.
Voice low, he murmurs words meant only for you, “I…I’m in lov-”
“HEYYY I’m serious, stop doing the devil’s tango and GET THE FUCK OUT.” Satoru’s voice bellows once again through the door, shattering the little bubble you and Suguru had found refuge in.
“Ah- um-”
“You-”
Both of you stammer out at once, chuckling at how shy you were acting with one another even after all that had transpired in this room.
“We should probably go, before Satoru and Shoko pop a blood vessel.” Suguru jokes. You laugh out in agreement as he carries you tenderly to the washroom, his interrupted words weighing heavily on both your minds. It’s okay, you have time.
Rapidly cleaned up and dressed, Suguru stops, a hand on the dressing room doorknob. “”Hey..” he starts almost-hesitantly, “After the concert, would you maybe want to-”
“Yes.” you interrupt, excitement lacing your voice.
Chuckling in pure euphoria as you both exit, your smiles turn more sheepish as you’re faced with a bored-looking Shoko and an impatient Satoru tapping his foot. “You horny lil’ fuckers almost missed the show, think of my poor fans~” he exclaims, though the glee in his eyes at your intertwined hands was very evident.
“Hope the sex was good at least.” Shoko drones out, eyes flitting over your guilty flushed faces.
‘Oh yeah, and Suguru - next time you dump your fangirls on me, I chop your balls off.“ she chirps out, pointing her drumsticks threateningly at his neck as you all head back.
Blinding lights.
Deafening screams.
Hair pulled into a messy ponytail, he was fatally beautiful onstage.
Everybody wanted to fuck Suguru Geto, lead bassist of Tokyo Special Grades.
But he only wanted to fuck you.
A/N. MMMMM long-haired men.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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