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Center Stage

suguru whimpers as he pounds into you, folds your legs until there’s a knee on each side of your head. you're so good he has to bite back a gasp when your walls squeeze down on him, gripping his cock so fucking hard he sees stars. his eyes roll back when he reaches a hand down to your clit, swollen and sensitive and he feels the sudden gush of your arousal drip down between your bodies. suguru loves how your tight little cunt always takes him so well, how it makes room for him and holds him like it never wants to let go.

every thrust, every roll of his hips, every slap of your skin meeting has suguru leaning down to groan into the crook of your neck. he doesn’t let up, pounding into you like a man possessed. and he is. your pussy makes him insane, makes him want to scream, makes him want to fucking cry.

it feels like heaven in your walls.

suguru loves to look between you, where your bodies connect and see the creamy mess you’ve made on him. fuck he loves how your pussy always makes a mess. it’s one of his favorite things about you.

that and the way your lips part when he pistons his hips a certain way, touches that sweet spot you love. how your head falls back and your back arches when he wraps his thick fingers around your neck, makes you hold his weight as he fucks into you with reckless abandon. the way your little moans fall from that pretty mouth he loves to bury his cock in. he loves all of that.

he loves the way your hands find his hair and you pull. not gentle at all, just the way he likes. you’re as a desperate and fucking needy as he is.

“come on baby. tell me how much you love my cock.” he pleads. he knows you love it. you've told him plenty of times. but suguru also loves to get his ego stroked.

“i love it, ah- fuck, fuck i love your cock!” you whimper beneath him like the good girl you always are. all he ever has to do is ask and you’ll deliver every time. so obedient. it’s why you’re his favorite.

suguru can feel your walls softly convulsing around him. you’re so close. but while your words were good, they’re weren’t good enough. so suguru slows his pace, staring down at you with half lidded eyes. he wants you to do it right.

“pretty girl forgot her manners,” he chides, clicking his tongue. “i love your cock, what?”

he bottoms out with a particularly harsh thrust that has you crying out, your fingers tightening in his tresses and he chuckles, his dick twitching within the confines of your cunt.

“oh fuck! i love your cock master geto”

there it is.

you peer up through your lashes at the man above you and the smug smile on suguru’s lips sends you spiraling over the edge, your orgasm rushing over you, your body shivering as wave after wave hits you. and your sweet lips muttering his formal title, it has him burying his face in your neck again, whining as his hips stutter with every sloppy thrust until his balls tighten.

he grips your thigh hard, high pitched whimpers falling freely from his mouth as his cock stiffens and his hot, white seed fills your twitching pussy. the release has suguru shaking, struggling to hold his weight as your pussy milks him of every fucking drop.

you’re both panting, both catching your breath as suguru kisses you desperately, pressing kisses to your face, to your lips. and he’s still cumming

“m-master geto,” you mutter between kisses. he hasn’t pulled out of you, just keeps rolling his hips into your slowly, softly as he continues to litter your lips and face with kisses.

suguru hums in acknowledgment.

“you’ll be late to session tonight,” you warn him. “you know there will be big donors there. you don’t want to be late.”

ah yes, the work never stops for suguru. he would love to stay here, on the floor of his stage but it wouldn’t be a good look to have his donors and worshippers walk in on you both in the middle of such a salacious act.

and you, his most favorite follower. there's no way in hell allow anyone to leave the room alive if they saw you this way. no, you're meant to be seen by him this way and him alone. even with your current situation, he knows you are loyal to him. so with a hiss, suguru pulls out of you, smirking when he sees the way you pout at the loss of fullness.

cute.

“come and see me after session” he tells you with one last press of his lips to yours. he crawls off of you carefully and fixes his robe. you nod, watching as he exits the room.

he knows where to find you.

suguru always finds you the moment he enters the room, packed with worshippers ready to give themselves to him. and you’re among them, loyal as ever to him, even as you bow politely and pledge yourself to the organization alongside your husband.

#bye i found this in my drafts and it's been there since august LMAO #this would be me if i was in his cult #when did i even write this #i have no memory of this place #unedited because i need to get over my overthinking #suguru geto x reader #suguru geto drabble #geto x reader #suguru geto x you #i love a cheating reader LMAO #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #getou x reader #getou suguru x reader #getou suguru x you #geto suguru smut #cult leader geto #cult leader suguru geto #sorry to my husband

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coffeeandcalligraphy · 5 years

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Moth Work + Optical Illusion | Writing Update

Hey People of Earth!

I’m finally back to share an update for the next two chapters of MOTH WORK (which I intro’d HERE). I’ve been having a pretty bad health week so I’ve been a bit of a blob lol and it’s made it difficult to put out content for you! However, we back for now and I’m excited to talk about these chapters. If you missed the previous update I’d suggest starting there first since it has all the details about the overall story!

What’s it about?

Chapter two is the project’s title chapter, and also the chapter where the boys are actually! on! a! boat! It starts a few minutes after chapter one when the boys dock their canoe. Lonan spontaneously decides to go swimming and Harrison’s reaction looks something like: lol ok. He joins him and Lonan quickly starts an existential rant about the illusory nature of God and that’s where the chapter gets most of its direction. The entire thing takes place in the water, which was fun! I don’t write many water scenes and I find I find them a lot of fun.

The writing bit:

I can’t really say anything specific about the drafting process for this chapter because I wrote it a few months ago (maybe May?), but I do remember it being *peak* drafting for this story. I feel like I haven’t had this ease with drafting since writing this chapter.

Playlist:

I really tried not to be NBT biased but (my cult):

Tempt You (Evocatio) by Nothing But Thieves

I Was Just A Kid by Nothing But Thieves

Gods by Nothing But Thieves

I don’t have any excerpts for this chapter because I don’t think any of it is excerptable lmao even where I title drop. Which means we move onto chapter three, Optical Illusion:

What’s it about?

This chapter is thiccc and filled with so much tea?? It starts as a continuation of the previous chapter and then a mini resolution of the relational tension when Harrison gets his ear pierced and Lonan enters crisis mode when he thinks he sees his father’s ghost. A lot of this chapter is summary to fill in gaps which is also why it’s so busy. It’s called Optical Illusion for the most *symbolic* reasons as things appear to look up for the boys (fake news) and Lonan insists he’s seeing his dead father lol. I wanted to initially call chapter two Optical Illusion because of the heavy God rant Lonan goes on but I think it makes more sense for this chapter!

The writing bit:

This chapter has so many alternate endings! I got it wrong so many times before eventually settling with what I did. Originally I wrote in an on-page resolution of conflict (a few times) but then scrapped that entirely, then wrote a few more potential directions, found one I liked, and then followed more endings until I eventually landed on one. I think this is probably because I wrote a lot of this during school in multiple spaced out settings so I lost my train of thought quite a bit. We finally get some on-page vulnerability from Lonan at the end which is like the first time that’s happened in years lmao.

Playlist:

I Was Just A Kid by Nothing But Thieves

Graveyard Whistling by Nothing But Thieves

Emergency by Nothing But Thieves

Lover, Please Stay by Nothing But Thieves

Hell, Yeah by Nothing But Thieves

Afterlife by Nothing But Thieves

Disco by Surf Curse

(lol I really tried to be diverse there!)

Excerpts:

After we tie up loose ends from the previous scene in chapter 2, there’s a short time skip that first starts with a flashback a few hours before. If anyone remembers the squad’s departure from the cabin in the Rewired updates, Harrison basically describes it here. This was exciting for me to write because in Reeve’s POV we actually don’t see them physically leaving the cabin as there’s a time skip. I had a lot of fun writing this chunk of backstory before we jump into the fictive present and it’s one of my favourite parts of the story so far. I think this is because I was feeling really homesick for my homegirl Reeve and finally writing with her was such a release?? Like oh wow euphoria?? My queen??

This is a bit from when Reeve exits the cabin and decides Harrison is worthy enough to talk to before she, Foster, Darren and her mom head back home to the east coast. A lot of this context for this excerpt comes from the one chapter I didn’t update on for Rewired (Dark Room) so all you need to know is Reeve has previously bought Harrison a set of cigars. My personal fave because it features my woman in her natural state:

“I like the cigars,” Harrison looked over the water, the cattails grazing the lake’s perimeter like a halo.

“Thank Darren. They cost him sixty bucks.”

“Well tell him I like them.”

“No thank you?”

“And that I say thank you.”

Reeve flicked her sunshades from the crown of her head to her eyes—her mother’s, he thought. It wasn’t that bright, but she held a hand over her forehead regardless, and beneath the sienna tinted lenses, squinted.

“It’s hot out here,” she said, fanning herself with a receipt she’d found in the mail drawer.

“It’s August.”

Here’s more of that interaction ft Reeve lukewarmly caring about her brother (big! mood!):

“We’ll meet you in Boston at the end of the summer,” Harrison said, and offered her the cigar. She took it swiftly like although she’d gifted it to him, it still belonged to her. The smoke she exhaled caught in the sunlight and dissipated gold.

“Is Lonan sleeping?”

“Yes.”

“Tell him I said bye.”

From there, we have a bit of a honeymoon period (that ends very quickly) as Lonan pierces Harrison’s ear, and then things get bad when Lonan thinks he sees a ghost so! A classic me move!

The chapter ends there and we jump into four. I’ll have a separate update on that because it’s been a PROCESS, however, I hope you liked this update! This project is wild because the voice is so different to what I’m used to so I can never really tell what’s good or what’s awful lol (I think this will take practice). Thanks for reading!

--Rachel

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