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‘Childhood Reminiscing’

Moodboard requested by @donttellmysecret-19

HEAR ME OUT. TELL ME Y'ALL SEE THE VISION AND I WILL COOK SMTH IMMEDIATELY.

satoru gojo is the guy everyone in your major knows—ridiculously smart, annoyingly hot, borderline unapproachable unless you’re part of his stupid little circle. he’s got freelance gigs pouring in, edits promo reels for actual brands, and once got a professor to extend a deadline just by smiling.

you worked together once—on a boring group project no one else cared about. but he edited your presentation slides into a cinematic masterpiece and you’ve never forgotten it.

so months later, when your fashion content finally starts gaining traction, and you’re drowning in vlog footage with no time to cut it down—you text him.

hey. remember when u edited our project? can u help me trim some vids pls… i suck at this lol”

you say it’s just a favor. just cutting out the boring parts.

but the videos you send him? yeah, they’re anything but boring.

you talk to the camera like it’s a boyfriend.

you laugh too loud.

you try on heels in front of full-body mirrors.

and every time you drop a necklace or lean over to pick up a perfume bottle? you look straight into the lens.

no jump cuts. no edits. just intent.

and fine, maybe he spends way too long on the lingerie try-on segment. maybe he pauses every time you bend over, frame-by-frame, like he’s adjusting color grading—but really he’s just watching the way your thighs press together. maybe he syncs your audio and loops your giggle four, five, six times, rewinding the way you say “oops” like it’s a fucking song.

maybe he exports that three-second timestamp—just the part where your fingers hook into the band of your panties and you whisper “should i keep this one?”—into a separate folder buried deep in his hard drive.

it’s not even named professionally. not “asset_ref3” or “raw_pull_b.”

nah.

it’s named "fuckmepls.mp4"

and it lives in a folder called "NOT work (unless)"

he tells himself it’s research. he tells himself every editor does this. but his dick’s in his hand more than it’s on his mouse these days, and you’re to blame. you with your lazy drawl and shiny lip gloss and the way you talk to the camera like it’s his mouth you’re feeding lines to.

but then, one day, a file comes in titled:

"march haul (raw).mp4"

he clicks play.

it’s you. in your bedroom. in new lingerie. in front of the mirror. saying things like—

“god, i hope this one fits…”

“oops, sorry—too much cleavage?”

"i bet you’d pause right here, wouldn’t you?"

it ends mid-sentence.

five minutes later, another file drops into the folder:

"march haul (real).mp4"

you text:

oops. wrong send lol. this is the real one!

you don’t even delete nor unsent the wrongfully sent file.

he doesn’t ask you to.

that night, he doesn’t even pretend. he edits the video with his cock in hand, moaning your name while you test lip colors like you’re daring him to fuck up a timestamp.

now every time you ask for “another quick edit,” he’s sweating. because you’ll drop something again. you'll bite your lip again. you’ll look into the camera like you know exactly what he’s doing with that footage.

and you’re still calling it a favor.

No because it the way it almost the same for me.

OFF THE GRID: DO KYUNGSOO (2022) Q. Are you more of an extrovert or an introvert?

birthday gift for my s/o!! a study that turned into Pharah I can’t draw abs oof

PFFDSJDHKFLG please ..

Every employee of his believing that CEO!Nanami Kento was overworked, stressed, and - most importantly - married. So why the hell was he letting you, his pretty lil’ personal assistant, flirt and ruffle those blond bangs of his to your heart’s content?

True love wasn’t real - how the hell could their fair, gentle boss cheat?

Ignoring every hint, every “anonymous” note warning to tell his mysterious wife, every shocked look whenever he gave you soft smiles. That is, until it’s an office party gone too late and those very employees are just about to confront their CEO- when a (very drunken) Nanami kisses you smack-dab on the lips. 

Leaving everyone gaping as he slurs– “Whatcha lookin’ at my wife, for?”

Oh, their eyes dart to the glinting necklace now peeking out from your blouse - and more importantly the ring attached to it, maybe true love was real.

gojo’s service to an artist

warnings: male masturbation, edging, exhibitionism (??), dom!reader, artist!reader, sub!gojo, model!gojo

word count: 3.1k

summary: college student gojo satoru is notorious for having a fuck list, thanks to the dares of his friends. when your name was dropped on the list, gojo offered to be your model for your art piece. however, his plan backfired when he found himself desperately fucking your hand.

note: this is heavily inspired by a manga i read called Nude Model by Yamaguchi Tsubasa. go give it a read! don’t got time to proofread this because it’s too long : ( anyway, smut with a plot, ey? also, i think i’m too mean to gojo ♡

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