#tag yourself im len

[breadsammich]

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#project sekai #vivid bad squad #shiraishi an #aoyagi toya #shinonome akito #kagamine len #journey to bloom #I WOULD TAG KOHANE BUT I COMBED THE WHOLE THING AND COULDN'T FIND A SINGLE FRAME OF HER TO USE AS A REACTION IMAGE #id in alt text #tag yourself im an

[todayisafridaynight]

NOT QUITE DEAD YET IS SO CUTE ISN'T IT... Definitely agree it was a missed opportunity to not have her pursue her music though, it feels like that was set up better as a conclusion 😔 BUT HER MOM OH MY GOD... queen... such a solid movie overall, 8/10 makes me miss my dad too...

Speaking of Moms. And Dads. I've been ruminating on some older asks... I feel like it's not too far-fetched for Jo to recognize Ikumi in Masato's features? Because that particular style of flashback appears to represent the character's own memory rather than an "objective" viewpoint.

Hence Ichiban's memory of Akane is extremely indistinct and uses a generic NPC model; Ikumi has more screentime, but for the purposes of the story, she didn't really need to be any different. So if I were to read into that difference, Ichi is "filling in the blanks" with women he's seen before, while Jo isn't. Anecdotally I guess, I still remember what the people I was close to at that age looked like even if I've forgotten their names; so, if Jo remembers what Jiro and Arakawa looked like, I would guess he must remember what Ikumi looked like.

I guess it's kind of muddled because the story is being told to both the audience and to Ichi, by both RGGS and Jo, but that's how I'd look at it. On the flip side, if Ikumi's still out there somewhere in Japan... she has to have seen Aoki's face, right? And his date of birth is publicized as 1/1. I wonder if she's ever seen that and thought he'd be exactly the same age now... what became of her son?

Allegedly™️ the brain never forgets a face, never mind That just being a whole event enough to warrant remembering everyone involved from how significant it was. SO. In review... it definitely wouldn't hurt to say he could be reminded of Ikumi when he looks at Masato, even if it's subconsciously/he can't place exactly why. Certainly a concept I've ping-ponged in my dome for a while..

#snap chats #meant to answer this earlier but i was being silly </3 #BUT i was having a think that the flashback segments are predominantly through the lens of the chara #i think i rambled bout it in tags before but its how i justify jo not really sounding like a kid in his flashback #tho i guess that might contrast with the 'played house' line going with the angle that jo didnt consider himself a kid #yk what i mean like yk when you just grew up A Kind Of Way you dont really consider yourself a kid or teenager anymore #just. kind of a small adult. or you /should/ behave like an adult. thats my rationale ANYWAY. NOT IMPORTANT #rgg so mean for making ikumi and then casting her into the void #i mean i get it but also im too invested now.. like imagine that #your locker baby became the governor of tokyo. and now he's being exposed for murder #since ikumi was the one more immediately concerned with masato im sure she still thinks of him when shes grown up #if not just on occasion yk how it is #yeah i woulda paid to see that... just an If scenario just for curiosity sake

[octoberautumnbox]

Aquamarine

Soloist Lee Chaeyeon & Male Reader

Word count: 1.7k

Categories/tags: smut, shower, glass, camera/picture, standing sex, standing doggy, creampie, fluffy (at least thats the plan)

a/n: birthday piece for the second half of IZ*ONE'S HoneyWaterz! she gets like one fic a year y'all are missing out. and as usual (lol) no proofread no beta im sorry i know its terrible

The water glistens against her skin, shining as it falls down her back. The city lights seem so far below you like you're in the clouds yourself. The smoke doesn't reach up here, nor the hustle and bustle of the metropolis below. It's only you and her.

Click, click, click. Find her through your camera's lens, taking perfect shot after perfect shot. She turns around and smiles a divine smile at you, and you suspect that she's stopped posing a long while ago; now, she's just glad to find you nearby.

She paddles adorably over to the shallow end of the pool and takes a seat. "Thank you for taking me out like this, babe. I love you so much. Everything is perfect."

She wrings her hair carefully and looks up over the moon, enjoying the cool breeze of tropical air on her face and chest. Click.

"Ugh, stop it," she giggles. "I wasn't ready. Delete that one."

You chuckle and place your camera on a dry, flat surface and join her in the pool. The water is warm between your toes, and you accept the welcome by sitting down in it right next to her.

You try to put your arm around her shoulder, but she shrugs it off cutely. "Don't, you idiot," she scolds lovingly, "I'm all wet."

Sulking away playfully, never mind your lightly damp Hawaiian shirt, you respond. "Wow, calling me an idiot just for trying to love you. I knew it, you've just been using me all this time..."

She laughs her signature laugh, painting the skyline of your heart in vibrant tones of aquamarine. She takes your hand and pulls slowly, bringing your arm around her once more.

"You're gorgeous, you know that? Everything about you is perfect." Place a hand on her cheek and bring her gaze over to yours. "How'd I end up with someone as breathtaking as you?"

"Shut up, babe..." she chuckles lightly as she places her hand over yours. "You know I fell for you first."

Close your eyes gently as the gravity of your hearts draw your lips together. You find her halfway through the darkness, but of course you did. When has she ever let you down?

The kiss you share is slow, respectful. You ask for permission from each other wordlessly, giving and taking just a tiny bit more from each other's love with every singular peck.

She breaks the kiss gratefully. As you open your eyes you're met with a goddess, ethereal and alluring. And she's all yours.

Without her forehead leaving yours, she whispers to you, "Let's go inside, babe, I'm getting cold."

~~~

Pull her by her waist into the shower enclosure and take her lips again. She strips you of your Hawaiian shirt, now soaked, and tosses it out of the glass cubicle. Her arm wraps around your neck, while her free hand finds the shower handle.

The showerhead comes to life, and warm water falls onto your back. Chaeyeon slips her fingers under your waistband and pulls down, taking away your last bits of clothing and relieving you of the growing pressure in your shorts.

You do the same, pulling off her dripping wet bikini bottom. Without ever breaking the kiss, she kicks them away and takes your hands onto her plump and firm ass. She moans lightly at your touch, music to your ears.

As much as you want to keep them there, you know there's more you have to do first. Break the kiss for just a moment, and see your girlfriend out of breath.

Grabbing the hem of her top, you pull up. She raises both arms to help you out, knowing that this also gives you the best view of your favorite part.

The wet piece of fabric moves up past her chest, and her beautiful tits bounce free from their containment. You keep pulling until the bikini top clears her head and finally her arms, and then you toss them out of the cubicle and shut the door.

She wraps her arms around your neck again. Grip her ass cheeks and pull her towards you, savoring her firm behind while you force your cock between her thighs.

She moans cutely at the sensation of your head right at the entrance of her heat. You kiss her again, torridly this time, and she returns your affections hungrier, more impatient, less quietly than earlier.

She pulls you even closer, pressing her soft breasts onto your chest, and the feeling could not be more heavenly. You know she's doing this on purpose, and so you respond in kind by giving her a smack on her butt cheek, forcing it to jiggle. As she's groaning into your mouth as a reflex, you leave her at a loss for a more heavenly moment.

Chaeyeon finally frees your lips, and the both of you take a deep breath. You can't get enough, though, and bring her over to the glass pane nearest to you.

"You're so fucking hot..." She traces all over your body with her fingertips. "How do you want me, babe?" she asks courteously.

"You have to smile for the camera, sweetheart." Turn her around to face the glass, and wipe away the steam obstructing her view of outside. She spots your camera sat on a table, facing the pair of you, and she blushes and smirks devilishly as she catches wind of your plan.

"Naughty boy... Hurry up and take me." Chaeyeon bends over and gives you a clear view of her ass, and shows off her pink lower lips for your pleasure.

You make her lean on the glass pane with her forearms as you grab her by the hips. Always the gentleman, you don't keep her waiting. Pull her lips apart, hear her groan at the feeling, and, finally, push your hardened cock into her tight pussy.

"Fuck..." Click. The flash goes off in front of her, and she turns redder in her cheeks. "This is so fucking hot, babe..."

"Happy birthday, baby. You're getting a private photo book of tonight as one of your gifts. Smile your prettiest."

You feel her velvet walls clench lovingly around your cock. It isn't a challenge at all though, with her slick lubricating her insides, to pull out nearly all the way, and force yourself back into her core.

Relish the feeling of fucking the most beautiful woman in the world. Take pride in how she powerlessly surrenders herself to your will. With every thrust deep into her pussy, you show her that she'll only ever belong to you.

"Babe, harder... Please fuck me harder." You comply with her request, as you thrust forward you forcefully pull her back. Her ass meets your pelvis at every pump, producing a symphony of slaps and groans.

Click, click, click. The camera makes its presence felt as flashes fill the other side of the bathroom. Push your goddess of a girlfriend harder against the glass, and she lets out a loud "ahhhh" as her nipples and breasts are squished onto the cold surface.

"Right there, babe, keep fucking me just like that..." Her walls only get tighter as your cock splits her apart. The sounds of her pleasure fill the bathroom as you bring her closer and closer to climax.

"I love you... so... fucking much, babe..." you mutter next to her ear. You can tell she's losing control of herself, she answers only in moans of ecstasy at the rough fucking she's receiving.

Hook her leg under your arm, raise it for the camera. Click, click. The view of her pussy being violated by your cock is crystal clear for the camera to capture. Click. Chaeyeon screams in pleasure as you reach new depths in the lewd position she finds herself in. Click. Her face is smushed against the glass with how hard you're pushing her. Click, click, click. Her nipples grow stiffer against the clear pane, spurring her on and on towards her eventual release.

"Sweetheart, you still good?" She can't answer, you know she can't. Just one look and you can tell she's long gone: her head thrown back, eyes rolled into the back of her skull, no regard for whatever she might be saying anymore.

Figure she's had enough. Conclude her long day with a bang. Give her a high note to end a perfect celebration. Better yet, make her sing the high note herself.

You grow more ravenous with your hold on her. "You know... One of your gifts... a whole photo book... of just tonight." Click. You thrust into her sex more roughly, chasing your high as you force her to reach hers. She can't defy you, and you know she won't. She's yours.

Her climax comes to her like an earth-splitting bolt of lightning. All at once, a guttural scream rips through her throat, click, streaks of her cum spray onto the glass she's pressed against, click, she stumbles as her legs give out underneath her, click, click, and her walls grip you in a desperate attempt to prolong her unholy pleasure as much as she can, click.

"I'm cumming, baby... Happy birthday--!!!" With a deep groan you shoot your cum into her womb, making sure every spurt stays in and takes. Her walls apply a heavenly amount of pressure on your cock, milking you for more, and you give her exactly what she wants. With every spurt of your hot cum into her abused snatch Chaeyeon screams louder yet, click, begging in gibberish for something she herself doesn't even know anymore.

You realize she's full up when your cum overflows from her pussy and down her thigh. She's taking heavy breaths now, and your wits are slipping away from you.

~~~

You find yourself sat on the cold tiled floor of the shower. Warm water still falls from the showerhead and onto the pair of you. Chaeyeon is taking her sweet time filling her lungs with air and steadying her breathing. Her head's leaned onto your shoulder, so you push her hair aside to give her a kiss on her forehead.

"I love you, sweetheart. You might not have heard me earlier, but happy birthday."

She can only respond in deep breaths and scratchy hums. She brings her lips back over to yours, last kiss before getting dressed for bed. And you know that meant "I love you too."

a/n: yknow i should just stop planning fics at this point lmao. anyways, happy birthday our feather chaeyeon!!!

#lee chaeyeon smut #chaeyeon smut #girl group smut #izone smut #kpop smut

[teekays]

….speak on mt19 & his dad dare you

okay i need to be extremely crystal clear here when i say this is NOT!! something i think is based in any sort of reality, it's less speculation and more Something i think would be interesting to explore via the lens of this character. not trying to analyze and interpret any real events! just an interesting fictional thing! with that being said! im gonna put this under a cut because its A Lot--

i think there is not enough fic about players that examines the way hockey is cyclical, passed down through families the exact same way that abuse is, and the way it works the exact same way a lot of families do when abuse happens, closing ranks to protect their own, turning things into open secrets but never holding anyone accountable... and i think the tkachuks are a really interesting group to explore that through because keith is one of those guys who's like. he has no illusions about the way hockey works-- he played a kind of body-on-the-line, rough, thoroughly obnoxious hockey that his sons play now, and he's obviously proud of that, and yet... there's some obvious tension and discomfort there, a grappling with that legacy on matthew's part without the kind of words to actually describe that process, and i just think there is a LOT of room for some Narratives there... if you catch my drift. i also find it really interesting that he talked about matthew setting boundaries with him because that feels so unheard of, but the way he talked about it was so.... dismissive. which is another thing that ties into all of this, the way your body becomes Not Yours through hockey the way it often feels like Not Yours after abuse... what is getting up to play with a broken sternum even though you can barely dress yourself if not having to go about your business even though you were just profoundly harmed because It's What Your Dad Said Had To Happen..... yknow? there's a quote from The Incest Diaries about how the author, after years and years of horrific abuse and despite her all consuming hatred for her father and what he's done, still wants him to think she's sexy and clever, still wants him to Want her (i think it's in the service bell tag actually lol-- another can of worms) and like. HOCKEYCORE! so much of hockey is about doing the daddy dance and mt19 is doing the daddy dance for a man who could not care less about him more than anyone else, i think. roman roy you would've loved matthew tkachuk

#sowwy. you can yell at me if you want #incest mention #csa implied #<- lmk if those tags aren't sufficient!!! really don't want to upset anyone on the hockey blog #asks

[theworldofotps]

Don't Change Yourself

Pairing: Finn Balor x OC Rachael Word Count: 1,358 Prompt: I need you, you idiot

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If you wanna be added to the list lemme know. -------- “Oh, come on now Priest, I know you can look more intimidating than that!”

Rachael smirked looking at the man stood in front of her holding out his Money In The Bank briefcase. Waiting for him to get in position she adjusted the lens on her camera and snapped a few photos.

“That’s much better thank you for your time get out of here before I make you pose for another forty minutes.”

“Take it easy there carino I got things to do, besides I’m pretty sure Finn is next.”

He grinned watching her face flush red at the name of his tag team partner and friend, when Rachael first started working for WWE as a photographer the two had created a fast friendship. It didn’t take him long to connect that she had a thing for him, and between the two men that Finn had one for her as well.

“Keep your mouth shut and take your pretty ass out of here.”

Damian laughed as he left the room making a hasty exit as Rachael flipped him off, with a shake of her head she went about switching the lens on her camera. Finn chuckled walking into the room after seeing Damian leave quickly.

“Priest giving ya trouble again love?”

“Yes, but that’s nothing new for him, alright Balor step on the taped X and I’ll finish getting this all ready.”

She smiled winking at him as she finished getting her camera set up and adjusted to a new height. He wasn’t as tall as Damian, so the stand had to be taken down just a little. Finn smiled to himself and turned so he could hide the heat rising in his face.

“Okay I’m ready for you let’s make some magic.”

“That’s the first time I’ve heard that statement and it not be made in the bedroom.”

He joked patting himself on the back inside when she laughed out loud and he adjusted his titles one over each shoulder.

“Well, we could always fix that.”

She teased him and lifted the camera adjusting the light and snapping a picture of the surprised look on his face. The two continued to chat as she took a few more pictures and even a short video for social media.

“Alright that’s perfect thank you so much Finn I’ll edit these and get them turned in by the end of the week. I can text you the samples when I finish them if you’d like.”

“Yeah, that would be great thanks so much.”

Finn smiled at her as he picked the titles back up from where he had them set at his feet to show off.

“I was wondering something.”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“I wanted to ask um, do you.”

Swallowing the lump in his throat Finn rubbed the back of his neck as he was trying to work up the nerve to ask her out for a drink. Rachael turned to look at him from where she was packing away her lenses.

“Do you know if you’re going to be working the next live event?”

“Honestly, I’m not sure but I should know a few weeks before hand so I will let you know then.”

“Okay thank you.”

Finn wanted to say more but the nerves and possible fear of rejection stopped him from voicing his desires.

“Well, I guess I’ll go ahead and leave you to continue your work thanks for taking the time again.”

“You’re welcome I always love when we get to hang out together.”

Rachael smiled softly at him and watched as he waved, leaving the room shaking her head in amusement as she continued to pack her stuff so she could go on her lunch break. Finn groaned once the door shut and slowly started making his way back to the club house.

“Hey how’d your photoshoot go? Did you finally ask her out?”

Damian looked up from his phone and frowned when Finn shook his head plopping into one of the chairs.

“No I chickened out I don’t know what it is I just feel like she wouldn’t go for it I mean have you seen some of the other guys here? They’re so confident and straightforward with her. I just worry that I’ll scare her off, I seen her talking to Drew the other day and they were flirting.”

“She jokingly flirts with everyone man it’s nothing to concern yourself about honestly, I think she’d say yes in a heartbeat if you asked her out.”

Finn sighed looking up at the ceiling as he listened to his friend speak maybe Damian was right, he didn’t know what it was. But when it came to Rachael, he lost almost all of his confidence, he felt as out of place as a school boy.

“Why don’t you just try and channel your Prince Devitt confidence, but you know don’t be a complete dickhead to her.”

“You know that’s not a bad idea.”

Sitting up he thought for a moment he knew that Rachael would be taking photos tonight during a house show, that would be the perfect time to show her he was just as confident as these other guys. When The Judgment Day’s music hit later that night during the house show Finn took a deep breath, he was sort of cocky when it was on tv or the live shows. Tonight, though he planned to take it up just a notch. Walking beside Damian as they slowly made their way down the ramp Finn easily slid into his Prince Devitt character. Spotting Rachael he walked in her direction and started showing off for the camera.

Rachael was more than surprised to see Finn so into the camera and did her best to get the shots that would be presentable. But when he kept getting too close, she frowned and motioned for him to back up a bit.

“I can’t get a good shot if you’re thrusting your abs into the camera Finn this is serious.”

Finn smirked and stepped back continuing to interact with the camera and mess with the fans, he couldn’t help but feel inside that this was not working. After the tag match Finn slipped away backstage and grabbed a water.

“What on earth was that out there?”

Turning when he heard Rachael’s voice Finn opened his water and took a sip raising a brow at her.

“What was what?”

“The way you kept getting too close to the camera, I can’t get good shots when you do that, and you know how important it is for me to do so. There’s nothing wrong with showing off but when it messes with my work then we have a little issue.”

“I’m sorry Rachael it’s just, I never feel confident around you no matter what I do.”

He looked at the floor before back up at her and shifted on his feet as he finally decided to just explain, sure she may laugh at him. But at least he’d finally be able to get these feelings out and maybe salvage their friendship.

“I think you’re just fine Finn you don’t need to go and change yourself for anything. I like our interactions it’s cute seeing you so nervous when we talk, we always have so much fun together.”

“Really? It’s just all these other guys are so confident when they talk to you and I well I really like you and I didn’t think you’d be interested in anything more than friendship with me. I thought if maybe I was more confident, I could get the nerve to ask you out.”

“I need you you idiot, Finn I don’t want you to change yourself for anything I like you for who you are. Maybe if you would have talked to me about this beforehand than you’d know that.”

Rachael said shaking her head as she grabbed his hand holding it in her’s.

“Ask me out for a drink Finn.”

Finn smiles looking at her then clears his throat.

“Rachael, would you like to go out with me to get drinks sometime?”

“I thought you’d never ask I would love to.”

#wwe #finn bálor #finn balor x reader #finn balor fanfiction #prompt drabble

[gaybellethorn]

i started listening to the first shannon hale eah book on my walk earlier and it's so good. hale you mad bitch <3!!!!!!!

raven being a swiftie (taylor quick........obsessed) and apple being a directioner ("you don't know youre charming" in universe pointing to the real life charming family. CRAZY.)

apple keeping a basket of candy and coins at her bedroom balcony to throw down to her adoring masses PLEASEEEEE . all her kingdom management classes amassing to this she's so FUNNY.

relatedly, how frustrated she gets at the end of her first chapter that people are only gonna grade her on being a good snow white based on how pretty she is and not on how hard she's studying to be a good ruler. very very juicy very interesting characterisation very interesting take for a snow white character. but also. the chapter starts with her naming the dwarves by derogatory nicknames ("my name is frank," pouty said poutily) and the narrative itself superimposing her names onto them in the dialogue tags. SO FUCKING GOOD. APPLE YOU SILLY BITCH.

hale's distate for apple's dad bleeding into the description i looooove it. "keeping a hand on the hilt of his blade as if ready for battle at a moment's notice, but of course he had never been in battle. his only claim to fame was falling in love with a comatose woman in a glass coffin in the woods" damn hit him again for me!!!!!

BUT this coming from apple's pov???? EXQUISITE!!!!!! god that's so fucking INTERESTING and really doubles down on her looking up to her mam and wanting to be the best ruler she can be, because no one's gonna help her out later! i haven't gotten to apple interacting with daring yet, but that's gonna be such an interesting lens to read their relationship through as well if she considers his role in the story like. repulsive!

also just an interesting contrast to raven's relationship with her parents, where she loves her dad and wishes her mam wouldn't belittle him in their convo. oh sidebar there was a description like, raven's mam did love her, in her own way. hope was like a sticky syrup and raven wished she could drink it down just one more time. auggghhh ravennnn :( <33333

back to apple, i liked the little detail about snow having this squeaky high pitched voice, and apple musing that being stranded in the woods with the squirrels may have done a number on her. i think she gives a length of time there, either weeks or months? i hadn't considered that being part of the snow white legacy, that's interesting ! especially after thinkng of her dad as a useless bum ass nobody like 😭

looooove getting raven's introspection around her mam. the mirror scene at the start is so so good. ugh then when she's talking to apple and she notices how slouchy and unkempt she is next to her. and she tries standing properly but she knows she comes off as too tall, too gaunt comparatively. and then she reprimands herself like 'stop comparing yourself to her, that's probably how mom turned out the way she did' AUGH ? that being the first indicator that raven can understand how that path unfurls in front of her, how she could easily take those same steps. sooo juicy

also looove her relationship with baba yaga so far. it's really interesting that baba yaga is compared/contrasted to raven's mam, i wanna keep an eye on how that relationship develops

baba yaga using an actual spray bottle on raven when she starts voicing rebel thoughts PLEASE‼️ raven grumpily looking into the princess' advisor office (run by the white queen! cute detail) where theyre given tea and plush chairs and noticing that there isn't a spray bottle in sight. MWAH.

oh ! and the detail about it being maddie who asks raven point blank "if you weren't destined to be the evil queen, you would...?" as part of this wonderland word game that she doesn't think anything more of, but raven is left speechless because she's never been allowed to consider it before. really sweet moment between them! :)

im like an hour into this 6.5hr audiobook. the voice actor is doing a wonderful job, i really like her voices for raven and apple in particular so far. i definitely wanna keep going on it! i will listen to it on walks i think :^)

#ever after high #olb eah #cant remember my liveblog tag so lets do that #really really enjoying it im so glad to actually start reading it! been wanting to start it for agesss #also any quotes i give here are paraphrased lol #.txtpst

[killbenedictcumberbatchagain]

lol this website gets on my nerves you can't even keep your little stuff in the tags

im literally disabled and suffered bc of ppl's interpretation my inability to ~function as laziness and ineptitude and if it wasn't for me actually taking the better part of a year to forgive myself and Rest I would not be alive right now

that being said sometimes we have to do Unpleasant Things and that's just a fact of life and pursuing a lifestyle that consists of Only prioritizing your immediate pleasure and contentedness is uh bad!!! yeah we're animals but we have the gift of like awareness of ourselves and the thoughts and feelings of others?? we have a duty to ourselves and others we have to adhere to and NO that is not in a. capitalist lens, literally the opposite

it's such a western POV to put your feelings of exhaustion over others' like we definitely in comparison Have It Easy and have much more in our corner in terms of alleviating these stressors and sure Everyone should have an easy life but we still Take Up Space and should account for that. You can still be Good to yourself and give yourself space to heal, to mend, to soothe yourself and Still recognize there are times when we are not to feel as cozy and comfy as we'd like and adjusting to that reality does not Harm us. Like Jesus fucking christ

[soup-du-silence]

tagged by @yeoroot!

Original: “If you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog!”

(It got changed to a tagging game so I pasted the original to keep track of the prompt) sorry the chain always ends with me asdkgffds i never know who to tag or whatever

I've been listening to I Lose Control by Teddy Swims on repeat lately because it's my "jamikali fuck codependent mental amv soundtrack" song--shut up i know we all do this. im no exception.

2. springboarding off of yeo: I DONT have 73 gigs of pics in my phone (haha holy shit) but my screencap folder does pretty much look exclusively like this because it took me ages to learn that i dont HAVE to screenshot pixiv doujin to translate it, i can just long press and select google lens. oops!

3. i have seven in-progress fic docs at the moment. i dont know if any of them will see the light of day. One feels...closeish? Like its more than 50% to completion and it feels dumb not to try to muscle through. One i want to finish soooooooo bad but i dont know if i'll be able to brute force my way through the technical stuff. One is self indulgent misery porn (and actual porn) that i dont know if id ever be comfortable posting---Everyone can do whatever they want forever, free of judgement....except me, of course. I deserve to be shamed out of being cringe. the rest are probably nothing going nowhere. i can only ever seem to make meaningful progress on them when im not supposed to be writing (at work, in social situations) and its low key agony!! If I get ONE done maybe the two-day post-posting positive reinforcement period will bolster my confidence enough to make some proper headway.

[heystephen]

n e way final piece im going to say is this:

zoe (cowboylikedean), you didn’t get me to “admit” anything and you are flat out lying to yourself, your followers and your friends by saying that you did. it’s an incredibly immature stance to take that since i blocked you, you must have “won” or whatever, rather than the truth which is that you are just so unpleasant and rotten that i chose to rid my personal experience on this website of your presence. you posture yourself as a very intelligent individual and you manipulate situations by insulting people (see: calling me a bully and telling me to seek help on more than one occasion), and then acting like a hurt victim who did nothing wrong when that person responds in kind or when their friends stick up for them because so many people in this fandom are sick to death of your drama-seeking bullying behaviors. unfortunately for you, your tactics just don’t work on me because i see through them and i just find most of your bullshit laughable at best! what i don’t find laughable is the sheer amount of people who came to me yesterday and shared stories about being bullied by you, both in my DMs, post tags, and asks, not just swifties but people in fandoms i am not even part of which i found interesting because you seem to think the only people who have a problem with you are me and my friends. i am not going to out all of these people because most of them are still very uncomfortable after dealing with you. you are a bully in one of its ugliest forms because you are a bully who deludes themselves and others into thinking they’re a fandom vigilante when in reality they’re fandom poison.

i see through you, i know the kind of person you are, i chose not to give you the option to bother me anymore. that does not mean, in any way, that you made me “admit” anything. let alone made me “admit” to the most bonkers conclusion you could’ve come up with to combat my post about people reading taylor’s lyrics with a queer lens. like the absolute reach you had to make to even get to that conclusion was so bizarre, i chose not to respond BECAUSE it was so ridiculous, but like i have said before, you love to come up with these extremely out of touch ideas because you think they make you look really smart. they don’t.

and with that, i bid you: go fuck yourself.

#this has been a post*

[wawawawawawawawawawawawawa]

wait, wtf, I feel like that??? Should I have a check up? (same nonny as the last one)

RUH ROH RAGGY 😭😭

why does this keep HAPPENING to me!!! 😩 either i dont have aspd and its something more common or a LOT OF YOU SECRETLY HAVE ASPD

so i guess heres the "so you think you have aspd" guide!

hold off on a professional diagnosis. this is echoed by a fair deal of aspds, especially here on tumblr. (theres an aspd community on reddit but yk... its REDDIT....) a professional diagnosis does nothing for you as there are no medications for aspd, and it CAN be used against you to discriminate against you and, worst case scenario, forciby institutionalize you. if you REALLY wanna know for sure professionally, you can, but im just making known a Community Opinion

RESEARCH. YOUR. SYMPTOMS. are there any other disorders they could be caused by? a good starting point is ADHD, autism, and other cluster B disorders. look at the clinical stuff like the dsm/icd criteria, but the crucial point here is the experiences of people who have the thing. having symptoms and daily life explained through the lens of what its like to have them, versus what they are clinically, is gonna be crucial to figuring this out.

i'd reccomend your-aspd-dad for aspd, and npdsafe for npd! i dont have any blogs for bpd and hpd, though, sorry :( your-aspd-dad is a goldmine of aspd experiences and they even talk about comorbidities (with autism and npd, which'll make the aspd traits manifest differently. for instance, im not criminal or even outwardly mean because i care about my reputation to a grear degree, which is the npd kinda keeping the aspd "in check" as it were)

i just talked abt it but yeah remember comorbidities exist. its like pringles man, once u pop u cant stop, except a mental health version. once you snap... oh crap!!

avoid sensationalized bs. just... stick with personal anecdotes, theres a lot of aspd misinformation out there. and STAY OFF QUORA PLEASE STAY OFF QUORA. LISTEN TO ME. DO NOT GO ON QUORA. HEED MY WARNING

and just because u have the Emotions Thing, its not a set in stone deal that u have aspd! try not to get tunnel vision looking into this, and dont forget to 💞🌈✨️ believe in yourself! ✨️🌈💞

but yeah the mmmost important things to remember are that theres a lot of misinfo and mental health is varied and complex. from what ive seen about aspd, its a very "youve met one person with aspd, youve met ONE person with aspd" kinda deal. im not exactly like any of the your-aspd-dad mods or anyone in the actuallyaspd tag or my brother and if you DO have aspd, you might not be anything like me!

(no really, if you doubt yourself too much ur gonna second guess urself constantly)

good luck!! god i hope i dont secretly Not Have ASPD haha that would be wildddddd anyway!!! good luck??!? have fun??!?!?!?!?!?!?!? AAAAAAA!??!?!?!

#my inbox is open for Questions #im at the durarara blog #im at the aspd information blog #im at the combination durarara and information blog

[autisticuwu]

the autistic urge to wear the same ____ for 5+ years and try every possible way to get more when they stop selling them

#tag yourself #mine is my glasses #i ordered the frames off ebay because mine are so crooked but lens crafters refused to put new lenses in them so now im stuck #halp #actually autistic #asd #autism #autistic #autism spectrum disorder #autistic adult #actuallyautistic #actually neurodivergent

[happyendingsong]

second audience of one post of the day: erishiki eah au

havent quite cracked it yet but smth smth shiki as eri’s villain, she’s destined to carve the princess open and masquerade around in her skin as if it were her own, as if she could be so fair. and this being like. public knowledge from the get go

like shiki’s dirty laundry being aired out for all to see before she can even commit the deeds, before she can even develop the neuroses that’d lead her to act like that. that all inherently shaping her relationship with eri growing up, knowing how eri must think she’s looking at her

idk like a reframing of how it is in twewy where, if you have the context of eri, just looking at shiki evokes pity. so immediately pathetic and cloying, her being so intrinsically defined by this other girl. shiki’s relationship with this other girl being way too intense and consuming to the point it’s all spilled out of her and she can’t put it back and now everyone can See

#i thought i had more to say but im falling asleep and cant think so who knows #i think you can read a lot of shiki's story in twewy as an allegory for being outed #and i think there's a really interesting way of exploring that through an eah lens too #i guess theyd both be royals in this because. i heart inevitable inescapable teen girl cannibalism. #i had a couple thoughts on eah jshnk too from a while ago but i dont remember #smth about josh physically rewriting the storybook of legends to change neku's destiny to something that includes killing josh and taking #his story as composer #an eah twewy au would be SO fun too but i need to mull it over more #apple delighted that raven finally killed her but then waking up in the reapers game #and realising she needs to Earn her way back to life like #shes not just this fixed point of Good in the universe like shes. a person actually. mortifying humiliating debilitating disgusting #anyway all media should be communicated in terms of twewy or eah thats IT #twewy tag #erishiki #oh *allegory for being outed before you yourself even know youre meant to be hiding something or WHAT youre hiding #but everyone can smell it off you and theyre looking at you funny and you know it's something to do w how youre acting around your bestie #omedia

[mushiishrooms]

Having queer media is great but it's not so great when we blindly praise it for LGBT rep and ignore blatant problems with said rep and god awful depictions of their poc characters

#not gonna tag this with what im talking about because i dont want them to find me #but i genuinely hate the the most popular depiction of a lesbian relationship in cartoons #is incredibly toxic #i do think themes of genuinely trying to improve yourself are important but #not when the people they abused are expected to forgive them? #and in general i have difficulty enjoying enemies to lovers because 90% of time someones being abusive #dont even get me started on how poc were portrayed? #and ill be honest i kinda liked it at first and ignored most of the problems because i was young and kind of stupid #but then i analyzed it from a critical lens and was like wait #this is kinda fucked actually

[daddyhausen]

Hi me again sorry for bothering you but can you do a smut we’re jay and reader has a sex tape while she’s dressed like a cat girl

you’re not bothering me at all, love. of course i can ! i swear the chokehold this man has on me 🥵

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• camera shy — jay white •

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{ masterlists } | { misc. wrestlers masterlist } | { jay white masterlist }

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{ warnings } — smut, 18+ { minors do not interact }, sex tape/cam shows, dominant/submissive dynamic, oral sex { m receiving } , mutual masturbation, fingering, mild pet play, use of pet names, butt plug/tail plugs, anal penetration, throat fucking, multiple orgasms, squirting, hair pulling, spanking, facial, cumshot, vaginal sex, rough sex, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, creampie

{ word count } — 2.5k

{ genre } — smut

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{ taglist } — @boutmachines @thewrestlingbitch @omg-im-such-a-masochist @thebestintheworld @chrisdickinson

{ comment if you want to be added }

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you sat, poised, on your knees, body heated with a mixture of adrenaline and lust. the bed, seemed to be floating beneath your bare body, the only article of clothing…well you’d hardly call them clothing…the only accessories that adorned your naked flesh was a pair of black cat ears, with a matching cat tail butt plug, the fur of the tail resting beside your exposed thigh, a tingle rising under your skin. and finally, simple black leather collar, a metal tag and bell with the engraving of his name etched into it.

“jay’s slut” it read.

he stood at the foot of the bed, his body also rid of any form of clothing. his eyes naturally trained on your naked figure, following the curves of your frame, from your breasts to your hips, slowly, methodically, like a hunter tracking a wounded deer through the forest, you were his prey. you felt somewhat weak under his gaze, powerless, vulnerable, but the glimmer in his eyes, such a lustful, intense gaze, a sense of arousal burning under the surface of your skin, making your belly swirl and cunt soaked. his had become more apparent when you had noticed the camera set up across from you, the lens staring deep into you soul, scanning every inch of your frame. you gulped thickly, finding a somewhat new found confidence staring down the lens, still you hesitated, waiting for his command.

“c’mon kitten…don’t keep our viewers waiting” he purred through gritted teeth, egging you on. “i bet their salivating just waiting to see your pretty cunt”

to say jay and yourself had a rather…abnormal hobby in the eyes of some. for the both of you, it was cathartic, knowing so many eyes were on the both of you during such an intimate moment, it only made the situation more exciting. the compliments from strangers were constant, many of which served as a welcomed ego boost and jay had noticed. you’d become more confident in front of a camera, more daring, it came almost as second nature, and by god jay would be lying if he didn’t find it insanely attractive.

he angled the camera down slightly, while you position yourself correctly, laying down on your back, legs spread, pussy in full view of the camera, soaking wet, glistening with your sweetness. you could hear him let out a shaky breath from behind the camera as you allowed two fingers to spread your outer folds, he zoomed in to get a better view, a welcomed action thanked by your viewers.

“god your cunt is so fucking beautiful, kitten” he swallowed thickly, wetting his lips with his tongue, his own mouth salivating at the sight. “why don’t you show them how you touch yourself?”

you let out a small giggle at his compliment, your index finger swirling across your clit. your body shuddering at the feeling, you peered up at him through fluttering eyelashes. letting a soft moan fall from your lips as your pleasure slowing increased, your cunt slowly getting wetter and wetter. you noticed his eyes never left your cunt, pupils displaying at your fingers teased your tight hole. you sunk two fingers into your dripping void, hearing him mutter a small ”fuck” in response.

his cock hard, resting in his palm as he repositioned the camera with his free hand. his tip swollen, leaking with hot precum, your whines filled the room, only fueling his arousal, and much to the admiration of your viewers. steadily, at his own pace he began to stroke himself, slightly in view of the camera so the viewers could catch a glimpse of his hard cock. his cock was your absolute favourite, it was thick, easily stretching your tight cunt, yet comfortable enough to fully enhance your pleasure, good good each time he fucked you it felt like the first. so euphoric, so mesmerising, it was like you were teetering on the edge of heaven and hell depending on his mood. it was absolutely wonderful!

his soft grunts matched those of your moans, not trying to overpower them as such, more or less to let you know he was enjoying the show you were putting on. his veiny cock looked massive in comparison to your frame, you could not wait to taste him once more, have his seed mingle with your tastebuds and fill your throat.

“sir…it feels so good…” you whimpered with a shudder, pumping your cunt roughly with two fingers, your full breasts bouncing with the sudden jolt of your body. he let his free hand fall down from the camera, giving a light tug to the tail plug, a small chuckle leaving his lips as you let out a soft yelp.

“i bet it does, kitten” he grunted through a moan, increasing the speed of his hand around his thick cock. you mimicked his actions, pumping your sweet pussy. wet, erotic sounds filling the room, followed by heated moans, the camera fixated on you cunt, by his command. “cum for the camera, kitten. make a fucking mess”

you had to silence yourself, from the assault your own fingers provided, wrapping a hand around your mouth in a futile attempt, still some moans were able to filter through. he grabbed your hand roughly, completely abandoning the orgasm he had previously been chasing, pulling it away from your mouth, now removing the camera from the tripod, placing it in front of your face.

“let them hear you fucking scream” you heeded his command, screaming with such pleasure causing through your veins. he pulled back, simply adoring the sight as he sat back and filmed the scene. your body thrashing with adrenaline, thighs shuddering, he made his way back to the foot of the bed, once again zooming in on your cunt. your tight walls constricted around your fingers, sweetness dripping from between your fold, you let out an exhilarated moan, crying his honorific, all while he sat back a smirk etched on his lips as you squirted, your sweetness coating the lens of the camera.

you let out a sigh of relief coming down from the first high of the night. un knowing that he had already planned his next move. his cock still hard, swollen from having practically edged himself. he tugged your arm roughly, making you sit back up upon your knees, dragging you onto the floor between his thighs. you peered up at him, eyes rolled into the back of your skull, tongue parting your lips lightly, still reeling from your first orgasm, the perfect fucked-out expression across your face.

he placed the camera back onto the tripod, positioning it once again so that you were in frame, accompanied by his cock, opposite to your lips. he tugged your chin, making you look up at his, a small line of spit, dripping down the tip of your tongue, glistening the head of his cock. he took a moment, turning back to the monitor that displayed the stream, the flurry of comments from viewers adoring the sight they’d previously witnessed.

“looks like they enjoyed that little show you put on for them, kitten” he chuckled softly, swiping the tip of his cock against your lips, pre-cum coating your petal shaped lips. “let’s show them how well you suck cock”

he did not give you enough time to prepare yourself. not even a second before he shoved his cock violently down your throat. momentarily shocking your system, you gasped around his size, tears pricking the corners of your eyes as you peered up to meet his gaze. he gave you a gentle slap across the cheek, simultaneously weaving a hand through your hair, tugging roughly. he bucked his hips, slamming his cock down your throat, visibly seeing the bulge of his size through your skin. he threw his head back in pleasure, sighing heavily, eyes often fluttering back to the monitor to read the comments left by viewers. he gave a soft chuckle at some of the responses, praising you for taking his cock so well.

“they fucking the sight of you like this. so vulnerable, so innocent. so…under my control…” he growled, continuing to ruin your throat. “your purpose in life is to serve my cock, kitten”

you nodded slightly in response, the force of his cock not allowing you to move as much. the sting of his grip in your hair was thrilling, coupled with his cock hitting the back of your throat. you were in total bliss. he was correct in the fact. you were nothing but his little cock whore, the only reason for your existence was to indeed serve him, worship his cock as if it were a god, a dirty of you will.

“god, baby…your throat takes my cock so well…” his growls, no more than sinful hymns resonating in your ears. mind to fucked to even comprehend his words, simply moaning like a whore around his cock. the slick sounds of his cock fucking your mouth, in and out, sucking harshly around his shaft, so much so that he had to stabilise himself slightly against the foot of the bed, chest heaving as his nails sunk into the sheets, peering down to meet your glossy eyes, spit and pre-cum dribbling from your lips, down your chin and onto your slightly bouncing breasts. you plucked your perky nipples lightly between your index finger and your thumb, swirling the sensitive buds between them, tugging and pulling, much to his amusement.

“fuck, kitten…” he breathed out, gulping thickly between his words, his voice hoarse and throat dry, his hips still rocking to a steady yet harsh beat, slowly increasing as his high approached. “fuck…fuck kitten….you suck my cock so well”

his body shuddered, his orgasm, the first of many, soon approaching, small beads of sweat gathering at his hairline, one drop in particular dripping down the bridge of his nose. he was feverish with lust, a man possessed by your tongue, the way it swirled over the slit of his cock, suppressing itself against the underside of his shaft, allowing his to fuck your throat was simply mesmerising for him.

“just like that baby…such a good girl…” his head threw back in pleasure once more, peering to the side to once again check to monitor, smiling gleefully at the new angle of his cock slipping down your throat, the way it hung open slightly, taking every single inch of his length. “oh fuck…kitten, you’re gonna make make cum if you keep doing that”

he had noticed you had hollowed your cheeks, he was particularly fond of the sight of you sucking his swollen tip, drawing out his orgasm, second by second, thrust by thrust. he pulled out of your mouth quickly, replacing the warmth of you tongue with the coolness of his fingertips, his cock sensitive to the touch, grunting softly as he roughly pumped out his orgasm.

“open your mouth…” he panted, quickly releasing the grip he held on your hair, retrieving the camera from the tripod, giving your viewers another lovely angle once again. he jerked his cock, holding the camera close to your face, your tongue parting your lips, waiting impatiently to accept his hot seed. he gave a rough grunt, cum lacing your lips and face, dripping down your neck and breasts. he was sweet, his seed mingling with your spit as you swallowed him greedily, hoping that he still had plans on ruining you, for you knee jay was not done until every single one of your holes were filled with his seed.

“ass in the air…” he commanded, camera still in hand, reading comment on the monitor as you positioned yourself. you got on all fours on the bed. pretty ass in the air, wiggling it softly to get his attention, the tail plug gently waiving with the motion.

“the said you look fucking hot covered in cum, kitten” his accent rang out through laboured breaths “let see how they like your little pussy filled with my seed”

“please sir…that’s all i want!” you whined like a bitch in heat, desperate for his cock, he still held the camera, your plump ass in view, slowly prying down to your dripping cunt again. he gave a rough smack to your ass, the soft flesh jiggling with the vibrations. you screamed with pleasure, almost crying from the force he applied.

“you want my cock that bad, huh?” he mocked, repeating the action he’d done previously, each slap increasing with force until your plump ass was bright red, his hand print etched into your skin.

“yes sir…” you barely whimpered you, tears of pleasure threatening to spill. he lined his cock up with your tight cunt, slightly pushing the plug tighter into your puckered asshole. you whined at the sensation of both your sweet holes being filled. he pushed deep into your cunt, keeping the camera poised, free hand once again found its way into your hair. he was not going to be gentle, he never was and you enjoyed fucking him more because of it.

“oh fuck-!” you screamed through a moan, his hips smacking against yours with a rough thrust, powerful enough to almost send you tumbling into your forearms. his size stretches you out, so lovingly, despite his exterior being much more dominant than anything else. jay had a sweet side to him, he knew how to make you feel good, feel loved and cherished, this was no exception.

“jay…please…” you slipped up, momentarily which had not gone unnoticed by the new zealand native. he stopped in his tracks, pulling you up by your hair roughly until your back met his chest, bodies warm with sweat, sticking to each other.

“what the fuck did you just call me?!” he growled lowly in your ear, venom practically seething from his lips. you quickly corrected yourself using his honourific, apologising profusely and begging for him to continue fucking you. “that’s what i fucking thought”

you were not long for this world, your orgasm rising, much more intense than the one you had given yourself at the begging of this whole ordeal. jay’s cock tortured your cunt, leaving your tight hole desperate for his seed, each thrust was pure heaven, even more so knowing that hundreds of not thousands were witnessing it! jay’s hips began to buck, his pace beginning to falter, camera still poised on your cunt, awaiting his seed.

“god kitten, cum all over my cock” he persuaded, sloppy thrusts so intensely decking your void. you bucked your hips back against his size, pacing yourself on his cock until your demise. your sweetness coating his cock, merely spurring on his own orgasm.

“gonna fill your pretty pussy up…they’ll all know your cunt belongs to me…” he moaned through ragged breaths, white hot ropes of cum filling your void as his grunts filled your ears, the camera chortling the moment he released himself inside your tight walls. quickly, he pulled out, thick spurts of cum coating your perky ass cheeks, a small sigh of pleasure and relief leaving your lips as you collapsed in a heap onto the mattress. he brought the camera down filming the sight of your cunt leaking with his seed, the substance dripping down your thighs as your body seized with such overwhelming pleasure. he turned off the stream, as well as the camera, placing it upon the desk, joining you on the bed.

“so how about we review the footage and go for round two?”

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#jay white fanfic #jay white fanfiction #jay white x reader #jay white imagine #jay white smut #njpw wrestling #njpw smut #wrestling smut #wrestling imagine #writing #wrestling request #fanfic request #smut

[warmau]

☆ [nostalgic] summer romance!au renjun happy super super super late birthday renjun! find others here: johnny | haechan | taeil | taeyong | mark | jaemin | yangyang | yuta | sicheng | chenle | kun | yukhei | doyoung | jaehyun | jungwoo | ten | jisung

"i don't even like bugs."

jaemin shrugs as he shows his intern pass to the security of the front gates of the botanical garden

he mentions that you're accompanying him today as a visitor and you smile at the guard who pays you two half a gaze

"well i mean - they're butterflies not like cockroaches or anything so have some optimism?"

you don't argue, among your group of friends jaemin is kind of the symbol of optimism. sometimes it's misguided - like now - but you don't want to put a damper on his mood

after all, he's actually here to do a job

you are here on a summer assignment you have to complete for a photography elective you added to your uni program for the next semester

"nature photography" was the highlight of the project, everyone had been emailed a subject to take pictures of while off from school

you had expected maybe the beach, or flowers, or even tourists walking around in floppy hats

when you'd opened the professor's email and saw "butterflies" you had not been thrilled

but you were lucky enough to know that jaemin had scored his current internship at the botanical gardens, and while he was working with his weirdly favorite thing in the world - fungi

he could also get you access to the butterfly garden, a large indoor space for the various breeds of butterflies from around the world, before it officially opened to the public

"the pavilion is over there, i think renjun will be able to let you in."

jaemin says, pointing down a hill lined by pretty bushes that leads to a glass structure at the bottom

you turn to ask if he wants to meet for lunch, but he's already jogging in the opposite direction

you sigh, fishing your camera out of your bag - which is something you've borrowed from your parents because 'iphone photos are not allowed'

they're just butterflies like jaemin said, they're like...cute bugs.

you tell yourself as you get closer, turning the camera on and then coming to a pause in front of the glass doors that have a clear padlock on them

you loop around and try to find 'renjun' - but no one is in sight

secretly a little relieved that you don't have to go inside right away, you try to find a part of the glass structure where you can possibly get a nice shot of some of the butterflies from outside

a lot of the vines and flowers get in the way, so you struggle until finally, you find a spot that's open and peers right into the middle of the enclosed garden

you can see the butterflies, little splashes of colors that fly past you - magnificent oranges, reds, and blues

you admit they're pretty

but they're even prettier because they're not near you

and then something - no someone - comes into your frame

his narrow shoulders are engulfed by an oversized plaid shirt, sleeves rolled up by the elbows.

over the shirt is a gardening apron and on his hands are a pair of worn-out gloves

his profile is hidden by the dark hair that falls in a curtain and ends in a tickle at his jawline.

one, bright streak of bleach blonde runs through the black.

he reaches out to touch a half-bloomed flower and you watch as the butterflies float on by him

you nearly drop the camera when he turns and locks his gaze with your own

is that renjun? if so im going to kill jaemin! he didn't tell me he was so infuriatingly pretty!

without knowing how to talk to him through the glass, and because the words disintegrate in your mouth, you point to the camera

"jaemin's friend?"

oh, you can hear through the glass

"ye-yeah!"

"one second."

the sound of a click and some scuttling turns your attention toward where the door to the garden opens for a swift second, just enough for renjun to step through, before it closes again

probably to make sure none of the butterflies get out

you grip your camera and when renjun doesn't move, you make the small trip over to him

"jaemin said you're here for a project."

renjun speaks and his voice is softer when it isn't muffled through glass

"for my photography class in the fall, my subject is butterflies."

"what kind?"

your eyes get a little wider with confusion

"what kind?" you parrot

renjun's neutral expression doesn't change

"what kind of butterflies? there are over seventeen thousand species of butterflies - we might not have the species you are looking for."

"i-" you stammer, wondering for a split second if renjun is joking around, "there isn't a specific species it's just....all of them?"

renjun tilts his head as if that notion doesn't really make sense to him, but shrugs and turns toward the door again

"im going to open it quickly so just follow me."

you make a sound of agreement, but when renjun pulls the handle and steps inside.....and you can't move.

the door closes behind him with a sound that makes you jump and renjun turns to stare at you through the glass with a furrowed brow

"what are you doing?"

he doesn't bother opening the door again and you shake your head as a shiver runs through your shoulders

"a-actually is it ok if i stay out here?"

"i thought you needed to take photos?"

"i can take them from here - this lens is r-really good."

renjun doesn't seem to be buying your excuse, but he checks his watch and nods, before disappearing back into the middle of the indoor garden

you take a second to try and figure out what happened - am i scared of going inside? is it the butterflies or is it renjun?

you decide it's the butterflies.

renjun's just a boy - you aren't scared of that, but the thought of being somewhere covered with bugs

pretty bugs or not

is kind of ..... scary.

you pick your camera back up and circle back to your original spot

although renjun is nowhere in the focus, you are delighted to see some butterflies have come to nestle among the plants in view

you bring up the camera and take some shots

one butterfly is sitting directly on the leaves - big grayish, blue wings spread open and engulfed in the sunlight that shines through the glass

you zoom in on it, capturing the full expanse of the wings that stand out on the green

you get so invested you hardly notice the door open up again and then a voice speaks from behind your shoulder

"it's a pseudozizeeria maha."

you don't turn around and just stare at the butterfly still

"a wha- what?"

"a pale grass blue. they're native to south asia but are really common here too. they were first discovered by vincenz kollar, an austrian entomologist."

the sentence nearly makes you dizzy, but you thank renjun for the information

not seeing the small shy smile that casts over his lips when you do

you want to turn and show him the shot you took, but he's already stepping past you to the other side of the pavilion

the time sort of slips away from you before you can check it again and you only leave when jaemin comes jogging down from the greenery to whisk you off for lunch

"should we invite ren-"

you start, but jaemin is already twinkling eyes and nonstop talking about all the fun fungi he's spent his day with.

when you're back home you start to look through the photos you took

most of them aren't super great and the shine of the sun reflects on the glass

you know the only way you're going to get a perfect shot (or at least an acceptable one for this dumb summer project) is if you go inside the actual butterfly garden

sighing, you click to the last shot and are surprised to see that in the far left corner you see renjun's hand - gloved and in the palm of it is a small butterfly that has landed just in time for your shutter to go off

the rest of renjun is out of focus so you can't even see his, very pretty, face

isn't it weird, that he can be around them so easily and im so scared?

you zoom in a bit and wonder how nice it would have been to get a clear photo of the moment. that would be something you could definitely submit to your professor.

before any more thoughts of renjun can float through your mind, your phone pings and you look to see jaemin's contact name

did you get your shot? you can come with me on my next shift if you want to take more photos

you type back a reply before you can even think of it in your head

really? then I'll tag along :) want to take some more photos

jaemin confirms and then sends another paragraph talking about mushrooms and leaves and plants

and you giggle because he's funny and passionate, and also

guess i might see renjun again?

it's hotter than you can put into words the next time you show up at the butterfly garden

you're standing outside in the absolute sweltering heat and maybe the thought of possible colder temperatures inside the pavilion are tempting

plus - renjun is in there - he had waved at you when he saw you standing outside again

this time his apron thrown over a short sleeve shirt and some long jeans

he had motioned toward the door but you had just played off that you were ok outside. burning alive or whatever.

you found the same spot as before, wiping the sweat from your forehead before lifting the camera up in hopes of catching a good picture

but all you see through the lens was renjun, who'd taken the time to roll up the sleeves of his shirt and had seemingly abandoned the heavy apron somewhere inside

his longer hair had been clipped back and he was reaching down to heave a bag of soil up and over his shoulder

oh my god. oh my god. oh my god.

you are caught between taking a photo and just aiming your lens somewhere else out of embarrassment

either way, renjun doesn't seem to notice and continues working, saving you from the horror that would be seeing him turn and stare back at you

but this somehow goes on for the entire time you're there

you go to snap a photo, but renjun is somewhere in the frame

it must just be bad luck and timing

but by the time you're sitting at the garden's cafe with jaemin after his shift and you're going through your photos

all of them have renjun in them somehow

"woah i thought your project was butterflies not huang renjun's?"

jaemin jokes, sipping his iced coffee with an overly excited wiggle of his eyebrows

"shuttup - i just....it's because i am taking them from the outside, i need to figure out a way to get inside and just take the photo and be done with it!"

jaemin outstretches his hand

"gimmie your camera, ill go take one"

you snatch the camera off the table and vehemently shake your head

"no. the last time i trusted you with something expensive, you broke it in the first five minutes."

"hey! i thought ipads were waterproof nowadays like technology really hasn't come that far?"

you roll your eyes in response, to which jaemin sticks out his tongue and then claps his hands together in revelation

"why not ask renjun to take the photo?"

"because i don't know him that we-"

with a dismissive wave of his hand jaemin cuts you off

"he's not a stranger - i know him! if i know him, you know him. plus renjun is super careful and responsible - he's my age and ive already heard some of the directors talking about how they'd hire him as more than an intern if he wasn't still in university!"

wow, i mean i always got the impression he was mature, but...

"c'mon, i bet he'll say yes too! he's really nice!"

finally agreeing and promising jaemin you'll ask renjun when you come back to the garden again

you pretend the nervous feeling in your stomach is just because you don't know renjun that well

not because you also happen to think he's breathtaking to look at - and that it's going to be hell trying to explain to someone who knows so much about insects that you're too scared to go inside and take a measly little photo of them

you find yourself at home, with your laptop open, googling species of butterflies because you think you should at least pick one and ask renjun if he can possibly take a photo of that one

maybe your effort will make the conversation easier

maybe he'll like that i know the latin name for a - what was it? gonepteryx cleopatra?

of course, the next time jaemin brings you along - and abandons you with a thumbs up for his mushrooms and fungi - you are frozen still at the entrance of the butterfly garden

like a broken machine - you just re-read the sign over and over again - announcing that the garden will be finally open to the public in a week

and you nearly short circuit when someone clears their throat behind you

turning around, it's of course renjun, and he's giving you a weird look that is already making this whole situation bad

"h-hey renjun-"

"do you want to go inside with me today?"

you swallow and think you should really just suck it up and go inside. the butterflies aren't going to sting, bite, or eat you - but

"a-actually i wanted to ask you does the garden have any.....any um....gonep- um whats the word gonepetry? gonepetri? um-"

without a beat renjun finishes the sentence for you

"gonepteryx cleopatra's? no, those butterflies favor the mediterranean so getting them here is hard."

"right...well actually i was wondering"

renjun blinks

"oh and you can call them cleopatra's if you want. but unfortunately no, i don't have any in the garden."

god ok, how do i pivot this conversation...

"oh that's cute, um actually i also have a question-"

he waits expectingly and for some odd reason as the second's tick by he gets cuter and you get quieter and it is just a huge mess

and you think you should just book it and let renjun think you're a weirdo

when you finally lift up your camera and take a breath

"do you think you could take the photo of a butterfly for me?"

his brown eyes widen

"oh - like the photo for your project?"

"y-yeah. it's just......im really scared to go in there...bugs are not my thing. i know it's pathetic and they're just butterflies but-"

you look down and the sun and renjun's gaze are getting too heavy to handle

"but i just don't know if i can even focus when there are so many flying around....does that make sense?"

the beat of silence that follows is almost miserable but renjun just points behind him and says

"follow me."

the next thing you know you are trying to keep up with him as he walks past the butterfly garden and down a path hugged by greenery

it's way past where you've ever been and you ask renjun where he's going

only for him to insist you hurry up a little bit

before you know it you are both standing in front of a large, open iron gate, and behind it are rows and rows and rows of rose bushes

they range in color and size and the smell that permeates the air is so lovely you suddenly feel like you're in a fairytale

renjun leans closely to inspect a couple and then stops in front of a bush adorned in the brightest pink roses you must have ever seen in your life

"butterflies are attracted to roses, the colors are vibrant and they pollinate them."

"b-butterflies pollinate? like bees?"

renjun laughs, the sound adds to the almost dreamy vibe - with the way it sounds like the lightest piano keys

"yes and look - i can understand that you'd be scared of being inside a place full of butterflies, but here in the rose garden there are only a couple here and there."

he squats down and cups the petals of a flower with such a gentleness

you follow and are surprised to see a butterfly, with bright blue wings, nestled in the center of the rose

renjun flicks his eyes to your camera bag and you immediately understand why he's brought you here

without making too much noise you get your camera out and steady the lens - just one butterfly does not intimidate you like being in a glass, enclosed pavillion full of hundreds

so you can take the photo easily - though just as you click the shutter makes a noise and the butterfly takes off

you pout and look up to see if renjun is startled by the sudden escape of the focus of your photograph

when you gasp and see that another butterfly, this one a bright orange has settled on the tip of renjun's nose

without missing the moment - you raise the camera

and snap another photo, not taking the time to adjust the zoom or anything

just wanting to capture the little miracle

the butterfly seems to recognize renjun's pretty face is not a flower, not that you fault the butterfly for thinking that it was

as it flaps its wings and goes in search of another rose

you brighten up when you look at the preview on your camera

no blur or sun glare! it's a perfect shot!

and you lean close to renjun to show him and he leans in too

and the centimeter distance only dawns on the two of you when you look up and renjun has already turned his attention on you two

a heat spreads up your face, as it does renjun's and you both pull back from the scalding feeling

"i-"

"sorry-"

shooting back up to your feet you kind of wobble in this moment of awkwardness and then renjun asks

"will you use that photo for your project?"

"oh - if you don't want me to i won't, i think i can use the other-"

"you can use it."

he rubs his arm and then locks his gaze back on you

"but does this mean you won't come back to the gardens anymore?"

i guess since my project is done, he's right. i don't have any excuse to come and bother him by loitering around anymore.

you pull your bottom lip between your teeth and give a little shrug

"probably, jaemin's internship ends soon too so-"

"then would you be ok with seeing me- well-"

renjun flusters

which is somehow a shocking different from his usual blank expression of utter handsomeness. the stark difference is loveable and you almost have to stop yourself from falling over.

"well what i mean is would you want to maybe see me - outside of the garden.....like not here but somewhere else?"

"to hangout?"

you grip your camera and renjun half nods, but then you can see he's trying to think of the right word

"yes to hangout and like....but different, like a different kind of hangout."

confusion settles on your face and you are about to ask what he means exactly when someone burst between you two

"there you two are! sorry, was i interrupting renjun asking you on a date?"

jaemin's voice manages to echo even though you're all outside

and you push him playfully as renjun rids himself of jaemin's body weight and huffs

"aren't you supposed to be looking at toadstools are something jaemin?"

"first of all, toadstools are unscientific and not the correct term for a class of mushrooms. so mind your manners, and second - why would i want to miss the exciting moment where you too finally agree to go out!"

you catch renjun's gaze and it's as big and as wide as yours

"w-was that what you were asking, if i would go on a date with you?"

the words shock you ask they spill from your mouth

renjun nods, slowly, and then casts a look at jaemin

"yes. before this one interrupted."

jaemin looks between you two as if he is guilty of nothing

for a second you forget about him and then nod back

"y-yes id love to!"

renjun's face softens and he's about to ask for your number when jaemin claps his hands and the sound probably rattles the earth underneath you three

"amazing! this is truly a moment to remember!"

you and renjun both lurch at him and he laughs as you two tell him to go back to his mushrooms

and yet somehow, you three are all smiles when the day comes to an end because you and renjun have set up a date and jaemin is taking most of the credit for it

that summer, after you send the photo of the butterfly nestled perfectly on the tip of renjun's nose to your professor, is one that stays with you forever

you spend most of it with renjun, whenever he isn't busy with his butterflies, learning more and more about him

the little things like he doesn't like cilantro, he frequently doodles and draws in his free time, and he breaks everything he does down into a meticulous step by step process

you watch in fascination as he organizes his side dishes by the order he eats them, tabs the important dates in his planner, and pins your candid photos in a perfectly straight line above his desk

you know some of his friends call him a stickler, but it's really just another thing you grow to like about him

after all - your birthday gets a special, green tab in his planner. green means extra, extra, extra important

as for the butterfly garden .... you try a couple of times to go in. each time, renjun lists off a million reasons why butterflies are great and docile and not dangerous or scary

but every time you kind of apologize and say you can't do it - which renjun doesn't hark on you for

he just takes your hand and kisses the back of it, asks if you want to go visit jaemin or see the roses again

and as much as you love your friend, there's been too many instances of renjun leaning in to tuck your hair from your face and kiss you, all while jaemin pops up between you two like he's at the movies

and you two have to turn around and shoo him off as he insists he just wants to bear witness to the romance of the century

you and renjun sprawl across his bed, looking up at the ceiling as he finds comfort in counting the stripes on your shirt in silence and you mumble about how the summer is almost over and you won't be able to just be lazy like this with him anymore

the days of doing absolutely nothing

renjun props himself on his elbow and looks at you seriously

"spending time with someone you love isn't doing nothing. it's the act of growing closer."

you almost blurt out that that's the most romantic thing you've ever heard and you are going to cry

but instead, circle your hands around his neck and flip him over to be under you

poor renjun tells his directors he got bit by a species from the culicidae family (mosquito) to try and hide the blotch on his collarbone

and while the directors are impressed with renjun's knowledge of insects, jaemin just gives him the good old finger guns of 'yeah. sure'.

your photograph gets great marks from your professor, who replies to the image with praise about the lightening and angle

and the way you managed to capture both your boyfriend and the butterfly

you read the email to renjun over the phone and can almost hear the blush on him when you say boyfriend

you wonder if the future is going to be as sweet as this summer, can someone like you who is so terrified of the creatures renjun has structured his whole life around, really be the right choice for him

and when you ask renjun this, on the day before your classes officially start in the fall

he says that you don't have to be just like him for him to love you

it's the fact that you're so very you that he feels stronger about this relationship than he has about any other

and who cares that you don't like bugs. it just means that if you live together in the future he can be the one to get the spider under the cup and let it free while you lock yourself in the bathroom out of fear

you giggle at this, your heart beating against your ribs at the thought of a future so domestic with the boy smiling down at you

and the best thing is that future comes to fruition

when a decade later you're waiting for renjun outside of the botanical garden, where he strolls out with his co-worker jaemin whose holding a funny looking pot of yellow-topped mushrooms

"date night for the newlyweds?"

he wiggles his eyebrows the same way he did when you two were in college

you shoo him off with the hand that has your wedding ring on it and you tuck your hand through renjun's

"date night for you and some fungi, jaemin?"

he makes a face at your comment and bounds off in the direction of his car

you look up at renjun who chuckles to himself and pecks your lips in a greeting

"how are the butterflies this year?"

you ask as you two turn to walk down the street

"beautiful - do you think this might be the year you finally visit the garden?"

you scrunch up your nose and mumble that maybe, you'll have to see if after ten years your fear really hasn't gotten any better

he smiles and says you can take your time - ten, twenty, thirty

he'll be by your side when you decide it is time

you stop to look at him - seeing for a moment the flash of the boy with the butterfly on his nose - and smile

"and ill be by your side for anything and everyhing too."

he picks your hand up with his own - your matching rings gleam in the setting sun

"i know, that's why i married you."

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[aki-simp]

Helping hand.

((A/N: Havent written in a while so I feel a bit rusty. This fic was part of a server collab that can be found here! ))

Tags; Megumi x Male!Reader, blackmail, voyeurism, is this dark content? Also nsfw bc Megumi diddles himself hehe 

Im sure I dont need to but just incase : Minors go away

Are there words to express the feelings upon watching the one you love moan the name of your classmate as they touch themselves? Surely there must, for whatever you’re feeling is… gut wrenching? Intriguing? Disgusting? Not so much the latter, you conceded as you watched him. Truly, it was anything but. 

You took note of the small shivers that wracked his lithe form, the furrow in his brow. The short heady huffs of air he released whenever he squeezed the base of his cock and the whine that accompanied it. In all his naked glory and whatever thoughts of Itadori plagued his mind, he still had yet to notice you. 

As usual. Megumi was a perceptive boy, but you felt it failed where it mattered. Every careful word, every sure action done to get his attention. Unintentionally thwarted by Itadori. You don’t blame him, Itadori is a sweet guy. But you can't say that Megumi’s blind eye to your affinity towards him doesn’t sting. As the thoughts of all the times you looked to Megumi only to find his eyes on Itadori swell to a heavy weight in your chest, you hear him groan. 

In the time your mind wandered (and you’re confused as to how, because Megumi is breathtaking) you see he has now made himself more…. Comfortable. The bench where he once sat he now lays on, his chest resting along the seat with his ass in the air, one hand slowly inching his long finger into his hole as the other continued its languid strokes along his cock. 

You watched his finger slowly disappear inside himself as the desperation dripping from his needy moans fills the small room, the sounds rousing your cock to an almost unfathomable degree. The light sheen of sweat gracing his forehead, the bright tint to his lips from being bitten to hold back moans topped with the small coat of saliva dripping from his mouth is almost too much. Truly a sight to behold, an eternal image you wished to have ingrained into your mind. It was amazing watching how effortlessly his fingers slid into himself, as if he’d done something like this many times before. And with his sudden cry upon hitting a certain spot, you can tell he has. 

Your hand travels to the front of your pants in an effort to quell the unbearable tightness, palming yourself you can feel your watery precum leaking through your boxers. Slowly pulling your cock out, you bite back a stinging hiss as the chilling air touches your head. As your eyes travel back to Megumi’s quivering form, you pump your hand in time with his fingers, imagining the feeling of his warm hole clenching around you. A heady breath is held in your chest, the air in the room reaching a stifling degree. 

Over the slick wet sounds of Megumi’s fingers in his hole and his wanton moans, it’s no wonder he couldn’t hear your soft pants just beyond the door. Lost in his own world that you very much wished to be the center of, the pang of jealousy returns to your chest once more when he moans a name once again that is not yours. Watching him with a seething envy of simply wishing he would notice you, wanting to be the one who he dreamed of, the one he pined for. The grip on your cock speeding up at the thought of marching up to him, prying his legs open and making him realize that Itadori is simply who he wants but you are what he needs. 

A gasp catches in your throat at the sinister idea that flies through your psyche. With the shaky hand not wrapped around your cock, you slowly reach into your pocket. It pains you to tear your gaze away from Megumi’s flushed and tear filled face, but you’d be able to see it again soon enough. You’ve had it for years, but the phone in your hand somehow feels different now. Be it due to the impending orgasm from watching Megumi in his most vulnerable and debauched state or the fact that your thumb hovered over the camera button with its lens angled right at Megumi’s perky ass, the device felt sacred. 

Taking a deep, focusing breath, you quickly check to make sure the flash is off before finally pressing ‘Record’. Swallowing, you zoom in on Megumi’s blissed expression just in time to see his eyes roll back, tongue lolling out from between his bitten red lips. The sultry moan of Itadori’s name makes you curl your upper lip, an urticate reminder that despite the show Megumi has unknowingly put on for you that it is not you who he touches himself to the thought of. 

As you watched the flush on his cheeks grow in colour, you could feel the blood rush to your cock, causing it to throb painfully. You kneel, feeling the cold floor in contrast to the rising heat of your body at seeing Megumi not only in front of you moaning without a care in the world but knowing it would be on your phone to view again and again; whenever and however you wish sent a feeling akin to euphoria rushing through your blood. It was almost too cruel, knowing how awful the boy would feel if he knew, but you love Megumi too much to hurt him, you think. Keeping the video to yourself for a while wouldn't hurt anyone, and you definitely weren't complaining. 

Your attention is drawn away from the screen view of Megumi to the real deal as he changes his position. This one hides his face, but the new angle ensures you a perfect view of his ass and the flushed leaking cock below it. Whether it was this new display of Megumi’s vulnerable state or the blood leaving your brain to make your cock throb, it seemed the wet squelches of his fingers desperately in search of something deep within his wet hole. Megumi must have thought the same thing as a string of stuttered curses leave his lips before being consumed by a heady groan. Even without seeing his face, you can tell he's drooling, you can imagine it coating his lips. 

A knot in your stomach threatens to burst as Megumi’s breathy pants grow. If it hadn't been for the fact that you knew he would never do something like this, you would almost believe he knew he was being watched. The arch of his back, the rock of his hips onto his nimble fingers and the hand furiously stroking his cock was enough to make a masterpiece. Megumi was beautiful, and you would show him. 

The hand stroking his cock picks up speed just as Megumi's breath stutters and you slowly, subconsciously lean in. At one last shrill cry of a name that isn’t yours, Megumi cums, a shuddering whiney and sweaty mess. The orgasm that makes its way through you almost makes you drop your phone, but you remember to keep it steady and  the look on Megumi's face as he sits up in his post orgasm bliss is worth it. Tears clinging to his lashes, the sheen of saliva on his lips, and a small red spot on his cheek from resting it on the bench, all coming together to create the perfect picture for you to reach your climax as well. 

A small taste of blood fills your mouth as you bite your lip to keep any noises at bay. You continue to watch him in your post orgasm haze, admiring his features as you always have. Although you still wished it had been you who Megumi cried out for, you let out a soundless laugh, shaking your head. Putting yourself back into your pants after closing the video, you take one last look at Megumi, as he also composed himself to leave. As he turns his back to the door, you silently slip out. 

The walk back to your room was quiet. Images of Megumi flashing behind your eyes as you aimlessly walked the halls. You look out one of the many windows adorning the halls to see a full bright moon. Before reaching your door, you make one last stop at a vending machine for a cool drink. The drink seems to help, soothing the last dregs of nervousness and anticipation before the light padding of footsteps reaches your ears. Quickly turning to the source of the noise, you look just in time to see Megumi slip by. Your gasp is interrupted by the liquid in your mouth, and Megumi turns to your coughing form. “Are you alright?” he inquires with a raised brow, half hearted sincerity laced in his voice. 

With a few quick, harsh thumps of your fist to your chest, you nod.  “Yeah,” you let out with a shaky voice. “Just caught off guard is all.” you finish with an unsure smile. He hums before looking you over. You watch his eyes travel down your form and you quickly glance down to make sure nothing looks out of place before looking back up to him, his eyes boring into yours. He blinks slowly, his eyebrows furrowed.

Shaking his head, he looks at you once more before asking “What are you doing out here so late?”. Taking a slow sip of your drink before letting out a fulfilling sigh, you look at him and shrug. 

“Eventful day made me a bit restless I guess.” you quip before turning to take your leave. He hums as you can feel him watching you as you walk away. You almost wish he could see the smile adorning your face, maybe then, the fake worry in his voice would finally lead to something more. Just like you’ve always wanted. 

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              The next day during class, your mind wanders back to the night before. You attempt to keep your hands busy to keep yourself from growing hard in your slacks. And subconsciously to keep you from grinning at Megumi like a madman. You could practically feel your hands vibrate whenever you held your phone at the thought of what it stored. The smile that etched its way onto your face sadly did not go as unnoticed as you would have hoped for. Your head perks up when Gojo inquires what girl you were texting that made you so giddy before laughing. 

              You turn away from Gojo, shaking your head. As you make your way out of the classroom, you look at Megumi before stopping. “Hey.” You start, trying to keep your face neutral. The same thrum of adrenaline after last night coming back to you. When the boy in question looks up to the sound of your voice, you have to clench your fists to not allow any more of your emotions through. “Can I talk to you later? It’s not important, it's just…..” you let the sentence trail off, hoping he wouldn’t ask any questions. 

              And like the good boy you know him to be, he doesn’t. The boy solemnly nods before returning back to the work on his desk. Before leaving, you tell him you’ll stop by his room after classes. After hearing the door click shut, you begin a slow, deliberate walk back to your room in anticipation. Upon sitting on your bed, you take the time to stare at your ceiling, pondering what Megumi will say. What Megumi will do. The blush is imminent , he’s such a reserved guy that being face to face with video evidence of him in such a debauched state would surely fluster him. 

                Would he cry? Would he get angry? Try to fight you? The mental image of Megumi crying and clinging to you, begging you to delete the video made you sigh. Imagining his lashes heavy with tears, his bottom lip trembling as he stares up at you as if you held his life in your hands which, inadvertently, you practically did. The surge of pride that coursed through you at the thought of having him wrapped around your fingers almost makes you laugh. 

               Before long, the sounds of laughter and footsteps of students returning to their rooms pulls you from your power induced daydream. Standing from your bed, you let out one long steadying sigh before making your way to Megumi’s room. You spot Itadori along the way, he smiles telling you Megumi is already in his room. How wonderful. How obedient. 

                Gently knocking on his door, you stand and wait patiently for him to reach the door and the sight of him in casual wear softens your heart. You don’t have time to wonder how he changed so fast or why, but he ushers you into his room nonetheless. He motions for you to sit on his bed as he takes his place in a nearby desk chair. 

                He opens his mouth to speak, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. “So…. you need something?” he questions as he watches you look around his room. The silence is stifling, making Megumi shift in his seat before looking at you again. “Look man, I don’t know what you-“

                “As a sorcerer, you should be more aware of your surroundings.” The interruption makes Megumi flinch, though he would deny it. Brows furrowed, Megumi goes to question exactly what you mean before you turn to him, the smirk you had been hiding all day on full display. “Don’t you think if you’re gonna finger your ass in a public place you should have the decency to at least make sure you’re alone?” 

                  All the daydreaming in the world could not prepare you for the look of shock and hurt that adorned the young man's face. The scoff you produce makes Megumi's blood boil, rushing to his cheeks and the tips of his ears. Cute. An expression of disgust takes over his features as he stands. He lets out a humorless laugh as he stands. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You’re a god damn pervert.” The shake in his clenched fists, the twitch of his eyebrow, you admire it all. It would almost be scary if this situation had not transpired because he quite literally got caught with his dick in his hand. 

                “If I’m a pervert,” you start, making your way to Megumi to stare down at him past the bridge of your nose. You swiftly grab his chin in one hand, and use the other to block the hand he tried to swipe at you with. “what would Itadori think of you?” The raw indignation from Megumi’s scowl was truly one of the better parts of this whole ordeal. 

                 You can feel him clench his jaw under your grasp, and his attempt to pull himself free from your grasp. “And why would you tell him? You’d look just as bad as I do, recording your classmate jacking off-“ his sentence cut short by the pained sound from you squeezing his jaw. The smirk you wore before is long gone, instead replaced with a cold stare that Megumi won’t soon forget. 

                 “You are loud. Just like you were last night. Calling out to a man who you and I both know doesn’t feel the same. Truly, Megumi. You’re better than this.” You shove him away, pushing him so that he stumbles onto his bed. He makes a move to stand again, but the steady hand on his chest and you standing between his legs stops him. “But this can be our secret. He doesn’t have to know, and you can continue crying and calling out to him all you want.” You chuckle, slowly pushing him down onto his bed and sliding your hand to his throat. 

                  He keeps his scowl on, but his labored breathing tells you another story. “For? I doubt you came all the way here just to laugh at me.” You smile at him, not as sinister as before, and slowly slide your free hand up his side. Megumi hates that he shudders, but he hates your laugh even more. You abruptly stand, walking to his door before looking at him over your shoulder. 

                “I’ll keep your dirty little secret so long as you don’t mind lending me a helping hand from time to time~” Megumi sits up, confused. He opens his mouth to ask what you mean before you close the door. You pull out your phone to send the illicit video to Megumi. The small chime of his phone and the anguished groan he lets out upon seeing that you had physical proof of his lapse in judgement, made the whole thing that much sweeter. Before walking back to your room once more, you send him a text. 

         “So I’m free this weekend. What about you?”

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