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seance · 2 years

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changed this blog’s everything after what it feels like centuries but rest assured that i’m forever mourning that lilac/magenta klaus icon and the minimalist sidebar i developed an unhealthy attachment to

#ari.txt #text #videos don't go well with this theme but i don't care cause i never post them and i love the style too much anyway #but can we all start a petition to stop putting dark haired actors against dark background in every scene #some bitches are trying to isolate the subject here #anyway five and k doing karaoke on the mobile header is self indulgence

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gorejo · 5 months

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▸ RUDOLPH - GOJO SATORU. (forbes30!gojo au)

synopsis: you've heard your boyfriend scream three times in your life. once in a haunted mansion, another when he thought a certain gremlin was supposedly dead, and lastly... after a shower, down the stairs as he sulked practically naked with only a towel covering his hips — a total drama queen.

content: 3.5 k words, unedited. reader is satoru's girlfriend, she/her pronouns. a little snippet of Toji and his babies (Megumi and Tsumki), noncanon complaint. it's a little suggestive, but it should be okay to be deemed sfw ◡̈ can be read on its own, but this is part of the forbes30!au !!

kudos to you if you know which scene from a popular studio ghibli movie inspired me. because you can't convince me gojo isn't him ◡̈ header from @/ooreonii from twt

“AHHH ahhHHHH!”

There was no one else who could scream like that but him.

You heard it once or twice. No, it’s thrice — including today, in which Satoru’s done it twice already.

Once, it was at a haunted mansion during college with his hands all clammy, his body jolting with every jumpscare. And with a trembling voice, he would try to protect you from the actors.

The conclusion? Well, he ended up needing to be escorted out because he nearly knocked someone out with his fist screaming, accidentally breaking the majority of the set, including a cast member’s nose while at it, “get the fuck away, you gremlin!”

“It’s the heart that matters…” Suguru mumbled, shaking his head while standing beside you, both pitifully watching Satoru catch his breath under the shade, body slumped with his legs spread out while chugging some water.

Escorted is kindly speaking for what he did — kicked out is more exact.

The second time was when he thought Megumi was dead. The pure shock in his eyes when he found the little boy unmoving with arms flayed like a starfish in the middle of the living room, unresponsive to his teasing chimes when entering through the door.

“My little brats, look what I bought — what the fuck?!” Satoru’s body immediately retaliated, tripping on his way as he ran to the living room with one shoe barely on.

You can’t forget the shrill in his voice when he saw Megumi with red splattered all over his chest, the rise and fall of his agile body barely visible.

With his lips quivering, Satoru hurriedly dropped to his knees to check the boy’s responsiveness, only to almost faint — going from heaven and down because god decided to boot him back to earth — when Megumi suddenly woke up, with his hands mimicking a ghost,

“Boo!” The boy stated with the littlest of emotions, face paling with nonchalance.

“AHHH ahhHHHH!” your boyfriend screamed, falling back with his chest huffing for air and his cerulean eyes about to pop out of his sockets while his glasses landed crooked on his nose.

It was ketchup.

And off on the side, you could hear a little girl giggling while peeping at the scene from the small corner of the hall, trying to record it all on her phone cutely strapped around her neck.

“I’m going to tell your dad,” Satoru grunted while lying down, pulling the little boy on top of him while squishing his chubby cheeks, “I should just throw you in the dumpster and tell your dad you ran away, you brat.”

“Otou-san said you can’t,” Megumi muttered, sticking out his tongue, his small hands struggling to grasp around Satoru’s wrists with a furrow to his dark brows.

And running over from the corner, giggling while she plopped herself on top of her brother, Satoru released a deep grunt from the impact.

“Papa said he’ll kick your ass if you do, Satoru-kun!” Tsumiki giggled while showing him the front screen of her phone, flashing him a toothless smile.

“You did not just call your dad!” Satoru immediately grabbed it when he saw who it was, the utter annoyance of his face dispelling with each second he was on call.

“I hope my kids are well, Gojo-kun,” a deeper voice radiated from Tsumiki’s cell, one with more maturity and weight, “and will not be found in some dumpster when I come back, right?”

Satoru’s face sours and a frown immediately forms, “Hey! At least pay me — Ow!” he grunted while Tsumiki made her way down to attack her next victim – the locks of his white hair.

“As I was saying, at least pay me to clean up after these brats,” he slightly turned around to see the little girl playing with his hair, her nimble fingers painfully unaware of the strength they beheld when she tugged at his strands, “Tsumiki-chan ow! Be gentle with the hair please…” he pleaded before giving her father back his attention, “I’m not your company’s intern anymore!”

“You're already rich, don’t be so selfish with money Gojo-kun,” the man sarcastically nagged.

“Maybe we can cordially talk when you make it into the top ten of the list,” Toji further teased. Clearly, your boyfriend’s vexed expressions were the fuel for further aggravating him, “until then you’re always be my intern.”

“You fuck at least put —” you instantly close his mouth with your hand, giving him a quick glare to shut his mouth.

“Good afternoon Zenin-san,” you smiled unsure why the screen was so dimly lit, but your attention quickly gathered to your boyfriend trying to lick your palm.

Pulling away when you felt his warm tongue swirling around your palm, you glared down at Satoru cheekily smiling back with a wink.

"I like it when you put me in place."

“Satoru that’s gross —”

“Well, it’s actually 2 am here," Toji cleared his throat, "but I presume Satoru’s keeping things pg friendly,” the older man smirked, the edge of his scarred lip slightly tugging upward when he noticed your mortified expression — he’s topless, completely bare with his pectorals bulging, just showing right above his nipples.

“O-oh gosh, I’m sorry,” you tried looking elsewhere, distracting yourself by looking at the kids bothering Satoru. Surely, the man was far from being pg-friendly with his nips teasing to show.

“No need, it’s my fault, I picked up because Tsumiki called,” Toji grunted, reaching over to quickly pull a shirt over himself, “but I didn’t mean to scare you, darling.” Despite his large physique and sharp features, with his gaze piercing and cut-throating low voice, Toji was sweet, a good father to both his children — a reputable person overall. It radiated from the way he spoke, his aura, and how he disciplined his children. If he wasn’t, surely your boyfriend wouldn’t have kept in contact willingly with his mortal enemy. He would’ve never agreed to take care of his kids, despite Satoru adamantly arguing that he was thrown into it.

Peeved that your attention wasn’t on him but the obnoxious prick on the screen Satoru grumbled while rolling his eyes with a hand squishing both of Megumi’s cheeks, while the boy desperately tried to pull himself away, and the other holding onto his hair from being pulled out by Tsumiki.

“Stop flirting with my girlfriend, weirdo.”

“There’s a beautiful lady in front of me that’s very good with my kids.” Both his children nodded in agreement, with Megumi mumbling through his puckered lips, “and cooks better too, does everything better than you,” the little boy glared at Satoru’s appalled expression, stretching out his short arms trying to reciprocate his actions.

“Megumi-chan! You’re being rude,” Satoru pouted while he tried to dodge Megumi’s advances on trying to smother his face.

“So, can you blame me when she stole my attention? I’ll be a fool to let her go.” The man winked at you, a childish glim to his eyes, one similar to his children – especially his son.

And as by reflex, the moment he heard those words, Satoru carefully yet swiftly put Megumi down, and set him on his lap before grabbing the phone from you, “Nope, nuh uh, we ain’t doing this today. Imma bill you for the overseas phone charge.” And flipping the screen to his kids, “and kids say your final goodbyes to your dad.”

“Bye papa! See you tomorrow! Bring lots of gifts please!” Tsumiki giggled while waving goodbye with her brother.

“one minute late and these gremlins are in the dumpster,” Satoru grumbled at Toji despite Megumi securely sitting in his arms, and Tsumiki practically hanging off his shoulders.

“I’ll see you both tomorrow, alright? Listen well and be good,” contently smiling at his beloved children, and nodding a sign of gratitude towards you before smirking at your heated boyfriend, “and I’ll be expecting a coffee from you my Intern, no sugar with light — ”

The call has ended.

“Papa will get you for that…” Tsumiki giggled with her arms tightly around Satoru’s neck, her small feet bouncing up and down in excitement.

“Well, I can take him,” your boyfriend muttered before snatching both kids, tucking one in each arm, and carrying them off to their respective room, “wait for me here babe, gotta put these brats in the dumpster.”

“Remember to clean off the ketchup on Megumi’s shirt as well!” you called out, giggling when you heard the two bickering off in the distance.

“Ketchup?! Do you know how expensive this shirt is?”

“No, but it’s probably not expensive because you’re wearing it.”

“Why you little —”

And well, today, this happened to be the third time. Albeit, his voice wasn’t as high pitched during his freak episode at the horror house but still. It was almost on par — just a little deeper but a lot more dramatic.

Thump!

“ahHHH baaaaaaaabe!” His scream barely muffled despite coming from the second floor.

“What! What! Satoru!” you jolted from the couch, your eyes searching for him while adrenaline quickly struck through your body, “what happened!”

You heard him drawing closer. The thunderous thuds of his feet slapping against the floor and the painful thumps of his body hitting the wall become louder with each millisecond.

And as if on autopilot, your boyfriend ran down the steps with a white cotton towel loosely wrapped around his hips with his torso bare and arms deliciously flexed while clenching his damp white hair.

It was a miracle he didn’t trip down those stairs. But would’ve sure been a sight to see – for both your amusement and admiration.

“Babe!” he shrieked while fastidiously running over, “it’s hideous!” he yelled while making a complete stop in front of you with his chest heaving. You weren’t sure if his hip dimples and his inguinal crease were oddly accentuated more than usual because he was just half-naked… or because he looked hot half-naked. Though the shrill of his voice did make you reconsider your options.

“Look!” he screeched, his body shriveling up in panic while his lips formed an immediate pout when you couldn’t notice his dilemma.

“What is?!” you scanned his face, seeing nothing abnormal about it.

“Can’t you see?” he whined, his eyes desperate for you to notice, “look at this!” he pointed to a particular red spot right under his nose.

“It’s a pimple, Satoru,” you deadpanned, “what about it?”

“I know… I never had one in my life,” he groaned while dramatically falling onto the couch, uncaring if he wasn’t particularly wearing anything underneath.

Rolling your eyes, “Welcome to the mortal world, Satoru,” you murmured while slumping onto the couch with him, "you almost gave me a heart attack."

You tried to steady your breath, glancing over to check up on your over-dramatic boyfriend rocking himself while murmuring under his breath. With his toned back delicately carved in areas you didn’t even know muscle existed, you choked back a moan and mentally slapped yourself from trying to restrain yourself from feeling every crevice of his toned body.

“and you might want to close your legs a bit unless you want to go to jail for flashing any innocent eyes.”

“I give up,” he sobbed while crouching over with his hands fisting his hair, his towel barely wrapping around his pelvis, and the crack of his ass cheekily peaking through the edge.

Dramatically, through his breath, “I see no point in living if I can’t be beautiful.”

“Aren’t you being a little too much?” you chuckled while shaking your head, pushing yourself off the couch to sit on his firm lap, his arms immediately finding refuge around your waist.

“No,” he sulked, his face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, “now I’m repulsive.”

“It’s just a pimple, ‘Toru you still look pretty —” he further burrowed his face towards you, his warm breath just gliding against your skin, almost ticking you as he unknowingly moaned when you accidentally scooted closer to his body, just brushing against his minutely exposed manhood.

“No, you don’t understand,” he interjected, his voice slowly morphing into an exaggerated sob, “it’s not just a pimple, this pimple strips all my privileges and dignity of being your hot boyfriend.”

Satoru tended to exaggerate. The most recent being the time Suguru called you, a couple of weeks back, dramatically stating he was sick and in the hospital for an unknown disease. Only for that unknown disease to suddenly also be an uncurable one via text that oddly didn’t have Suguru’s usual texting style, with too many emoticons and expressions, but you dismissed it while frantically making your way to the hospital.

It was hard to define the emotions you felt when you heard from Shoko herself — appalled, flabbergasted, stunned?

No — none of the above. there were no words because your boyfriend always managed to leave you breathless — literally and figuratively.

“I’m sorry… h-he has…” pursing her lips as she clenched her fists, “I need attention or else I’ll die disease,” the doctor mouthed sorry right after.

And that’s fine if he did, the issue was that he tended to exaggerate, teasing against the boundaries of being a complete lunatic or passionate. A case you have yet to solve, but you wish it was the latter.

“You big baby, you’ll be fine,” you comforted while combing your fingers through his soft hair, the faint smell of his shampoo tickling your senses.

Massaging his scalp, knowing all will be well, even his dramatic ass will soon dissipate if you coddled him just the right way, “see,” you hummed while pointing to the blemishes on your face, “look, ‘Toru! I have some too!”

“But yours is different,” he didn’t even look up, “and you have four, pumpkin I counted this morning,” he mumbled.

“Okay, rude, I do not,” you pulled back your hand, his head immediately jolting over to look at you with a little frown.

“Stop that, put it back,” he grumbled, taking your hand and placing it back on his head, “you do.”

“Hey —”

“I kiss them every morning, and I’ll kiss a hundred more if you have them.” Kissing the back of his hand before groaning with his face nuzzled into your stomach. “But that’s beside the point, I look hideous.”

“Wow, sir,” cupping his face, his lips protruding out and cheeks squished in your small hands.

“Hey!” he retaliated at the audacity for you to pull away again, yet you felt his hand immediately find refuge on your hips, pulling you closer to him.

“You’re obsessed.” you giggled, pinching his cheeks, feeling a sense of familiar butterflies when you saw him slightly furrowed his brows as he let you play with him.

“Yea, so vhat? It’s muthing mew,” he grumbled, his words muffled as you squeezed his cheeks.

“Nothing,” you hummed, “let me kiss yours too then.”

Looking off the side, muttering under his breath as he tried to nonchalantly lean closer into you, "i think… that’ll make me feel better…”

Despite the craziness that he imposed and the rambunctious energy he dissipated off the clock, Satoru was easy to love.

“Muah!” You placed a kiss on his small blemish, “you’ll be my cute Rudolph till this goes away,” you teased.

“You’re the worst.”

“Who'll humble your high ego but me,” dramatically sighing before pushing back his bangs and placing a soft kiss on his forehead, “it’s a draining job, you know?”

“Stop teasing,” he pulled you into his body, his arms tightly wrapping around your waist as he nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck, “be nice to me because I'm suffering.”

“You’re still handsome,’Toru,” you cooed, feeling the whispers of his breath glide against your skin, his hair lightly tickling you.

“Yea? Tell me more.” Satoru’s lips gently peppered along your torso and up your neck, the heat of his body radiating over to yours making you feel hot with his tender touch as he ran his hand warmly down your back.

“Nope!” you smirked, pulling his gaze upward as you stared down at his glistening eyes, “one compliment a day, or else you become unmanageable with your pride.”

“wow, just tell me you hate me,” he grumbled.

“Gotta keep my princess humble, ya know?” you winked before landing a short, sweet kiss on his soft lips. “let’s go upstairs, ‘Toru” tapping his back.

But instead, you felt his arms tightening around you, ignoring your words as he further nuzzled himself into your chest. “C’me on loser, I’ll put some medicine on it for you,” you softly stated, gently pulling away to stand up while grasping his hand, using extra strength to tug his dead weight.

“Just watch, the little brat is going to say something, I just know…” he groaned while he followed you to the bathroom, his feet practically dragging behind you like a toddler.

—-

“Ten bucks he’s going to say something.” Satoru bargained, leaning against the kitchen counter while he took a sip of water.

“Just act normally, Satoru… there’s no way he’ll know, he’s only a child.” Your eyes were focused on putting a couple of bandages on his right hand, small cuts that he’d gotten from the morning trying to prepare breakfast.

“You truly undermine him, he’s not your average kid… he’s scary, babe.” Shuddering while clenching his eyes, “evil just like his dad.”

“Well I do think Toji-san is a gentleman, and Megumi will grow just like him.” you hummed while locking up the first aid kit, “and plus, you’re the one that agreed to babysitting them.”

“I didn’t agree, I was forced to,” he corrected, “the man threatened me if I didn’t.”

“I’m sure Toji-san didn't threaten you.”

“You don’t know him like I do, the man is the devil himself.”

“I mean… he was technically your boss since you decided to intern for him.”

“It was that or I was to get engaged to —“

The door opens. Satoru flinches when he hears two different steps come through the hall — one happily skipping, unthreatening, the other… silently treading closer in, each step mysterious like the stoicism on his face.

“We’re back!” The older one chirped, the bottom of her bag lightly tapping against her back while she ran over, her small feet softly rapping against the floor.

“Hey pumpkin,” you welcomed, dropping to your knees to level to her height, opening up your arms to offer her a hug and take her bag, “you hungry, kiddo?”

“Mhm,” Tsumiki giggled, flashing her eye smile, “also! I finished all my lunch too!”

“Aww you did?” Nuzzling your nose with hers while she gently cupped your face, “Satoru tried extra hard with it today,” you grinned.

“Satoru-kun made us late again.”

“Oh he did,” you raised an eyebrow at your boyfriend awkwardly trying to avoid your gaze, “guess, he forgot to mention that to me today,” you responded looking back at him awkwardly avoiding your gaze.

“but I forgive him because everyone was jealous of my lunch today!” jumping on her toes, her face filled with excitement, “And he did my hair, look!”

“You little gremlin, that was supposed to be a secret.” Gojo huffed, hiding his bandaged hand behind his back, unable to hide the twitch of his lips, proud of the little girl’s compliment.

“Hello.” a toneless voice alerted his presence from behind you, raising his hand to say his greetings with the typical indifference to his face.

You can almost hear the sharp gulp Satoru took when Megumi entered — viscous and think, nervously pulled down his throat.

“Hello, Megumi-chan,” you warmly smiled, reaching over to take his bag.

“It’s okay, I got it,” the boy murmured, “it’s heavy and you have Tsumiki’s already.”

“What a gentleman,” you cooed while gently tapping his head, “go wash your hands, ‘Toru and I will prepare your snacks.”

“Okay,” Megumi mumbled while walking away, taking a quick glance at Satoru before heading over to the restroom.

Quickly standing up and quietly jogging over Satoru, you whispered while nudging him with your elbow, “See, I told you ‘Toru, he didn’t notice.”

“There’s something off…” his gaze warily staring at the back of Megumi’s head, “I swore I saw him —”

“Well, I think you’re just overreacting, he’s just a child —"

“guess Christmas came early.” the little boy muttered just before entering the bathroom, smirking as he pointed forward, making it abundantly clear who the recipient was of his comment.

“You’re silly, December just started, Gumi.” Tsumiki stated, confusion apparent in her tone at her brother's statement as she stepped onto the stool to reach the sink faucet.

No fucking way.

Megumi didn’t greet Satoru with his usual monotonous voice when he came home today. but instead chose to say his greetings in a rather more peculiar way, one with a higher pitch — the same one he had when he almost killed Satoru with his little prank months prior.

“Because look, Tsumiki, it’s Rudolph.”

author's comment: did you guess it?? it's howl from howl's moving castle! the specific scene with sophie mixed his potions while cleaning his bathroom and he has a mental breakdown? i saw an artist draw satoru as howl and I couldn't get it out of my head!!

#ae.writes #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #header by @/ooreonii

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juicezone · 3 months

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Hi! I'm TL, and I do agere/petre art requests! You can find my queue and open status on my header! Please read the rules below, thank you! It helps to reblog this to spread it around :D

you must obey the dni of this account. especially please do not request or reblog if you are k!nk, nsfw, generally not safe for kids. you will be blocked.

If reqs are closed, you may DM me and ask me to send you a message/heads up when I re-open then!

please be kind when asking :) these are not commissions, i am not required to do them!

if your request is something i’m not comfortable with doing, i’ll priv answer so you have the option of sending another if you’d like! (this is easiest to do if you're not on anon/you leave an @ of your sideblog! If it's a nameless anon, it's likely to just be deleted, sorry ^^'

please put separate requests in separate asks! IE: if you ask for Character from Fandom A and character from Fandon B, please send two asks! (Unless you want them together which is fine :P)

not a rule but feel free to give suggestions! IE: “Can you draw character with a green paci” or “can you draw character as a fox pet-regressor?” or “can you draw character and character as cg + regressor?” "character in a dip" (just make sure to specify who is who!) Honestly, detail helps a lot with being able to draw and do the req!! (NEW 4/28) I will draw stuff like characters being upset, crying, ect. I'll draw characters in dips but atm i'm not necessarily comfortable drawing accidents themselves (unfortunately, i had a problem with one post i made + deleted being basically immediately snapped up by unsavory blogs ): so)

I’d prefer to not draw your persona/sona/ect! I don’t mind drawing in a “blank/YN” type character, but I no longer would like to draw personas/sonas/ect. Sorry! (NOTE: THIS IS EXEMPT FOR FRIENDS/MUTUALS LET ME DRAW YOUR AGERE OCS/INSERT SO BAD)

Requests may take a while! I work 30-40 hrs a week on top of being a full time student. I might get it done immediately, it might get done in three months or longer. Usually I do them in order, but not always! If you come into my inbox and repeatedly ask abt it (esp if ur rude) i will delete it. and i will block you.

FANDOMS I'LL DO

Bluey, MCYT (characters ONLY. *), Star Trek, Pokemon, FNAF, Warrior Cats, Nintendo, Disney - Honestly, it's best to just ask! As long as the media isn't primarily NSFW in the 18+ way, I probably don't mind!

*Will not do dsmp at this time. May do people related to DSMP (ie philza for ex [i think? i dont know the people of that group]) but i will not do: Wilbur/soot or d/ream.

FANDOMS I WON'T DO

Harry Potter, Hetalia, IRL People (as in the Content Creator - see below for more detail), Attack on Titan, Hazbin Hotel/Helluva Boss, Country humans/Country balls/Anything based off the countries, TBA

ABOUT IRL PEOPLE

Will do: MCYT for example! Because my design is based off their MC skin. It's like actors v their characters if that makes sense Won't do: Things like Sanders Side or Marki/plier ego stuff, because it's like. there's nothing there for referencing other than the literal person. idk its hard to explain TLDR: thats just my comfort level sorry ^^''

#agere art #sfw agere art #fandom agere art #fandom agere #sfw age regression #sfw petre #petre art

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ken-dom · 3 months

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Bite My Lip 'Til You Break It

Driver (solo) with mentioned Driver x gn!reader

1.2k words

∘₊✧ Summary: Driver tries to keep control after you move in next door and a made for TV romance movie catches his attention.

∘₊✧ Author's notes: That one Driver coded pic I've cheekily slipped into this fic header that says 'after kissing for 3 seconds' ... it's basically that but make the kissing imaginary. Thank you K for reading my complete nonsense first draft and still sticking around to the end! Title taken from THE DRIVER by Måneskin.

∘₊✧ Warnings/content: NSFW, fantasizing, kissing kink, cumming untouched, mention of blood/injury, hinted stalker Driver, sleepy Driver

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Driver had blocked the low murmur of the television set out of his field of awareness. He was focussed entirely on the car part sitting before him in the centre of the little kitchen table, and aside from the dull glow of the TV, the only other light source in his small apartment was the lamp directly above where his hands were working, delicate and careful, as though the carburetor was alive and could feel his touch.

Focussed entirely, that was, aside from one nagging thought rattling around somewhere in the back of his otherwise calm mind.

Actually, it was more of a memory than a thought, but it was evolving rapidly, and if he didn’t manage to keep that storm at bay for at least a little while, he wouldn’t be able to focus on his car at all.

His jeans already felt too tight, but he pressed on through the familiar sensation, not giving in. Because if he gave in now, he wouldn’t be able to stop himself next time either. Or the time after. No. He needed to keep control.

But you, and the gentle kiss you’d planted on his cheek yesterday as a thank you for him helping manoeuvre a new coffee table into your apartment, were taking over his every waking thought.

By now, the simple fantasy of kissing you on the lips he’d dreamed up the very first time he noticed you on your moving in day, had evolved into a featurette he would play on repeat in his mind.

It went something like this; snaking an arm around your waist, pulling you close, pressing his lips to yours as you turned weak in his strong arms, hearing you moan for him…

The moan was the thing that made his blood boil the most.

It was totally fabricated, of course — he’d never actually heard you moan. But it sounded exactly like you in his imagination and it made his breath catch in his chest each time he got to that part. Sometimes, if he was feeling frivolous, you’d moan his name too, but he usually considered that a step too far.

And right now, he couldn’t get into it. He knew it would end in a long drive that did absolutely nothing to sate his desires, and finish up in him trying to listen though the wall in hopes he might just hear you moan for real before finally letting his urges consume him.

But it wasn’t always that easy, and he knew it.

Right now, he was doing an admirable job of holding those urges off, though. Aside from the ache between his thighs, but he wasn’t paying it any mind, so perhaps it would calm and leave him be. He did have control over this.

He did.

Just as the thought occurred to him he could do with something far more distracting than tinkering with the worn valves of this carburetor to keep thoughts of you at bay for a while, his ears pricked up.

The background noise of the movie he wasn’t paying attention to seemed to change pace.

It was some mid romance movie, unknown actors in a made for TV production, that just happened to be next in the listings when he switched the set on earlier and never switched it back off again.

In honesty, he’d forgotten it was playing, until this shift in atmosphere caught his attention. The main two characters, who he guessed would have been through various cliché obstacles and dramatic misunderstandings in the last hour, were inches away from one another’s face, breathing heavily, and without realising, Driver began to breathe heavily too.

He dropped the torque screwdriver, his fingers aching at how tight his grip had become, and placed both his palms flat on the cool surface of the table. The cold against his flesh reminded him of how tired he was, that you were probably asleep by now, and he wondered if he would be able to sleep at all.

They were kissing now, the couple on the screen, humming against one another’s lips, and Driver held back a hungry little hum of his own.

Hands began to tangle in hair, their passion palpable in the way the scene was shot, the score, the actors who were perfectly believable…

His fingers twitched. He’d like to do that. He’d like to push his hands into your hair, and have you scraping your fingertips against his scalp. It sounded so all-encompassing, so intimate, and he shuddered.

He could feel his cock throbbing against its denim confines, feel the slick precum leaking in short, mildly relieving pumps from the tip. He knew it would be soaking through his jeans, too, making a mess, but he didn’t care. He wondered whether you would be put off by that if you were here, kissing him properly. Maybe one day he would find out, and the thought didn’t do a thing to soothe the fire raging in his lower belly.

Driver’s eyes widened at the characters on screen as one lifted the other, legs around waists, lips travelling down to ghost over throats, laughing and sighing and touching.

His fingers clamped onto the edge of the table as he watched the short scene, completely and utterly captivated, knuckles turning white under the pressure of his grip.

He swallowed down a desperate moan, but he couldn’t stop his breath coming in short, heavy pants. He knew he sounded lewd, breathing so heavily just sitting here alone, but there was no one else’s breath for his to mingle with, and so he had to put up with the sound and simply imagine he could feel you whispering how hot you were for him in his ear.

He bit down hard on his lip at that, trying not to lose control completely, yet wishing it was you biting him, wishing you would make him bleed with unbridled passion for his kiss. Splatter some blood on his clothes to wet them a little more. His lip curled at the thought. Fuck, it was kind of hot.

And then they pulled away from one another, foreheads pressed together, and without warning, the romantic end to the character’s affections was the final nail in the coffin, tipping Driver completely over the edge into hot-blooded bliss.

His hips involuntarily bucked, and the table he was gripping shook, and his underwear was swiftly filled with a thick helping of hot, creamy cum. One hand shot up from the table so he could bite down on his fist, a single tear leaking from one eye as he tried his damnedest not to cry out your name and wake you through the wall.

It would be so delicious if you did hear him call out your name, and you came over to see what was wrong, catching him all hot and bothered, and then slowly leaning into him, and-

That was a fantasy for another time.

The friction of fabric against his sensitive cock wasn’t quite enough to satisfy him completely, but it was enough to see him through the unintentional peak, and the surprise of his spontaneous orgasm was exciting enough to heighten the sensation into something relieving rather than frustrating.

A whimper so quiet it was almost inaudible escaped his throat and the TV movie blurred into nothingness again as the tame love scene came to an end. Driver took himself off to the bathroom to clean up before taking his seat back at the kitchen table, and picking up that torque screwdriver again, with gently trembling hands and a slightly pleasure-addled mind.

Perhaps he should go to bed. He could finish this in the morning.

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ACTION ! | ‘sunoo’s world 🌎’

## — SUNOO !! ( @ noo ) // kim sunoo!! an actor and an idol as a member of the group Enhypen!! childhood friend with sieun, friends with hueningkai since they’re from the same company, met the rest of his friends on the backstage of mnet!!

## — SIEUN !! ( @ sieunn ) // you’ve already met her on the we bare bears squad but she’s also a part of the sunoo’s world group, she’s childhood friends with Sunoo as well and met the rest together with Sunoo in the backstage of mnet, Sunoo knows shes also a childhood friend of yn.

## — KAI !! ( @ huening ) // an idol as a member of TXT under Hybe, met Sunoo accidentally when he poured coffee on him and ever since then they became friends. Met everyone else when Sunoo introduced him to the friend group and ever since then he became a huge part of the squad.

## — WONJIN !! ( @ wonjinnie ) // started his career as a fan of Sunoo and met him for the first time on the backstage of mnet where all the idols tend to do those tiktok challenges, they soon became friends and now wonjin can’t stop fanboying over yn instead of Sunoo. He’s like the biggest yn fan he has seen every drama she took a part in and went to a few of her fansigns.

## — YUJIN !! ( @ yujinnotyunjin ) // people are always mistaken her with yunjin from lesserafim- met Sunoo and Wonjin for the first time in the backstage of mnet and they all became besties right away, got close to sieun and hueningkai after Sunoo forced them all to meet once.

NOTES. i actually like the characters im ngl!! huening’s header is actually a picture that i took aint that pretty? i didn’t put enhypen’s accounts since you already know them, but i dont think they’ll be that necessary either!! you’ll see the members here and there but nothing more im sorry!!

TAGLIST ( is open ! ). @ahnneyong @dreamenvi @hyeunfae @arizejkt19 @ineedaherosavemeenow @cwsana @venus-near-the-ren @jovibaes @kkalechip @lockburn-castle

SYNOPSIS. Being the most famous and wanted actress, yn found herself in the process of signing a new contract to a new upcoming romance K-drama but she never expected to fall in love with the male lead who’s also the infamous idol Kim Sunoo from enhypen, who happened to have a shared past with her.

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aemontargaryen-bloodraven · 1 year

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hi, who is the actor in your header image, the one with a blue flower crown?

Hi, the actor's name is Dmitri Pisarenko.

#Asks

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onwriting-hrarby · 1 year

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Works masterlist

On going projects

Original

My novel. [Not in English] Two best friends forever decide not to be best friends anymore. In a world that is fairly political and looks up to communities, identities and clear ideas, how can they bring each other to save something they don't see any future to?

Fanfiction

Liquid confidence (rating: mature). A childhood friends story about blurred boundaries between Eren and Mikasa. She's getting married and he needs to decide whether he goes toher wedding or not—as he blows his birthday candles, Eren reminisces about what happened and if he needs to make it right.

Finished works

Rotten Judgement. 210 k words, rating: mature.

Enemies to lovers with angst, based on the 90s, in which the characters suffer from systemic racial and economic issues. Mainly an Eren/Mikasa story, but it follows Levi's, Jean's, Armin's and Historia's, too.

Instead, they said (Hidden). 110 k words, rating: mature

A strangers to lovers in which Eren and Mikasa get attracted to each other but must decide what to do with it; a friendship that blossoms over 8 years until they are thirty-one and ready to look for answers.

I did not live until today. 180 k, rating: mature

A best friends to lovers in which Eren and Mikasa have never understood their relationship. While they work to become singers and dancers, the story tackles the way dreams are forced into us, open relationships, gender identities and grief.

Only a lifetime. 16 k (one-shot), rating: mature.

An Eren/Mikasa/Jean canon-verse story in which Jean is in love with both of them and doesn't know how to handle it; what he doesn't imagine, though, is that they hold a soft spot for him, too.

I am also uploading this fic on Tumblr. You can find all the chapters in the "Only a lifetime" link in my header.

A hopeful, secret dream. 4 k (one-shot); rating: general.

5 years after the epilogue of I did not live until today, we follow Eren and Mikasa's great idea of bringing their son to watch Broadway for the first time.

A dreadful night. 16 k (one-shot); rating: mature.

A Levi/Mikasa actor AU in which, two months ago, they suffered a dreadful night that changed their relationship. Now, they are paired for an interview in the middle of the series promotions. How will they manage?

My wips

For you: mainly a Levi/Mikasa story, Canon au, which follows the aftermath of the Rumbling. Only that Mikasa is hiding a big secret, and Levi wants to help her. It will follow Jean's grief for Eren, Armin and Annie's relationship and Historia's motherhood, too. To be written.

#hrarby about me #my works #attack on titan #attack on titan fanfiction #fanfiction #aot #eremika

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