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stop4death · 2 days

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confessions

note: i'm not a good writer i apologize in advance. but i have challengers brain rot and can't stop thinking about it so i had to write this. thinking about writing fem!reader x tashi next (reader is lowkey in love with tashi as well in this one in my mind) lmk if u like this and maybe i will

pairing: stanford!art donaldson x fem!stanford!reader

summary: since you started at stanford, you’ve been avoiding your close high school friend, art, and you’re pretty sure he’s been avoiding you, too. when he shows up to the tennis courts while you’re playing with your roommate and asks to talk, some confessions are made.

warnings: nsfw 18+ (MDNI!), smut, sub!art donaldson, soft dom!reader, angst, fluff, grinding, hand job, praise, aftercare (reader loves art sm), art is pathetic (in a good way i love him), please lmk if i forgot anything

word count: 1.9k

posted: may 27th 2024

It’s been a little over a month since you started at Stanford. With the stress of all your classes, homework, club meetings, and private out-of-season training for tennis, it feels like you can never catch a break. To make things even worse, you’ve been actively avoiding your close high school friend, Art. You promised each other you’d stick together at school while your best friend, Tashi, and her boyfriend, Art’s best friend, Patrick, are touring. Now, you haven’t heard from him, and haven’t tried to reach out to him either. When your roommate found out you’re a tennis player, she asked if you’d be willing to teach her how to play. You happily agreed, so you’ve been going down to the courts and playing with her once a week. Today, your heart jumped out of your chest and you almost dropped your racket when you were teaching your roommate how to backhand and Art walked in, sitting down in the stands.

“You okay?” your roommate asks, concerned by your sudden change in demeanor. She looks back to where you were looking and sees Art, then turns back to you confused.

“Uh, yeah, I’m fine” you say unconvincingly, and serve the ball. She doesn’t press any further, so you continue with the lesson, trying to ignore the knot in your stomach.

You can’t help but keep glancing up at Art. He hasn’t taken his eyes off of you since he got there. Once you finish up her lesson, you say goodbye to your roommate and nervously walk up to the stands where Art is sitting.

“Hi.” you say softly, scratching at your palm anxiously.

“Hi. How have you been?” he asks, seemingly genuine.

“Um… I-I’ve been good. How about you?” you stutter, your heart racing.

“Can we talk?”

“Yeah, sure.” you sit down next to him, but he shakes his head.

“Privately?” he looks around at the few people who are on the tennis courts, including your roommate who’s still slowly packing up her bag and glancing up at you confoundedly.

The knot in your stomach twists even tighter, but you nod your head in agreement, standing up. You follow him out of the tennis courts and towards one of the dorm buildings. He unlocks a door on the first floor, gesturing for you to enter. As you walk into your friend’s dorm room for the first time, you look around. Your lips curve up slightly and you feel a warmth in your chest when you notice a photo of yourself with Art on a wall of photos of his friends and family. Your apprehensive look returns when you turn back towards the door as he shuts it behind him, standing awkwardly in the middle of his room. You’ve never been a fan of confrontation, but you should have prepared for it when you decided to completely ghost one of your best friends with no explanation.

“You can sit down, you know.” he says casually.

You glance between his desk and his bed, ultimately opting for the desk chair. You face the chair out away from the desk and sit down. He sits down on his bed, facing you.

“Nice room.” you say awkwardly, desperate to break the uncomfortable silence.

“Why did you stop talking to me?” he says plainly. You suddenly feel like you might vomit at any second. You would rather be six feet underground than in Art’s dorm room having this conversation right now.

“I didn’t mean to, I’ve just… been so busy with classes and clubs and training I guess I haven’t gotten the chance to text you.” you lie. And he sees right through it.

“Can you be serious… Why haven’t you talked to me since we got here?”

You take a deep breath, and look down at your hands. Trying to think of any other way you can stretch the truth and not have to tell him what you’re about to tell him, but your mind has gone blank. You look back up at him, realizing you have no choice but to be honest.

“Art I-” you try to find the words, your heart racing even faster. “I, um… back in high school, I had this… huge crush on you." Your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you stutter through the confession you've held onto for years, and you continue awkwardly, “And I knew you had a thing for Tashi, and it hurt because obviously who could ever compete with Tashi. She’s literally perfect. So over the summer, like a week before school started, Tashi and I were drunk and I decided to block your number. I thought maybe it would help me move on, start fresh, you know? I didn't want to keep being just friends and feeling, I don't know, awkward around you." You shift uncomfortably, the weight of your words heavy on your shoulders. "Honestly, I forgot I even did it until now. I thought maybe you were avoiding me, too, or… I don't know, I guess I just didn't think it through. I'm sorry, Art. If you don't hate me now, could we maybe try being friends again? I've moved past that crush, I promise. I won’t let it get in the way again.”

You try to make the last part sound as convincing as possible. You don’t think you’ll ever be over your crush on Art. He just sits there and listens as you talk. His expression is unreadable, and for a moment, you fear you've said too much. You look down again, fearing his response.

“Why didn’t you tell me before… that you had a crush on me?”

“Cause you liked Tashi. Like everyone else.”

“Tashi was always just a friend to me. I liked you.”

You look at him as if he must be lying, searching for any hint of irony in his tone or facial expression.

“I still do.” he says softly, and the knot in your stomach is replaced with butterflies.

You stand up from the chair, and Art looks at you with concern, thinking you’re about to walk out. You take a few steps forward and sit down next to him on his bed, your knees brushing together.

“I still like you, too.” you whisper and put a hand on his cheek. You slowly lean closer to him, and press your lips against his. His lips are soft and they taste of cigarettes and watermelon lime ChapStick, his favorite. You’ve dreamed about this taste for years. He places a hand on your thigh, deepening the kiss. You quickly move to straddle his lap. Your hands twist in his soft strawberry blond hair as you kiss him sloppily, as if you were trying to consume him. You feel his erection growing under you and grind your hips down against him, making him moan softly into the kiss. You tug at the hem of his shirt and he quickly removes it, tossing it carelessly across the room, then smashes his lips back against yours hungrily. His hand moves up your thigh to the waistband of your skirt.

“So impatient.” you say with a smirk, moving your head down to kiss his neck and taking his hand in yours, moving it away from your waistband. He whimpers at the feeling of you sucking and nibbling gently on his neck. You kiss up his neck and jawline then back to his lips quickly before pulling away. You move off his lap and sit further back on his bed, spreading your legs slightly and patting the space between them.

“Come sit here.”

He looks at you a bit confused, but he obeys. He sits between your legs on the bed, his back to you. You move your hands slowly over his arms and chest, kissing his neck from behind, bringing back the sweet sounds of his whimpering. He closes his eyes and leans his head back on your shoulder, giving you better access to his neck. He moans softly, reveling in the feeling of your lips and hands on him. You tease him, moving your hand slowly down his abdomen and stopping just before his waistband, then moving back up slowly. You do this a few times before he can’t take it anymore and his hips buck upwards, begging for your touch.

“Such a pretty boy… you want me to touch you?” you tease, speaking softly against his neck and driving him insane. He whimpers, nodding his head eagerly.

“Use your words.” you whisper in his ear. His hips buck up again, a needy whine escaping his lips.

“Please,” he gasps out, his voice soft and needy, “please touch me, I want you so bad.”

You smirk and move your hands to the waistband of his pants, tugging down gently. He wastes no time pulling his pants and boxers off in one quick movement.

“Good boy.” you say softly, sliding your hand down his abdomen. A strangled moan leaves his lips as you wrap your hand around his cock and start to stroke him. His hips jerk up, desperate for more friction.

“Fuck” he gasps out, his voice a husky whisper. You continue to stroke him slowly, your other hand wandering over his chest and abs, kissing his neck occasionally.

“Love hearing your moans… such a good boy for me.” you say softly in his ear. He can’t contain his whimpers as you continue.

“Feels… so good.” he chokes out through moans, leaning his head back on your shoulder again. He lets out a low moan as you kiss his neck again, panting heavily.

“Such a good boy.” you emphasize, playing with his hair with your other hand.

“Yes, I am… such a good boy for you.”

You can tell that he’s close to the edge.

“You gonna cum for me, baby?”

“Yes… yes.” he gasps, his eyes squeezed shut as he breathes heavily. You stroke faster now, and he lets out a loud moan as he finally lets go, cumming hard on your hand. He pants heavily as he leans back against you, trying to catch his breath. “Thank you.”

You move your hand up to your mouth, licking some of his cum off and swallowing it, then moving your hand to his mouth. He knows exactly what you’re asking of him. His breath hitches at the sight, and he leans forward to lick the rest of his cum off your hand. He swallows then closes his eyes and leans his head back against your shoulder.

“You did so good for me, angel. My good boy.” you wrap your arms around him, holding him close and rubbing his stomach as he recovers. He lets out a contented sigh as he leans back into you further, his body still trembling slightly. He puts his arms over yours, holding onto you tightly as he catches his breath. You let him lean on you for a few more minutes, still rubbing his stomach, before the two of you lay down, you still holding him from behind. He turns over to face you, his lips curling into a smile. You smile back at him and put a hand on his cheek, stroking it gently.

“I missed you so much. Please, don’t ever leave me again.”

His words are like a shot to the heart. You still feel like a horrible person for the way you hurt him, but one thing about Art is he could never hate you, no matter what you do. You pull him close, stroking his hair gently as you whisper, “I won’t. Ever. I promise.”

#challengers #art donaldson #mike faist #brain rot #smut #art donaldson x reader #sub!art donaldson #art donaldson smut #art donaldson fanfic

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theywhowriteandknowthings · 2 days

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Can you pls write cod reaction to reader getting a Brazilian done

So, my HC here is that reader got it done a few days before their boy is due home from a mission/deployment etc. so they can fuck without irritation etc. Click "Keep reading" for all four TF141 boys!

[754 words, NSFW, Explicit, pussy eating, pussy worship, Johnny being a clown, unedited and just my horny thots, let me know if I missed anything]

Price - Has his lips fused to yours and his right hand down the front of your panties the moment he's through the door.

He's had one hell of a shit time on the recent mission, and he missed you like hell.

"What's this then?" he growls as he maps the outline of the thin strip of hair leading down to your clit with his index and middle finger. Hovering just short of where you're aching for him.

"Wanted to surprise you," you gasp as you fawn up into his smouldering baby blues.

"Consider me surprised, love," he hums as he dips his fingers lower, groaning as he nudges your clit, "Now, I'm going to take a quick shower, when I'm out I expect you in bed, naked, so you can show me just how pretty this little cunt looks f'me."

Gaz - Has you on your back, slowly peeling off your clothes as he nips and sucks at your skin as each inch is exposed to him. You're wearing a sexy new set of lingerie that makes his breath hitch as he noses against the lace covering your breasts.

"You didn't have to do this for me, babe," he groans as he palms himself through his trousers. You're spread out on the bed for him, biting your lip with a coy smile as you watch him strip in record time.

"S'not all I did," you say as you watch his one eyebrow raise in piqued curiosity.

"Oh?" he says with a quirk of his lips as he settles between your legs, "Show me."

You gently pull the gusset of your panties to the side to reveal the work of art between your legs. You don't have a moment to brace yourself before he's diving between your thighs, tongue lapping greedily at your clit as he babbles about how sexy it is. He eats you out until you're literally begging him to stop.

Soap - Can't stop grinning the moment you expose your little landing strip to him.

"Eh, bonnie, we match!" He points to his mohawk, then to your cunt and you can't help but laugh at him.

"MacTavish," you growl at him, heat searing over your cheekbones as you make grabby hands at him, "Come here and fuck me."

"Wait a second," he bats your hands away before leaning in closer, hot breath fanning over your already slick folds, "Just want to say hello."

"Johnny," you groan in protest as he runs the tip of his index finger through the short thatch of hair down to your clit.

"Patience, lass," he admonishes you as he rests his cheek on your thigh, "Just admiring her."

You're about to protest once more when he licks a broad stripe from your entrance up to your clit before sucking hard on your clit. You arch your back as he hums against your sensitive bundle of nerves.

"Look at that," he coos, "Sexy minx you are."

Johnny affectionately starts to call your landing strip a Faux-hawk from then on.

Ghost - Genuinely looks puzzled and for a moment you're super self-conscious.

"Do you like it?" You ask, after a whole minute of silence.

"S'alright, I suppose," he says with a shrug. You try not to let the seeming indifference hurt, he can be like this sometimes, you know that.

"Oh," you say with a sheepish smile as you instinctively try to close your legs, his broad torso getting in the way.

"Preferred your bush, sweetheart," he says, picking up on your discomfort as he leans in to kiss your clit with a gentle brush of his lips before he looks up at you with those honey-brown eyes, "But I appreciate the thought, do you like it?"

"Yeah," you say shyly as he lazily drags his tongue back and forth over your swollen nub, "I do."

"Then I fucking love it," he responds with a smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes.

He actually comes around to the idea pretty quickly, the tactile difference against his face of smooth skin and coarse hair drives him wild. He especially likes how it feels when you ride his face.

He asks if you're going to make this a regular thing, and when you say you want to, his smile is feral as he pins you down to worship your body all over again.

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loserlvrss · 2 days

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꒰ 𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓 ꒱ 김동현

summary : you and your boyfriend were truly opposites, but the saying has always been that they attract, hasn’t it?

genre : fluff, leehan x afab!reader, college!au, slice of life tws : language, zombies (yeah..), pet names, mentions of not eating (could be linked to a eating disorder but also idrk) author notes : cringe couple alert (that should be me) word count : 1.4k

your hands were covered in clay, grey-brown coating your skin. you could feel the uncomfortable, but familiar feeling of it drying on your wrists, and you were glad you wore something you were okay with getting messy; because today you had done so many pieces, you were covered in muck.

you had just finished a vase, the bottom a thick sphere, tapering off as it furthered to the top. you spread the wire, after picking it up from beside you, and ran it along the stone. you picked it up carefully, grabbing the damp sponge to smooth out any finger prints.

pottery was your hobby, and you were glad you majored in art. you loved doing pieces on the wheel, and you loved sculpting unconventional things. it never felt like homework to do, and you often found yourself forgetting all about time and spending hours in the schools basement; dusty and dirty, haired tied back, back and shoulders sore, and sweats caked over.

that being said, you also often forgot to have meals as collateral to your happiness, spend time with your friends, and do things that people would deem normal. you hated the saying that you weren’t like other girls but truthfully you’d rather be in this dimly lit room than a club, like the people your age were.

but there was also one person who refused to let you starve to death in this poorly decorated room. and truthfully, he hated the flashing lights just as much, if not more than you did.

“y/n,” you looked up, a smile plastering to your features at the sight of your boyfriend who had been doing work on his computer waiting for you to finish for the last however long, “you’re done?” you nodded, moving the piece to the side, preparing to take it over by your others waiting to get glazed and fired. “it’s pretty.”

“i was thinking about painting little fishes on it and putting it inside our apartment after it gets graded, what do you think?”

“only if you eat first.” he stated, making you laugh in response, “going to die in this ugly place one day, y/n. i swear i’m going to find your body, and that wheel’s still going to be spinning.”

you walked over to the sink, opting to listen as you felt your stomach growl at the thought of eating something for, maybe, the second time today.

“my girlfriend would be a zombie, oh my god, an artsy zombie. wait, what does that even mean?”

you tried your best to scrape the clay from under your nails, however you both were used to finding it in weird places — laughing about it like it was an inside joke.

“actually, i think you might be hot like that. imagine all the rotting skin — you’d never have to do skincare ever again because it’d be falling off all the time — messy hair, but i think you’d hate this being your forever ghost outfit.”

you made a grossed-out face at his obvious jokes; however if he had said this to, or around, anyone else, it would’ve seemed genuine due to his monotone nature and straight face.

“you’re so strange, donghyun. if zombies were your type, i could’ve done my makeup differently.” you pinched his cheek with wet fingers, “but i love you anyways… even if you wouldn’t make a hot zombie.”

“what?” he exclaimed, “no way you think this!”

you were taken aback, “i didn’t know you were so serious about us being zombies… we could be a silly-little zombie couple if you want.” you giggled.

he scoffed, “how romantic, y/n. truly,”

“shut up.” you stuck your tongue out at him, “what’d you bring today?”

he took out a glass container; because he refused the plastic ones, saying something about the consumption of microplastics and fish long before you two had even entertained the idea of being in a relationship, to which you replied save the turtles and thrusted your fist in the air.

“leftovers from last night.” he stated, uncovering the pizza you two had shared over a couple episodes of game of thrones. you were late to the hype, but you liked the show nonetheless. he had fallen asleep on top of you after your hand had made its way into his shaggy hair, half an episode in, small snores echoing against the drama.

you two woke up on the couch in the morning.

“do you want me to heat yours up?” you questioned, motioning to the microwave that was probably older than either of you. “you know i’d rather have it cold as leftovers… but if you want me t —”

he took a bite, focusing back on his laptop, “don’t worry about it, love.”

you, too, took a bite, “what are you even working on?” you asked curiously, looking over his shoulder.

his face was inches from yours when he turned, “can you chew any louder in my ear?” you scoffed, pushing his head lightly to the side, and mocking an obnoxiously loud chew at him. it was probably the least sexy thing you could do. he laughed, “it’s my research final. twelve pages. i’m writing about aquaculture and its impacts on the environment — did you know that they’re actually bigger than agriculture? not that either are greatly sustainable.”

you admired how different you two were, but you loved listening to him go on and on (and on) about the ocean and fish, even if you had no idea what anything truly meant. he really did suit being a marine biology major in your eyes. his enthusiasm was your enthusiasm.

you did love his little fishtank though. and despite him denying it, you knew he loved that you named them all.

“my final is much better than yours,” you laughed, watching his eyebrows furrow behind his glasses, “all i have to do is make a couple pots — which we’re gonna use for our herb garden after! our green onions and garlic are getting so big!” you cooed, “i was thinking about using their old pots for our basil and rosemary plants, do you think that they would work?”

he took his last bite, using both hands to type now, “i think that would be fine, love.”

“and we can use our new vase as our table centerpiece? your mom’s going to come over for dinner soon, i think she’d like it — maybe i’ll make her one.”

he knew that once you put your mind to it, there was no stopping you, “i’ll get you some pretty flowers for both of them.” he was just glad that you had eaten something before the idea popped into your head.

you pondered, “what’s her favorite color, baby? do you think i should make her a couple mugs or a vase? or a cutesy little plate collection? or a pot? fuck it, i’ll just do them all, she has a gar —”

“y/n,” he cut your ramble off, “you’ve already made her a cutesy plate collection for christmas, and a mug for mother’s day, and a couple pots last semester.”

you pouted, “but those plates are deco —”

“make her the vase, love. her favorite color is purple.” he smiled sweetly, “i’ll help you paint it after you’re done turning it. we can give it to her as a slightly-early birthday present when she comes over, yeah?”

“we’ll get her calla lilly’s, right?” you pleaded.

his hand rested against your cheek, taking a break from the keyboard, “yes, and you can tell me all about the meaning while we stand in line.”

you grabbed his wrist, “great… now c’mon!” he eyed you as you pulled him up with you, “you made me watch that fish documentary with you the other day, so i’m going to show you how to make this vase now.”

“baby, i have three pages left,” he tried to compromise, but you blocked it out, “i’ll just help you paint it.”

“no,” you whined, which he found more adorable than annoying, “she’d love it so much more if you helped me spin it, don’t you think?”

he knew that there was no use arguing with you — after all if this whole art-thing didn’t work out, law had always been your alternative.

“fine,” he gave in, sitting down on the stool as you happily skipped over to grab him an apron and collect an adamant amount of clay, “but if i find clay inside my keyboard after this, you’re in for it.”

“terrified. so scared. i’m shaking in my boots, donghyun.” you shuddered playfully, “i guess you’ll actually get what you want if that happens — a zombie girlfriend — luckily for you, this zombie girlfriend of yours has a toothpick and a lot of love for her living boyfriend.”

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volfoss · 2 days

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i think honestly what irritates me about yoshidas work SO much is that people will tell you that banana fish is THE gay manga (ignoring the many things that came before it and were more groundbreaking, ie MW literally having on screen (or like. on panel but still.) gay sex in it and that came out like a decade before BF did) when there really isn't barely any gay rep outside of the pedophiles and the one time ash drops the f slur. like im sorry but somehow yasha, a work she wrote in 1996, has more gay rep in it but also has the same issues.

i truly do not get how people can enjoy banana fish with the rampant racism every 2 pages or the rampant sexual assault plotlines (on women and ash bc he is just... written like how yoshida writes women lmao) that are handled IMPOSSIBLY bad and sincerely i hoped yasha would be better because it had been like a decade or so between works. and then it proceeds to continue with the heres our blonde genius protagonist who everyone is weird as fuck to and will sexually harrass and everyone finds it a VERY funny joke to point out how feminine he is when theres barely any women in the work (if you exclude the ones that are being raped/killed/creepy to minors. which to be fair yasha has toned down the sa a LOT) and that its funny that hes kind of gay except not really!! and its just absurd to me how it just persists in all of her stuff because she is not an author that handles gay stuff well. like the scene in banana fish where ash is completely ok getting gang raped and did it solely to get into the hospital when its been SHOWN that he has a lot of trauma with that. and then right after his friend makes a joke at ash's expense about that. like sincerely and genuinely is this what we are hyping up as the old retro gay manga. go read some tezuka and stop reading shit that the most the main characters do is share a kiss in a nonromantic sense and is obsessed w making every gay person be evil!!

#twist rambles #sorry mw u will always be famous to me (horrible fucking manga to experience for like 50% of the time but also it rocksss and theres #about anything tw worthy in there but i wish more ppl did read it)#sorry im like. i like to read her stuff bc her art is interesting to me but oh my god it makes me so angryyyy #rape mention #ask to tag #like... you do not understand my one sided rivalry w her it is SO intense like... bf was one of the worst reading experiences ive ever had #my tzk gay recs are: black jack (protag literally has a transmasc ex bf) and mw (for aforementioned reasons but its like. genuinely bonkers #and honestly there r a lot of minor characters that r lgbt in his works and like. can we please read smth that doesnt suck 100% of the time #like idk god bf is so baffling to me bc theres NOTHING there other than like. the new horrors every chapter. and yasha seems to be reusing #some plot points so it double sucks. haunted by the one analysis showing how the two had similar themes and point 1 was literally child #exploitation like... man. god it sucks. like not that mw is perfect bc its not and its a media i have a lot of thoughts on but man. id take #that over bf anyday bc like... sincerely how is anyone looking past the horrors there!! the story is a jumbled mess and it rly doesnt have #much to sayyyy but whatever lol!! id love if the characters were in a better media id love if ash didnt end the story feeling positively #towards the man who groomed him but whateverrrr lol #this is super disorganized as a post but like. genuinely it is so infuriating bc some of the plot concepts in yasha have potential and then #she keeps doing this like!!

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yellowocaballero · 2 days

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so! saw you mentioned jjk, so if you wanna talk about it, whats your thoughts been on it so far?

Was waiting to answer this until I finished S2, which I just did.

It's incredible. It's an amazing work of art. Some of the best fighting animation I've ever seen in an anime, some of the best fight scenes period, non-stop gripping and thrilling and incredibly exciting. Gorgeous, cool as fuck, a lot of fun. Binged it and was extremely unwilling to do anything other than watch it. Real 'wander out of my room, rant to my roommates about how good it is, ignore their confused looks and wander back in my room to continue binging' energy.

Beyond that, my thoughts are a bit complex and difficult to put into words. It's great at a lot of things besides action - it has great characters, humor, world-building, everything. I would like to see more of the other things it's good at, and I think that would elevate the fight scenes a lot. I won't go into a tangent about what makes "a good action movie", but basically in good action work the action scenes need to have a lot of weight. S2 was basically 15 episodes of the climax of an incredible action movie, and a lot of the fight scenes would have been stronger if there was greater buildup or a more coherent escalation (Mahito loses every fight, which makes it hard to take his very lengthy subsequent fights seriously)(Gojo himself is a mystifying choice)(My only coherent thought for two episodes straight was 'Mahito just fucking die already'). My personal belief about arcs in serialized works is that they should work as full stories in isolation and have a coherent beginning, middle, climax, and end; one that still slots into the greater narrative of the serialized work and meaningfully develops the characters, world, and overarching plotline. S2 was, again, 15 episodes of climactic fight scene. But the climactic fight scenes were so fucking good.

It's a lot of things that I normally like in theory and are extremely bored of in practice. JJK really lived up to the theory of "what if a shonen action anime was only action and it was so so so so so good". If you do want an example of mangakas who do work that's 95% action that's skimpy on characters/plot/etc but still feel like an extremely complete experience, I recommend Nightow's Blood Blockade Battlefront.

Lots of criticism on a show I fucking loved, but you are talking to someone for whom "they punched so good and then the explosions were so pretty and I pumped the air and was satiated by the violence" is a 5/5 glowing four thumbs up review. The characters themselves were so endearing and fascinating and charismatic, which is an understated but important aspect of an action work. They don't have to be deep or complex, but you do have to get me invested in them and make them fun to watch. It also has incredible and well-utilized women, which esp in male oriented work I do genuinely consider a barometer of quality - not 'badass women automatically makes something good', but 'a creator who can write every character well is good at creating characters and if you can't create all your characters well or feel uncomfortable with portraying half the population then you aren't good at creating characters'.

Geto/Gojo will never be KakaObi and you are all lying to yourselves.

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #yet again nobody out there does it like naruto.#(it being the most unbelievably unhealthy toxic codependent yaoi)#the fic game for jjk is pretty weak which makes me sad.#horniness level very directly correlated to how weak something is.#if you have good recs let me know #my asks #jjk could do a fucking TOURNAMENT ARC and id watch it and enjoy every minute #that's how good it is. a tournament arc.#anime is constantly out here like 'hey do you want me to be something that you love the most.'#'do you want me to do it so so bad.'#yall are all nuts though you care about the weirdest things #I want to watch Sukuna punch so so so so so many things #I want to watch Sukuna make so many explosions #I want to watch 20 episodes of Sukuna just destroying people places and things #what are YOU caring about here. x reader for WHAT.

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meetinginsamarra · 2 days

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mayprompts2024, #27 jealousy

Chapters 1 to 3 here on AO3

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White Pony Tattoo - Part Seven (jealousy)

When both of them had calmed down from all the laughter, Sherlock clapped his hands on his thighs and leant forward in his chair.

“Let’s talk about your cover-up.”

“Please, do.” John fixed all of his attention on Sherlock.

“First of all, whose idea was it to get a tattoo?”

“Oh, that was me. I wanted something of her to last. Something to show how serious it was for me, our marriage. You know, til death do us part, kind of.”

Sherlock hummed but was clearly not impressed by this reason.

“And whose idea was it to put her face on a Virgin Mary image? She has not actually been a virgin when you’ve met, right?”

“Well, no.” John blushed. “It was her idea. Because, you know, her first name was Mary and she thought it was a great...” John trailed off, sighing then looking at Sherlock who thankfully kept his mouth shut but was slowly turning his head in an unmistakable “no”.

Defensively, John added, “It wasn’t, in hindsight, okay?”

“It’s never been right from the start.”

John rolled his eyes. “You just needed to say it out loud, didn’t you?”

“She proposed that you tattoo her face on your arm to make a statement. A clear mark that you’ve been taken, by her. She wanted that the other women and men,” Sherlock winked knowingly at John who merely snorted, “become jealous of her. Look at my prize! It’s mine and mine alone! Possessive behaviour at its best.”

Again, in hindsight, that makes so much sense. John thought ruefully.

Sherlock continued, ignoring the distressed expression on John’s face.

“At least, your tattooist has done quite a good job, technically. No blurring, no wonky lines, no blotchy shading. Good placement of the design, too. Matching the natural contours of your upper arm. Which makes a cover-up much easier.”

“Good. I really want to get rid of this.”

Sherlock stood up. “Come on, John. I’ll explain my process to you.” He opened the purple curtain, holding it open for John to pass through into the room behind.

It housed the actual tattoo studio. The first thing John noticed was that everything in this room was high-end.

The recliner seat for the clients, the worktable with Sherlock’s tools, shelves with bottles of ink, needles and at least five different tattoo guns. Everything was also clinically clean. One corner of the room was occupied by a tiny but professional photo studio, including spotlights and an expensive looking camera on a tripod. There was another worktable with a state-of-the-art computer setup.

“Take off your jumper and stand in front of the camera. This is a special camera with a 3D software. It’ll scan your arm and every line of the tattoo in high-res and send the data to an image generating software on my computer. This way, I can design the perfect phoenix for you, one that will match and cover or even use the lines you already have without any optical distortion.”

“Wow, that’s, Jesus, that is quite elaborate.” John gaped. “All this for a cover-up?”

“No, it’s what I do with all of my clients. It’s the only way to achieve the perfection I desire.”

“Brilliant.” John looked at Sherlock, full of awe. “Extraordinary.”

Sherlock blinked. “Really?”

“Of course, all the effort you put into this!”

Sherlock ruffled his curls, obviously abashed. He turned his head to hide the pinkish blush that had started to spread on his sharp cheekbones and mumbled something unintelligible while he rummaged uselessly around in a drawer.

But John had already seen it.

For all of his aggressive seductive behaviour, could it be that he gets shy when someone genuinely praises and appreciates his process? John mused. A bit ‘all bark but no bite’ under this self-assured demeanour and abrasive personality? I’d really like to to have a photo of this blushing Sherlock, it’s adorable.

The next ten minutes went by in silence, only interrupted when Sherlock told John how to turn and place his arm in front of the camera.

“How long will it take until you’ve got the final design?”

“At least a week. The next days are packed with clients. Also, there’s something else to my process, about creating the perfect ink which takes some time as well.”

John was struck by another question. One that John had not yet thought to ask which might possibly come across as pretty stupid now.

“Erm, we haven’t talked about what you charge for all of this.” Can I even afford this? Him?

“Oh, silly me!” Sherlock exclaimed theatrically. “I forgot to mention that you have to sign a contract in blood and sell your soul.”

“Dork!” John playfully punched Sherlock against the shoulder. “Don’t pull my leg.”

“Ah, don’t look so frightened, John. You can afford my services. I charge my clients depending on their wealth, you know? I helped a disfigured young man for the price of a bottle of ink and I had a rich investment banker pay me 600 pounds an hour. I’m not going to rob you blind.”

“Ta.” Relief flooded John, then he remembered Sherlock’s last remark. “What’s that about the ink?”

“Yes, right.” Sherlock’s voice got excited. “Do you want to see something really special? A secret?”

“Oh, God, yes.”

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Give Me Something Beautiful

Summary: Morrigan's ordinary life takes an extraordinary turn when Noah Sebastian, the lead singer of Bad Omens, stumbles upon her quaint little shop adorned with her captivating photography. Intrigued by her talent and drawn to her genuine spirit, Noah invites Morrigan to capture the essence of his band's concert through her lens. Their initial friendship blossoms into a deep and meaningful connection as they spend time together, fueled by their shared love for art and music. Despite their challenges as their worlds collide, Morrigan and Noah navigate the complexities of fame and intimacy, ultimately finding solace and strength in each other's arms. Through their journey from strangers to lovers, they discover that amidst life's chaos, true beauty lies in the simple moments shared between two souls destined to be together.

Pairings: Noah Sebastian x OC

Content Warning: Heavy making out (finally), lots of touching.

Word Count: 2964

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Chapter Nine

Waking to a persistent buzzing by my head, I groggily checked the time—it was eight in the morning. Fortunately, our next venue was only an hour away, granting me the luxury of more sleep. A knock interrupted my efforts as I fumbled to hit the snooze button. Sighing, I tossed my pillow over my head, hoping to deter the visitor. Yet, as expected, they persisted. Reluctantly, I shuffled to the door, opening it to find Jolly with a to-go cup of coffee, which he thrusts towards me as a peace offering.

I take the cup, giving Jolly a tired smile. "Thanks," I mumble, the aroma of coffee instantly awakening my senses.

Jolly grins back, his eyes bright with energy. "I thought you could use it after last night," he chirps. My cheeks slightly turn pink, but I push the thoughts away, understanding that he meant how late we all stayed up. "Also," he begins, "I know this morning was supposed to be a sleep-in morning, but we got scheduled for a last-minute interview before our photoshoot. The others are heading out that way, but I thought you would like to join us."

After considering Jolly's invitation, I nod in agreement. "Sure, I'll join you guys," I reply, mustering up some energy.

Jolly's grin widens. "Great! I'll wait for you downstairs," he says before bounding down the hallway. I could get dressed quickly thanks to Jolly’s coffee, which he brought me. Given the excitement of last night's event, I decided to go all out to catch Noah’s attention. I wore my black skirt that stopped mid-thigh, fishnets with a snake pattern, and then settled for a nice solid black U-neck long-sleeved shirt paired with my favorite boots. Grabbing my camera and a cross-body bag, I head to the lobby, where I meet Jolly. He gives me a small smile, and we make our way to the car together.

The journey to the interview and photoshoot spot passed swiftly, with Jolly's company, his jokes breaking the silence and making the trip enjoyable. As we traveled, I opened up to Jolly, eventually feeling comfortable enough to confide in him about the unexpected kiss with Noah. His attentive listening and reassuring presence provided me with the support I needed at that moment. Jolly's understanding and encouragement were a balm to my nerves, easing the weight of the situation and allowing me to breathe a little easier.

As we arrived at the location, a wave of nerves washed over me. Jolly noticed and gave my wrist a reassuring squeeze. To my surprise, Kristina and her team were already there. Excitedly, I waved down Kristina, and when our eyes met, I could see a mix of emotions in her expression—happiness and concern. Slightly confused, she met me halfway and smiled at me.

“Morrigan, it’s great to see you,” she exclaims while looking past me. I smile back at her.

“It’s great to see you, too! It’s a nice surprise to see you!” I said excitedly. Her attention was still focused on whatever was happening behind me. I turned to look, but she hesitantly stopped me.

“Why don’t you follow me to look at the photoshoot area?” she asks. I nodded and followed her.

As she explained what would happen during the shoot, I heard a laugh that caught my attention. I looked to my right and saw Noah leaning forward, talking to a girl across the room. My heart stopped for a minute, feeling confused and hurt. Not focused on where I was walking, I ran into someone and caused them to drop something, causing it to shatter. Noah looked up, and we made eye contact, his expression a mix of shock, confusion, and sorrow. The girl noticed Noah looking past her, so she turned around.

It felt like time had stopped when I saw it was Noah’s ex. As she and I made eye contact, she smiled maliciously. I quickly turned my attention to the mess I had made, my lip quivering. “I am so sorry,” I said, trying to hold back tears. As I helped pick up the broken pieces, I cut my hand. “Fuck,” I hiss loudly in pain. Noah was by my side, checking my hand the next thing I knew.

“Are you okay?” He asks, concerned. Head dizzy from the situation, all I could do was nod. I look up at Kristina, but she looks away, unable to meet my gaze. Noah’s ex stands beside her and whispers something in her ear that makes her shake her head. Noah puts his finger on my chin and turns my attention to him. “Hey, are you sure? The cut looks pretty bad,” he states.

“It doesn’t look too bad to me; I just think you’re exaggerating,” the girl said. She then pulls Noah off of me, giving me room to stand up. “Hi, I’m Jade. It’s nice to meet the girl that Noah was bragging about on stage,” she said with an unsettling smile. I shake her hand with my good one, then promptly look at Noah. He wouldn’t meet my gaze; instead, he excuses himself and heads toward the boys, who seem to be just as concerned. Jolly gives me a knowing look before he glares at Noah.

Feeling confused and hurt, I watch as Noah walks away without a word. His actions leave me feeling abandoned and alone in the midst of the chaos. Jade’s unsettling smile lingers in my mind, adding to the discomfort of the situation. Jolly's glare at Noah speaks volumes, conveying his disapproval of Noah's behavior.

As the commotion settles down, I take a moment to compose myself, trying to set aside the hurt and concentrate on the task after getting my hand cleaned and wrapped. Despite the tension in the air, I know that I need to stay strong and carry on with the shoot. As the boys settle for their interview, I get my camera ready. As I approach them, I notice Jade fixing Noah’s hair. Jealousy starts to run its course through my veins. I swallow hard, pushing down the insecurity and jealousy that threaten to overwhelm me. Reminding myself to stay professional, I approach the group with a forced smile, ready to capture the moments of the interview.

“Morrigan, take a picture of us!” Jade exclaims excitedly. All the boys, except for Noah, look at me with confusion, while Jolly regards me with concern. I give them a slight smile and focus on the task. Noah looks embarrassed but quickly masks it when Jade places her hand on his chest. Reluctantly, I took their picture. Jade runs over to me to check it, cooing over the shot and motioning for Noah to see it.

With my eyes trained on the ground, Noah makes his way over to us. Without looking at him, I hand him the camera. “Aren’t we just the cutest, baby?” Jade asks Noah. My heart breaks even further as I hear him respond.

“Yeah,” he says. I glance up and notice he is staring at me. We make eye contact for a split second before I take my camera back and head over to the other boys, trying to hide the pain in my eyes. Trying to distract myself from the situation, I sit between Jolly and Folio, turning the camera towards us to take pictures. Once I'm done, I move over to Nick. As I go to sit down next to him, he pulls me onto his lap and leans in towards my ear.

“Play along. Jolly and I have a plan to show Noah that he’s messing up,” he whispers. My cheeks flush as I glance over and see Noah watching us with an unreadable expression. Suddenly, Nick presses his lips to my temple and snaps a picture of us. Noah's gaze intensifies as he witnesses the kiss. The air is thick with tension, but I do my best to stay composed.

Nick hands the camera back to me, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “You’re doing great,” he murmurs, reassuringly squeezing my arm. I smile, grateful for his support. As the interview begins, I move around the set, taking shots of the boys as they answer questions and joke around. Noah's eyes follow me, and I can sense his growing agitation.

During a break, Jolly pulls me aside. “You’re doing great,” he says with a wink. I nod, trying to muster confidence. When the interview resumes, Noah seems distracted, glancing my way every few minutes. I catch him staring a few times, and each time, he quickly looks away, a troubled expression on his face. After the interview, the boys gather for the photoshoot. As Kristina moves the boys around and positions them, I notice Noah trying to catch my eye, but I ignore him. Instead, I take a few behind-the-scenes shots, focusing mainly on Nick, Jolly, and Folio. I can feel Noah's gaze on me, but I focus on the task, snapping photos of the other guys as they laugh and joke around.

Looking to my left, I see Jade glaring daggers at me, clearly annoyed by Noah's focus on me. In a moment of impulsive defiance, I lift my camera and take a picture of her. Her expression of surprise and anger is captured perfectly, and I can't help but feel a slight sense of satisfaction. I hear a few chuckles and glance to see Nick and Jolly laughing at what happened. Noah, noticing the laughter, looks over with a puzzled expression. Realizing she's become the center of attention for the wrong reasons, Jade tries to regain her composure.

"Alright, let's get back to the shoot," Kristina interjects, hiding a smile and bringing everyone's focus back to the photoshoot. She directs the boys into their following poses, and I take a deep breath, forcing myself to concentrate on my work. As the shoot progresses, Noah continues to steal glances at me, his eyes filled with a mixture of emotions. I do my best to ignore him, channeling all my energy into capturing the best shots of the band.

During a brief break, Nick saunters to me with a sly grin. "You're handling this like a pro," he says, nudging me gently.

I nod, appreciating his support. "Thanks, Nick. It's just... a lot."

He nods in understanding. "Trust me, we see what's going on. Just hang in there." As Nick heads back to the boys, I head to the snack table, hoping to drown my sorrows in some food. I bend slightly to grab a small sandwich, feeling my skirt ride up slightly. Flustered, I quickly grab the sandwich and stand up. As I turned around, I noticed Noah staring right at me, his cheeks reddened and his gaze intense. His eyes lock onto mine, and for a moment, everything else fades away. The noise of the photo shoot, the chatter of the crew—it all becomes a distant hum.

Noah makes his way over to me. “Morrigan,” he starts, his voice tinged with urgency and vulnerability. “Can we talk?”

I glance around, aware of Jade's presence and the crew's watchful eyes. "Now's not the best time, Noah," I reply, trying to keep my voice steady.

“No, it is," he insists, closing the distance between us. "I need you to understand how I feel."

Before I can respond, Jade's voice rings out, dripping with false sweetness. "Noah, darling, we're ready for you."

He hesitates, torn between his duty and the need to resolve things with me. I give him a slight, reassuring nod. "Go. We'll talk later."

Noah reluctantly turns away, his shoulders slumping slightly as he heads back to the set. I watch him go, my heart heavy with unresolved emotions. As the shoot continues, I try to focus on my work, but my mind keeps drifting back to Noah. His intense stare and words replay in my mind, making concentrating hard. As the shoot concludes, I observe Noah heading in my direction, but he gets intercepted by Jade once more. Frustration wells up inside me as I let out a sigh and turn to join the rest of the boys by the door.

The journey to the venue was subdued, with everyone feeling exhausted and eager to proceed to the soundcheck. Fortunately, the soundcheck went smoothly without any hiccups. I felt relieved knowing that Jade was no longer around, which allowed me to relax and capture some fun moments during the soundcheck. After it was over, I took a stroll through the hallways to familiarize myself with the venue layout, ensuring I would know my way around during the concert. As I walked past the dressing room, the door opened, and I was pulled inside.

With the sound of the door closing and locking, Noah pushes me up against it, his forehead resting on mine. Instantly, his lips meet mine with passion and urgency. As the kiss intensifies, he lifts my left leg slightly, his hand moving up my thigh, slipping under my skirt. As his hand moves further up my thigh, I feel a rush of heat coursing through me. Despite the moment's intensity, a voice in the back of my mind urges caution. I gently push against his chest, breaking the kiss.

"Noah, we need to take a step back," I whisper, my breath catching. He pauses, his eyes searching mine for a moment before nodding and resting his forehead on mine. We stand in silence, the air heavy with unspoken desires and emotions. "We also need to address what happened this morning," I state firmly. Noah takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a second. When he opens them, I can see sincerity within them.

"I know," he replies softly, his voice tinged with remorse. "I apologize for what happened. I didn't handle it properly." He reaches out to gently cup my cheek, his touch tender. “What I did was foolish; I promise that nothing is happening between us. She just showed up with Kristina, and I didn’t know how to manage the situation. I was trying not to upset her because it would have made things worse." I focus my gaze anywhere but his, trying to process what he said.

“I know my apology doesn’t excuse what I did,” he stated earnestly. “But I just need you to understand how I feel. I realize that if you don’t accept my apology, I deserve that. But please know, Morrigan, it's only you that I have my eyes on. I won’t make that mistake again. It’s you and only you.” Noah's words hit me like a wave, and my breath caught in my throat. The sincerity in his voice leaves me speechless, emotions swirling within me.

With my mind made up, I moved my arms around his neck and brought his lips to mine. Giving him an equally passionate kiss as he first gave me. As he taps on the back of my thighs, I jump up and wrap them around his waist. He starts to move us to the couch, placing me on my back and towering on top of me. "I accept your apology, Noah," I manage to say breathlessly between our kisses, my heart pounding. Our teeth clashed as he fervently lifted my skirt and gripped my hips with urgency. A moan escaped my lips, fueling his desire even more.

There was a jiggle on the handle, followed by a knock on the door. Noah buried his face in the crook of my neck and groaned in frustration, his arousal evident through his pants. I breathlessly giggle and tap him on the shoulder. “Go into the bathroom; I'll get the door,” I whisper urgently. He chuckles as he swiftly makes his way into the bathroom, giving me space to handle the interruption.

I quickly adjust my appearance and open the door, finding myself face-to-face with Folio. “Hey, are you okay? Why was the door locked?” he asks, his expression filled with concern.

“Sorry about that. I needed a quiet space and a moment to myself. This felt like the safest place to be, and I didn’t want to be disturbed,” I explained with an innocent smile. Folio returned my smile with an empathetic one and gave me a quick hug, understanding my need for privacy.

“Do you need anything?” Folio asks kindly. I shake my head and thank him. He nods and then looks around the room. “Have you seen Noah anywhere? We need to strategize for tonight,” he states, his tone indicating a sense of urgency.

I shake my head, feigning confusion. “No, I haven’t. Have you tried checking if he’s outside? I thought I saw him heading in that direction earlier,” I suggest, trying to divert Folio's attention away from the bathroom where Noah is hiding. Folio shakes his head and, with a slight wave and thanks, makes his way to the exit. Sighing in relief, you close the door again and clear your throat. “You can come out now,” I said with a small laugh. Noah shuffles out awkwardly and adjusts himself, looking back to normal. He comes up and gives me a soft kiss.

“I better go,” he says softly, looking into my eyes.

“Yeah,” I answered back. With one last kiss, Noah slipped out of the room. I sank onto the sofa, feeling emotions swirling within me. Reflecting on what just happened, I can't help but feel a rush of warmth and excitement. My cheeks flushed as I replayed the moments in my mind, butterflies fluttering in my stomach. After several deep breaths, I left the room to prepare for the show.

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