#HE CALLS HIM TOBS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TOBS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sovonight]

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[13a07s]

Greedy

(Tobio Kageyama Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Kwonrugger]

Requested by: Myself, per usual

Word Count: 3,781

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

Name Calling: Brat, Dove/y, Lair, Greedy, Desperate

Hickeys/Scratching

Titty Play

Fingering

Degrading

Mean but soft Dom

Thigh Humping

Accidental Orgasm Denial

Choking

Raw Dogging

Thigh Shot

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     I can feel the sweat rolling down my back, sliding between my boyfriend and me. Despite the broken air conditioning in the hotel room, Tobio refuses to give me space, partly because he's stubborn and partly because he can't sleep without touching me.

     Well, because of all that, I'm lying on my stomach, his arms wrapped around my waist and tucked under me, uncomfortably pressed into my belly. His head is settled between my shoulder blades, his soft breathing mixing with the sweat coating my back to bring a hint of cooling to my body. Our legs are tangled together, only adding to the heat wrapping my body.

     All the blankets have been pushed to the floor, Tobio in a pair of boxers as I lay in booty shorts and a crop top. His added body weight on top of mine makes the heat so much worse. My skin feels like it's scorching, melting right off the bone and joining the puddles of sweat I'm sure are forming under us.

     "Tobio," I huff, rolling my shoulders to try and wake him out of his shallow sleep. He only stopped stirring five or six minutes ago, so he can't be too deep into sleep yet. "Tob," I call again, his name coming out whiner this time. "I'm hot. I want to sleep. You're not helping. Get off so I can cool down for a second," I continue, fully giving in to the tantrum as I thrash around under him.

     "Stop whiny. You sound like a brat," he finally answers, voice raspy from being jerked awake. "You'll be fine once you fall asleep."

"I can't fall asleep. It's too hot."

"You can," he sighs, his head shifting so he can rest his chin on my back. "You're just not tired enough." I let out another whine, this one long and pitched. "Don't do that. I don't like when you whine." No, he doesn't, which is why it's my go-to when I want to get my way, and right now I want to cool off enough to fall asleep.

"Tobi," I whimper, wiggling around under him again. "Fix it."

"Fine," he grumbles, tipping his head again as he picks some of his body weight off of me. A soft sigh releases from me, happy he's finally going to talk to the hotel staff about giving us a different room instead of 'leaving it be'.

     His mouth stumbles a trail up my back, coating his lips in the salty sweat that seems to drench every inch of my skin. Tobio's arms loosen from my waist, one sliding to rest against my hip as the other one shoves its way down my exposed stomach, struggling to move from being sandwiched between the mattress and me. "Move your hips, Dove," he grumbles, tightening his hold to move them himself.

     Tobio lifts my hips upward, just enough to freely move his hand under me. Despite the barely arching and him moving off of me earlier, we're pressed against each other again. He nuzzles at my shirt, pushing the material until it's balled up on the back of my neck. He trails his kisses across the newly exposed skin of my shoulders. One hand keeps inching down as the other one loops around my side again, racing up my body.

     "This isn't fixing it," I breathe out, a different warmth quickly crawling across my skin.

     "Yes, it is," he softly argues, nimble fingers dipping past my waistband. "If you're tired enough, you'll sleep. I'm just helping to waste some energy," Tobio babbles, the most eager of his hands shoving its way under the short shirt I'm wearing, happily cupping my breast.

His fingertips toy with my boob for a second before catching my nipple, instantly pinching it. "Tobio," I whine, my hips jerking against him.

"Dove," he murmurs, still half asleep but his hands are very much awake. "Stop squirming," he orders, lips latching on my shoulder blade, quickly turning the kiss into a rough suck. The hand down my shorts toys with me, his middle finger rolling through my pussy. Up and down, up and down; he pinches my nipple every time the pad of his finger rolls over my clit.

My back starts to arch, Tobio's gentle teasing slowly building my lust. "You're teasing," I whimper, jerking my hips again in hopes of his finger slipping in. I don't get what I want.

"Stop squirming," he grumbles again, his hips working against mine to shove me back into position. Tobio's finger settles on my clit, slowly circling it in tone with him rolling my nipple between his thumb and finger.

A soft ache starts blossoming from the spot on my shoulder he's sucking on. The ache mixes with my arousal, tying my stomach in all kinds of knots. "Tobs," I hiss, my needs lacking fulfillment starting to make my body feel like it's vibrating.

"Dove," he mutters, his tongue sliding over the forming bruise. "Take your shirt off," he orders, nuzzling the material of my crop top again. I eagerly obey, squirming around under him so I can wiggle my shirt off. The clothing is thrown to the floor and added to the piled-up blankets.

Tobio's hand drops away from my titty, disappearing behind me as his fingertip pushes on my clit just a tad more. The sloppy sound of him sucking on them only excites me more, my hips grinding against his hand and the mattress for just an ounce more of stimulation. There's a popping sound, his fingers leaving his mouth and then a "You're greedy. You know that, right?"

"I know, I'm sorry, I know," I babble, irritation from lack of and the need for attention quickly making me more desperate.

"You should be, Dovey," he coos, pulling his hand away from me. It's quickly replaced by two of his spit-soaked fingers, toying with my hole, stretching it but not allowing his fingers to dip past the first knuckle. "You woke me up knowing I have a big game against Italy tomorrow just because your pussy tingled."

"I woke you up because I was hot," I whimper, trying to shove my hips further downward, aching for more. For more of literally anything he's willing to give me. It's not fair how quickly he makes me needy. It's not fair that he always turns it on me. I just wanted to cool down, he's the one that turned it sexual and the one that made me even more bothered by the heat.

"Lair."

I tremble more because of the degrading. "I'm not a lair," I continue to whine, propping myself on all fours, deepening the curve of my back. My hips shift backward with the movement, my ass pressed against Tobio harder and my boobs pushed outward because of the arching.

He shifts too, settling on his knees but still bent over me. "You look like a porn star," he mumbles, the feeling of his eyes scorching over my skin. "Are you trying to be an amateur porn star?"

"No."

"Are you sure? You're acting desperate." Tobi asks, finally inching down to his second knuckle. The shaky moan that rips from my throat is embarrassing. More soft moans spill from me, eased out by the soft suckles and the few nibbles he paints my back with.

It's not fair. Why does my boyfriend get to be so hot? So good at playing me? So mean? So quick to make me desperate by the smallest of touches?

My head quickly nods, hips bucking backward again. I need him deeper, I need him to move faster, I need more. "It's pathetic how much you get off on being talked down to. A greedy cunt gets wet from being treated like this. Is your cunt wet? Is it?"

"Yes. I'm sorry. Tobio, I'm sorry. Please?" I ramble, continuing to rock my hips.

He lets out a sigh, his fingers thrusting deep into me. Another embarrassingly broken moan falls from my mouth, my pussy finally getting the attention it wants. "It's okay, Dove. You're a pretty girl, even if you are greedy and desperate," he mutters, lips brushing across my spine, spilling shivers across my body. "My pretty girl," he adds, slowly pulling his fingers out of me before inching them back in.

"Your pretty girl. I'm your pretty girl," I mumble, the attention I desperately wanted quickly not being enough anymore. "Please Tobio?"

     His hips roll against my ass, his dick pressed against me and starting to harden. "You sound desperate. Are you desperate? You're certainly greedy. Is this not enough for you? You're ungrateful."

     "I'm not desperate. I'm not greedy. I need more, please," I whimper, shifting my weight so I can shoot my hand down, gripping the wrist that's resting against my stomach.

     Tobio's fingers stall in me, unable to thrust in and out because of my grip. "You're not greedy?" He taunts, curling his fingers in me, keeping the slow teasing rhythm. "I should be sleeping and you're whining that it's not enough. That's greedy."

     "I'm not greedy," I repeat, nails digging into his wrist, rocking my hips again. "Tobi, please." He clicks his tongue at me, yanking his hand to take away what little stimulation he was giving me. "Tobio," I huff, shoving my butt against his boner.

     "Nope," he mutters, hands gripping my hips and pushing them off of himself. "Greedy girls don't get what they want, so I'm going back to bed."

     "What?" I yelp, jerking my head around to look at him. Tob moves from behind me, flopping on the bed next to me. Disapproving noises spill from my lips as I watch him stretch out in the bed, eyes shut as he lays on his back. "Tobio," I whimper, darting toward him, settling with his thigh between my legs.

     "Dovey," he hums, a hand jumping to grip one of my titties. His thumb rolls over my nipple, his other fingers squeezing my flesh. My hips roll against his thigh, grinding against the defined muscle to stimulate myself. "Greedy girl," Tobio coos, peaking at me with a soft grin on his face. "So desperate to get off that you're willing to hump my leg until your cunt is drooling all over me."

"You're being mean. Why are you so mean?" I babble, my hands pressed against his chest to steady myself as I ride his thigh.

"I'm sorry, Dove," he coos, twirling my nipple between his fingers again. "I'm just tired," Tobio hums, dragging himself into a seated position. His back is to the headboard and his dark blue eyes are locked on my face, watching me pathetically trying to get myself off. 

     "Tob," I try whining again, my hands jumping to cling to his shoulder. My nails are instantly digging into his muscles, clinging to them, tearing at them, as I hump him like a dog.

     His grin only grows at my little act, his free hand jumping up to play with my neglected boob. "Dove?" Tobio calls back, skillful fingers twirling, pinching, and tugging at my nipples. "Stop whining and tell me what you want."

     "You," I exhale, my breath rising the closer I get to finishing. I change my mind, I don't want Tobio, I just want to cum. An approving hum leaks from him, his hands leaving my chest to grip my hips. "No! No, no, no, no," I almost cry when he lifts my hips off of him.

     "You're fine, greedy but fine," he lectures, continuing to pull me forward until our noses bump each other. "Give me a kiss," Tobio murmurs, fingertips sliding past my waistband again, slowly pushing my shorts off of me. I happily oblige, brushing my lips against his as my hands slide to wrap around his neck.

Our kisses heat up with every passing second it takes him to tug my shorts off of me. By the time they're around my ankles, ready to be tugged full off of me, Tobio's tongue is exploring my mouth. His tongue rolls over mine in tune with his lips dancing with me. A displeased groan escapes me when he pulls away, pearly teeth pressed into an egotistical grin. "Greedy girl," he coos, pulling my shorts off and tossing them off the bed.

When his hands are off of me, my hips instantly fall back down, grinding against his thigh again. "I know. I'm greedy. I'm so greedy. I need," I cut myself off with a bumpy moan, my hands knotting with the hair on the nape of his neck.

Tobio chuckles at me, the tone of the laughter soft and entertained. "You need what, Dove?" He hums, a hand on my hip, helping me ride his thigh. "To cum? Is my greedy girl so greedy that she needs to cum too? You can't stand just being edged, you just have to finish too," he rambles, his eyes crawling across my body, sticking on my titties before falling to the mess slowly leaking onto his boxers.

"Please?" I murmur, yanking on his hair before my fingers loosen my hold. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I'm sorry," I ramble, running my fingers through his hair.

"You're fine, Dove," he mutters, his free hand shooting back to rub at his neck, soothing the ache I'm sure the hair tug left. "My greedy, Dovey," he teases, both arms on my hips before he flips us over.

Tobio's lips explore my chest, his mouth sucking on any skin he can reach. My back crashes to the mattress, legs wrapped around his thigh and arms tighter around his neck. He's settled on top of me, pressing his leg against my dripping cunt, continually rubbing against me. One of his strong hands settles on the pillow next to my head, holding his weight.

His other hand is sliding down his stomach, inching toward his boxers. My hands loosen before falling away from him, colliding with the bed sheet and balling it up. "Tobio," I whimper, my back curving to work with his leg. My eyes are locked on his boner, chilled claws ticking down my spine when his dick pushes past his waistband.

"Patience, greedy," he mutters before his mouth latches on my boob, sucking on my nipples as his tongue slides over it. My body is buzzing with excitement, sparks of my approaching orgasm making my pussy tingle and waves of arousal coating my chest from Tobio's fixation on my breast. His hands grip my knees, tugging my legs off of his thigh.

"Tobio," I hiss, disappointment and irritation from another stumped orgasm replacing the heavenly vibrations that were just coating my veins.

"Hush, you're fine," he grumbles, situating my legs over his shoulders before his long fingers settle on my throat. Tobio's lips dance over my breast, pressing me further into a ball so he can reach them. "Here you go, greedy," he huffs, his breath rolling over my spit-soaked nipples, making them harden even more.

The tip of his dick pushes into me, instantly sparking the edge of my orgasm again. "One," he mutters, head lifting, his forehead settled against mine as his eyes stare straight into my soul. The fingers wrapped around my throat tightening the slightest. "Two," he adds, pushing himself further into me. "Three... four." For every inch that slips in, Tobio's hand tightens around my neck. "Five... six." His head falls to my titties again, kitty licks sliding against each nipple before he looks up at me again. "Seven... and eight."

My legs are already trembling, tightening around Tobio and squeezing his cheeks. Wetness leaks from me, coating his balls resting against me. His tongue clicks a couple of times as he looks over me, almost bored eyes scanning my face. "Your pussy is still trying to suck me in. Are eight inches not enough? Do you really need more? Are you that greedy?" He taunts, my cheeks heating from being called out o my pussy clenching around him.

"You're perfect. I swear. Perfect. Tob, please," I babble, my voice wheezy from my airflow being cut smaller.

He hums, eyes glued to my breasts as his fingers relax just a smudge. "I should go back to sleep. I have a big day tomorrow." A whimper mixed with disappointment and need squeaks out, breaking some of the boredom in his eyes, and causing his lust to start taking over. "You'd probably spend all night humping my leg though, wouldn't you? Too horny and greedy not to get your way."

"Please?"

Tobio rolls his eyes, a grin toying the edges of his mouth. "Fine, Dove," he mutters, failing to hide the excitement in his voice. He drags himself out of me, slowly inching his way back in. "Who's my greedy girl?" He coos, thrusts picking up speed as his lips slide across my boobs, littering them with kisses.

"Me. I'm greedy. I'm your greedy girl," I instantly give in, degrading myself so he doesn't get any ideas about denying me again. My hands release the sheets balled up in my fingers, jumping to cling to the wrist wrapped around my throat. "It's me, Tobio."

"Ya, it is," he huffs, hips snapping against mine, adding to the aches starting to form. The position hurts my joints, being folded in half, and pushed into a ball so Tobio can enjoy having his face squeezed and getting to suck on my breasts. "My greedy girl. My greedy pussy. So desperate for me. All mine."

"All yours," I echo, squirming under him. His dick feels good, I love being split open by Tobio's cock, but it's not enough.

The squirming catches his attention, his thrusts slowing down as his eyes scorch over my body, trying to figure out what's going on. "Always wanting more," he grunts, moving himself on top of me. More of Tobio's weight is pressed into me, helping his dick reach deeper and adding more pressure to the chokehold he has on my throat.

With his weight off his free hand, it slides down, the pads of his fingertips instantly finding my clit. "Better, greedy?" He grumbles, his hips snapping against mine again.

"Yes," I hiss, nails digging into his wrists and my thighs crushing his face harder.

Tobio grumbles, spilling out insults about my greediness, a few insults being broken up by his grunts. His cock is never out of me long, plunging right back into me as soon as he pulls out. "Do you hear that?" He mumbles, latching on my nipple for a second. "Do you hear how wet you are? How sloppy your cunt sounds? It's only going to sound sloppier when you cream all over my cock."

The degrading and teasingly slow swirls to my clit do it for me, finally, bringing the orgasm that's been denied twice already tonight. "Tobio, Tobio, Tobio," I moan, releasing his wrist to reach for his shoulders. My nails tear at him, clawing up and down his chest and shoulders, unable to keep a grip on him because of his continuous thrusts. My chest pumps quicker as my orgasm washes over me, the choking I'm receiving making it difficult to keep up with my breaths.

Tobio is unfazed by the scratching, but his fingers do loosen around my neck, allowing more air to pump into my lungs as I come undone. "Breathe, Dove, calm yourself," he murmurs, his thrusts slowing - but not stopping - as his fingers massage my neck. "Calm down, you're doing great, greedy girl."

"Tobio, Tobi, Tob," I whimper, finally being able to grip his shoulders, using my hold to pull him closer. "Please!"

"Calm down," he coos, but he does give in, thrusting into me faster. My head is filled with a soft cloudy buzzing. Tobi was trying to be nice, trying to let me take a breather as I wind down, but I'm too greedy to take the offer. Too greedy to allow him to stop while his dick is still hard, still prepared to pump me full. "Greedy girl," he insults again, soft sucks being littered across my breasts, chunks of my flesh being sucked into his mouth.

"Please?" I whine again, tears prickling the corners of my eyes. Everything feels like a lot. Tobio buried in me, rubbing my pussy, his fingers feathering over my clit, his mouth and tongue sliding over my breasts, paying attention to my nipples. Still, I need him until he's spent.

"I'm almost there, Dove. I promise, just hold on for a second," Tobio murmurs, hand tightening around my throat again. His breath is huffy, his end approaching quickly like he promised. His head snaps up, leaving my nipples sore and soaked from his constant sucking. "Needy, greedy, dove," he hisses, hand squeezing until my oxygen is completely cut off, filling my head with a new layer of fogginess.

     The thrusting of Tobio's hips picks up, snapping faster, pressing into me harder. His eyes stay locked on mine, sharp and focused, the same look he has right before the ball falls into his hands, ready to be perfectly set in the middle of an intense game. "Fuck," he almost whimpers, breaking the burning tension that was spilling from his eyes.

     Both his eyes and dick tear away from me, cum shooting out of his tip. His movement isn't fast enough for him though, the warm stickiness coating my thighs. "Damn it," he groans, fingers loose and his head buried in my titties once again. "I wanted to finish on your boobs," Tobio mutters, brushing feathery light kisses across my skin. "You make me greedy too, Dove. Greedy for your pussy."

     I can't help the smile that pulls at my lips, enjoying the fact Tobio is as needy for me as I am for him. "Next time," I hum, careful fingers crawling across his shoulders, feeling for the already puffing scratches that coat them.

     After a few moments, he moves off of me, his actions slow and careful. "Are you tired now?" Tobio asks, his whole body freezing when he moves my legs, my hip popping from finally being let out of the position it was stuck in.

"Ya, I am," I mutter, sleepiness washing over me like a spell as soon as his question is out.

Instantly, Tobio's attention is on my hip, massaging it as he lathers it with kisses. "You stay right there," he mutters pulling away to climb out of bed.

      My droopy eyes follow his movements, watching him head toward the bathroom. "Gladly."

     He looks over his shoulder for a second, a soft smile on his face as his blue eyes sparkle at me. "What a greedy Dove I have."

[y-rhywbeth2]

Something I love about BG1+2 is how it simultaneously plays and subverts the demigod/chosen one narrative (which continues in BG3, except with only the subversion. (And Halsin is not joking when Durge tells him what they are: Do NOT advertise that you're a Bhaalspawn.))

I've always been fond of the set up in Saradush in ToB, where the surviving children of Bhaal are being corralled into the besieged city under promise of protection against the entire world - because basically literally the entire world is trying to kill the Bhaalspawn: Your more powerful siblings want you dead; your mortal neighbours, and likely your nation itself either thinks you're inherently evil and are ready to kill you, or you represent such a threat that they're ready to drive you out and/or kill you just in case. Case in point: the aforementioned siege outside the city walls with the army that wants you dead currently raining giant flaming rocks of death over your head.

Some of these guys have no idea what they are, or what's happening, until attempted murder happens.

Like this discussion with one of your random brothers, a guy called Alexander:

Alexander: "You don't look like one of the locals. Are you a child of Bhaal as well, lured here like the rest of us to face our inevitable end?" Charname: "As well? What do you mean?" Alexander: "I myself am one of Bhaal's progeny - or so I've been told. I guess Bhaal's blood runs thicker in some of his children than in others." Sarevok: "By your snivelling manners, I would say Bhaal's blood runs very thin indeed in your veins. Bah-why do I even waste my breath tormenting this cowering cur?" Alexander: "Uh... is there anything else I can help you with?" Charname: "How did you get here exactly?" Alexander: "I wasn't brought here by Melissan, like some of the others. My home village was burned to the ground by a dragon who claimed to be hunting me. My friends... my family... they threatened to give me to the dragon if I didn't leave. So I did. And I heard a lot of other Bhaalspawn were coming here. *sigh* Now I almost wish I hadn't come."

Spoiler alert: He dies. Every single Bhaalspawn in that city dies*, along with everybody except a handful of commoners (*except maybe Viekang, who was not particularly inclined to murder me, so Murder in Baldur's Gate is weird.)

You, a simple peasant from a farming village one day come of age and learn that your absent father was a god, and you are forced to flee forces that are trying to kill you (in this case, your much more powerful half-brother)... it sounds like the start to some kind of fantasy epic, but instead of any fancy destiny you end up in a war torn city surrounded by castoff divine bastards just like you, terrified and unwanted, and then you die, and are forgotten.

And that's what being a Bhaalspawn is!

Whatever grand lies Bhaal tells you in your dreams about how you're special and great power awaits you (if you behave and do his will), your job is: sow death, faith, fear and chaos wherever you roam, strengthen Bhaal's power, and then be a good child and die for Father. No exceptions, save perhaps one, who is explicitly a special prophecy child, and even then is supposed to be doomed by future FR canon because they're still Bhaal's "pawn". There's also Imoen, who might be spared simply by proximity to said prophecy child keeping her alive. Non-game "canon" screwed her over hard. (FR canon and I have a complicated relationship, it must be said. All copies of those books are to be ritualistically burned.)

idk where I'm going with this, I just love how bleak the situation in the city is. No grand destinies, only a discardable pawn to be used, abused and consumed.

...And also that part where Tethyr sends an army to kill you because obviously you are guilty of "crimes against [Tethyr] and, indeed, all of humanity!" by supposedly killing a whole city: They admit they can't prove it, but you're a child of murder, you were born guilty even if you didn't actively do anything.

No, really:

General Jamis Tombelthen: "You are guilty, [Charname]. Of this there is no doubt. And we will not risk your further endangerment of us all. You are a spawn of Bhaal and responsible for the destruction of the city of Saradush*. Your execution has been ordered, [Charname]. May the gods have mercy on your soul."

* I implore you to move with great urgency to intercept the Bhaalspawn before they can do any more damage. Whether or not they are responsible for what occurred in Saradush, we cannot allow them to continue and cannot afford the time for trial... - Tombelthen's orders, courtesy of the Queen of Tethyr

[kalisseo]

inspired by the Spanish Confucius post I saw some time ago, It's a pleasure to present to the English fandom the Spanish topher, or well,

✨Tobi Col ✨

unlike the other names, Topher Bus only makes sense for the English speakers, and how they would translate it was something that i couldn't stop thinking about until I saw the dub

Christopher Columbus = chrisTopher columBus

and in Spanish

Cristóbal Colón = crisTóbal Colón

the i was added so his name wouldn't be just. Tob.

at first his name is Toby/tobi Col, in s3 is Tóbi Col (the way you say it is the same, but it's a change that happens in the subtitles)

AND THERE'S MORE!

we all know how the joke in Topher's intro scene is the fact that his last name is Bus, well that is something that i couldn't figure out how it would work in Spanish! since the only name i could think of for him in Spanish was Tobal Ol (horrible i know, and tobi col is really easy to come up with but I'm dumb)

but the joke works perfectly fine! because in Spanish, Col means Cabbage, so yeah Topher bus is practically Tobi Cabbage in Spanish

so here's a translation of that scene:

abe: what's your name?

topher: tobi col

abe: but 20 years ago a cabbage was something to eat!

topher: yeah, cabbages still exist

another silly thing I noticed

well, we know how Topher's flip flop username is Top-Her69, another joke that only works in English and that i was dying to know how it would be translated

in the spanish dub, his username is "Culón69", culón basically means someone with a big butt, ass or whatever you want to call it. yeah

so I guess the translation would be fat ass, or big ass idk

note: if I'm correct, jfks username gets translated too, but tbh I don't remember what it is

another thing i noticed is that in, shivers, s2e8 instead of asking abe "don't you want to have sex like colin farrel?" he asks him "don't you want to have sex with colin farrell?" (🏳️‍🌈?)

and there's more stuff i noticed (not much tho) but I don't remember right now, so I'm just closing this post with the fact that Joan's and Abe's names change too!

Joan -> Juana

Abe -> Abi

Joan's name makes sense because that's how Joan of Arc is known in Spanish, but I don't know about Abe

(I just came up with another idea for a post like this, but since this post is just about Topher I'm gonna make a new one)

if anyone wants to share similar stuff about translation to other languages feel free to do it in the comments or tags! I'm curious to know!

[w2soneshots]

Actress -KSI

words: 0.5k+

warnings: angst with a happy ending, online hate.

summary: you’re an actress, you and JJ are spotted by paparazzi and the public aren’t happy.

notes: this was based off of this request!! I love this idea so much, thank you for your ask anon😊🤍.

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enews: actress y/n y/l/n and youtuber ksi were seen yesterday leaving a restaurant. An eye witness stated that they were 'getting cosy and seemed to be a couple'. (📸: Getty)

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sidemenupdates: omg!!

y/nfanpage21: iconic couple🔥

user3524192: she deserves so much better than him!

user9812034: absolutely not he's so ugly.

user2470195: who tf even is that?🤣

I met JJ a month and a half ago at an event. He was so sweet and despite looking slightly intimidating, he is the cutest little softie I've ever met. He asked me out and I was officially his girlfriend two weeks later. We decided to keep our relationship private as I'm an actor and have had relationships ruined in the past, due to random strangers on the Internet and their opinions. But yesterday we went out for dinner and were pictured by paparazzi on our way out. We have been so careful and were also wearing dark clothes but I assume someone in the restaurant recognised us and so told the paparazzi where we were.

Since our relationship became public the amount of hate JJ has been getting it is crazy. People are spreading stupid rumours and Twitter is full of people talking shit about him and our private life. I feel absolutely awful. He has dealt with lots of hate in the past just from being in the sidemen, but it's nothing like this. He has stopped appearing in more sidemen videos, along with sidemen reacts just because the comment section is completely ignoring the videos and just talking about JJ. We're both confused on why people care so much and are so outraged. JJ is a YouTuber, musician and boxer but people still believe I shouldn't be with someone like him because he's not 'famous enough'.

Today I sat in my apartment when I got a call from Tobi: "hey, what's up?" I asked. "Hi um- JJ... he's been acting really strange today, like really quiet and sorta just kept his head down. We're a bit worried about him." He said quietly. I sighed "I think everything that's been going on has started to get to him. I'll talk to him when he gets home. Thanks Tobs." I said. "Alright, in a bit." "Bye." I put the phone down and quickly clicked on instagram.

y/username

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y/username: this boy is the kindest person I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. If you have a problem with him you've got a problem with me🙂

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ksi: ❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

miniminter: 🥹

y/nfanpage21: so cute!!!

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"Hey!" JJ's loud voice traveled through my apartment. I stood from the sofa and ran towards him, pulling him into a massive hug. "I saw your insta post." He said as we pulled away. "Yea... I know I should have asked you first before posting that but I-" I rambled. "I thought it was really cute. Thank you babe." He cut me off. I smiled up at him "hopefully all those idiots shut the fuck up now." I said. He laughed "I love you so much." He pulled me into a kiss.

[narizaki]

charm   011.   bad idea

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when tobio enters kuroo’s house, overstimulating is the first word that comes to mind.

his senses are being overloaded — and even that’s a massive understatement. the music is blaring, making him wince, and vibrant lights reflect off of every surface. he can hardly make out anyone’s face. someone hands him a cup as soon as he walks in, and tobio has half the mind to deny the strange mixture of liquid swimming in the depths of it. he brings the red solo cup to his nose, the pungent smell confirming to him that there’s alcohol in it. he thinks it’s probably only made of alcohol.

he attempts to hand it off to hinata, but the orange-haired opposite hitter only shouts at him to live a little and drink it! over the loud 2000s music. hinata is obviously inebriated already, which tobio thinks is impressive considering how they just got to the party. he supposes that he shouldn’t be surprised, though, as hinata had always been a lightweight. still, he calls his friend a dumbass before shoving his way through to the kitchen island.

it’s less crowded, giving tobio space to breathe. he was never one for parties, but he did tell his group that he’d drive them to and from. the lighting is much better in the kitchen, so he looks down at his cup and swirls its contents absentmindedly. tobio briefly considers switching his drink out for something non-alcoholic, but decides against it when he realizes that even the fruit punch probably has alcohol in it.

tobio sighs, his eyes scanning around the room. a couple is making out on the counter to his far left, and a few people are taking shots to his right. had it not been for the fact he was trusted to drive everyone back home later tonight, he probably would’ve been sipping on whatever concoction is in his cup or on a can of beer. shots were never really his thing — the stinging sensation at the back of his throat accompanied by the disgusting taste of whatever alcohol had been chosen far outweighed the buzz that followed. 

his thoughts wandered off to you — he wondered what you were doing right now.

tobio had seen your tweet, so he figured you were probably in bed, sleeping, or maybe even watching a movie. he considered texting you just to check in, seeing as he had nothing better to do. his fingers drum against his phone screen, before ultimately deciding against it. were the two of you even close enough to justify an impromptu text? yes, you’d become better friends over these past few weeks, but the last thing tobio would want was to disturb you or cross a boundary in any way. 

he shoves his phone into his back pocket instead. 

tobio was content with staying in his corner and observing everyone, making light conversation with his classmates or friends while they poured their drinks. that way, he’d be in perfect condition to drag his group out when the time came, throwing them into his back seat before leaving their poor roommates to deal with their drunken stupors. 

really, he should’ve known — hinata shoyo would always be there to fuck up his plans. 

“kageyama!” hinata slurs, stumbling into the kitchen. following him, equally as drunk, was the rest of his group: bokuto, miya, and kuroo. they were all talking loudly while filing into the space, greeting tobio with harsh pats on the back. kuroo seemed the least inebriated, though the flush on his face indicated he was at least tipsy.

from behind them, a few more people entered. he recognized them to be your roommates, becoming familiar with them as his visits became more consistent. while tobio gave hinata a mild face of disgust, he gave everyone else a curt nod.

“you enjoyin’ yerself, tobio?” miya hiccups, accent slipping out. the blonde was leaning on tobio now, and from behind him, he can see bokuto taking another shot. akaashi stands beside him, equally amused as he seems to be exasperated at his boyfriend’s antics. 

“i’m okay, thank you miya.” tobio replies, face plain. 

“he’s probably missing (name),” kuroo teases, his signature cheshire grin on his face. tobio doesn’t reply, feigning ignorance, but the tinge of pink that covers his face is enough of a tell for everyone to let out small coos. 

miya cackles, before pointing an accusatory finger at tobio. “hey!” he exclaims, “ya haven’t had anything to drink, have ya?” 

dramatic gasps surround them, which only confuses tobio. he’s supposed to be driving, so why would he drink? he’d rather not get a ticket or, even worse, an accident while driving under the influence, and he tells them that much. 

“not even like, a sip?” bokuto questions. tobio nods in affirmation. 

“i bet,” hinata barges in, “i can take more shots than you!” 

despite the fact tobio knows it's a bad idea, a spark of competitiveness flickers within him. still, he hesitates.

“c’mon, tobio,” miya says, harshly clapping a hand on his shoulder, “one shot can't hurt!” 

tobio relents, a sinister look in his eye as he takes the shot glass from bokuto and downs it. he can hear people whispering that it's probably not a good idea for him to be drinking, and a sensible voice in the back of his head agrees. even though he doesn’t like alcohol all that much, and he definitely doesn't like taking shots, he hates seeing hinata win even more.

and, after about 5 shots, hinata is forcefully cut off by kozume. there’s a pleasant buzz surrounding tobio, and he’s vaguely aware that he’s not in any state to drive, even if he’s probably more sober than his friends. distantly, he can hear someone saying something about calling (name), which makes him perk up immediately.

“(name)...(name) is coming?” he mutters, eyes lazily roaming around the room. someone giggles from around him, but tobio’s too focused on the fact that (name) is coming? 

akaashi enters his line of sight, pointing at his phone. even through his drunken haze, he can make out the letters of your name. a fond smile stretches across his face, eyes fluttering closed.

―   notes

∘   hinata is SUCH a lightweight i'm sorry.

∘   tobio has an okay alcohol tolerance, but it definitely falls onto the lighter side.

∘   keiji and kenma didn't drink anything. their boyfriends tried to convince them to, but they were very insistent on not. hitoka, on the other hand... ∘   this chapter is really just a build-up for the next; also, i wanted to write something from tobio's pov!

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[13as07]

Object #8

(Akatsuki Smut)

[Artwork is not mine! Credit to Pixiv Id]

Requested by: Anonymous

Word Count: 4,727

Warnings and/or Pre-Notes:

It got worse? Or maybe better? Idfk

Characters Include: Deidara, Hidan, Kisame

Name Calling: Explosion, Firecracker, Angel, Sacrifice, Whore, Bitch, Idiot, Guppy, Baby

Knife/Blood Play

Human Carving

Oral (male and female receiving)

Improper use of blood

Boob-Job/Titty Fondling (I think that's what it's called. Correct me if I'm wrong)

Toxic Religious Practices

Face-Fucking/Humping

Improper use of a knife (yes, like that; I need serious help)

Biting/Bite Marks

Praising

Pussy Shot

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     "My little explosion!" Deidara yells, getting a grumble from Tobi who's stretched out in my lap, enjoying the tummy rubs I've been giving him. "Marco?" The bomber calls from the hallway, making me softly giggle.

"Polo."

There's silence and then the pattering of feet along the hallway. Tobi continues to grumble, turning over to wrap his arms around me. "You should just stay here, okie dokie?"

"You have to share," I hum, sliding my fingers over his shirt again, focused on drawing out the symbols of the alphabet. He whines, arms tightening around me like that'll stop Deidara from ripping me out of his grasp. "You're fine, Tobs. We can hang out after I'm done with Deidara."

     The boy whines again but does roll off of me, settling by my side on his bed. "He's so boring. I'm much more fun. Stay here."

     "In your dreams," Deidara says, pushing the bedroom door open. A smile breaks out on his face when his eyes land on me, his metaphorical tail wagging. "There you are."

     "Here I am."

     The youngest member works his way into the room, his arms sliding under mine to lift me off the bed. "And now you're not here," he says, carrying me out of the room. Once we're across the threshold, I'm placed on my feet again, Deidara's fingers laced through mine to lead me forward. "We're going to go have sex."

     "I figured," I mutter, teasingly rolling my eyes at him. "Though you do know - "

     "Just oral, I know," he cuts me off, glancing at me before tugging me down the hallway again. "Getting head is nice," he mumbles, pushing his door open before I'm pulled after him. "And giving you head is great too," Deidara adds, almost buzzing as he pulls me toward the bed. I chuckle at the eager boy, tugging my hand out of his hold. "You should give me head. Right now," he pushes, gripping at my hand again.

     "I can do that," I answer, letting him cling to my fingers. "Do you want to sit down?"

"Yes," He pushes out quickly, falling to the edge of the bed. I can't tell if he's bouncing from excitement or almost body-slamming down. "Open your mouth, Firecracker," Deidara buzzes, his hands shoved down his pants to pull his dick out.

     I giggle at the ball of energy, sinking to my knees and letting my mouth hang open. My elbows rest on his knees, looking up at him as I wait for my next order. "Oh! Hold on!" He chirps, picking my elbows off of him before he leaves me alone by the bed.

     My eyes trail after Deidara, watching him shift through his drawers, pulling out one of his clay knives before settling back in his spot. "Come here, Firecracker," he mutters, positioning my elbows on his knees again. "I'm going to carve my owl into you this time," he continues, most of his focus on slowly sliding my dick into my mouth.

     I hum in response, puffing out my cheeks so I can take him easier. "Make sure you focus, my beautiful muse. Just because I enjoy your blood doesn't mean I enjoy mine," he teases, his fingertip trailing over my upper arm.

     Again I hum, slowly bobbing my head and doing my best not to move my arm around. As I start sucking, the tip of Deidara's knife starts trailing over my arm, quickly dipping further into my skin. On reflex my teeth try to clench, making it that much harder not to nip the dick down my throat.

     I bob my head faster, swirling my tongue around Deidara's cock. The sooner I can get him to finish, the sooner I can slide him out of my throat and stop worrying about nicking him. I know it won't be long until he finishes, the baby of the crew lacking the self-control to last after being untouched for so long.

     His eyebrows press together, the scope on his eye shifting to focus on my newest carving better. Though, he's probably focusing on not finishing so quickly if the mutters and noises attempting to hide under his breath are a hint to the thoughts behind his eye.

It doesn't work. The inexperienced bomber explodes down my throat, a small whine tumbling from him when he does. "That's not fair," he whines, disregarding his current artwork for a second, his hands cupping my elbows as he complains.

I pull myself off him, sending a smile his way. "How isn't it fair? You are the one that finished, not me."

"I know," he grumbles, using his hold on me to tug me to my feet. "My turn," Deidara cheers, his attitude doing a one-eighty once I'm off my knees.

I roll my eyes at the eager boy, crawling on his bed before situating myself on my back. "Always so eager to please, aren't you?" I tease, my hands instantly toying with his hair as the arsonist slides between my legs.

"Of course. I have to make sure my muse is taken care of," he says, Deidara's tone surprising me that there's not a 'duh' at the end of his sentence. "Relax, Firecracker. All you have to do is look stunning."

Again, I roll my eyes at his eagerness, toying with the end of his ponytail. The boy wastes no time, burying his head under my skirt and greedily sucking on the skin of my inner thighs. The forced bruises to my skin take away some stinging pain from my arm, but not all of it.

     Deidara hums to himself as he works, the sound getting muffled when his tongue starts to dance through my folds. "You're always so taste, my Pretty Explosion," he mumbles, layering my clit with short quick flicks of his tongue.

     "Thank you," I mutter, twirling his hair in hopes it'll help me not pull on it. "You always do such a good job."

     The praise only boosts his eagerness more, his arms hooking under my legs, dragging me forward to help himself bury further into me. An arm squirms out from around my knees, clumsily finding its way between us. "Deidara," I husk out, the tongue on his hand sliding out to start poking at my hole.

     "Firecracker?" He murmurs, his face shifting out to look at me as he starts sucking in my clit. His tongue slides in, sliding against my walls in time with the tongue circling my clit sucked into his mouth. I change my mind, Deidara's unnatural number of tongues is why he's my favorite.

     He takes his time, slowly prodding at my hole, softly sucking my clit while sliding teasing circles again it. The little pleasure top goes nice and slow, as if to punish me for being away too long, not that I mind. "Dara?" I breathe out, my orgasm following suit and slowly building up.

     He hums again, eyes still wandering over me to drink in my reaction. "Am I doing good?" He asks before falling back into place, the small break helping to push my finish forward.

     "Ya, yes. You always do such a good job. You're doing so good baby," I coo, twirling his ponytail before letting it tumble back into place. My cute little blonde.

     My thighs smoother his thin face, his eye lightening up as he releases what's about to happen. "Fuck," I hiss, Deidara's pace picking up, the boy as ecstatic as ever to push me over the edge and lap up the mess. "Slow... slow down a - " I cut myself off, a moan spilling out as I gush onto his tongues.

     "Yes," he mutters under his breath, dragging out the word he tried - and failed - to hide from me. Deidara's tongues go back to lightly dancing over me, trying to be gentle as they clean up my spill. "Stop squirming," he giggles, using his free hand to pin my hips to my bed.

     "Stop licking at me and I won't be squirming," I huff, squeezing his cheeks between my thighs again.

     He laughs again, his tongues leaving me as he pulls away. The material of my skirt is gently pulled back into place as Deidara decorates my knees in kisses. "Firecracker?" I let out a hum, eyes half-lidded as I watch him toy with his knife. "Now that you've finished, can I get head again?"

     I let out an airy chuckle as I sit up straight, cupping his cheeks to gently shake his head back and forth. "I just gave you head. How are you already hard again?"

     "It's your fault," he whines, crawling onto the bed next to me. "You make the prettiest sounds and the most beautiful face when you're enjoying my tongues," Deidara praises, his hands tugging at my legs, the teeth and tongues on his hands working at marking more of my skin. "Please?" He continues to whine, situating me between his knees, my arm back in place on his thigh so he can finish his carving.

      "I suppose I can do that for you," I mumble in a fake annoyed tone, my tongue already sliding over the tip of his penis.

     "Good," he breathes out, patting around the bed for his knife. A moment or two later, the sharp edge of the knife is badly digging into my skin, counting to carefully carve Deidara's owl sculpture into me.

     Just like last time, my main focus is on not accidentally snapping my jaw shut from the pain spilling from my upper arm. Despite his yearning to be sucked off again, I can tell he's not going to last as long this time; not that he lasted very long last time.

     "Slow down," he mumbles, his curving getting slower and eye blinking a mile a minute. Instead of being nice, I mimicked Deidara and pick up the pace. "Hey," he whimpers, dropping the knife back on the bed before his fingertips toy with the edges of the cut. "I said slow down."

"That's no fun," I shoot back before dropping back down his dick, the tip poking the back of my throat before sliding down nicely.

Another pitched whimper spills from him, marking the start of his orgasm seconds before he spills down my throat again. Deidara leans forward, his mouth cupping my new cuts and his tongue sliding over the valleys of it, slurping up my blood to hide away his noises. New pains spark from his curious tongue, a mix of the pain and having his dick so far down my throat prickling the corners of my eyes with tears.

When Deidara pulls away, fingertips wrapping up my hair to pull me off of him, a big toothy grin is on his face. His lips are stained with my blood, a stain that he transfers to my face when he litters me in kisses. "You should blow me again."

"Dead Lord, Dara," I chuckle, moving to situate myself on his lap, making sure the material of my skirt is between us. The last thing I need is to accidentally tease the hormonal boy under me and make his hormones spark even more. "Your dick is a little limb at the moment. How about we cuddle for a few minutes? It'll give both of us a nice break."

"Or I could eat you out again," he chirps, flipping us over. I lay out on the bed, letting him crush me under his weight. At this rate, I don't think I'll be able to go back to hanging out with Tobi. "Ready my perfect exploration?" Deidara asks, already tucking his head under my skirt.

Next time Pain takes me on an extended break, maybe I should bring Deidara with me cause Dead Lord does this boy have a sex drive. "Sure baby," I hum, situating my knees over his shoulders, preparing to be overstimulated for the rest of the time I'm with him.

                        ———————————

     The clock next to Nagato's bed rings, tipping me off to Hidan's soon-to-be arrival. The toxic follower of Jashin prays twice a day: Noon and six pm. Like clock-work, as I'm leaning over to turn off the alarm, the bedroom door slams open. "Angel!" I swear, what's with people and slamming doors open? Knock, or at the very least open the door like a civilized person. Thought I guess no one here is civilized.

"Hello Hidan," I mumble, leaving my book on the bedside table before I crawl out of my spot.

Before I'm even fully situated on my feet, I'm wrapped up in his limbs and carried out of the room. What's the point of having working legs if everyone is going to carry me everywhere? "I've been thinking," he starts - which is never a good thing, "about how I can't fuck you." I let out a hum, nodding my head along-side his babbling. "Though I guess it doesn't matter since the boss said I can still use your mouth."

Sometimes I wonder if Hidan was born a natural blonde. Especially in moments like this when he says the most pointless shit just to hear himself talk. "But I think I want to use your boobs." Maybe his ramble isn't as pointless as I thought.

     "I don't think my boobs are big enough for that," I mutter, being set on my feet long enough for Hidan to open the door to his Jashin Shrine - I mean, his room.

     "What you have will do. Besides whatever isn't wrapped in your breasts can be wrapped up by your mouth," he cackles, dragging me into the chilled darkness of the... well, sadist-worshipping space.

Like always, I'm tugged into the center of the paint on the floor, pushed to my knees, and told "Stay. Undress."

He leaves me to my devices, busying himself with collecting the circle's candles and scurrying off to find something to nick me with. As the obsessive worshipper runs around, I obey his orders, peeling my clothes off, and tossing them out of the sacrificial circle before I settle on the floor again.

Unlike last time, I wised up a bit from Hidan's jealousy and had Deidara wrap his curving this time. He bitched and whined a lot but did give in and wrapped my arm in bandages after I promised to unwrap it after both of my 'worshipping' times.

     "What the hell happened to you?" Hidan asks, appearing in front of me before shoving his fingertips into my wound, causing fresh blood to soak into the bandages.

     My eyes flicker around, trying to think of a reason. "Sasori got knife happy," I mutter, getting a shrug from Hidan as he settles on the ground.

     "That makes two of us," he tells me, gripping my wrist and tugging it toward himself. Unlike Deidara, Hidan digs the knife right into my wrist, mercilessly ripping my skin open and letting a river of blood spill out. He stabs himself with the knife, using his thigh as a knife holder. "Your titties are hot," he mutters, picking up and squeezing my newest cut, letting my blood soak into the whittles of the candle.

     "Fucking hot," Hidan repeats once the candles are coated, squeezing one of my breasts before leaving me to set up and light the candles. It doesn't take long for him to return, this time standing over me instead of sitting across from me. "Come here," he grumbles, snatching my wrist with one hand as the other one dips into his pants to pull out his cock.

Again, my new wound is squeezed, the warmth of my blood trickling out and numbing just a bit of my pain. Hidan shifts my wrist, hovering it over his dick so my blood coats it. "Press those fucking titties around my cock," he orders, dropping my wrist.

I situate myself on my knees better, sliding his dick into the valley between my boobs before doing what I'm told. The stickiness of my blood coats my boobs as I move, using my titties to jerk Hidan off. My mouth falls open too, letting my spot spill out and coat the sadist as a better form of lube.

"My Lord Jashin," he starts, hands buried into my hair and shoving my face down. His dick slips past my lips, Hidan's bullshit prayers spilling out as he jerks my head up and down. His cock bullies itself, the tip shoved into my mouth and the shaft sliding between my breasts. Muffled gags spill from me, his fast pace threatening to make me sick

It doesn't take long for me to start hurting, my ribs aching from pressing my boobs together, my throat starting to go raw from being fucked so rough, and my stomach hurting from suppressing my sick feeling. Luckily, Hidan shoved his penis down my throat, his cum spilling out. "Thank you Jashin. Please grace us with further immortality, health, and prosperity." Fucking weirdo.

I focus on my breathing and continue to not get sick as he stays buried down my throat, head dipped back as he pants and continues to praise Jashin. "Your turn!" He cheers, tugging himself out of my mouth, using my hair to tug me on all fours.

"My turn?" I ask, more to the ground than to Hidan, courtesy of him still clinging to strands of my hair.

"Yes, I'm going to fuck you while you thank Jashin and ask for the blessings you want to receive from him, like a good sacrifice."

"You can't fuck me, Pain said so," I remind him, trying to loosen his grip on me.

"Maybe I'll fuck you anyway."

"Put your dick anywhere near my vagina and I'll scream," I dare him, still tugging on his wrist.

"Pain isn't home," Hidan points out, his fingertips ghosting through my pussy. "He won't be able to hear you from where the hell he's at."

"No, but Konan is and everyone knows she rides Pain's dick harder than you ride Jashin's."

Hidan drops my hair, a rough smack landing on my ass, and pulling a yelp from me. "I swear, you're just thirsting for Jashin to kill you, you ungrateful whore," he grumbles, pushing me to the ground before flipping me over. "Maybe I should kill you," he mutters, tugging the knife from his thigh to rub it against my throat, not enough to cut me but enough to cost me with his blood.

"Or," I start the sudden reminder of how insane Hidan is sending freezing fingers of fear down my spine. "I... I... I can ask for forgiveness during my prayers."

He thinks about it for a second, still dancing the tip of the knife back and forth over my throat. "I suppose we can do that, can't we Angel?" I quickly nod my head, keeping the shakes swallowing so I don't cut myself. "I'm glad we agree! Now come here again," Hidan cheers, snatching my wrist again.

This time he shoves the handle of the knife into the open wound of my rest, the metal of it making my whole arm sting. "Knock it off, that hurts!" I yelp, trying to pull my wrist away from him.

"Stop being a bitchy little whore. I'm doing this for you," he grumbles, flipping it onto the other side of the handle before shoving it against the wound again. "Ungrateful bitch." Once the knife is finally pulled off, it's replaced by Hidan's tongue sliding over the cut, his paleness quickly coated by the black mainframe and white strips that make up his voodoo form. "Your blood is so tasty," he mutters, sinking his teeth into it, forcing blood to spill out faster.

"Hidan," I hiss, the name coming out more as a sob than the anger I was trying for. I'm ignored, the immortal continuing to use his teeth to rip my wound open further and using his tongue to guzzle my blood. I swear the little shit is a vampire.

     When he finally pulls away, his eyes are gleaming with joy. "Alright, time for you to pray," he tells me, shifting my legs up, and pushing my knees to my chest. "Jashin, I can't wait to use your pussy again," Hidan mutters, his still blood-soaked tongue twirling through my pussy once. "But for now, focus on Jashin," he adds, shoving the butt of the knife into my hole.

     "Fuck, Hidan. What the hell?!" I yell, jerking upward, my hands gripping his hair as I pant, trying to calm the tears in my eyes and the pain rippling from my cunt.

     "Pray," he orders, shoving me back onto my back, his eyes seeming to glint even more from my discomfort. Why's he always such a jackass?

     More pain wrinkles through me when Hidan starts thrusting the knife in and out of me. "Fuck... Jashin," I mutter, hoping the sooner I get out a prayer, the sooner he'll knock his shit off. "I would... would like to apologize for disgracing you," I rush out, tears starting to spill down my cheeks as the handle is thrust faster. "Thank you for... for all my blessing recently, for my safety and... and I would... like to ask for further health and prosperity."

     "How cute! Jashin will be so happy!" Hidan cheers, pounding the knife in and out of me still, soft yelps of pain spilling from me. "I'm so happy," he says, finally pulling the knife out of me, raising it to lick the blood and pussy juices off of it. "Your ah... pussy is bleeding a bit," he mutters, finger swirling around as it points at my pussy.

     "I thought you were into period sex," I grumble, snapping my legs shut, squeezing them together as much as I can.

     "I am but this isn't your period. Your cycle doesn't start for another eleven days. If I'm going to eat your bleeding pussy I want it to be naturally bleeding."

     "You track that?" I ask, shooting upright, causing new sparks of pain to swirl through my vagina and legs.

     "Duh, idiot," he grumbles, collecting my clothes before throwing them at me. I'm left to dress alone, Hidan busy snuffing out his candles. What a fucking sociopath.

                        ———————————

     "Dolly," Tobi hums, slithering back into Nagato's room. "I'm back with a new ice pack," he adds, shaking the cloth-wrapped cooling device as proof.

     "Thank you," I whisper, lifting my hips to remove the defrosted one. Why does Hidan always have to be so rough? Why does he leave me so sore every single time?

     Tobi places the new one under me, gently pushing my hips back down before his fingers slide through my hair. "I'll be right back, okie dokie?"

     "Okie dokie," I echo, hunching back over in the bed, my head buried in my arms and my chest pressed into the mattress. Tobi grabs the watery ice pack before skirting out of the room again, leaving me alone.

     I'm not alone for long though, a knock on the door notifying me that I have another visitor. I shift up being met with the Akatsuki's great white shark poking his head into the room. I flip my head back down, a long whimper spilling from me. "Kisame, I can't," I whine, continuing to throw a hissy fit.

     "I'm sure you can, Guppy," he coos, walking into the room. His big hand rests on my head, shifting around to nuzzle my hair. "I just want to hump and nibble on you."

     "Kisame," I wail, continuing to pout. "It's going to hurt."

     "I'll go nice and slow, I promise," he chuckles, hand sliding down to cup my throat, using it to push me upright. "You'll be fine."

     "Meanie," I whine again, sticking my lip out to continue my pout.

     "Baby," he shoots back, bending down to nibble on my lip. He tugs on it, replacing his teeth with a kiss when he loses his hold on my lip. "Be a good Guppy and take your shirt off."

“Fine,” I grumble, tugging the material off.

Kissme’s hand slides off my neck, trailing over my shoulder and down my back to unsnap my bra. His lips continue to brush against mine, his hands twirling in small and slow circles down my sides before gripping my hips. I’m lifted long enough for him to position himself on the bed. “Can you be a good Guppy again?”

I nod my head yes, my fingertips tapping around his neck, being careful not to touch his gills. He chuckles, stamping a few kisses on my cheek as he rubs my sides again. “Take my dick out and start grinding yourself on me.” My hands fall, quickly sliding under Kisame’s waistband and wrapping around his thick cock to pull it out.

He hums in approval, lifting my hips to situate himself against my pussy. “Your cunt is chilled,” he chuckles, hands sliding forward and up to cup my breasts.

“Hidan fucked me with a knife handle,” I shortly explain, shifting my hips forward. I shove down the whimper that bubbles when Kisame’s tip snags on my hole.

“Remind me to rip Hidan’s throat out,” he grumbles, head dipping to rest against my boobs. Kisame’s teeth graze my skin before digging in, their sharpness easily sinking into my flesh.

I continue humping again Kisame’s dick, sliding myself back and forth. It doesn’t take long for arousal to mix with the stinging of my aches. It also doesn’t take long for the snagging on my pussy to push out my whiners of pain. “You’re doing so good,” he coos, releasing my skin long enough to praise me and find a new spot to sink into.

Small rivers of blood trickle from the bite wounds, staining his teeth red as he chomps on me. “Kisame,” I whine, sobs threatening to bubble up with my whimpers of pain. “It hurts.”

“What hurts?” He grumbles, switching to my other breast, and quickly tearing at the new section of flesh. “Your boobs? Your boobs look delicious, I can’t help myself,” he mutters, shifting an inch or two before stamping another teeth imprint into me. “I’m sorry, Guppy,” he apologizes, tongue sliding out to coat the muscle with the same paint covering his teeth. “Just keep grinding, I’ll be done soon.”

I let my arms dangle over his shoulders, my nails clinging to his shoulder blades. I ignore the pain, sliding against him faster. “Just like that, Guppy,” he coos again, his hands clinging to my hips to help me grind against him better. “You’re doing so good, going through so much pain for me,” praises fall from his lips like water, a hand slithering over and dipping down.

Kisame’s fingertips are rubbing lightly, the calluses that have built over the years of sword-work counteracting the soft touches. “Don’t,” I whine, the touches making me pulse, adding new numbed ripples of pain to echo through my body.

“Why not? I want you to feel good too,” he chuckles, snatching my nipple between his lips, and grinding his teeth against it.

“That hurts too,” I continue to pout, clinging to him harder. “You’re hurting me.”

“You’re fine,” he mutters, eyes flickering up as he sucks my nipple into his mouth. He suckles on it, tongue slithering over the ache. “The gushier you are the quicker I’ll finish,” Kisame adds after releasing my tit.

His head rests against mine, softly knocking against me before he settles. “I’m close, Guppy, I promise. Just a little longer. You’re doing so good, so perfect.” Kisame is a lot like his partner, a rough serial killer who is soft and sweet when we’re alone.

“Fuck,” he grunts, tugging me forward again, his dick snagging on my hole again. His tip toys with my hole, poking at it but not enough to slip in. At least he does until my pussy is coated in the wetness and warmth of his cum. “Good Guppy,” he grunts, the tip still in action with the want to shove as much of his seed into me as he can without breaking his orders.

“Dolly, I’m back!” Tobi’s voice rings out, pulling a groan from Kisame.

“Why am I always the one getting walked in on while using you?”

“I don’t know,” I giggle, twirling his short hair around my fingertips. “Maybe next time we won’t get walked in on.”

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[animeyanderelover]

Um hi its me again and i wanted to send in another request, and im sorry for bothering this is my first time sending request so i don't know if im doing this right, but i wish for another haikyuu hc with the same characters from my last request except suna is replaced by tendou: yamaguchi, hinata, kageyama,sugawara, kenma, akaashi, oikawa, kita, tendou, goshiki with a s/o gets in a fight? Basically the s/o finds out that this girl is trying to get with/flirt with their boyfriends and how the boys react to this is up to you but the s/o gets very mad, like going crazy mad. So they go up to the girl and started fighting. And not just some slapping or pulling hair, no i mean full on punches, kickes in stomach, black eyes and broken noses. Like this is a BLOODY fight and a big one at that. So how would react to seeing this fight? Would they try and stop it or cheer on? Would they be upset or would they feel honored that you fight for them?

Thank you and sorry for bothering you i and i just wanted to say that i love your blog it makes my day everytime time i read from here.

You don't bother at all.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, manipulation, violence

This is a bloody fight

Kōshi Sugawara

🤍Suga is one of the more pleasant ones to react to this, although he’s not happy. He’s just telling the girl politely at first that he already has someone else and asks her to leave him alone. If she’s going to be persistent, he might get slightly colder with his words and behavior, his face trying to carry the amicable smile before that last mask finally drops and he stares at her with a cold look in his eyes. He’s just about to drop it to her in a way not fitting for his usual sunshine facade but then his s/o suddenly storms into the scene, grabs the girl by the hair and yanks her back. This startles Suga, he didn’t expect this sudden outburst of violence and he will do his best to instantly stop his s/o from doing anything that could lead to troubles.

🤍He’s pulling them back, tells them in a raised tone to stop this, that the girl has surely learned her lesson now and that he could have handled this by himself too. He leaves with his s/o soon after, keeps a close eye on them just in case so that they don’t accidentally try to attack again. He scolds them thoroughly once they’re home again, expresses his disappointment with them with an upset look on his face, eyebrows furrowed. He’s not one for physical violence as he relies more on subtle manipulation and that for a reason. You could get into serious troubles for assaulting someone. He’s disappointed with you for days after, monitors you closely. He starts lecturing you a lot more too about how to behave and what not to do, treats you like a naive and impulsive child.

Tobio Kageyama

🌧️At first Kageyama just goes rigid when a girl suddenly starts flirting with him, clearly uncomfortable with the situation. After a while there is disgust bubbling up inside his chest though as he realizes that she wants something from him despite knowing that he has a partner. That’s when he gives her a harsh glare and tells her with a clearly agitated voice that he doesn’t want anything to do with her. When he suddenly sees in the corner of his eye his darling approaching, he feels scared. He fears they might accuse him of something which undoubtedly fuels his paranoia but before he can even explain himself, they grab the woman by the hair and deliver a punch right into their stomach.

🌧️Generally talking, Kageyama is a Yandere more prone to throw hands if the situation calls for it, tends to manhandle people who agitate him. Yet he’s never seen nor expected this from his darling and for a short moment he genuinely doesn’t know what to do, in shock as he watches the girl being beaten up. When he snaps out of it, he grabs your hand and pulls you back, flinches a bit when you give him a pissed off glare before your facial expression eases up. Tobio doesn’t know what else to say besides that you two should go now, warning the girl before leaving with you that she should keep quiet about it. He’s sort of in a daze for the next few hours as he still tries to process what he just saw since this is a side of you he didn’t know before.

Shōyō Hinata

☀️Hinata is completely overwhelmed when a girl actually starts flirting with him. That is once he actually realizes that she’s being serious with him. He’s not dumb, just really dense and initially he’s a bit flattered by the comments. The moment the girl actually stays and is proving herself to be extremely persistent is the moment where Hinata grows uncomfortable. He keeps on telling her to please leave him alone and that he has a lover but she doesn’t listen and that’s when he doesn’t know what to do. He’s trying to escape at this point and when he sees you, he quickly dashed past the girl to you.

☀️You on the other hand storm past him and confuse the orange-haired boy at first before he sees you kicking the girl harshly, bringing her down into her knees where you continue your attacks. Hinata is the type to idealize his darling a lot so he’s shocked to see them being so violent, even a bit frightened at first. He’s just standing there for a while and at one point averts his eyes a bit since he isn’t the biggest fan of violence. He’s completely overwhelmed once again and for that he doesn’t do anything until you deem it enough, threaten the girl to better never get near your boyfriend again before you turn around to Shōyō, smiling sweetly. He looks at you with different eyes afterwards, after he’s come to terms with what he saw. It isn’t bad though as he starts seeing you as a really strong person someone shouldn’t mess with.

Tadashi Yamaguchi

💕Yamaguchi is a loyal soul and the moment he notices what the girl is trying to do, he tries to avoid her, clearly uncomfortable with her actions. He’s incredibly awkward, body pose stiff as he tries to somehow escape her persistent attempts to flirt with him. Yamaguchi is trying to be polite though as he tells her over and over again that he’s already taken and happy, doesn’t know what else to do. He’s also terrified that you might walk in, is constantly looking around and when he sees you storming to him, his heart drops a bit. Oh god, are you assuming something? No, instead you nearly throw the girl away from him, getting even more triggered when you see just how nervous she’s made Tadashi.

💕The boy in question has a small story of somewhat joining Tsukishima’s rude comments but besides that he’s never been a fan of violence or bullying, mainly because he was bullied in his past too. So he’s terrified when he sees this new side of his darling, somewhat frightened to initially step in before he gains the courage to do so. He pleads you to stop since you’ve probably gone too far now, worried that the girl might go to the police although she certainly looks too frightened of you as she runs away. He’s somewhat uncertain for the rest of the day. His love is still there of course but it’s the first time he saw you acting so severely. Tadashi will at one point talk with you about it since it makes him a bit uncomfortable and also very concerned since you might be arrested for your actions.

Tōru Oikawa

👑For Tōru this is a daily thing, getting being flirted with. Forming an obsession and getting together with his obsession has changed things for him though. Whilst he’s initially still polite, there’s a hidden glint of annoyance and even disgust in his eyes, not to mention that his smile isn’t sincere. Daring to continue though and implying that this girl thinks she’s better than his darling though sets him off slightly, his eyes narrowing and causing him to indirectly start humiliating the girl whilst simultaneously gushing about what he loves so much about his love. He’s already putting her down and his darling takes this to the physical level.

👑Obviously Oikawa is initially frightened a bit but when he realizes that you’re doing it because someone was trying to take him away from you, there’s a twisted feeling of happiness and satisfaction inside of him. He’d go very far if someone would try to take you away from him and there’s elation knowing that you’d do the same. He lets his darling go on for a while, a grin on his face that has the girl’s stomach churning as she sees the unparalleled sickening obsession inside his brown orbs. He eventually suggests to you that you should stop and that he’s sure that the girl has learned her lesson, tells her with a voice laced with poison that she would better keep quiet about it. He’d be the type of Yandere who would appreciate a darling showing similar tendencies as he does so he really won’t scold you unless you’re not careful enough and might get in troubles for your actions. He’ll help you though, he’s your partner in crime.

Keiji Akaashi

🍁Akaashi deals with things more calmly than some other guys and if someone gives him a compliment, he normally just quietly accepts it. He always clarifies though that he is taken and usually people respect that instantly. Meeting this one girl though who still bothers him despite knowing that he’s taken isn’t something he witnesses every day. Akaashi can’t help but think that the girl is quite a bit disrespectful though by not accepting his boundaries nor accepting it that he is already in a happy relationship and doesn’t want to do anything with her. He’s not carefully choosing his words though, he’s blunt and tells her what she thinks, sadly without much of a result which slowly tests even his patience.

🍁Your entrance certainly changes things though as you kick the girl harshly to the ground, a dangerous look on your face as you’re about to launch at her again. Only for Akaashi to react instantly and stop you. He can read from the look on your face that you plan to hurt her but deems it as unnecessary and also dangerous since someone might hear you. Causing a scene would be quite troublesome and it’s better to stop you now before you seriously hurt the girl instead of when she had proof that you attacked and hurt her. Luckily he knows what to say to calm you down enough so that you go with him and he consults you later on about your actions. He’s going to scold you, warn you to not let your temper get the better of you in such a way since it will end in problems for you.

Kenma Kozume

🐱Kenma is introverted as it is, you two specifically chose a place where not too many people would be to enjoy a date together yet luck doesn’t seem to be on his side today. He knows what the girl’s intentions are instantly when she starts flirting with him and calling him endearing names which only make him want to disappear. He makes himself small, doesn’t look at her or pay attention to her as he hopes that she’ll leave if he ignores her. Sadly that only seems to fuel her more and by now he’s panicking quite a bit, doesn’t know what he’s supposed to do in such a situation. His darling comes to rescue him though, more or less at least.

🐱The first wave of relief is quickly replaced by shock and a good scare when you start punching and hitting the girl though for daring to flirt with your boyfriend and making him so uncomfortable in the process. Meanwhile Kenma is looking around him in panic, afraid someone might see you and cause a scene. So he stops you, a churning feeling in his stomach whilst asking you if you two can just leave since he has lost all interest and excitement for the date planned today. He mumbles something to the girl before he leaves, most likely a threat to not report his darling. He’s hesitating a bit to bring this up for a lack of even knowing how, eventually you two will have to talk about it. He’s rational enough to know that you could be brought to jail for such behavior and therefore he asks you if you could try to control that side of yours since it stresses him to think that you might beat someone again. He’ll just stay more inside so that you won’t have to hurt anyone.

Satori Tendou

❤️Satori is definitely not used to being flirted with, he’s far more used to be called a weirdo or creepy or all sorts of rude stuff behind his back. He’s used to it by now though, he only cares about what his darling thinks about him. Due to the lack of genuine praise, he’s completely overwhelmed when he’s one day being flirted with. He doesn’t even believe that the girl means him until she speaks to him directly. What is at first awkwardness and telling her that he’s happily together with someone already turns into sudden anger when she still continues, suggests that he can cheat even which triggers him. The girl certainly gets startled when she notices that Tendou’s previously hunched form is now towering over her with a creepy glimmer in his eyes.

❤️If that isn’t already scary enough, your reaction certainly is and the first kick you deliver causes Tendou to flinch as he wasn’t expecting this. He’s watching you for a few seconds with a mix of shock and, to his own slight shame, giddiness since you’re fighting for him in a way, defending what you see as yours. He snaps out of it though and stops you before you can cause too much damage, leans down to the girl and whispers to her that she shouldn’t tell anyone about this for her own well-being. He’s clingier after as the experience of being flirted with in such a way is alienating for him. He’ll probably reprimand you mildly to be more careful but can’t go harsher since he secretly liked it a bit too.

Tsutomu Goshiki

🌟Goshiki enjoys compliments. He enjoys them the most from his darling though and is constantly trying to impress them and being praised. When someone compliments him besides his darling, he feels proud of himself too and initially the flirting feeds into his ego as Goshiki isn’t aware of the true intention yet. He just thinks that he wants to tell you that he was just complimented as soon as you come back, gets surprised when the girl stays though and continues. The confusion soon turns into shock and a bit panic as he finally understands what she wants and quickly tells her off in an urgent tone that he already has a partner and wants her to leave. He won’t risk you getting any wrong ideas.

🌟To the poor luck for the girl you return in that moment and even Tsutomu sees the dark look on your face, he starts spitting apologies before he’s silenced by your sudden violent attack on the girl. His brain doesn’t even fully register the visual information he realizes since he’s in a state of shock before it finally clicks in his mind. Anxiety is heating up his body as he starts getting paranoid that someone might watch, pulls you back without trying to get hurt himself and asks you in a pleasing tone if you can stop and leave with him. At first hesitant, he feels later on a tiny bit flattered when he thinks it through and realizes that you’ve started fighting so aggressively for him. It doesn’t stop him from developing a frightened reverence for you.

Kita Shinsuke

☁️Shinsuke is also more polite, even in the face of being confronted with such a persistent girl who thinks that she can flirt with him even if she knows that he’s already in a relationship. Kita knows immediately where this will be going when she approaches him, he can read the look on her face all too well. He might be mildly taken aback when she brushes off his statement that he already has a partner and loves them very much but he will stay collected. She certainly isn’t earning any of his respect though since it’s in his eyes rather rude and insensitive what she’s trying to do now. He’s not aggressive, just really cold and honest with his opinion about her and that is what stuns the girl so much, he makes it obvious that he’s not interested nor really impressed in such a honest and polite way that it’s almost humiliating again.

☁️Kita is also bound to react very fast when your fist connects the first time with the girl’s cheek and knocks her off her feet. He doesn’t appreciate violence and avoids it as much as he can and is already admonishing his darling for their action but packages his words well enough to not agitate them more. He’ll try to bring you to apologize to the girl since this level of aggression was a bit too much and leaves with you shortly after. He’s going to sit down with you and force you through a longer discussion where he counts down all the possible troubles this could have caused you, tells you that he wants you to control your temper better or that otherwise he might not be able to take you so carefree outside.

[blackjackkent]

Open Your Eyes and It Will Blind You - Chapter 4

Pairing: Jaheira/Rasaad Characters: Jaheira, Rasaad, OC Bhaalspawn, Aerie, Imoen, Minsc Rating: G Warnings: None Descriptors: Angst, Avoidance, Almost Kiss, Moving On, Fix-It, Slow Burn, Romantic Tension, Canon-Typical Violence, Cliffhanger, Fake Character Death Fic Word Count (Thus Far): 21.5k Chapter Word Count: 7.9k Setting: Several years after BG2 TOB Summary: Years after the defeat of Irenicus and Melissan, Jaheira and Rasaad are both still haunted by the things they have lost. Neither of them is much good at opening up, despite the burgeoning feelings between them. When Rasaad decides he must travel to Calimshan to face up to his brothers in Sun Soul, and she and their friends insist on accompanying them, the pair is forced to start to come to terms with their emotions, and what they want from the future, while uncovering a deep darkness that has infected the place Rasaad once called home. (Chap 4/?) Chapter Summary: After escaping the guards at the city wall, Jaheira and the others bring Rasaad safely to the Monastery of the Moon to plead his case - and then things go terribly wrong. read on ao3 | send me fic requests!

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The crowd of the market district envelops them as they flee the amlakkar checkpoint and disappear into the city.

Rasaad takes the lead, sure-footed on the roughened sandstone street. In the distance, they can hear shouts as the amlakkar begin to call out, alerting each other to the fugitive menace loosed into Calimport. They are quick, the lawkeepers of this city - quick and cold, more so than Jaheira remembers. Luckily, though, they have entered the city at one of its most populous, chaotic areas.

She has been here before. "The Khanduq Ward," Khalid explained on their last visit, his light, clipped tone barely audible under the chaos around them. Here on his home ground, his voice held only the slightest hint of his usual stammer. "Khanduq is m-m-'market', in Alzhedo. The city's b-beating heart."

Leading them away from the gate, Rasaad plunges without hesitation into the tremendous, swirling crowd. The khanduq is no grid of ordered city streets but instead an enormous open bazaar, lined in all directions with shops and stalls draped in colorful cloth. Cheerful shouting voices split the air, calling greetings, sales pitches, offers and demands of coin. A few figures on horseback or camelback, loaded down with goods in sacks and saddlebags, pick their way carefully among the hundreds of pedestrians, freely mixing Alzhedo profanity in with the general tumult. The smell is an indescribable combination of spices, cooking meat, and sweat, which might be more appealing were it not punctuated with a liberal note of animal dung.

It’s enough to make Jaheira's head spin. At the best of times, she is most comfortable in the wilderness, and has only with difficulty tolerated the crowded streets of Amn and Baldur's Gate. This wall of noise and color is overwhelming beyond anything she has seen in either city; it is pandemonium. She feels constantly on the edge of slamming into someone or clipping the edge of a stall, toppling it over and sending the whole house of cards crashing to pieces.

Rasaad, though, moves like lightning. She has never seen him like this before, dodging through the crowd with practiced, agile steps. His boots scuff adroitly into the dusty streets, pivoting him in rapid turns, finding and opening barely-visible pathways through the ever-shifting mass of people. It is all she can do to keep pace with him, and she finds herself fascinated, watching the ripple of quick-moving muscle under his tunic as he darts side to side. 

For a moment she can see a hint of the boy she has never met, the boy he once was. This is Rasaad as he was before the Sun Soul - the street rat in the Calishite shadows, native to the desert heat. He still carries a lurking piece of that boy inside him, and that boy remembers these crowded streets and noisy stalls, slipping naturally back into the maelstrom.

Would I walk so easily in Tethyr? she wonders.

"This way!" Rasaad hisses sharply, wresting her from her thoughts. Grabbing her sleeve, he tugs her down a side alley and glances behind them to see that the others are following. "Take care where you step."

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[gffa]

Can I ask your opinion on something? It's about Jason and the way hes written in a lot of batfamily comics, because I can't shake the feeling that in a lot of stories he's in theres is this rather... condescending attitude towards Jason. They are always writing him as this angry impulsive idiot who can't deal with a case or have plan of his own and basically needs Bruce and the others to save him.

For example, take Cheer, a lot of people been calling the best story Jason had, but it still repeats so much of the annoying tropes that Jason gets: He's written tob e really impulsive and dumb and prone to mistakes that the others would never make, and who Bruce to explain him to not attack drug addicts, and them you have to flashbacks that are there to retroactively insert instances of him being a "bad robin" who would torture a random person for no reason and killed someone before he even became robin. And whole story gives the idea that the only reason Jason can be good in anyway is because Bruce stopped from going bad.

then In the failsafe arc when Bruce is praising Tim he has to make a mention about how Jason hated training as a robin, which is not the first time Bruce has compared Jason negatively to prop Tim.

And now in The Gotham War, Jason gets brainwashed by Bruce with that failsafe thing. And it's treated as this big awful thing... until one issue has passed, and then Jason's already resisting the symptons long enough to try to save someone but not enough to actually succeed at by himself, and Bruce saves him by giving him a piggyback ride that treats Jason like child. And Bruce leaves without fixing what he did.

Like compare Jason now with the way he was before the New52 in stories like Under the Hood or the Lost Days. Jason back them as more often than not a villain, but he was a good villain, he was intelligent and competent in a way he is simply not anymore, and makes so mad that nonee these modern stories seem to actually respect him as a character and just make really made and it just ruins most Batfam media for me.

Take this for what it is--someone who is not as deeply into Jason's character as others are and who is more of a general fan (and specifically a fan of my own Blorbo)--but my feeling with Jason's character is that DC doesn't really know what they want to do with his character and so he gets written as incredibly inconsistently by various comics because of it. So often when I look at the bigger scope of his appearances, it's not clear if he's supposed to be a villain, a villain on the way to being reformed, an antihero, a misunderstood hero, or what. And that also tends to influence his relationship with Bruce on a narrative level, how much Bruce is "right" or "wrong" about Jason or even often how he acts around the other Batfam members, especially if he gets an author who is a fan or if he's just there to be the impulsive hothead who needs others to step in. To some degree, that's just how comics are--every character is written as the dumb idiot sometimes when they're not in their own book. I often Suffer as a Dick Grayson fan or a Tim Drake fan or a Barbara Gordon fan, when I pick up another character's book for them. There can be great appearances in non-titular characters' books! But a lot of the time, when I'm reading, I have to look at the title and go, okay, Blorbo's not going to be treated as well as they should because this isn't their book. And I think that's a big chunk of what happens with Jason, one that gets exacerbated because it's not really clear what his role in the group is meant to be.

(Like, there is a VERY noticeable difference in the way Jason is written in Task Force Z--a book designed to center around him--versus when he shows up in a cameo in another book. Or there is a VERY noticeable difference in the way Dick is written when he cameos in a Batgirls book versus who he's written in his own central title. Comics, you know?) So, you're not wrong that Jason gets written weirdly a lot, but I don't see it as totally unique to his character, because it's somewhat just kind of part of the landscape of comics and somewhat just that Jason gets it more intensely than other characters because he never really had the solidification of who/what he was supposed to be in the comics, like even when Tim is written really badly and they refuse to let him evolve, at least you understand what his role is in the family, so a lot of authors have a baseline for how he should be treated. (And I don't know how well he actually does/doesn't sell comics, which is often a big influence in how a character will get treated in stories they appear in, like Bruce is probably DC's single biggest seller, so he's always going to have a baseline of being intended to be cool and heroic--mileages vary on how that comes off, but I think the intention is there, even when writing him as fucking up sometimes--like Jason is tremendously popular in fandom, but does that actually translate to selling comics? I have no idea.) I think it's fair to say that, look at almost any character in the Batfam, and they'll have a period where a lot of fans feel like they're being written the way you're describing Jason being written right now--I could probably find you people who would say similar things about Dick, Tim, Damian, and Babs right now, too, that they're being written as incompetent and like they need someone to hold their hand just to cross the street without messing it up. But also that you're not wrong that Jason is probably getting the worst of it and it's one of those things that I often have just had to learn to roll with when it comes to comics or else just walk away. (Sooooo many times I had to nearly walk away from comics because I dislike what's happening at a certain point and, often times, I have had to walk away. I walked away from DC because of it. I walked away from X-Men comics because of it. I walked away from Thor comics because of it. It's only recently that I came back to DC to give them another chance and, honestly, I'm only staying because I'm getting what I want for my Blorbo. That's kinda how comics often are, if you're here for a Blorbo, rather than here for the entire roster. /says without judgement, as I know what I am too)

[aikainkauna]

The slashy tragedy of Ahmad

Another variant Thief of Bagdad headcanon, with illustrations.

Premise: Ahmad is gay (yes, this point has been made since 1940, but bear with me),

But he is also too dumb to realise he's gay, and thus strings poor Abu along...

What’s medieval Arabic for “bullshit?“ No, Abu... he’s set his sights on pussy. He thinks he can do it. And yet, he still has the fucking nerve to utter this line:

Abu’s face says it all. Bitch, now you’re just twisting the knife.

But Abu helps him anyway, because he loves him that much. Thus, we have Ahmad The Clueless bumbling his way into heterosexuality through Yassamin's garden, because that's what he's read princes and princesses do.

He’s seen this miniature of the badass legendary hero, Prince Zal, climbing up the passionate Princess Rudaba's harem walls to get laid (note the pink walls and everything)!

And then he recites poetry at her, because that's what you do.

Note that in the 1001 Nights, anything and everything is accomplished by reciting/quoting something beautiful and/or witty on the spot. This is not just a "chicks like romantic stuff, better throw some at her" thing. So to all the morons who scoff at this stuff now when they watch the movie? Tough. It's a *major* rule in all these stories, often forgotten in Western screen adaptations, because Westerners just don't randomly quote song lyrics all the time (which would be the closest equivalent--poems were the pop songs of the day, passed along in song format). So they don't get it/and or don't think it fits unless you’re going for a musical. But it's a big deal in the Near East, Persia in particular. (I'm told in Teheran, taxi drivers will quote Hafiz at you. Which is awesome). And this is actually pne of the major reasons why I really like ToB, because everybody *does* speak in poetry all the time, Ahmad especially!

Even at Jaffar’s pet lesbians. So this dialogue retains a major element of the original culture that makes up for the elements they *didn't* get right (ladies wearing turbans would have *actually* been considered drag in this era, BTW, but then again, I’m sure they are Halima’s pet lesbians). But anyway, Ahmad just does the standard cool thing to do, whenever you want to benefit from a situation. Hence, poetry.

Also, Yassamin?

Bitch is twenty-one. She's basically an old maid by medieval standards, when girls were married off as soon as they hit puberty, or even earlier. Thanks to her dad being what we scientifically call batshit fucking crazy, the poor girl has been locked up in a harem until she's hit her twenties (I actually imagine her to be 17 or so, but June was 21). So she's been there, sexually frustrated as *fuck,* for years and years, fantasising about djinn or mythical heroes like Zal and shit (because it's not like a flesh and blood guy could ever have a chance).

She’s been stuck there dreaming about Wild Ravishments (TM), and been hot and bothered thanks to whatever sexy sexy seductive magic our resident creepy stalker wizard has been throwing her way.

FINALLY her dark shadow lover has arrived!

So, of course she falls for the first guy that shows up. She doesn't know what the fuck, except

So. You know. He’s like

“What do I do now? Is this how you heterosexual? What does a modern, liberated 9th century Arab girl even want from a man? Poetry? Shall I try poetry?”

And she’s like

Two fools deluding themselves.

Which is a shame. Because they really are cute in their own, innocent fairytale way. And really pretty, too.

While Abu, who's the smartest of the bunch and who *does* know a vagina-incompatible guy when he sees one, sighs in exasperation...

Look, he is a pretty lad. It would *not* be the first time a guy's had a crush on him (also insert here an essay about how the love of a man for his beautiful youth was THE most common form of love in the aforementioned medieval Persian poetry)... so he's done all this shit for his beloved Ahmad, saved his life time and time again (NOT UNLIKE A CERTAIN WIZARD with his equally dim Pwinzezz) and the guy still doesn't get it.

No amount of pretty, shirtless, glistening and collared boys can help poor Abu's cause. Ahmad, buddy, you may have got your eyesight back, but you're still blind.

Jaffar, on the other hand, basically fucking brought Ahmad up from a baby. He *knows* what's up; knows it intimately. So it's honestly no surprise that he looks so fucking satisfied (and disturbingly horny) when he sees Ahmad in the marketplace. His plan of turning Ahmad into a sex object for other guys is complete, and he looks like he's even tempted to sample summa that.

Just for a test drive, you know. He is an engineer after all.

But no. Even if he arranges Ahmad out of the way and keeps on creeping on Ze Pwinzezz, proving his love over

and

over...

Nothing comes out of it.

"Goddammit, bitch! At least *I* am into pussy! I am the LONE bisexual penis-owner in this sea of gays!"

But all to no avail: in the classic tragedy of the guy who's everything Yassamin's dreamed of (cultured... sensitive... an eye for rakish beggar fashions that are *so* chic for 816 CE...) turning out to be a closet case, she hurtles on towards a lifetime of sexual dissatisfaction.

(A medieval Muslim princess glomping a guy she’s not married to, in public?! See what a raunchy little wench we lost here? O, the potential!)

When the guy who's quite clearly a fucking expert at hot hard kinky wizard sex, the guy who can control the elements and who builds fucking sex toys in his basement, the only one who could’ve truly helped that Babylonian harlot within her to flourish, hurtles towards the Tigris with an arrow in his skull.

Just fucking wait until he gets back onto Tumblr and writes a seething post on how this is a classic oppression case. #panthersexualerasure #anti-persian sentiment #MUGGLES!

And so it comes to pass that Ahmad, the guy who's confessed he has had 365 wives and doesn't know how to love them, enters into marriage with wife no. 366.

Note that she’s wearing part drag with that turban again, so I reckon she’s starting to realise what’s up. And I suppose the nosebag helps collect all her tears of DEEP REGRET AT NOT HAVING CHOSEN THE HOT SEX WIZARD INSTEAD.

Abu, however, knows what up, and makes his exit from this charade along. A. Fucking. Rainbow.

Have fun discovering the truth about yourselves in, oh, maybe the next 20 years of sexual frustration, guys!

[catsofcalifornia]

Mr. Tibby AKA Toby from Long Beach Spay Neuter in Long Beach, California

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Meet Mr. Tiggy. We also calling him Toby or Tobs! This incredibly sweet boy Mr Tiggy was rescued 4/1/2024. He was abandoned and did not know how to stay out of streets! He almost got killed by a car! He is a very trusting silly goose. Even after we trapped him, he was rubbing on us and giving us headbonks. Mr. Tiggy was so well behaved having his first bath (we always bath cats when they come in off the streets). He was a trooper while he was dewormed, treated for fleas, vaccinated, microchipped and even didn't fuss having his nails trimmed. He came home from being neutered and couldn't wait to cuddle up my daughter's lap. Of course, she immediately begged to keep him, but as rescuers we already have a full house. However, it does speak volumes to what an amazing young cat he is. He lets you rub his belly, head bonks, and his paws don't stop making dough. He is one happy fella to be off the streets and thus will make a very appreciative pet. Rescues really do!!! If you are looking for a true companion, Tobs is your cat. He also would be good with another young cat as he is sit more than a teen himself.

[castleofclouds]

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Profile 3.

YN and her (past) lover

Na Jaemin.

You and Jaemin were each other escape, he run away from the past that haunting him, and you who run away from your reality, but eventually you are the only one who escape while he can't, you guys broke up while you were preparing for your birthday celebration, he texted and called you to break things up, on recent days he is a well known photographer and also well paid model that he do as his part time tob.

—🌍

Zhong Chenle.

Your boyfriends that you met on a random basketball practices with Yangyang, you both spend a good 4 months before you both broke up because you and him couldn't handle long distance relationship as he had to moved to China for training, on recent days he is actually a NTH member, a basketball team that's known for winning years of medals.

Park Jisung.

Jisung was your recent boyfriend, you both break up because he thinks you cheated on him and the misunderstood never solved so the relationship just ended like that, and you couldn't even reach him as he already distanced himself from you for a whole semester, on recent days he studied astronomy and spend most of his time on the library or playing games, he actually had a game channel that he never really mentioned about.

-🌍

And that's your past and present people in your life, how do you perceive this whole nostalgia while moving forward also?

Profile 1. Profile 2. Masterlist.

[y-rhywbeth2]

Still incredibly suspicious of Ravenloft having a murder cult called "Ba'al Verzi", with its assassins once being in positions of power, and running protection rackets, and its "bleeding skull" symbol.

It might just be a coincidence with similar names and themes, but if I find out Bhaal has a cult in the Domains of Dread and Toril I'm going to hit him with a stick. Just load up a ToB save before that fight in the pocket plane and hit the Ravager with a stick.

...it would explain how he keeps refusing to die if he's still getting a little power from cults on other planes and worlds though.

[we-be-writing-bts-stuff]

BTS and Valentine's Day

Plot: How BTS would celebrate Valentine's Day with their partner.

Rating: F for fluffy.

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol, Suggestiveness but nothing explicit, Overall very sweet and fluffy,

A/N: Just a happy and short thing for Valentine's Day. This isn't proof read and there might be mistakes. Hope you like it and I'm always here to talk. I promise I'm working on stuff. Life just keeps getting in the way and writer's block is a bitch and a half. ~Bagel

Seokjin:

This is a day for the two of you to just spend and enjoy with each other. He's set up video games for you two to play, a new show you've both been meaning to watch together. He's bought flowers and chocolates and junk food for you to enjoy. I don't think he would make it a huge deal. It would be almost like day off for the both of you.

Yoongi:

He's cooked you breakfast, there's random gifts around the home. And they are little things that you've mentioned to him. That shirt you showed him last month, your favorite perfume that's running low, clothes that he thought you would look good in, that one snack you are constantly eating and running out of, that necklace you were looking at last time you went to the store. He would also be one to write you a poem or letter about how he felt and how much he cared for you.

Hoseok:

He's taking you on a whole ass shopping spree. He's called ahead to a few high end stores to make sure it won't get too packed while you're there and you can enjoy yourself and not feel rushed. I think he would have ordered things beforehand tob e sent to the store to surprise you with when you get there. I also see him as someone to sign you both up for some sort of couple's lessons. Like a dance class or art class for you both to just enjoy and experiance together. He will buy you a whole outfit plus accessories to wear to a fancy dinner that he's had booked for months.

Namjoon:

Little culture dates through out the day. A new art exhibit has opened up that you want to see but haven't had the time, he's taking you. You read about some sort of museum that seems cool, he's booked it. You want to go to a new bookstore nearby, you already know he has a list that he wants to get and he's letting you run around finding what you want. He'll have lunch in a cute little cafe that you two frequent regularly and dinner at a fancy resturaunt.

Jimin:

LEGO DATE!! He's gonna get the flower LEGO sets and the newest Vlaentine's Day ones and make a day of it. He's ordered your favorite take out so you don't have to leave. Along with dessert. He's gotten your favorite wine (or alcoholic drink if you don't like wine or just drink in general if you don't drink). He'll constantly steal kisses or give you random compliments to see you get flustered. He would absolutely be a massive tease during the entrie day. The LEGO set would be an afterthought for the two of you at one point because of his antics.

Taehyung:

He's gotten you flowers and a giant ass teddy bear. He's the one I can see being the most cheesy about it and doing all of the cliche things. Chocolates, the bear holding a heart, flowers, I bet he would even try breakfast in bed. Making the pancakes into little hearts and using food coloring to make things pink and red. He's bought decorations too and has set up a cozy area for you two to "watch" some romantic movies (its not his fault that you look so good and that he's very tactile when showing his love). He would have dinner planned though. You two go to some underground bar that serves food and has live music. He would make sure you two would dance together at some point.

Jungkook:

He made sure to have the day off. He's sleeping in with you all morning and making sure you both stay in bed untli lunchtime. His big gesture is something he's been working on since last Valentine's Day. It's a movie of different things you've done throughout the year. The dates, the small moments he's captured with you and Bam, moments you didn't think he saw. Like whenyou were singing along to a song while cooking one night or when Hoseok was teaching you one of the moves for their songs while Jungkook was resting during a practice. Pictues that the other members caught of you two where showcased as well. Like when you fell asleep on each other coming back from a concert or when you reunited after they came back from an overseas schedlue. You lifted in his arms pressing your foreheads together. Very emotional and thoughtful gift. He would be tearing up even while watching it. I do think though he would be similar to Jin in wanting to stay home and just spend time with you. He wouldn't want todo anything big beyond his gift to you.

[transformers-mosaic]

Transformers: Mosaic - Fragments Zac DeBoard

wada sez: Just three scripts today, shared by Zac DeBoard in 2010. Most of Zac's credits on Mosaic strips are actually for editing, on various Seeds of Deception or The Lost Seasons stories—but you may remember I already shared an unused script of his, which ultimately evolved into "Loyalty Rewarded". Here are the rest!

"Fallen Star" (Star Upper) [2010-03-5, 2010-06-24]

Zac sez: "Another TF story set post BW. Featuring Star Upper! [...] I always thought this would make a good Mosaic piece cuz he so obscure. Unfortunately the concensus among those who read it was that he was too obscure. Haha."

A cage fighting match is about to take place.  The building is a seedy bar with a large cage in the middle with tables set around it on various levels with steps leading to the higher levels. On one side of the ring is a four armed alien of indeterminate origin, entering the other, is a technorganic being wearing an Austrailian Bush Hat, this is STAR UPPER.

(Star Upper's monologue)

I am the Galactic Fighting Champion.  My days are spent living a lavish lifestyle, and my nights are spent bustin heads.

(One panel could show Star Upper in a hot tob of sorts with 2 femmebots, wearing his hat and perhaps even a gold chain. think Bender from Futurama...and another panel would show him beating up on the four armed alien)

But I yearn for something more.  

I was once a promising member of an elite team of Maximal Agents.

(Here maybe we could show Star Upper with members of the Pack)

Fate had other plans for me.

(We'd show an image of Star Upper arguing with Lio Convoy)

Star Upper finishes off the alien with a tremendous uppercut.  He replaces his hat and walks away with a sad look on his face.  He is bored and lonely.  He recieves a communication.

"Agent Star Upper."

STAR UPPER: "Sir!"

"The Predacons have openly declared war on the Imperium.  We need every available mech for the war effort, therefore we nare reactivating your commision effective immediately.   Return to Cybertron ASAP!  Your planet needs you!"

STAR UPPER (saluting): "On my way sir!"

(Monolugue resumes)

My name is Star Upper.

I am a fighter--

--a soldier

but most importantly--

--I am a Maximal!

"Renegades Rising" (Bug Bite) [2010-03-05]

Zac sez: "Another unused script…I think this one was deemed "Too convoluted" for a TF:M."

wada sez: Oh he ain't kidding. This strip is based entirely on the Timelines prose story "Withered Hope", which starred the e-HOBBY exclusive set of "G1 GoBots". Honestly, "Withered Hope" is a pretty good story by Fun Publications' standards, but it opened a Pandora's box of GoBots/Transformers crossover material from the club which caused a bunch of arguments on the TFWiki, so who's to say if it's good or bad. Bug Bite, Spoons, and Crasher all had pretty faithful updates from Fun Publications and Hasbro, as listed below, while Cop-Tur was kind of a nameslap on a Club-exclusive Mini-Con. Bad Boy and Treds are the exceptions as nonexistent toys; in the e-HOBBY set, they were redecos of G1 Powerglide and Warpath respectively, so the Universe updates of those toys are natural choices from a stylistic standpoint.

CAST

BUGBITE (Based on Games of Deception Bugbite)

BAD BOY (Based on Universe Powerglide in "Bad Boy" colors)

SPOONS (Based on ROTF Deadlift)

CRASHER/FRACTURE (Based on ROTF/Universe Fracture with a more "Crasher-like" head)

COP-TUR (Based on TF Club Cop-Tur)

TREADS (Based on Universe Legends Warpath)

(*If references are needed for the characters I can provide links)

In a run-down lab on Cybertron, the being known as Bugbite has finally reunited with his old allies.

(BUGBITE'S MONOLOGUE) The so-called "Great War" between the Autobots and the Decepticons has more victims than anyone realizes.  

The destruction and chaos that stemmed from the war and the Dark Sciences that emerged as a result began to affect other worlds and eventually entire dimensions.

(Maybe show an image of either Jhiaxus or Shockwave in a lab)

Our home-dimension is on the brink of total destruction thanks to these Cybertronians.  A group of our race was sent to this other reality to research the chaos and hopefully save our world.

(Here we could show an image of the "Gobots" that arrived in Axiom Nexus...Pathfinder, Smallfoot, Road Ranger, and the afore mentioned Renegades)

We failed.

Most of us were killed but those that remained found a new cause.

(Here, we'd show the "Guardians" being killed...maybe by Megatron's crew)

Revenge.

Hidden among the cybertronians, we have taken new bodies, and, in some cases, new names.  

Staying undercover, we gathered all the information we needed.

And finally, it is time to strike.  The Transformers....this entire universe will remember us.

And the Renegades will reign supreme!

"Clarity" (Beast Wars Megatron) [2010-06-23]

Megatron is back on Cybertron.  The Beast Wars are over, but thanks to the miracles of transwarp science, he had found his way home before the Maximals who had imprisoned him.

(MEGATRONS INTERNAL MONOLOGUE)

I had planned for nearly every occurance.

For every betrayal...

(here would be a scene from the early Beast Wars eps where Dynobot first joins the Maximals)

I had a new recruit

(here would maybe show Inferno bowing to "his queen" or maybe Rampage submitting to a gloating Megs)

I was able to turn my enemies schemes into personal victories (maybe a panel referencing Tarantulas' rebuilding and Megatrons discovery of the Nemesis)

But in the end, there were things even I could not predict (maybe Dynobot turning on Megs in Nemesis) and Rhinox crashing thru in the Autobot shuttle.

The Beast Wars, like the Great War before it was plagued with the chaos of organic life.

The chaos of individuality.  

Organics born with no programming to guide them.  They will destroy our world....

unless I destroy them first....

I made a deal with my old mentor.  He would help purge my body of its organic contamination and he would gain the power inherant in its form.

(this panel would show Megs and Cryotek in his  body from Theft of the Golden Disk.)

I quickly betrayed him and used his rescources to create my transformation virus.

(This panel would show the newly Transmetal Dragon Cryotek shorting out and going into stasis.  Megatron would then have him taken away by drones...early versions of his Vehicons maybe?)

All too soon I have brought order to chaos.

All are one at last....there is nothing to stand in my way.

(Megatron is seen in his control cloak, with his Beast Machines style form.  In the background, the Autobot shuttle containing the Maximals can be seen)