#like full blown unit | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

13uswntimagines · 4 months

Text

Big Emotions (Alessia X Leah X toddler!R)

Request: In the Arsenal game vs Manchester United, R has some big emotions about the crowd booing her Mama (Alessia), while shes sitting with Leah in the stands because shes not back from her ACL yet.

Warnings: None. This is a cute kidfic.

Pt. II

More in this universe- here

You tucked your face tightly into your Mama’s neck with a groan, the Batman blanket draped over your body like a little tent protecting you from the biting wind and camera flashes as the team made its way off the bus and into old Trafford.

It wasn’t that Alessia was hiding you from the world, the fans definitely knew about you and loved to chatter about how adorable you were, but she always did her best to keep your face off of the internet.

Finding where you lived, and where you went to preschool would be far too easy for someone who had Ill intentions for her to risk it.

Arsenal and her teammates had agreed and refrained from putting your face on their official social media. Though there were a few of you in a Batman mask on Ella and Mary’s pages, and a couple with some well-placed stickers on the Arsenal official account, she had been successful in protecting your identity.

And the fans seemed to respect her wishes too.

So your appearance in your Batman blanket tent was one that the fans were used to.

What no one was used to was how grumpy you were.

The bus ride from London to Manchester had been long, and rather difficult if Alessia did say so herself.

It was an extension of the already challenging week without her girlfriend that the two of you were trying to navigate. You didn’t take kindly to breaks in your routine, and since your move to London, your mother’s girlfriend Leah had become a large part of that routine.

You were nearly as attached to her as you were to Alessia, and you hadn’t taken well to her absence. You were unable to understand that she was just away on business and that she hadn’t abandoned you and your mama.

The week had been peppered with sporadic FaceTimes that you had no interest in and a lot of crying when your typical routines were broken.

The only reprieve had been your excitement for the game between Arsenal and Manchester United at your favorite stadium, Old Trafford.

You had been so excited to see Mary and Ella that you had refused to sleep after your bedtime story, even after she pulled you into the big bed she normally shared with Leah since the move to London.

Then you hadn’t been impressed by how early she had to wake you up, and were rather uncooperative as she got you dressed, flat out refusing breakfast because they weren’t the mini pancakes Leah usually made you on travel days.

You were miserable by the time you got to the bus, and then you had been forced to sit still for nearly 4 hours. You hadn’t been interested in any of the snacks she brought, any of the movies on your iPad, or interacting with her Arsenal teammates (even Viv, Beth, and Katie which surprised her). The only reprieve had come when she finally coaxed you into a nap about 30 minutes before the bus pulled into the stadium.

“Easy love,” She hummed, bouncing you lightly as she stepped off the bus, flashing a grin towards the waiting crowd while trying to balance you and her bag.

“Let me take that,” Katie said, grabbing Alessia’s kit bag from her. “You just worry about getting the bug inside,”

She nodded towards the Irish captain in thanks, bringing her now free hand up to cup the hidden back of your head as you shifted anxiously against her again at the cheering of the fans.

She sent them another smile, but forwent going to say hello, and headed down the tunnel instead.

The last thing she needed was a full-blown meltdown, and with how loud the fans were and how cranky you were, she knew that’s exactly what would happen.

“We’ll get to the changing room, and you can finish your nap in your cubby, alright?” She said, keeping her voice soft, her feet tapping as the crowd noise faded, blocked by the walls of the stadium. “And then you get to see Mazza and Ella,”

“Weah,” You mumbled into her neck, your voice muffled by her skin, your blanket tent, and the stuffed animal clutched under your arm.

“I know you want Leah,” She sighed, rounding the corner to the hallway that held the visiting team changing room and showers.

She wanted Leah too.

While she had been single when she had you and she knew how to be a single mom, things were so much harder than they were with Leah.

The defender had been part of your life since you were barely a year old, and Alessia had gotten used to her help throughout their 2-year relationship. Even when she was in Manchester, Leah had been an active participant in helping Alessia raise you.

Things were so much easier when they could tag team things like breakfast and keep you entertained. It was one of the selling points of moving to Arsenal.

More time for the three of you to be a family.

“But I’m sure the equipment staff will get you a nice warm sippy of milk, and we can relax until I play,” She continued, nodding towards Stinia as she held the changing room door open for the two of you.

She thought you would perk up at the mention of warm milk, something they were trying to limit to just before bedtime, but you only sniffled against her neck.

“I think our visitor will help too,” Stinia said as she passed, tilting her head towards the locker that the staff always set up for you with blankets and snacks, and a jersey of your own.

Alessia followed her eyes, her shoulders immediately relaxing at the sight of her blonde girlfriend.

“Oh thank god,” She breathed, crossing the room to stand in front of her locker.

Leah met her halfway, pulling you both into her arms the second she was close enough. “Hey loves,”

“Hey,” Alessia sighed, leaning into the woman and accepting a very tame kiss. “Missed you,”

“I missed you both too, so much,” Leah said, her expression soft.

While she loved her job and the opportunities it afforded her, she had grown rather attached to the little family unit the three of you had created.

She quite missed the way you cuddled up to her in the mornings while she watched cartoons with you, and helped you get ready for bed. It was made even more excruciating by how little interest you showed in interacting with her on FaceTime, going so far as to hide under the couch so you could escape the phone.

The only reprieve had been the photos Alessia sent her of you and your stuffed turtle cuddled up in a nest of her sweatshirts, and your refusal to leave the house unless you were wearing one that smelled like Leah.

Today she knew Alessia had wrapped you in one of her owls England ones.

“Tough morning?” Leah asked when you didn’t pull your head out from your blanket tent to greet her.

“You have no idea,” Alessia sighed, beginning to rock again to help settle you. “We’re in a very grumpy mood today,”

Leah made a low noise, stepping a little closer, tilting her head around to look at the opening to your little blanket cave, and laying a very gentle hand on the center of your back. “Hey snuggle bug,”

You shifted in Alessia’s hold, peeking out from under your blanket, the head of your stuffed turtle just visible under your chin. “Weah?”

“Yeah sweetie,” She smiled gently at your bed head. “Do you wanna come to me so mama can get ready? I’ve got your cubby all nice and cuddly for you,”

“No,” You mumbled, your fist tightening in Alessia’s shirt. “m comfy,”

Both women frowned.

They expected you to cling to Leah the moment you saw her, she tended to be your go-to on game days, and you had been relentless in your desire to see her for the last week.

“Ok,” Leah agreed, rubbing your back to hopefully help you stay settled. “Do you want to continue your nap?”

You shook your head, resting your cheek back on your Mama’s shoulder. The way you blinked heavily at her told her a different story, but she didn’t mention it.

“Alright,” Leah hummed, running her fingers through your wild curls.

Your eyes slid closed, and she shared another look with Alessia.

“Let’s go to your cubby,” Alessia sighed, rocking you as she made her way over to the bench that was all set up for you with blankets and two jerseys hanging.

She gently pulled your head from her neck and settled you into the little nest that had been created for you. You pulled your Batman blanket tightly around you, snuggled deeply into the pile of blankets, and pulled the hood of your England jersey over your head, tucking your nose into the collar that smelled like Leah.

You hugged your stuffed turtle, Squirt close to your chest, and let your eyes slide closed.

Maybe you would finish your nap.

******

“Hey love bug, wake up,”

Gentle hands rubbed your back, and you lazily blinked up at Leah’s voice.

“Warm-ups are about to start,” She continued, squatting in front of your little cubby. “Do you want to wear your jersey?”

You shook your head, your little hands coming up to rub the sleep out of your eyes.

“Alright,” Leah agreed, reaching up to brush your wild curls out of your eyes. “Does Squirt want his jersey?”

You yawned, thinking about it for a very long second before nodding.

Leah smiled widely at you, reaching above you to the two extra jerseys hanging in your cubby, specifically designed for your favorite stuffed friend.

“Does he want to wear mine or Mama’s?” She asked, waiting patiently as your eyes flickered between them.

It often took you a few minutes to make big decisions like whose jersey you would wear.

“Mazza,” You mumbled.

The corners of Leah’s lips pulled downward. She wasn’t sure that Alessia had packed the turtle-sized Earps jersey that was a staple at Lionesses games. “I’m not sure we have that one bug. Can you pick mine or mama’s?”

You pouted, tucking your face into Squirt’s shell and shaking your head.

“Ok love,” Leah sighed, trying to keep the disappointment out of her voice. “I have a sippy for you if you would like to watch warmups?”

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you rubbed your nose into squirt's soft body as you thought it over.

You did love to watch Mama play, and they didn’t let you drink warm milk unless it was bedtime.

“Otay,” You said finally, holding out your arms for Leah to pick you up.

Her smile returned, as she ran her hand through your wild curls, and lifted you, squirt and the Batman blanket still wrapped around you into her arms.

You immediately tucked your face into her neck, squishing your stuffed turtle between you, as she tucked your blanket more tightly around you.

You hated jackets, and the old England sweatshirt you were wearing was not sufficient to keep you warm on its own.

“Mazza and El?” You asked into her skin, practically melting into her as she made her way out of the changing room and down the tunnel, nodding at some of the staff as she passed.

Leah hummed. “They’ll be out there too, but I think we’re closer to the Arsenal bench,”

You yawned, a big dinosaur yawn as she stepped out into the stadium, waving at a few fans as she got settled in the seat just behind the bench that the training staff had set up for the two of you.

“See after?” You asked, turning your head so you had a good view of the pitch.

“Definitely,” Leah agreed, passing you a warm red and blue sippy cup filled with milk.

Your eyes found your mama, running next to Viv near the center of the pitch, and you followed them as you sucked on your favorite beverage, relaxing into the defender's hold.

Leah rubbed your back, bouncing her knees very gently. It was adorable how you waved at the girls on the pitch, no matter what team it was, and how they waved back, nudging whoever was next to them to point you out.

You got particularly excited when Ella noticed you, sending you a very enthusiastic wave and a kiss.

Leah knew the move to Arsenal hadn’t been easy for you. You were rather attached to the Manchester United women, and you missed them even if you had settled in well with the Arsenal girls.

She just hoped that you could handle seeing both teams go at it.

Seeing your Mama go against your decidedly favorite aunts.

“Mama is waving at you,” Leah said, nudging you as Alessia sent you an equally big wave.

Maybe this would pull you out of your grumpiness.

*******

Any hope that Leah had of your mood lifting was dashed as soon as the starting lineups were announced.

You had finished your milk just after warmups were over and dawned your Spider-Man ear defenders as the crowd roared to life. You seemed excited to chant along with them to their rendition of Country Road, and the Glory Glory Man united chant, even waving squirt along to the tunes.

But then everything shifted.

You wilted under the chorus of boos that met your Mama’s name, frowning as they echoed from every inch of the stadium.

“Why they boo Mama?”

Your voice was soft as you turned to Leah, a distinct crinkle between your eyes.

Leah bit her lip at your adorableness, smoothing back your hair again. “Well, you remember how Mama played for United?”

You nodded. “With El and Mazza,”

“That’s right,” She said. “When she moved to Arsenal, that upset a lot of people,”

“Because she so good? And they were sad?”

Your head tilted to the side at the question.

Leah hummed. Recognizing and vocalizing your emotions were things that they were working on with you, so she was proud that you were trying to understand the big emotions of the crowd.

“Some are sad,” She agreed. “Some are angry because they don’t understand why she left them,”

“She no leave. You no leave either,” You said automatically, and Leah was already nodding.

“No, we will never leave you. She just changed teams because it was better for her,” She explained gently.

It was a familiar reassurance, one that she and Alessia had to given you hundreds of times.

You had never met your father, but since you started pre-school, you had been acutely aware that you had a Mama and a Leah instead of a mom and dad. They weren’t sure exactly what started it, but you had become irrationally terrified that one of them would leave you. Terrified to the point of a panic attack.

She knew that her absence hadn’t helped.

“Mark a meanie butt,” You muttered, turning back towards the pitch.

Leah suppressed her snort as the teams lined up for kickoff.

He was a meanie butt, and he hadn’t treated you well, going as far as to say that you were a distraction, and doing his best to make it impossible for Alessia to spend time with you.

“Who do you think is going to score?” Leah asked you, redirecting your attention.

Your nose scrunched as you thought. “Mama score one and El,”

“If Mama scores then Mazza won’t have a clean sheet,” Leah reminded you, resting her chin on your shoulder.

You shrugged, the crinkle between your eyebrows reappearing when the crowd erupted in more boos as the ball neared your mama.

You didn’t like it when they booed.

Leah tightened her hold on you, as you began to squirm, your head whipping back and forth with the pace of the game.

“Go, Mama!” You yelled as Katie dispossessed Galton and sent a ball over the top, right into Alessia’s path.

She easily collected it and sent it careening right past Mary’s outstretched fingers.

You nearly launched yourself out of Leah’s lap as the ball hit the back of the net, cheering so loudly that Leah was afraid you would hurt yourself. She pulled you back to stand on her thighs.

Your little yell of excitement was drowned out by the deafening boo throughout the stadium, impossibly louder than it was before.

You turned in Leah’s lap, glaring up at the crowd around you. “No boo my Mama!”

“Easy love,” She said, using her hands on your hips to balance you as you stood on her lap, hyper-aware of the cameras now pointing in your direction.

“No boo Mama!” You screamed at the audience again, your fists clenched at your side, your little cheeks going red. “Mean!”

“It’s ok bug,” Leah tried again, using hands under your armpits and standing up so she was cradling you against her chest. “You’re ok,”

“No ok,” You yelled, tears finally leaking from your eyes. “No boo mama goal. Bestest goal,”

She shushed you gently, rocking from side to side, as she gestured towards security to let her back to the aisle behind the benches.“I know love,”

No one wanted your looming meltdown to be splashed across social media later, even if Leah agreed with you.

It was a great goal and it didn’t deserve the boos.

Alessia didn’t deserve the boos.

“Sh, you’re ok,” She shushed you gently, stepping down the small staircase and into the tunnel, dampening the boos. “Take some deep breaths for me,��

“Mama,” You sniffled miserably into her neck, wiping your tears on Squirt's back. “Best,”

“Your mama is the best,” Leah hummed, running the hand not holding you through your hair, scratching your scalp.

You sagged against her, just like your mother did when Leah ran her hands through her hair.

“And they all know it too. They just don’t know how to handle her being on a different team,” She continued, rocking from side to side. “You’re ok,”

“Mama best,” You repeated, pulling back to look at her with a pout. “no boo,”

She smiled sadly at you. “We can’t stop them from booing, but you know what we can do?”

You shook your head, your eyes that were so like Alessia’s still watery and rimmed red.

“We can cheer so loud that we drown out the boos,” Leah said, fixing your hoodie.

Your eyes flashed with determination. “I cheer for Mama goals,”

She hummed, kissing your forehead (and Squirt’s when you held him up for her). “Let’s go then,”

You nodded vigorously, wiping your eyes. “But after, I tell Mazza and El that fans were butt heads,”

Leah made a low noise of agreement in the back of her throat, bouncing lightly as she made her way back to the mouth of the tunnel.

Her idea wasn’t a complex fix to your mood, and she was sure that they would have to dodge more frustration tantrums from you, but hopefully, it would satisfy you until after the match.

Yes, Alessia would need to assure you that she was alright, and they would need to scrub social media of your face angrily yelling at fans, but right now she would take the little that you were giving her.

There would be time for big emotions later.

Right now, all she had to do was cheer for her love with you (and Squirt).

#woso x reader #woso imagines #woso imagine #alessia russo x reader #leah williamson x reader #alessia russo x leah williamson x reader

878 notes · View notes

haeryna · 4 months

Text

in my dreams you love me back (i still love you) ↪ gojo satoru x reader x geto suguru ⋆｡ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆

← previous | ˗ˋˏ ♡ ˎˊ˗ | next →

summary: soft moments with shoko keep your heart soft as well, but suguru finds something that he wasn't supposed to.

tw: sfw but vague mentions of losing your virginity. your mother MEDDLES but let's be real, we'd do the same. allusions to the bible for the aesthetic but also because i like the imagery of the themes. not proofread.

notes: title taken from red velvet's "in my dreams." the second half of "i would give up heaven if i had to." another short chapter because i split it in two originally! banner from @/cafekitsune

"You look like shit."

You can't stop the huff that escapes your mouth as Shoko peers at you from your phone, propped up against your rice cooker. She's somewhere in the United States right now, attending a medical conference. She isn't wrong; your ten minute break in the bathroom had turned into a full-blown half hour breakdown. Thankfully, none of your coworkers pointed out the redness of your eyes and the sallow tint to your skin. Your manager had practically forced you to go home early. They all assumed that you had broken down about how the Gojo Satoru had demanded you be the one to make his drink. At this point, you were too tired to correct them.

"I just got back from the cafe, leave me alone." Yawning, you reach for a bowl. "I'm starving and exhausted, and now you're going to yell at me, Sho?"

You can hear the heavy exhale, and the camera blurs as she lets out a cloud of cigarette smoke. "I never said that. Did you see them today?"

"Is it that obvious?"

"Nobody else can make you cry that hard, and I know it wasn't me."

You hesitate for a moment. "Mom thinks I should hear them out."

"Personally, I would tell them I'll speak to them after a down payment of 5k."

"Shoko!"

But your laughter fills the air, and you can catch Shoko's self-satisfied smirk from the other end. "There she is." A soft haze fills your screen as her voice softens. "Do I need to fly back and tell the two of them to fuck off?"

"I can tell them to leave myself," you protest, but Shoko gives you a deadpan stare. "Okay, well, maybe it'll be hard."

As the silence falls, warm and comfortable, you bustle around the kitchen, spooning rice into your bowl of leftovers. The air is warm, and despite your exhaustion, you can't help but appreciate the dreaminess of the evening. Shoko watches you, dark eyes unreadable. "What?" you finally ask, curiosity lacing your voice.

"Just be careful," she sighs. "Satoru and Suguru will probably do some crazy shit to get you to notice them. I just don't want those idiots to scare you."

"They don't care enough to do that," is your sardonic reply, and this time, it's her turn to laugh.

"If you really think that, then you're blinder than I thought."

He is breaking me down on every side, and now it's too late for me; he has uprooted my hopes like a tree.

When the number of your old landline rings on Suguru's cellphone, he almost blocks it out of habit before he registers the last four digits. Panicking, he immediately accepts the call.

"Hey, is everything okay? I-"

Your mother's voice chirps back at him, a bit staticky from the old phone that he knows she'd insisted on keeping installed in the kitchen. "Suguru, dear, could you do me a favor?"

Ingrained instinct forces a "yes ma'am," from his mouth before he can even process the request. He can practically hear the smile in your mother's voice. "It won't take too long, don't worry. My back has been aching an awful amount after my last surgery, but I've been meaning to wear some of my old church clothes to Bingo Night. Would you mind grabbing it for me?"

The attic is cluttered and old, and the dust stings his eyes, but Suguru can't bring himself to complain as he begins to rummage through boxes. It feels like seeing you again, like being your Suguru again, as he unearths old photo albums, and stuffed toys. There was the rabbit you used to carry around all the time. A picture frame, of you, Shoko, Satoru, and Suguru one summer afternoon. Carefully, he wipes away the dust, smiling at the memory. You'd lost your front tooth that summer; now, it was forever memorialized.

Finally, he reaches a small collection of boxes in the back. The dress lays draped over a small stack of boxes, but as he grabs it, one topples over, spilling its contents all over the floor.

Suddenly, selfishly, Suguru is grateful that Satoru stayed behind back in their hotel room, because inside the cardboard box is envelopes. At least thousands of them, crammed into each possible corner, dates written on the front in the same handwriting you've had since high school. He tears open another box, only to find the same. Three whole boxes of letters. Selfish hope and heavier dread sinks into his skin like the dust that is slowly falling to the floor; Suguru has unearthed something that he knows he's not supposed to see.

Was this how Adam felt, holding the forbidden fruit in his hand? Which was stronger; the will of God, or the love of man?

"You will not certainly die,” the serpent said to the woman. “For God knows that when you eat from it your eyes will be opened, and you will be like God, knowing good and evil.

He's almost frantic as he searches for the first letter, scattering them around himself until he finds it; labelled a week after Suguru had taken Satoru with him to pursue what they had believed to be an impossible dream. Suguru hesitates only for a moment, until with one decisive swipe, he rips the flap from the waxy paper beneath. This one is addressed to him.

Suguru,

My parents put me in therapy. Remember how we always used to joke that if anyone needed it, it would be you? Why did you leave me? What did I do wrong? It hurts, Sugu, why, why, why My therapist thinks that keeping letters will help, and my parents want me to at least give it a try. Mom won't say anything, but I know she's concerned. Dad's already torn into Toru's parents, so the whole town is fully aware of what they've done. Shoko says that they're practically livid with shame, skulking around the town as that'll fix their reputation. You missed it; there was one night when the fireflies came back, and I swear they filled the entire sky. It was beautiful. It reminded me of the first time we met, do you remember that?

I wish you'd been here to see it. I'm sorry, Suguru. I'm sorry that I wasn't good enough to take along. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you I love you. I hope you're safe. I hope you're taking care of Toru for me.

I love you so much that it's hard to be mad.

Water drips down onto the ink of where you'd signed your name, and with a start, Suguru realizes he's crying. Gently folding the letter, he sets it aside, and reaches for the next one.

Mom and Dad have what Grandma had. I'm scared, Toru. I wish you were here. You'd always say something silly that would make me forget for even a moment.

Another.

I saw you on the television today, Toru. You're so beautiful it hurts.

Another.

I've given up on properly going to college. They're so sick that I'm terrified to leave them alone.

More. More. More.

I try my best not to listen, but the radio in the coffee shop plays the songs you make, Sugu. I hate it, but it's selfish of me. The girl you sing about, does Toru get along with her? Does she make you happy?

He can't stop himself from reading any more than he can stop the tears pouring down his face. They'd missed so much of your life, and yet you'd dutifully written letter after letter, as if you'd planned on them seeing it. Like you hoped they would come back some day. The next letter was only written two years ago, but it turns Suguru's blood to ice.

I saw the scandal on one of the gossip magazines while I was out shopping for groceries, Toru. The Chanel model? Really? I was kind of hoping for the Gucci one, she seems so nice to her assistant.

I say this like you're a celebrity. A celebrity that I can just laugh at, and say "must be nice, having supermodels fall into your lap!" You were mine, once, long before you were hers. I love loved you.

I did something stupid, last night. Remember Kenji, from high school? The one you always hated? I can't even explain it, how furious I was, when I saw you with that model. You looked so happy, like it didn't matter that all your joy and abundance didn't come at my expense.

I ended up sleeping with him for the first time, with anyone for the first time really. I'm not going to write more; it's embarrassing, and it wasn't even good, but I think I'm more upset with myself. It doesn't matter.

It's not like you'll ever find out. Even if you do, it's not like you'll care.

It's not like my love mattered to you to begin with.

Suguru's chest feels as though someone has washed his heart in acid. On paper, the person you were after they left was more jaded. Less optimistic. You no longer spoke of things you wished they were able to experience with you, but rather all the things they'd left behind. You thought they didn't care, and as he forces his useless lungs to take another breath, he knows that he can't leave this town until he convinces you to come with him. As he stumbles down from the attic, dress in hand, your mother gives him a knowing stare.

"Did you find the dress I asked you to grab?"

"Yes ma'am," Suguru says numbly. It's all he says. It's all he can say. Your mother sighs, patting the chair next to her. "Why don't you call Satoru over, hm? Try some of the tea I bought. I remember your mother saying you only drink black. You really should call her more."

Why is light given to a man whose way is hid, and whom God hath hedged in?

"I'm home!" you call out, slipping your shoes off with one hand as you balance the full bag of groceries in the other. "Did you take your medi-"

The carrots drop to the floor as you take in the sight of Gojo and Geto sitting at your kitchen table with your mother of all people. "What the fuck?"

Geto's eyes are rimmed red, like he'd been crying, while Satoru stares at you with a hint of anguish. "What the fuck," you repeat again, dumbfounded. "Why are you in my house right now?"

Geto opens his mouth to speak, but your mother waves it away. "You know how bad my back's been lately, I really wanted to wear that old emerald dress your father got me, do you remember?"

Stunned, you can only nod.

"And, I didn't want to have you come all the way back from the city just to grab a dress for me, so I called over Suguru and Satoru to help me out," your mother finishes. You can't stop the panic from leaking into your voice.

"Where was the dress?"

From the look on their faces, you know that Geto and Gojo have found it. All the letters you were too weak to send, too weak to throw away. How much did they read?

"The attic, dear," is your mother's quiet response, and when you turn her attention to her, you can see the quiet love and encouragement in her eyes.

What's more important? The love for all the things they did do, or all the things they didn't?

White noises rushes into your head, and you can barely process your mother's departure. Something about Bingo Night? The door clicks shut and you're left with silence so profound that your body almost instinctively crumples in on itself. Suguru can't look you in the eyes, absentmindedly tracing the rim of the delicate porcelain teacup that looks comically small next to his calloused hands. Satoru merely watches, but you can see the tension in his neck, in the way his fingers flex around empty air.

So, you do the only thing you can do. You run.

Turning, you all but sprint up the stairs. You lied. You couldn't do this, couldn't face them, see them, hear them-

Toned arms reach around from behind, pulling you decisively to a well-defined chest. The air is forced out of your lungs as you yelp, squirming out of the hold, only to freeze as Satoru places his cheek on your head, nuzzling into your hair.

"I missed you."

Tears spring to your eyes but Satoru keeps going. "You were the only thing that kept us going. Our apartment was so shitty, we had to put cardboard on the floor just to keep warm. I thought of you all the time. I thought of which stage outfit you'd like better, how you would get along so well with the other members of the group. We didn't forget you. We love you too much for that."

"Stop," you choke out, as your legs crumple under you. Satoru catches you, tugging you further into him, as tears trickle down your face. A blurred shape; Suguru, kneeling in front of you, gently taking your hands in his.

"One chance, princess," he breathes. "Give us one chance to explain ourselves. After that, we'll do whatever you want, give you whatever you want. We've only ever been yours."

#haerinwrites #idol!satoru gojo #rockstar!suguru geto #satoru gojo x reader #satosugu x reader #jjk angst #jjk x reader #suguru geto x reader #satoru x suguru x reader #satoru x reader #suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #geto x reader x gojo

1K notes · View notes

ssahotchnerr · 11 months

Note

Hii!! Can you do hotch x reader where hotch is all grumpy and reader is the complete opposite but he is all soft and cute towards the reader

perspectives

wc; 1.2k cw; bau!reader, angst, hurt to comfort, no established relationship but <3

aaron had never been a fan of car rides.

long car rides, to be exact. heading to the bau was never an issue, same with running around town, errands, taking jack to soccer. but a journey more than an hour? nearly unacceptable.

the luxury of traveling via the jet throughout the years definitely didn't help. and while numerous rides exceeded well over that hour time frame, at least that didn't compare to a car ride's length to the destination. that ideology was more manageable, easier to accept. and besides, he wasn't the one who was flying the plane.

so whenever it was necessary to make the trek to the state prison for interviews, about two hours away from quantico, it was displeasing. it was irritating. but it had to be done and complaining wasn't in his vocabulary.

the changing point, however, was you.

the first time you accompanied him, you had newly been added to the unit- still wide-eyed with innocence, not subjected to the horrors just yet, nervous yet excited jitters making you squirm in your seat.

he envied you in that aspect- being able to see the world in a lighter view. so maybe when you asked if you could turn on the radio, he didn't hesitate to comply.

and upon your second ride together, he flicked the radio on as soon as the engine started.

perhaps that gave you the confidence you were waiting for - finding an open, more inviting atmosphere to speak your mind.

"you know, you frown more in the car."

your words surprised him, "what?"

"it's true." you were relaxed in your seat, looking out the window and admiring the scenery passing by. "sometimes i wonder if you can even see past the windshield with how much your eyebrows are drawn over your eyes."

his lips fell into a line, but amusement bubbled within his chest. "i can see perfectly fine."

you laughed, and in that moment, aaron realized just how badly he needed that to grace his ears. "i would hope so. we haven't crashed yet."

aaron chuckled softly, his eyes returning to the road ahead.

"so, car rides huh?" not only was your wit quick, but so was your ability to read him like a book.

he huffed out a breath through his nose. "hate 'em."

"haven't you heard, it's not about the destination, but the journey?"

"our journey leads us to a high security establishment containing the worst of the worst." aaron deadpanned.

"sure." you shrugged, turning back towards the window. "but maybe it's all about perspective."

and maybe you were right.

as time moved forward, you became his frequent passenger. when the opportunity arose to take a drive, anywhere in that matter, you were always the first to volunteer.

it became routine- aaron tuning the radio to your favorite station upon the engine's ignition. his once silent rides were now accompanied by music, small talk followed and ultimately turned into full blown conversations. work related or not.

and suddenly aaron preferred the car to the jet, enjoying your presence and lightness you suddenly indulged him in. you were rather talented in elaborating, your intuition seemingly limitless. the conversations you fabricated were both amusing and constructive, and the two of you could partake in such for hours. you were easy to talk to, kind and open, not the one to be judgmental. and throughout, you looked at him in a way that made him feel so vulnerable it was frightening, but extremely safe. he could open up about the depths of his mind and you would still look at him the same way. in addition, he couldn't remember the last time he actually had the urge to open up. willingly.

sure, he could sit with you on the jet (and notably, he did) and get the same exchange, but he preferred the peace and stillness of just the two of you. you, him, and the open road.

and maybe more importantly, you made him feel like himself again.

while it was bound to happen, aaron dreaded when the job would take it's toll on you.

aaron often admired your level-headedness, your ability to remain objective and to not dwell on the darkness as many agents do; the all consuming abyss. your bubbly personality coincided with seeing the good in all things, despite all circumstances.

no wonder you got along so well with garcia.

you maintained your sense of strength, for so long, aaron feared how hard it would hit you; the realization darkness would never cease it's attempts to triumph light. and that same darkness would attempt to overcome you, no matter how much light you offered.

manageable. if he couldn't protect you from the inevitable (although, he would if he could - in less than a heartbeat), he could at least make it manageable.

slowly and surely, your inner sparkle was dimming. and he wouldn't dare allow your light to diminish.

an interview at the virginia reformatory arose, and something about this unsub had riled you up to the extreme- aaron's never seen so much fiery behind your eyes. but despite your hatred, you had insisted on going- your vigor all too similar to one he knew well.

"his guy," you seethed, buckling your seatbelt rather forcefully. "is sick. what he's done-"

"i know."

"they didn't deserve it hotch." aaron nearly flinched at the use of his name, he's gotten used to hearing aaron from you. "why do we have to drive all this way, to get stupid answers from a stupid, vile ass clown who doesn't want to speak to us to begin with? we're going to get nothing out of it. nothing."

"i see you've been hanging around dave too much." aaron commented, hoping to lighten the mood.

but your attitude didn't falter, not like it would've previously. "why do we have to go? driving all the way out there is pointless."

aaron shrugged, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. "i don't mind the drive."

you snorted a laugh, your comment flying out of your mouth. "since when?"

"since someone," aaron's eyes found yours. "changed my perspective."

"yeah, well," you slouched in your seat, mumbling under your breath. "what do i know."

"a lot more than you give yourself credit for." his answer was simple, true.

"c'mon."

"i'm serious. yeah, this sucks. it's going to be an unpleasant afternoon. but..." he paused for emphasis, bringing a sense of playfulness. "the journey."

another scoff came from you. "and what could possibly come from that."

"you never know." before aaron could overthink himself out of it, his hand reached over the center console, finding yours naturally- as if it were it's rightful place to be. where it belonged.

your hand was just as soft as he expected, somehow more, even. he gave it a squeeze, and it immediately brought a bit of light back into you. your shoulders dropped, warmth returned to your face, looking at him in a sense of awe, almost.

unknowingly to each other, both of you felt it. where aaron's touch met yours, every part of him was aflame.

"the journey." he repeated. "that's the whole point, isn't it? you never know what, or who, will be the outcome."

#aaron hotchner x reader #aaron hotchner #aaron hotchner fluff #aaron hotchner x you #aaron hotch x reader #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader #criminal minds drabble #aaron hotchner drabble #criminal minds fanfiction #hotch imagine #criminal minds x you #criminal minds imagine

2K notes · View notes

cameronspecial · 4 months

Text

Fading Memories

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Mentions of mother's death.

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 0.4K

Summary: Ward's first wife died long before Y/N came along and Y/N wants to help bring Rafe's mom back to life for him.

Masterlist

After the death of his wife, Ward Cameron got rid of every memory he had of her. Her personal items and pictures of her were all packed away and sent to a storage unit where the location was unknown to his children. Rafe often recounts his memory of his mother to Y/N, but he also tells her about the fact that he is slowly forgetting what his mother looks like. And it kills him. So as his birthday is approaching, she knows exactly what to get him as a present. Finally, studying to become a forensic artist is coming in handy for her real life. Since she has never seen Ward’s first wife, Y/N draws a variety of options as to what she can look like based on her children. She worked for weeks with Sarah to try the get the likeness as best as she could. On his birthday, she has a product Sarah says is almost identical to their mother.

Y/N rolls on her feet in anticipation of Rafe opening the gift. His hand twirls the rectangle prism in his hold to get the rest of the wrapping paper off. The frame is downward on his lap, so he can’t see the picture until he flips it over. His eyes scan the features of the face before him, recognition forming instantly. “This is my mom,” he whispers, his nose bringing air in with a slight wheeze. “How did you find this?” The frame now rests on his chest, over his heart. She gives him a shy smile, “I actually made it. I looked at your and your sisters’ features and came up with different possibilities as to what she looked like. Then Sarah helped fill in the gaps as to what I needed.” He looks at her with awe. She went through all of that trouble to give him back his childhood. The drawing helps him replace the almost fading memory of his mother with a full-blown coloured photo. His memories of her become so much more vivid and he loves it. He doesn’t hide his tears as he pulls Y/N into a hug, staining her shirt with wet globs. “Thank you. Thank you so much, Y/N. I love you,” he cries. She kisses his cheek, “You’re welcome, Rafey. I’m glad I can give you a piece of your mom back. I love you too.”

Taglist: @winterrrnight @loves0phelia @thelomlisrafecameron @wickedlovely121 @victory-in-the-llama

409 notes · View notes

fractualized · 12 days

Text

A while ago I got under someone's skin for referencing Joker's surprising delayed reaction to killing Jason Todd, and since then I've been thinking it's worth digging into as an interesting element of Joker's characterization.

Of course, first thing's first: Jason's murder in Batman (1940) #427, as originally presented in 1988.

Jason has just reconnected with his biological mother, Sheila Haywood, at a famine relief camp in Ethiopia— and he's discovered that Joker is blackmailing her with information about her criminal past. She gets him truckloads of medical supplies to sell on the black market, and Joker restocks the trucks with toxin. While Bruce races to stop a tampered truck, Jason decides to help his mother on his own. When he discloses he's Robin, however, Sheila betrays him to Joker, not only to stay on Joker's good side but because she's actually been embezzling money from the organization she works for this whole time. She's afraid an investigation prompted by Batman and Robin's appearance would expose this fact.

So Sheila stands by as Jason is felled by Joker and his goons, and then the crowbarring starts.

It's bad! When we return later, Jason is presumably dead.

While Joker isn't shocked that he's murdered a child, he does have an unexpected reaction to Sheila's point. He hadn't really been thinking about what he was doing, implying that he hadn't intended to kill Jason. He just got carried away, whoopsie! He didn't do this to get at Batman; he wasn't thinking about Batman at all. Now, however, he's concerned about how Batman will react.

Joker thinks Jason is already dead. The purpose of the bomb is to get rid of the evidence of his involvement, including Sheila. Joker is not broken up about what he did, but he does have a sense that he's gone a step too far and he doesn't want Batman to know about it. At least for now!

In the end, while Jason wakes and he and his mother try to save each other, they're trapped in the warehouse when the bomb goes off. Bruce makes it back only in time to find a dying Sheila, who tells him it was Joker. When Bruce finds Jason, Jason gets no last words. He's already dead, and Bruce is devastated.

A clue from Joker leads Bruce to the United Nations in New York, and there, infamously, Bruce learns that Joker has been made the ambassador from Iran. Joker is now protected from prosecution, and Batman going after him risks an international incident. Bruce still very much wants to, but Superman stops him.

Well, mostly Superman. I recommend reading Batman #429 to see Bruce's full thought process on this. He is furious and constantly thinking about finally ending Joker— but he also questions his mental state. He still wonders if he can hold Joker responsible if he believes Joker is insane. He uses phrases like "what happened to Jason" like it was a natural disaster, not murder. He even confronts Joker to give him one last chance to turn himself in to Arkham Asylum. Bruce is in a kind of denial, still grabbing at how things usually go.

But back to Joker. Evidently, he's no longer worried that Batman will find out he killed Robin. Joker admits to it immediately.

I assume Joker realized there was no point in denying it. Is Batman going to think it's a coincidence that Robin got blown up when Joker was around? Though Bruce does say it's Joker's taunts that 100% confirm for him that the clown was responsible, pointing again to Bruce still grasping for reasons to not break his rule in his grief.

By the end of the issue, Joker has naturally tried to kill the entire United Nations assembly, which instantly made him free game. So Bruce pursues him to a helicopter, and an in-air scuffle ensues in which Bruce explicitly prevents Joker from being killed by friendly fire, evidently so he can decide how Joker will die. Bruce jumps out of the helicopter, abandoning Joker to a fiery crash. However, despite Bruce's (supposed) intentions, Joker's body is nowhere to be found. The clown lives!

So that's it, right? Joker felt some unease about killing Jason initially, but in a short time, he was happy to gloat about it to Batman's face.

But when Joker reappears in Batman #450, in 1990, he is not triumphant. He's holed up in a dilapidated building, where he learns someone is impersonating him.

How often do we see Joker upset by murders? When the story returns to him, we learn more about his mental state.

With all of Joker's cackling glee at the things he's done, coming close to actual death in the helicopter crash has jarred him— and not just the crash, but the murder that led to it. He recoils from the memory of what he did to Jason. It's why he can't see the joke anymore. It's set apart from his previous crimes. It's too far.

Which is not at all to say that Joker is completely broken up about Jason. By the end of #450, he rallies and sets out to go after his copycat and restore his reputation to his liking.

In Batman #451, though, Joker is still plagued by doubts along the way.

Even when he overcomes those doubts, claiming the mantle as the one and only Joker when his copycat dies by falling into acid, Joker challenges Gordon to finally kill him. It's reminiscent of The Killing Joke, the first time Joker went too far. But like TKJ, Gordon and Batman decide to get Joker back to Arkham against their more vengeful instincts.

Joker's also decided Arkham is just what he needs. Outside, he's plagued by the reality of what he's done; in Arkham, he can settle back into his insanity and stop caring about it again.

So after that, Joker has no second thoughts about killing Jason, right? After all, he largely references the murder in callous terms. In-universe this makes sense as Joker revising history in his own head, particularly as more stories portray his effort to be more monster than man. Monsters don't have qualms about murder! But this is comics, so we can also presume that not all Joker writers know or remember #450/451, which I think is a shame. I find stories in which Joker expresses even just a degree of vulnerability to be more interesting than those where he's just mwahaha evil.

I have seen a few other bat stories bring some nuance into Joker's perception of Jason's death, though.

First up is the particularly nuanced "Fool's Errand" in Detective Comics (1937) #726, published in 1998. Bruce visits Joker in Arkham to get information on how to find a kidnapped girl who's running out of time. It just so happens Joker arranged this kidnapping for a particular day.

I strongly recommend this issue for batjokes fans, as it revolves around Joker talking the case through with Batman in his cell to help him figure out more clues to a crime Joker himself planned. Even with Bruce beating Joker up, the conversational tone feels almost friendly. They're just doing their usual thing.

Well, sort of. Bruce has already said he's not in the mood, and he interrupts their conversation to say so again.

Joker could insist that Batman stay and keep playing the game, and needle him for being unwilling to merely talk to Joker to rescue this child. Instead, Joker gives up her location.

And Bruce does come back as predicted.

So that was Joker's nefarious plan. He wanted to restore some hope to Bruce's cynical soul to be sure that his future failures would hurt even more. But it sure seems the middle didn't go the way Joker expected, when he recognized Batman just wasn't going to play the game as usual.

Joker doesn't jump into taunting. He doesn't answer Bruce at first. He's withdrawn and reflective. He's got something else on his mind on this anniversary of the second Robin's death, and he knows that Bruce does, too. Perhaps not forcing Batman to play was a small gesture, acknowledging the difficulty of the day, remembering how things changed. And what does that gesture cost Joker when he still gets the outcome he wants?

Second example is actually also called "Fool's Errand," this one from Robin (1993) #85, published in 2001. This is a fun one in which Joker discusses his interactions and frustrations with the Robins.

But while Joker indicates more than once that he wants to fight Batsy alone, after he talks about killing Jason, this is the next page:

Joker does not then say he was relieved when another Robin showed up, but still. He's acknowledged again that when he murdered Jason, things were not right. As angry as the birdies make him, they're a key component in the game.

Then we come back to "Once More, With Feeling!" in Harley Quinn (2000) #25, from 2002. Harley's been playing double-agent against Batman with Joker, and she and Joker have this exchange.

Joker typically makes light of murdering Robin, but it seems that when he's with just about his only confidante, he lets other feelings about it burst out.

There's also a flashback to DitF in Batman: Gotham Knights #44 in 2003. We get an exchange between Bruce and Joker before Bruce jumps out of the helicopter.

Joker laughs as the helicopter dives, ready to die, but before that, he seems resigned. He doesn't throw in a real dig about murdering Jason, and he doesn't gloat that he's finally gotten Batman to kill him. He acknowledges he crossed a line.

Lastly, there's a 2006 exchange between, well, Joker and Jason himself in "All They Do is Watch Us Kill, Part 2" as part of Under the Red Hood in Batman (1940) #649. Jason has kidnapped Joker as batbait, and when Joker needles him, Jason needles him back.

Joker regularly extolls his own crimes, but suddenly one of his victims mockingly accuses him of putting up a front, of not being as coldhearted and untouchable as he wants to seem. Maybe Joker does doubt what he's doing and retreats under the cover of madness so he doesn't have to think about it— just as he did in Batman #451.

I'm not sure if there are other examples of Joker expressing anything but mocking glee about Jason's death. I do know of times he's shown a sort of fondness for Jason (such as in The Man Who Stopped Laughing #4, Gotham War: Red Hood #2, Suicide Squad: Get Joker #3), but that's not really the same thing. Joker could've seen Red Hood as his and Batman's Frankenstein child without feeling any squeamishness about killing him in the first place.

But if anyone knows of any other moments where Joker does not act like killing Jason is absolutely his most favorite thing he ever did, do share!

#joker #jason todd #my jibber-jabber

282 notes · View notes

madelynraemunson · 1 month

Text

CASUAL part 2

see part one here.

modern!incel!asshole! eddie x fem!reader

It’s 7 in the morning. Eddie is seen doom-pacing in the halls of Hawkins High.

a/n: i promised y’all part 2 so here ya go. let’s make him pay. 💋 also shout out to @love-anonymous-writer for bringing this universe to life. a little angst here and there is good for the soul <3

who got the last laugh?

[WC: 1.1k words]

“Please respond…please respond…please respond…”

The soles of Eddie’s shoes slam against the tiles of Hawkins High as he rushes to your locker. Meanwhile his entire soul has left his body.

You didn’t answer any of his phone calls. All the texts he sent you were left on read. Having been so accustomed to your instant replies, Eddie essentially catapulted himself into a full-blown panic last night when he saw the ominous text you sent him...and the nothingness from you that followed soon after.

The crickets of Forrest Hills that taunted his eardrums later that night served as a vengeful metaphor of the brick wall you built between you and him. The girl who once gave him everything has now started giving him nothing. You’re nowhere, but everywhere. It’s like you’ve become a ghost.

When he sees you, color drains from Eddie’s guilty face. You look so beautiful today, hair curled down to the small of your back, a nice simple dress and some slippers, with makeup ever so gracefully applied. A class act, even when plagued with the utmost disrespect.

“Hi," he says to you as he approaches.

“Hi.”

As far as Munson knows, he no longer exists to you. He's a shadow now, a carapace of a boy you used to love 'cuz now — after hearing what you heard in his trailer — you know he's not the same boy that made you feel all the butterflies. That boy is long gone. You even start to wonder if that version of Eddie even existed.

“C-can we talk, please?” he requests.

“What’s to talk about?” you challenge him, stoically. “Don’t wanna annoy you with my rambling.”

“You never annoy me…” he attempts as you mindlessly comb through your locker for your homeroom notebook.

“Mm.”

You were casual about it. Too casual about it.

“You… uh…” he clears his throat. “You made me cookies yesterday?”

“Yeah,” you shrug. “I was at your door for quite a while so you must’ve been busy. Cookies were taken care of though.”

“I see…” Eddie mutters as the pieces all start coming together.

He thinks about how he always leaves his windows cracked open. His uncle would whoop his ass if he hot-boxed the trailer again, so it became a habit. But the trailer park is small, and on certain afternoon, if someone from a nearby unit had dropped a pin, Eddie would hear it. Suddenly, fear arises in him.

Surely, you didn't hear everything he and The Boys™️ said. He had his headphones on and he couldn't have possibly been that loud, could he? Unless technology failed him again.

The warning bell sounds throughout the halls and you excuse yourself from the narrative. Eddie tags after you like a lost puppy, nearly tripping on his shoelaces along the way.

"W-wait!"

The first class of the morning is homeroom. A class you unfortunately shared with Eddie, Grant, and Harmony.

You didn't want to see any of their faces. Eddie's face would serve as a reminder of how fake and construed the fucker is. Grant's would remind you of how insignificant you were to the guys (despite how welcomed they made you feel at the start). And Harmony. Harmony's beautiful face — with a body far too developed for a girl in her grade to match — would only remind you of the fact that the girl didn't inherently do anything to you... other than be beautiful and get caught in the crossfire of horny, greasy teenage boys.

It’s a fucking mess.

You swallow hard and keep your chin up regardless. Because what other choice do you have? You either feign your confidence or let irrelevant boys crush it.

You continue strutting over to your seat as Eddie trails behind at a measurable distance. Along the way, you inevitably run into the Junior Queen of Hawkins High herself, Harmony Heathers.

Harmony issues you a sweet smile. You smile back at her in return. And you didn't even need to turn your back to know that Eddie most likely did a double-take when sliding past her.

The late bell rings, indicating the start of class.

“Okay,” your homeroom teacher Mrs. Helleck exhales as she clasps her hands together. “Good morning everybody. For Red Ribbon Week this week, we’re gonna be doing a group project. Worth 20-percent of your grade.”

The class erupts in agonistic groans while Mrs. Helleck attempts to calm them down. You feel Eddie’s gaze burn into you, indicative to the fact that he was looking forward to using you again like he always seems to do. This time around it would be for a grade instead of a two-pump fuck. But you had something else in mind.

“You will be doing a presentation,” Helleck continues. “With a partner of your choice. Your job is to create a slogan along with a list of reasons why you should stay away from drugs.”

“Drugs Instead of Hugs,” Grant mutters to Eddie.

The general vicinity collectively praises his lukewarm wannabe 4-Chan edged joke.

You roll your eyes while your poor homeroom teacher tries to proceed with her instructions, despite the immature snickers.

“You will be presenting with your partner on Friday. Do not wait until last minute to do this assignment please. Deadlines catch up to you fast.”

Mrs. Helleck makes her way over to you.

Like Dungeons and Dragons, everyone in the class is assigned a “classroom role”. You’re the leader of the pack, the ‘foreman’, to which you never understood because up until today you never had the confidence to call the shots. The alphabet has never been on your side anyways.

“Now dear,” your teacher smiles down at you. “Since your last name starts with an A, you get first choice. Who would you like to work with?”

Eddie’s gaze is extra fixated on you now. It gives you a greater deal of satisfaction than tossing those cookies ever did. It was you who had the reigns now, instead of those woman-patronizing incels.

You start to smile connivingly, to which the guys start to gulp over. You can tell they’re putting two and two together, their two brain cells collectively working over time to discover that you had a delicious upper-cut up your sleeve.

It’s the very least they can do. If they wanted to taint your name to smithereens in your absence, you’re sure as hell going to give them something else to lose their minds about in Math 3.

And when all eyes are fixated on you, you tilt your chin up to project your voice. You want to make sure everyone, especially Grant and Eddie, hear you loud and clear when you sinisterly announce,

“I pick Harmony.”

tag list: @damp4eddie @eddiesguitarskills @babygirl229 @love-anonymous-writer @ziggeddie @socially-awkward-eliza @shesahellfirebabe @ali-r3n @yourdailymemedelivery @mincloud @jupitersnights @ineedtosusoutmyreadinglist @whisperingtales @fearlessreid @emma-munson

divider by: @benkeibear

#eddie munson #eddie munson angst #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson mini series #requests #maddy’s requests 🍸#part 2 #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you

220 notes · View notes

gffa · 1 year

Text

Laughing my ass right off at Bo-Katan’s never ending terrible, horrible, no good, very bad time, like in the span of about a fucking week, she has:

Din Djarin come knocking on her door and she has to deal with his quest to find the living waters as he prods every emotional bruise she still has about all the Mandalorians abandoning her

Din gets himself snared by some weird eyeball in a jar in a robot body so the weird green baby has to come tell her to rescue him

Which she does and then falls into the Living Waters with him and possibly sees a Mythosaur making her question her sanity

Then her fucking childhood home gets blown up by Imperial remnants, just one more reminder that everything she was gifted she has lost, that she has failed her family’s legacy one more time

So sure why not, let’s go join the group she doesn’t actually believe in and called a cult just last season, but they’re reasonably nice to her and she’s good at fighting, so actually they’re pretty cool

But she’s still quietly freaking out that she may have seen a mythical legendary creature like is she LOSING HER FUCKING MIND HERE???

And how the fuck do you eat without taking your helmet off??

Suddenly she’s being pushed into leadership of the war party, but it’s not bad, she got to stay by the fire, and it’s nice to be useful, even if she still feels out of sorts.

And then even more suddenly she’s being told she walks both worlds, that she needs to unite Mandalore one more fucking time

LET’S GO KICK SOME PIRATE ASS!!!11!

So sure why the fuck not. WHY THE FUCK NOT. Let’s go to some decked out vacation planet in the middle of Bumfuck Outer Rim

Let’s take a stupid as shit detour into finding some malfunctioning droids with a guy who has unresolved droid-related trauma and literally KICKS THE DROIDS just to be a dick so they’ll react,

Like Bo-Katan Kryze doesn’t have enough shit to deal with, every time she has to stop and deal with some absolute clown buffoonery, she’s reminded that she’s in full clown wig and makeup herself, this is her fucking life now and I was LAUGHING MY ASS OFF ABOUT IT THE ENTIRE TIME, Bo-Katan’s life is just one long string of, “Life is already so goddamned weird, this might as well happen.” I love you, babe, but I also love your long suffering face as you have to deal with being in a Star Wars show.

#the mandalorian #the mandalorian spoilers #bo katan kryze #i make myself laugh and that's all that's important

2K notes · View notes

anonymous-dentist · 6 months

Text

Hi, I’m A.D., I’m a historian, and let’s talk about the nuclear bomb and why the one that exploded at the end of QSMP’s Purgatory Event probably didn’t kill all that many people upon initially exploding.

The nuclear bomb, as everybody knows, has only ever been used in a war twice. Both explosions were caused by the United States in their war against Japan at the tail end of World War Two in one final terrible last ditch attempt at ending the war through any means necessary.

Pictured above are the atomic explosions at Hiroshima (left) and Nagasaki (right.)

These are big huge clouds, which makes sense! Nuclear weapons, on average, have the strength of somewhere between 10 and 50 megatons of TNT. Hydrogen bombs, meanwhile, are WAY worse, with the first test coming in at a whopping 10 MILLION tons of TNT.

To put it in Minecraft terms for all you nerds out there, imagine Doomsday from the Dream SMP and how it razed an entire nation to bedrock level by using somewhere in the range of 20 stacks of TnT (if I’m remembering correctly.) A nuclear bomb, in these terms, would have blown L’Manberg up something like eight times over and then some.

So that’s. Bad. Right?

Well, here’s the QSMP’s bomb as was constructed by our favorite depressed detective, q!Maximus:

This bomb, notably, is underground. It was never dug up, it was just moved somewhere else. It isn’t above ground, and it never left this room. Watch the cutscene back (linked here), the bomb never left the room.

So this is where underground nuclear testing comes in.

Underground testing began in 1951, and it remains the only form of scientific nuclear testing not banned by the Limited Test Ban Treaty of 1963.

No big surprise, a lot of early underground tests were conducted by the US out in Nevada, where they kinda tested nukes legit fucking EVERYWHERE in the desert for a long time. Below are some photos, just for funsies:

What’s important about underground nuclear explosions is that they actually end up releasing less radiation into the atmosphere than regular nukes do. What happens beyond that depends on whether or not the radiation remains contained.

A contained explosion’s aftermath:

And an uncontained explosion’s aftermath:

There hasn’t really been many negative biological effects reported from these underground tests, which is really saying something considering how close to nuclear blasts the US had its guys at most of the time (see below)

The worst you got out of the underground tests was some radioactivity in cows’ milk, which is NOTHING compared to the effects of the above-ground nuclear testing at the Nevada Site:

So… what does this mean for the QSMP?

Well, if we’re going off of historical and scientific precedent, legitimately nothing substantial happened to the islands of Purgatory. There’s more of a risk of dying from the pre-established radioactive rain disaster effects as well as the earthquake and meteor disasters.

Fun fact! Underground nuclear explosions usually registered as weaker than actual fault line activity, aka actual earthquakes.

If Maxo’s nuke was dropped from above, the devastation would be greater. Nuclear fallout is no joke; even today, cancer rates in the American West are still pretty high from the above-ground testing conducted at the Nevada Site. The Bikini Atoll will never be the same after all the testing the US did there, either.

But, because this nuke seemed to have gone off underground, I can safely assume that the damage done to the islands above was minimal at worst. Maybe there’s a radioactivity leak, but everybody staying on the islands had already experienced radiation up to that point.

It’s important to remember this because several characters did stay behind on the islands, and the fandom is assuming them dead because, well. A nuke went off. But those characters aren’t dead yet (outside of q!Maxo, who was possibly directly above the nuke when it went off and thus would’ve been hit full-force by the explosion.) Many were on the beach, far from the the nuke. They’re fine, and you can prove it with history!

TLDR; the nuke from the end of Purgatory was assumedly set off underground, which would have negated a lot of its potential damage, so everybody’s fine except for the unfortunately deceased q!Maxo

#long post #qsmp #I’m not a nuke expert BUT I do specialize in the Cold War

411 notes · View notes

mariacallous · 6 months

Text

Why disinformation experts say the Israel-Hamas war is a nightmare to investigate

The Israel-Hamas conflict has been a minefield of confusing counter-arguments and controversies—and an information environment that experts investigating mis- and disinformation say is among the worst they’ve ever experienced.

In the time since Hamas launched its terror attack against Israel last month—and Israel has responded with a weekslong counterattack—social media has been full of comments, pictures, and video from both sides of the conflict putting forward their case. But alongside real images of the battles going on in the region, plenty of disinformation has been sown by bad actors.

“What is new this time, especially with Twitter, is the clutter of information that the platform has created, or has given a space for people to create, with the way verification is handled,” says Pooja Chaudhuri, a researcher and trainer at Bellingcat, which has been working to verify or debunk claims from both the Israeli and Palestinian sides of the conflict, from confirming that Israel Defense Forces struck the Jabalia refugee camp in northern Gaza to debunking the idea that the IDF has blown up some of Gaza’s most sacred sites.

Bellingcat has found plenty of claims and counterclaims to investigate, but convincing people of the truth has proven more difficult than in previous situations because of the firmly entrenched views on either side, says Chaudhuri’s colleague Eliot Higgins, the site’s founder.

“People are thinking in terms of, ‘Whose side are you on?’ rather than ‘What’s real,’” Higgins says. “And if you’re saying something that doesn’t agree with my side, then it has to mean you’re on the other side. That makes it very difficult to be involved in the discourse around this stuff, because it’s so divided.”

For Imran Ahmed, CEO of the Center for Countering Digital Hate (CCDH), there have only been two moments prior to this that have proved as difficult for his organization to monitor and track: One was the disinformation-fueled 2020 U.S. presidential election, and the other was the hotly contested space around the COVID-19 pandemic.

“I can’t remember a comparable time. You’ve got this completely chaotic information ecosystem,” Ahmed says, adding that in the weeks since Hamas’s October 7 terror attack social media has become the opposite of a “useful or healthy environment to be in”—in stark contrast to what it used to be, which was a source of reputable, timely information about global events as they happened.

The CCDH has focused its attention on X (formerly Twitter), in particular, and is currently involved in a lawsuit with the social media company, but Ahmed says the problem runs much deeper.

“It’s fundamental at this point,” he says. “It’s not a failure of any one platform or individual. It’s a failure of legislators and regulators, particularly in the United States, to get to grips with this.” (An X spokesperson has previously disputed the CCDH’s findings to Fast Company, taking issue with the organization’s research methodology. “According to what we know, the CCDH will claim that posts are not ‘actioned’ unless the accounts posting them are suspended,” the spokesperson said. “The majority of actions that X takes are on individual posts, for example by restricting the reach of a post.”)

Ahmed contends that inertia among regulators has allowed antisemitic conspiracy theories to fester online to the extent that many people believe and buy into those concepts. Further, he says it has prevented organizations like the CCDH from properly analyzing the spread of disinformation and those beliefs on social media platforms. “As a result of the chaos created by the American legislative system, we have no transparency legislation. Doing research on these platforms right now is near impossible,” he says.

It doesn’t help when social media companies are throttling access to their application programming interfaces, through which many organizations like the CCDH do research. “We can’t tell if there’s more Islamophobia than antisemitism or vice versa,” he admits. “But my gut tells me this is a moment in which we are seeing a radical increase in mobilization against Jewish people.”

Right at the time when the most insight is needed into how platforms are managing the torrent of dis- and misinformation flooding their apps, there’s the least possible transparency.

The issue isn’t limited to private organizations. Governments are also struggling to get a handle on how disinformation, misinformation, hate speech, and conspiracy theories are spreading on social media. Some have reached out to the CCDH to try and get clarity.

“In the last few days and weeks, I’ve briefed governments all around the world,” says Ahmed, who declines to name those governments—though Fast Company understands that they may include the U.K. and European Union representatives. Advertisers, too, have been calling on the CCDH to get information about which platforms are safest for them to advertise on.

Deeply divided viewpoints are exacerbated not only by platforms tamping down on their transparency but also by technological advances that make it easier than ever to produce convincing content that can be passed off as authentic. “The use of AI images has been used to show support,” Chaudhuri says. This isn’t necessarily a problem for trained open-source investigators like those working for Bellingcat, but it is for rank-and-file users who can be hoodwinked into believing generative-AI-created content is real.

And even if those AI-generated images don’t sway minds, they can offer another weapon in the armory of those supporting one side or the other—a slur, similar to the use of “fake news” to describe factual claims that don’t chime with your beliefs, that can be deployed to discredit legitimate images or video of events.

“What is most interesting is anything that you don’t agree with, you can just say that it’s AI and try to discredit information that may also be genuine,” Choudhury says, pointing to users who have claimed an image of a dead baby shared by Israel’s account on X was AI—when in fact it was real—as an example of weaponizing claims of AI tampering. “The use of AI in this case,” she says, “has been quite problematic.”

586 notes · View notes

daisies-daydreams · 8 months

Note

Please I’m begging for you to do a könig x Virgin!reader pleaseeee

Kirsche (König x F!Virgin!Reader)

Pairing: König x F!Virgin!Reader Category: Smut (18+); Slight Angst Warnings: Graphic descriptions of genitalia, vaginal fingering, breast play, clit play, missionary position, protected sex, painful sex (König is hung like a horse 😳), hickeys, swearing, pet names, brief mentions of blood/hymen tearing, Google Translate German (please let me know if I need to change anything in the comments) Word Count: 3.5k+

A/N: Hi! Thank you so much for your request! I've been itching to do some COD x Virgin!Reader, so your request came at the right time! König’s real name (Mathias) was inspired by this post by @ragingbookdragon. I hope you enjoy!

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

It was his eyes that captured your attention. Those piercing, icy blue eyes that softened when you reported for duty the first day after you were transferred to his unit. Granted, it was the only part of his body you could visibly discern...and yet it never stopped your heart from skipping a beat each time the two of you shared a subtle glance. Subtle glances turned to subtle conversations, and conversations to touches that...weren't so subtle.

And yet, he always refused to go further than the occasional making out and dry humping. You decided that changes tonight.

You were seated in the Colonel’s lap, his hands caressing your waist as he playfully nipped along your jaw. Your sweet giggles floated around the air like bubbles as your lover rubbed his massive hands along your hips, his lips curled into a soft grin. His muscles tensed as you placed your hands on his chest, his heartbeat quickening beneath your touch. König pulled back, his ginger brows knitting together as he gazed at your face.

“Tschuldigung. Am I being too much, Hase?” he drawled, his gravelly voice causing goosebumps to break out over your arms [I’m sorry; bunny]. You licked your lips and shook your head, inching your clothed heat closer to his crotch as you wrapped your arms around his muscular neck. His breath audibly hitched as you rested your crotch over his flaccid cock.

“No,” you whispered, lips ghosting over his own as your thumb caressed the back of his neck. You pushed your breasts against his pecs as you kissed the corner of his mouth. “In fact…I think you weren’t being enough,” you giggled as you gently ground your sex over his own. A deep groan escaped from König’s mouth as his hands squeezed your sides.

“Hase…” his voice trailed off as he pulled his head back. You frowned, ceasing your movements over his sex as your heart sank. His chest heaved as he averted your gaze, hands still stroking your hips.

“König?” you asked as he nervously bit his bottom lip. His wide shoulders fell as he sighed before he looked back up.

“I’m sorry, (Y/N),” he murmured. You tilted your head, waiting for him to continue. “I-I don’t think you’d want to have your first time with someone like me,” König sighed. Your lips parted as you exhaled. Your hands slid from his neck to cup his scarred cheeks.

“König, believe me when I say that I’d have no one but you as my first,” you said firmly. He shook his head, his eyes full with a subtle pain.

“Nein. I-I just…don’t want to hurt you,” he confessed. Your shoulders slumped as a quiet gasp left you. “I’m too big for someone’s first time,” König elaborated, his cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. You paused before rubbing your thumb over one of his bigger scars, giving him a warm smile.

“It’s okay, I trust you,” you murmured softly. His cheeks flushed bright red as his frown shifted. You let yourself sink further into your lap, your hard nipples rubbing against your bra as you kept him close to you. “I trust you, König,” you repeated as you arched your back.

“Mathias,” he suddenly said. You froze. His pupils were blown as his hands shook over your body. “My...my real name is Mathias,” your lover clarified. Your cheeks grew warm as your heart melted.

“Mathias,” you moaned gently as you caressed his cheeks. He grunted in response, his breath stuttering as his lips began to dance with yours. Both of you held each other as you kissed passionately, the heat inside your body consuming you like a raging fire. You couldn’t stop the small moans and whimpers falling from your lips as you felt his cock grow just a little harder beneath your pussy.

“Hase…would you like to go to the bedroom?” he asked, his hands moving down to cup the globes of your ass.

“God, please,” you panted.

“Gut,” he rumbled before gently picking you up. You squealed as you wrapped your legs around his lower back as he held you up by your bum. Your lips found each other again, your kisses becoming more sloppy and heated as he stomped towards his bedroom. “So gut,” Mathias groaned into your mouth as he kicked his door open.

You blushed as he gently placed you down on the bed, your hair fanning around your face as he slowly caged you in with his burly arms. His face was already flushed as he leaned back down, resting his hips over yours. You squealed as his tongue slid across your bottom lip. You opened your mouth, allowing him to slip it inside. The wet smacks of your lips and tongues dancing around each other made your walls pulse and chest tighten. Eventually he pulled back, his lips coated with your combined spit as he panted above you.

“Liebling,” Mathias cooed as he brushed his hand over your cheek [Darling]. You tilted your head to the side to kiss along his palm as he admired you from above. The soft smile he gave you made your heart flutter as his hands moved down to the bottom of your sweater. “May I touch you?” he asked. You vigorously nodded your head.

“Please, Mathias-I need to feel you,” you begged. His eyes widened a little as he chuckled, pecking your cheek.

“Don’t worry, mein Hase. You’ll feel me soon enough,” he purred as he rolled your sweater up, revealing your black, lacy bra [my bunny]. He took a sharp breath as he observed your contained breasts, shifting his gaze between your face and tits. You felt a wave of heat soar across your skin as he plucked at your bra straps before sliding his hands below your back.

Your breath stuttered as he unclasped your bra, his pupils blown and locked on your chest as he pulled the garment off. You averted his gaze as you shifted underneath him, feeling yourself grow smaller and smaller as your mind raced with a million thoughts a minute. You immediately looked back up when he caressed your cheek, his scarred face adorned with a gentle smile.

“Hinreißend,” he murmured gently as he stroked his thumb across your cheek [gorgeous]. An audible exhale escaped from your slightly swollen lips as he planted a chaste kiss to your forehead. “But I’d still like to see the rest of you,” Mathias winked as his hand slipped further down your body, fingers trailing along your sides. You gasped when you felt his lips attach to your neck, his hands hooking on the band of your pants. He paused his ministrations and raised his head.

“Are you sure you still want to do this?” Mathias breathed. You licked your lips and let your hands fall on top of his. His face softened as you squeezed your thumbs against his palms.

“Please fuck me, Mathias,” you moaned into his ear. His face reddened as he nodded, pressing kisses along your jawline as he pulled your pants and panties down your legs. You raised your hips to help him fully slip them off, giggling as he eagerly threw them across the room. Mathias muttered something beneath his breath as his ocean blue eyes scanned you up and down, drinking in the sight of your naked form.

“Oh, Liebling,” he purred as a noticeable bulge began to swell beneath his sweatpants. You propped yourself up on your forearms before placing a hand on his torso. He gasped quietly as you rubbed your palm over the divots of his abs.

“Mathias, ich will dich auch nackt sehen,” you said [I want to see you naked, too]. His eyes grew wide while his hips bucked forward, your hand falling down to the hem of his slacks. Mathias groaned as he made quick work to discard his shirt as you tugged his pants down. Your jaw dropped when his hard, girthy cock sprang free and slapped against his toned belly. His massive thighs shook as you continued to stare at it before your love cleared his throat.

“I know, it’s-” he nearly choked when you wrapped your hand around his shaft and began to stroke it. He released a feral groan as you bit your lip, giving his cock a gentle squeeze as you ran your thumb across his dribbling slit. You couldn't help but blush at the fact that your hand couldn’t fully wrap around his thick member. “Frecher Hase,” Mathias groaned as you glided your fingers along his throbbing dick [naughty bunny]. You squeaked when he clasped his hand over yours, his breathing ragged and pupils blown with pure lust.

“Liebling, while I appreciate you wanting to make me feel good, I really want to spoil you for your first time,” he panted. Your grip on his dick loosened as fireworks sparked inside of your chest. Your eyes glistened as you nodded, drawing a soft smile from him. “Braves Mädchen,” he whispered as he released his hand from yours [Good girl]. You squeaked as he let his hands fall to your knees, spreading your legs wide open. It sounded like all air left Mathias’ lungs as he stared at your weeping slit.

“Oh, look at you-weinst zwischen deinen Beinen, nur für mich,” he murmured as he gently brushed the tips of his fingers over your lower lips [cry(ing) between your legs for me]. You squealed as he spread your labia apart with his thick digits, his lips finding their way to the mound of your breast. You moaned as he flicked your nipple with his tongue while his thumb finding its way to your puffy, tender clit. Mathias grunted as he puckered his lips around your soft areola, his tongue lapping at the hardening bud as he massaged your bundle of nerves.

“A-Ahh,” you keened as he played your body like a musician finding their tune. The sparks of pleasure begin to seep deep into your core as Mathias nibbled on your nipple, his thumb now working tight circles around your clit. Suddenly your tit fell from between his lips, your nipple coated with his saliva as he met your gaze.

“Hase, can I finger you?” he groaned, voice husky and filled with hunger. You felt warmth spread from head to toe as you nodded.

“Please, ich brauche dich,” you keened [I need you]. Mathias’ eyes lit up as he slid his fingers back and forth along your slick entrance, the light squelch causing you to moan softly. He dipped his head against your other breast this time as he gently pushed the tip of his thick finger past your tight entrance. You choked as he slowly moved his finger inside, each curve and divot of his digit caressing your plush walls.

“Are you feeling okay?” Mathias asked, his finger only half-way inside your oozing hole. You swallowed and nodded.

“Y-Yes, please, don’t stop,” you begged him as you shifted your hips forward, causing his finger to sink further inside you. Mathias smiled as he slowly pumped his digit inside, drawing one moan after the other from you.

“Such pretty little noises you're making,” he groaned as he delicately massaged your walls. You panted and gasped as he soon added another digit, stretching you out even further. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as the feeling of fullness overwhelmed your mind and body. “You’re taking my fingers so well, mein Liebling,” Mathias muttered as he crashed his lips over yours, hungrily swallowing your moans [my darling]. Your legs shook as he curled the pads of his fingers against your g-spot, your loud moan cascading against his skin.

“Oh fuck-I just love the way your warm pussy hugs me,” he purred. Hot tears streamed down your cheeks as you felt your walls spasm around his fingers, the sting of the stretch blending with the warmth of your pleasure. He pulled back, his brows knitting together as he slowed his movements. “Hase, I’m not hurting you, am I?” Mathias asked, his voice laced with guilt. You blinked away a few more tears as you shook your head.

“N-No…well, a little,” you said sheepishly as you shrank beneath him. His lips parted as he frowned. “Mathias, it’s okay! I expected to feel a little sore,” you rapidly said as he began to slip both of his fingers out. The man above you froze, his chest rising and falling quickly as his eyes remained wide.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice trembling ever so slightly. Your face felt flushed as your slick dribbled past the seam where his fingers were stuffed deep inside you.

“Mathias…bitte steck deinen Schwanz in mich,” you whined as you began to gently fuck yourself on his fingers [please put your cock inside me]. His eyes somehow grew even wider as his breath hitched.

“Scheiße,” he groaned [Shit]. You gasped at the sudden feeling of emptiness. You caught a glimpse of his glistening fingers before he leaned over to his nightstand and pulled out a packet. Your heart beat like a hummingbird’s wings as he pulled the condom out and rolled it over his massive length. He smiled down at you as he then grabbed a bottle of lube, slipping the cold substance over his covered dick before gently rubbing it against your entrance. You mewled as he gazed into your eyes while clasping one of his hands over yours, his other guiding the fat tip of his cock to your entrance.

“I’m going to go slow, alles klar?” Mathias whispered [okay/understand?]. You nodded, your cunt pulsing as the head of his dick kissed your hole.

He smiled, kissing the corner of your mouth before starting to push himself inside. You immediately squeezed his hand as you felt the burn of his cock breach the ring of your entrance.

“I know, I know Liebling-just hold onto me,” he murmured gently as he pushed himself further inside. You bit the inside of your cheek, your knuckles growing pale as you tried to steady your breathing. A low rumble fell from his lips as his head finally slipped inside. “That’s it, just breathe,” Mathias whispered, letting his girthy shaft sink deeper as his hot breath fanned across your cheek.

You yelped when he rested his thumb on your clit again, rubbing it gently as his cock stretched you more than your dildo ever could. He kissed your tears away as you shuddered beneath him, your pussy aching and burning with pain and pleasure.

“Doing so, so good for me Schatz,” he praised, causing your cunt to gush with arousal [Treasure]. The sudden rush of slick made him suddenly slip even deeper, causing you to whimper. He coped as he squeezed your hand, gently massaging your clit as he felt your soft cunt flutter around him. You gasped when you felt the head of his cock kiss your cervix.

Your entire face erupted with heat as you looked down to see his member sheathed inside you, a small bulge appearing just beneath your lower belly. You melted when you felt him kiss your forehead.

“I knew you could take me,” he smiled brightly as he peppered your face with small kisses. Your smile faltered as your shoulders fell. “But, you barely look like you’re inside,” you said. Mathias cooed as he ceased stroking your clit.

“It’s alright, Liebling. I’m just so, so glad to be sharing such a tender moment with you,” he said sweetly. Your face softened as he kissed you gently before letting his hips rest over yours, his hand still wrapped around your own. You sighed into the kiss as Mathias let his cock rest inside your snug pussy, the stretch still burning as both of your breathing grew heavier.

“Mein Kätzchen, is it alright if I start moving?” he panted into your ear [my kitten].

“Please, please Mathias,” you practically sobbed as your pussy gripped his length. Your lover groaned before giving your hand another squeeze, grinding his hips in a steady rhythm. You moaned and dipped your head into his wide shoulder as you felt his cock gently massage your walls. “Yes, so gut,” he groaned as he began to rock his hips forward. Your moans filled the bedroom as you slid your leg down. He grunted as you caged him in, wrapping both of your trembling legs around his taut lower back.

“Ah, Mathias,” you mewled as you heard the soft plap of your sexes as he thrusted inside you.

“What is it, Liebling?” he said as he gently looked into your eyes. You swallowed another moan as you felt the bulbous tip of his cock graze over your sensitive spot.

“Please, I-I need more,” you begged him. His gaze grew even more hungry, yet his face was tight with restraint.

“But, Hase-” you smashed your lips against his, nibbling on his bottom lip.

“Just a little faster…please?” you asked with sparkling eyes. Mathias sighed before pecking your lips.

“Well, who am I to deny meinem Hase?” he smiled before snapping his hips forward. You clenched your hand against his as he picked up the pace, eagerly thrusting his cock inside your wet hole. You threw your head back as you moaned, the pain slowly melting into pure bliss with each tender thrust of his dick. You screamed as you felt his lower stomach rub against your clit as he growled against your neck.

“Yes!” you keened as he scraped his teeth over your pulse, his cock twitching inside your gooey walls as the room was overwhelmed with a symphony of your lewd noises. Your head grew dizzy as your body burned with pleasure, a knot in your core growing tighter and tighter as your boyfriend plunged his cock inside your stretched hole.

“I-I never want this to end, Kätzchen!” Mathias moaned as he suddenly lurched up and grabbed your hips. You cried out as he now pistoned his cock, your slick gushing out as he rocked his hips at a hungry pace.

“Fuck, Mathias!” you squealed as you gripped the bedsheets, the pressure inside of you ready to burst.

“O-Oh, fuck,” he groaned with a strained voice as you looked into his icy blue eyes.

“M-Mathias, I’m-I’m gonna-” your jaw went slack before you could finish. You wailed as your eyes rolled back, your pussy suddenly holding his cock in a vice grip as the balls of your feet sank into his muscular lower back. You could barely hear his voice as you sank into your euphoria, your cunt contracting around his meaty shaft as soft moans and whimpers tumbled past your swollen lips. You felt yourself grow limp in his hold as you floated back down from your high.

“Gott, that was incredible, Schatz,” he praised as he sloppily thrusted into your cunt, still aching for his own release. His brows furrowed in concentration before he suddenly threw his head back “(Y/N!),” Mathias moaned loudly as his cock swelled inside your gummy walls. You shivered as you heard a string of grunts and moans fall from his mouth as he froze, the warmth of his cum flooding the rubber sending a ripple of pleasure through you. Mathias panted as he kept you close, his cock twitching a few more times before he rested his forehead against yours. Both of you were quiet as you caught your breaths, your bodies covered in a sheen of sweat. Mathias chuckled softly as you gently kissed his lips.

“Ah, you did so well for me, mein kleiner hase,” he praised as he rested his hand against your cheek [my little bunny]. You winced when he pulled his cock out, your pussy now feeling so cold and empty without him. Mathias frowned as he leaned back, seeing a trail of blood leak out of your stretched hole.

“What’s wrong?” you asked. He gave an uneasy grin as he patted your cheek.

“Your hymen must've torn during sex,” he said with a shaky voice, averting your gaze as his face flushed. You nodded, hoping that he wasn’t beating himself up over it. You took his hand, squeezing it tenderly as you smiled.

“Want to take a bath?” you asked. His eyes lit up as he nodded. “Good…but I think you might have to carry me,” you blushed. Mathias’ eyes widened as he stammered, making you giggle. “I’m kidding, though I might have to lean on your side to get there,” you chuckled before pecking his cheek. You gasped when he easily picked you up like a ragdoll and carried you towards the bathroom.

“I said you don’t have to carry me, silly!” you giggled. Mathias chuckled as he walked through the doorway.

“I know, but I like having you in my arms like this, mein kleiner hase,” he smiled [my little bunny]. You sighed as you rested your head on his chest.

“I love you, Mathias,” you said as you clung to his shoulders. Mathias grinned ear to ear before planting a kiss on the crown of your head.

“I love you too, (Y/N),” he whispered.

----

Thank you for reading! ❤️

Taglist: @maybethatfanfictionwriter

Edit: Thank you so much @quasarherz for helping me correct my German!

#call of duty #cod #call of duty modern warfare 2 #cod smut #cod x reader #reader insert #könig mw2 #könig x reader #könig cod #könig call of duty #könig #konig x reader #konig mw2 #könig x fem reader #könig x you #könig x y/n #könig fanfiction

808 notes · View notes

leo-muscle · 3 months

Note

I’ve heard a little bit about this King Leon guy. Who does he think he is to call himself a king? Seems far to pretentious if you ask me. I wouldn’t be caught dead bowing to someone like that. Not in a million years.

Sure I’m the most basic looking white dude on the planet. My face gets lost in the crowd and my body is light enough to be blown by a breeze. But a king can’t change that, and I would like to see him or any of his subjects try to.

"Are you sure about that?" The bartender told you. You had just arrived on your vacation in Haiti, and the resort's bartender had decided to strike up a conversation with you over drinks. He was enormous, seven feet of pure surfer boy muscle, with a thick gut that was the very picture of strength. He would have been the most beautiful man you had ever seen, if you weren't in the middle of a massive rant.

"Oh, absolutely." You continued. "Whoever these 'kings' are, I don't want anything to do with 'em. Who are they to declare rule over the entire world, and who are we to listen to them?"

It was true, of course. Much of Africa, the British Isles, Central America, and even the islands you were now in had been united under the rule of these Kings. While many praised them for their novel social reforms and exponential increase to quality of life in their domains, many others, yourself included, remained attached to the old ways. Even this vacation was a scouting trip, to see if whatever propaganda these Kings were putting out was true.

"On the contrary, my friend, I am perfectly happy to listen to the rule of my King. You should have seen this island before King Kai came here. Homelessness, poverty... it's all been amended since he arrived."

"Really?" You asked, taking a big swig of your drink, savoring its tingle on your lips. "And NO one's uncomfortable being ruled by just one person?"

"People love King Kai. He is kind and just, like any good king should be. You'll see that soon enough." The bartender said.

"What do you mean by that?" You asked, your heart racing.

"Oh, nothing much. Just give it a few seconds."

"What are you-- UGH!" You doubled over, your skin on fire with a sensation entirely alien to you.

The bartender walked out from behind the bar, and soon, his magical hands went to work. With his kingly essence in your system, you could be molded into a respectable citizen of the world.

He started with your pecs, cupping them from behind as they burst through your tropical shirt with new strength. They were enormous, voluptuous pillows, jiggling with muscle and a thin layer of fat.

He then moved his hands along your shoulders, pumping them into cannonballs of strength. The moment his hands reached your arms, they pulled and pushed, leaving your twiggy biceps and forearms as but a fleeting memory, replacing them with pulsing, powerful cannons of strength. In awe, you flexed your right arm, forming a mound easily as big as a baseball if not more.

You moaned softly as King Kai's beautiful hands lightly traced a six-pack onto your stomach, each ab popping into existence, forming an impenetrable wall of strength.

Soon, his hands navigated south, one massive hand palming your flat ass, while the other grabbed your tiny three-inch cock. You moaned, long, low, and hard as both of his hands began to move out from your body, pulling your cock and ass with them. Your cheeks rounded out into a big, bouncy bubble butt, bigger than most women's. It shook with strength and sexuality with every slight movement you made, much like your cock, which had grown so big with the King's touch that no pair of pants could conceal your enormous bulge. His touch was electric on your shaft, causing you to pre almost endlessly.

Your mind was in heaven as he continued to your legs. Your cock was at full mast at its enormous eleven inches as he took his hands to your legs, and blew them up into corded steel pillars as big as any christmas ham. You moaned, your cock firing blanks as he looked you deep into your eyes, placing one hand to completely cover your currently-unchanged face.

"As much as I love my people, we cannot be a global community if all my citizens are homogenous." King Kai said. "Hmm, where should I send you..."

Your skin flickered through thousands of shades in a single moment, before settling on a tone a few shades darker than your original. Your hair darkened to black, and you instantly sprouted a thick dark mustache, and a chinstrap beard to match. Your eyes became narrower and monolid, your stare intensifying into a sexy smolder. As King Kai leaned in and kissed you, your bulk increased, and your muscle became padded with a thin sexy layer of fat.

"Cum." King Kai commanded you, his voice sexy enough to send you over the edge.

You had been reborn, a Vietnamese stud in the Carribean. Your brain was aflame with new neurons, making connections faster and better than ever before. You knew you had been improved, in every conceivable way. You were stronger, smarter, wiser, and you had no one but your new king to thank.

#male tf #male transformation #race change #muscle bear #bear tf #jock tf #pec growth #butt growth #asian tf #mental change #kings of the world

179 notes · View notes

killzenin · 10 months

Text

💭I ONLY HAVE ONE THING ON MY SILLY BRAIN AT THE MOMENT...AND IT'S TOJI AS A MILITARY SUPERIOR ! !

📍cock warming, secret sex, unprotected sex, pussy teasing/playing with it, clit slapping, filthy talk, 'sir' kink, implied age gap.

where you both meet after being selected to be part of an underground and elite task force deployed by the united nations. with the sole objective of monitoring and taking down a global criminal ring that imposes a bioterrorist threat in the form of a new drug. a well-rounded and respected captain toji fushiguro of JSDF (japan's military defense) became the superior in charge of your squad unit.

and ever since the two of you crossed paths in australia, the primary base of your units deployment, he hasn't kept his eyes to himself. always keeping tabs on you while the squad is out in surveillance on suspected grounds. subtly asking squad members you've grown close with of your likes and dislikes.

once he has full knowledge of them, he's ordering to place supplies of your favorite food and discard whatever you hate. he ensures that you have the best tactical gear out of all of his subordinates. and saving the best, most modern artillery for you to play around with.

it's no secret toji has a cold and stoic persona, so he really never outwardly showed his interest. plus, he was your superior, and you were all in an important task. it would be wrong of him to take advantage of his position, experience, and age to hinder the mission altogether.

nevertheless, he is a risk taker, danger thrilled him, it set his soul ablaze. he wouldn't join the military for nothing. that is why he aimed the perfect shot at the perfect target. you.

and as always, he hit straight on the bullseye. oh, what a joy it was for him to have his feelings reciprocated that night you both were at a club undercover. the way that you pulled him by his waist belt and kissed his neck left him speechless. of course, at that time, your cover was almost blown over. anything to keep it intact was a must, with whichever means necessary.

toji, however, was not going to let this once in a lifetime opportunity slide. forcing you away from his body only to dive in and press his enthusiastic lips to yours. the way your lips felt on his made him almost lose any sense of self he had. and whichever sense he had left that was hanging by a thread, was cut loose as soon as you told him to kiss you more.

and he did and kept going. and hasn't stopped kissing you, even now as his thick cock was buried comfortably inside your spasming pussy. he pressed along wet kisses at the sides of your neck while he thought on an email response to his own superior.

"princess, what do you think is an appropriate response to: stop being a fucking annoying dick and let me do my job how i see fit?"

"you fucking jerk toji, fuck me now before somebody comes in!"

"nah, he would kill me if i asked him to fuck me, he has a wife you know." his dismissal to your pleading made you furious. and the lack of respect you were giving him ticked him off.

"and am i a jerk now huh?" his rough fingertips swiftly smacked your puffed out clit, "the fuck you mean jerk?" another slap came in your way, sending pleasuring shocks through out your body.

"do you want me to get meaner? and why should i fuck you, mmm? you were the one coming into my office like a needy little bitch in heat, begging to sit on my dick. and...toji?"

slap! "where the fuck is your sense of respect?" you shiver once more, leaning your back on his chest and clenching around his fat length, making him moan in excitement, "ya lil brat! you love to be put on your place, hmm?"

"s-sir, please, please, ah- i'm sorry sir. i just- i just really want you~" you squeezed your pussy more, hoping he would lose it. and due to the fact that he was massaging your clit. you could feel him twitch inside you. you really needed him to ram his cock and fill you to the brim of his hot cum. you craved him too much.

"toji~ sir, please, dump all your cum in me pleaseee~ fucking fill me up with your cock sir~ use me!" your moaning mess and your dripping pussy was making him oblige.

"all right sweet girl, be quiet f'r me, okay...bend over the desk and let me see that pretty cunt of yours." you stood up, and toji slid his dick out. making a 'pop' sound resonate his office once he was out of you.

he admired the ring of built mixed juices at his dicks base. but his full attention shifted and began to admire your leaking pussy lips on full display. you fingers spread your lips apart. toji almost laughed while observing your cunt grasping the air, aching to hold on to something and be filled once more.

"i'll never get enough of this cute pussy." he purrs, teasing it around with his cock head. then tapping your agape hole a few times before finally pushing in. "all fucking mine."

`⌁ ◜remember, this is fiction, i have no idea how the military works at all and probably never will lmao. if an irl friend of mine sees this, then they'll know why. all i know is that a gun goes pew pew, so most of this scenario is incredibly unacurate in that aspect :p. inspired by and a special thank you to my one and only, my baby daddy, köning 🤭// i have other works published and more is on the way ! go check them out ! !◞

528 notes · View notes