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vampyrsm · 2 years

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'slow down' (3.6k) shouto todoroki x female reader

warnings: sensory deprivation, sub!shouto sorta he just lets reader have control for the night, blindfolds handcuffs and earmuffs used, sex toys used, teasing, vaginal sex, creampie, few petnames i think i use baby, princess and love.

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For the first time in a long time, Shouto felt a bubble of anxiety creeping up along his spine. Not a bad kind of anxiety however, no, this was much different. It was the anxiety of not knowing where he'd feel pleasure next, or what he'd feel at all. It was driving him insane at first, the heroic need to have his danger sense tuned in at all times. To be completely aware of all his surroundings constantly, and that even included when he'd come home.

Shouto had a bad habit of never shutting off, something in the back of his mind telling him to stay alert and that anything could happen at any given moment. But you were always there for him, to reassure him that nothing would go wrong if he just gives over the reins to you tonight. To let go of his worries and his heroic sense of duty for just one night, to let himself feel free and be in the unknown for the first time in a very long time.

You were initially surprised that Shouto had finally conceded to your gentle suggestion of letting you try something new with him tonight. Maybe he was just too tired to argue or maybe he really did need this "getaway" from always being in charge, always knowing what to do and when to do it.

Tonight it was your turn.

At first, he had been very sceptical about the handcuffs. "What if something goes wrong? I can't help if my hands are tied." He had asked, and it was a fair question, but you were also confident that nothing could go wrong tonight. It wouldn't be anything extreme, just something to stimulate him until he couldn't take it anymore. You promised him that, that nothing will go wrong and he finally let you slip the cool metal onto both of his wrists which he did give a tentative tug and seemingly settled in with the decision that he could very easily break out of these if he had to.

Then came the blindfold, which was much easier for him to allow you to slip over his head, hiding away those beautiful eyes that always gazed down at you with such devotion and adoration. Even with now his hands bound and sight restricted, you could see he was still paying attention to everything. The way his head would twitch a little in the direction of a car in the distance or when you'd move to the side—he was tracking you, and you figured that must be another part of his hero training.

"Sho, do you remember where you kept the case from when you had to do that training exercise with those American heroes?" you ask from somewhere in the bedroom, Shouto turns his head automatically in your direction and you shudder at the way he somehow is still watching you through the thick black material over his eyes.

He contemplates for a second, you can practically see him doing that thing where he scrunches his eyebrows together and glances to the side. "Uh, I think I might've put it in the bottom of the closest. Why? What does that have to do with anything we're doing tonight?" You didn't give him an answer, earning you a soft call of your name to see if you were even still there.

The bounce of the case on the bed made him jump, a smirk on your lips but you didn't dare laugh—god knows he'd rip off the blindfold and skip the whole foreplay part. "Shouto?" you ask, his head turning to the position you had taken in front of him. "I'm going to slide this over your head now, okay?" and you wait for his nod before sliding the ear protection he had been provided for a mission.

His reaction was instant, back straightening and hands reaching out to grab whatever he could in front of him despite the awkward way the handcuffs kept his hands together. You lay a gentle kiss on his cheek, and he flinches at the feeling before relaxing into the way you kiss him again, and again until you reach his lips and give him a much longer kiss. A silent promise that he'll be okay.

You guide him gently back further onto the bed, the whole movement awkward when the man is nearly a foot taller than you and built like a brick house. Once he's laid out on the bed, you can't help but stare at him, the way his hair fans out on the pillow behind his head and the steady, and deep rise and fall of his chest. He was truly beautiful. You're gentle with the way you lay your hands on him, let him feel your approaching warmth so you don't scare him and you don't miss the way he relaxes into your hands, how he slowly but surely hands over the control for the night.

Guiding his hands above his head, you watch the way his hands curl to grip the top of the wooden headboard and how his muscles bulge. How had you even managed to bag such a beautiful, strong man? It felt odd at times, the difference between the two of you. The way he was a top pro hero and you were just a civilian. An odd power balance, and tonight you were going to tip the scales in your favour. You could see the way his veins pulsed, how his jaw ticked in anticipation once you removed your hands entirely from him.

Deciding to ease him into it gently, you hovered your hand just over his stomach and the way he tensed was immediate. A body so well trained would be able to feel when something is close by, you continued to hover your hand over his body up and up until you reached his chest. Finally, you let your fingertip brush down against his pec, tantalizingly slow as you traced around the muscle—purposely avoiding his nipple, and it seemed to work with the almost frustrated groan leaving Shouto's mouth. You figure he might not have meant for you to hear it, that he might be unable to tell just how loud he's being in reality.

The idea of that makes you grin like a cat who had got the cream.

You repeat the same slow strokes on his opposite pec, still purposely avoiding his nipple and you can see the way his stomach twitches, how he's sucking in deeper breaths the closer and closer you get before rewarding you with a pretty groan that's slowly turning into a whine when you back away. Taking the moment to look him over, your eyes travel down to his boxers. He was painfully hard, you could tell from how it was just peeking past the band, twitching and smearing pre against his skin each time he took in a deep breath to try and calm himself.

A twinge of guilt filled your gut, he must be starving for the contact—for just a little more, you know you'd be yearning for his touch if the roles were reversed. So you take a bit of pity on him in the situation, finally leaning over him whilst your hands delicately stroke mindless patterns along his stomach as he sucked in a sharp breath when your tongue flicked against his nipple. The moan he let out was something you were rarely gifted with, only when he was feeling just as needy as you. It was something that didn't match the deepness of his voice or the stoic look on his face when he did day-to-day tasks, it was whiny and breathless, and the rush of power that flicked its way through your brain and throbbed between your legs had you immediately latching onto his nipple.

Tugging gently with your teeth, flicking your tongue before popping off with a loud pop. You watched the way his head fell back against the headboard, seemingly ready to relax for the moment after the sudden stimulation. But instead, you blow gently against his nipple, letting the air catch again on the wet skin. Shouto's hips jerk upwards, rolling his hips to try and alleviate the ache of his cock against the material of his boxers.

"Enough teasing..." he warns, but it doesn't quite have the firmness to it that you had heard before during sex. The words are slurred, especially when you move to the opposite nipple and give the same treatment but tenfold, biting just a little harder which got a hiss to slip past gritted teeth. You flicked your eyes up to see his hands straining against the wooden headboard, fingers curling harshly into the wood and you're certain if you moved his hands there may be a touch of ice and a handprint smouldering into the wood.

When he jerked his hips up once again you backed off, leaving him aching for some sort of contact once again whilst you just sat back and watched him for a moment. You're not quite sure you've ever had an opportunity to see Shouto so debauched, so needy, you briefly wonder if he would ever let you do this again. Probably not if you don't take care of what you'd caused between his legs.

Shouto's head snapped instantly in your direction, or what he presumed was your direction when you slid off of the bed. He calls your name, a tone that has you automatically reaching over to gently squeeze his bicep one, two, three times, 'I love you', a signal you had both decided on when you were anxious one day in public. Just a quick way of reassurance, that he was always there no matter what. Usually, it would've been with his hands, but given the situation, you figured this might be the best next thing. And it is, Shouto visibly relaxes and lets his hands slowly loosen on the wood, able to finally take deep breaths whilst you're off doing whatever in the bedroom.

You try to be quick, not wanting to leave him suspended in this space of no sight or hearing. You step out of your clothes, pushing them towards the laundry basket before digging around for something in the bedside table. You had only used it once before with Shouto, he seemed to enjoy it last time if the way he had cum within ten minutes of it being used on him was anything to go by. You finally climb back up onto the bed, slotting yourself so you're hovering over your boyfriend's lap.

His fingers twitch, an urge to grab you by the hips like he had so many times before and gently guide you down to him, to sink you down entirely on his cock and to swallow your soul through a kiss alone. Your hands return to his chest, slowly stroking along the hardened ridges of his muscles, along each and every scar that he had told you about in the long nights when you had both laid together caressing one another.

His entire body jolts when your fingertips brush over the tip of his cock that had been peeking from his boxers, and his toes curl in the air uselessly when you continue to drag your hand down along the length of it through his boxers. It felt harder than usual, like molten steel, you're pretty certain if you were to give him enough attention down here then he might end up cumming just a little earlier than he'd like. The sound of your name comes out much more like a warning this time, a hiss as you put a little pressure against his balls. "Don't think for one second that I won't break these handcuffs and fuck you myself, stop teasing me."

You laugh to yourself at his words, he sounded far too serious for the situation he was in. But the fact of the matter is that you don't think that, at all, you're pretty certain that he could do it without any effort and you don't doubt he'd fuck you into next week if you continue to tease him.

Your fingers finally dance their way back up along his cock, tucking gently around the waistband and it's subconscious how he raises his hips to help you shimmy them down before he effortlessly kicks them to the end of the bed. His cock twitches and flexes against his stomach, bobbing in need whilst you shamelessly ogle at his body. It had never failed to impress you, he was so beautifully cut in every way, and it was definitely no surprise to you that he had a beautiful dick either. It was long, thick but not overly thick where you'd struggle to take it fluidly but it was the thickness that still had you drooling and seeing stars. It leaned slightly to the left, flushed a pretty pink.

He sucks in a harsh breath when you take a hold of his cock after a moment of silence, the coolness of the lube you had picked up off of the bedside table causing him to let out a long low groan, hips bucking up the best they could whilst being pinned beneath your body. "Final warning—" he stutters over his words when you roll the silicone ring over and down his cock, letting it settle at the base and you can't help but smirk at his reaction. Pretty lips parted, hair dishevelled and arms tensing and untensing.

This was one of your favourite toys for a reason, not only did it get a great reaction out of Shouto but it also ensured you'd have such a strong orgasm you'd struggle to breathe. You keep your hand around his cock whilst you shuffle forward just a little, letting the tip of his cock brush against your folds. "Oh fuck, princess, you're going to be the death of me." He babbles whilst you slowly start to lower yourself down, the stretch was intense but so fulfilling you couldn't stop yourself from sinking lower and lower until your clit was flush with the cock ring you had slipped onto Shouto.

The moan you let out harmonized with his own, something he would rarely let you have the pleasure of listening to. He had always had a shyness when it came to the noises he made, but maybe tonight would be a turning point to allow him to be more vocal with you. You let him adjust to the sudden stimulation, not wanting to throw him overboard too quickly. Your hands roam up and down his chest, along his stomach and down along his hips until you reach the patch of mismatched hair. As much as you enjoy having this level of control over Shouto, you couldn't help but miss the filthy way he'd speak to you, how he'd comment on how beautiful you'd look or how perfect you sounded when you screamed his name.

You tentatively lean forward, careful to not let his cock slip from within you before sliding a hand along his cheek and up to his ear enough to push the earmuff away. "Sho?" you ask gently, and you nearly melt at the soft smile on his face as if he was relieved to finally hear your voice.

"Yes, my love?"

"I'm going to take the ear protection off now, didn't want to spring it on you out of nowhere." He nods a little, a quiet thank-you from his mouth when you take it off of his head and let it drop to the side of the bed. "No taking the blindfold off yet though, okay?"

"Anything for you," he says it so easily that you don't doubt he means it. You're certain Shouto would give you the moon if you just asked him.

Leaning back finally, you clench around him experimentally and Shouto does still let his moan fly past his lips, head bumping back against the headboard. "I swear woman, you're going to make me cum before I've even had the chance to fuck you." you grin, this is what you wanted, to hear him speak more.

"What if I said that's what I want?" you challenge, watching the way he sucked on his teeth before he broke into his own smile, though his smile was more something you saw more often when he was on the brink of losing control, letting every carnal desire flood his mind and take you. You can see him readying some sort of retort, most likely an empty threat about the handcuffs being broken. So you reach a hand down between your legs, pressing the small button on the edge of the short bullet vibrator built into the ring.

You gasp at the sudden stimulation to your clit, unable to stop yourself from rolling your hips to have the tip of his cock grind against your sweet spot. Shouto beneath you tenses up, no doubt feeling the vibrations naturally from how it sits at the base of his cock but also how it's practically vibrating your walls from just how strong it was. So this is why you had only used it once, it was a strong little thing that drove you both to paradise a little too quickly.

But it was too late to turn back now.

Lifting your hips up gently, you roll your hips back down in a fluid motion that has Shouto once again gripping the headboard and chewing on his bottom lip. "Shit, you sound so wet love, all because you had me at your mercy?" he laughs, albeit it's more like he's having the wind punched out of him when you purposely drop down a little harder whilst clenching around his cock when the bullet hits your clit just right.

"Yeah—" you huff, stomach lurching as you continue to brush against the bullet that most definitely must have some sort of super battery inside of it powering just how strong it was.

"Gonna cum for me, pretty?" you glance up at him to see him smiling at you, a smile that could melt butter you're certain of it. "Cum for me," he demands, and as much as you want to resist, to not succumb to his words you can't help it. He had hardwired your body to respond to him, to listen to his every word and so you cum.

And you cum hard.

You clench around him impossibly tighter, unable to continue to lift yourself up and down and practically choke on your moan when Shouto takes the initiative, planting his feet against the bed and thrusting up into you. You have to steady yourself on his chest, your panting moans against his face and he naturally turns to you, as if he was trying to envision just what you looked like beyond the blindfold. "Sho', slow down, I'm—" you squeal when he doesn't listen, pounding up into you with an impressive display of core strength and hitting directly against your sweet spot.

"Another one, give me another my love," he pants, sweat rolling along the column of his throat and you're overcome with the desire to lick it, to suck on his salty heated skin. You don't want to give him this one however, it was still your night. You angle your body a little more against his own, tits pressed against his flushed chest and you shiver at the drastic difference between both sides. A single hand slides up along his neck, up along his jaw and he naturally leans into it, still gently cooing to 'just cum for me baby', 'be a good girl for me'.

It's tempting, to say the least. But you have another plan in mind.

Your fingers slip to the side of the blindfold, and you're pulling your body back up straight with the blindfold still in hand. Shouto seems ruffled by the sudden return of his vision, eyes blinking rapidly to adjust to the warm amber light of the room before he locks eyes directly onto you. He can't stop the way his eyes drift down between your legs, looking at the copious amount of slick on both your thighs and his hips, soaking his pubes and just above the cock ring is a creamy ring consisting of a mixture of both his and your arousal.

The sight has his mind reeling, eyes rolling into the back of his head whilst his cock twitches, hard. Pulsing and its molten inside of you, the way his cum paints your walls deep inside of you and yet his hips are still thrusting up into you lazily to fuck his cum deeper and deeper until he's fully spent. Your own orgasm is finally ripped from you when he gives one final hard thrust, ensuring the vibrator stays pressed against your clit. His eyes finally reopen to watch you breathe in deep, your eyes glazed over from the intensity of the orgasm and he thinks this might just be what Heaven looks like.

Finally, he slumps back against the bed, legs going slack and you inevitably fall forward on him causing him to huff out a breath. Your hand between you just enough to press the button to allow you a bit of relief from the consistent buzzing. There's the sound of something snapping before both of his hands come down to comb through your hair, gentle fingers that had been used to serve and protect carefully taking apart small tangles before he massages your scalp. "Love you," you mumble against his chest, body still boneless against his.

"I love you too princess," he breathes just as easily, letting his body succumb to relaxation. He knows he'll have to get up at some point but for now, he'll bathe in the calm after the storm, to just enjoy the contentment that settles deep into his chest.

Maybe he'll let you do this more often.

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sh0tanzz · 3 months

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shotaro as bf and ideal type pretty please, thankyouuu

SHOTARO AS YOUR BF based on astrology ~

(reminder that this for fun and astrology is something I study for a hobby, these are all inferences based off of observations and not exact fact unless I knew him myself !!)

Sagittarius Sun: In a vid Riize made around the time love119 came out Sohee asked the guys what they'd do if they accidentally liked their crushes posts and Sho said he wouldn't care and would let it be to show that he's interested...and yea that sums him up 😭. He'd be pretty blunt about being interested in you in the beginning..like imo when a sag sun genuinely wants you you'll know and they'll definitely LET you know, he'd ofc be your friend initially but he would most def be flirty (especially with that scorpio mercury sextile his cap venus) and try to have a specific personal rapport with you and inside jokes between you two. Would be a personal mission for him to make you laugh and spend time with you. Once you two are officially together he'd want to have so many fun memories with you. He also may have this want to "wow" you or show you things nobody else has shown you before.. "a taste of what youve been missing" type of guy yk. Similarly to Sohee, it would be like dating your bsf. There's an idea that Sag suns can be flighty but his cap/scorpio placements help anchor him down imo.

Scorpio Moon: Super Observant pt.1. The moon is in fall in scorpio and his moon is opposite to saturn so he might have a hard time expressing his more intense emotions. He might similarly to Eunseok keep things to himself and not really letting you know unless you pry it out of him or if he does attempt to tell you himself he'd be pretty vague to ensure that you don't worry. On the other hand, he's pretty big on things such as loyalty and honesty and that would be a big theme in the relationship. Super protective. He reads into your feelings and is pretty emotionally intuitive so he'd know how you feel without you needing to say much. A downside is he can take things pretty personal and if he feels hurt or betrayed he could be very struck down by it and might even feel like "returning the energy", it would be more passive since libra is in mars but it would be sooo obvious. Also his eye contact goes craaazyy.

Scorpio Mercury: Super Observant pt.2. He is very analytical and pays deep attention to what you say and how you say it, so he sometimes might overthink or worry himself by looking way too deep in between the lines of things you tell him. He has moon conjunct mercury so similar to Anton he can speak deeply from the heart as well as remembers everything in regards to you (downside if you said something that hurt his feelings he'd remember it FOREVERR). He also has venus sextile mercury so he most def has a seductive charm within his words or his flirting can be very upfront or comes naturally to him and since his mercury is in scorpio he'd know exactly what to say from your past reactions. Also he might stalk your insta when initially getting to know you to find out things himself.

Capricorn Venus: LOCKED IN LIKE GLUEEEE. Would prefer to take the lead or be the dominant counterpart. Cares sm about loyalty. Would rather talk through problems and endure throughout a relationship rather than just dropping everything. He loves physical touch and gift giving both ways. A common occurrence in Capricorn venus men is to kinda just constantly provide to keep their partner pleased so he may just randomly give you gifts and not just plain gifts they’d have a specific value to them or acts of service/doing tasks for you in order to keep you happy. Takes the relationship pretty seriously especially since he has a Scorpio moon. Since he has Venus square Mars he lowkey likes having to “endure” and for things not to be super easy? He enjoys a cat and mouse dynamic or for one partner to not give in so easily..kind of as though he kinda has to work for your love and attention or a "hate"/love kind of situation. He might also deal with a lot of "right person, wrong timing" scenarios or have periods where he just can't be 100% there for his partner and the guilt of it probably eats him up inside. Quietly possessive, seems ok and says he’s ok on the surface but inside he’s seething trying to not start tweaking. 😭

Libra Mars: Pretty avoidant when there’s a severe conflict in the relationship. He might wait to actually get to the bottom of the issue and may jump around the topic but when it’s time to finally speak up and out he really does try to speak from his heart from his Scorpio mercury. He just really cares about coming together again and keeping the peace 😭. If there were issues he’d either become distant or passive aggressive. His Mars is sextile Pluto so he can be very intense and even obsessive about things like passion and consistency but due to the fact the aspect isn’t harsh and his mars is in libra his approach isn’t as harsh or threatening. Very quick to become your friend or at least familiar with you when he’s first interested in you because how else will he find out as much as he possibly can.. He might lowkey put his emotions to the side to pay more attention to yours and what you have going on/your happiness and deal with his issues on his own. He also has mars trine uranus so he may have random bursts of being passionate and energetic and then a random switch to being chill and more to himself.

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raewritez · 1 year

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for the want of the sun| chapter 17: onwards

The Misty Palms oasis is less like an oasis, and more like a water hole. More like a puddle in the sand. It’s evening, the sun low but still impossibly hot. My skin is damp, and I’m dragging my feet as I follow Iroh and Zuko through the small town.

Zuko scours our surroundings, the men cooped up in corners, the people leering from the scarce shade. “No one here is going to help us. These people just look like filthy wanderers.”

I roll my eyes. “We’re filthy wanderers, Zuko.”

Iroh stops suddenly, and with my mind foggy from exhaustion, I run into him. He barely falters. He raises his arm, pointing. “I think I found our friend.”

It’s an old man, sitting at a table and fiddling with what looks like a cheap Pai Sho set.

“You brought us here to gamble on Pai Sho?” Zuko hisses.

“I do not think it’s a gamble,” Iroh muses, and walks forward. Zuko meets my eyes with a tired expression, one I’m sure I’m matching.

“I don’t know if I can make it through this,” I mutter, watching as Iroh takes a seat across from the man.

“Me either,” Zuko groans, but nudges me along. We go to stand beside them.

“The guest has the first move,” the stranger says, and Iroh places a tile, the lotus, in the center of the board. I see the man’s lips quirk up, a curious and pensive expression overtaking his face. “I see you favor the white lotus gambit. Not many still cling to the ancient ways.”

Iroh nods. “Those who do can always find a friend.”

Zuko and I share a look. Huh?

The two place their tiles on the board, one after the other, until a shape emerges. I look at the pattern: like a flower. A lotus.

“Welcome, brother,” the man says. “The White Lotus opens wise to those who know her secrets.”

“What are you old gasbags talking about?” Zuko exclaims.

Iroh glances at him. “I always tried to tell you that Pai Sho is more than just a game.”

“Hey!” A yell sounds from behind us. Two men, dressed in Earth Kingdom clothing, are walking towards us quickly. “It’s over! You fugitives are coming with me!”

The Pai Sho man whips around in front of us and grabs my shoulders. I’m too startled to pull back. “I knew it! You three are wanted criminals with a giant bounty on your heads!”

“I thought you said he would help!” Zuko yells, pushing the man away from me with force. He stumbles on his heels.

Iroh places a hand on his shoulder. “He is. Just watch.”

The stranger rights himself up and points at the two intruders. “You think you’re going to capture them and collect all that gold?”

The effect is instant. Suddenly, from every direction, men and women are coming out of their places of hiding, knives, chains, and swords gleaming.

I step near Zuko. “This is helping?”

Someone yells, and the people run towards each other into a mob. I’m shielding my face, ducking, when Zuko grabs my arm and lifts me away. He pulls us behind Iroh and the stranger, and we duck inside a small door.The man closes it behind us, latching the lock.

Zuko is still gripping my arm, so I nudge him. He looks down and releases it quickly.

“It is an honor to welcome such a high-ranking member of the Order of the White Lotus. You must know may secrets.”

“What’s going on?” I ask desperately.

“Now that you played Pai Sho, are you going to do some flower arranging, or is someone in this club going to offer some real help?”

“You must forgive my nephew,” Iroh says. “He is not an initiate and has little appreciation for the cryptic arts.” He sends Zuko a look, but I can’t say I’m not on his side.

“Okay, but actually, is someone going to help us?”

They ignore me. The man leads Iroh to a small, hidden door, where someone is looking through from the other side. “Who knocks at the garden gate?” the voice asks.

“One who has eaten the fruit and tasted its mysteries.”

I shake my head. I think the desert is making me insane.

The door opens, and a short man steps aside to welcome Iroh in. I go to follow, but he turns back to us.

“It’s members only, sorry.” The door shuts.

I turn to Zuko helplessly. “Are we going crazy?”

He’s staring, annoyed, at the door, but then a tired smile twitches at his lips. “I think we did a long time ago.”

—

A thud shakes me awake. I lift my head from the wall where I’m slumped, next to Zuko. We share a look, both of us still weighed down by sleep.

“Is the meeting over?” Zuko asks. His voice is hoarse and raspy, which for some reason sends a jolt through me.

“Everything is taken care of,” Iroh says. “We’re heading to Ba Sing Se.”

“Ba Sing Se?” I question, rubbing my eyes. “What-”

Zuko interjects. “Why would we go to the Earth Kingdom capital?”

The Pai Sho man answers calmly. “The city's filled with refugees. Nobody will notice three more.”

“We can hide in plain sight there. And, it’s the safest place in the world from the Fire Nation.” Iroh chuckles. “Even I couldn’t break through to the city.”

A bell rings, and a boy enters the shop, carrying pamphlets of paper. Everyone turns to him. “I have the passports for our guests. But there are two men outside looking for them.”

“Okay,” the Pai Sho man says. “Then it’s time to sneak out.”

He ushers us near the door, where three large flower pots line the wall. He points, smiling. “In you go.”

—

We arrive at the ferry dock early in the morning. Our driver leads us inside, instructs us to hand our passports to an elderly looking man at a wooden desk, and leaves, sharing some cryptic words with Iroh that leaves my head spinning from lack of sleep.

We board the ferry and leave the port, and the sea air is welcome on my skin. After days of traveling through dust and grime, and a night spent in ceramic flower pots, I tilt my face to the sun, smiling. The boat workers bring us plates of food that look suspiciously translucent.

Iroh approaches us, dressed in an ostentatious floral hat. It’s too early for this.

“Who would’ve thought that after all these years I’d be returning to Ba Sing Se as a tourist!” His smile is wide and he adjusts the hat on his head.

“Well, you’ve got the look down,” I say, gesturing to his outfit. He nods proudly.

Zuko scoffs, sitting beside me, feet hanging off the edge of the ferry. “Look around. We’re not tourists, we’re refugees.” He takes a bite of his food, and I watch as his eyes widen before he spits it out. “Ugh!” he exclaims.

I chuckle. I wouldn’t have dared to eat it.

Zuko storms. “I’m sick of eating rotten food, of sleeping in the dirt. I’m sick of living like this!”

“Aren’t we all?” a voice drones.

I turn around to see a boy standing against the deck post, and…oh. He’s tall, his tan skin dewy in the soft morning light, his dark hair framing his face. He has a rugged look to him, like he has experience in the struggles Zuko was ranting about. He sweeps his eyes over us, and when they meet mine, I have to fight not to look away. He locks our gaze, his lips twitch up at the ends.

“My name’s Jet,” the boy says, standing. “These are my Freedom Fighters, Smellerbee and Longshot.” He gestures to two others: a very tall boy with serious looking features, and a short girl covered with face paint.

The girl nods. “Hey.”

“Hi,” I nod back. When I look back at Jet, he’s still smirking.

“Here’s the deal,” he says. “I hear the captain’s eating like a king while the rest of us have to live off his scraps. Doesn’t seem fair, does it?” Zuko straightens up beside me.

“What kind of king is he eating like?” Iroh asks.

“The fat, happy kind,” Jet answers flatly. He looks at Zuko. “You want to help us liberate some food?”

Zuko tosses his bowl of food to the side. “I’m in.”

I stand up. “I can help, too.”

Again, that smirk. Jet walks closer. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. Just let us do the work.”

I eye him steadily. “I can help. I think you’d rather have me with you.” I look at Zuko, urging him with my eyes to jump in.

“Right, yeah,” he says, a moment later. “She’s good. She can chi-block.”

Jet raises his eyebrows. “Chi-block, huh? That’s pretty advanced. Where’d you learn to do that?” I catch the flash of suspicion in his eyes.

“Self-taught,” I shrug.

His eyes linger on me a moment longer before he finally nods. “Okay. Regroup at nightfall. We're gonna have a real meal tonight.”

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taglist: @aquaamethyst96 @kaygilles

a/n: AYYYY. FINALLY OFF TO BA SING SE. ENOUGH FILLER, LET'S GET SOME PLOT IN THE CHAT. IT'S SLOW BURN TIME BABIES.

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astr0disiac · 2 years

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𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐓𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝟏: 𝐑𝐘𝐃

𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐚 𝐀𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐰𝐚 𝐱 𝐅𝐄𝐌!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

SUMMARY: After withholding sex from Shota in an attempt to have him initiate sex, you find yourself in the backseat of his car.

WARNING(S): Car sex, dirty talk, orgasm control, praise/degradation, voice kink, over-stimulation, multiple orgasms

WORD COUNT: 4.5k (extra long bcs I forgot to post on day one)

SONG: RYD - Steve Lacy

Shota was never one to initiate in the relationship. He never wanted to be too forward with you, rough, or seem too eager. Even when you could see how pent up he was when his hands would linger on your body in the midnight hour, or when he'd hug you from behind and feel that familiar stiffness pressing against your lower half, he would never voice it. You would always be the one leading him to his bed, or sometimes even yours if it was the night before his day off. He had always been the quiet and more reserved one, never giving away when he was in need of release, as if he were waiting for your okay.

But not this time.

In a way to challenge yourself, and to get him to speak up, you decided to stop being the one to initiate sex. Of course, you didn't let Shota know, which left him all the more confused when lingering touches never strayed below the belt, or when you ended the night with a goodnight kiss instead of a goodnight fuck. You knew you had him on the edge when he tried to jam his tongue down your throat just last week, kissing and nibbling to the point where a bruise began to form at the corner of your mouth. But because he didn't push further than that, you simply laughed through your nose and gave him a quick peck on the cheek before turning over and going to sleep.

At least you pretended to go to sleep, but your heart pounded in two places at once.

After a month of this back and forth, you had begun to grow impatient, and pretty agitated yourself alongside your partner. It had gotten to the point where even your own fingers couldn't satisfy you in the heat of the night, causing you to toss in turn in your own bed as your thighs clenched together in discomfort. It would be nothing for you to commence your steamy sessions with Shota again, but you so desperately wanted him to prove to you that you weren't the only one invested, and that it was okay to be greedy.

Shota was even more of a mess than usual. While you were pretty good at keeping your agitation at bay, he lashed out at any and everyone that came into view since his balls felt as if they were twisted in a knot. Whenever he tried to touch himself when you were gone, it felt painful compared to your soft hands, or either set of your lips, no matter how hard he tried to imagine. His students caught the blunt end of it in class, and his coworkers grew concerned with him as the days went on and he refused to come out of his sleeping bag (to hide his relentless hard-on). It wasn't until Hizashi finally pulled him off to the side a month and a half into his unknown celibacy that he finally got to get a weight off his chest.

"Sho, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Hizashi whispered in an urgent tone as the students trained relentlessly in the field. This had been their second week in a row with quirk training, and the overuse of their individual quirks were starting to take a toll on the student's mental and physical health.

"Nothing, I'm just...frustrated." Shota muttered, his tired eyes grimacing at the students. Hizashi noticed how glossy his eyes were, realizing he wasn't even paying attention to the children as he usually would. When it came to teaching, Shota was always quick to give corrections and shower his students with confidence, as their individual improvements often swelled him with pride. But he barely uttered a word now, as his students trained aimlessly with no direction, waiting to know what was to come next.

"So you're going to take it out on the kids? Come on, that isn't like you. Trouble in paradise?" Hizashi jokingly jabs Shota in the arm, but he doesn't respond. "Don't tell me she broke up with you. I told you to get rid of that musty sleeping ba-"

"She didn't break up with me." Shota exasperated, shifting in his seat as his jeans grew tighter.

"Or she must be gearing up to do so." Hizashi scoffs. "When was the last time you two had sex?"

"Hiz." Shota warns him in a threatening tone, but Hizashi simply rolls his eyes. "I'm not one of your students, this bravado doesn't scare me, Sho."

Shota simply rubs his dry eyes, thinking about the last time you two shared a sensual moment.

"About two months." He mutters, and Hizashi almost falls out of his chair.

"Two fucking months?!" Hizashi shouts, his voice naturally carrying, causing some of the students to halt in their training and turn to their teachers. Shota reaches his arm out of his sleeping bag and smacks the back of Hizashi's head with enough force to fling his neck forward. Hizashi sits up, rubbing the back of his head and adjusting his shades accordingly.

"No wonder you've been acting like you're going to bust a blood vessel, ya' haven't busted a nut since four score and seven years ago." Hizashi snickers behind his hand, which is not appreciated by Shota. "Did she tell you why?" Hizashi asks, and Shota sighs as he slinks back into his seat.

"That's the thing, she hasn't." Shota starts, his face confused as he thinks back. "She hasn't grown distant besides that, nothing else has changed, she just doesn't initiate anything anymore."

"Ah, I see." Hizashi ponders. "Has she been the only one initiating before the sudden stop?"

"No...yes?" Shota tries to think back on every sexual encounter, trying not to imagined what happened during, but before they even started. But in Shota's mind, it still seemed mutual. "We both kind of?"

"You can't kind of initiate sex, Sho. Either you do, or you don't." Hizashi shrugs, and Shota sighs again. "There must be something you're not doing. She may be doing this to test you, or get you to stand up or something. Either way, it's a communication problem. Just talk to her about it."

While getting off of work, Shota texted you and said that he would pick you up for a date. Your heart wouldn't stop doing triplets, even after he picked you up. You couldn't hear him properly in the confined space of the car, and asked him quite a few times to repeat himself. You were so nervous and eager for something, anything to happen tonight. You weren't sure how much longer you could withhold yourself. He looked so handsome in his streetwear; a simple stormy gray shirt and baggy black jeans that hugged his hips. His hair was pulled into a low bun, exposing his stubbled side profile. You couldn't help but lurch forward and kiss his jaw, laughing at his surprise, admiring the shimmery lip imprint off his skin.

Shota, despite coming off as poised during the car ride, was beyond flustered. His knuckles turned ashy white as he gripped the steering wheel for dear life, his cock throbbing against his (purposely chosen) baggy, black pants. You looked adorable; an off the shoulder, puffy sleeved dress that hugged your waist and frilled at the bottom. A simple chained necklace rested on your collar bone, your hands resting on your covered thighs. It was the fact that you were dressed so modestly, so innocently in white that Shota was consumed with the urge to soil your pretty clothes, and your even prettier face. After getting over his initial shock after you pecked his jaw, he finally let go of his death grip of the steering wheel, and allowed one hand to rest on your thigh, squeezing it gently. You withhold a yelp, your face feeling as if it was brushed with a minty fragrance as it burned intensely.

Shota ended up taking you to a carnival about an hour away, treating you to every ride and game that came into view. He didn't think dinner would be a good idea, and felt it would be better on his psyche if he continued to move around and distract himself a bit. You two had a great time, the unbearable tension subsiding with each giggle that passed, and each game that was won. Satisfied with your winnings, you both decide to call it a night, and head back to Shota's car.

Shota swings the passenger door open for you, and you jokingly bow. After ducking into the car, he swiftly closes it, jogging to the drivers side and sliding in. He starts the car, the two of you reliving the funniest and sweetest moments of the night, your energy subsiding as you drive along. But once silence settled in, it was back to square one. Electricity crackling and hearts pounding as if the both of you were a pair of horny teenagers. Shota clears his throat, attempting to initiate a conversation.

"Can I...ask you something?" Shota grumbles, feeling nervous.

""Anything." You withhold a sigh.

"It just seems kind of stupid."

"There are no stupid questions when it comes to us, Shota."

Why was he so nervous? You two had been going steady for over almost two years, there's no way he should be beating around the bush like this. You both were grown adults, sex wasn't anything to be shy about. You voiced yourself all the time-

Oh.

Shota kept a steady grip on the steering wheel, trying not to swerve off the highway.

"Spit it out, Shota." You encouraged him, growing slightly impatient as you pressed your thighs together.

"Have you been purposely denying me sex?" He asks, his eyes focused on the road as the street lights rhythmically flash on his face.

"I haven't denied you anything." You simply say.

"So then why haven't we-?" He stops his sentence, taking a large swallow.

"Did I ever say 'Shota, let's never have sex again'? I don't believe those words ever came out of my mouth." You look at him, but his eyes are unwavering, staring owlishly down the road. You watch him shift uncomfortably in his seat, and your eyes drift down to the slight bulge underneath his pants. Your nose scrunches a bit as you rest your right elbow on the arm rest, and begin palming him with the left. A slight hiss exits his pearly whites, the car jerking in response to Shota's surprise. His eyes flit down to your hand, then back to the road, his focus being challenged by your meticulous hand movement.

"A lot hasn't come out of your mouth lately, either." You say, continuing to stroke him through his pants, his cock twitching under the fabric. "It's always me begging for you. Me pleading for you. But you, Shota Aizawa, ask for nothing." You speed up your hand movement, Shota's hips bucking slight, his body restrained by his seatbelt. Shota tries hard to keep his eyes from squeezing shut. He was thankful no one was on the road as he drove so carelessly.

"Do I not satisfy you, Shota?" Your words stuck to his eardrums like honey, the way your voice coaxed him made him stifle a groan. He couldn't speak, he couldn't do anything in that moment but relish in your touches which he had been longing for. He swears under his breath, the loose strands of his hair beginning to stick to the side of his face.

"I'm waiting, Shota." You begin getting restless, watching his body twitch under your touch. "You're a big boy, aren't you, Shota? Use your words."

Hearing such a demanding tone from you was surprising, but made his cock swell even more as his breathing became heavier. He had never heard you use this type of tone with him in this type of setting, but he'd be lying if he said he didn't crave more. The thought of you controlling him with such assertiveness, along with the jerking motion of your hand edged him closer and closer, the familiar warmth flooding his lower abdomen.

Until you stopped. You sit back in your chair with a sigh.

"No- wait..." Shota whimpered, a tone that surprised both you and him with it escaping his throat.

"'No', you don't want to continue? Got it." You blankly say. Shota grips the steering wheel, the leather crackling.

"That's not what I meant." Shota begins to get testy, but you weren't folding.

"Then by all means, tell me what you meant."

Shota had two options. Go home and try to fuck his hand relentlessly, which was bound to bear no type of release, or pull the car over.

Waiting til' you two got home wasn't an option.

Shota swerves off the main road, causing you to yelp in surprise, grabbing the hand railing above you. The drive becomes bumpy as you make your way off the smooth road into a more wood-like terrain, hearing leaves and branches crunch under the wheels of the car. He slams onto the brakes once enough lights had abandoned the car, halting its movements. He then turns it off, putting the keys on the dash.

Heavy breathing containing surprise, pent up frustration, and excitement fill the car from the both of you. Finally, Shota breaks the silence and gets out of the car, slamming the door shut as he paces outside, grappling at his hair.

He had never done anything like this before, he had never been tested like this. Now that he was here, he wasn't sure what to do. He huffs the climbs into his backseat, laying down flat with his arms covering his face. He sighs, his chest heaving up and down as his heart pounded.

"...ride." You hear him mumble.

"Excuse me?" You say, not sure if you heard him correctly.

"Ride me, please." He repeats. He then turns to face you, his eyes dilated.

"I need to see you."

You weren't sure what was fluttering to be exact, but you were on cloud nine. You didn't mean for him to beg, that was just a plus. You just wanted him to be more vocal about what he liked, how he wanted it. He always seemed to abide by you, but every now and then you wanted to please him the same way as he pleases you.

Unbuckling your seatbelt, you climb into the back seat as Shota sits up and rests on the door. It was a bit tight, you're back slightly pressed against the roof of the car as you straddled his hips.

Shota's hands gripped your waist, and as he slowly grinded up into you, you felt your own slick in your panties, causing you to sigh in content. The foreplay honestly wasn't necessary, both of you ready to release at any moment, but you wanted to savor the excitement that you were both feeling. It had been so long, far too long.

You throw your head back, latching your bottom lip between your teeth as you meet his motions. Your clit throbbed in unison with his cock, which was struggling against the compressed space. You feel Shota's hand reach up to your face bringing you down to his.

"Come here..." He moans, his lips seizing yours. One hand holds your face, while the other bunches the fabric of your dress and squeezes your ass. As lips lock over and over, tongues darting in and out of each other's mouths, you both unconsciously speed up, the car creaking as it rocks to and fro.

You moan into his lips as Shota's hips stutter, trying to keep up with your pace. As you bear down on him more, the friction being too much to bear, he rips his mouth from yours. He latches his teeth onto your neck, biting down hard and causing you to orgasm. While your prolonged moan comes out in full volume, Shota's is stifled into a grunt as his hips still.

You both lie there, breathing heavily into each other's ears. As your high subsides, you sit up slightly. You look down into Shota's eyes, his irises still swirling with an unknown fog. As you shift your lower body, you feel that despite both of you having an orgasm, he was still, in fact, sporting an immense hard-on. You decide to coax him a bit more.

"More?" You breathlessly ask.

"More." He groans, bringing your face to his face again. You give him a sensual kiss, your body twitching uncontrollably as it attempts to recover from your last orgasm. Not separating your lips, you unbutton his jeans, shimmying them off, as he lifts his hips to help. After some slight adjustments, it was just undergarment keeping you two apart.

"No condoms." Shota moans, finally feeling the slick dripping from your pussy against his own. The wet sound of arousal traveled through the confined space. You sit up, raising a brow at Shota. He rolls his eyes.

"Don't worry, I'll pull out."

You give him a knowing smile. "No you won't."

"Shut the fuck up and touch me." He leers, and you gladly abide.

As you kiss him deeply again, your hand travels down into his briefs, stroking his length, the width of his cock causing you to whimper into his mouth. It's been so long since he had properly stretched you out, and he was enthralled by the idea of how you would take him. He didn't have to imagine for long, because with one swift move of your laced panties to the side, you were already trying to sink past his tip.

Your face screwed in a mixture of pain and pleasure, your heart practically leaping out of your chest as you gasped.

"Shit..." Shota hissed, watching your cunt slowly swallow him as you eased your way down, holding your breath. He grabs your hips, guiding you until he bottoms you out. You two sit like that for a moment, Shota messaging your thighs so that you would relax. The way you clenched around him was enough to make him cum right there.

"Breathe, baby." Shota moaned into a slight whimper, staring at you with your eyes shut tight but you couldn't hear him. You hadn't even fully realized you were holding your breath until his fingers found your clit, causing you to whine. Slowly but surely, you begin moving, your hips circulating on his pelvis as you not only rode his cock, but his hand that kept flicking across that sensitive nub.

"Shit, shit, shit." Shota swore repeatedly as he watched his cock slowly enter and exit you as you proceeded with utmost care. He watched your fluids leak out onto his lower half, aiding in his arousal.

"Sho- ugh..." You struggled to keep your bearings as you felt him grow inside you. You were determined to put him first. "Talk to me, just keep talking- fuck." You encouraged, egging him on to where he would just do it naturally.

He hisses, words failing him.

"Sho, please."

"I swear to God, if you keep talking like that, I'm going to fuck the shit out of you."

"Then do something about it."

Like a switch, something flips in him. Without hesitation, he grabs your hips, raising you all the way up, then slamming you back down on him. You yelp, your breasts bouncing against the top half of your dress. He does it again, skin slapping against skin with a loud clap.

"Fuck, you take me so well." He grunts, as he begins slamming you down in a steady rhythm, his hips meeting you as he fucks into you. You continue to bounce as one hand leaves your hips and begins fondling with your clothed breast, squeezing and holding on for dear life.

"Shota, oh God..." You moaned, panting as you felt your stomach knot.

"Come on, (Y/N), keep fucking me just like that." His usual sullen tone erodes from his voice as he picks up speed. Your head falls back, the friction causing warmth to flood though your muscles as your sprawled legs begin to twitch.

"You're so fucking pretty, (Y/N). Even prettier when I paint your insides." He continues, his release growing closer as he sees you in ecstasy above him. His movements falter slightly as he grabs your ass.

"Fuck, I can't- fuck!" Your words get jumbled as his sensual touches send you higher.

"C-cum for me." He stammers. "Cum on my cock, pretty girl."

He slams into you one more time, his hips stilling as his warmth floods into your cunt, and you cum as well, your body convulsing as a wretched sound leaves your throat. You heave, you're cunt fluttering around his length, which to your surprise, still refused to contract.

"Shit." Shota grunts, sitting up fully, grappling onto you. You yelp in surprise as he maneuvers his way to be on top of you, while still keeping his hard cock inside.

"I thought you wanted me to ride." You whimpered, your vision splotchy as you heaved against his chest.

"Well, now I want you on your back." He grunts, slowly pushing his cock into you more. You let out a drawn out moan, feeling him push his seed deeper and deeper into you.

"I'm gonna fuck you just like this, yeah?" He huffs, more rhetorically than anything, but you still nod. One of his hands travels up your body, before interlocking with your hand above your head.

He curses as he slowly fucks into you, looking down to watch his cock disappear into you're creamed cunt. Your body, though overwhelmed, couldn't help but suck him in more and more, begging to be filled.

"I wish you could see how you looked right now." Shota's hand tightens in yours, and you wince. "God fucking dammit." He hissed, still entering you painfully slow.

"Tell me more..." You whimpered, your eyes brimming as you felt the knot slowly forming. "Tell me, Shota." Your hips bucked involuntarily, into him to chase your own high, and he chuckled.

"What, is hearing the sounds of me fucking into you not enough?" He hums, and your back arches against the sticky leather. "You wanna hear me talk about how desperately this pretty little pussy is swallowing me whole?"

"Fuck, yes, please..." You moaned, your cunt twitching. You needed him to be more vocal. You craved it as much as you craved him. You needed him.

"What's gotten into you lately?" Shota chuckles, picking up his pace. "When did you become such a fucking slut?"

A moan gets caught in your throat, and is immediately expelled when his free hand goes to touch your overstimulated clit again. Your free hand flys down to his hand to halt his movements.

"No- ngh, plea..se..." You start choking on your own moans as he stops his stokes, then pins both your hands above your head. He looks down at you, greed eating away at his features.

"I'm not asking you, I'm telling you." He states, running his hand through his hair.

"Keep your hands here."

He begins thrusting into you, your body spasming under his touch as he rubs your clit. Strangled groans exit you as you writhe under his body, your being twisting as it fights against the wave of pleasure threatening to wash over you.

The car rocked aggressively, the windows fully fogged at this point from the hot air produced from the both of you. You groaned, squeezing your eyes shut as the scenery of Shota's godly face above you making you cum again. Even as you opened your eyes, you still couldn't make out anything as Shota didn't leave you alone, still pounding into your pussy.

"Shota, please!" You begged, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath to no avail.

"Let's try again, this time look at me as you cum." He snaps, fucking into you harder, curses leaving his swollen lips.

Tears were fully streaming down your face now, the overload of senses taking a toll on your body, but Shota did seem to care. His eyes were clouded and focused as he buried himself into your cunt over and over, muttering words in the confined space.

"More, more, more." He grunted at each thrust, your eyes threatening to roll into the back of your head in an attempt to disobey his command. You couldn't think, speak, or do anything, except lie there with your mouth agape, drool spilling out as he fucked you stupid.

"Look who's not using their words now." He chuckles, smacking your thigh, the sound ricocheting as it stung under his grasp. The sound of flesh against flesh along with your wails was too much, and you couldn't take it anymore as that familiar feeling sank into your stomach.

"I...I...I- ugh," You gave up trying to speak, your pussy pulsating signaling you were due any second.

Shota stops fondling your clit, and instead presses down on your abdomen, his other hand bracing him on the window.

"I'm right there, baby." He coaxes through the warmth, his hips stammering as you feel him in your stomach. You churned as white flashed before your eyes. "Fuck, cum with me. Cum, cum, c-"

His hips finally still, and together you orgasm. Your moan goes unheard as your legs shake underneath him, but Shota's groan rumbles through his chest as you both heave. Shota moves slightly, entering you one more time before exiting completely, watching both of your mixed fluids spill onto the backseat of his car. He exhales slowly, and swipes a bit of the liquid from your oozing cunt, causing you to jolt. He tastes the sweet mixture, watching your pussy flutter repeatedly, trembling from the relentless pounding it just received. He then leans over you, kissing you deeply, the taste tingling on your tastebuds. You sigh into his mouth, your energy spent and exhausted.

Shota sits up, a lazy smile on his face.

"So all this time, this was some sort of test?" He chuckles, bringing his hand to your face as he wiped a few stray tears off your face. You giggle nervously, nodding your head because you were unable to speak at the moment.

"Tomorrow, I'll be expecting an apology." He leans forward, pecking your lips once more before fixing your panties and dress, then tucking himself away. He gets out of the car, heads to his trunk, and pulls out the blanket you two would use for picnics sometimes, and lays it on top of you.

He slides into the front seat with a huff, starting his car.

"But as of tonight, I have two months worth of sex to get out of you." Shota begins driving back to the main road, and your eyes widen. Little did you know, the past half hour or so was now running through his head on loop, causing him to become erect yet again.

"So hold my cum until we get home. That cunt should still be full by the time we arrive, yeah?"

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #smut #mha #aizawa shouta #aizawa x female reader #fanfic

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badgermolebender · 6 months

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So I have a lot of thoughts about Wu and team Avatar. The show kind of sets him up to have poor relationships with each of them, but they have to work together (Ruins of Empire), and he and Mako are so clearly in love. And I just think about the development of Wu’s relationships with team avatar like all the time. I think Opal would warm up to him first, then Korra, then Asami, and then Bolin.

But I was thinking about how Asami and Wu would bond, because that seemed the least obvious to me, and I now have this headcanon that it’s over a game of Pai Sho.

So in S3 E9 “The Stakeout,” Asami and Bolin play Pai Sho, and they have different philosophies behind the game. For Bolin, it’s a fast-paced, game of chance. For Asami, it’s the slow, methodical game that Iroh played in ATLA. And this seems to be showing the differences between Mako/Bolin and Asami. Because of their differences in class, they grew up in very different Republic Cities and have very different cultural backgrounds and experiences. And Bolin and Asami play a lot of games, and Bolin only “wins” once (Pabu knocks over the board).

And I just love the idea of Asami and Wu being in a situation where they can play Pai Sho. Because Wu would know how to play the slow, methodical, and aristocratic way. And he’s smart and analytical and able to look at situations big picture (in Ruins of Empire he’s really the only one considering the broader political implications besides Zhu Li). So I just love the idea of Asami being forced to reconsider her judgements about Wu, the silly, irresponsible, spoiled prince, during a five (or some other unreasonable number of) hour game of Pai Sho in which she ultimately falls into his trap and loses. And they aren’t besties by the end, but Asami finally has true respect for Wu beyond “well he’s the least evil leader for the Earth Kingdom.”

And then once that initial ice is broken and mutual respect is forged, Asami comes to appreciate having someone in her life who understands the world that she comes from. Someone who comes from a similar cultural background and experiences. And then she and Wu ultimately forge a true friendship over their shared experiences of wealth and growing up in that environment and being overlooked by others.

#avatar the last airbender #avatar legend of korra #avatar last airbender #avatar #prince wu #king wu #asami sato #mako x wu #pai sho #mako #korra #headcanon #my headcanons

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chaoticnerdsstuff · 2 months

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Hi!

I’m the one who leaves ramble comments on your fics. Sorry to bother you and you can ignore this if you wish.

I was curious with how Morally Grey!Izumi and Azula would bond in an unwinding manner. Would they take part in a game of Pai Sho while asking how the other is doing?

Have a nice day/evening.

Hello!

I think Izumi would unwind with Azula would be an intense sparring, until they fight until they lose control of their flames. Since both of them are disciplined well, they usually stop when one calls a quits or they're bored. The older Azula was, the more amused she was to see Izumi sweat and exhausted, while she barely had a sweat. I think Azula would be the one to initiate the conversation about Izumi's anger and despondency because she notices how far away her niece would be from her fire. She knows the slight manipulation that it is to use Izumi's exhausted state from fighting to open up, but it's one of the ways she manages to talk to her. Izumi knows this, but she trusts Azula and is honest.

Hope you have a nice day/night!!!

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infernalodie · 2 years

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𝐁𝐚𝐝 𝐍𝐞𝐰𝐬 || 𝐒𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐤

“𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘈𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘊𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘢𝘪𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦“

Inspo: Kehlani - Bad News

Pairing: Sadie Sink x Black!Male!reader

Requested - 🚨🦇

Summary: She didn’t know half of the shit you went through. But she would be willing to understand first hand.

Warnings: Brief fluff, but overall angst

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“Cut!” The Director called out, an alarm going off as you sighed, running your hands down your face. “Y/n, what’s going on, man?”

You couldn’t respond, only grabbing your phone from your pocket and staring at the screen. All media’s screaming out about the decision to choose you for the villain in Ms. Marvel. It’d started when the rumours came up, but after the trailer was released, you have been getting nonstop hate.

So, without much thought besides pure anger and frustration, you whipped your phone at the floor. “Fuck!”

The sheer volume of your shout silenced the entire room, who looked to see you fuming. Everyone on set knew of the trials that you and Iman had been going through after getting cast for the show. Now, Iman only had the troubles surrounding Ms. Marvel’s powers, but that was Marvel’s decision. But for you, no one liked the casting you were given. The moment people found out, there had been nothing but hate for weeks.

Anybody who was famous and had experienced what you are was lying if they said the initial hate didn’t bother them. Because today you had made the mistake of bringing your phone on set and you were paying the price for it. Phone constantly going off and even in between scenes, you were looking at your phone and the bullshit coming from it. You couldn’t remember your lines and the fact you guys were going through major reshoots was only adding to the stress.

It was understandable to hate a character from the comics and the things he did in the comics, but this was a show. A new look at the character you were tasked to bring to the screen, along with the director. You took the role to hopefully take a leap in your career and do the roles you were actually wanting to do. But this wasn’t at all what you signed up for.

Iman, being one of the only people brave enough to comfort you, walked over and placed a hand on your shoulder. You leaned into her touch, bending over and trying to take calming breaths. “Wanna take a break?” She asked softly.

In the time both of you walked out on set and did your first scene together, you instantly clicked. Although your character was Homelander Esque from The Boys, a brutal psychopath, you managed to be able to put down the mask at will. Which made the in-between takes relaxing when you could joke around with the girl and talk freely. She made this decision and transition easy for you. And she might’ve been the only person there that could somewhat understand what you were going through.

But you shook your head, sighing as you ran a hand down your face. “No, I should be good.” Placing your hand on your hips, you turned to the staff and waved your hand. “I’m sorry, everyone. I- I’ve just been having a difficult time. Let’s do that again. Sorry.”

They all nodded, getting back to their places as you walked on stage with a sigh. “I hope Sadie is having a good day.”

“Hey, uh, Sadie? Have you heard from your boyfriend?” Dylan asked, sitting in the makeup trailer, eyes scanning his phone with furrowed eyebrows.

The redhead that was sitting beside him frowned, glancing over for a moment. “Um, no?” She said. “Why? Did something happen?”

Dylan was about to open his mouth to speak, but the trailer doors opened and Taylor stepped inside. An uneasy look on her face as she walked over. “Sadie, you might want to hear this.”

Handing over her phone, a video was going viral on Twitter that was a pure black screen. The caption talking about you on the set of Ms. Marvel. A show you were extremely excited to be a part of and even had her read lines with you. She knew that you weren’t planning on signing a multi-movie deal with Marvel, just considering how the experience would go. But seeing that the caption was involving you having a massive outburst, she could only guess that this would be your one and only appearance with Marvel.

And when she watched the video, she heard something smash and you yell something before the video cut to you apologizing. She couldn’t blame you at all for what happened. Considering that all the tweets below were making fun of you, she was guessing this was the reasoning behind the said outburst. With how reshoots have been going for you, the addition of hate could only stress you out further. So, she knew that tonight would likely be a rather quiet night between you two.

“Y/n! I’m home!” Sadie called out, shutting the front door to the large house as she kicked her shoes off and proceeded further. No response was given as she found you sat on the couch in front of your 4k TV with Stranger Things on, passed out with a soft snore coming from you.

A smile formed on her lips as she placed her bag down and took her jacket off before walking over. You wore a pair of black joggers and no shirt from the heat of California recently. Your chocolate back was presented to her as she carefully straddled your back, leaning forward and resting against you. Only creating a larger heat to build between you two.

You shifted underneath her, grumbling as you lifted your head just enough to see her smiling down at you. “Hi, baby.” You playfully puckered up your lips, making Sadie laugh as she kissed you softly.

“How was work?” She muttered, but you groaned, laying your head back down onto the pillow as you watched Steve push Dustin’s butt into the vent. A soft laugh fell from your lips before you glanced back up at her.

“How was Dylan?” You avoided, shifting around until she straddled your waist where you let your hands rest on her thighs. “Haven’t heard from him since Maze Runner. He doing good?”

Sadie knew that you didn’t like talking about your work life. You were always far keener to learn about hers and see how she was doing. Able to avoid your side of life fully, but still have so many questions about hers. It was one thing she loved and despised about you. She couldn’t hold it against you considering today likely was a pain in the ass for you. But every day seemed to be having that single description.

She sighed, leaning back as she rested her hands on your stomach. “He’s good,” she answered. “We finished up filming, so I get a day or two off before I have to get into filming for Season 4 of Stranger Things. Don’t know if I am excited or dreading the filming for it.”

You chuckled, nodding in understanding as you shot your hands. “You and me both.”

That made Sadie tilt her head, nails gently tracing shapes and figures into your skin. Earning a gentle hum of approval as you sighed softly. “I saw the video.” The mere mention of the video made you groan. Having been told by the director and Iman, who ambushed you at the end of the day about it. Promising to find whoever was responsible and punish them for it. But you knew that there was no direct way to figure out who could leak the video. There were far too many people on set to even single out the person.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

“Nope.”

“Do you wanna talk about the hate.”

“Could care less about that.”

Sadie chuckled in amusement as you shook your head. “It doesn’t bother me, Sadie. I got it for when I was in The Harder They Fall-”

“But all that hate was from racists if we’re being honest here.” Sadie pointed out.

“Fair point, but I’ve always had a chip on my shoulder,” you stated. “I’m not going to let some people deter me from a role because I’m black and it goes against the comic version of the character. Yes, it is a big change, but that doesn’t mean shit to me.”

“You don’t have to act tough around me, you know?” Sadie reminded softly. “I come to you about all my problems. Don’t think that means you aren’t allowed to either.”

That was a very true statement, but you didn’t go to Sadie about it because it was often you were gaining daily comfort from your aunt. Yes, Sadie knew you like the back of her hand, but your aunt knew you and read between the lines of everything you said. Able to get to the core of your problems and provide help. It’s not like Sadie wasn’t able to do the same, but your aunt has been there since you were a kid.

But Sadie had accepted that she wasn’t the first person you would go to. After everything you’ve been through with your parents and trauma overall, she couldn’t relate. So, she understood completely that you needed to vent to someone who knew you best. Instead, she would keep an open eye and help wherever she could. If you beckoned her, she was sprinting to your aid. It was that unconditional love that had fueled and made this three-year-long relationship sustainable.

“I think you should take a break from acting-”

“Can’t.” Sadie stared down at you, slightly surprised by how quickly you were to interject. “I have Uncharted with Tom, then I have Black Adam, and then I have Oppenheimer with Robert and Cillian.”

“Do you ever take a break?” Sadie teased softly, blessed to hear when that soft chuckle falls from your lips. “You should take a break. You have enough money to just hold back on taking any more roles for the next few months.”

“But what’s the point if I can’t spend that free time with you?” You asked softly, earning that large smile from Sadie.

She brushed a finger across your caramel skin, kissing your cheek softly and muttering, “You are adorable.”

“No, I am being realistic.” You grumbled as the girl laughed.

The both of you laughed as you two spent the majority of the night sitting and watching Stranger Things. With you preparing for long and gruesome coming weeks of reshoots for something you were already regretting ever deciding to do.

Well, the filming of the show was done and you finished filming for the other three projects given you didn’t have massive roles in almost all of them. So, you were still looking for other projects that were willing to take you up. And so far, reception for Uncharted had been mixed. You played the games, so you knew it would be expected when you got the script. But a lot of people liked your character, so that was something for you to look forward to.

After the reshoots for Ms. Marvel, the second trailer came out and gave your character more exposure from Kamala Khan. Showing just how well you did portraying the character that was far different from your previous roles. Especially considering, they might’ve not shown it on screen, but you killed soldiers without a second thought. It might’ve just been your acting and the direction the studio took the character that allowed some of the people to accept your character and you.

There was still the mixed reception, but it wasn’t as bad as it was before. It gave you enough time to finally breathe and feel some sort of weight off your shoulders. And now, you are using the very small time with Sadie before you go film Uncharted.

Today, you were accompanying her and Millie to the set of Stranger Things. Happy that you finally get to experience Sadie acting firsthand, as well as support her. It was a rare occasion that you were excited to finally get as you wanted to spend every waking moment with your girlfriend.

So, when the springer van pulled at the front of the closed-off studio, you, Sadie, and Millie exited with bodyguards surrounding you. You held Sadie’s hand, sunglasses blocking out the sun as you held a cigarette in the other.

But as you guys approached the entrance of the studio, fans and paparazzi could be seen behind a fence. They screamed Millie and Sadie’s names hysterically. The two girls gave friendly waves and smiles as you kept your head down. Since finishing Ms. Marvel, you had opted to keep your head down. As well as not spill too much into what you were doing next, so you’d been under the radar for a bit.

Except, your head snapped towards the fence when you heard, “Fuck you, Y/n! You fucking suck ass in Ms. Marvel!”

Now, you have had many verbal altercations with people and the roles you’ve gotten. There is always going to be that one person that wants to speak their mind and it isn’t much you can really do about that. So, you just continued to walk, keeping a deadpan as best as you could. If only Sadie had felt the same because she was quick to break off from your side and march towards the fence.

“Who said that?” She yelled. “Who the hell said that?”

“Sadie- shit!” You rushed over with Millie in tow as Sadie found the person responsible for the comment.

“Who the hell do you think you are?” She spat. “Judging someone just because of a character they play- You haven’t even seen the show yet and you’re making rude comments!”

Before anything could continue, you literally picked the girl up bridal style and quickly jogged away. Jaw ticked in frustration as Sadie fumed in silence. “You alright, love?” Millie asked, specificity of who not set as you kept your eyes forward, allowing Millie to direct.

But Sadie nodded, turning her gaze to you, and before she could speak, you cut her off. “You don’t have to fight my battles for me. You just gotta leave it alone when it’s fans.”

“They had no right to speak to you like that,” Sadie huffed. “You may be used to it, but that doesn’t mean they get to continue to treat you like that. And if they were fans of mine, then they aren’t anymore.”

A small smile forms on your lips as you look away, shaking your head in amusement. “I don’t deserve any bit of you.”

Sadie leaned up, kissing your cheek. “You deserve the world and everything in it, Y/n.”

#sadie sink #sadie sink imagine #sadie sink x black!reader #sadie sink x black!male!reader #sadie sink x reader #sadie sink angst #sadie sink fluff #sadie sink fanfiction #poc reader #x black!reader #x black reader #x black!male!reader #sadie sink x male!reader

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keanureevesisbae · 1 year

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endeavors #2 - introduction

Summary: Grace could've known that August would take this very seriously.

August Walker x Grace Stanford (asian ofc)

Wordcount: 1.3k

Warning: Being in a sex shop, mention of safeword, female orgasm, use of sex toys

Masterlist // endeavors masterlist

‘So, what sex toys do you have?’ August asks.

Casual conversations with my roommate are over now. No more: what would you like for breakfast? Is pizza for dinner three times in a row okay or do we have to add some cucumber to balance out our meals?

It’s about sex now.

August and I put down some ground rules. We take it slow, he suggests something and I can always say no. Or in our case, I can say the world ‘Pigeon’, which can be used both during sex and when he is suggesting ideas we could do. Pigeon is one of the least sexy words and also one I would never use in the bedroom or activities as such, so there will be never miscommunication about it.

If I am unable to speak and therefore can’t say ‘pigeon’ August told me to pinch him and not let go until he stopped.

While I wasn’t necessarily thinking about the possibility of me not being able to speak, I did appreciate my roommate taking all these precautions to make sure I will not feel uncomfortable.

I take a sip of my coffee. ‘Why?’

‘I want to prepare myself,’ he says.

‘You want to use my sex toys?’

‘On you, yes.’

I shouldn’t gulp, but here it happens and he snickers when he sees my face. ‘I’ve got a vibrator,’ I answer softly.

‘That’s it?’

I nod.

It takes a while before he can properly answer me. He takes a sip of his own cup of coffee and says: ‘You and I are gonna go shopping.’

‘What?’ I ask. Shopping? Why would we go sho— Oh no, what?! ‘August, we’re not going to a sex store!’

‘We are.’

‘Pigeon, pigeon, pigeon!’

He starts to laugh. ‘What is so bad about a sex store?’

‘There are sex toys and people. Can’t we just order something online?’

August places the cup on the counter and walks up to me. He leans with his hip against the counter and says: ‘There is nothing to be embarrassed about. You can go incognito if you want. I’m not going to buy something outrageous, just two things, okay?’

I bat my eyes and whisper: ‘August, I don’t want to go into a sleazy store.’

‘It’s not a sleazy store. Okay, how about, you and I go there, you check the place out from the outside and if it’s not that appalling, you come with me, if you hate it, you wait outside.’

That’s a compromise I can live with.

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I hate to admit it, but this is actually a decent store. The woman behind the counter looks very sweet, the customers look like normal people and the interior isn’t too bad. August and I stroll passed the displays and he jokingly pulls me away when I’m absolutely dumbfounded when I see the things that are being sold.

Conclusion: I am very vanilla.

‘What did you even wanna buy?’ I ask him once I caught up with him.

August appears to look quite serious and he finally grabs something from the shelves. It’s a… vibrating egg with remote? He holds it in his hand, grabbing mine and pulls me with him. ‘We’re not gonna use it all today,’ he says.

‘All? You’re not done?’

He ignores me. ‘What’s your favorite color, Grace? Was it pink?’

‘Yes, why?’

‘You think this is cute?’

Oh no, it’s a pink dildo. ‘Pigeon,’ I say. ‘I mean it. There is a dildo in the size of your arm lurking at me from that shelf. I’m highly uncomfortable. August, can’t we just order more things online?’

He notices I’m serious, because he nods and says: ‘You know, you go wait outside, I’ll be right outside.’ He smirks. ‘We’re gonna have fun with this.’

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While I waited outside the store for him to pay, I could tell he bought more, but didn’t let me in on it. I hate to admit it, but being in that sex store turned me on a lot more than I initially thought it would and I think August knows.

August has dumped the bag in his room, before he followed me to mine, where he told me to grab my vibrator. I wasn’t the owner of a very luxurious one, however the vibrations do what they have to do and that was all that mattered.

The door of my room is closed and I awkwardly walk towards my nightstand, where I retrieve the vibrator. He smiles, before a dark chuckle follows and he takes the vibrator from my hand. ‘Look at me,’ he whispers, but the small command is enough for me to do what he wants straight away. Our eyes meet and he almost tenderly places his hand on my cheek. ‘Don’t be nervous. I’ve got you. I’ve got this, okay?’

While during New Years Eve, I had a sense of the more sexual side of August, there is something intriguing about the way he takes this so seriously. Sometimes I wonder if he’s always like this or if this is specially for me.

The sex noob.

In a matter of minutes, August has the both of us in just our underwear, slowly but surely peeling clothing off of us. With a certain expertise he unhooks my bra, but before he tosses the fabric away, he awaits my response. ‘Can I?’

I nod. I’ve been naked in front of guys I’ve had mediocre—okay, let’s be real: below average—sex with, but no one ever asked me this before.

With a small thud, the bra ends up on the floor and not long after that, I’m officially and totally naked. He’s in between my legs, his lips not once leaving mine. All that divides us, is the thin fabric of his boxers.

‘You trust me?’ he asks, his hand in the dip of my waist.

It’s such a deep question, especially for two people who are gonna fuck around (probably for more scientific reasons, because this is a very literal take on sex education), but I decide to honestly answer it. ‘I do, August,’ I whisper. ‘Of course I trust you.’

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By putting my trust in August, it almost feels like I’ve handed over my control to him. It’s the way he kisses my entire body, allows me to get used of his fingers near my most intimate region, and how he slowly pushes down the walls I’ve built around myself. I know I never show my bed partners how I truly feel, always putting on a facade.

But not with August.

The vibrations against my sensitive clit, I’ve been so used to doing it myself, but when someone else is holding it, decides when to press it against the bundle of nerves, it’s so different.

So much better.

My brain is buzzing, my heart is pounding. Never had anyone done this, with this much confidence and this much expertise, forcing me over the edge time after time after time.

I’m clenching around his fingers again, and sobs of pleasure fill the room. August finally takes a pity on me, carefully pulling out his digits, before he removes the vibrator from my clit. ‘How are you feeling?’ he asks, a wicked grin toying on his lips.

‘Sore,’ I chuckle, my legs slightly shaking still. ‘Fuck, August, you didn’t even rearrange my guts and I’m already in this state.’

August plops down next to me and lets out a satisfied sigh. ‘I’m that talented.’

I smack his stomach. ‘Shut up.’ I turn to the side and can’t help but notice the tent in his boxers. That sure is promising. My hand slides from his stomach down to the waistband and before he can say anything, my hand slips underneath the band. My fingers trace his hardened cock and he lets out a groan. However he then seizes my wrist and says: ‘You don’t have to do that.’

‘Why not?’ I ask him. ‘You did all of this for me.’

He shakes his head. ‘Not yet. It’s not part of the program yet.’

‘You have to call it a program?’

He smirks. ‘I do,’ he chuckles, ‘because I have a plan for you. For us.’

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endeavors taglist: @diegos-butt // @thelastsock // @liecastillo // @mis-lil-red // @sofiebstar // @abschaffer2 // @crazybutconfidentaf // @summersong69 // @gearhead66 // @xobriellaxo24 // @kebabgirl67 // @eldarwen333 // @kingliam2019 // @cherry-gemz // @sillyrabbit81 // @enchantedbytomandhenry // @lyrarodriguez // @islacharlotte // @sunshine96love // @oddsnendsfanfics // @xuxszx // @omgkatinka // @pterodactylterrace / @peaches1958 // @pandaxnienke // @teamfan7asy // @raccoon-eyed-rebel

#august walker #august walker fanfiction #august walker x ofc #august walker x asian ofc #august walker x grace stanford #august walker smut #henry cavill fandom #henry cavill #asian ofc #grace stanford #endeavors

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old-people-like-avatar · 3 months

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Netflix Avatar the Last Airbender S1E5: Spirited Away Review [SPOILERS]

Overall, a strong and creepy episode. With its titular callback to Miyazaki, this one had a very different sensibility from the prior episodes, but I liked it. I wasn't so sure about bringing Katara and Sokka into the spirit world, but we got some really important scenes there.

THE GOOD

Katara and Sokka flashbacks in the Spirit World: I was initially skeptical when Katara and Sokka went along with the spirit world journey. But there was a strong emotional character-building payoff with seeing both of those painful flashbacks. The trauma of Katara witnessing her mother's death, and the emotional pain of Sokka's barely passed ice dodging trials -- a new memory of Hakoda that added something to Sokka's character.

Koh the Face Stealer/Fog of Lost Souls: Man, Koh was creepy. The Fog was creepy.

Better placed fan service: The callbacks to the cartoon in this episode were much more organically placed than "my cabbages" and the minstrels from earlier episodes. Sokka referencing Pippin Paddleopsicopolis. The men in the tavern talking about the canyon crawlers ("Great Divide") or battling the volcano ("Fortuneteller"). They were little easter eggs that didn't draw too much attention to themselves. Even the Knowledge Owl ("The Library") had a story-driven purpose, more or less.

THE I-APPRECIATED-WHAT-THEY-WERE-DOING-BUT-NOT-SURE-THEY-PULLED-IT-OFF

Gyatso in the Spirit World: I wanted to like the concept of Aang finding Gyatso in the Spirit World. I liked Gyatso "cheating" at Pai Sho and the warmth that showed. I even kind of liked Gyatso's slightly awful "we do it for the ones you love" exposition speech at the end of the episode, corny as it was. But I felt cheated out of that warmth in the Episode One, when that would have made a difference in emotional heft when Aang discovered his body. Now it just seems... cheap? Because he's back? And it undercuts the weight of the Aang's loss of his entire nation and people.

The thinness of the spirit world barrier: Ultimately, the show had to get these characters into the spirit world, so I don't fault the show for pulling a little "oh I can just feel it" Jedi Knight/Avatar once-over on the audience. On the one hand, this show keeps telling us (not showing us) that Aang 'doesn't know what he's doing.' And then on the other hand, it dumps spirit world mumbo jumbo exposition on us through Aang clearly kind of knowing what he's doing by referencing what "the monks told me." It's kind of jarring. It at once makes him seem wise while undercutting the message they're trying to convey about him not knowing what he's doing.

THE BAD

Clunky dialogue continues: "I also need to help these people..." "The avatar has to do the impossible..." Every time Aang talks about how he should have been there, should have protected the forest, needing to help people, it just feels so forced. Just show him helping people. You don't need to have him announce that he wants to help people.

Talking exposition fox: What the heck?

THE UNKNOWN

Narratively tying Aang, Zuko, and Azula together/Azula: The close of this episode, narrated by Gyatso in corny fashion, drew explicit parallels between the stories of Aang, Zuko, and, surprisingly, Azula. I am not sure whether this is going to pay off yet, as Azula's arc in this show has yet to be fully realized, but it does seem they are taking her in a different direction from the prodigal, "born lucky" daughter from the show. It shows her vulnerable, desperate for her father's approval. I am interested in this take -- and in how Ozai masterfully plays his children against one another -- and want to see more of where it goes.

#avatar the last airbender #atla #avatar: the last airbender #netflix atla #netflix avatar #live action avatar #live action atla #natla #spoilers

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The Lives of Others

(A Chronicles of the Avatar/The Dawn of Yangchen fanfic)

Summary:

Yangchen can trace a direct line between her actions, and Qiu's untimely demise. She wonders how many other deaths she's been responsible for. --or-- Yangchen is haunted by her responsibilities and her past lives both.

She’d killed him.

She may not have lifted a blade to his throat, but as Kavik recounted the initiation process for Zongdu Chaisee’s association, it was imminently clear to Yangchen that her actions had killed him. Qiu, the boy from the tea shop, barely older than herself, who’d completed the clumsiest information hand-off she’d ever seen, was dead now.

And it was her fault.

Bile rose in her throat. Qiu was dead, just like Jetsun, and Mesose, and Alornerk, and a thousand others who had suffered and died because of the Avatar’s incompetence. Guilt pressed down on her, and Yangchen struggled to keep her thoughts on the here and now.

“How could this have happened?" She asked. "You didn’t say your broker was coming to Jonduri!” She said it more accusatorily than she should have. After all, Kavik hadn’t written the misinformative message that led to Qiu’s murder.

Misinformative. Her thoughts snagged on the word. Yangchen had carefully released so much misinformation in her brief time on the world stage. It was complete chance that she’d learned Qiu's fate. How could she be sure that her other false missives hadn’t resulted in similarly brutal consequences?

“He obviously changed his mind after I talked to him,” said Kavik. “What do we do now?”

(She couldn’t afford to be indecisive-) (it wasn’t his fault, Passang was the one who-) (Blood. So much blood, if only she’d learned how to-)

“What do we do?” Kavik repeated.

(Her enemies wouldn’t hesitate, she needed to-) (it wasn’t. his. fault.)

“Avatar, this is your call,” said Tayagum

(Had she gambled too much? Was it time to cut her losses?)

“I don’t know,” she muttered.

“You can’t not know!” Kavik cried. “We’ve been following your orders, and now two people are dead! What is the plan here?”

“I said I don’t know!” She snapped.

She should retreat to the mountains, like she’d done before. Find a remote cave to sequester herself in, and scream until stalagmites rained from the sky and her throat was bloodied.

… had she done that before? Had that been Yangchen?

(In my era- ) (She’d brought this upon-)

“Avatar-,” Akudan began

“If you could just shut up for a moment—there’s too many of you, there’s always too many of you, and none of you ever stop. You never stop— ”

Yangchen stood up with a gust that sent the papers in the room fluttering.

She needed to get out of here, away from the people whose lives she held in her hands like pai sho tiles, away from their watching eyes, somewhere she could drown out the voices.

She barely had the presence of mind to don the pieces of her disguise before she stormed out the door.

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Author's Note:

Hello, please accept my humble first offering to the Chronicles of the Avatar fandom! Disclaimer 1: I'm aware that this ficlet borrows heavily from The Dawn of Yangchen, and covers very little new ground. However, I wanted to write it anyway because I’m convinced there was more happening in that scene than was apparent to Kavik and the rest of Team Avatar, and I wanted to explore that. In general, I’d like to write more fanfic exploring Yangchen’s relationships to her past lives and her current teammates. My future stories should be more original ^^' Disclaimer 2: I've only read the audiobooks; please forgive me if I misspell some things.

#The Dawn of Yangchen #yangchen #chronicles of the avatar #fanfiction #atla #avatar past lives #kavik #akuudan #tayagum #The Lives of Others #tempted to change the title to Death by Association but idk #writblr

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fromthedust · 1 year

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Hergé (Belgian, May 22, 1907 - March 3, 1983)

Belgian author and artist, 1907-1983. Translated into over thirty languages, Hergé’s adventure stories about the brave and resourceful young reporter Tintin are popular with both children and adults throughout the world In twenty-four book-length comic strips, Tintin and his faithful fox terrier, Snowy, embark on a series of thrilling global adventures set in remarkably detailed, meticulously researched landscapes.

Hergé. whose real name is Georges Remi (he devised his pen name by inverting his initials to R.G.), published the first Tintin adventure in Le Petit Vingtième, the children’s supplement to Le Vingtieme Siecle, in 1929. Published in book form in 1930 as Tintin in the Land of the Soviets, this primitive work is the only one of the series that was not later translated into color, with the exception of Tintin and the Alpha-Art, a work unfinished when Herge died and left in sketch form at his request.

The second adventure, Tintin in the Congo (1931), reflects a contemporary European view of Africa based on ignorance and portrays the African people as gullible and naive. Neither Congo nor the fanatically anti-Communist Soviets has yet been published in the United States.

In Tintin in America (1932), Tintin takes on Chicago mobster Al Capone, and Hergé’s sociopolitical satire becomes more sophisticated as he depicts the National Guard driving the Blackfoot Indians away from their ancestral lands. But it is probably The Blue Lotus (1936) that marks Hergé’s refinement of detail and concern for accuracy.

After befriending a young Chinese student who urged him to avoid common stereotypes, Hergé began to delve further into research of the physical and cultural landscape. The story is a clear protest of Japanese expansionism on the Chinese mainland and of the treatment of the Chinese people by many Westerners. Hergé’s friend appears as young Chang in The Blue Lotus and later in Tintin in Tibet (i960), a story of true friendship Hergé claims as his favorite.

Ostensibly a journalist, Tintin is seen reporting to his editor only once in the series and follows his sense of adventure and justice rather than any particular assignment. In the course of his adventures he encounters a colorful cast of characters who become his cohorts: The bumbling, ineffectual detectives Thompson and Thomson, the rough old sea dog Captain Haddock with his legendary penchant for drinking whiskey and hurling passionate but innocent insults, and the absent-minded but ingenious Professor Cuthbert Calculus provide both help and hindrance throughout Tintin’s travels.

All of these characters find their way aboard the first manned rocket bound, for the moon in Destination Moon (1953) and Explorers on the Moon (1954), in which Tintin, Snowy Captain Haddock, and Thompson and Thomson set foot on the moon fifteen years before Neil Armstrong landed in Apollo 11.

Hergé constructed a detailed scale model of a German U2 rocket to create the drawings, and his extensive scientific research gives the books remarkable accuracy and foresight. While most of the Tintin stories are noticeably devoid of women, opera singer Bianca Castafiore takes center stage as a strong female character in The Castafiore Emerald (1963).

Charles de Gaulle once remarked, “My only international rival is Tintin.”

source: Children’s Books and their Creators by Anita Silvey.

Hergé’s Tintin books in chronological order:

Tintin in the Land of the Soviets – (Tintin au pays des Soviets) (1929–1930)

Tintin in the Congo – (Tintin au Congo) (1930–1931)

Tintin in America – (Tintin en Amérique) (1931–1932)

Cigars of the Pharaoh – (Les Cigares du Pharaon) (1932–1934)

The Blue Lotus – (Le Lotus bleu) (1934–1935)

The Broken Ear – (L’Oreille cassée) (1935–1937)

The Black Island – (L’Ile noire) (1937–1938)

King Ottokar’s Sceptre – (Le Sceptre d’Ottokar) (1938–1939)

The Crab with the Golden Claws – (Le Crabe aux pinces d’or) (1940–1941)

The Shooting Star – (L’Etoile mystérieuse) (1941–1942)

The Secret of the Unicorn – (Le Secret de la Licorne) (1942–1943)

Red Rackham’s Treasure – (Le Trésor de Rackam le Rouge) (1943)

The Seven Crystal Balls – (Les Sept boules de cristal) (1943–1946)

Prisoners of the Sun – (Le Temple du soleil) (1946–1948)

Land of Black Gold – (Tintin au pays de l’or noir) (1948–1950)

Destination Moon – (Objectif Lune) (1950–1953)

Explorers on the Moon – (On a marché sur la Lune) (1950–1953)

The Calculus Affair – (L’Affaire Tournesol) (1954–1956)

The Red Sea Sharks – (Coke en stock) (1956–1958)

Tintin in Tibet – (Tintin au Tibet) (1958–1959)

The Castafiore Emerald – (Les Bijoux de la Castafiore) (1961–1962)

Flight 714 to Sydney – (Vol 714 pour Sydney) (1966–1967)

Tintin and the Picaros – (Tintin et les Picaros) (1975–1976)

#art by others #other's artwork #Tintin #Hergé

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ofmermaidstories · 11 months

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Merms!!! I am so exited about reader’s love of fresh produce you’ve got planned for sho’s fic!! I work on a nonprofit farm and conservation center and am sooo passionate about sustainable growing and regional veggies and herbs and plants so I’m very very exited that’s a lil nugget you’re putting in!! Not that it’ll be like the star of the show but those little glimpses and specificities are always so fun and full of life!

Anyways hehe visit your local farm stand(s) everyone if it’s available to you! A lot of places (around me, and my farm at least!) have programs and partners to help with food security so you can get free or discounted produce! And everyone there will prob be willing to chat about plants and growing or info on local food security initiatives, we give some of the harvest to the community and one of our neighbor’s focus is solely on food security!! Anyways RAHHH APOLOGIES I care abt this a lot and got up on a soap box 😭

Don’t apologise! Passion is good, and this is such an important thing to be passionate about. 🥺 Omg working on a farm though—I grew up on one so I can only imagine how hard you must work!!! I still live in a rural area now—although not as rural as East-Jesus-Nowhere when I was a kid—so I’m pretty lucky to have access to a lot of local produce!!! Especially with inflation hitting and raising prices. 😭 I shouldn’t complain though; my bestie was back home last week, visiting, and she was floored that sweet potatoes were like, $2.99 a kilo at the fruit shop—whereas apparently she was paying about $10 back in New Zealand? Dire 😭

You must do a lot of good work with your conservation and your non-profit. 🥺 All this talk of gardening tho makes me think of Carly Burd, that British woman who was harvesting from a little allotment and using the veggies she was growing to make up boxes to hand out to people who needed them—until some bastard salted the land!!! 😡 I hope they’re eventually outted—imagine having scum like that walk around among you! And you have to be scum, to have a problem with someone helping others feed themselves. idk, in Australia at least we waste so much produce just because it’s not pretty enough for the shelves or is a bit smaller than what the supermarkets want or it has to be thrown out EOD, and it’s so devastating because we’re such a big country—we can afford to feed our own, and we don’t. 🥺 I hate it!!!! I’ll stop myself there before I really get going, lmfao, but I just wanted to say your work sounds meaningful. 🥺 At the end of the day, getting yourself fed is the main thing, whether it’s from a packet of frozen Dollartree beans or a fresh bag of ‘em off the farm, but—it’s good that there’s farmers and programs and people out there trying to do what they can. 🥺💕

(Just for you, Anon, I’ll make sure our Reader for Shouto’s fic gets her veggies as local as she can 💕)

#ofmermaidstories-asks #still falling for you — fic #do u like my box of veggies? im so proud of them LMAO they took me like two hours 💀 my best drawn veggies yet 🥹#i made a little ‘shop local’ version actually but it looked dumb bc im not a graphic designer 🥺 so the veggies by themselves it is 😌

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covecampfire · 3 months

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So I watched the new ATLA

{SPOILERS AHEAD}

Preface: I just finished binging it with my Mom. It's been AGES since I've watched The Legend of Kora, so I've forgotten pretty much everything about it. I haven't done much research past the lore already present in the show. Cause of everything above, this is gonna be a preeeetty basic overview, but I needed to get this out or I'd INTERNALLY COMBUST.

The Good:

The MUSIC oh my GOD. Same composer as last time if I remember right, and it's WONDERFUL. It mimics the same motifs present in the original show, but it has its' own special twists - either being played in a slightly different note, or contining a whole new additional composition. [For more neat stuff about the original shows' score, check out this video by Sideways:

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Generally, the costumes are great, and pull a lot of inspiration or directly copy many different Asian cultures, ranging from Japanese to Indian.

The CGI is AMAZING most of the time. All of the elements look and behave realistically, and look like they do ACTUAL damage. The fire actually burns, and the severity depends on the length of exposure to the flame. The water dampens clothes. The earth looks IMPENETRABLE. The air causes such a physical recoil to whoever encounters it that it LOOKS painful. Not to mention the water healing scene with Katara was done beautifully - as if the wound melted away with the water.

Most of the casting was great physicality-wise: Jett, Aang, Katara, Sokka, Iroh, and especially Ozai and Suki.

Momo was a cute little bean, aw.

The fight scenes were engaging due to the choreography, use of quick camera angles, and pace of time.

Jetts' fight scene had me geeking out because I've always LOVED his weapons, and he did the SPINNY THING WITH THEM!

The slight humor in it was usually enjoyable.

The scenery was PHENOMENAL. Drop dead GORGEOUS.

I loved Monk Gyatso. That's all. To play Pai Sho with him and a cup of tea would be a day well spent.

HEI BAI. OH MY GOD.

The Ehh:

At least for Katara and Sokkas' clothing during the initial "Aang waking up in village" bit, it looked too clean. No visible stitching, wear and tear, or anything. It meant to be handmade, and yet it looks more like a costume. Later on, it improves.

Another nitpick on the wardrobe: I hate Sokkas' shoulder plates. They look like they're made out of painted styrofoam.

Generally, it felt like the acting fell flat a bit. The tone didn't land right most of the time, and the only way I can put it is it seemed "disingenuous". (There's definitely a better way to word that lol.)

Sokkas' humor. :( Barely there. I understand that this show is toneally different from the original, but :(.

Katara isn't as "snippy" or loud as she was in the original - and that's one of the reasons why I loved her so much in the original. Another :(.

Irohs' moments of wisdom early on felt very forced. As if he was putting on a "wise voice", and moving his eyebrows to sell the point.

Irohs' humor also felt forced, when it came to tea among other things.

General Zhao wasn't intimidating at all. I feel the casting was poor for it, as he came off as more of a slimy, sleezy politician (which, yeah he is), instead of a mostly strong, intimidating, warmongering Admiral. Was generally uninterested in his character.

Many of the characters felt OOC. (Ex: Sokka and Katara in the Secret Tunnels, with Katara being more "science-believing" in the glowing stones, while Sokka fully believed in the "light of love".)

In exchanging the story for the runtime, it often felt confusing and odd with the pacing, especially for people like me who have watched the original show. Mushing up multiple episodes (some not even from the first season!) into one episode felt rather messy and disjointed.

ZUKO ISN'T ANGRY. Like ???. Literally most of his arc??? Where'd it go??

There's probably more I could say on this, but it's getting late and I'm tired. Overall, I'd say it's:

Zukos' scar looks more like a birthmark than anything? In the show, it was shown to literally change the way his eyelid functions, and it is puckered on his skin. Plus, the whole "oh they got some healing salve so you can see fine lol" felt like a weird way to solve that issue that people have been talking about for years? Idk.

Appa looks odd. I want to say it's the animation of the fur? Like, it catches the light in an odd way, and it moves weird. I know fur is super hard to animate, but- still. Odd.

~Odd, but Entertaining~

Would I watch it again? Yeah, probably. The visual effects really tied it in for me, since I'm a sucker for it. But most of the performances and storytelling causes it to fall flat. Overall, I'd say it's a 7/10. I'm still glad I watched it - I enjoyed it. Happy to hear what y'all thought too! :)

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I FORGOT THIS I WAS LAUGHING MY ASS OFF AT THIS - BEST PART IN THE ENTIRE MOVIE! 😭

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victorluvsalice · 10 months

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Happy Birthday SlyCooperAndCarlosFox!

@slycooperandcarlosfox Here’s a ficlet based on the old Lovecraft Jazz gang meeting this universe’s version of Phillianne Tropy, as per your list of potential fic ideas:

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“So...who is it we’re meeting again?”

“Phillianne Tropy,” Victor said, studying the card they’d received.

Alice raised an eyebrow. “That’s not a name, that’s a bad pun.”

“Well, it’s what’s written on here, anyway,” Victor told her with a shrug.

“And considering she’s already made it clear she’s willing to pay us well for investigating whatever it is that’s stalking the mayor of this fine city and seeing if it’s eldritch in nature, I don’t think we should argue the point with her,” Lizzie added, running her fingers through her bangs. “Especially since, half the time, we don’t get paid at all for risking our lives...how did we get into this line of work again?”

“We all survived a few days in Innsmouth without getting ripped to pieces by the Deep Ones or sacrificed by the ordinary asshole townsfolk,” Sam reminded her.

“And then we ended up helping that librarian in Arkham with his little ‘tome’ problem,” Alice added.

“And then there was that whole ‘time travel’ thing over in New York,” Emily piped up.

“Does that one really count? We didn’t do anything about the time travel – we just found out that a young lady from the 1890s had been thrown forward in time and was having a bit of trouble adapting,” Alice pointed out.

“Yeah, but Maud didn’t want anything done about the time travel in the end,” Emily countered. “She just wanted to fit in a little better so she could stay with Gladys. And now we know that’s a thing to watch out for, so...”

“Fair enough.”

“We have had our share of adventures,” Victoria said, adjusting her hat. “Though – you’d think Ms. Tropy would want someone with more experience? Surely we can’t be the only ones who do this kind of thing.”

“We haven’t met anyone else,” Victor said with a frown. “The librarian seemed to know what he was doing, but he also didn’t seem interested in making a living out of it...and it’s rather hard to advertise these sorts of services, isn’t it? Given we deal so often with things that ordinary people just can’t understand...”

“I mean, we don’t advertise either,” Alice said. “In all honesty, what happens with us is that we roam around and bizarre shit happens to us.”

“I’m trying not to worry about it,” Sam declared, leaning back in his chair. “Like Liz said, the lady promised us a decent payday, so I’m not about to look a gift horse in the mouth.”

“Good, because in my experience horses don’t like you doing that.”

Everyone turned around as a striking blonde in a surprisingly pink skirt-suit entered the room, hitting them all with a winning smile. “It’s nice to meet you all at last,” she said, offering a hand to whoever wished to take it. “Phillianne Tropy.”

“Elizabeth Liddell,” Lizzie said, taking the lead and the hand. “That’s my sister Alice, and our friends Victor Van Dort, Emily Cartwell, Victoria Everglot, and Sam Thatcher.”

“Nice to meet you,” Sam said, tipping his hat.

“Indeed,” Victor agreed. “Though I do wish it was under different circumstances.”

“Me too,” Ms. Tropy said with a sigh. “I’m so hoping you can help Zan. Whatever’s been following her at night – well, it’s got her really on edge.”

“I don’t blame her – even if it’s just some ordinary human creep, that’s still something I wouldn’t want happening to me,” Lizzie said, shuddering as she recalled a certain doctor following her into the Waterloo station toilet.

“And if it’s something worse, we’ll stop it,” Alice promised. “Whatever it takes.”

“Thank you – my resources are yours,” Tropy said. “In fact. . .” She reached into her bag, and pulled out the largest stack of cash any of them had ever seen, depositing it on the table in front of them. “I know this sort of work is dangerous, so – here. Your down payment. That should at least cover initial expenses.”

The group stared at the money. “Uh – yes,” Emily finally squeaked. “That should be – more than sufficient.”

“Really,” Victoria whispered. “That’s – more than generous of you.”

“I’m not going to make you walk into this without proper compensation,” Tropy said with another smile. “It’s only right.”

“Well, thank you,” Alice said, picking up the pile and giving it to Sam to count. “So – now that you’ve officially bought our services, how about you tell us more about what’s been troubling the mayor?”

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#slycooperandcarlosfox #Happy Birthday #lovecraft jazz au #phillianne tropy #I couldn't resist referencing the old 'gladys and maud' fics :p #felt appropriate given their situation #and I figured that if something potentially horribly eldritch was threatening her girlfriend #that Phillianne would want all the help she could get #thus hiring this lot #and of course as usual giving away her money like candy #she lives up to the punny name Alice :p #hope you enjoy!#queued

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