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Sexism in TOS: Worst Offender, or Progressive in Retrospect in Comparison?
I see a lot of folks claim that TOS was the most sexist of the Star Trek shows by a landslide -- and while I agree that it definitely suffered from the sexism of the times, I also have other perspectives to share to give some food for thought.
I am of course not insinuating that TOS isn't sexist -- it is, but I have to ask folks to consider the breadth and depth of Berman's sexism in his run and ask yourself: Was Gene Roddenberry genuinely more sexist in his storytelling and delivery than Rick Berman?
I'm not telling you to feel one way or the other, but all I ask is that you hear me out and consider some perspectives and make your own balanced assessments. Nobody is obligated to share my opinion, but it means a lot just to have folks hear it and see their thoughts on the subject. So here is what I was originally responding to:
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Someone's response to this photo:
"Devil's advocate. This was a part of the popular form of cardio during the production time of TNG. Yes, it was heavily sexualised by men, but so is literally every other way women work out. Men have been caught taking pictures of women while trying to do dead lifts, running on tracks and working on sled machines. They post them online to share too. The fact is, there is no way a woman can be shown working out without it going there. And yeah,t hat includes the combat forms of workout they do in Star Trek. Just look at how Dax dresses when she spars with Worf. Yes, they're dating, but still, same goes when 7 does and any other female.
Aerobics routines like this were made dirty and cringy. This was what women wore then by and large. This is how the workout was done. We make it cringy."
My response to them:
"I respect your take, but I disagree on a few fronts.
The miniskirt was chosen by the TOS female cast, not the male cast, specifically requested by Grace LW and affirmed by Nichelle and Majel who would go on to vehemently defend the miniskirt over the years as comfortable and embraced by them.
Grace said it was comfortable and seen as a symbol of female sexual empowerment during the 60s and thought it would be a progressive garment (and turns out that it was, as it was later adapted and worn by male crew as a skant on TNG) -- FYI those were designed by a gay man and Gene approved them.
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This was also supposed to be Spock's TMP outfit:
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Literally lingerie.
We saw both Uhura (who saves Kirk in from Marlena Mirror Mirror) and Yeoman Landon (the first to initiate combat with a classic Kirk-esque kick to help the Captain being attacked in The Apple) carry out their combat training in their Starfleet uniforms without ever being made to change into any ridiculous workout gear.
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In fact, I'd argue Jim Kirk was sexualized even more than the ladies of the week on the show and I saw his naked body more than anyone else's on a fairly regular basis. He wore red yoga tights while topless in Charlie X while the women wore full length gymnastic suits that covered their entire body. If anything, it went out of its way to avoid sexualizing women practicing fitness in those scenes and instead focused on Kirk.
Gene confessed that he asked to have Shatner filmed in suggestive/provocative ways to "give something to the ladies", so he -- as he said -- liked to "film him walking away" or have him conveniently busting out of his shirts in just about every episode as it were, because Shatner apparently had great assets. LOL
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Gene made an effort to at least sexualize both if he was going to sexualize one, and he carried that attitude forward in wanting the m/m and f/f scenes in the background on Risa for TNG. He also insisted that the men and women wear skimpy outfits on THAT TNG planet. You know the one. LOL I mean the dudes even had on less than the women:
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Gene also gave permission to K/S shippers to have their conventions back in the 70s when he was asked for permission. Gene and Nimoy felt with all the skimpy outfits they had the ladies wear, why not let the ladies and gay men have their fun, too? It's how we ended up with moments like this:
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Yes, those are two people dressed up as Kirk and Spock's penises doing interpretive dance. Gene didn't give two damns. LOL
In my eyes, that was a very progressive take on Gene's part for the 60s. It was actually PARAMOUNT STUDIOS who had the big problem with K/S stories and vehemently tried to shut them down. Gene literally hired slash authors on his payroll and even had several slash stories/writers published in his official Star Trek books (The New Voyages & The New Voyages II).
I feel I saw Uhura and women in TOS engaged in more physical combat/altercations defending themselves that Troi or Bev were shown holding their own.
In fact, Kirk used to get furious when someone would "dress up" his female crew members without their consent (Trelane episode, Shore Leave episode) because like his male crew members, he wanted them to be treated professionally and to also have his male crew act professionally.
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Berman brought some of his own personal biases into Star Trek that in some ways regressed it. While TOS had blatant sexism and was called on it time and again, that show was made in the 60s -- a solid 21 years before TNG. We as a modern audience understood why some of it was cringe/sexist due to the time period -- look at any other media coming out in the 60s and Star Trek was miles ahead of what other shows were doing.
Compare that to Berman who was churning sexist stuff out when women like Starbuck and Scully were simultaneously on screen on other programs airing, and we had already had Sigourney Weaver and other strong women in Holywood playing respectful roles.
In my eyes, there was no need of the sexism seen in TNG but especially VOY and ENT. There was no excuse for it when other shows were writing women far better and a number of those weren't even set in the future like Trek was, making it age even faster due to having those dated perspectives frequently highlighted.
In the Center Seat documentary as well as "The Fifty Year Mission" book you will find cast members, writers and other studio alumni who attest to this. Some discussions from "The Fifty Year Mission":
"First, Berman was supposed to have been a real sleaze ball . . . According to Terry Farrel, he would go on constantly about how her breasts weren't big enough, how she should do something about it, and how his secretary was a good example to follow as she had huge breasts. She even had to have fittings to get larger bras, and that was all done at his behest.
Later Berman and Braga developed a name for Jeri Ryan's character prior Seven of Nine. They originally called the character "perineum" which if you look it up it is the area between the anus and the scrotum. Later they floated the name "6 of 9". I mean, what does it tell you about where these two were coming from in the development of this character if they had names like that put forward in all seriousness for her?"
Gene Roddenberry also had some of his own more progressive ideas for TNG cut or watered down by Berman. Roddenberry agreed TNG should have homosexual relationships and representation at a con in the 80s and insisted on it in a meeting with his writers -- something Berman later would not honor. Gene wanted the AIDS episode, showing m/m and f/f in the Riza scenes -- these were some of Roddenberry's requests to include in TNG that Berman later stonewalled.
Berman's era was sadly dated by his own misogynist bias, IMO, to the point that it can somewhat hurt the shows he worked on through his cringe egoism and blatant disrespect toward his female cast.
There is a reason why Gene could keep female actresses working with him and Berman had a revolving door of women that he couldn't seem to keep working for him -- he was abhorrent to women, on and off set. Gene wasn't perfect at all, he had a lot of issues himself -- but Berman was a whole other level. Just look at what he did to poor Jolene Blalock, Marina Sirtis and his toxic commenting on her body weight which exacerbated her struggles with eating disorders, or how he treated and talked to Terry Farrell.
Anyway, just some food for thought. I'm not saying anyone is wrong regarding a take like that, but there are a variety of ways to look at this. Gene Roddenberry isn't a saint by any means, but it definitely bothers me how folks will tote the Berman era as if it were the lesser of two evils or the more progressive depiction of women when I felt there were far more concerning portrayals of women in his era with far less justification.
(P.S: I don't event want to go near the sheer amount of "creepy old dude/villain preys on innocent/naïve/scared young woman or little girl" stories there were in Berman's era, either. But that's a whole other can of worms I can write about in a part 2.)
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The Length of a Life
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𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴊᴏ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ 20ꜱ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ
ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛʜᴇᴏʀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ɢᴏᴊᴏ ᴀᴅᴏᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛꜱᴜᴍɪᴋɪ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟʏ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ 2010ꜱ. ɪɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ, ɢᴏᴊᴏ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛɪᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴅᴜᴄᴛ ᴛᴀᴘᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟᴇᴛꜱ.
𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: ᴄᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ. ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ/ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ. ꜱʟᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴀᴍɪɴɢ. ɴᴀᴏʏᴀ ᴢᴇɴɪɴ (ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ɢʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ)
ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ᴢᴇɴɪɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ᴏᴠᴇʀ 5ᴋ (ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ)
ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ / ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ
July 2013 (Gojo: 23 You:22)
"Satoru, did you forget the sunscreen?" You groan
"What? No! I swore I packed it in that little hidden pocket inside the green bag!"
"Well, it's not here," You sigh passing the bag to your boyfriend to check for himself
"I could've sworn I put it in here!" Gojo whines
"You probably left it on the kitchen counter." Megumi says
"I bet he did. He's always leaving the important things there." You say
"So you remembered the CD player but not the sunscreen?" Tsumiki asked with a light giggle.
Gojo rolls his eyes in annoyance. Not only were the two preteens he was stuck watching sassing him but so were you.
"Great, now we can listen to One Direction while our skin burns," Megumi says
"One Direction is amazing! Zayn is so awesome!" Tsumiiki gushes as she pulls one of her CDs from the big bag that was supposed to have the sunscreen in it.
"I'm more of a Harry girl myself." You chime in
"Excuse me, could you not talk about another man in my presence?!" Gojo gasps, kicking a bit of sand towards you.
"I'll talk about whatever man I want to since mine forgot one of the most important things you need for a day at the beach." You say, pointing an accusing finger at Gojo.
"I'm your man?!" Gojo gasps wrapping his arms around you "Finally you acknowledge my presence, Senpai!"
"Stop that." You say trying to wiggle away, embarrassed as other beachgoers are staring at your loud-mouthed boyfriend. "You're embarrassing us and I'm a year younger than you, idiot."
"Never! Tsumiki, play What Makes You Beautiful! I'm going to serenade all of you!" Gojo requests as he turns his head to place a wet kiss to your cheek.
"Tsumiki don't do it!" Megumi begs "Last time he sang One Direction my ears almost fell off!"
"Then I won't sing One Direction...Tsumiki put Taylor Swift on! I'll sing You Belong with me, instead!"
"No!"
November 2013 (Gojo: 23 You:23)
"You're sure about this? She can't even see curses, let alone use a technique." Gojo reminds you as he drives.
"I'm sure. I hear she's strong in other ways. Besides you're Megumi's benefactor, I think I need a kid to look after as well." You say
"I just fund him. You do all the hard work." Gojo says
"Combing hair, wiping noses, and helping with homework isn't that hard, Satoru." You laugh
"Sure it is, the amount of boogers he and Tsumiki produce is disgusting," Gojo says, carefully parking the car
"Give me a call or a text if something goes wrong. I'll be waiting here." He says
"I think I should be saying that to you. You're the Gojo who just drove onto the Zenin estate like you own the place." You say
"True. I'll let you know if I become a damsel in distress." Gojo grins
His words are ridiculous but you do hope he contacts you if something goes wrong. Not because he couldn't defend himself but you didn't want him wiping the entire clan off the map, even if it would be for the best.
Hushed whispers follow you as you make your way toward your destination. Perhaps it's due to your engagement to Naoya. You can't imagine that the news of you and Satoru was out. After all, you had only told people you were both close with.
You're welcomed by the woman you can only presume is the twins' mother.
"And is this Maki?" You ask pointing to the little girl who peers around the corner of the doorframe.
"Yes, it is. But I'm sure you're more interested in Mai. She's the one who has a technique. I'll go get her for you." She says
"That won't be necessary. Let me have some time with Maki. I'll see Mai later." You say
She looks at you like you're insane but motions for her daughter to enter anyway before leaving the room. Her respect must only come because of her fear of Naoya's wrath. It hurt that so many people in the clan believed that you and Naoya were close. That you were only worthy of a bit of respect because Naoya might get upset.
Imagine if they found out what you and Satoru had done last night. You'd surely lose all respect then.
"Maki right?" You smile, hoping you're not coming off as intimidating to her, "Please sit down."
Maki wordlessly obeys you but you can tell she's trying to figure you out. The wheels are turning in her little brain.
"You know who I am right?" You ask
"You're Naoya-san's fiancee. My mothers talked about you before, and said you're an honored woman to be chosen for him." She spouts like the words have been perfectly laid into her mind, "She said you're the perfect example of what a woman in the clan should be. You're well-mannered and respectable."
Is that seriously what's been spread around the clan about you? Nothing else? Nothing about your technique or the fact that you're a special-grade sorcerer?
"Oh...that's wonderful she thinks so highly of me. I'll have to thank her later on." You awkwardly say.
If Maki doesn't know anything about who you really are as a sorcerer, this will probably take more effort than you initially planned.
"I don't really buy all that though. It seems like a bunch of scripted bullshit. Everyone around here buys into it though, even my sister." Maki says suddenly
Oh? What a surprising twelve-year-old girl Maki Zenin is turning out to be.
"I know you're a special-grade sorcerer. I also know you've kicked a bunch of curse's asses. " Maki grins
Good to see your reputation proceeded its self.
"What are you a fan?" You laugh, suddenly at ease with the girl
"Yeah!" Maki exclaims, suddenly standing up.
Her face gets red and she immediately gets back in her seat.
"I mean...no. I just hear some people talking sometimes." She lies, looking at the wall behind you.
"It's alright. I don't mind. It's nice to be praised, everyone likes to hear words of affirmation from time to time. It's what makes us human." You say
Maki slowly nods in agreement.
"I'm sure you're wondering why I'm here talking to you when Mai is the one with the cursed technique." You say, "The truth is, Mai doesn't really interest me. I am, however, interested in you."
"Me? Why? I can't even see curses." She grumbles
"That doesn't matter to me. You have potential to be amazing. Have you ever heard of Toji Zenin?" You ask
Maki shakes her head, figures, no one would pass on that bastard's legacy. Nabito must be content with Toji's vanishing after his death a few years ago. Too bad he couldn't get his hands on Megumi.
"He was just like you. He couldn't see curses and yet he became known as the sorcerer killer. Toji was immensely powerful and I think that with time you could be the same way." You smile, the man might've been a total pain in the ass but there was no denying he had been strong.
"But what about Mai? Wouldn't she be the better choice?" Maki asks
Cute. Thinking of her sister.
"No, she won't be able to get as good as you." You honestly say
Maki doesn't like that and rolls her eyes at you.
"Look, there's ways to become great. I brought one with me today. I'll even give it to you know but only if you agree to becoming a sorcerer." You say
"Fine. I've been wanting to show my family they're wrong about me anyway." She agrees
"Good, now, here's how all this will work...In a few years, you'll enroll at Jujutsu High, I'll be your benefactor so you're going to have to work pretty hard. And while you're there you'll become stronger than everyone else." You explain, hoping your over-the-top words will inspire her.
Maki follows you to the car where you can hear California Girls by Katy Perry blasting even with the windows closed. Satoru is going to end up deaf one day.
"Oh right...the gift." You say pulling a small case from your purse
Maki opens it slowly and is obviously disappointed when it's a pair of glasses.
"Um, I can see just fine." She mumbles
"These are special glasses. They let you see curses. Next time you're out, give em' a try. I'm sure they won't disappoint."
You give the girl a gentle pat on her shoulder before beginning to walk towards the car.
"Hey, wait!" Maki calls
You turn to face the young girl you just placed your hopes on.
"Thank you!" Maki smiles
Maki watches as you get into the car and say something to the person at the wheel. It looks like the two of you are laughing as they reverse. Then, just as the car passes her, she locks eyes with blue eyes covered by dark glasses. A white tuft of hair catches her eye and then you're both gone.
Were you in a car with Satoru Gojo?
October 2014 (Gojo: 24 You:23)
"I mean it. After we both turn 28 I expect us to be married." Naoya says, "After all, I've done you a favor not spreading your relationship with Gojo everywhere. You can thank your little project for the news reaching me."
Maki. You didn't blame the girl for telling someone. You probably would've done the same thing if you were in her shoes. It was only a matter of time until he found out anyway.
"You don't even want to marry me, why the rush?" You ask boldly,
You've been spending too much time with Satoru and now you're mouthing off in front of Naoya.
"My father wanted us to be married already at 25." He explains, ignoring your rudeness "You're right, I don't want your ugly cunt anywhere near me. Why do you think I pushed for 28?"
His words are harsh and hurtful but you internally thank him for pushing the marriage off. It gave you more time to try and figure out what you'll tell Satoru.
"Better get your affairs in order, future wife. I have a feeling a certain Six Eyes user won't be happy about you leaving him one day." Naoya laughs "He'll certainly miss you warming his bed. He'll find another though, you seem to be rather forgettable, with that plain face of yours."
"Shut the fuck up, Naoya."
Shit. You should not have said that.
Instead of anger or fists, you're met with amused laughter from the man who represents everything you've been running from your whole life.
"Such a temper. I'll have fun getting that out of you once we're married. Until then, feel free to live as Satoru Gojo's glorified slut. I'll remind you of your real place in a few years." Naoya says, leaving you speechless.
The Tatami door of his father's expensive home slides shut behind him and you swear the anger inside you has never burned hotter.
"He said what?!" Gojo yells "Where the hell does this bastard live again? I'm going to rip his teeth out of his skull!"
"Satoru, be quiet! The kids have school tomorrow!" You try to calm him down.
You had come home expecting him to be in bed but now here you were spilling details about what Naoya did this time.
"There's nothing you can do about it now, what's been said is said." You say
"That doesn't mean I can't go over to his house and blow his ass up!" Gojo declares
"Just let it go, 'toru. I'm tired and I want to take a hot bath and go to sleep. I just wanna forget about it for now." You sigh
Gojo looks at you and he can see how worn out you are. From dealing with curses, Naoya's disgusting ass, Megumi, and Tsumiki, your energy is completely gone. For your sake, he'll drop it. Just for now though.
"Alright. But only if I get to sit on the floor and talk to you while you soak." Gojo says
"Fine...but it better not be about anything stupid like Digimon." You warn
"I was just gonna talk about how Tsumiki taught me how to make a Duct Tape wallet today." He says picking you up off the couch bridal style and carrying you to the bathroom, "For the record, Digimon is awesome."
"What wallet?" You ask as you begin shedding your dirty clothes
"Look," Gojo says pulling a bright pink Duct Tape wallet out, "Pretty cool right? She showed me all the steps and helped me when I messed up."
"Satoru it doesn't look very secure." You laugh "But yes, it's very nice. It's the perfect color for you."
"Right? Also, it's perfectly secure," Gojo says
He's eating his words a moment later though when his credit card slips out of the little pocket it was nestled in and right into the bathtub that was slowly filling with water.
"Alright, maybe it's not the most secure."
February 2015 (Gojo: 25 You:24)
"Trust me, he's totally gonna love it," Shoko assures you
"I dunno...he's been so stressed lately. The higher-ups have been breathing down his neck and he's been going through some training so he can teach at the school next year." You say.
"All the more reason to buy the dress. Every guy likes a little eye candy every once in a while. Nanami and I will even watch Megumi and Tsumiki for the night. That way you can really get into it!" Shoko grins
Your face heats up as you hand your card to the cashier. Why were you friends with her again?
"Could you please not say stuff like that in front of others, you're embarrassing me." You groan, avoiding the cashier's eyes as he smirks at you.
"Oh please, that's why we're friends," Shoko smiles, "So what time should I pick the kids up? Nanami and I will make sure they eat all their vegetables and go to bed early."
You try to think of the last time you and Satoru had a moment alone. Most nights were whirlwinds of chaos between cooking dinner, helping with homework, and then throwing in exorcising a curse or two...
"Four thirty...Satoru usually gets home at six. I want some time to do my hair nicely." You relent
"Perfect!"
Gojo can't wait to get home. He swears all his problems will be solved the moment he sees you. Today, he's exercised three special grades, sat in a boring meeting, and then had to listen to Yaga blab for hours about how important the next generation is. He already knew that...why else would he be personally training Megumi?
A hot shower and a big meal are on his mind as he fumbles with his keys to open the door. He can smell whatever you're cooking up behind the door and he hopes it's something with noodles.
"Satoru!"
Your sweet voice is music to his ears as you call to him from the kitchen.
"Yeah, I'm home." He sighs, removing the white bandages he's been using for his eyes. Perhaps he should go back to glasses.
All thoughts of passing out in bed leave his mind once he sees you. A little black dress hugs your figure as you stir at whatever's in the frying pan on the stove.
"Well, well... what's this?" He smiles
"How was your day?" You ask coyly like you're not all dressed up for him.
"Terrible, until I came home to all this." He honestly says, crossing the room to wrap his arms around you from behind.
"I'm making Sukiyaki." You say, accepting his barrage of kisses that he trails all over your neck.
"And it smells amazing... I'm more interested in this though..." He says slightly pulling the bottom up the dress up your thighs.
"Ah, Shoko said you'd like a bit of eye candy in your life." You smile
"Well, she was right." Gojo laughs, pressing a wet kiss to your ear.
"Forget the Sukiyaki, let's go upstairs. I think our bedroom is calling our names." He whispers.
"I'm in the middle of cooking, 'toru." You say, knowing he's going to win this one.
"We can order a pizza." He says, "I'll even get one with pepperoni on it for you."
Before you can get another word of protest out, he's switching off the stove and carrying you up the steps.
"Eye candy indeed." He laughs as he gently tosses you on the bed, "I'm so glad my meal is this delicious looking."
"Satoru!"
It's going to be a long night, it's a good thing Megumi and Tsumiki are gone.
September 2016 (Gojo: 26 You:25)
"Shut up Megumi!"
Tsumiki's room door slamming is loud enough to rattle the entire house.
"Not again..." Gojo groans from his spot on the couch.
Today was his first day off in months, he wished you were here and snuggled into the couch with him but instead, you were off on some mission with Nanami and that kid he was training, Ino was it?
Gojo wished you were here so you could deal with whatever the Fushiguro siblings were fighting about now. You had always been better at diffusing the situation that he was. After all, he'd often end up instigating more problems since Megumi was so funny-looking when he got mad.
"What's going on now?" Gojo asked the dark-haired boy
"Nothing. I just told her that her hair was weird looking today. Where is-"
"She's out on a mission with Nanamin. I'll be handling dinner tonight so go start your homework and apologize. " Gojo said
"You sure you can handle that without burning the place down?" Megumi asked
"Of course I can! I'm the strongest sorcerer alive...I can handle a little dinner."
"Goodnight, Zenin-san!" Ino called out the window as the car drove away
He really was a lovely boy, strong too. Nanami had trained him well. The walk up the sidewalk to your shared home with Gojo and the kids was your last sliver of peace though as you could already hear yelling.
What horrors awaited you on the other side of this door?
"Megumi would it kill you to help out?"
"Yeah probably. That pot is gonna overflow."
Your feet quickly carry you to the kitchen where Satoru is standing amongst...well you're not really sure what he's trying to cook.
"What's going on?" You ask
"You're home!" Gojo called excitedly, "How's Nanamin?"
"He's great. What's all this?" You ask gesturing to a pan that's been burned so bad its normally white bottom is black with charred food.
"He's trying to make dinner. He's been trying for almost two hours." Megumi says
"Satoru you're 26, can't you cook anything?" You ask as you pull your hair up, ready to take the spoon away from him
"I can cook. " He defends
"Frozen chicken nuggets don't count." You laugh
"Hey!"
Gojo watches as you toss what he was working on, to be frank, he's not sure what he was trying to make at this point. It had started as pork katsu and then evolved into a disaster.
"What's wrong now?" You ask as you rummage through the fridge.
"I wanted to have a nice meal ready for when we got back from your mission. Like you do for me." Gojo says
You can hear the pout in your boyfriend's words.
"It's alright, Satoru. It's the thought that counts." You assure him
"Next time you go away, I'm going to make the best dinner ever." He declares, resting his chin on your shoulder as you fill a pot up with water.
"Well, Nanami and I have orders for Friday...so I'd get learning, Satoru." You smile.
"Perfect. Friday night, my dinner will be even better than yours. I'm going to go pick out a recipe on my laptop." He declares marching off to who knows where.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Of course, Megumi." You say, the boy rarely asked questions, so you were always excited to answer them when he did.
"Can you get someone else to cover your mission on Friday? I think if you leave him alone with the kitchen again he might blow us all up."
2017 (Gojo: 27 You:26)
June
"So he's cursed?" You ask as you skin the papers Gojo just handed you.
"Yup. The curse comes from his childhood friend, Rika." He explains "She's super powerful, I hope she doesn't try to squash me tomorrow when I meet with him."
You let out an ugly snort of laughter.
"Hey don't be mean, I'm being serious." Gojo smiles
"I'm sure you are, Satoru. and I know you're going to have no trouble handling Yuta Okkotsu tomorrow." You say
Gojo lets out a soft hum of acknowledgment.
"I can't help but think something is coming." He says
"Like what?" You ask
"I'm not sure." He says
"Then why'd you bring it up?"
"Do you ever stop to think that your words might come off as rude to others?"
"No, not really."
September
"Maki is doing really well for someone with no cursed energy. I'd hate to go against her in just hand-to-hand combat." You say
"Are you saying you're weaker than a 15-year-old girl?" Gojo teases
"I'll kill you." You threaten
Gojo just laughs and sits directly next to you on the couch you were occupying.
"Very well, I'll see if I can change your attitude tonight then. After all, it usually ends with 'More 'toru! Ah! Right there!'" Gojo laughs
You're going to cut him in half, seriously why does he say these things?
"Does it ever occur to you that behavior like that in public is inappropriate and embarrassing for not just her, but you as well?" Nanami chimed in
"Well, I think it's funny, Nanamin."
October
"Happy Halloween, Zenin-san!" Yuta smiles
"Happy Halloween, Okkotsu. Do you and the other first years have anything fun planned?" You ask as you walk beside the boy
"Panda said that Inumaki likes to use his cursed technique on drunk people to get them to do crazy things," Yuta says
Now that, you weren't expecting. Inumaki definitely wasn't supposed to do that but it certainly sounded funny.
"Oh wait! I wasn't supposed to say anything about that!" Yuta scrambles
"It's alright, your secrets safe with me. I went to school here with Gojo so I've seen my fair share of craziness." You laugh
"Thanks, Zenin-san," Yuta says
"What's Maki up to tonight?" You ask
"Oh uh, I think she said she was just gonna stay in her dorm room tonight. Something about being too grown up for Halloween." Yuta says
"Makiiii, I know you're in there, Yuta can't keep a secret to save his life!" You sing as you knock on the girl's door.
"That idiot."
You smile as you hear her rummaging around in her room before the door swings open.
"What is it?" She asks
"Let's go spar. I wanna see how well you're doing." You smile
"You're dropping your elbows too much, that's why you're losing to me." You advise as Maki falls to the floor again
"Or maybe I'm losing to you because you're a special-grade sorcerer who's 10 years my senior." She grumbles picking herself back up
"Pessimism won't get you anywhere." You say, easily dodging her next attack with her staff.
"I think you're spending too much time around that bandaged idiot. You're beginning to sound like him. " Maki says
You're starting to sound like Gojo? It can't possibly be...your worst nightmares are coming true!
Maki's wooden sparing staff makes a sharp cracking sound as it hits your face.
"Oh shit! I didn't think I'd actually hit you!" She exclaims, rushing to help you up.
"It's alright, I'm fine." You laugh
"You're laughing...I must've hit you too hard. I'll go find Ieiri-san to help you." Maki says, clearly concerned.
"No really, I'm fine. I'm just impressed that the clan's weakest link is now one of our strongest."
"If you're going to insult me like the rest of them-"
"I'm serious, Maki. You've grown stronger than anyone could have ever anticipated. As your fellow sorcerer and relative, I'm proud." You say rubbing your face, damn she hit hard.
"Whatever...thank you," Maki says avoiding your gaze
You smile knowingly. Getting praise was something that had always been hard for her even though she so badly deserved it.
"Can I ask you something?" Maki says
"Sure," You reply, patting the floor next to you so she sits.
"The stuff that most of our clan spreads about you...how much of it is true?"
"You're Naoya-san's fiancee. My mothers talked about you before and said you're an honored woman to be chosen for him. She said you're the perfect example of what a woman in the clan should be. You're well-mannered and respectable."
"Not much of it. I mean maybe at one point it was true. But now only the engagement is the true part of that stuff. Although I'm hoping to get rid of that one too." You say honestly
"I knew you didn't really like him," Maki said
"Oh really? Are you a relationship expert now?" You laugh
"No....but I figured since you're dating Gojo there's no way you could be into a freak like Naoya." She said
"You're right about that one." You smile, when did Maki get so perspective?
How grown up she's become since you first met her.
November
Tsumiki looks peaceful today. Her hair is freshly washed thanks to a nurse and you've spent nearly twenty minutes combing it to perfection.
"If you keep brushing she'll be bald when she wakes up," Megumi says
You sigh and place the comb back on the little nightstand.
"It's almost as if she's just napping." You observe
"Yeah...weird isn't it?" Megumi agrees
"I hope she wakes up soon. She's already missed so much. If you keep growing she won't even recognize you." You tease
Megumi lets out a grumble but doesn't pull away when you rest your head on his shoulder.
"I hope she's dreaming about something good." You sigh
"...Me too."
December
"Satoru! Long time no see!"
If you could go back in time and tell your 17-year-old self she'd one day be staring at Suguru Geto who was now a curse user, she would've laughed in your face.
And yet, it was happening right now. Geto, your former upperclassman and friend was declaring war and pledging to rid the world of all non-sorcerers.
"The Zenin clan's biggest failure...how interesting that she's being trained by one of their strongest. What's the point in taking in a monkey-like her anyway? She'll never be anything." Geto says
"Watch your mouth, Geto." You growl, "Or have you forgotten I'm a special grade as well?"
"I'd never." Geto grins finally turning to face you.
Geto's eyes lock on yours and Satoru steps in front of you.
"You can leave her and the students out of this, Suguru," Gojo says
His face is a stoic mask as you watch your boyfriend approach his best friend for the first time in 11 years.
"See you at the war!" Geto calls as he disappears into the clouds.
"Are you nervous?" Nanami asked
"What? No. Do I look nervous?" You ask
"You're fidgeting a lot." He points out "You only do that when you're nervous. Just like when we had a big test coming up back when we were in school."
Curse Kento Nanami and his observation skills.
"Hey guys!" Ino points at the sky to a barrage of curses flying overhead.
You have a feeling you should've stretched a bit more.
"Zenin-San!"
Ino is calling your name but where is he? There are two curses to your right, another to your left, and then there's that green one that's flying above you.
"Zenin-san behind you!"
You quickly turn around to see Ino chasing what looks to be an Okapi of some form. It must've escaped him.
"Got it!" You call
Your sword feels good in your hands. It's been a while since you've gotten to use Phantom to its fullest potential.
There are five curses in total. Two are closer together, and the other two are farther apart. The final is in motion and a student is hot on its heels.
The cursed technique, Phantom allows the user to create many versions (Phantoms) of themselves at once. The true body can be as far or as close to these duplicates as they please. The more duplicates that are created, the less control the original user has over them.
One, two, Your first Phantom cuts through the curses like butter
Three- this one's for your main body- that particular slash felt good, you're getting in the groove, now
Four, your Second Phantom is on it,
Five, nice and weak, perfect to kill
Done, they're dead now.
"Wow, Zenin-san. Have you gotten faster?" Ino asks once you're done killing the final one.
"I don't think so. But my duplicates are exceptionally good today. I think it's probably the healthy diet I've been consuming recently." You explain, calling your duplicates back into your self.
"Hey, stop chatting. There's more coming." Nanami scolds
"Yes, sir!" Ino salutes
Satoru's face is blank as he approaches you, Yuta by his side who seems to be thrilled to just be alive.
"Are you okay?" Gojo asks, his eyes scanning for any injuries
He looks distracted like something is weighing on him.
"Geto?" You ask, ignoring his prodding.
You wonder if he had slipped through Gojo's fingers again.
"He's gone. Yuta here gave him a nice ass kicking." Gojo smiles, patting the boy on his back.
He's gone? He couldn't possibly mean...
You look up at your boyfriend who hasn't bothered covering his eyes back up. There's a sadness behind them that you think only you'll notice as Yuta calls out to Maki.
"Gone?" You ask once the boy's out of earshot
"Mmhm...It's alright though. I'll get over it. " Gojo sighs, his gaze fixed on the sunset.
"It'll take time." You say, trying to get just a hint of emotion from the strongest sorcerer's unreadable face.
"I just hope he didn't hate me in his final moments," Gojo admits finally looking at you and you can finally see how devasted he is. Pretty blue eyes that are welling with tears pull on your heartstrings.
"Suguru could never hate you, Satoru. You're an irreplaceable force to everyone, even him. You'll miss him forever and so will he." You assure
"Maybe you're right... I just think that I should've spent more time living with him. We spent more time apart than together, I think I might regret that until I die." Gojo says, voice dripping in regret.
"I like to think that it's not the length of life that matters but the depth of it. It matters how we spend our time together, not how much time we spend together."
I threw the Maki and reader interactions in at the last minute...I hope they turned out okay.
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At First Sight
Neteyam’s First Rut: Special Episode II
read chapters: one, two, three, four, five
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Characters: Neteyam Sully (18) x Human Reader (18)
Warnings: nsfw, lots of fluff, childhood friend/crush to lovers, masturbation, size difference, first time everything, foreplay, oral sex [f receiving], vibrator usage, consent king nete [you know how I like him]
Word Count: 8k 🧍‍♀️
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Author’s Note: Thank you so much for 2000 followers, that’s crazy :’) I love you guys, honestly.
Synopsis: The story of how it all started. Neteyam comes to confess his feelings for you, but accidentally walks in on you using a vibrator.
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Intro:
Too young to be put in a Cryo chamber and sent back to Earth, you were raised by the scientists who remain loyal to the na’vi after the war with Quaritch. Despite growing up in a lab, you spent most of your childhood with your friends – Neteyam, Lo’ak, Kiri, and Tuk. You formed all your best childhood memories and milestones alongside them. They taught you the na’vi language, and their way of life. You did your best to keep up with them, although it proved hard in your human body.
They were always faster and stronger, not to mention bigger. Despite being the same age as them they would always tower over you, almost double your height and width. Regardless, you were determined to live the life of a na’vi, even with your tiny, frail body.
Having this exopack was bothersome, constantly getting in your way and needing to be recharged and cleaned. But it allowed you to be closer to your people, to your secret love – Neteyam. His family always saw you as the ‘lab kid’, especially his mother. Neytiri always insisted that you go back to your people when you came around to visit.
Neteyam was always quick to defend you, standing up against his own parents – something that he rarely did. He never made you feel left out, pacing himself to ensure you’d never get left behind, being extra gentle during games and always making sure to carry a backup battery for your exopack. He knew how careless you were in keeping it charged. He would even steal extra of your favourite sweets from the lab when you had your monthly cycle. You’d always had a crush on him since you were kids, but when you both got into your late-teens things became... different.
He grew much, much taller than you, always towering over you. His muscles filled out, becoming more defined as he went through the rites of passages to become a man – to become a warrior. Whilst your chest became fuller, hips wider and waist curvier. At times, you’d catch him staring at you, lingering his gaze on your chest or pelvis, burning holes through your shorts. It’d make butterflies flutter in your stomach, giving you hope that maybe he saw you in the same way that you saw him.
You spent most nights with your hand shoved down your pyjama pants, humping your fingers to your lewd thoughts of Neteyam without his loincloth on. Oh, the things you’d do just to see what he really looked like underneath. You wanted nothing more than for him to be the one touching you, to make you feel good. At times you’d try to be bold, and make a move, holding a single finger or brushing your chest against his thigh. But he never caught on, or so it seemed.
Under the immense pressure of his parents, he couldn’t spend nearly as much time as he used to with you, but you understood and never complained. You filled your time with Kiri, becoming her best friend. She taught you everything about the flora and fauna of Pandora, and made you want to become a healer one day if you could ever get an avatar of your own.
You wanted nothing more. Well, that was a lie. You wanted Neteyam more than anything on Pandora, but you’d go to great lengths to have your own avatar – to be able to become a true na’vi. Norm and Max always teased you about you getting your own avatar when you were old enough, but you never believed them, you knew how expensive they were to create.
You had no other choice but to accept your fate as the human girl who longed for a na’vi boy, and his na’vi way of life.
Unbeknownst to you, Neteyam felt similarly from the moment he lay eyes on you. He always felt a strong need to protect his tiny, frail human. He hated nothing more than when others picked on you, and made you feel less than all because of how you looked. He never cared about any of that, you were the kindest and most adorable girl he knew. You were a treasure to be cherished – to be protected at all costs.
He knew never to act on his feelings, though. Given the whole different species thing, he quickly accepted his fate as the son of Olo’eyktan who longed for a sky person. He knew it would never be able to work, in any regard. He felt like he’d break you if he touched you. But now that he’s become a man, the desire to touch you has only grown stronger.
The moments between you and him have become tense, and awkward. He’d keep a good distance between the two of you, yet he’d never take his eyes off you, always ensuring your safety. And in those moments – those rare moments – that the two of you were alone, the tension was off the charts. To the point where Neteyam started distancing himself from you even more, picking up more training sessions with his father and going on longer hunting trips.
It hurt you. To see the man you cared for so deeply never make the time to be around you anymore. You often confided in Kiri about this, as she was the only person who knew about your true feelings for him. She always encouraged you to be honest and open with her brother, convincing you that he had similar feelings. Even though you wanted to believe her, you couldn’t bring yourself to because of how distant and cold Neteyam had been.
----
“Is Neteyam coming?” you ask Kiri, watching her hook the mask around her neck.
“No, he’s on a hunting trip with dad. Sorry, y/n.” Kiri purses her lips before taking a swig of air.
“That’s okay. I understand that he’s busy.” you shrug your shoulder, trying to act like it didn’t bother you that he was always caught up with something.
She rests a hand on your shoulder, reassuring you that it’s nothing personal, even though she knew it was. “Don’t worry about it. He’ll come around soon, y/n.”
You nod, keeping your gaze fixed on your feet as you both make your way deeper into the lab. Lo’ak and Tuk follow behind Kiri, gearing up with their masks too. Kiri came to see her mom, Grace, and Lo’ak usually just tagged along to bother Max and Norm. Tuk never wants to be left out, following closely behind her siblings everywhere they go.
You were excited, hoping to see Neteyam so you could finally talk to him about how you felt. But he flaked yet again, leaving you alone with your thoughts.
“Hey mom.” Kiri hums, climbing on top of her mother’s tank, admiring her floating body.
Lo’ak and Tuk make their way over to Norm and Max, trying to convince them to reveal some top-secret information about what they have in development. “C’mon Norm, don’t be a wuss. Show us!” Lo’ak grins, giving norm a playful shove, moving him a great distance, unaware of his own strength. “...sorry, Norm.”
You find yourself thinking about Neteyam again, watching Norm’s small frame next to Lo’ak, and how you look just like that next to him. Huffing out a sigh, you look around at your friends and realize that you’re alone. Everyone’s got someone, except you. You could walk away, and no one would even notice.
So, you do.
Unable to deny the way you feel, as tears well in your eyes and your chest burns hot, you shuffle away quickly to your room at the end of the hallway in the lab.
Really y/n? Crying again? You scold yourself for being so sensitive.
Neteyam will never want me if I’m this soft. You blink rapidly, clearing the tears from your eyes as you turn the knob on your door.
You were so deep in thought that you didn’t even realise you’ve walked into a completely different room. Looking around, you realise that you’re in Trudy’s room, not yours. It’s been untouched since the war; Norm couldn’t bring himself to step foot into her room, much less go through her belongings.
Being here gives you an eerie feeling, right in the pit of your stomach. Just as you were about to turn around and back out, you notice a black, open duffle bag on her bed. Inside it is some sort of object, bright and pink, in some sort of packing with a big red ‘XXX’ on it. It’s hard to miss. As much as you wanted to back out of the room, you find yourself closing the door behind you before making your way over to the bag.
Curiosity got the best of you, making you take it out of the bag to inspect it further. Still brand new in its plastic packaging, the object is slightly bent, with some weird looking rubbery bits that rib around it.
‘Thrusting Rabbit Vibrator – Adult Toy’.
You’ve never seen one in person, only hearing about it on shows you watched that aired in the early 2000’s. It’s... a sex toy – a vibrator to be exact. You flip it over, searching for the instructions.
‘Insert, turn on, and enjoy.’
Seems simple enough. The desire to open it, to know what it feels like grows stronger. You nibble at your bottom lip, trying to talk yourself out of your ludicrous urges. Your heart quickens, thumping violently against your ribcage. Deep down, you know what you’re doing is wrong, invading Trudy’s personal space like this, even worse that she wasn’t here to defend her space.
The sound of a doorknob rattling makes your whole body jolt. You gasp quietly, turning around and hiding the toy behind your back. Norm opens the door, jaw clenched, clearly uncomfortable to be looking in his late girlfriend’s quarters. He scans you up and down, a confused look washing over his face.
“y/n? Why are you in... Trudy’s room?” he asks, not wanting to say her name.
“Sorry. I – I didn’t even realise I came in here. I was going to my room...” you babble nervously, realising that you’ll have to reveal more to make it believable, “...I – uh, felt left out, and I was too caught up in my head. Sorry, Norm. I was about to leave.” you apologize again, knowing this room is off limits.
“It’s alright, kid. Sorry if I sounded upset.” He says, expression softening.
You laugh a little to lighten the mood. “Not a kid anymore, Norm.” you shoot him a smile before shuffling out beside him, walking backwards so he doesn’t see the toy behind your back.
“My bad, y/n.” He closes the door, locking it with his key. He turns around, to see you shuffling away.
“Hey. If you ever need someone to talk to, I’m here. Alright?” he projects his voice as you walk swiftly away, heart thumping in your chest.
You quickly shift the toy to your chest as you spin around and raise a hand in the air. “Alright, Norm! Thanks!”
----
You sit on your bed, staring at the bright pink object sitting on your table, already plotting how exactly you’re going to return this thing. It’s going to be difficult, seeing that he locked the door. It would have to involve some sort of conniving plan to steal his keys whilst he’s sleeping, or something. It honestly seemed like too much, for something so... useless to him.
It wouldn’t even matter right? He’s not going to use it... Would he even realize that it’s missing? You wonder, knowing he’ll probably never step foot in that room again.
You won’t lie, a part of you wanted to know what it feels like. Not only that, but this is probably the only time in your existence that you’d have your hands on such a thing. You’d never ever been able to make yourself climax before, even to your lewd thoughts of Neteyam.
Maybe this would do the trick?
It dawns on you that all you’re doing is trying to convince yourself to use the damn thing. You stand up let loose a loud huff, frustrated with yourself. You pace back and forth in your room, burning a line into the floor with your feet, looking back at the stupid little toy every so often.
You stop dead in your tracks.
“Fuck it.” you mumble, rushing over to the table to rip open the packaging.
Finally releasing the toy from its plastic-y restraints, you bring it close to your face to examine it.
“Whoa.” you mutter, looking at all of the little nubs and ridges on the tip of it, whilst the rest of it is like a smooth silicone.
Grabbing the packaging, you fumble with it a bit before flipping it over once again to read the instructions some more.
‘Clean before and after use. Charge before use. Waterproof. Use on clit or insert inside.’
You make your way over to the bathroom and wash it with soap and water before putting it to charge. Meanwhile, you take a quick shower, thinking about Neteyam the entire time to get you in the mood.
----
“Is she upset with me?” Neteyam asks Kiri, concerned that he’s ultimately ruined the friendship.
“No... I don’t know, Nete. Maybe? She can tell that you’re avoiding her at this point. Just. Go and talk to her, okay?” Kiri encourages her brother.
“Talk to her? And say what? I know we are a different species, but I have feelings for you?” he narrows his eyes, shaking his head slightly.
“Yeah. Actually. Exactly that.” Kiri says, scoffing and nodding her head.
“Really?” Neteyam looks at her with a blank stare.
“Yes, really. Just go.” Kiri pushes him out of the tent. “She didn’t even tell us she was leaving... Tell her that I’m sorry, too.”
“Agh. Alright.” Neteyam walks willingly out of the tent, making his way to the lab, eclipse in full throttle.
----
You brush and braid your hair, keeping it out of your face whilst you brush your teeth. Instead of getting into your pyjamas, you opt to stay wrapped in your towel, seeing that you were going to get naked anyways.
“Let’s do this.” you try psyching yourself up, making your way over to the charging object.
You unplug it and fidget with the button. Pressing the button, it immediately lights up and starts vibrating, making a loud buzzing noise. Startled, you quickly press the button once more, turning it off and throwing it on the bed.
Heart thumping viciously in your chest, you feel the flesh between your legs begin to pulse. All sorts of emotions were coursing through you all at once – anxiety, arousal, guilt. You decide that you need to get in the right head space to do this.
You unwrap your towel, resting it on the end of your bed. Crawling on the bed, you get comfortable, propping up your back against stacked pillows and spreading your legs. The cool, crisp air blows against your naked body, making your nipples hard and body shiver.
You reach for the vibrator, allowing it to brush against your inner thigh before placing it on the softness of your plump lips. Closing your eyes, you imagine Neteyam, standing in front of you with nothing but his loincloth on. His stripes are so prominent, much like his jawline and chiselled torso. His muscular chest stood strong, just like his thick biceps and brawny core.
Waist, lean yet robust, back, broad and sturdy – he was everything a girl could dream of. Nothing less than that of a mighty warrior. You feel your clit jump at the mere thought of his torso. As you make your way down his body you chew on your bottom lip, biting back a soft moan.
Breath becoming raggedy, you press the button with a shaky finger, jolting when the overpowering vibration touches your clit. You imagine his lower half – his thick, muscular, toned thighs, coated in a thin layer of sheen from sweat. Feeling yourself heat up from your lewd thoughts, you press the humming vibrator against your clit, trying to find a good spot.
Squeezing your eyes even tighter, you melt into the sheer power of this toy, relaxing your tensed leg muscles. You make your way in between his thighs and imagine his prominent v-lines, that have scant, dark hair – musky with his natural scent – peaking over the band of his loincloth.
Chest rising and falling from your heavy pants, your leg muscles tense again as that familiar hot feeling pools in your chest – you’re getting close. You wet your lips with a quick swipe of your tongue, before parting them to allow little, soft moans to evade your mouth. You find your hips chasing your orgasm, bucking slightly against the length of the toy as you coat it in a thin layer of your wetness.
Working your way to his most vulnerable area, you imagine him hooking his thumbs underneath the band of his loincloth, gently tugging it down his hips. The more he tugs at the thin cloth, the more the thick, blue base of his cock is revealed. Your brows pinch at the sight, you wanted to know what it felt like, if you could even hold it with one hand.
The image of him brings you closer and closer, the heat pooling in your chest overflowing into the rest of your body, forming knots in the pit of your stomach. You always had a hard time with this stage, never getting past it – never making yourself cum.
“Oh, Nete!” you moan, “Make me cum, please.” You quiet down to a whisper, gritting your teeth as you arch your back.
He tugs the material down to his upper thighs, exposing the little dark blue stripes on his thick, veiny member.
“F-fuck!” you squeak, your head sinking deeper into your pillow as your toes dig into the softness of the bed.
He slips the loincloth down to his knees, revealing his throbbing, veiny cock, letting it slap against his belly, leaving a little wet spot as evidence. It’s so heavy, that even though he’s rock-hard, it rests, sheathed and hung, against his thigh.
----
“Thanks, Norm. I apologize again, for coming so late. I just... really need to make it up to her.” Neteyam bows his head quickly, thankful that he let him in the lab after hours.
“Don’t sweat it. She told me earlier she was feeling a little down. Just let yourself out when you’re finished talking, cool?” Norm responds, having more trust in Neteyam than the rest of them.
“I will.” Neteyam says, crouching slightly to make his way down the hallway to your door.
He looks at your door, reading the weird figures above the peep hole, ‘34’.
Three – four, that is hers, yes?
“Oh, Nete!” he hears your faint, muffled cry.
His ears perk up, heartbeat raising.
Why is she calling for me? Is she okay?
“F-fuck!” he hears your soft groan, hushed by some sort of whirring noise. 
Oh shit. She sounds like she’s in pain. Maybe cramps?
Neteyam wastes not another second and bursts the door open, ready to help you in any way that he could. Instead, he’s met with the sight of you on the bed – naked – touching yourself.
----
You can’t hear the doorknob rattle over the buzz of your toy, and even if you could, you were too focused on trying to experience your first orgasm. It feels so good, it really felt like you were about to explode. Your breaths become shallow, and quick as you climb and climb towards your peak. All you can focus on, is Neteyam coming closer and closer to you, cock swinging at each step.
“Holy shit.” Neteyam breathes, chest rising and falling quickly, heart thumping violently in his chest. Eyes wide, brows raised, and mouth open, he watches you for a second too long, unable to take his eyes off the carnal sight in front of him.
“Shit.” You gasp, body practically curling up into a ball as you and yank the towel over your body and the toy. “What are you doing here?!” you shout at him, wrapping the towel around you properly as you shuffle your back against the wall.
He immediately drops his gaze, blinking repeatedly as he turns away from you, resting both hands on his forehead. “I am so sorry, y/n. I – I should have knocked. I’m sorry, I was just... coming to talk to you about something.” He babbles, gulping down a wad of his spit.
“About what?! So late?!” you shout, cheeks stained red from embarrassment.
You caught a quick glimpse of the bulge in his loincloth before he turned around. Your heart is thumping even faster, even harder. You just moaned his name.
Shit. Shit. Did he hear me moan his name? Fuck. How long has he been here?
“I’m sorry I upset you. Really. I-it can wait. I will be going now. I am so sorry, y/n.” he apologizes through raggedy breaths, feeling his own arousal.
He quickly leaves the room, closing the door tightly behind him, feeling like he just invaded your privacy – big time. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady his heart before walking away. You do the same, taking deep breaths to calm down and figure out what the fuck just happened.
Your hand rests on your chest, feeling the thud of your vicious heartbeats. He does the same, hand on his chest, leaning back against the door as he tries to catch his breath. He wants nothing more than to just go back in the room and tell you how he feels, especially now that he knows you think about him when you touch yourself.
It’s the same for you, wanting so badly for him to just burst back in your room, and confess his undying love for you. But you knew that was too far-fetched, to have the eldest son of Olo’eyktan love a simple human girl like you.
Then, why was he... hard?
You stare at the door, waiting to see if it’d open once more. Neteyam’s on the other side, debating with himself whether he should go back in there and come clean. Shaking his head, he attempts to snap out of his deep thoughts – you were naked, and obviously in the middle of something intimate. If he went back in there that’s just him invading your privacy even more. Deciding against staying, he starts making his way down the hallway.
He makes it halfway down the hallway before he stops dead in his tracks, ears perking up and expression softening.
But she said my name, right? He thinks, turning his head to look back on the ‘34’ on your door.
“Agh.” He growls, snapping his head back down to look at his feet. “Fuck it.” he turns around, storming to the door once more.
Surely, if he came all this way, at this time of night to talk to you, then it must be important. Perhaps, important enough to involve his feelings about you? Either way, it’s gone too far now. You may as well come clean yourself.
Making your way over to your door, you reach out to grab the doorknob, only to see it turn on its own. The door swings open, a gust of air blowing the loose stands of hair out of your face. Where the knob once was, is now where Neteyam’s loincloth rests, almost bursting at its seams.
Directly in your line of sight is his cross shaped ribcage, brutally rising and falling from his heavy pants. Your eyes work their way up his torso, past his muscular chest and carved collarbones, to the stripes on his neck and the flush of his cheeks. Your eyes lock with his amber eyes, searching once another in the silence.
He came back.
She was coming to get me.
You smile in unison, coming to the same realization – there was something deeper going on here.
“Hi.” You breathe.
“Hey.” He whispers.
“You wanted to talk?” you ask, hand tightly grasping the overlap of your towel.
“Yes.” He glances quickly at you gripping onto your towel, before looking away from your chest all together. He wants to be a gentleman about this. “Do you want to talk?”
“Yes.” You say shyly, also noticing his shy demeanour.
He looks back down at you, scanning your facial expression to ensure you were being serious. He crouches under the doorframe and enters your room, walking over to the bed.
Your eyes follow his every move, his every step. “You can sit.” You say quietly, finally shifting your gaze to your feet. “What did you want to talk about?”
He seats himself at the end of your bed, elbows resting on his knees and head hanging low. “I wanted to tell you something, y/n. To tell you my true feelings.”
You heart quickens once more, hearing the words you’ve been dreaming to hear. Now that he’s sitting on your bed, you’re face to face. You take slow steps towards him, standing directly in front of him.
“And what might those be, Nete?” you ask, using two dainty fingers under his chin to have him look at you.
He stares deeply into your eyes, furrowing his brows slightly as a puzzled look grows on his face. 
How do I even say this?
“I – I...” he stutters, relaxing his brows and swallowing his spit, “Oel ngati kameie” [I see you]. he confesses, cupping your hand on his chin with his.
You can’t fight the smile creeping on your face. Not only did he confess his romantic feelings for you, but he did it in na’vi. He sees you, not as a little human girl stuck on his planet, but as his equal – his mate.
“Oel ngati kameie, ‘teyam.” You repeat his words, letting him know you feel the same way.
A grin plasters his face, causing his ears to perk up. He pulls you in closer by the hand, situating your tiny frame in between his meaty thighs.
“I have felt this way for some time, y/n.” he continues, inches away from your face, “Since we were kids, playing hide and seek in the trees...” he looks down at your lips, “...since I first lay eyes on you.”
Staring at his lips too, you nod, unable to respond with words.
“I do not care, if we do not ‘work’ together... I cannot ignore my feelings for you anymore.” he places your hand against his warm chest, as he inches even closer to your face. “Feel it... My heart, it beats for you.”
Feeling his heartbeat against your palm, you wrap your dainty fingers around his thumb, gently tugging down your towel with your other hand to expose your cleavage. Inhaling sharply, you place his hand flat against your chest.
“Mine too, Nete.” You finally whisper under your breath. “I-I feel the same. At first sight.” You mumble, now feeling his hot, short breaths against your lips.
Inexperienced lips crash into yours, hungry and eager for your reciprocation. You kiss him fervently, waiting for this moment for practically your entire existence. Bodies pressing together, feeling the warmth radiating from one another’s skin, you fumble with the knot of your towel. A hand stops you, keeping you from untying the loosely wrapped material around your body, he shakes his head side to side.
“Are you sure?” he breathes into your mouth between wet kisses. “I did not...” he kisses you again, “...come back for that, my love”.
“Mhm” you mumble into his mouth, moving his hand away to fiddle with the woven part of your towel once more. You stop and pull away suddenly, coming to the realization that maybe he doesn’t want this. “Do you...want this?” you whisper, resting your forehead against his.
He chuckles breathily, smiling wide before pulling you back in to kiss you again. “How could I not?” he mumbles between sloppy kisses.
Smiling into his mouth, your teeth click together as you feel the pink tinge on your cheeks turn even brighter – even hotter. Breaths heavy and uneven, you feel the thud of your collective heartbeat as you allow your towel fall to the ground. Immediately, he pulls away, looking up and down at your human body.
“Yuey [beautiful]” he says out of breath, mesmerized by the curves and softness of your body.
Allowing his eyes to linger at your chest, he looks up at you briefly, silently asking for your consent to touch your breasts. You nod, pulling his hand up to the soft flesh on your chest before meeting your lips with his once more. His hand completely envelopes your breast, kneading it as gently as he can. His thumb brushes past your hard nipple, playing with it ever so slightly.
Having someone else touch you in this way makes your body shudder. It’s your first time, your first kiss, your first – everything.
A warm tongue presses against your lips, asking for permission to enter your mouth. You grant it, parting your lips and meeting your tongue with his, allowing them to dance with one another in your mouth.
His movements become eager – more impatient. He kneads your breast a little rougher, now gently rolling your small nipple between his calloused fingers. Your body jolts from the sudden pleasure, and a soft moan escapes your mouth into his.
“Feels good, yes?” he returns a moan, making sure you’re okay.
“Yes, teyam.” You nod, moving his hand to your other breast.
Repeating his movements, he gently rolls your nipple whilst kneading your breast. It feels so good, that you can’t help but pant into his mouth, allowing your hands to feel his chest, too.
It’s just as you imagined, his chest is hard yet soft, his skin smooth yet rough, like that of a warrior. Both your hands could fit comfortably on just one of his pecks – his size in comparison to you was no joke. You feel his hand snake around your waist and up your back, calloused fingers taking in the suppleness of your skin.
“So soft” he mumbles, moving his gentle kisses down your neck.
“You, too” you mumble back, moving your hands up to his broad shoulders.
“Not nearly as soft as you, my sevin [pretty].” he smiles into your neck, before planting kisses down to your chest. “May I?” he asks, brushing his lips against your breast.
“Yes. Always yes.” you reassure him, willing to let him do anything he wants to you.
He takes your nipple into his mouth, as well as most of your breast. He suckles as gently as he can, afraid he may nip you with his fangs. Your hands slide from his shoulders, up his neck to his head, where your fingers intertwine with his braids. Using it as leverage, you press him closer into your chest, letting him know he’s making you feel good.
To your surprise, he allows his hands to fall to your hips, pulling you on top of him. It causes him to unlatch from your breast, moving his wet lips up to your collarbones. Your bare pussy is pressed against his bulge, dampening the material that covers it.
“Neteyam” you call for him quietly, feeling so good from his soothing touches.
“Yes, my love?” he responds, pulling away from your shoulders to look in your eyes.
“Can I see... you, too?” you ask shyly, breaking eye contact to glance at his soddened loincloth.
His eyes follow yours, seeing that the thin cloth is soaked. Shooting his gaze back up yours.
“You’re so wet.” he whispers, so enthralled with you that he forgets what you asked of him. He looks at your reddened face, realizing that you’re waiting for his response. “Sorry. What did you say?”
“I want to see you, too.” you repeat, dropping your hands to tug at the band of his loincloth.
Smiling, he leans back, supporting his torso with his arms behind him on the bed. You trail your eyes down from his face to his pelvis, seeing the small knot at the side of his loincloth. Fumbling with the knot, your shaky hands try their best to untie the material. He notices, resting his hand over yours before untying it himself.
“No need to be nervous, y/n. We will not do anything you are not ready for, okay?” he reassures you, untying the knot easily.
“Okay.” you nod, scooting back on his lap to make space for his loincloth to come off.
You slowly move the band down, exposing his deep v-lines and scant hair. You swallow your spit before taking it off completely, revealing his huge, thick cock. Your eyes bulge at the sight, eyebrows raising slightly as your mouth opens wide enough for a sharp breath of air to pass through your lips.
“Oh shit.” You pant quietly, surprised because it’s much bigger than you imagined.
The tip of his cock touches the middle of his thigh, the length and thickness of your forearm. Panicked eyes meet his, scared that he’d rip you in two.
“What is it?” he asks, concerned that you’re uncomfortable.
“It’s – you’re, y-you are too big for me.” your lips tremble as the words slip out.
His brows draw together, eyes squinting slightly – a puzzled expression contorts his face. He cups your cheek, searching your eyes for some sort of clarification. “What do you mean?”
“I don’t think – uh. I-I don’t think that will fit inside of me, Nete.” you stutter, feeling too shy to say the words.
Neteyam can’t help but laugh a little. “Ma’ yawne [beloved]...” he uses his thumb to rub your cheek, “...you need not to worry about that. I do not want to do anything that will hurt you.”
The words bring serenity to your chest, making the uneven thud of your heartbeat rhythmic. As much as you want to share that level of intimacy with him, you’ve only been able to fit two of your own fingers inside of you. You lean into his touch, rubbing your face against his palm as a smile plasters your face.
Always so protective over you.
Turns out, he was only half-hard. You watch in awe as his member grows, lifting from his thigh to his belly, all on its own. Neteyam looks away to hide his flushed cheeks. You notice and take this as your sign to touch him for the first time. Wrapping your slim fingers around his girth, you find that your fingertips can’t touch each other. His pelvis shifts suddenly from the warmth of your touch.
“Am I making the mighty warrior blush?” you hum, wrapping your other hand around the base of his cock.
His eyes fall onto his crotch, watching as your hands stroke his shaft. He looks back up at you, directly into your eyes.
“Maybe.” his voice is low, and deep.
You never thought you’d even be in this position, stroking the cock of the man of your dreams. Even worse, him staring at you with sultry eyes and a husky voice, telling you that you’re making him nervous.
“Can I touch you, here?” he asks, sitting up fully and resting his hand on your inner thigh.
“Didn’t I say ‘yes, always yes’?” you smile at him, shifting your hips to allow for better access.
Wrapping one arm around his neck, you hold onto him tightly for support as his hand cups your pussy, making you gasp quickly. You feel his finger part your wet lips, searching for the bundle of nerves at the top of your slit. You bury your face into the crook of his neck just as he finds your clit, rubbing circles into it with his slick coated finger.
Hot, quick pants evade your parted lips, blowing directly onto his neck. His lips plant kisses on your shoulder, tongue playing in the dip of your collarbone. You stroke his cock one handed, trying your hardest to provide enough friction for him to feel good too.
“Is this, okay?” he asks breathlessly, moving his finger down to your entrance.
“Yes, my ‘teyam.” you mumble into his neck, bracing yourself for his thick finger to enter you.
“Let me know if it hurts, my love.” he whispers, slowly sliding his finger inside of you.
“Oh! Ugh.” A strained moan is muffled in his neck, as you feel this finger stretch you out.
You shift your hand from his cock and wrap it around his neck, holding on as tightly as you can. His singular finger easily feels like two of yours, not to mention the fact that they’re much lengthier.
“Does it hurt?” he whispers into your ear.
“No. I’m okay, teyam.” you mumble, closing your eyes to focus on the feeling.
“Good. I am going to move now.” he warns, curling his finger directly into your sweet spot.
You gasp loudly, feeling the pressure already build in your bladder. It feels amazing – better than you’ve ever felt with your own fingers. Your hips buck on their own, grinding into the finger that impales you.
Little, sweet mewls escape your open mouth, beads of saliva dripping onto his chest. You’re so focused on the way he’s making you feel you didn’t even realise the volume of your whines and whimpers until he makes a comment about it.
“I like your little noises, y/n.” he says, pumping his finger in and out of you. “Are you... close?”
“I – I don’t know, I’ve never, c-cum before.” Your breath hitches, feeling your chest and stomach tighten.
Your legs begin to tremble, like they’ll give out underneath you at any moment. “Oh, Nete!” you moan his name, catching a glimpse of his ears perking up from the sound of his name rolling off your tongue.
His hips buck, too, thrusting his cock against your stomach. He’s losing it, all from hearing the sweet sounds that come from your mouth. Pulling away from his neck, you look down at his glossy cockhead poking at your stomach, then back up to look into his amber eyes.
“This is where you’d be... inside me.” you breathe, shifting a hand off his neck to press a finger under your sternum, where his tip touches.
“Whoa. Y-you are so, so tiny, y/n. I’m so scared that I will hurt you.” Neteyam confesses, rutting his hips against you.
“You won’t. I trust you, teyam.” you pant, feeling your legs wobble.
Your heads bump together, as your now both grinding into one another. He feels your weak legs shake and snakes his free hand around your back, supporting it as he lays you down on the bed.
He catches sight of the bright pink toy near your head, eyes widening.
“What is that? Where did you get it from?” he asks, still fingering you.
“Ah... haah, I – I kind of found it.” you pant raggedly, “Ngh! It’s a – oh fuck!” you moan, feeling a new sensation in your pelvis grow.
“It’s a ‘oh fuck’?” Neteyam chuckles, picking up speed.
“Neteyam! That feels weird.” You moan, eyes pooling with water from how good it feels.
“Weird, bad? Or weird, good?” he asks, slowing down his pace.
“Good! Good!” you shout, not wanting him to stop.
“Ah. Good.” He smiles, picking back up the speed, “Now, what is that thing?”
“It’s – it’s a vibrator! Fuck. Don’t stop, Nete.” you whisper desperately, arching your back against the bed. “I think – I think I’m close!” you let loose a strained moan.
“I want to taste it. Can I taste you?” he asks, already making his way in between your legs.
“O-okay teyam” you whine quietly, spreading your legs as wide as they can go.
His hot mouth engulfs your throbbing clit, the flat of his tongue shifting from side to side. “Good?” he mumbles into your slit.
“Mmmn! Fuck, yes!” you moan loudly, bucking your hips into his face.
He grabs your hand and places it on his head, you weave your fingers through his braids.
“Another... another finger!” you beg, feeling the knots in your stomach quickly unravel.
He shakes his head side to side, “’til hurt” he mumbles once more, picking up the speed of both his tongue and finger.
“Please! ‘m gonna cum, Nete!” you plead, toes curling into the sheet beneath you.
He gently slides another digit inside you, feeling the tightness of your cunt clenching around it. You yelp out, feeling a hint of pain among the waves of pleasure that crash through you. He pulls his finger back out, lifting his head up, causing your hand to fall from his head.
“See? I told you. I hurt you, didn’t I?” he asks through knitted brows, looking down at your glistening cunt sucking in his finger.
“Only a little, I’m fine teyam.” you reassure him, wiggling your hips back down onto his finger.
He clicks his tongue, catching a glimpse of the vibrator.
“Let us try this... vee-bray-tor?” he says the word slowly, as he reaches for the pink object beside your head.
He presses the button causing the thing to vibrate in his hand, shock plastering his face from the sensation of it buzzing against his skin. Your hips jolt as he presses the toy against your clit, sending shockwaves up your spine.
“Ohh, Neteyam!” you moan loudly, the feeling overwhelms you. “’ts too much...” your hips shift away from the toy, as you try to reach for his head once more.
He chuckles, switching the toy off and throwing it on the floor. “Prefer me?” he asks huskily, pinning down your leg as he leans in to suck on your clit once more.
“Mmmn, mhm!” you mumble, pushing your cunt into his face.
He closes his eyes, tuning in to the filthy noises that evade your mouth, drawing circles into your clit with the tip of his tongue. Neteyam touches himself, finally hearing the sounds that he’s been imagining every time he pleasured himself.
“Neteyam. I’m so fucking close.” you pant quickly.
He picks up the speed, now knowing where exactly feels good for you, and targets those sensitive areas. He rubs his own cock, beads of precum oozing from his tip lubricating his hand, allowing for fast strokes. He’s huffing hot breaths through his nose onto your lower stomach, giving you goosebumps.
“Holy fuck... R-right there” You let loose breathy moans, feeling the swell of your sweet spot pushing against his finger, as he curls it even harder and faster into you.
“Mmmhm” he moans into your clit, looking directly at you, encouraging you with his eyes to cum for him.
Bucking his hips into his hand, he feels his own orgasm quickly approaching. His brows tighten, feel his own knots unravel quickly in his stomach. He grunts into your cunt, finally squeezing his eyes shut as his thrusts become shorter.
You look between your legs, watching his aroused expression, now realizing that he’s pleasuring himself. It makes you feel even hotter – even hornier, sending you over the edge.
“Oh – oh shit, Neteyam! I think I’m – I’m cumming!” you cry out, shoving his face into your pussy.
You feel your cunt go into a frenzy, throbbing and pulsating feverishly around his finger.
His grunts turn into guttural groans, as he tries to concentrate on making you finish while his warm cum slowly pools into his hand. You push away his head, now feeling overstimulated from his relentless licks, for him to sit up quickly, grabbing his mask in a hurry to suck in a deep, long breath.
“You taste sweet, y/n.” he moans breathlessly, gently pulling his finger out of you. He sucks his finger, savouring the flavour of your slick.
Your cheeks heat up, feeling shy to see him taste you on his finger like that.
“That was... the first time.” you mumble wide eyed, breath hitching from you coming down from your high.
He smiles.
“I know. I’m happy I could do that for you, my love.” he projects his voice as he crouches under your bathroom doorframe.
He quickly cleans himself up so he can tend to you, coming back with a dampened cloth.
“Feeling okay?” he asks quietly, wiping the slick off your thighs, working his way up to the soft flesh between your legs.
“Yes, I’m... more than okay.” You hum softly, chest rising and falling as you try to take a full breath, feeling his tender, gentle touches as he cleans you up.
“Want to shower?” He questions, hanging the cloth against the back of your chair.
You shake your head weakly from side to side, puffy eyes blinking lethargically.
“What about clothes?” he makes his way over to your dresser, resting his hand on the top drawer’s handle, “tis a cold night.”
“Mm... rather you keep me warm.” you blabber, resting your eyes for a minute.
“My pleasure, yawne [beloved].” He smiles.
Tucking one hand under your neck, and the other under the back of your knees he lifts you up, moving you further up in your bed.
“Tired?” he chuckles softly, crawling into bed next to you.
“Mhmm.” You purr lengthily, trying to open your eyes as you scoot back onto him. “Don’t leave, Nete.”
“Alright, my love. I won’t. I will be right here. Get some rest.” He hums, pressing his warm naked body against yours.
He covers you with the blanket first, and then himself with whatever was remaining. He’s too tall for the blanket anyway, as well as the bed, honestly – he’s too tall for this whole place. Legs jutting off the end of the bed, he wraps his arm around you, pulling you even closer to him.
Heavy eyes finally closing, you snuggle into your love, gripping a single finger on the hand are rests on your stomach. He unhooks the mask from around his neck, and straps it to his face, so that he, too, can close his eyes and drift into a deep sleep.
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Everyone was accepting of your relationship with Neteyam. Surprisingly, his parents were both expecting it at some point, and had already taken the time to come to terms with it – well, mostly Neytiri. Jake was always welcoming of you. Kiri and Lo’ak were happy you two finally hit things off. Everyone, including the members of the clan, could tell that you both had feelings for one another. Even Norm and Max were elated for the two of you, both knowing that there was something more going on between you guys. Norm knew that night would be the night for the both of you to make things official, which is why he granted Neteyam access afterhours.
One day, Norm and Max approach you and Neteyam in your room, knocking quietly on your already open door.
“Y/n. Neteyam.” they say monotonously in unison.
You both look at them, concern growing in your chest after seeing their serious expressions.
“What is it?” you manage to get out, holding Neteyam’s hand tightly, thinking something horrible has happened.
Their expressions soften, a smile creeping on both their faces before they burst out in laughter.
“Just joking with ya.” Max laughs, looking at Norm.
“Yeah. We come bearing good news, actually.” Norm adds, quickly glancing at Max before looking at you once more.
“Good news? What is it?” Neteyam asks, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb, calming you down.
“Well, it’s not like you guys don’t already know. You can think of it as a ‘mating’ gift, ya know, seeing that na’vi don’t have weddings.” Max babbles, straying from the point.
“You’re getting your own avatar, y/n.” Norm announces happily, knowing that this is your biggest dream yet.
“What?! Are you serious?” you shriek, jumping to your feet, eyes flickering between the two of them.
Neteyam is still holding your hand tightly, now standing with you, wrapping his tail around your leg. Ever since you revealed your feelings to one another, Neteyam has rarely left your side, always making sure he’s near you – protecting you. You were his mate now, nothing less.
“Yep. She’ll be ready in about four months.” Max smiles, proud that he could pull the strings to get his favourite girl her own avatar.
“Oh, Max. Norm.” your voice cracks, tears welling up in your eyes. “Thank you, guys. I can’t even tell you how much I appreciate this.” You walk swiftly towards them to give them both a big hug.
Neteyam reluctantly lets go of your hand and leg, but follows closely behind you, towering over the two men. He wraps his tail around your leg once more, always needing to touch you in some way.
You hug them both, tippy toeing to squeeze their necks as hard as you can – to show how much you really appreciate what their doing for you.
“Thank you, Max, Norm.” Neteyam says, smiling and bowing his head at them both.
“Our pleasure, guys.” Max and Norm chant together. “C’mere Neteyam.” Norm smiles, pulling Neteyam into the hug.
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↬|Gojo|
• Gojo Satoru is fiercely protective of his loved ones, and he will stop at nothing to ensure their safety. He will do whatever it takes to protect them, whether it's using his immense power or taking any risks necessary to ensure their safety. For his special someone, he is willing to go to the ends of the earth to keep them safe, no matter the cost.
• He is quite independent and capable of taking care of himself but also appreciates it when his special someone looks out for him, and wants to protect them, and make sure they are safe. He trusts that they are capable enough to be there for him when he needs support, protection, and comfort.
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↬|Sukuna|
• He is very protective of his s/o and would do anything to keep them safe. He would go to great lengths to protect them and would not hesitate to fight for them. He would use his immense power to keep his s/o safe, using his cursed techniques and other abilities to protect them.
• Sukuna isn't the type to ask for protection as he is very self-sufficient and doesn't like to rely on others. However, he would appreciate it if his s/o looked out for him and had his back during fights. (Remember, protecting each other isn't always physically)
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↬|Nanami|
• Yes, he is very protective of his s/o. He is always on high alert to find and stop the cursed energy and danger that might threaten his love one. He also likes to check if his s/o is happy. He wants to be the one to wipe away her every worries and problem. He also takes very seriously when anyone dare to disrespect her.
• I see him as very chivalrous. he is a person that will take on the fight by himself to prevent his s/o from danger. He will always stand in front of them to protect them no matter what it takes. His s/o means a lot for him, so his protectiveness will come naturally. If his s/o is in danger, he will stop at nothing to rescue them and take the danger all by himself. He won't mind to risk his life to protect them. This is what he will do to protect his s/o.
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↬|Megumi|
• Very protective, Megumi is an extremely protective person, and once he finds someone he loves, he will do whatever it takes to keep them safe. He would defend them with his own life, and would be willing to take a hit for them.
• In terms of protection, he prefers to be protected in an emotional way. He wants his s/o to be there for him when he's feeling down or overwhelmed. Having someone who can provide comfort, and support him emotionally is something that's important to him.
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↬|Yuji|
• Yuji is extremely protective over his s/o and will go out of his way to make sure that nothing bad happens to them. Whether it be standing infront of a oncoming car to save them, or shielding them from harm using his own body, he will always find a way to protect his s/o. His s/o can trust that he will be there to protect them when they feel vulnerable or scared. At the same time, Yuji also enjoys being protected, so he would likely be able to rely on his s/o in times of need as well.
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• Inumaki is not the type of person to be over-protective of his s/o. He is respectful of their choices and decisions. He thinks that he and his s/o should be each other's protectors and not only he should be the protector of his s/o. However, if there are any threats or dangers that endanger their lives, he will not hesitate to shield his s/o behind him.
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• Geto is extremely protective of his s/o, and is ready to go to the ends of the world to keep them safe. However, he is also very protective of himself and wouldn't like it too much if his s/o would try to be protective. It has to be HIM who protects them, and he would be extremely jealous if someone or something would try to get between him and his beloved. He only wants to protect, he only wants to be the one and only protector. He does not like being protected himself.
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in1-nutshell · 4 months
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Hi I love your work how would the tfp bots react to meeting a bot that has the personality of wendsday Addams
Wednesday Addams is a good character to put into Buddy. This was fun to write and think about. Here are the Autobots reaction to Wednsday Bot Buddy!
Hope you enjoy!
Autobots reacting to Bot Buddy with the personality of Wendsday Addams
SFW, platonic, slight dark themes mainly on general themes of murder and dark humor, Nothing graphic just mentions here and there, Cybertronian/ Bot reader
TFP
Optimus Prime
*Looks at dead Vehicon* “Lucky bot.”
*Concern truck noises*
Optimus is a bit concerned about the dark nature of Buddy.
He doesn’t question their allegiance. He knows that Buddy is a loyal Autobot through and through. If they wanted to be a Decepticon they would have already done it, but they haven’t. Being able strategist, Buddy truly helps when planning attacks accordingly.
They just have a peculiar taste in humor and in personality.
Optimus won’t interfere with Buddy and their passions… unless he deems it necessary.
They are just another one of his children with a different hobby than the rest.
Ratchet
“I’m fine Doctor. They only hit a major fuel line. I’ve only entered the first stage of paralyzes, it’s quite pleasant.”
“I’m sorry WHAT WAS HIT!?”
He is a bit wary of Buddy. It’s mainly their view on murder.
He doesn’t mind the dark humor or the occasional weird vibe they give off. They help Ratchet around in the lab and in any experiments since Buddy has a natural talent for science. Though he does get a bit annoyed whenever they bring up the supernatural around him.
Buddy is a regular patient in the medbay due to the fact that they downplay their injuries so much that sometimes he doesn’t even know if they get injured on purpose.
He has to physically check Buddy for any injuries whenever they leave the base. It’s a rule now, not even Optimus can stop him now.
Bumblebee
*Pointing blaster to a Vehicon* “No one gets to torment my family except for me.”
“Beeeep. Bep beep? (Aww you do care—wait what?)”
He looks up to Buddy in a way. Buddy is the oldest of the youngest group on the team. Meaning they are older than Smokescreen by default, older than Bee. Even though the three of them came from the same generation, Buddy is the older sibling.
He can tell the war did a number to Buddy over the eons, but Buddy also always had a peculiar personality that set them apart from everyone else.
He is glad that Raf has taken a liking to Buddy and vice versa. Whenever he is too busy to pick up Raf from school, he can count on Buddy to go and pick him up safe and sound.
He knows that Buddy means well in the end… its just the lengths they are willing to go and the lines they are willing to cross to do it makes him uneasy. Bumblebee knows that he can trust Buddy with his life and will do it without a second thought.
Arcee
“Time to go spider hunting.”
“I couldn’t agree more.”
She doesn’t mind Buddy as a whole.
Yes, their personality isn’t something that everyone sees and associates with Autobot, but they mean well.
She is willing to defend Buddy for that.
She does get worried about Buddy when they go out into battle. She is mainly worried that one day she or one of her teammates would accidentally hit Buddy since their frame has Con written all over it.
She trusts Buddy with Jack whenever she isn’t available. At first Jack isn’t too thrilled at the idea of being with this bot that looks like they would murder him if they ever got bored. But he gets over that initial fear after a bit of one-on-one time with Buddy. Arcee is happy for both.
The sass battles between these two can get heated and brings the team to becoming the audience.
Arcee tried a dark humor battle with Buddy. It happened only once because Arcee soon realized that Buddy had a bottomless pit full of this humor. There was no way she was going to win.
Bulkhead
“Nice knife you got there. That would be absolutely great in playing autopsy.”
“Playing What!?”
Oh yeah Buddy does not put him at ease at all. Sure, as a Wrecker he too dabbles in dark humor, but Buddy is on a whole new level of dark humor.
He would hate to see what would happen if Buddy turned to the Cons side. But time and time again, he is proven wrong about them ever defecting. Especially when Buddy has a huge sift spot for the kids, Miko begins the biggest.
Miko absolutely adores this bot. She has asked Bulkhead if he cannot pick her up or Wheeljack to let Buddy pick them up.
Buddy has been named her unofficial official “Sibling from another planet”.
Buddy doesn’t seem to mind so he is fine about that. He does get a bit uneasy about the lengths they are willing to go to fulfill a plan, but other than that he is fine with them.
Wheeljack
“You okay there, kid? You look half dead.”
“I’m always half dead Wheeljack.”
Oh yeah finally someone who can get some of his humor.
He dabbles a bit more in the dark humor than most other bots on the team, still nowhere near Buddy’s level but he can appreciate their artform.
He will defend Buddy against anyone who says that they should be in the Autobot ranks because of their personality. Not everyone is perfect, and they have a choice on which side they want to fight, and they have always chosen the Autobots even when things seem hopeless.
Wheeljack has worked with Buddy in making his famous homemade grenades. Buddy is one of the few bots he will allow to fly the Jackhammer by themselves.
While he isn’t around the base too often, he always finds it funny to have Buddy sneak up on him by accident. Not many can do that, so he finds it funny.
Smokescreen
“Have you tried doing another paint job that isn’t Black? You know, bright that color scheme a bit.”
“When they have a shade darker than black let me know.”
Smokescreen looks at Buddy with admiration and fear.
On one hand, he knows that he could jump off the Nemesis blindly with Buddy and Buddy would somehow save them both while still doing their jokes midair.
On the other hand
He isn’t a fan of their dark humor or dark personality. It reminds him too much of the Cons. The first time that he met Buddy, he nearly shot them thinking they were a Con. There was an apology afterwards.
He does not question Buddy’s side in the war for a second. Sure, they look like they could end his life with a spoon, but they haven’t and that proves the point.
Ultra Magnus
“How is the investigation coming along soldier?”
“There are so many threads in this investigation I’d have enough to weave my burial shroud and Bumblebee’s.”
“What?”
“BEEEP! (WHAT!?)”
Not a fan of their personality.
He would have put them on the same list of non-compliant soldiers as Wheeljack. But despite a few bumps here and there, Buddy is a true Autobot and lives by the code, to a point.
They are actually one of the few Autobots that have managed to follow must his plans. And has some respect for authoritative figures.
Or that might be just him and Optimus. He respects them that much. Not a fan of dark humor or personality, mainly because it isn’t his taste in humor.
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marksmelodies · 6 months
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10:30pm
-fluff/smut
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“ Babe” you call out to your boyfriend who is engulfed in his mobil games, he dosent seem to hear you so you call out to him again “Jaemin” ….nothing, you sigh and try again one last time “Na Jaemin” his head snaps up immediately
“ Yes my love” he says in a almost intimidated voice “I’ve been trying to get your attention but you’re too busy to notice me” you say trying to get him to give you some affection
“ Babe come on that’s not true, let me finish this level and then i’m all yours i promise” he looks back at his phone again.Once Jaemin finally finishes his game he gets up from the chair and comes to the bed lying down smothering you with hugs and kisses
“ Jaem i’m bored” you whine “ what do you want to do” he asks sitting up, you two brainstorm some ideas but nothing comes to mind
“ Wanna go back to my apartment”?? you ask “ what’s the difference going back to your place your just going to complain you’re bored there too” Jaemin says laying back down on the bed
“ Theres something entertaining we can do at my place that we can’t do here” you smerk at him “ and what would that be” Jaemin leaning forward so your faces are inches apart, he plays dumb knowing exactly what you’re suggesting
“ Let’s go back to my place, pick out a movie to watch and then ten minutes in lose interest in it and end up having sex like we do every time”
Though you and Jaemin have been together for a while he still gets surprised of how bold you are
“ Your plan is more than okay with me, should i just sleep over your place tonight since i have tomorrow off” he asks
“ Duh you know i cant sleep good without you” you hug him tightly
“ Let me grab a few things and we can leave” he pecks your lips.
“ It was good seeing you all again” you say to the boys who are in the living room “ i’m out see you” Jaemin waves
“where are you guys going”?? Mark asks “oh we’re just going back to my place” you respond
“ Why doesn’t she just sleep over here Jaemin we don’t mind, unless you don’t want to y/n i know we can be annoying” renjun laughs
“ Oh um no! that’s not why you guys are great really” you try and defend yourself “ my place is just um ya know.. uhh” you stutter
“ We’re going over hers so we can fuck” Jaemin blatantly states “ so goodbye no more questions see ya later” he hufs and grabs your hand to quickly pull you out of the dorm
“Jaemin what the fuck” your cheeks start turning red “i learned it from you, you’re usually the bold one” he laughs.You arrive to your apartment quickly kicking off your shoes and making your way to your bedroom, you lay down on the bed waiting for Jaemin to join you.
“Wanna just skip the movie part” he asks making his way over to you engulfing you into a kiss “ someone’s in a hurry” you smile,Jaemin hovers over you while taking your shirt along with your bra off leaving trails of kisses down your body, he pulls your shorts down, next your underwear throwing them to the floor leaving you completely naked under him. Jaemin usually likes to be dominant but there are many times when you’re the one in charge tonight however is not one of those times.
“You’re so beautiful” he whispers while kissing you.Jaemin then goes to your pussy licking a stripe before diving into you completely, flicking his tongue up and down while occasionally sucking on your clit, you feel yourself get closer and closer to your high, moaning loudly indicating you’re about to finish, Jaemin notices and works harder to chase your high, your legs start to shake while you pull on his hair and arch your back you feel your body overcome with ecstasy as you scream his name “god you taste so good, you’re so addicting” Jaemin gets up from the bed taking his own clothes off ,Once undressing himself he rubs your clit with his tip and begins to slide his member into you, both letting out moans he allows you to adjust to his length,then begins to pick up his pace, looking at you in the eyes as he fucks you is something Jaemin absolutely loves “ look at me baby” he says as you open your eyes tilting your head back up to lock eyes with him, he then takes one of your legs throwing it over his shoulder allowing him to get as deep into you as possible, he smirks as the action causes you to let out a loud moan “ you’re taking me so well love” he says pulling out to flip your body around changing positions, “ you know what to do face down ass up” he demands
Once he rams himself back into you with his quick movements you can feel the tightness in your core and the tingly sensation take over your body “ Jaemin I’m about to cum” you moan loudly “ good baby cum for me” he assures you rubbing the side of your thigh.
Your legs start to rapidly shake signaling to Jaemin that you finished, picking up the pace you can tell he’s about to finish as well as his strokes become sloppy and rushed, feeling hot liquid shoot into your core Jaemin groans and waits for a second before pulling out and turning your around “ man I fucked you dumb” he laughs ay your fucked out state.He kisses your lips telling you how much he loves you as he cleans you up “ sorry babe I’ll buy a day after pill tomorrow” he sighs laying down next to you admiring your face. “ lets get ready to go to bed sweet girl” he walks to your side of the bed picking you up taking you to the bathroom.Sitting you on the counter he gently takes your makeup off and brings you to the shower, turning the temperature to warm he leads you under the water and massages the shampoo into your scalp “thanks for always taking care of me i love you so much jaem” you say to him as he rinses your hair “that’s my job babygirl i’ll always take care of you” he leans into you rubbing your back as the water falls on you both
Now all clean and comfy cuddled in bed limbs tanged together as your head lays on his chest as he rubs circles on your back “ i cant wait to spend the rest of my life with you” jaemin says, you smile at him sleepily “ better put a ring on it then im waiting” you laugh and peck his lips, as you pull away he pulls you back for more “ I love you princess” “ I love you too jaem” closing your eyes you can feel yourself drifting to sleep thinking about how thankful you are for such a wonderful man to have entered into your life.
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fictitiousfoodie · 6 months
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Nicks Naughty Night
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You and Nick decide to make some noise for the night.
TW: Daddy Kink, SMUT, P in V, No Condom (wrap it before you tap it).
Word Count: 2475
You hadn't been dating Nick long. He had bumped into you a few months ago at a coffee shop and slipped the coffee all down the front of you. He had offered to buy you a new cup, get your clothes dry-cleaned, and an absurd amount of apologies. That turned into chatting for several hours and him asking to take you to dinner in a few days. The rest was history. You had been dating him ever since.
Tonight was the charity night for Nick's football team, the Forty-Niners. He told you it was a black tie event, and you were pleased to get so dressed up. You had gone dress shopping a few weekends prior and found the most sultry black dress. It was floor-length with a hip-high split with the slightest hint of gold detail. The neckline was a pointed sweetheart that plunged with a V down to your rib cage. This wasn't the first going out with Nick in public or meeting his teammates, but this was the first time there would be lots of publicity. You would be photographed with Nick and wouldn't step out in anything that made you feel less than the villain in your own movie. You finished the look with your hair in Hollywood waves and a simple black strapped stiletto.
The event started at 8, and promptly, at 7:15, there was a knock at your door. You opened the door to find Nick in a pitch-black tux that immediately made you horny.
"Hi, Handsome, you look amazing," you said, trying to not give in to the building need inside you.
"Damn, babe. You look incredible. It's a good thing I know how to fight 'cause you are going to be turning every man's head", he spoke while continually dragging his eyes up and down your body. He started to move toward you and went in for a kiss. As you parted your lips and let his tongue in, it became a heated mess. A tiny gasp escaped you as he slid his arms around you, one going around your waist and the other sliding through the slit in your dress to find your ass and squeeze. Suddenly, you heard a throat clear loudly, and you both broke away from the kiss.
Nick seemed annoyed at the interruption and only turned his head to find Ralph, your next-door neighbor who had made several passes at you, to which you had repeatedly stated you were just friends. Ralph was what you called a cigarette man. He was thin and dressed like an intellectual, which was terrible. You just weren't particularly attracted to it. When it comes to romance, especially the bedroom, you like to be more submissive. Ralph was not dominant but more arrogant. He always assumed to be the smartest in the room and had no problem sharing his opinion. When you first moved into the building, Ralph had been fantastic. He helped you with the best places in the neighborhood to eat and tricks to living in San Francisco. He loved books and movies which you talked about a lot. He had become a great friend, but he started to want to be more than friends. He made several requests for dates, and slowly, you had stopped hanging out with him. The last time he had asked was after your first date with Nick, and you had become slightly annoyed at him not taking no for an answer so you had been even more honest and had told him he wasn't your type. You hadn't seen him much since then, but apparently, he decided to make an appearance, and Nick had left the apartment door wide open. You put a smile on your face and quickly stated, "Evening Ralph."
"Y/N," he grunted with a curt nod. "So I guess a hulking giant who likes public displays of affection is more your type," at that, Nick started to growl and let you go, ready to defend you, but you got there first.
"Yes, Nick is absolutely my type because he's big and strong but kind and caring. Sorry about the door we were just leaving," you quickly rushed out as you pulled Nick out of your apartment and locked the door, "we have a charity event tonight, so we won't be bothering you any longer. Have a good night!" You finished as you pulled Nick into the elevator that arrived quickly.
"Whatever, just be quiet when you return, I guess, since you will probably have a drunk gorilla to handle," Ralph replied with a rude and dismissive tone.
Luckily, the elevator doors closed before Nick could say or do anything.
"What is his problem?" Nick asked, clearly and understandably upset.
"I'm so sorry. He thinks highly of himself, and I told him the last time I saw him that he wasn't my type cause he wasn't taking just a plain no thank you as an answer to his date invitations. Please don't let him ruin the night. I am so excited."
"Ruin my night. I don't want him to ruin yours. I couldn't care less what he says about me."
You signed with relief and let a slow smile slip across your face.
"He hasn't now. I believe we were in the middle of something…" you started to say, but then the elevator dinged. The doors slid open to the lobby of your apartment, "Oh darn, I guess we will have to continue later." You whispered while giving him a quick peck on the cheek.
Nick started to pull you out of the lobby with your arm wrapped around his. He suddenly pulled you in front of him with his chest to your back and whispered, "You are a tease and will be paying for that later." You just smiled and hoped the event passed by rather quickly.
The charity ball was beautifully decorated but a little overwhelming. There were cameras and reporters everywhere, not to mention the hands of team owners, coaches, and sponsors to shake and be introduced to. Once the formalities were taken care of, the party really picked up, though. The live band was a great cover band that covered many amazing songs. Nick wasn't the most graceful dancer but would use any excuse to keep you close in his arms. Eventually, the night started to wind down, and you were both ready to go. The song had gotten progressively more sultry, and you were both prepared to be in the privacy of your apartment.
Walking into your lobby, Nick struggled to keep his hands off you. "God, I hope they don't have cameras in the elevator, he growled, flexing his hands on your ass, waiting for it to come down. However, the lobby doors opened right as the elevator doors dinged, and in walked Ralph with his crusty white dog, "Rupert." Nick didn't remove his hands from you but moved them from your ass to your waist. Ralph didn't say anything but made a sound of disgust and silently stood beside you in the elevator. You could feel the awkwardness and felt like something should be said, but all you could think of was to wish Ralph and Rupert a good night as you walked off the elevator. Ralph didn't turn around. Just rudely called, "Keep it down tonight, will ya?" over his shoulder, then slammed his apartment door. Neither one of you really worried about it because you were again alone.
While you tried to unlock your apartment door, Nick had his lips on your neck, slowly kissing a trail from behind your ear to your shoulder. You were struggling to focus but finally got the door unlocked. You both tumbled inside. You started to lean forward to lean on the couch to take your heels off, but Nick grabbed you and pulled you into the front door, twisting to push you up against it. He used one hand to pin your hands above your head and the other to grab your chin.
"You were naughty earlier if I remember correctly, and decided it was a good idea to tease me."
"No, I was not trying to tease you. I was asking where we had left off and was interrupted."
"Oh, so that can be explained, but what do you have to say about deciding to wear that delicious dress. Because I know you wouldn't be able to wear panties with a slit that high." He accused as he tested his theory and moved his hand to the front of you under the dress and was proven correct.
You gasped as his fingers grazed over your center. Unable to answer, he answered himself.
"That's what I thought, you naughty naughty girl. Now I want you to slip that pretty dress off and walk your sexy ass to your bed. Then I want you to climb in on your hands and knees and put your hands on the headboard. Do you understand, princess?"
You were putty in his hands, unable to form words. You just shook your head.
" No, princess, use your words." "Yes, Daddy, I understand." "Good girl, now go."
And with that, he pulled away from you. You slipped the dress off and let it fall to the floor, then strutted (obviously, you would put on a show) to your bedroom, put your hands on the wall, and spread your legs slightly. You may like to act dumb, but you knew what Nick wanted. He wanted to see you in a bra and stilettos in one of his favorite positions.
You heard him walk in and groan at the sight before him.
"Fuck princess, you really are perfect." He had undone his belt, pulled his jacket and tie off, buttoned his shirt a little, and rolled his sleeves up. You jumped and got goosebumps when you felt his fingers against your thighs. They slowly reached your pussy, and suddenly Nick plunged two fingers into you. You moaned out at the intrusion, "Fuck Daddy so good."
"Yea, does my princess like when I play with her wet pussy?"
"Oh fuck… yess, it's so good." You could already feel yourself getting close to cumming. You had been getting worked up all night, and now you wanted to let it all out.
"Daddy, I need you in me. I want you to use me," you begged.
Apparently, Nick wasn't in the mood to tease either because he pulled his fingers out and then was gone for a second. But then you felt his cock against your clit, and Nick was wrapped around your back.
"You sure you're ready, princess? I didn't play with you like I usually do."
"Fuck yes, I have been wanting you all night."
That was all Nick needed to hear. He plunged into you. He wasn't small at all, and usually, he would make you cum once on his fingers to make sure you were ready before sticking his cock in you. Nick gave you a few moments to adjust and then slowly started to move. You both couldn't hold back the loud moans that resulted from the sensation. He intertwined his hands with yours on the headboard and kissed any skin he could get close enough to. Nick started to move at a faster pace, and you could feel yourself getting close.
"That's it, sweet girl. I can feel you squeezing me. I know you're close; no asking tonight, just come for me. I want all that cum on my cock." He continued to pump into you. He let go of one of your hands and found your clit. He only had to rub one or two circles, and you were cumming. Nick slowed his pace slightly and fucked you through the orgasm until you calmed somewhat.
"There she is. There, my princess. You made such a mess. Look at how dirty you made my fingers."
Without thought, you opened your mouth and took his fingers, sucking and licking them clean.
"Such a good girl. Knew what I wanted, and I didn't even have to ask. Now flip over, sweet girl. I want to watch your face as I make you cum again."
Nick pulled out of you for a second to let you turn around and slide down the bed to rest your head on the pillow. Once settled, Nick slipped back in but didn't move.
Worried, you asked, "Is something wrong? Do we need to stop?"
"NO! .. Sorry, no, no, not at all. Nothing is wrong. In fact, I was just thinking how perfect everything is. You, us, tonight everything." With that, he kissed you deeply, wrapping one of his arms around you and holding himself up with the other. You started to squirm under him, ready for him to move. He broke the kiss and smiled.
"Okay, okay, I know." He started to move again and kept his eyes glued to you. He was holding on to your bed frame and was ready for both of you to cum.
"Fuck handsome just like that. "
"Shit princess, you are so sexy."
"Shit I love when you fuck me like this."
"You are taking my cock so well."
"I'm yours, baby; use me."
Nick's pupils were blown, and a dark smile grew on his face with that. "that's right, princess, you are mine. And I am gonna make sure everyone in this fucking building knows it."
"You like when I tell you you're mine."
"Yes, Daddy, I'm yours.
"Yea, and who does this pussy belong to?" he asked while pounding into you, shaking the headboard with each thrust.
"Yours, Daddy! It belongs to you. Fuck Daddy, don't stop. I want your cum daddy."
With that, Nick cam while still thrusting into you. He took a few deep breaths and slowly pulled out from you. You winced as he pulled out. You were certainly going to be sore tomorrow. Nick rolled off the bed and went to the bathroom. A few moments later, he returned with a damp cloth and gently cleaned you up.
"Alright, pretty girl, that was just a temporary clean. We need to get in the shower." You smiled as you saw him offering his hand and took it. You both quickly showered and climbed into bed, exhausted from the night's activities.
The next morning, you woke to find Nick's arm slumped across your midsection. You slowly slipped out from under neither it and threw on some sweats to go out and grab a coffee. When you closed the apartment door, you turned around to find Ralph and Rupert again. When Ralph saw you, his face went bright red, and you remembered that he shared the bedroom wall of your apartment. He quickly entered his apartment without making eye contact or saying anything. You giggled to yourself and walked to the elevator.
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essenceeater · 5 months
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"You're ridiculous, I love it." Hanzo Hasashi x GN!Reader.
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"I don't see the asks button so I would like to politely request for some goofy ahh Scorpion Hcs because I’m amazing 😘😘😘"
WHY DID NOBODY TELL ME MY REQUESTS WERE OFF?? I SWEAR I TURNED THEM ON. Anyways a lovely fic for my friend @krysphycookiez this is specifically MK11 Hanzo. I hope you enjoy this. This is a mix of romantic and goofy headcanons with a small oneshot. The reader and Hanzo are married cause I said so. -Chaos
Characters: Hanzo Hasashi/Scorpion
Triggers: None that I can think of? Lmk if anything should be tagged here. It's Mortal Kombat, you know what to expect ig?
Requested: Yes
🔓Requests are open at the moment🔓
Link to rules
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🔥Hanzo Hasashi, is known for his strong and complex personality. He's a very passionate man, but he's a little goofy when it's just you around.
🔥 Hanzo is fiercely loyal, and in a relationship, he would prioritize his partner's safety and well-being. He'd go to great lengths to protect them. He's seen things he doesn't want you to witness, it would break his heart honestly.
🔥Despite his combat prowess, Hanzo is a terrible cook. GOD AWFUL. His attempts at making a simple sandwich often lead to hilarious disasters in the kitchen. YOU'D THINK FOR BEING ABLE TO CONTROL FIRE HE'D BE PERFECT BUT NO. He's not allowed near ANY kitchens.
🔥 Y'know his friendship finisher? He has a hidden collection of cute plush toys, which he claims are "for training purposes only." He cuddles with them when no one is around. One time you walked in and he was in a huge pile of these plushies, to which you got dragged down into.
🔥Outside of his usual outfit I feel like he dresses like a homeless man 🧍‍♂️
🔥I feel would keep an air of mystery around him, making his partner curious about his past and his fire like abilities. He wouldn't want to involve you in the past even if he's still clinging to it.
🔥Despite this his fiery nature would translate into a passionate and intense love. He'd express his feelings with great emotion.
🔥YOU GET FLOWERS EVERY MONTH BUT SOMETIMES THE STEMS ARE A BIT BURNT.
🔥Despite his agility and combat skills, Hanzo is notoriously clumsy in his everyday life. He often trips over his own feet, slips on banana peels, and crashes into things when not in battle. Imagine you watched him fight someone with no problems, he turns to give you a kiss or something like that and he trips over nothing.
🔥Being serious for a moment, I feel like he will definitely train his partner. God forbid he's not around to defend you and something happens, he doesn't want history to repeat itself.
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"My love what are you doing?"
The Earthrealm's warriors were used to the relentless training, the brutal battles, and the life-or-death scenarios. But there was one thing they couldn't quite wrap their heads around Hanzo's newfound obsession: cupcakes.
You were lounging in the living room of your shared home, scrolling through your tablet when you heard an unusual sound coming from the kitchen. Following the curious noise, you discovered your husband furiously whisking a bowl of batter, his mask hanging by his side as if it was just another day at the bakery he doesn't work at.
"What's going on here?" you asked, trying to stifle a laugh as you watched him struggle with a mixer.
Hanzo looked up, his fiery gaze locking onto you but he looked like a dear in headlights. "I have discovered the art of cupcakes," he declared, his voice as serious as ever.
You couldn't help but burst into laughter. "Honey, you're not allowed in the kitchen but you're making cupcakes?"
"Yes," he replied, determination in his eyes. "I was bored..." He mumbled as an excuse, but just the other day you and a friend were talking about wanting cupcakes.
Scorpion continued to wrestle with the mixer as you decided to step in. Gently taking the mixer from his hands with a soft chuckle. Together, you managed to create a lumpy cupcake batter that was a mix of all sorts of ingredients he had found in the kitchen. There were sweet and savory items like ketchup, chocolate chips, and even some mysterious spices. Did you know that? Absolutely not, is that for the better? You'll find out.
With a wink, you handed Hanzo a tray of cupcake liners. "Time to get these in the oven."
He nodded, but then his gaze fell upon the oven as he frowned. "How do I make it... bake with love?" he asked, looking genuinely puzzled. Causing you to giggle in amusement, causing him to break his confused mask he put up and laugh with you.
You smiled and set the oven to the right temperature. As you popped the tray into the oven. Hanzo stepped back, his memory flooding with flashbacks to the last time he used the oven.
A few minutes later, you were both treated to the smell of something that was part chocolate chip cookie, part ketchup-flavored cupcake wafting from the oven. You couldn't help but exchange a look and burst into laughter once again.
Your husband, however, couldn't go back to being serious, he was smiling like a child. "We shall call these 'Kombat Kupcakes,' a deadly delicacy," he announced with pride.
As you both sampled the cupcakes, your taste buds were assaulted by a strange combination of flavors. They weren't the best cupcakes, but there was no denying the effort Hanzo had put into making them.
And in that moment, you couldn't help but think, "You're ridiculous, Hanzo, but I love it."
As the two of you sat there, munching on the bizarre creations, you realized that even a fearsome fire bending ninja like Scorpion had a goofy and endearing side, one that you cherished above all else.
"You're still not allowed to use the kitchen."
"Oh come on I'm not a child!"
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Ice Creams of Divorce
Characters: Bdubs, Cleo, Scar, Etho
Wc: 920
Written for @flashfictionfridayofficial prompt 244, “Critical Ice Cream”
Ao3: Here!
“Mhmm,” Bdubs exaggerated delight with a mouthful of ice cream. “Delicious, right Cleo?”
Cleo didn’t respond. Bdubs turned to his left and they were glaring daggers at Etho from across the table. Etho, on his part, was bent towards the table trying to bring the ice cream to his face, but every time he moved the spoon closer, Cleo’s face hardened.
“Mom,” he whined. “The ice cream’s good, right?”
Cleo glanced at Bdubs and let out a small smile. “Of course, Bdubs.” Then looked back at the odd one out and continued frowning.
“Yes, Bdubs,” Scar said, across the table with his mouth full. “The ice cream is delicious. But it would be even better without Mister Deadbeat over there.”
“Come on, guys! He’s trying to reach out! Right dad?” Etho tried to speak but Bdubs continued. “Look! He’s here!”
“Yes, Bdubs, and that’s exactly the problem.”
“But! You guys were all in for the idea of inviting him! And it was all VERY civil during the meal! No one clawed the other’s eyes out! It makes no sense!”
“Oh, that was before dessert.” Scar said nonchalantly and Cleo nodded firmly, like that made any sense.
“So what!”
“I…” Etho spoke up, and all the eyes turned to him. He gulped, audibly. “I think I should probably… get going now.”
“What! No, dad!”
“Oh?” Cleo raised an eyebrow and crossed her arms. “Is your little friend group calling? Asking when you’ll stop ‘babysitting’?”
Bdubs gasped. “Oh, don’t you speak of TIES like that! They’re great people, I’ll have you know!”
Cleo and Scar looked at him and then at each other. He couldn’t read their minds but he didn’t like whatever was happening, no siree! 
“Right… Scar, could you and Bdubs go for a walk?” they said, eyes never leaving Etho.
“Gladly!” Scar said, pushing his chair back. A crash followed. Scar looked down and pouted. “Awe, my cane, not again.”
Bdubs wanted to say ‘told you so’ but he didn’t think it would be the best idea.
Still, he muttered, “Told you not to hook it on the chair.”
Scar was close enough to hear him, but he clearly ignored it. Or maybe he was just too focused on trying to get his cane from the floor that he didn’t listen. He was like that.
He should help him get it.
At once, it hit Bdubs. “Wait, no!” Eyes on him again. He corrected his tone. “What about we don’t go?” 
Bdubs could probably count the amount of hairs on Cleo that turned gray in the length of the conversation.
“Pray tell, why would you not?”
“Because you would kill him and he couldn’t defend himself! No offense Etho.”
“None taken, sadly.” His voice grew sad. “I’ve already been called washed up and past my prime—”
“That’s a lie!”
“—Cleo would kill me instantly. I’ve accepted it.”
“Look at what you did!” Bdubs said to his mom. “The comment still hurts him!”
“I never said he was washed up! Everyone else said that but me!” They tried to defend themself but the cards weren’t in their favor.
“Clockers! Etho!” Scar said suddenly. He was already standing, cane in hand. When did he pick it up? “We’re getting too off-topic now! Come on, Bdubs.”
“Nuh-uh, I’m not going anywhere.”
“Bdubs…” Scar said with a threatening voice.
“I wanna hear what mom’s gonna say.”
Cleo sighed. “Take a seat Scar. Finish your ice creams.”
Bdubs had completely forgotten about it, and by the looks of it, so had Scar. Both scoops had already half-melted.
“Look, Etho… I hate putting the children in the middle of this—”
Bdubs wanted to retort that he wasn’t a child. So he did. They all ignored him.
“But if you want to be present in their lives, we could strike up an arrangement. Won’t suddenly drop Bdubs on you nor will you visit unannounced. You could call ahead and decide when to see them. That could be a thing. Nothing’s stopping you.
“If, however,” she continued, “you’re gonna be an absent father, could you be at least absent?”
The room grew dead silent.
Then, cackling. 
“Oh my god.” Scar said as he laughed.
A puff of air escaped Bdubs. Then, he felt something start to rise to his throat, stuck there for a second. 
And it escaped.
Bdubs laughed.
His eyes closed and he didn’t hear his parents join in, but their exhales felt less tense now. Almost fond.
After a bit, they stopped laughing. The air was silent, but no longer thick. Bdubs looked at his dad.
Etho breathed, then said, “Yeah I would… I think I would like that. The first thing. If Scar doesn’t mind. I know he hates me.”
“And that won’t change any time soon,” Scar said like a reminder. “But whatever makes Bdubs happy. Just remember, you mess with one of us, you mess with all, Mister Slab. Clockers stay together above it all. Remember that.”
Etho nodded firmly. “I will.”
“Oh, one more thing,” Cleo said. “You can’t take Bdubs to your crew of friends. I don’t trust they’re good role models for him.”
“Mom!”
Etho hummed. “You know, yeah, I see what you mean.”
“WHAT.”
“We’re a bit rowdy,” he added thoughtfully.
Cleo groaned. “Don’t ever say that again or I’ll rescind the invitation.” They rested their arms on the table. “So, are we on the same page?”
Etho looked at Bdubs, then at Scar. Then, back at Cleo. And with determination in his voice, “Yes. We are.”
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millionsvash · 9 months
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I saw that your requests are open. I wanted to request one with modern setting with Knives x Reader in which the two have hate sex. They both hate each other deeply, but a argument suddenly turned into them fucking eachother 💙
Sooo....This ended up being the longest request I've written so far....enjoy!
Pairing: Knives x Reader (AFAB) CW: NSFW. Minors DNI 🔞. Dubcon, Public Sex (?), Genital spanking, degradation, finishing inside. Word Count: 1.9k Read here on AO3
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Typically, you were someone who got along with anyone. Even if it was a person you had distaste for, you always found ways to remain civil. You were a top student. You were passionate about your field of study and had gone to great lengths to ensure you knew the ins and outs of your field.
So when you were paired with another gifted student for a group assignment, you believed it was going to be a walk in the park. Looking back on it now, you realize you simply had too much faith in the world.
The assignment became nothing short of a nightmare for you. Your partner, Knives, had quite an ego. Yes, the grind he had put forth to reach this level was worth the praise, but it gave him no right to treat you like a dimwit.
Knives was critical of all the information you contributed. Despite providing trustworthy sources, he often whined that the information you presented must be shaky at best. Anytime you proved yourself correct, he would refuse to rescind or apologize for his comments.
You did your best to tolerate it all. There wasn't anyone who wanted to switch partners with you. If it was any consolation, the times when he wasn't fighting you proved to be slightly enjoyable. It turns out Knives is a somewhat interesting person when his inflated ego isn't getting in the way. However, It was doubtful you two would form any friendship out of this.
Your assignment was due tomorrow, so the two of you agreed to meet in the library to go over all the details. Once again, the two of you got into an argument. You had brought him back towards the academic book section, physically showing the tall blonde exactly where you sourced your information from. Yet he still refused to apologize for his remarks. You slam the book shut with great force, clutching it between your palms as weeks worth of anger finally boils over. 
"You have absolutely no manners. You say whatever the hell you want, and as soon as you're proven wrong, you act like a toddler. I'm sick of it." You say it through clenched teeth.
You notice his arms crossed and his facial expression unchanging. He doesn't speak a word; perhaps he's letting you spill your mind before he defends himself. Whatever his plan is, it won't stop you from speaking your mind.
"You aren't any better than me. We are equals academically. We get the same grades, attend the same classes, and do the same work. You hold nothing superior to me. I don't know where the hell you got such a large ego from, but it’s annoying as fuck."
You take a deep breath before you continue.
"I even tried to switch partners, and no one wanted to work with you. Is having this massive ego worth knowing no one likes you? Do you understand that it's the sole reason no one wants to be friends with you? If being the world's most lonely and pathetic man is your goal, then congratulations; you did it. I sure as hell will never speak to you again after this. God, fuck you Knives."
By the end of your speech, your face is burning with anger. You can even feel yourself trembling as your hand shoves the book you held back into its spot on the rack. The lingering silence from him is even more infuriating; you can't take it anymore.
You turn on your heels, stepping away from the blonde. Your movements are quickly halted when a strong hand grabs your arm. You stand in place, waiting to hear what he's planning to say, but no words come from him. Instead, you're harshly shoved against the bookshelf, a discomforted whine leaving you as the shelves dig into your flesh. A large, strong body stands behind you, keeping you perfectly pinned in place.
"You're certainly one to talk about egos, but you're right. My ego is greatly inflated. Do you know why?" You feel his words tickle your ear, and a warm breath moves down your neck. "Because I am the greatest person in this school. Since you seem to think otherwise, I'm more than happy to show you your place compared to me."
A hand is placed over your mouth to quell your protest. The front of your skirt is hiked up just enough to allow his free hand access to your sex. His fingers stroked up and down the fabric of your thong, tracing the outline of your folds in a teasing manner.
You gasp from behind his hand, making a loud yell that comes out almost inaudible from under his grasp. You two are out in the open. The library wasn't packed, but all it would take is one person to walk past, and you two would be seen as clear as day. You knew a few other students were studying nearby. This was a different level of risk.
Knives knew that too. It's exactly why his hand held firm against your mouth. Part of him didn't care. No one was going to challenge him. Everyone knew who he was, and the status he held. Knives could do whatever he wanted.
You feel a hand harshly smack against your pussy, causing your knees to buckle gently as a shot of pain travels through your body. Yet at the same time, you feel a gentle throb from your clit. That hand comes down once more, a whimper escaping into his hand, causing the man above you to chuckle. His hand grabs your panties quickly, shoving them down to your knees.
Delicate fingers rub against your folds, spreading your developing wetness around. "Seriously? You're getting wet from this?" He whispers to you. "Yet another reason you aren't better than me." His fingers slide downward, teasing your entrance with curious fingers. "Physically, mentally, and academically, I am the best student in this school. Maybe you’re a close second." He pulls his fingers up, splitting them apart to show the thin line of slickness that came from you. "But when you’re getting turned on by this? Heh…" He brought his hand back down and shoved two fingers inside of your cunt, causing your back to arch against him.
Your drawn-out moan is safely muffled by his palm. Thankfully, the hand driving fingers in and out of your aching pussy is also supporting you. Your legs feel like jelly, and you want to collapse right there. This is humiliating, but fuck, you can’t deny you’re turned on. He knows exactly where to press inside of you, making sure his fingers hit that sensitive spot every single time. The wet sounds coming from between your legs are the only noise allowed to escape.
He only gives you the satisfaction of a few more pumps before pulling his fingers out, a needy whine leaving you as your pussy hates the emptiness. He removes his hand from your mouth for only a second, giving you no time to speak as he shoves his fingers into your mouth. You made a surprised noise, as you could taste your own slickness on your tongue.
"Fuck, that’s hot…" Knives whispers those words so quietly, you almost don’t hear him. Just hearing those words from his low voice sent a shot of heat between your legs, your slick pooling happily around his fingers.
His hand is quick to slap back over your mouth, making sure to be rough about it so you don’t forget your place. The quick hiss of a zipper being pulled down rings out, before you feel his erection rubbing against your wet folds. He really is serious about fucking you right there.
"Suck." He whispers to you, the command of his voice causing a bubble of heat in your stomach. Your tongue swirls around his fingers, and very soft whimpering moans come from you as he watches you with great interest. After a minute of work, he finally pops his fingers out, saliva trailing from your lips to his digits.
His words piss you off, but he gets exactly what he wants, as you have no control over the noises coming out of you, especially when the tip of his cock is ramming against that sweet spot. You begin to wonder where he even learned to fuck like this. How would anyone want to sleep with someone who has such a nasty attitude?
"Try not to make too much noise now." His voice is hushed and low, his teeth digging gently into your ear lobe as he pushes his cock inside you, and it is divine. It stretches you just right, and he makes sure to push himself all the way in, every inch filling you. Your muffled sounds are like a heavenly melody to him.
His free hand grabs one of your legs, holding it up and off to the side as he begins his rough thrusting inside of you. "You know, I like you better when these are the noises leaving your mouth. Hearing you bitch at me is no fun. Think you could moan a little more for me?"
Each thrust inside of you gives you your answer. He’s good—too good. He’s got you seeing stars every time his cock pushes in, whimpering and mewling every time he slowly pulls it back.
"Fuck…" He breathes out through his nose, his voice husky. "You feel so fucking good…" 
Those words almost made your eyes roll back into your head. As much as you hated him, he was attractive. Just hearing him compliment you like that made you dizzy with lust. You’d never admit it, but you wouldn’t mind hooking up with him on a regular basis.
"It’s like your pussy was made for me. It takes me so perfectly." He whispers once more. The hand that supported your leg pushed it forward, allowing your foot to rest on the bookshelf. Fingers trailed up your thigh until they found your clit, rubbing in circles with a hurried pace to match the quickness of his thrusting. 
It was all building up, and he knew it. The way your muffled moans became louder and more desperate. He had to use all his strength to keep you up. "Cum. Cum for me."
Your brain snaps. You throw your head back, his hand quick to follow as you cry out in pleasure, your cunt spasming around his cock as he continues his relentless thrusting, drawing out your orgasm as long as possible. A few hefty grunts escape before he shoves in deep, filling you up with his hot seed as a guttural moan comes from him.
The two of you relish in your highs for a moment before he pulls himself out and stuffs his cock back into his pants. He’s even kind enough to pull your thong back up for you, stepping back as he admires the fucked-out expression on your face.
"Come with me back to my dorm. I’ll show you some extra sources we can add to our project." He stepped away, hand motioning for you to follow.
That was a lie. You knew exactly what was going to happen.
That man royally pissed you off, but no one had ever made you cum as hard as he did. You followed him, ready to get to know him on a more personal level.
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This is Halloween (Rooster x Reader)
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Just a bit of funny fluff for you all on this fine evening.
Yours and Roosters Halloween plans.
*****
“So what are we doing for Halloween?” Rooster asked while the two of you were sitting on the couch. Jeopardy was getting interesting, and the two of you tried to answer as many questions as you could.
“Uh– I think Fanboy is throwing a party,” you stated, still staring at the screen, “he did last year, and he asked me if he did if you and I would come.”
“You said yes right?” Bradley questioned, staring ahead just as you were. 
“No, Roos, I said no,” the sarcasm dripped from your tone and you saw him smirk, “If I said no I wouldn’t get to show off my amazing costume.”
That got his attention, head swiftly turning to look at you. You returned the smirk he had given you a few seconds earlier.
“Oh? What costume would that be?” he inquired, leaning in close to you.
“None of your business, Lieutenant,” you smiled into the kiss he pressed onto your lips, giggling at the tickle of his mustache.
“Well now I’m curious,” his arms snaked around your waist, kissing you again, “something sexy I hope?”
“The sexiest thing in the world,” you promised him and he growled, Jeopardy completely forgotten for the evening. 
Despite the activities that traumatized the couch that night, you never broke and said what your costume was.
*****
You were whispering with Phoenix over in yours and Rooster’s shared bedroom when the latter walked in. The plotting immediately ceased and he looked at the two of you suspiciously.
“What are you up to?” he demanded hesitantly.
“Planning,” Phoenix responded simply.
“For what?” he continued.
“Halloween,” she responded once more, and you guiltily bit your lip.
“What?! She gets to know your costume and I don’t?” Rooster pointed at the other woman in an accusatory manner.
“She’s helping me with it! It’s a surprise!” you defended, and Bradley put his hand on his heart and shook his head back and forth.
“It better be a damn good costume, babe,” he states, giving you a kiss on the head and exiting the room.
*****
You had been stuck at work later than you expected, and had told Bradley to go ahead to the party; promising to meet him there. You knew Rooster was dressed up as a firefighter, he had admitted it to you in an effort to get you to fess up. You were excited, but even more so for him to see your costume.
When you put the final touches on your costume, you stared at yourself in a floor length mirror, laughing at how amazing you looked.
“The hottest there ever was,” you mused, turning to leave for the party.
***** 
Bradley was standing around waiting for his girl to arrive, chatting with the other aviators. He was one or two drinks in, and arguing with Payback about a television show both men watched when Hangman suddenly whooped.
“Hey now! Here comes trouble!” he grinned, loving your costume.
It was not at all what Rooster expected. He turned around to see you standing there, hair up, in one of his Hawaiian shirts, jeans, his aviators, and a ridiculous fake mustache. You struck a pose and everyone laughed out loud. 
Rooster… loved it. 
He doubled over with the rest of the group, nearly pissing himself from laughing so hard. It was the laugh that his dad had passed down to him, and you knew you did good.
“SO? WHAT DO WE THINK?” you prompted him, gesturing with your hands.
“Baby, that’s HYSTERICAL WHAT THE FUCK,” he was laughing all over again.
He did not expect you to whip out your phone and start blasting Great Balls of Fire from the little speaker, but that’s exactly what you did; doing his funny little dance from the bar. You didn’t give Rooster a second to breathe before you were dancing your way through the crowd over to the drinks. People laugh at you, realizing your costume as you pass.
As he watched you go, breathing heavily to recover from your shenanigans, he realized at that moment that he was going to marry you one day. In fact, he started ring shopping the very next morning.
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two-white-butterflies · 11 months
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WAITING FOR A BUS
Pairings: Aemond Targaryen x Reader, Daemon Targaryen x Reader (MODERN)
Description: A new promotion at work prompts you to move into a small modest town with your boyfriend, Aemond Targaryen. There you meet a few friendly faces. It seems like life is going where it's supposed to. That is until you meet your new boss, Daemon Targaryen, who is your boyfriend's estranged uncle.
It doesn't help with the fact that you've been having dreams about him since birth.
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After the conversation, Olenna left the both of you alone - she figured that giving you time to think was important. "He murdered someone. Bloody crazy." you mumbled, retracing the conversations that you had with him - searching for signs that he was only showing you a facade of what he was.
"I knew that he was unhinged, but not fucking mad." he replied rubbing circles on his palms.
When a Targaryen is born, the gods flip a coin - madness and greatness are their two sides.
"That could've been me," you huffed, forgetting about the coffee in front of you. Aemond has always been - different, anger pumped through his veins and his emotions changed as easily as he breathed. "I wanna get the hell out of here, Daemon." you added, finding comfort in his presence.
"I don't want to see anyone that we know. I don't wanna see Aegon, or Helaena or Alicent." you rambled off, remembering the times that they defended Aemond's hostility towards you. They didn't harm you - but they tolerated the harm that was happening to you.
He would scream at you in front of them, talk about indecent things in your presence, and all that they could say was: it was normal.
Yes, it was normal.
It was normal for Aemond to act that way, but it didn't make it right.
Daemon watches you descend into the past. His hands snake towards the small of your back, comforting you silently with his warm palms. He could see right though you - every neuron and thought that went through your brain.
"Did they know about the murder?" you ask, eyes narrowing at the thought of death. Alicent was a good person, but a mother will go through lengths to protect her children.
He leans into his chair. He takes a deep breath before opening his mouth. "Apparently, Aegon testified in his defense." he answered truthfully, recalling the words that were written in the report. "Fuck, that's messed up." you cursed, burying your head in your palms.
"I-I don't think I can ever look at them in the same way again." you stuttered, a permanent title was etched above their names. Criminals and defenders.
"You don't have to look at them again. We can move away from here - and forget all about them. You studied five-years in law. You can continue studying if you want to." he offered, retracting his hand and playing with his watch.
He's been thinking about leaving for a long time. He's been wanting to finish his Ph.D since he's stepped foot inside Dragonview. He only stayed because there was a reason to stay.
"I'd love that."
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(Five-Years Later)
It's been five years since you disappeared off the face of the earth. You can still remember the day that you left: May 8, 2023 - and everything after that was pure bliss.
You and Daemon quickly moved into Switzerland, enjoying the snow - and the scenery around you. He finished studying for his Ph.D a few years quicker than he was supposed to - you however postponed finishing your law degree. Instead, you focused on teaching kinder-gardeners and healing from your scars. The both of you were lucky to welcome your first child, Maekar Targaryen.
After Switzerland - you moved to Siargao.
The warm sand was kissing your barefoot. The shoreline was beautiful in the morning, but the sun was far different than what they had in Canada. There was humidity in the air, and the sun felt like razor blades in the afternoon.
"Do you wanna go for a swim?" Daemon asks while pulling your hand closer to the water.
"It's not safe yet, I don't want to get stung." you whined but he keeps laughing and pulling you inside the water.
The water was warm - slightly colder than the sand. It was comforting to be in paradise - the constant feel of the current on your legs, and his warm hands that were wrapped around yours.
"They're not gonna bite you, I promise." he smiled, placing a soft kiss on your cheek. He was enjoying life - the both of you were. "The last time we took a morning swim, I had to get hauled to the hospital." you recall and he shakes his head.
"I'm sorry for that," he laughed, as the both of you walked deeper into the water. The seaweed was tickling your feet. You tried to avoid the corals and the fishes. The smell of salt-water flooded your nose. You remove your hand from his own. You lift both of your arms, holding onto him for balance.
You couldn't reach the water anymore - and he was the only person tall enough to reach it at this point. "It's nice here," you mumbled, burying your face in the crook of his neck. He smelled like home.
"Let's stay here for a while." you add, his hands wrap around you for balance. "We should live here - I'll buy a house right there, beside the celebrity's house - so Maekar can swim whenever he wants to." he imagined, earning a playful glare from you.
"And who's going to watch him?" you huffed, his hands wrap around you tighter. "Me." he answered, reaching for your jaw with his free hands - pulling you closer and bridging your lips together.
His lips tasted like salt, but his mouth was sweet.
"I love you, Dae."
"I love you too."
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You walked slowly to your beach-chair - hair dripping with water. Maekar and the maid were sitting on one of the chairs, watching the sun shine. Your little boy liked being on the beach - he also hated wearing sunscreen, much to your dismay.
He was wily, and talkative. He blabbered about a subject, but none could understand what he was talking about - he was only four months old anyways. He always reached for your hair, bite his father's fingers - and laugh at everything he saw.
He was half of your soul. You love him with all of your heart.
You fish for the phone inside of your bag. There were a few notifications from work and pilates, but one of them managed to catch your eye - it was Rhaenyra messaging you from the abyss.
NYRA 5:49AM It's been a while. I was hoping that you and Daemon could come back here. It's very important. NYRA 5:49AM As you know...Alicent's been struggling with her disease for a long time now. She died peacefully inside her house. Aegon and his kids were there, but she's getting buried a few days from now and none of us know where you are. NYRA 6:00AM It would mean the world for us if you attended. The funeral's being held in the Clubhouse, come whenever. 💚
You read out the long message, tears flooding your vision as the news became too heavy for you to bear. "Daemon!" you call out to him and he emerges from the waves, wearing a badge of confusion.
"Yeah?" he asked, reaching for the towel on the sand. He wraps it around his torso - eyebrows merging into each other as he sees the tears that were flowing from your irises. "Alicent's dead." you informed, before wrapping your arms around him in grief.
"Oh no," he replied, combing through your hair.
He didn't believe that Alicent was part of the family - but she was the mother of his niece and nephews. She suffered under the abuse of her husband, his brother, and that earned her respect. Her existence didn't leave a mark on his life - but it left a mark on yours.
"We need to be there, I need to see her." you pleaded and he nodded his head. He could never disagree with you. "I'll book the tickets. We'll take the quickest flight out of here." he promised while turning his head towards his baby boy. "Hello, Maekar." he leaned down on the chair, taking the boy out of Liz's hold.
"We'll bring him. His cousins should meet him." you inform, staring lovingly at the little boy. He tried to reach for your hair, but Daemon pulls him away.
"You silly boy, always reaching for mama's hair." he chuckles, rocking the baby gently.
next chapter>>
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ONE LAST CHAPTER (for my own self-indulgence)
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gale-gentlepenguin · 1 year
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What would happen if there was arrival swap between Lila and Alya?
OOOOO! I dont think Ive done that before.
(What if Lila and Alya's arrival was swapped) (part 1)
-Of course Lila is someone that goes great lengths to get attention, so rumors about her are spreading even before the first day, but since it is the first day, its not as much of a big deal since a student showing up in the middle of the school year is more of news than at the beginning.
-Marinette's first day is the exact same until Marinette showed up for class. (So the macrons, running into Fu, etc)
-Lila clashes with Chloé. Yes, for Lila realized that at this moment people saw Chloé as this mean threat and no one to mess with. How do you become popular with others? Call her out. Lila was the one that defended Marinette from chloé and what luck, Marinette was grateful. Plus with Lila's over the top actions with it, most of the class cheered her on.
-Chloé decides to dismiss marinette, because her new target was Lila. How dare this upstart try and act like she's the queen on campus.
-Marinette gives Lila the macron and they become friends. (No splits) Lila smiles as her plan to win over the class worked
-Everything with Adrien is pretty much the same, with him getting caught and running into fu.
-Ivan becomes stoneheart and the introductions of the kwami are the same.
-The difference, Lila wasn’t going to see the akuma. She already was popular and was at home plotting.
-So ladybug and chat noir dealt with the akuma like in canon but messed up meaning the akuma was still out there.
-There is no Ladyblog since Alya wasn’t there to inspire it, and Lila has no interest in starting one. Since the heroes are too new to have a consensus on Lila decides not to make any lies about knowing the heroes.
-Adrien arriving at school in part two. Chloe is all over him, but this time Lila is also in pursuit. She knows Adrien’s a model and that’s her ticket to bigger things. Trying to bond with him about being a new student too.
-Chloe still pulls the gum prank but Adrien tries to fix it. Resulting to the annoyed Marinette.
-Side note, seeing how focused Lila was on other things, Marinette doesn’t slide her miraculous into Lila’s bag. Especially when Lila is telling her to move past the gum thing. Something which Marinette takes issue with.
-stoneheart happens the same way. And since Marinette didn’t get rid of her miraculous she still has it, but doesn’t transform right away. It’s only after seeing the danger and realizing she just can’t leave it alone. She transforms
-Ladybug and chat noir face stoneheart and the Hawkmoth appearance. In which Ladybug gets encouraged and she has her speech. Though not as confident as in canon. She still gets the job done.
-Mylène and Ivan get together in canon.
-The next day Lila asks Marinette what she knows about Ladybug, since she is new to Paris and suddenly heard of the hero. Marinette says that ladybug is new and doesn’t have much information. Lila makes a note to find out more, maybe use for later.
-Marinette doesn’t do the chair thing, mainly because even with her newfound heroic confidence. It’s not as grand as it is if Alya was there.
-Adrien does feel bad about the gum thing. And thus the umbrella scene happens. Because Nino is still there to help him realize things.
-Marinette realizes she got a crush on the boy. But with her friend Lila, who also has interest in him, that’s not good at all.
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shut-up-rabert · 1 year
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You fucking piece of propagandist shit…..
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So I has this muslim propaganda channel in my recommendation (I literally watch videos from Sham Sharma Show youtube the fuck is wrong with you?) called Smile 2 Jannah and he had a video about molestation relating to holi 🤡 So original, amirite?
(I’d suggest watching the stupid video before going into the rant for being able to understand what in the bullshit is written below here)
First of all brother in Christ no one is asking you to play, are they? It is good to raise issues, yes, but if you are a propaganda channel earning from polarising a group of induviduals via one sided narrative, it does put your intentions under skepticism. Hmmmmmm.
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Intro (dhakan)
Now, for his first point:
India’s ruling party blah blah blah, RSS blah blah blah, Hindutva blah blah blah main gadhe ka bacha hun blah blah blah
How. Does. Molestation. On. Holi. Relate. To. Fucking. Central. Government.?.
IT HAS BEEN A THING UNDER VARIOUS PM’S TENURES OHMYGOD-
Do you honestly think that once voting was completed on that fateful afternoon of May 2014 these perverts rose from the earth or something😭 bhaiya thode restarted ho kya?
Sounds ridiculous, right? My thoughts exactly while hearing you utter those goddamn words.
Next, he shows a clip of said molestation. Those of you who know me already understand my stance on this, but lets get into this when he does. Now, onto this idiot’s next segment:
Story of holi (haan bhai tu bata hume tujhe zyaada pata hai)
Hiranyakashyap yada yada yada holika yada yada yada Holika Dahan blu bleh flu fleh
First of all, my dear friend. We don’t celebrate holi faag due to those reasons— that would be holi dahan, it precedes Holi faag aka the day you are covering in this video by one whole day. Great research 👍🏼
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Holi Fāg is celebrated because Lord Krishna and his friends used to pluck flowers of early spring, extract colour from them via pestling and smear it on each other as a childish game. Completely harmless, no? Unless you have issues about teenage boys and girls playing around or something XD
And lets not end it here, my man has some
✨interesting✨
opinions about Holika Dahan aswell
Holika was manipulated into burning her own nephew alive, poor woman🥺
Same level of intellect as “Ravan was just a good brother who wanted to exploit a married woman totally against her wishes for his sis’s perverseness UwU”
Holika has nowhere been mentioned to be manipulated. If anything, the texts say that she was willing for it to happen. Imagine trying to defend a literal demon who was trying to burn her own nephew alive, for fuck’s sake my man…
now, onto the story of powder (sorta disclaimer: I’m writing the points while watching the video myself, so if there’s inconsistencies and incidents of me jumping the gun, I’m surry ;-;) This is a believed story aswell, true, but the reason he chose this one over the flowers one is veryyy clear; its easy to propagate :D
Krishna liked Radha, skin colour diffrences, maiyya Yashoda, Oh my Him he’s doing rAcIsM—
First of all, his original form isn’t even black; he’s actually blue. Blue of the Sky, he is described as. He incarnates in various shades from dusky to midnight dark to sky blue to green to milky white. Why? Because all the shades are same to him. We literally have gods who are called Bhadra Kāli (beautiful black woman), Krishnā (her with a dusky tone), Shyam Sundar (Black skinned in handsome) , Sundar Sanvaro ( Handsome and Dusky) but of COURSE our gods are doing racism. No propaganda here guys, none whatsoever
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(there was no need for this pic here but y’all LOOK AT VASUKI T-T)
One thing he IS surprisingly right about is how colonisation had an effect on our perception of beauty, because ancient Indian texts are all praises about Krishna’s own beauty, going to the lengths of showing that he was so beautiful that he stole the maternal affection from his playmates mothers aswell. So no, he wasn’t sending any wrong messages by acting as an oblivious child because colourism wasn’t an issue back then.
Second of all, The story is incorrect. He did not “long” for Radha. They were literal little children in this one, unlike the other one where they are teens. This is just childish curiousity at play, about tall and short, about fair and dark, about this and that. We literally have a renowned lullaby about this, where Krishna is curiously asking his Mother why him and Radha are two different shades and she lovingly gives creative answers about the same.
What he was doing was, he wanted to play with Radha, but was afraid she would not play with him because they look “different” (NOT because he thought his skin was inferior to hers, he literally chose that skin) so Maiyya Yashoda told him to play with coulours so they are all the same shade (neither dark nor fair, just plain colourful). This man is so shameless he’s glossing over everything just to degrade us. Imagine being so fucking insecure that you need to actively bring other religions down to feel devotes. You don’t need youtube my man, you need Jesus.
…..He literally degraded christianity RIGHT after I said Jesus. How is he so fucking vindictive? Jesus wasn’t black OR white, he was *drumroll please* Brown! My man Yeshua was from Nazareth, he wasn’t technically black. Do you want him to have Vitiligo to prove that he doesn’t chose one colour over the other?
Christian Jesus isn’t white: Western Jesus is. African Christians have portrait of him as a black man, Chinese scriptures show him of Asian features. And while you may like to think its problematic, I think its beautiful and Jesus wouldn’t even mind people of that time interpreting him such to be close to him. Humans are spiteful PoS, Gods are not! Imagine personifying your own Prophet because you are just that hateful.
Like I already pointed out, that’s not it my man. Refer to the points above the Jesus rant. Trying to twist things won’t work here, maybe you think you can put words in God’s mouth but all we see is an audacious piece of crap trying his best to change a narrative we are well versed in and attached to for his own interests.
The reason he knew she “liked” (as much as you can “like” someone in a childish way) him back was because their minds were connected. They knew each other’s thoughts and feelings. Why? Because she is his soulmate. She is Krishna’s other half, she is Goddess Laxmi in a human form, The wife and eternal Love of Lord Vishnu, who is the one incarnated as Krishna.
And was this a grown man touching a grown woman? No, it wasn’t. It was a kid playing with another kid, think a little boy throwing water balloons on a little girl. He never touched her inappropriately even in their teens, when they were actually in love with each other. Them not having had a sexual relationship is one of there core factors that strengthens their bond as lovers.
See how he doesn’t even mention the second story aka the one I mentioned in the Fāg segment? Yeah, me too.
And while we are at it, can we please talk about how (not so) subtely he is trying to degrade our Gods here? Accusing someone people worship as Supreme of racism by hiding facts, questioning what kind of message he is sending to a population that does not even practice the said religion, saying stuff like ‘quote unquote God’, accusing someone’s God of sexual harrasment (this is a new low guys) . Yeah, we see your motives here asshole.
Your genuine curiosity on stuff you think is not cut out for you or is questionable is welcome, your passive agressive comments on someone people worship are not. You do not follow the said God, Your subscribers don’t follow him, we who do are not running a cult here either. What is your position to discuss someone else’s God in a humanising way where you put him in a position akin to humans? Having a one sided dictate based on half assed reasearch , furthered with nitpicking of negatives and adding your own “thoughts” on it to make it sound bad, and putting your personally motivated views to a biased audience is very much crossing the line of civil. Fuck off already.
Now, back to what my man has to say:
Where Holi went wrong
according to Smarty Pants McAllknowing here, the Japanese girl incident is reflective of what Shree Krishna was upto. Is it? We know its not, but is the audience that he is trying to not so softly influence aware? Nope.
Molestation and Roadside Romeos causing chaos on holi are common occurences. People get gropped, harrassed, and has even resulted in crimes like rape and death. There’s a fine line between being playful in a way that is enjoyable and being a nuisance, and people with malicious intents are likely to cross it on purpose. Most of us were playing with our family and friends and having fun instead of going out of our way to bother strangers, that’s basic decency on any given day and Holi doesn’t change that for most of us ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ So majority of us celebrate it like any other festival, given with a lot more excitement and carefreeness, but that too is constricted to our peers.
Also, lets make one thing clear shall we: people with bad intentions don’t just ‘pop-up’ on occassions, they are actively looking for a loop to be perverts without consequences.
It is not that Holi was created to give perverts ammo, it is that holi is being used as a shield by people who are generally deviants aswell. It is an issue amongst the Hindu community and trying to make us the perpetrators as a whole in our own personal matter which we are trying to solve is not only intrusive, its disrespectful aswell.
You think people are fine and good all 364 days and decide to become hornie motherfuckers just when holi is around the corner?? Its the fucking perverts, not Holi and other Hindus playing. No, and trying to defame holi which again 95% of us play normally without all that gropping is nothing short of an attempt to defame the festival.
There are women who have reported being raped while on Pilgrimages (including Hajj, highlighting for my self righteous friend here), does that make the pilgrimage spot evil? Huh?
Now, going on to what happened to those women. Its bad, and those people deserve to be punished by the law because of outraging a woman’s modesty. But tell me with a straight face that the rest if is who were just having fun with our family are responsible, or all of us collectively playing holi are responsible?
Reminds me of this honestly:
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Same with the muslim woman being attacked, its shameful that these perverts would go to such lengths, and again deserve to be locked up, but your accusations at the government controlling news is so ridiculous its laughable.
The government would have done a better job hiding its cracks at Farmer’s protests and Hijab issues now, would they have not? They would have censored The Hindu, whose head is a member of communist party, TOI and IE. And what is the point in leaving NDTV up there who would give you more fuel for your accusations if you only look? The government has many active critics, and a lot of anti hindu media exists, but sure, we are controlling XD
Lynchings are harmful and are should be condemned, so I feel reluctant questioning you here, even though your intentions of bringing lynching in a video not even related to it is peculiar, to say the least. Why did you suddenly go off the tangent to tackle crimes against muslims in a video regarding Hindu festivals? Everything we do and have is connected to Islam on such mind bending rationales it doesn’t even surprise me anymore.
……..The beef being talked about is BUFFALO BEEF?! LMFAOOOO this guy isn’t even trying to hide his agenda anymore😭😭😭 jaa bhai, galti meri hi hai
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Connecting it with Islam AGAIN? Man, this guy’s victim complexion is strong, yikes.
They are not allowed to grope or touch us non consensually. Infact, Shree Krishna whom you so conviniently insulted killed a man because he said illicit words about his best friend who was a woman. The said Woman also resulted in a kingdom’s fall because she was manhandled by the princes. Furthermore, in his previous incarnation Krishna killed a demon who had tried to molest his wife. If you think that anyone can grope us and not get slapped into the stars, then you have no clue what our scriptures teach us to be like.
Look, I respect your religions ways of treating women as sacred or pure or what it is that you guys believe in (and totally disrespect your ways of trying to glorify your religion in a video that is already degrading another one), but that’s where we vary. If an educated Hindu man saw me extending my hand for a greeting, he would take it. Why? Because I am an equal. I’m just another human if I’m not a woman he is platonically or romantically related to. In the ancient days we all folded our hands and greeted from afar, now we shake hands when meeting professionally. I like it this way, you like it yours, how about not try to patronise us?
Me trying to find where this sudden hype of Islam is coming from in a video not even related to it:
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Okay, that accusation about hindu men fondling people left right and centre? Aren’t you inflating things a bit a lot? Is it too much to ask you to stop speaking over us??
Everything was (still kinda) well and good up until you decided to drag hinduism again. Why did God allow Holi? To celebrate with your family like Diwali and Navratri? We don’t go out bothering strangers on other two and Holi was specifically being played between Krishna and his friends? No one outside was being bothered.
Also, if you really need to toot your religion’s horn by a (biased) comparison with someone else’s, then believe me when I say that your faith in God isn’t half as strong as you like to think, since you need a catalyst that requires you too be a shit person. We never asked what your religion is like, we don’t even care, that’s your personal matter. Why try to grab our attention by falsely accusing what we believe in and force us to form a negative opinion on you? Who do you think you are, to drag my gods into this?
Also, is it just me or does it seem like this guys is talking about women but not to them? Its like he hasn’t addressed women in this video even once and thinks men are the primary ones concerned with issues like groping and how women are to be touched or not. He is literally using women as a bait without really bringing our psychology regarding all this into play. Am I the only one who finds it concerning?
Islam is practical— DID I FUCKING ASK?? NO, BECAUSE I DON’T FUCKING CARE! IT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH HOLI OMG—
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This guy has his head so far up his ass, he can’t stop talking about things he thinks make him superior. I swear to God, don’t feel surprised if he makes a video about why guys with (whatever was his first tricycle) fucking stomp over others who grew up with “girl bikes”.
I know its not my place to say it, but I just wanna bust this guy’s bubble so I’m sorry to any muslim reading it: Its the fastest growing religion because it has the highest birth rate, and conversion for sake of marriage. And about his point regarding women converting, Not saying that there aren’t those who genuinely do and good for them, but whose gonna tell him about the dark stuff happening here💀 A part of me thinks he already knows but thinks its wonderful.
So yeah, that was all from this asshole. I hope this white bearded man baby grows up and learns to reach God with his chosen path, without requiring to bring others down. All in all, my last words to this guys are:
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great mistakes 4/7 {attoye}
pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3 | pt. 5
ao3 link
summary: "you cannot be wise and in love at the same time."
pairing: okoye x attuma
warnings: violent description, the lovers are quarreling
a/n: i'm sorry for the length of this chapter, but chapter 3 was incredibly short
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"What could be the meaning of this?" the Talokan king's sarcastically laced voice came as he entered the throne room with Namora, Attuma, and four others surrounding him. 
M'Baku and Shuri stood as they approached, M'Baku not amused by the king's sarcastic tone. It had been Shuri's idea to start defending before Talokan had the opportunity to strike, but M'Baku knew the risks of starting another war with them, suggesting a meeting instead. Everyone knew that Wakanda could not take anymore losses, nor could Shuri. 
Namor nodded at Shuri's silence and flicked his eyes over to M'Baku, who was just as quiet.
"It was done by one of your people," Namor stated, confident in his accusation. "The technique of the cuts are specific to Wakanda."
"And this gives you the right to kill an innocent man due to one mishap?" Shuri questioned gravely.
It was obvious that the young woman still had to navigate her role as a peace-holder between the two nations, but the council depended on the hope that Namor held enough of a soft spot for the princess to go easy on her and as well as Wakanda.
"Our man was innocent, was he not?"
Shuri opened her mouth to respond, but M'Baku's patience had grown thin.
"You know that your man died by Wakandan hands and we know that our's died by yours. What do you want?" he questioned, tone commanding yet trying to refrain from sounding as he was threatening the powerful king before him.
"Bring me the murderer," Namor requested sternly. "I will kill them myself and all will be settled between us."
Shuri shot a glance at M'Baku and shook her head.
"We cannot do that," she told him. "There must be another way, yes?"
"No," he responded, standing solidly on his request.
"We will bring you the killer," M'Baku agreed, earning a retort from the princess.
"M'Baku-"
"I am king!" he interrupted. "It is my decision and I say that we will hand the killer over."
Namor nodded, satisfied.
"Good," he replied. "Deliver them at the shore at sunrise, and work out the problems in your power balance. I cannot have my allies so unorganized. It makes us weak."
The king left the room with Namora hot on his trail, Attuma following last.
Shuri glanced at Okoye, worry written all over her face, which Okoye would be sure to ask about later.
"Princess, you must understand my decision to-"
Shuri was not listening as she had already begun making her way out of the room and to her lab, hurrying to get there.
"Go," Okoye told Aneka, who followed the princess immediately.
She gave a look to M'Baku, wondering what they knew, but she knew very well that M'Baku would not disclose any information before he decided that he was prepared to. Her best bet would be to confront Shuri.
Okoye left the room and moved quickly, knowing that if she could make it to Shuri's lab quick enough, a certain blue man wouldn't be able to reach her. She'd learned that he had a habit of picking out exactly where she was and she could not stand to be near him. She wasn't sure if it was because she couldn't stand herself for trusting him in the first place or if she just couldn't stand him for deceiving her.
Her attempt was in vain because, of course, he'd managed to break away long enough to find her. All it had taken was telling K'uk'ulkan's that he wanted to observe more of the palace to learn the layout in the event that the Wakandans did not obey K'uk'ulkan's wishes to hand over the murderer.
"Okoye!" he called after her, attempting to keep his voice at a whisper. "Okoye!"
He was rounding corners right behind her, internally pleading that she would give him just a moment, some time to assure her that he was unaware of K'uk'ulkan's intentions. She kept walking, ignoring his pleas to speak with her. When he finally caught up with her, he grabbed her arm and spun her to look at him. She scoffed at him for grabbing her and at herself for letting herself get caught. 
"You ran," he commented, pulling her close enough so that he wouldn't have to speak loudly. She scoffed at him and jerked her arm from his grip, pointing an accusing finger. 
"You said you did not know. I asked you and you said that you did not know what was happening," she began, keeping her voice at as much of a whisper as she could. "Yet, you are off killing Wakandans in the early morning!"
"You know that I would never kill you, do you not? Why did you run?"
She gave him an exasperated laugh, backing away from him. He took a step forward with her. 
"Attuma, you do not get to choose which ones of us you get to slaughter in your waging of war! By killing one, you have killed a part of all of us." 
"Okoye, you must listen to me," he tried to reason, his hand reaching out once more to take her wrist. Attuma grabbed her other wrist as well for extra precaution in case she attempted to strike him. "I did not lie to you."  
She wanted to believe him. For just a split second, she thought he might have been telling her the truth, but that's what had gotten her in this predicament in the first place. Okoye pulled away from him as hard as possible, but his grip only tightened around her. 
"No," she said softly. Maybe it was more for herself than it was meant for him, a reminder not to let him get into her head again. 
He sighed, suddenly crowding her space as his hands came up to cup her face. She shook her head, trying not to let the feeling of his warmth seep into her mind and cloud her judgement again, but it was becoming ever difficult as his thumb traced over her lip and threatened to make her change her mind in just a short moment. 
"You have to know that I would never, I could never hurt you, Okoye," he breathed softly. "You ran. You did not fight me, Okoye. You did not wish to harm me in the way that I wished not to harm you."
"You expected me to take on the three of you alone? My escape was for my life, not an assurance that I hold a soft spot for you in my heart," she ensured, taking an invisible dagger and pushing it through his heart.
She hadn't really put any thought into why she hadn't tried to fight him, if it was to ensure she lived if Namora or Namor came to assist him or if it was because if she decided to fight him right then, she would probably do her best to harm or even kill him for his betrayal. Maybe it was a bit of both.
A throat clearing pulled them from their temporary daze. Okoye backed away from him, turning to find Aneka at the end of the hallway without a bit of surprise on her face. Attuma wondered for a split second what Okoye had told her, but wasn't allowed the chance to ask as she was already breaking away from him and walking off. Attuma let her go, finding an ounce of relief in the fact that if she'd truly wanted to harm him like he'd thought, she would have never let him grab her the way he had. He inhaled deeply as he watched her leave, wishing he could rip his own heart from his chest to make himself stop fantasizing of the possibility of reconciling with her on the brink of a war between their nations. Never in his life had he felt the need to justify his actions to anyone other than the gods, never valued the judgement that fell on him from others. But, here was Okoye, present in his every thought since they'd met.
Aneka walked until she was directly in front of him. 
"She is not the woman that you scorn, warrior. Have you not taken enough from her?" she bit, poking Attuma right at his guilty conscience. "Do not test your luck with her because it will soon run out. I'm sure that by now you know how she deals with the men that betray her."  
Aneka caught up to Okoye, not prodding as they walked the rest of the way to Shuri's lab. She'd figured he was fond of her, figured that there was emotion between the pair, but she was unsure of how she never connected the dots of a relationship. 
"What do you want to know?" Okoye sighed finally as she could feel the questions running through Aneka's mind. 
Aneka stayed silent for a moment, trying to decide what she wanted to know first. There was plenty that she wanted to know. Ayo always called her nosey, but she felt that she had the right to be this time. She wanted to know how, when, all of it.
She remembered the facade that she and Ayo had put on only a few years before in fear of retaliation from Okoye. She found it ironic that they'd feared her reaction so much only to have her tell them she'd known from the beginning, and now, Okoye was in a similar situation. She settled for something simpler that wouldn't put Okoye more on the edge than she already was.
"I take it that he is more than just a sparring partner?" Aneka inquired knowingly. 
Okoye gave her a wry smile but didn't deny it, knowing it was no use to try and slip one past the so observant Aneka. She knew Aneka had already put the puzzle pieces together. 
"Do not worry. I will not let Ayo know of your involvement with the Talokanil," Aneka laughed lightly. "It is over, yes?"
Okoye nodded in response, not being able to help the regretful feeling inside of her. She wasn't sure what it was that she was regretting. Was she upset that she had involved herself with Attuma or not allowed him the opportunity to explain himself? She had no time to figure it out now. Based on Shuri's reactions in the throne room, their nations were going to war, and she needed to push all thoughts of him out.
Aneka noticed Okoye's solemn nature and sighed, placing a supportive hand on her shoulder. 
"We have to work on your taste in men, my friend," she joked, getting a soft smile out of Okoye. "Why is it always Wakandan enemies?" 
Okoye shrugged nonchalantly before sighing. 
"Because they always look the best," she teased back, placing a hand over Aneka's before they approached the lab, the doors sliding open to let them in. 
They stepped in and their eyes immediately found Shuri, who was pacing in thought, obviously trying to work through Wakanda's current situation. 
"Princess, we must find out who killed the Talokanil," Okoye spoke softly, hoping not to alert Shuri as the two warriors could see her heightened anxiety. 
The young princess stopped her pacing, acknowledging the women's presence. She inhaled deeply and flickered her eyes between the two in thought. Aneka frowned, brows furrowing as she realized that the princess knew something. Shuri always at least had an idea of everything that was happening around her, and if she didn't already know the entirety of a situation, she would always find out the rest and click pieces together. She exhaled before speaking.
"What I say is confidential. Your absolute secrecy is required," she told them, knowing she could trust them but still eyeing them both to prove the importance of their discretion. 
The two women nodded, silently swearing themselves to secrecy and the princess finally spoke. 
"I know who killed the Talokanil," she admitted. "I have known since it occurred and I have known that a war was on the horizon." 
Shuri walked to one of her monitors, typing a password into the keyboard. A moment passed and a wall was sliding open, revealing a small hallway with a door on the end. 
"You have secret rooms in here?" Aneka asked, always managing to be amazed by the constant surprises in Shuri's lab. 
The princess shrugged. 
"I have secret rooms everywhere, Aneka." 
The trio of women walked into the hallway, the wall closing quietly behind them before Shuri lightly knocked on the door. Light footsteps were heard before the door cracked open slowly. 
"Thandiwe, it is me," Shuri greeted softly and the door opened the rest of the way, revealing a petite woman with a young boy hiding behind her legs. The boy couldn't have been any older than six, a mixture of fear and amazement in his eyes as he looked at the warriors in front of him. Every Wakandan child of his generation knew of Aneka and especially Okoye, and now they were standing in front of him. With everything going on, he couldn't help the small bit of excitement that filled him at the sight of them. It made him feel like a kid, which was exactly how he was meant to feel.
Aneka's eyebrow raised as had a hard time believing that such a small woman could manage to kill anybody, let alone a Talokanil. She opened her mouth to speak, but Okoye shot her a knowing glare before she could get a word out. As smart as Aneka was, holding her tongue came very difficult to her, which was something Okoye was constantly trying to mediate when she was general. 
"Don't," she mouthed as if she could read Aneka's mind. 
"This is Thandwie," Shuri introduced, voice quiet to not scare the already frightened woman before them. "She was protecting her son, Sifso, and killed the Talokanil man in the process. She has been here in my lab since I found her with the body. I am protecting her."
"Protecting her from what?" Aneka questioned, worry growing within her the more that Shuri spoke. 
"M'Baku wants to hand her over to Namor," she replied, looking gravely at Aneka. "And, Ayo agrees. She has been hunting her like a lion on its prey." 
Okoye and Aneka shared a look, knowing that if Ayo was tracking her, it was only a matter of time before she would be found. Ayo's tracking was so incredibly accurate that Okoye made sure she was always the one that was sent on missions to find people. With Ayo on her tail, Thandwie was in immense danger. 
"Shuri, what is your plan?" Okoye inquired. "If Namor does not get his hands on her, Wakanda will fall victim to another one of his merciless attacks." 
"More Angels," she responded. "To infiltrate Talokan before they can infiltrate us."
Aneka's brow raised in shock. She was under Ayo's command, who was under the command of the thone. If she were to go against, Ayo would heave her head.
"Do not worry, Aneka," Shuri ensured. "You are a Dora, but Okoye is not. I am technically no longer royalty, currently a princess by title."
Aneka exhaled at the revelation that she would not have to challenge Ayo's authority.
"Okoye, if I can make enough Angel suits, it will be enough to go against Talokan. Riri and I are already working on new nanotechnology for them, but I need you to bring in recruits."
"Shuri, what you are suggesting is-"
"Treason, yes, I know. But, it is for the good of Wakanda," she clarified. "The Midnight Angels will not be loyal to a throne that can easily turn over its citizens to be killed when there have to be other options."
Okoye shook her head warily.
"There may not be another option, princess. You heard Namor."
"M'Baku is yielding far too easily and putting Wakanda's core values at risk. My brother wanted to help those who could not help themselves and as Black Panther, I cannot stand down and not do the same. Namor has yielded to me and compromised before. He could do the same now," she insisted, eyes pleading for Okoye's assistance.
Shuri could make all the designs she wanted, but she knew Okoye was still the one with influence. If anyone could bring in the number of recruits needed, it would be her. She was still known as Wakanda's best and her influence was still untouchable. Okoye softened, deciding that she no longer had much to lose if the plan failed.
"Okay," she breathed before glancing to Aneka. "But, Aneka was not here. She is unaware of this plan and shall not be punished if it backfires."
Shuri nodded in agreement and the three women inhaled, all turning their eyes toward Thandwie. Tears began to flow from the woman's eyes as she thanked them for her protection as well as the protection of her Sifso, who's fear had started to sink as he realized that he was under the protection of Wakanda's three greatest warriors.
As the three of them outlined their plan, Sifso took a few steps around the lab before becoming engrossed in it, observing the diagrams and models all around him, knowing better than to touch anything. Okoye glanced at him every now and then, heart breaking at his innocence. She wished that he could have it forever, but she knew that that could not be the case. She sighed, trying to turn her attention back to their plot to commit treason against the throne instead of letting her mind drift back to Attuma. It was useless. She was unable to get her mind off of him and the dream of a life with him. Okoye was not dumb, she knew it was most likely never meant for them to reconcile and build a life and a family together due to their impossible circumstance, but she couldn't help imagining a life with him and smaller versions of the two of them pattering around their home. If only, she thought before pushing the thoughts away.
The women spent hours in the lab before turning in, a suggestion from Aneka so that they could think it through clearly the next day.
Okoye went home and ended up spending the night alone again. Despite her daydreams, she convinced herself that she didn’t want him there, and she was sure he wouldn’t have come even if she did. Not after the way she'd dismissed him in the palace. She took the extra precaution of stationing M20 just a few yards away from her back door, sure that if Attuma had been startled by a small goat, a rhinoceros would do more than enough to keep him at bay. While it was enough to stop him from making his way to her door, it wasn't quite enough to keep him from showing up to check on her throughout the night. He'd gotten used to having her with him through the night, knowing that nothing could get to her when he was right beside her, arm lazily draped over her waist as she took advantage of the temporary peace she'd get when sleeping. Once he figured all was well, he left her property, heart sinking uncontrollably from missing her. 
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It’s wild to me how many people are angry at Orym for “letting” Laudna lose control and for telling Keyleth about Imogen’s mom. It feels like people are conveniently forgetting everything he’s been through in favor of coddling Imogen and Laudna. Don’t get me wrong, I love Imogen and Laudna and think they’re great characters, but they aren’t the only ones with trauma.
Sure Orym could have stepped in and stopped Laudna from killing Bor’Dor, but Liam confirmed on 4SD that Orym was going to kill him regardless. All of the pain and anger that Laudna felt from Bor’Dor’s betrayal was also felt by Orym, coupled with the fact that he was facing a member of the group that killed his husband and father. To say that Orym is blinded by his anger and not capable of seeing the situation objectively is saying that there are two sides to consider. The Ruby Vanguard are killing people indiscriminately and everyone knows that Ludinus can’t be trusted. Was it selfish if Orym to want Delilah back? Yes, but you also can’t ignore his very valid reason for wanting the power to stop Ludinus.
On the Imogen issue, Keyleth has every right to know about the people she’s trusting to help her and her people. A lot of people have already pointed this out, but her reaction would have been so much worse if she found out about Imogen’s connection to the Liliana from an outside source. It’s completely valid for Imogen to want her mom to be good and to try to justify her actions, but doing so in front of Keyleth and Orym, two people who have lost loved ones to the Ruby Vanguard, wasn’t the smartest choice. You can’t defend your enemy and then be surprised when your allies don’t fully trust you. Orym has very clear in the past that he doesn’t want to hear Imogen offer excuses for the Ruby Vanguard or defend their actions. He can love and care about Imogen while also holding her at an arms length in case she does turn on them.
These characters are complex, flawed, and deeply traumatized. They’re not always going to make the morally correct decision, but their choices almost always have a reasonable explanation behind them. You don’t have to agree with every decision they make, but a lot of people conveniently ignore very valid character motivations whenever those characters do something that hurts or upsets their favorite character.
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