A/N = So how this originally started was not at all how it turned out. And I'm getting really sick of my fucking head doing this shit. Like, I think I have decent ideas, it's just executing said ideas into a coherent story. Maybe I should take notes or something. Anyway. Enjoy.
C/W = MILD violence, I just wanted to label this as though it could be a potential TW. Glasses (drinking) being thrown, yelling, slapping. No beating the shit out of each other or anything. Sex, I mean, it's Sanemi. Oral, (recalling F->M), then M->F. And as always, a gross overuse of italics.
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You threw a glass at Sanemi's head. "YOU DO TOO, YOU FUCKER! You always leave the lid and the seat up. And don't even get me started on the fucking toilet paper going the wrong way!"
You glared at him and your chest heaved in full rage mode as the Etta James record on the speaker kept playing "At Last".
Of course your song would come on right freakin' now.
You tilted your head and he knew by the look on your face another glass was sure to head his way.
"Babe, B- y/n, I swear ... I didn't know this was next on the playlist."
He put his hands out in front of him to protect himself from whatever you might decide to throw at him next.
You walked over to the record player, standing there with your hands on your hips.
Tongue in cheek, rolling it around ... you wanted to throw the record at him.
"Y/n - baby ... bayyy-beee. P-fuck. Please don't. You know how much I love that thing. Please ..."
Oh how he begged you to leave it alone.
You weren't insane. Nothing would happen to his precious record player.
Instead, you walked over and slapped him across the face.
His face moved to the right upon impact. And he immediately came back to meet your eyes.
"You ... you fuckin' sure did, huh?" He checked his mouth for blood, he could taste a little but couldn't find where it came from.
"I did. The question remains, what will you do, hm? Hun-nee?"
You knew what you were getting yourself into. For the most part, anyway. Sassing off to him like that.
But my god.
He fell asleep while you were giving him head.
His hands were rubbing the back of your head, he was moaning and it sounded so, so sexy.
Then ... then he quit moving.
You thought he was just laying there, dumbfounded by how good it felt.
Then. He snored.
"What am I going to do? I don't know. Why don't I just keep my dick in my pants for the next month and see how you like it?" He was getting cocky.
"You ... w- you couldn't." Your arms folded over your chest as you smirked at him. Looking around for something else to throw at him.
"Oh I could, but I won't. You'll miss this dick so bad."
"You're a cocky bastard, you know that, Sanemi? You think you're hot shit. But you know what? I've got plenty of ways to take care of myself, too."
"Yeah? Well maybe I'll just go down to the club and get my needs taken care of."
You slapped him on the other cheek. "You wouldn't!"
"Oh, I would. I've done it before."
You slapped him again and he pulled you up against him, your soft breasts pressing into his muscular chest.
"I know I couldn't stand to see someone else touch what was mine. Fuck. I'd go nuts." He said.
"I'm not yours," you scoffed.
"You're not? Then who's dick did you just suck? And whose tongue did you sit on this morning while you came all over my face?"
"Fuck you, Sanemi. You don't deserve me." You smirked.
"Baby, we were made for each other. You know it as well as I do."
He started to kiss your neck and you pushed him away, "Fuck off! Don't fucking touch me." You feigned anger.
"Okay, okay. You win. I'm sorry, baby. I shouldn't have fallen asleep."
"You're damn right you shouldn't have!"
"I know ... I know. Let me make it up to you. Let me take care of you. I promise I'll be good this time. Please."
He put his hands on your hips and pulled you back towards him. You didn't resist.
He slid his hands under your shirt and up your back, undoing your bra as he went.
You leaned your head back as he kissed your neck and jaw.
He pulled your shirt and bra off and ran his fingers over your nipples, pinching and pulling them gently.
You moaned and pressed your hips into his.
"I love you so much, y/n."
"I love you too, you big fucker. Just don't fall asleep on me again."
He laughed, "Oh my fucking God. I won't. I swear. Let's go to bed."
He scooped you up and carried you to the bedroom, laying you down on the bed gently.
"You want me to go down on you?" He asked, kneeling on the bed between your legs.
"Yes. But first, take off your clothes, Sanemi. Lemme you."
He smiled and stood up, peeling off his shirt and jeans.
He was so beautiful.
The way he looked at you made your heart race.
He knelt back down and pulled your panties off, tossing them on the floor.
"I can smell your pussy from here. Goddamn. We should fight more often."
You laughed as he kissed your inner thighs.
He slid his hands under your ass and lifted it up a bit, pressing his lips to your clit.
He worked his tongue in circles, pushing your hips into the bed.
"Fuck, Sanemi. Don't stop. Please, please don't stop."
He licked and sucked and flicked his tongue over your clit until you came.
He didn't stop until you came again and again.
You were exhausted, but you still wanted him inside of you.
You pulled him up to you. His body heat washes over you.
"Are you sure? You look tired."
"I am tired, but I still want you."
He rubbed his cock against your entrance before slowly sliding it in.
You moaned and pulled him close, your arms around his neck.
He thrust in and out of you, his forehead pressed against yours.
"I'm close, baby. Fuck. You feel so good."
"S'nemi ... jesus ..." you whispered.
"Jesus isn't coming, but I am ..." he sped up, his hips unceremoniously slapped into yours.
He grunted and groaned as he came inside of you.
You kissed his neck as he did so.
He collapsed on top of you, breathing heavily.
"Holy fuck," he said.
"Mhm ... I think we should fight more often."
"I love you, y/n."
"I love you, too. Now, get up off me you big asshat. I need to pee."
"Oh ... sorry, babe."
He rolled off of you and you sat up, feeling his cum drip out of you.
"Fuck."
"What?"
"That's so hot. Get away from me before I fuck you again."
You came back from the bathroom and stood in the doorway, your body a pretty post-O pink.
"Don't you dare, Sanemi. I'm tired. You wore me out."
"I know, I know. Come to bed."
You climbed in next to him and he pulled the blankets up around you.
"Are you ever going to make me breakfast in bed?" You asked, looking up at him.
"Yeah, yeah. I will. Just be patient, baby. I promise. Tomorrow you'll get the best damn breakfast in bed of your life."
"Ok, but I want an extra side of you." You made a vomit motion, hating yourself for saying that to him. The least cheesy man alive.
"Keep that shit up, y/n. Keep it up and I'll throw something at your head."
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Satine Kryze should not be a sympathetic character.
A complex and tragic one? Sure. Every day of the week.
But she did not 'have a point', neither in-universe, not outside of the sw framework. She isn't a hero, neither of her own story, nor of someone else's. There is no way she wasn't a tool. You should not look at her and think 'this woman has done nothing wrong and what ultimately happened to Mandalore was to no part her fault'.
Because guys. Friends. Strangers on the interwebs.
Pacifism doesn't work.
And it certainly wouldn't have worked in motherfucking Star Wars – the 'wars' is literally in the title – for a system or series of systems who wanted to stay neutral.
YOU DON'T STAY NEUTRAL FOR LONG BY JUST SAYING 'YEAH, NO THANKS <3' TO A LARGE-SCALE CONFLICT.
source: I am Swiss, we've looked at this in history class. Extensively.
Satine was a dreamer (thanks Obi-Wan) who was allowed to keep her delusions because they actively benefitted Palpatine's plans. And that's something you can quote me on. There is literally no other reason (apart from supremely bad writing but we'll leave that aside here) for her and her little friends' 'Alliance of Neutral Systems' or whatever to be allowed to exist.
Not that they were neutral in any way, shape or form, by the way.
So yeah sorry to the Satine stans, but you're idolizing a character that was written exclusively and specifically for Obi-Wan's manpain and who, in-universe, was a supremely bad politician. Because the level of mental dissonace needed to factually be a Republic System, have a seat in the fucking Republic Senate, rely upon their military for aid while actively proclaiming that All Violence Is Bad And Barbaric one sentence later AND THEN CLAIM TO BE NEUTRAL IN THE WHOLE CONFLICT – it's just mind-blowing. Even moreso that people actually look at this character and see something aspirational in her.
Again, I'll gladly dissect her character any day of the week. She is fascinating because of all the implications her existence as a head of state carries with it, as well as her deeply complicated family history and her relation to mandalorian culture.
But it just grates on me personally that that all gets ignored in favor of her being some sort of icon of white american saviorism (bc that's literally what she is) and her objectively bad political takes being treated like they are the only correct stance to be taken during the Clone Wars/Mandalorian Civil Wars.
If you think pacifism works and actually lets you stay neutral, I desperately urge you to open a history book. Because those two are mutually exclusive. Especially in the scenario that Star Wars paints.
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If wukong told (lied) to macaque that he never cared about him, do you think that would make macaque even more aggresive or like shut down/be the final straw that finally makes macaque let go of wukong
so, just like my answer for whether macky would willingly erase swk from his life, I think this answer also depends on when in the show swk told macky this, and what better way to explain this than by going through each outcome per season :)
UNO
looking at s1, we meet a Macaroni who is very hellbent on killing (or at the very least, heavily damaging) SWK because he feels like the guy never truly gave a shit about him (<- my interpretation). thus, it is safe to assume that if Wukong were to laugh off Marnolo's hurt and anger and tell the guy that he never cared, Mac&cheese will only feel that his current assumptions of SWK are correct and that the guy only cares about himself and his image.
would he feel hurt about it? oh absolutely. maybe punch a wall, destroy the "dojo" he allegedly lives in in an outburst of power and anger. maybe scream and cry but be mad at his own tears (begin to wipe them away but is too hash so he scars himself and then can't stop bc he's very self-destructive)
DOS
technically, Wukong is MIA so this would never happen. BUT! have you considered!!! Wukong telling MK that Macdonalds was just some guy from his past, nobody super important, basically a nobody he wronged in his long list of enemies. which MK might possibly parrot back to Macadoo in 2x07
heavens above Marconi would be pissed.
forget trying to be a dick to MK and "teaching" him that his path of emulating Wukong has already made him forget his friends (untrue, but this is what i assume was Macky's interpretation of MK's actions since the guy didn't actively search for his missing friends, who MK thought left him on purpose).
nah, Macky is hunting SWK down. he is out for blood because "did i serious mean so little to you? were our nights under that tree sharing secrets, dreams, peaches fucking nothing to you?" (and idk....maybe after the air clears out, possibly, macky would realize SWK's true reason for being MIA and....help out???? mayhaps???....yeah, yeah, i know only in my dreams T^T)
TRES
ok, so we could technically say this sort of happened in ep1 when Sun Wukong said, "i thought it was someone important," and, "so what, you're her puppet now? i mean, makes sense. you always did have a sidekick kind of vibe."
and that is basically Wukong implying that he viewed his relationship with Macaque as one where he didn't consider Macky to be important to him, or someone he saw as a close friend. however, this is also a tactic Wukong uses against nearly every villain he interacts with, simply to get a rise out of them. so, pin that down as Wukong being observant enough to know which words to use to hurt.
AND Macky's reaction to it is him jumping out of his cool-ass looking jet and body-slamming the monkey king to the floor. so, uh, it is safe to assume that Macky was pissed off at Wukong's comment.
THUS! with that in mind, we can say that in this context, Macackle will be upset enough to fight him; however, if we were to consider the end of s3 (like Samadhi Fire ritual to the end) i would go with the option of Mackarell shutting down and feeling like that comment is the nail in the coffin for their relationship.
CUATRO
in s4? absolutely not. he would be dragging Wukong by the ear, demanding that he repeat what he said, ordering Wukong to try and convince himself that their past meant nothing while Macky still lives and breathes. and especially after the s4 special.
you could argue that Macky could shut down in the beginning of s4, but i think he'd probably laugh it off because he knows now that Wukong is lying. he's being his old deflective self and probably doesn't know where to place Macanoli in his head now that they're technically on better terms with LBD done with.
but after all the drama of going through SWK's memories? nuh uh, Wukong can't get out of this, nope. you handed iMac a chocolate peach popsicle. it is too late for you turn back and lie about your feelings. you can dig your grave and lie about it, but he's just gonna hit you right back with your own medicine and make you understand that if y'all truly want to reconcile, you cannot continue lying to yourself that you don't care.
not anymore.
so, anyway, i hope this answers your question, anon! i had a lot of fun running this question around in me braincage :3
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