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florasvenus · 3 months
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My Sweet Little Demon
Pairing : So’Lek x Na’vi (Avatar) Female!Reader
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Warnings : Smut, Sexual/ Explicit Contents, Slight Fluff, Posessive attitude, So’lek and reader in Love, p in v Slight agressive behaviour, swearing and that should be it.
A/ N : Hello Everyone! I hope you’ll like this story. I originally come from AO3. Mostly surfing on there, but I decided to take a look here and found the vibe pretty nice. I decided to write this So’lek fic because I obviously got obsessed with him and I guess not having the game contributed to it even more for some reason? Plus I am very obsessed with Neteyam too as I just watched the movie again, so it all restarted lol. I hope I'll be forming a nice community here. For now this will be it. Smooch 💕💙
Index : Tawtute = Human/ SkyPerson | Nga yawne lu oer = I love you
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Nga yawne lu oer...
Nga yawne lu oer~
You pronounce together, looking profoundly in eachothers irises. Each of them a pure yellow color. Dark pupils dancing in the golden sky. So’lek kisses with lust the slight swell of your stomach, slowling traiking up to suck on one of your hardened nipples. He quits it with a small pop, the humid glaze of left on it making them more enticing than they already were. He sits up on his heels, after your long make out session. As he leans back, his erected cock bobs and twitches in anticipation. Without any shame you glide the flat of your hand over his torso, down his abs until you grab his throbbing dick showing a delightful bead of pre-cum. You slowly caress him and he lets his head fall back, locks danfling down, waving down at his round ass contracting in need. With a swallow he recovers and adjust himself, ready to enter your beautiful flower.
So’lek pierces the breach of your dripping entrance with a low growl. Gritting his teeth to the point of grinding, he lets out a jerky breath at the sight of his pretty tawtute spread out for him beneath his thick, masculine frame. He tightens his grip around your thighs, whitening his knuckles even more, and spreads your legs with surprising grace, considering everything about him radiates strength, endurance and certainly not softness. He looks at you with hooded eyes and a snarl is blown to your nose, contrasting the care he's been laying on you since you both started to make out in the lushious Pandoran greens.
You’d been such a brat. Such a fucking bitch, with your human lips, pouring endless words of nonsense. Such a tawtute manner, he thinks bitterly, though he couldn’t contain how much he loved this about you. And this was one of the reasons he fell in love with you. Your vivid mind never ceased to impress himself, as he always believed humans had a weak and poor thinking brain. But this was not true for you. You were able of so much introspection and impressive deductions that you couldn't stop yourself from talking during the whole day, yet with wisdom. You had this way of speaking every thought. As beautiful as it was, it could seriously piss him off after a long day amongst the clan warriors. And today was one of these, were the strenght of his nerves weren't enough to mirror your sense of verbal connection, but just enough to pound the attitude out of you.
Sky Demon oh so delicate and gracious, that it was able to break the stiff wall of his long lasting beliefs. Sky Demon, oh so pure hearted, made him fucking feel what love was and felt the ground crumble under his feet since the day he met you. Sky Demon, oh so sincere and kind, able to knock the most harsh feelings he always felt towards any of your kind out of his lungs. And Sky Demon, so unbelievably true to herself, made him drool at the curious idea of how such a being could ressemble to one of his kind. You truly were the person proving him wrong on the fact that it wasn't your source, your race nor your home that should make you an enemy. But it was the hearts of those rejecting Eywas truth that had to be feared and chased.
As you were learning him to see the world through a different way and less darkened eyes without changing his aspects. He himself, showed you how much you deserved to be loved, even how far down you fell and how unalive you used to feel. Originally from earth, you arrived on Pandora by the mission to seek out new ways of life. Finding a way to save humanity without any harm. You then were attributed to your own avatar. Everything was fine until, the higher people, controlling the plan, lost their mind and you decided to flee into the forest and then you met So’lek. Luckily you had found a way to transfer your soul for good in your blue grand form and said goodbye to your human form without any regret, as you never felt any glimmer living this life of human roots. This amplified by the days you had the chance to live amongst them, as the tsahik saw something true and pure in your soul.
Back on earth, the world is destroyed and getting the chance to leave for Pandora, was like the four petal clove found in the endless pain field. A gift from the universe you never awaited and in distress needed. You smile everyday at this chaotic story and at how it somehow worked and shaped into the most beautiful story to share, with quite the amusing anecdotes. Like you loved to and it was utmost crazy to see that maybe yes. The universe always had a plan for you, by the way such uncompatible puzzle pieces still locked into place together. Or by the way two completely different souls managed to pull together easely. In the end, the only language is still love. And it will be the hymn of the universe forever.
His warm calloused and soothing palms craddle the little fat of your legs, calming your racing heart as he tries to penetrate deeper and deeper into your intimate warmth. Your labias spread evenly as his dick slides in you with difficulty. You two weren't having intercourses for long so it was only normal as you in addition were very tight to begin with. You're so damn tight, he thinks. But he regrets his thoughts, feeling how good your walls kiss the skin of his member. So tight, that he could even feel the rythmic beat of his heart down there. Deep pulse gaining speed with each second passed and as the most carnal needs grow. He sighs erotically, stopping his way inside for a second and taking his time admiring you. Everything in you radiates light and Love and he now couldn't even dare to imagine living without you. When he first met you, he had this irrepressible urge to cut of off your devil hands. Five fingers, the art of destruction, but today as knowing who you were inside, he only wants them to be feeled on evey inch of his skin.
Reaching down to hold one of your hands up, he put your small finger into his hot mouth, sucking on it hard while humming unintelligible sounds. Praising this part of you today was something important. Maybe was it out of guilt, but it wasn't something to ignore at how it just fueled desire powerfully by just a small actions as simple as this. The way it delivered trust and love around the air, was a drunk dizzying feeling. But you both loved to feel succumbed under such circumstances.
You look up in awe, squirming at his bold chest glistening with sweat and at the way his pecs contract with each fast inhale. As you move you can feel the resistance in your core, jolting at the way it sends electricity to your heart and you mewl at the way his warm tongue swirls around your slender petite finger. The rough surface of his tongue momentarely stops as you clench down on him, only to fully decontract yourself and finally letting his way easely in. Exactly how he planned to. You were so putty under his touch and he loved this. Loved to feel so masculine and viril in such a tender and yet feminine moment.
You moan, body wriggling at the size of his member resuming his ascencion down your belly, slowly forming a bulge without struggle. Given his posture, it's never been strange that he'd come away with such a large, long size and length. But as always, theory surpasses reality. And right now, it's the practitioner who's got the upper hand. An expert in the art, So’lek revels in your face as it contracts in innocent pleasure, and despite your pain, the oh so delectable stretch of his greatness evokes a sensation of intense well-being.
His voice breaks the silence only punctuated by heavy breaths. Pronounced accent and long vocal chords, and so on low growl, expressing their intention.
Look at you.... My beautiful Tawtute~ So ready and wet for me... He breathes in emotion with a smile while whispering just below your ear, his hot breath fanning over your sweet spot, before lapping at it like a starving man. You shiver, cold spikes travelling down your spine in an addicting way. Mouth long release of its favorite finger, he still caresses it with his own and pins it down just over your head, vanishing into the dark chocolate hair of yours splayed into the humid ground into a captivating canvas.
He enters slowly, letting your body adjust bit by bit. The vein of his dick slides through the membrane of your throbbing hole until it is stopped by the bump of your cervix. You moan in unison, ragged breaths escaping your luscious lips, coated with a thin film of saliva. Your eyes roll back into your skull, your mouth falling open as he maintains a steady rhythm. So'lek slides out of you, then gently in, testing the waters again and again. But as soon as your walls get wetter and the desired slick accumulates at the base of his stiffness, he begins a merciless rhythm that frees never heard harsh sounds from your mouth, vibrating on your tongue rarely, with each thrusts.
He lifts your hips, embracing the bulge of your bottom, and the new angle forces a long, desperate whimper out of him. The whole scene would have been obscene, between the dry tumults of his pubic bone slapping the soft down of your pussy and the grumbles escaping So’leks throat, it’s more than a mystery. Only you can bring him to do that. Be so free of his emotional restrains and that's what makes this moment so profound. And this is exactly what makes him angry too. Fortunately, you're hidden in a rocky alcove near a river that blocks out any auditory vibrations. And the headwaters of the waterfall muffle the voluminous muses of your companion, lost in an almost animal trance.
Your arms are now limp, framing your lulling face, enamoured with an expression of aggressively delicious pleasure. Your cheeks blaze with a new colour, a bright red, growing in intensity as the knot in the pit of your stomach becomes more and more oh so fucking good tensed. Noxiously more.
So’lek rises to his knees, lifting his bottom up, this new position much more within reach of an intoxicating act. Sinking deeper into the sweet warmth that has become a necessity at this stage of your shared passions, you can feel your body bounce with each stroke. Only your bobbing shoulder blades are connected to the sacred humid soil. Only witness next to the curious lifting leaves.
This goes on for minutes until the familiar sensation of orgasm approaches. Your face contorts in shock, letting out a melodious gasp as it arrives, and in a desperate gesture you reach out your arms, searching in vain for something to cling on, your eyes closed. Your upper limbs fall back onto the sumptuous floral carpet with a flat thud, convulsing with pleasure as the overstimulated nerves finally relax with a well-placed dip. Your first orgasm is like a firework exploding on your erect bud. Your second cuts you off from all air, arriving like an uncontrolled tsunami, and the last. Oh, the last one. You see it coming, but as it shoots its first gusts into the centre, it develops into a veritable firestorm. Burns your being up to the depths of your core, embrace you to the tips of your toes.
You see white as the last exhilarating breeze fades and you whine at the overstimulation. So’lek is still chasing his climax, frustrating shouts echoing off the stone walls that clatter in the suffocating atmosphere. All his muscles tense, his cock throbs and his balls contract unbelievably close to his crotch. He gives it all until the pulsation of his member points its knowing pump and in one last stroke he glues your two pelvises flush together and empties his seed directly into your womb, staying there.
You both semi-giggle in a transe, lost in your sensations. You feel his warm seed fill you to the brim, finally able to take a complete breath, whilst he lets his head fall down, groaning at the amazing way to claim you, that his to fuck you dumb until his cum paints your leaking walls.
Missions accomplished. You are exhausted, eyes fluttering in a way to try and keep them open. Long lashes shadowing the little of sight you are able to get. Wanting to watch the beauty of this man after he'd use you and worshipped you whole. Soul to Mind, to Body, to Spirit, to every inch of Life living inside of you. This always leads him in a charming sweet way to be and there is no way you'd miss it. To bad, turns out he fucked you too good. Now you can't even open your eyes the way you should...
You awake the second he pulls out though and exhale an annnoyed complain. He chuckles as he heavily lays down next to you, wrapping his big arms around your sweating body, trailing them along your curves and enjoying the after care time. So’lek loves to relish in the smell and sensitive skin of yours. Damp and buttery from the effort, your scent is stronger making the world around him satisfyingly disappear even more.
You sigh, happy to have him near you for once. It isn't often you get the time to succumb to your wants and it feels good when you can. You nuzzle your cheek against his, shiny orbs waiting for his owns to connect with. And when they do, your heart swells with love. So’lek can be seemed as a brute and careless man for the simple by walkers, as he is very dominant looking. But in truth he's the teddiest of all Teddy Bears. He smiles, showing off his sharp fangs, and cups your jaw with attention.
He prepars to lean in and kiss you, but the movement of your lips stop him. Look at you... My beautiful Na’vi~ You reflect his previous words with playfulness, ears flicking and fluttering. So ready and wet for me... You joke by reusing his words, looking down at his blue and oh so tempting lips. With a groan, he looks up unimpressed. You just can't stop youself and talk nonsense, do you, he thinks. He smiles at the thought, though he would never admit, that it is you, with you never ending blabber, that got him out of solitude.
You let him lean in and as he devours your mouth again, holding your neck, he lingers there until both of you are out of air for a second time.
Now. If you want to be this bratty again... He pauses and grins. What if I show the consequences of it? Again~
You cup his growing naked bulge and smirk. He gasps, amazed at how you caught his words and the implying behind them so rapidly.
Oh... I would love to. My beloved Teddy Bear~
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What about accidentally sitting on obey me brothers face??
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Accidentally Sitting On Their Face | Yandere Obey Me!
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Lucifer 
“How in the Devildom did you end up like this?!”
“I don’t want to point fingers but it was-”
“Mammon? I’m going to kill him, just hold tight I’ll get up the steps to get you.”
“No! Agh I’m slipping!”
“(Y/n)!”
He just so happened to find you hanging on the railing of the mansion during their stay in the human world
But the human world has a tendency to make you slow
So it didn’t really occur to him to transform and fly up to you 
All he mustered at the time was catching you himself
He might have miscalculated as you sat firmly on his face
“Ahhh Luci! I’m so sorry!” 
Horrified you spring up 
letting him gain his bearings as he wiped imaginary dust off his pants
“I wished we could save such activities for the bedroom but if you insist.”
He’s usually so composed when you try to tempt him
But your boldness just gets the best of him
“Where are you going, we’re not done here.”
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Mammon
“Go ahead (Y/n) just grab as much as you can! I have a whole bag!”
“Okay okay just don’t squeeze too hard!”
If it weren’t for his ultimate goal of getting the mineral deposit he would have been indulging in the intimacy of holding you up
Trying to push yourself up higher you wobbled with a loss of balance
Coming crashing down on the avatar of greed
“Oh, my–Mammon are you okay? Can you breath at all.”
“Mmmm~”
He can’t 
But why would he when he’s deeply focused on suffocating in your scent
He would have never had a chance otherwise
He whines when you lift up from him 
Turning his head when you question the attitude change
When he gets more confident he’ll ask you to do it on purpose
“Come on, lucky charm! It’s for luck in the casino! Don’t you want to give me luck!?”
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Satan
It’s all his fault 
This man would sooner murder his brother with a ‘prank’ than clean his room
Even when you decide to actually come to hang out in his room 
It’s a given that you slip while he’s nose-deep in this latest book
Providing the perfect distraction for a demon otherwise too focused to even think about the cleanliness of his room
“Ahh ouch! But of course, I would slip because you don’t clean…Satan?”
“...”
“Why is it so hot down…Ah, Satan!? Are you okay?”
“...Yes, I just…give me a minute…”
He’s spacing out for the rest of the week replaying the moment over and over again
It’s appalling how unprepared for this he is
Practically high on ecstasy for a week
He needs to get himself together if not for your sanity than for his own
“Y-you want me to sit on your face?”
“Yes, this is the perfect form for exposure therapy. So that hopefully next time this should happen I’ll be better able to handle it.”
He never will
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Leviathan
Similar scene 
It's dark he leaves a lot of things laying around
And when he’s forcing you to sit in his lap for hours at a time 
When you finally get up your plummeting right back down
Providing Levi with the plush softness of your butt
Now as long as he’s not on a checkpoint who are we kidding he’d be happy even still
“Mmmmmm!”
“Aaaaaaaa!!”
“OmigoshOmigoshOmigoshOmigosh you’re on top of me! I’m in you! Aaahhh this is just like that scene from the Rurichan!!! This is my moment!”
He’s oddly hyped
He takes it as a reward for some of the instant kill missions he’s completed in your name
Rationalizing that you're too wonderful, too mighty to tell him directly
So this is your little way of thanking him
So excuse his forceful behavior when you try to get up
“L-levi you can’t keep doing this! You’ve got to let me go!”
“Nope! I’m reaping the conquest of my grinding…ha ha..in life I mean.”
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Asmodeus
“Whoa you almost got it (Y/n)~! Just keep looking~!”
“Is it really far back, I can’t seem to–eh?! Asmo you’re holding the latter right?”
“Huh-uh!”
Totally orchestrates the scenario
He’s been thinking about it for a while 
And cuddling just isn’t doing it for him anymore
Rather he’s looking for some new material to jerk himself off to
He’s very much still into cuddling, he’s just peeved he got caught
“Ooops~!”
“Ah!”
Landing perfectly on his face, Asmo is so pleased he actually did the math for this
He squishes his face into your crevices
Unrefutably sniffing as he holds your shocked self in place
Maybe even a lick or two or twenty
“Ah~Asmodeus! S-stop it! Let me up!”
“Ahh~! I wish I could see your face~but I’m a little busy!”
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Beelzebub
“What are you going up there?”
“Dang it Beel, this is my stash! I–whoa!”
“(Y/n)!” He catches you 
But with his face
True to form he doesn’t necessarily pick up on the implication
But he knows one thing 
“Mmmhmhmh!”
“Beel! Don’t try to talk to me just let me-”
“But it smells good here…can I–”
“No Beel! Stop! Let go of my–Ah! Don’t use your teeth!”
He acts like a starving animal trying to get a taste
Either give him a taste or throw him a bone
“I just really like that feeling…I want to feel it again.”
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Belphegor
It's known that Belphie sleeps anywhere
Not only that 
He walks in his sleep 
So it isn’t bizarre that he ends up sleeping where you might be sitting
“Oh my gosh, Belphie-? What?”
“Zzzzz stay–zzz”
He’s not letting go 
No matter how hard you pull or try to unhook his fingers 
It makes you wonder if he’s even sleeping at this point
“Oh? (Y/n) what are doing…”
“I accidentally…sat here but then you wouldn’t let me go…but now that your awake can you let me–”
“Nope.”
“What?!”
“I think I’ll turn you around but I’m not letting you go.”
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justsleepybeans · 1 year
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Vulnerable pt.1
Aonung x HumanNa’Vi Hybrid!Reader
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SFW
Part 2. will be NSFW 18+
[ Reader is 20, Aonung is 22 ]
Kind of a One-Shot as it will only have 2 parts!
Part Two: https://www.tumblr.com/justsleepybeans/711807197341007872/vulnerable-pt2
Intro:
You were born in the RDA labs of Pandora as part of a hybrid experiment to create the “perfect human” so that the Avatar program would be discontinued. Many embryos didn’t survive, but yours did.
Your blood is more human than na’vi, however. You have some of the height, still look human, but with pointed cat-like ears, slightly bigger eyes, and very light blue tinted skin; the most important thing being that you can breathe the air as the na’vi do. You have been living your whole life between the Sully’s, and the humans back in the lab; Norm and Max.
Now, you and the Sully family have found refuge with the Metkayina clan and everyone couldn’t help but stare at you. Many were amazed at how your existence was even possible, while some others thought you to be an abomination. However, even with the constant teasing, a certain someone couldn’t help but find you to be stunning. That someone is the chief’s son.
—♡
“Hey, forest girl, do you think if you stay in the sun long enough, your skin will be normal? And seriously, why is your nose so small.”, the familiar voice that’s been talking your ear off for the past three months followed behind you as you wandered off into the thick trees behind the village. You groan and look back for a quick second. That smug look; you wanted to slap it right off, but instead, you scoffed and turned back around.
“I’ve only told you like, oh I don’t know, a hundred times. It’s how I was born. Have you hit your head?”, you say more teasingly than annoyed. You can hear him laugh under his breath then pick up his pace until you feel his warmth next to you. Peering up you meet his eyes and stick out your tongue, something you and Kiri liked doing to the annoying guys.
“Whatever. I never said you look bad.”, he almost mutters the last part, just barely audible, but luckily you picked it up. Did he really just say that? After a months of teasing and mocking you for your looks?
“So what, do I look good?”, you ask jokingly, coming to a stop when you reach a small body of water nestled in between the trees. This has become your favorite spot to be alone and relax, and sometimes take a shower under the small waterfall.
“Shut it, forest girl.”, he warns, tail swishing anxiously. You can’t help but laugh at his unwillingness to respond to your question. Though, you were curious.
“Am I really that hideous, Aon?”, you ask with a touch of drama for sarcasm, but he seemed to take it seriously. The skin between his eyes furrow and he looks upset, almost saddened that you would ask something like that.
“No. You…are different, but not hideous. There are many things I find interesting about you. Your brown eyes, your small nose, and even your fangs. You have three, while we usually just have two. And your hands. It’s funny that you have an extra finger, but maybe it’s fun to play with, I don’t know. All those things I said…I never meant them with bad intent. It was just fun to tease you.”
You stare up at him at a loss for words. For one, this is the most he’s ever said to you at once, and two, everything he said has been the opposite from how it’s been between you two. If it weren’t for his attitude towards you in the beginning, you would’ve taken more interest at the time. Aonung was not unattractive by any means. He was massive, holding a good two feet above you, and much more muscular than the Omaticaya.
“What? Now you don’t wanna talk back?”, he teases, but sounds nervous at your lack of response. Your mouth closes, realizing it was parted during his little speech. You clear your throat and look away to the water, the trees, just anywhere but him. Why were you getting nervous now? What the hell was he doing to you?
“Shut it, fish lips. I just don’t know what to say. No one has ever been interested in how I look. If anything, they’ve been scared.”, you say shyly, rubbing your arm to try and calm your nerves. He steps closer until he’s just mere inches away; his body heat radiating off onto you.
“Let them be scared. Maybe they’ll stay away so I can have you to myself.”, he says in a husky tone. Your ears move to his direction and you peer up at him, cheeks burning hot. What? That was bold, even for him.
“Aonung…what are you saying?”
“Hah, nothing.”, he scoffs, then turns to walk towards the water. You’d be damned if you were settling for that vague answer. Calling out for him you follow behind just as he’s stepping into the water.
“Aon, what do you mean nothing! Cmon, you getting shy on me now?”, you try and tease something out of him. He’s about waist deep in the water, while it’s already up to your ribs. He notices how deep it’s getting for you and stops.
“You’re beautiful…you skxawng.”, he suddenly splashes you and you yelp at the sudden attack. Beautiful? Ignoring what he said for a second, you splash him back, taking revenge. Now the both of you mercilessly start going at each other.
“Look who’s talking!”, you yell through the sound of splashing water. He laughs and rolls his head back, then looks down at you stopping his attack; as do you.
“I know. You call me a skxawng like every other day. Got something new?”
“No, I meant…the first thing you said.”
His mouth forms an “O” shape and looks like he’s saying “oh” to himself. You both fall silent, looking at each other, one waiting for the other. You were the first one to break eye contact and look down at your fingers moving in the water. Holy shit this could not be more awkward.
“You think I’m beautiful?”, Aonung asks with a softness in his voice that you’ve never heard. Keeping your eyes locked onto your fingers you nod. Placing his hand on your shoulder, your eyes move up to meet his. They held a gentleness that relaxed your entire body. He felt your tension release and took this as a good sign. Coming closer, he caressed your face and gently rubbed his thumb against your cheek.
“Let me kiss you.”, he says more like a demand than a question. Before you could think of a response, he dips down and finds your lips. It was a chaste kiss, innocent and sweet, as if this was his way to test the waters. He slightly pulls away to give you another and goes to pull away again, but you lean in to chase his lips with yours. This is exactly what he was looking for.
“I’ve only dreamt of kissing you.”, he mumbles against your lips before going in again, this time with a touch of heat. You smile into the kiss and pull away.
“What else have you dreamt of doing to me?”, you ask boldly. This could either go good, or bad. His little smile falls from his face and your stomach drops. He seems more serious now, with a hint of hunger in his eyes.
“Too many things to say.”
“Then show me instead.”
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I saw some deleted scenes of Avatar on YouTube. I wish they added to the movie. Anyway, the scientists didn't get enough screentime.
You felt tears down your sculpted cheeks as you watched the live camera. The soldiers were spreading gas and bombing hometree.
But he promised...
You felt betrayed as the man you were sleeping with said he will not fight the Navi and try to coexist. He lied to you. You despised that old man and found him unattractive. But you had to take advantage of his attraction to you for your science research.
You felt as if you were going to throw up. You slept with a man who just committed genocide. You sobbed as Navis were wailing as the big tree crumbled down.
"Unplug the link." Selfridge announced.
Norm yelled. "You cannot do that!"
Your good friend and others tried to stop the soldiers from removing Grace and Jake from their pods. Norm punched one of the soldiers and was handcuffed. You felt courage and then, you punched him on the nose. He yelped in pain and clutched his face.
That's right you punched Parker Selfridge.
....
Miles Quaritch came with a victorious smirk. He hated those ugly Navis with passion. Fuck them.
He promised his soldiers he would pay for their drinks the first round at the bar to celebrate.
But, he wanted you to join him at the party.
You were his pretty girl after all.
"Colonel, Name is detained with her friends." Maria Walker walked up to him.
"Why?"
"she attacked Selfridge and tried to stop us from releasing Sully and Augustine from their pods."
It took awhile for the Colonel to process this info. He blinked then guffawed. He head arched back revealing his Adam's apple.
You punched his boss? You had some balls. He grinned. Quaritch hated Selfridge. Selfridge was a spoiled simp. Ugly and pathetic. Just rich. No talent or leadership skills. Quaritch hated how Selfridge would yell at him in public.
...
"well, well." The Colonel drawled. "My influence eventually turned you from a good two shoes to a bad girl." He flashed you a smile.
You were laying your head on Grace's shoulder and sitting on the bench in the prison room.
You didn't say anything but lowered your eyes. You looked as if you were crying. Quartich shook his head. Why do care for those savages so much?
He opened the prison glass door and stepped in.
"come." He grabbed your forearm.
"she is not forced to be with you anymore." Grace pulled you back
"she will not go to earth unlike you three." The colonel clenched his teeth. "she's staying with me."
An argument came out. Yelling and cursing. Eventually the Colonel as usual won. He dragged you to his room
The Colonel locked the door and went to Selfridge. Selfridge had a bandage on his nose. He was pissed at you. He told the Colonel that he fired you. The Colonel told Selfridge you will not work anymore but will stay with him.
Selfridge had to give in to his colonels commands but told him he doesn't want to see you anymore. Colonel being the controlling man he was, didn't mind. He didn't want other men looking at his woman anyway.
He found you sitting with your head hung low.
"Selfridge fired you." He grinned.
You looked at him. You already knew.
"but you will stay with me. I will take care of you."
You felt tears go down. "You're a murderer. A bad person."
The colonel said nothing then nodded. "I don't care what I am. You will stay with me. I refuse to let you go back to earth."
"our deal is off. We don't need each other anymore."
The colonel yanked your hair to make you look at him. "You belong to me. I did it for humanity's sake. One more word and I will have no choice but to submit you to my whims. I will tolerate your spoiled attitude." He hissed.
....
Your spirit was broken but became worse when your three friends and Trudy escaped the base. The Colonel came to his shared room with you and punched the wall. He then raped you. And would mock you. Saying that if they were your friends, they would have took you with them.
You sobbed at the fact. Maybe you didn't have friends. The colonel would watch you with pity. He sighed. He now felt regret telling you that. Maybe he shouldn't bully you.
While the day went on, you were allowed to be in the soldier's quarters. Like the cafeteria, gym and all that. You were banned from the science labs. You were so lonely. Lyle would try to cheer you up. But you could just cry.
Luckily, you still had friends in the lab who knew of your forced relationship and situation. They were driving a plan. And you can help by seducing the colonel again
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bluelockcodeblue · 1 year
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Granny Itoshi anyone?
This post is brought to you by: My sister watching Avatar today 😄
Dang, imagine being the helper of Sae and Rin’s grandmother. Like she owns either a garden or bought a little farm and you work for her along with other employees but you’re the favorite.
“My snot-nosed grandsons are coming to see me.” She announces it one day like she’s bragging. You’ve never met them but she often talks about them and their successes. Usually she’s in a foul mood, and to be fair she still looks like she’s in a foul mood, but you’ve learned how to read between the lines and right now she is in an unusually good mood.
“That sounds exciting! You must miss them a whole lot~”
“Bah!” She waves the sentiment off. “Ungrateful brats. Haven’t bothered to see me since they were thirteen.”
“Oh… 😰… H-How old are they now?”
“24 and 23.”
She’s always got them baby/kiddie pictures on display in her house so you kinda got a clue as to what to expect but that’s it.
Oh. And I’m convinced she looks like Toph.
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Like… are you all seeing what I’m seeing? She could totally be a base for their grandmother’s appearance.
Rin definitely takes after her.
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And just look at all these screenshots, this is BLEEDING Sae and Rin attitude! (They def get it from granny)
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Like, even if you only see one half of her face she’s still giving Itoshi vibes.
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Need a little more convincing? I present to y’all: Grown-But-Not-Old Toph!
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C’mon. That’s an Itoshi wearing that uniform.
She ends up asking you to pick them up from the airport/train station and you end up meeting Soccer Sensation Sae and a Granny lookalike💀
They’re both over this whole thing but they probably have some obligation to fulfill so they gotta deal with each other for a week or so. You’re introducing yourself and trying to welcome them but they acting just like granny Itoshi with them funky attitudes and you’re just like “Well, aren’t you at least excited to see your grandmother?”
“Tsk.” Sae waves off the sentiment. “I don’t want to see that crooked old woman. The last time she bothered to reach out, we were thirteen.”
Which paints a different picture cuz from what you gathered, granny Itoshi adored her grandsons, and was hurt that they never wanted to talk to her. 🤔
Rin just on his phone ignoring everybody. Doesn’t really care to engage much with you and the most interaction he attempted with Sae was when they fought over who’d sit in the backseat.
Sae won. (Duh)
You can already see this is gonna be a long drive and an even longer week 💀🫠
You think it’s bad now but ooh wait til you get them in that house!
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AVATARTWOW -fan fiction-
Zdog x curvy! Recom! Reader
Author: this was requested by the lovely @bitchesforlife69! I hope this one shot will satisfy your time! Warning there will be smut! It will say when. Also a lot of swearing. Ok bye!!
༺✦✮✦༻∞ your first awake∞༺✦✮✦༻
The first thing when you heard your name being repeated of what you assumed nurses. You opened your eyes only to be met with flashing little Flashlights, making your eyes squint and groan.
"[Y/n],can you hear me?... [Y/n]-" The doctor repeated herself making your ears twitch, she had a pitchy voice and was loud when calling to you.
"For crying out loud you're gonna make me go deaf!" you raised your voice scooting yourself up in a sitting position and closed your eyes again for a few seconds. The doctors were not surprised by your tone, not even to the two recoms standing near you. Your rubbed your eyes. The last thing you remember is a memory of someone...
"Heh, looks like you still have your bitchy attitude in check" you remember his that was. That annoying, blood boiling voice.. It was Lyle! He put his hand on your shoulder you looked at him. Just before you made an insult. Your eyes went big and your expression turned shooked. A Na'vi! Your left elbow went to his ribs making Lyle grunt and lower his arms to his ribs.
But right before he could do that, you pushed him on the ground and got on top of him and kept punching him repeatedly while the human doctors were panicking and running to the exit door. Before you could do any damage you were surprised when someone from behind pulled you away from the Na'vi. They hugged your sides with your arms inside theirs and held you still while both you and them were sitting on the ground. You being the one trying to hit them as well after seeing their tail swing from a mirror.
"Jesus-[y/n] it's me! Lyle!..." your looked at the Na'vi and the longer you stared at him the resemblance of Lyles face was showing. You stopped struggling and just sat there with a blank stare.
"Shit is that really you?"
"Yes, fuck sake you're still feisty even in a different body"
"Different body?"
"Yeah sweetheart glad I wasn't the one near you" That voice.. You remember her now. You looked up and saw Zdog chuckling. You suddenly felt your checks hot and your heart starter pounding.yeah you defenetly remember her...She slowly let you go and helped you up.
Now that you finally calmed down you noticed your hands were different. And you felt something attacked to your lower back move. You finally realized that you were supposed to become an avatar after one particular memory set on your mind. You looked back on the window that created an image of your avatar self. While you were looking at yourself Lyle got some tissues and wiped the blood off his nose. But Zdog was keeping an eye on you, specifically mesmerising the curves on your body. Her tails flickering and Lyle notices her gaze at you. But he kept his mouth shut and only smiled knowing that he now has someone to annoy in their free time.
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Not only you we're in a new body, tall, blue, and a nose of a cat. You have to admit that it felt weird because previously you we're a human. You had to be extra careful around the scientist and not to step on them. The only thing you found normal on your body was your curves around your hips and waist. You have always felt a little insecure about your body due to everyone being so fit in their recom bodies. You had to admit that you felt kinda jealous but you never said it out loud or ever will.
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For the last couple of weeks, it's been rather chill in the new base when all of the recoms including you have transferred. You we're glad that you got your own room to sleep in, and privacy was a big thing for you. What you didn't expect was how Lyle has been flirty all of a sudden. Always winking and talking about your body. Frankly he has always been like this, you remember in your human memories with him how he would just shoot his shot. You always declined.
"For fuck sake Lyle! I'm not into bitches like you-you know this!..." you shouted at him while you were doing some paper work. He was leaning on a chair and just had this weird expression on his face.
"Oh c'mon buttercup, just one chance?"
That was the last strike. You punched his face again and making the few recoms around laugh when he hit the ground. He groaned but he knew it was worth it, because he knew he was making someone pissed. And that someone was no other that Zdog. Zdog, a highly trained soldier who could beat his ass right now. She was glaring from afar at how Lyle tries to make you sleep with him. In truth she didn't know why she felt this way. She always knew she liked women but dear god you we're something to look at...
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You and the other we're currently listening to your leader Miles Quaritch about a new mission involving capturing Na'vi and questioning them about Jake Sully. You already didn't like this idea, you never known that this is how it would turn out. You signed listening to Miles explain this long plan. You we're sitting next to Lyle and looking at your left where colonel spoke.
When all of a sudden, you felt like someone was starring at you. You looked behind you, nothing, you looked in front of you, nothing. Maybe it was just your imagination. Right before you looked back at the colonel you caught Zdog staring at you. You looked at her and she wasn't looking away. Her eyes felt dazzling while looking at you. You felt your heart to start pounding again. You and Zdog didn't talk much. It's because you always felt hot around her and always seem to stutter with your words. Your conversations always start with 'how are you'or 'you need help with that' and you appreciate having another woman on board. But when the conversation continues longer questions always turn to interests about each other. You two would start talking about how it's kinda gross having to share a bathroom/shower with men. But sometimes Zdog asks lued questions like 'how good do think your are?...' 'do you describe yourself alluring?...' you would answer them straight away if it was someone else asking because you felt no shame but with Zdog it was so different. It made you cower and walk off making some dumb excuse.
When she wasn't giving up, you we're growing nervous. You turned your head, embarrassed that you're didn't look away sooner. It didn't feel awkward at all... Just different... Zdog noticed you turn away and smiled to herself. She thought she might have a chance to connect with you in a romantic way. She could remember from her memories as a human with you, her position was just to focus on the mission. But every so often she would glance at you and think that you would make a wonderful relationship with her. Now when she was an avatar scientifically proven that her emotions for you have gotten stronger. When Miles Quaritch finished talking about the plan, all of you we're dismissed. You quickly got up and left the room. Zdog seeing you walk out she felt sad if somehow she made you feel uncomfortable. Lyle has also witnessed the scene and quite frankly he was getting tired of Zdog wasting her chance.
"For God sake just make a mover on her Z!"
He groaned and lazily pointed at where [y/n] went. Zdog looked at Lyle surprised and also confused.
"Make the move?! How can i make a move when you're always there!!"
Punching his shoulder he quickly exclaimed an 'ouch!' sound and rubbed it to ease the pain. He might aslo agree, he was taking it too far...
"Ok ok! I'll stop, but I wa only doing it to encourage you to make a move! But I guess I was wrong and I'm sorry. Tomorrow you're making the first move and that's an order!"
He said laughingly and walking away also. Zdog couldn't believe what just happened. He can't just oder her around like that!.. I mean he kinda can, he was in a higher position but pretty stupid. (I'm just destroying Lyle in this😭)
But Lyle was right Zdog thought. She had to make some move towards you. She had a feeling that you might like her back and she wanted to test that. Tomorrow night she'll go in your room and make a move. But she wondered if it was a good idea since the crew was flying out in the forest she thought. She was paying attention to what Lyle was saying. So anything was possible tomorrow.
✧༺✦✮✦༻∞Tomorrow morning∞༺✦✮✦༻✧
It was eight in the morning and the sound of your alarm was going off. You groaned and accidentally fell of your bed when you tried to shut the alarm off.
"Ugh, I can feel this day that it's gonna be shitty..."
You groaned standing up and dressing up. Sadly you had to go all the way to the bathroom to brush your teeth and wash your face. You just hoped that none of the reecom members were there. Especially Lyle, you couldn't deal with his bullshit today you thought.
Finnal you have reached the bathroom and when you opened it,you shut your mouth with your right hand from making a sound. On the left side of the corner there were lockers and and little room with a sink that held a mirror on top of it, and a toilet right next to it. And from the far right corner there were the showers. And from your right you saw a naked Zdog washing her hair. She glanced at you when she heard a door open. She was glad that it was one of the women but specifically seeing you makes her while body react in a different way. She had to play it cool tho.
"Don't be show sweetheart, you can do your business.."
She says turning her head back and closing her eyes for no awkward eye contact. The doors have closed behind your, you didn't want to stare but seeing her naked body was making you blush.
"Oh! Uhh sorry!..."
You looked away and started walking to the bathroom and quickly to brush your teeth. You calmed down after breathing for a little. But you quickly started to panic when the showers turned off and you heard footsteps walking behind you 'it's ok just focus in front of you'you say in your head.
"Pardon, just need to get something-"
You glanced at the mirror, due to the bathroom being small there was little space. Her wet body luckily covered in a towel slightly leaned on your back and reached on the sink for deodorant. You couldn't move, you didn't wanna move. Zdog knew what she was doing. Your body felt soft when her half exposed chest was slightly touching your back. Even with your crop top on it, she wonder how it fells with it. She looked at your face for a slight second and smirked before walking away. When she went outside the doors your body trembled. 'What just happened?....' your only thought after that incident.
After you finished you went outside where the reecom team was getting ready to go outside the station and into the forest. Shit, you forgot about this part and now you had to walk all the way to your room to get your armour. But right before you could even turn your heard your name.
"[Y/n]! Wait.."
It was Z holding armor, but she already had one on. Was it for your?
"Here, I know these are a pain to put on so... Give me your arms.."
You didn't wanna get out of this. You followed what she said and pulled your arms up. She put the armour around you and made sure it was tight. You've realized how close she was, you could even smell, and she smelled amazing. Zdog on the other hand was adjusting the armour on your lower waist to make sure it was comfortable. And she might've felt your soft curves. You have also noticed this but didn't say anything and didn't want to get attention from the other avatars.
"You finished Z?"
"Huh?-oh yeah your good"
After that the mission was between you and Zdog was intense. Always exchanging eye contacts, making small innocent conversations. Her being a little bold and flirting, but it shocked her when you flirted back. It was the first time she heard you like that with her.
When all of the reecom team had to stop for a break. You two would always be close. This time making long conversations, making each other laugh. The squad was oblivious to you two because they were focused on keeping the crew alive. After a while Zdog was start touching your arms, getting closer to you while resting on the ground. And even whispering in your ears making them go down because her voice sounded like sweet nothings to your ears.
✧༺✦✮✦Finally the confession✦✮✦༻✧
After that long mission which was a fail. You didn't find any Na'vi to take which in your head was pretty good but had to act all annoyed and bothered that you didn't capture anyone.
"Boy that was all for nothing right [y/n]?"
Lyle said getting the gear off him while in the locker rooms. You honestly had a good time out there mostly with Zdog, all of a sudden you wanted to be alone. Realizing to what your future has come to made you sad and quite frankly confused with who you are.
"Yeah whatever I'll be in my room-don't you fucking bother me Lyle"
you say walking away from the and to your room. Zdog looked up and could've swear she saw you sad, looking confused even. She quickly started to change after that.
Finally in your room you felt beaten up and layed your body on the bed. Having a window in your room was great. You could see the sun setting down but it didn't make you feel any different. All of a sudden you heard your door open and only anger has build up.
"God fuck sake Lyle what did i-"
You sit up but you didn't see Lyle, it was Zdog, who looked concerned at you.
"Oh, hey..."
You said after turning your head away from her. She signed knowing what you were going thru. She has also felt this way about herself, hell all the reecoms deep down have felt this way but didn't wanna say anything or bring it up. She sat down next you and put your hand into hers. Making you look her.
"[Y/n] I know how you feel"
Your tail flickered, did she really know? What would she think of you know? A traitor? A coward? You signed.
"You do don't you?... I'm sorry but i didn't know this is how things would turn out... I don't wanna live like this!... I know I've been confusing you with these mixed signals but-"
You we're cut off by her lips kissing you. Her eyes closed and so did yours. You put your other hand on her waist and she put hers on your check caressing it. Z had to think of a way to calm you down, she didn't know if this was the best way but it worked because you didn't push her away and two, you started to calm down.
Ending the kiss to get some air, both of you gasped for air. She turned your face to look at her.
"I know how you feel [y/n],I have felt all these feeling as well."
She put your hands into herself and held them dearly to her heart.
"But it's going to be okay. You know why? Because I'll be there for you, we're gonna go threw with this, together. And whatever the future holds... I know it will be with you..."
That was the sweetest thing anyone has ever said to you. You started to tear up after that. You never knew she was so considered of your feelings. You hugged her quickly after that and she hugged you back. Both of you know knowing what you'll be in the future. You we're both exited.
↢↜〘Smut time ladies〙↝↣
Both of you still enjoying the hug. Zdog hugged you tighter feeling your chest with hers made her body react ik a good way but kept that feeling to herself at the moment. You on the other hand, while that kiss was beautiful you wanted more because you it. You beak the hug and looked down on her legs.
"Listen umm... Would you mind if we kissed again?..."
You quickly glanced up and quickly looked down again. She was surprised but laughed a little at your sudden comment. Finding it cute in a way that you wanted more.
"Heh, I don't see why not, c'mere baby~"
You gasped a little when she pulled your whole body to sit on her thigh. Before even staring a sentence, her ame made it behind your head and gentle pushing your lips and hers, feeling those soft lips of your on hers was finally a success after all those thoughts about it. She bit your lower lip for entrance, you being a little shy you covered away but Z wasn't wasting this opportunity. She grabbed your ass and squished it making you gasp, she then pushed her tongue in your mouth.
Starting to moan after a while and already getting wet when she started make her hands go up and down on your curves. You broke the kiss and gasped for some air again. Being a little scares when she sees your name body you had to say something about it.
"You know i don't have a figure like yours or any other woman in here... So.. -"
"So what?... I don't care about that in fact, now that you mention it-..."
She quickly for your shirt odd of you and slowly messaging your body.
"I love your curves sweetheart~and you better believe it when i say it..."
You moaned at her words. She smirked and made your whole body now lay on your bed. He started to kiss your jaw line and made her way to your chest. She got your bra off and started to lick your around you sensitive nipples. You maonee when you felt your nipple harder and her dingers slowly reaching down in between your legs.
"Damn sweetheart you're so wet for me~"
She grinned at you. Getting in between your legs she got your Panties out. Now she could see your whole body exposed, it was so arousing seeing your naked beneath her. And seeking your pussy getting wet by her made her feral.
"Fuck... Your such a slut for me aren't you? ~"
One of her hand held your inner thigh and with the other started to circle around your clit. This made you moan and not only that but it made you struggle because of her touches. She knew how to please a woman. She ha plenty of experience of this is the first time in an avatar body the both of you experienced sex and it felt amazing.
"F-fuck..."
"I know baby~I know it feels good but I'm just getting started~"
She stopped with her hand and lowered her mouth and placed it around your clip. Her tongue started to move around around you and you've never felt so much aroused in your life. For her it felt too good to be true, your pussy was getting addictive and one of her hands slowly made it into her pants. She slowly messaged herself while sucking on your pussy as well. You arched your back up because of the sensation she was giving you and you were getting close.
"Z-z... I'm getting close~"
"Fuck I know I can feel in my mouth"
She started to go faster, her tongue moving faster than before. Your heands rested on top of her head but you felt her braid and grabbed it bringing it towards you. You could see her life veins moving. Your tongue slowly sticking out, her queue starte to wrap around your tongue while you were close to climax. When it finally wrapped around your tongue Z arched herself back while holding on to you. Making a loud moan before the both of you cummed.
Soon after you got her queue out of your mouth and the both of you we're panting heavily. Cum dripping from the both of you pussies but by God that was the greatest sex ever happen to you. She scrawled beside you and give you a long kiss, her making you taste your own cum. It was like desert.
"See... I'll always be here [y/n]"
She says kissing you on your neck and snuggling after in your shoulder. The Sun finally went down and the moon rises up. Both of you getting pretty tires you closes your eyes and let the night consume you both.
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Author: hello! And that's the end of this one shot. You and Zdog we're in deep! Also I'm sorry if you find any grammar wrong!! I hope you like this writing and have a good night because where I am it's late af!
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laoih · 29 days
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Some thoughts on Netflix's Avatar The Last Airbender
I love the original animated series, and have loved it for many years. I know that many fans are upset about the adaptation, and that's their prerogative. I know how that feels, that's basically me as a fan of Tolkien's work with Amazon's terrible The Rings of Power series.
However, when it comes to Avatar The Last Airbender, I can say that I genuinely like the live action adaptation. It is flawed for sure, and I have my criticisms, but I still think it's enjoyable and has a lot of heart. I do want to see more of it.
A quick (lie) list of the highs and lows in my opinion (spoiler warning):
Let's start with the shortcomings:
The dialogues: Throughout the whole show they are probably the biggest issue. Too often they are used for exposition, or to tell the viewers what they could deduce by themselves. It's often on-the-nose and missing subtlety. Although I have to admit that it seems for some people who don't know the animated series, it seems to help for understanding the show better, and therefore may be justified at least in parts.
Aang's woe-is-me attitude: It makes sense that Aang is suffering due to his trauma of being the last of his kind, of losing his family, and because being the Avatar is a huge burden. However, towards the end his attitude of "everything is my fault" started to get annoying. He doesn't have to feel responsible for everything. I hope he can quickly move past this in s2. I'd like to see other sides of Aang as well.
Aang's water bending: I think it's weird that Aang never really gave water bending a try. They never even give a reason why he didn't try, and that just makes that change confusing.
Aang's & Katara's relationship: I understand why they didn't include Aang's crush on Katara, but with them bonding over water bending being removed as well means that two major parts of their relationship don't exist, and the show has failed to really build up their relationship in a meaningful way otherwise.
Katara's character: In general she stays a bit underdeveloped, and the actress is lacking a bit of Katara's edge and energy in my opinion.
Azula: I don't like how they have written her, and I don't think the actress fits the character either. It's very difficult, because Azula in the animation does not act her age at all. Her entire demeanor is difficult to portray for a teenager, but it's also very memorable. Itd be hard for any actress to do her justice.
Mai & Ty Lee: They have nothing to do in that season & now they can't get the great character-defining introductions that they had in the original series. They were included to give Azula someone to talk to, but it's to the detriment of these two characters – they're just bland background now.
The Spirit World: Episode 5 just didn't work for me because there was too much crammed into it. There was no reason to include Wan Shi Tong nor did it make sense to include Hei Bai and then basically completely skip his story. With Koh being the actual culprit, the abduction of the villagers stands in no relation to the burnt forest in that episode. It would have been better to tell
Avatar Roku: I feel there was wasted potential there. Based on interviews I suppose there was simply no time & money left, so I hope they'll do him more justice in later seasons.
Now for the highlights:
The Bending: I think for most of the series it looks very powerful and impressive. It's not perfect throughout, but in general they did a really good job with it.
Zuko: Dallas Liu's portrayal is wonderful and I have zero complaints and only praise.
Aang's & Zuko's relationship: I think they build a solid foundation for these two characters, and I think some of Gordon's best acting is opposite to Dallas Liu.
Suki: Loved the actress' performance and how they have written her.
Ozai: I think Ozai is a case where the live action character is more interesting and impressive than the animated character. I really like what they are doing with him and Daniel Dae Kim is perfect in that role.
Jet & the Mechanist: I think putting these two plots together is a very interesting and fitting idea, and contrasting them in the same episode made me think about them in relation as I hadn't done before. It's fascinating how these two characters, who should actually fight for the same goal, have gone down two very different paths.
Kioshi's avatar state: It basically replaces Rokku's version in the animated version, and it's just cool.
Bumi: Maybe it's an unpopular opinion, but I think within the context of this more serious show this version of Bumi makes much more sense. Animated-Bumi with his challenges for Aang to realise how to take different approaches to find a solution wouldn't have worked with the changed tone of the story.
Sokka: Within the context of the show, Sokka also works well. He still is funny at times, but he is a bit more mature and responsible than animated-Sokka, which is more realistic in this show. Otherwise, one would have wondered why Hakoda didn't live an actual adult man in the village for protection.
The 41st division: I know, one of the points in the original was also that Zuko's defense of the new recruits seem to have been useless, but I love that his crew was given such an impactful background. It does not lessen the tragedy of Zuko's situation.
Hahn: I kind of like that he's not just a complete idiot, but actually a likable guy that I felt sorry for when he died.
The impact of war: I liked the exploration of what war does to people and especially children. It includes a variety of examples and stories, and I like that we get different kind of sides to this.
The locations: the sets are good, and the CGI backgrounds as well.
Appa, Mom and other fantastical animals: I understand that it's difficult to include them for large amounts of time, but I think whenever they are used they are convincingly animated.
The music is as good as expected.
... I'm sure I have forgotten many things I wanted to mention, but this has to do for now.
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Ask no further!! Here it is, yours truly the humble narrator for you this morning!!! Its kind of long cause I dream writers-style and it sucks-lol
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It was late, my eyes prying open as I pulled my head up and off the metal surface, the digital clock upon my desk burning bright with red digits. '6:47AM'  The numbers looked like a throbbing headache, this being what my mind registered as the fifth time I'd checked to see if I had finished my paperwork. One page, crinkled and half written, remained before me. I could see the blur in my eyes before I realized multiple tears had began to fall out of frustration, my voice echoed within my mind, frustration apparent to myself. 'I've been here hours! Why does this shit keep coming!?'  My hands came up to wipe my eyes, the stress steaming off of me through the lab coat I had resting over me. "I've walked by here four times already.." A voice all too familiar to me spoke, Texan accent ringing as I turned to peer over my monitor. "Wha..?" I blinked, readjusted my glasses to sit straight on the bridge of my nose, "Uh, a-are you looking for someone?" I was partially aware of what could happen, my dreams usually had a way of letting me know how I could shift a situation.
I ignored them all, totally enamored by how much detail was put into such a lucid one. The colonel looked like he'd just gotten back from a mission, wifebeater stained in bluish-red blood that trailed down to his dirt-stained cargo pants, it looked brutal. "Aren't you one of the science pukes that actually knows how to care for the avatar bodies?" It wasn't for what my mind had concurred, I cursed myself. "Are you done with your plant bullshit yet, I don't have all damn night?!" He sneered, obviously becoming impatient, which caused me to stand quickly, blatantly ignoring my desk head of hair and indents from how I'd passed out. "I'm sorry, here, come on this way to the back." I tried to sound less intimidated, less bitchy, less attitude that I usually give. (Believe me, fuck with me about sleep I'll end your life.)
As I gloved up, winding around the table that the tall creature chose to sit on, I snuck glances at him, watching his movements to reveal his state of undress to me. It was large, the wound, a gash about the length of my whole arm from shoulder to fingertip and it was lightly oozing blood. "What did this? Viper-Wolf?" It was a shot in the dark, but the gash had ridges, "Yeah, after I was chased by some god-damn monkeys.." His voice grumbled, the vibration falling down and through my hands as I cleaned the dried blood off. As for my response, I only hummed, not too sure what he'd want in return other than a reason to get upset or worse. Soon I was finally ready to begin stitching the wound, the needle in it's curve softly pierced his flesh and he hissed, low, pained with a small grunt. His gaze burned so harshly into the top of my head that I could feel my brain melting inside, his large hand coming to roughly pat down its hold onto my shoulder as I threaded through him for the fifth time, tugging the clear string lightly back to hear him purr, "Good girl.." from the depths of his chest, "Take your time.." I swallowed audibly, gaining further anxiousness while my hands aimed the tool back and shifted it through him again.
___Visual Cutscene___ (Ill cut the banter short babies- But yeah, I'm a smartass and that's why were here now-)
Soon, I found myself pinned between him and the medical table, the metal tinging slightly with every time my lab coats buttons brushed against the table-legs. My thighs had been hoisted up and gripped at the knee, folding me roughly in half against the plush of my breasts almost enough to hurt due to the pressure against my lungs. His grin imprinted itself in my head, I whimpered at the sight of his eyes narrowing at me, challenging me to peer down ever so slightly to see the sight of something so incredibly large that my head would turn to putty at just the tip.. "Still think you're tough shit, princess?" He teased, head poking lightly at my thigh through my tights, which had been ripped during the process of his manhandling, his shaft trailed down to the tear at my entrance, the slick already unbearably wet and coating everything. "Always will, until proven wrong.." I replied, face still cherry red. "Good.." He drawled, finally plunging into me, my vision instantly going white-
THEN I FUCKING WOKE UP!!!!!
Thank you for coming to my ted talk!!
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OH MY GOD?????????? I WISH I COULD REMEMBER MY DREAMS THIS VIVIDLY BC FUCK
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Nine Demons and A Baby
     Fandom: Obey Me
     Pairing: Diavolo x F!MC
     Chapter: 9 Of ?
     Summary:  Demonus may just bring your dreams to life.
      Adult content. Read at your own risk. Not beta read.
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   "Ya believe him? That he won't go back to Dreka?"
    "I don't know!" You answered quickly with your mouth full. "But this seems like he is pretty fuckin' serious about not going to her. The last thing Diavolo ever wants is for his people to suffer." You finished your mouth full. "But, I also don't want to trap him or me in a loveless marriage."
    "Fuck it. Be a princess. Use em' till he runs dry for whatever ya want. Call it compensation, call it manipulation, I don't care. Get what ya can from him. It's the least he could do."
    "I wish I could think like that..." a sigh leaving your lips.
     "Ya won't ever though. You're too bright and shiny for that type of thinkin'" He shrugged. "Good and bad, it happens, plus, it's one of the reasons we love ya." He winked.
     "I love you too, Mammoney."
     "Of course ya do, what's not ta love? I'm the Great Mammon." His blush betraying his attitude.
     "I know Lucifer already served his sentence here with me," You joked, "but could you have him come in next? So he can read this?" You poked at the folder as you continued to eat.
     "Most likely ya, he's been hoverin' like a mother hen since the king took most of his duties back. It's left him a lot more free time. Which, while pretty cool," the Avatar of Greed sighed, "it's also been drivin me, Satan and Belphie a bit crazy. Like, we know he means well...but it's been a long ass time since he hovered like he is."
     "Well, he loves you guys. He always hated he couldn't be around as much because of what he was doing. He's the oldest, he feels like he has to or he is a failure, we both know his pride won't let him..."
    "Yaaaa, we know. It's just weird. He's in such a happy mood, Satan and Belphie sabotaged his coffee all sneaky like....and he just laughed." Mammon shuddered. "I almost prefer gettin strung up to that, ya know?"
     "I'm glad he laughed. His blood pressure was probably sky high  anyway. I don't need him having a stroke or heart attack. He's gotta be around to see baby royal grow up. You all do." You stressed, looking Mammon dead in the eyes. "So be extra careful with the witches and at the casino, please?" You put on a pouty face, knowing you would win in the end.
    "Alright, alright, fine." A deep sigh left him. "I'll cut it back for ya, for the munchkin." He motioned to your belly. "Ya know, pregnant ladies can make bank online."
   "Oh hell no, you better not be saying what I think your saying."
    "Well, you got Mega Goldie, excuse a man for trying to make some money. Damn." He scoffed playfully. "But for real though, you ever want some extra cash, The Great Mammon knows where ta take ya."
    "No." A disappointed look on your face.
    "Don't let Lucifer see that look. You'll raise his blood pressure." He sassed as he showed you the text that Lucifer would be with you as soon as possible.
     "Ask him to grab me some clothes. I don't think I need the gown. Plus, I want to shower."
    "We talkin' sexy shower? Cuz I could give you a rub down." A purr leaving his lips, causing you to laugh and blush. "See, being single ain't so bad. Get a bunch of hot guys hitting on ya. Works for me, we get ta see ya all giggly and blushy." He returned his feet to the bed rails. "Speaking of being blushy, ya gonna let Diavolos dad take you for a ride?" A large teasing smile on his face.
   "Mammon!"
    "It is a legitimate question and I refuse to take your abuse from askin' it!" He turned his head and put up his nose as a show, only turning to you for a moment as a laugh left him. "Plot twist, prince dumbass ends up havin ta call ya Mommy."
     You slapped his ankles as hard as you could, you know it didn't hurt though, he continued to laugh, never moving his feet. "It's like the perfect revenge."
    "Oh my God..." you whispered, hands covering your face.
     "Ain't no God here, Doll. That dicks upstairs." Mammon pointed upwards. "Imagine Lord Diavolo balls deep and you just start moaning for his dad." The laugh leaving him quickly, racking his body.
     "Doubtful, Mammon. I've been told I'm quite skilled when it comes to pleasures of the flesh." Diavolos deep baritone catching you off gaurd.
    "It's never a normal conversation with you two, is it?" Lucifer sighed. "Just once, I would like to over hear something tame from the two of you."
     "I've also talked with my father. As punishment for putting the future princess, if Mc should accept my offer, through what I have, and as compensation for being able to use all of the kingdoms riches to prove my loyalty, my father is allowed to have no more than fifteen minutes with Mc, if she should so choose." Diavolo took a seat next to your bed. Leaning back in the chair and resting his left ankle on his knee.
     You could feel your face light up like a Christmas tree. "You would really be okay with me having sex with your dad?" Voice octaves higher than intended.
     "I told you I would do anything. If that is what it takes...then so be it."
    All you could do was blink.
    "See, I told ya, Mommy-" your hands flying to his face cut him off as you threw yourself over the railings. A set of hands grabbing your hips kept you in the bed. "Mammon. Quite." You instructed.
    A big toothy grin on his face, he made the motion of zipping his lips as you were slowly pulled back.
     Diavolo's hands lingered on your hips for a few moments, even after you were seated in the bed. "My father seems more taken with Asmodeus. If anyone would be getting called Mommy, it would be him." He sat himself slowly, staring at Mammon.
    All the Avatar of Greed could to was nod and give a thumbs up as he looked anywhere but at the prince, remaining quiet.
     "I missed the text about clothes. I only noticed after being at your door. I have ask Barbatos to purchase you something appropriate for bed rest, but not a gown, as you've grown tired of the infirmary one." Lucifer informed, tapping Mammons shoulder to switch him seats. The eldest sitting as Mammon pulled up another chair to be next to him.
    "Um..." you wrung your hands together, the energy in the room was nerve racking. "I wanted to wait. To open the rest of the bags." You motioned with your head to what sat at the end of your bed. "I hope that's ok." You turned to Diavolo, a dark flush taking over your cheeks and running down your neck. "Since your here now...I was wondering if you would have time to open them with me." You turned your eyes to stare at the wall. Knowing you were going to be used like a flesh light by nine demons and trying to look at Diavolo...you felt like your face was going to melt off.
     "I would love nothing more, but perhaps we let Lucifer read and negotiate first. I believe he will appreciate his gift once he needs not worry about paper work.
   The bib. Your smile reaching your eyes, you turned to Lucifer. "Read fast."
     "I take it you have not opened the box yet?" Diavolo reached out for it, setting it in your lap. "I purchased something different. If it isn't to your liking, or you wish not to sign, then do not worry yourself. If you do wish to sign, but do not like the cut or style, even the color, please let me know. I'll have it changed immediately."
     Lucifer picked up the file from the bed and began. Your hands held the box carefully... were you ready to see it? Were you going to be able to sign? Even after..." You still didn't know a lot about Diavolo, other than the bits he had admitted to you. "The week before the wedding... I'd like to spend more time with you. Get to know you better...it's how I'm going to decide what I'm doing."
    He nodded his head. "I'll have what little I do have scheduled moved. I will be free the whole week."
    "Okay." You nodded as you looked at the box harder.
     "If ya use yer hands, it'll probably open faster." Mammon teased.
     "I know that, jerk." You stuck your tounge out at him. Taking a deep breath, you opened the box.
      It was gorgeous.
     "The stone itself is Aerielzite. Only able to be found in the deepest part of the forest, next to the lake. Every few thousand years, a handful of rocks wash up on the lakeshore. Only one or two of them ever have it inside of them. It's exclusive to the Devildom." Diavolo's tone was soft, his eyes overlooking the ring. "The two stones on the sides are no where near as rare, but I believed it would suit you."
     The main gem, while clear as glass, held sparkles. Looking at it closely, the sparkles where small, milky white in color, and not sparkles at all. Small flowers. Each one different. The milky white didn't influence the clarity in the slightest. The stones on the side were easy to recognize. Your designated birth stone in the human realm. Your voice was no more than a whisper, slipping past your lips in disbelief. "It's beautiful..."
     "I've also enchanted it. The band will fit your finger perfectly. I've been told by the jewelers that finger swelling is common in pregnant women. So no matter what happens, it will always fit and never fall off. So you've naught a worry as to loosing it. I know the thought of such things detoured you from wearing jewelry in the past."
    You weren't sure how long you spent gazing at it. Completely unaware of Diavolo watching the wonderment on your face as you found a new flower when shifting the ring in the lights.
     "If Mc should want divorced, because the terms are the same as if you should cheat, are you sure you wish to keep the possibility of a death sentence. It does seem a bit over the top, even for you." Lucifer set the folder down on the table beside himself.
     "What?" You were drawn from your thoughts as you turned to the prince. "Why would you include that? Especially if I divorce you?!"
    "Rudy was the one drawing up the paperwork. It was honestly just easier. I trust that if you were to leave me, I would do something most likely worthy of your ire, so what happens, happens."
    "Who the fuck is Rudy? Why would it be easier? Your talking about dying."
    Lucifer released a sigh. "Rudy is very knowledgeable about the laws, and the systems. He is just terrible at the navigation of writing said papers. I once waited three hours for something that should have taken thirty minutes, at most."
     "It also doesn't help that he is very nice to talk too. Truly a good man. No one has the heart to demote him..." Diavolo sighed as he motioned to the paperwork. "Rudy." He shrugged.
    "So basically the human DMV." You nodded. "If your okay with it...I guess I am too. I am curious though...why that date, the two weeks?"
    "I'm surprised you are asking. I would have thought the day you entered my realm more memorable." The smile on his face matching the hearty chuckle. "Call me sentimental, but since we've missed the Blood moon, I could think of no better date than the one we first laid eyes upon each other."
     It made you blush and turn away from him. "We should do the gifts."
     "Satan has already received his." A smile on the princes face.
     "I'm not even going to ask how that went." You rummaged through the sack from before and found Lucifer and Mammons. "Diavolo had them made. I think they are pretty neat...and since you'll most likely be around a lot, you can even use them too. But I imagine it'll be more for photo shoots." Your smile was wide as you tossed the corresponding bib to each man.
     Mammon slammed it down in his lap, looking away, only to pull it up and look again.
    "It's okay if you cry, Mams..."
    "I ain't gonna fucking weep like a lil girl over a bib." His voice shaky as he stood to embrace you. "I just got stuff in my eyes, not related at all to this stupid bib that I'm totally gonna take hundreds of photos of the munchkin in."
    "Love ya, Mams."
    "Love ya too." His voice was quiet, you could feel his tears through the shoulder of your gown, but you wouldn't tease him. Not this time. "Love you too, munchkin." He placed a hand on your tummy. It was weird. He was the first to do so, but it would be something to try and get used too. It was probably gonna happen a lot as you got bigger. Especially when the baby started moving.
     You honestly couldn't wait for that day.
      Lucifer's smile was soft, gloved hand moving over the fabric lightly. "Barbatos's, let me see it." He held his hand out. Digging around, you found his and handed it to him. A light airy laugh leaving his lips. "You've done excellent."
      "I thought so." The prince shrugged. "All though the kicker would be these two." He tossed the one for you and him to Lucifer, another laugh escaping him. Mammon snatched one and softly ran his fingers over it.
      "This kid is so damn cute and it ain't even born. Imagine how damn adorable the munchkin is gonna be in this." He held it up to Lucifer, the Bib made for you.
     "I imagine he or she will have us all wrapped around their finger quite easily. In these situations, it is best to try and have a strong united front. So the child may have morals and not be spoilt."
     "Well, you did good teaching Satan. He's a good man." You smiled confidently.
     "Your flattery will get you no where with me, Mc." Lucifer smirked as he handed back Barbatos's bib for baby royal. "I would love to be present when he receives it, if at all possible."
     You nodded. Eyes going back to the ring box.
     'I am glad you like it. I was worried you may find it gaudy or unappealing."
    "I don't know how. It's amazing. Are you sure it shouldn't be put somewhere, like a museum? You said its rare..."
    "The flowers inside are never the same pattern, or even the same flowers. Each one is unique. I would rather you wear it than have it set away in a dusty building behind layers of enchanted glass."
    "I...thank you." You closed the box carefully and handed it to Diavolo.
    "I understand." His face was hard set as he stood.
     "No!" You threw yourself up and over the bed rails, grabbing the front of his suit. "It's not rejection. Just...if I do sign, you'll need it for the wedding..." Your gaze holding an uncertain look as you looked up to him.
     "If." He whispered. "I believe I've bothered you enough. I can still leave if I've made you uncomfortable." His large hands covering yours as he looked into your eyes.
    They were soft, no longer hardset. You could tell he wanted to stay, but would leave if you asked. "You can stay." Your voice was soft. "I still have bags to open...and...we should talk more." You could feel your face heat.
     He slowly removed your hands, hold both of yours in one of his and his other hand rested in your hip, guiding you back to a sitting position in the bed. "You should try to be more careful. Barbatos will order higher bed rails if you should fall out." He chided gently, features soft as he continued to look at you. "May I...May I touch you?"
    "Ya kinda already are." Mammon mumbled looking anywhere but at the two of you.
    "I simply wish to touch your stomach...to talk to our baby, if you would be comfortable." Diavolos cheeks held a soft pink as he slowly released you.
     "It's something that happens a lot in the human world. So don't feel bad about asking. Sometimes, random people just go up and touch pregnant women. Like rubbing their baby bump and asking a bunch of questions." You shrugged. "So getting used to it now rather than later won't hurt." You shrugged as you snuggled back into your pillows to lay down.
     "If a rando walks up to you 'n' starts touching you and shit, they are gonna find themselves in a fuckin' hole." The second born crossed his arms, sniffing away the last of his tears from earlier.
      "I believe Mammon and I think in similar ways." Diavolos warm hand now resting on your stomach. "If a stranger were to approach you and your mother, I am unsure I would be able to be merciful. The only bonus is that you will not have been born yet to see such violence so young." His eyes sliding up to yours. "I hope that you know, no matter the choice you make, I will protect you and our child. Even after they are born. I do not wish my child to endure loss such as I have."
      Diavolo's mother. She had died giving birth... "Was it just complications from birth...or did she have a condition or something that would have made the delivery harder on her?" You didn't want to drudge up hurtful memories or information, but it did matter.
    "That would be a question for my father. Until the dinner that night, it was the most I ever heard him speak of her around me."
     Placing your hand over his, you gave it a small squeeze. "Well, baby royal has lots of people that love them already. As long as they make it, the rest can be dealt with. I don't mean to speak out of bounds..." you paused, unsure if you should continue, "If your mother loved you even a fraction of how much I love baby royal already, she didn't regret having you. I feel like even if she knew the end result, she would have done it anyway. I would." You smiled down to your stomach. "No matter what happens, as long as it safe and loved, I've completed my part. I wouldn't change it for the world. I know she probably wouldn't have either."
     "You are correct." A deep voice drawing your eyes to the doorway. Asmodeus and the King entered, leaving the door open. "She loved carrying you." The kings eyes were on Diavolo. "Even if she knew what we know now, she would not change it. She loved you more than I will ever be able to tell you." His voice soft as he approached, taking a seat next to his son. "We will do what we can for Mc. I will do all in my power to ensure she does not meet the same fate, and that my grandchild makes it into this world. You've naught to worry, son. Enjoy the time you have. It passes much quicker than one thinks. Before you know it, you will be talking to your own child as I am speaking to you now."
     "Tens of thousands of years of rest will do that." Asmo sighed as he took a seat next to Mammon.
     "I am unsure I enjoy your honesty. Though I am unsure if you do not understand your position, or just wish to rile me." The kings eyes moving to Asmodeus.
     "Winding you up is easy, I know exactly were I belong. The truth is the truth, even if he has been a little shitbag." Asmodeus crossed his legs, glaring at Diavolo. "The years you neglected are on you, so you should spend the next couple thousand being a good dad and grandfather."
     "You truly wish to test me..."
     A sexy smirk from the Avatar as he rolled his eyes at the king almost made you laugh outloud. "I have a few ideas on how and what to test, though I don't think they are appropriate to be spoken of now."
    "A true Minx...Remind me to show you your place later." A small growl leaving him.
    "For real, he's gonna end up calling Asmo Mommy." Mammon averted his gaze.
  Dinner time came, it went well...for the first half.
     Satan and Diavolo were seated across from each other, instead of you and the prince being across. Satan had progressively upped his flirtation with you...and you weren't sure what to do. It wasn't your forty-eight hours...but you were technically single. The forty-eight more existed for the deal, so that he would forced to understand.
    The problem was, while seated at the same table with the man that held your heart, Satan was working on making you a lusty mess just from whispered words and quick touches. You couldn't bring yourself to look Diavolo in the eye. It didn't matter...you were single...but it still felt awkward.
    "You aren't very pregnant yet, but you wear it well, Mc. I dare say you're glowing already." The fourth born leaned back in his seat, gently resting his hand on your knee.
    "Oh, thank you, Satan." You blushed. He was the first to say it seemed like you were. It was very sweet. "Although I doubt it's gonna be that much of a glow anyway." You tried to deflect. He compliment made you feel nice.
     "Do you plan to have another?" Picking up his wine glass, he turned his eyes to yours, the green sparkling more than usual because of the chandeliers in the dining hall.
    You set you silverware down and wrung your hands, you didn't even know how to answer that question. You weren't even a month into this pregnancy, and who knew who you would even be with at that time or what would happen...
     "If you happen to fancy being pregnant, or having another baby, I can lend assistance." He casually mentioned as he took a sip of his wine, eyes never leaving yours.
     You opened your mouth to answer, but no words came. You closed it quickly and looked away, knowing your face was the reddest it had ever been.
     You hadn't seen Diavolo grit his teeth and bend his fork. The jealousy in his eyes as Satan told you he could 'assist'. The prince  knew full well what he ment. Satan was offering to breed you.
    "I...um." you cleared your throat. "I don't know. I might not be up for another, considering all the drama I've already been through with baby royal." You looked down to your hands.
     "I know you love being breed. Being called cute nicknames, Kitten." You could feel your heart race as he continued, "Breeding you would be easy. Every soft little gasp, every scream I could pull from you..." His fingers traced up your thigh, pulling your dress up with it. "Wrath works well with breeding. I get to channel all of it into something loving, like you taught me too, instead of destruction." His fingers making small circles on the skin of your thigh.
  ��  "A bottle of Demonus." Diavolos hard voice caught your attention.
    Satan rested his other arm on the table, holding his chin up with a cheshire grin. "Do you plan to tell us more about Dreka?"
     You bit the inside of your lip. Demonus had brought you so close to Dia...it had also taken you miles away from him as well. Maybe this time he wouldn't talk about her...maybe he would.
    If he did, it would all be truth he couldn't filter on account of being drunk, like last time. It was hard to believe a drunken Diavolo had helped you create the life inside of you, only for him to be drunk again and shatter you. Would he do the same this time? Perhaps another woman he fancied would come up...
     "Or is there perhaps another who you fancy, now that you've reacquainted yourself with her, and found her...diseased?" The smile never left his face.
    "Perhaps you check the garden, there may be a stray or two who needs your care." Diavolos eyes never left Satan's.
     "I've the only kitten I need right here." His fingers slowly dancing acrossed your exposed skin and moving further up.
     Satan was challenging Diavolo...
    "If you are interested in beastiality, I could have enough cats delivered to fill your whole home." He smirked as he began to enjoy his Demonus.
     "I'm sure you could. I'd kill every kitten in the House of Lamentation just to pet the pussy I want."
     You wanted to jump out of your skin. Satan was willing to murder cats for you...not even cats, adorable kittens.
     " Maybe the one you seek isn't interested in your cheap cotton sheets and toys." The princes icy words were spoken perfectly politely.
     You could feel Satan's hand still, smile still on his features, "I have a feeling this kitty cat wouldn't need such things." His hand moving quickly to cup your clothed cunt, middle finger expertly finding the bundle of nerves, he slowly put pressure on it and began lightly rub.
    Your hands gripped the sides of your chair tightly, even biting your lip, you couldn't stop the moan that escaped. Satan's soft touches, being exposed like this in front of everyone to see...even Diavolo... it had made you wetter than you would ever admit outloud.
      "See?" A chuckle left Satan as his finger continued to gently rub your clit. "This kitten purs from just the slightest attention. Leaves one to wonder how neglected she was by previous people..."
    Your eyes had slipped closed as Satan's finger continued the soft rhythm he had started. You did your best to control your breathing, but you could still hear yourself, small pants filling the silence until a loud sound made your eyes shoot open.
     Diavolo had broken the Demonus bottle with his bare hand. Gripped it too tightly in his jealousy as he watched Satan play with you. Your soft pants of pleasure driving him to the edge. "Remove your hand."
     "Why would I do what you ask?" The blondes face holding a smug grin. "Especially when my kitten is just starting to pur."
     "I wasn't asking." Diavolo's deep growl causing you to buck against the blondes fingers, the sudden anger had made you jump. You hadn't ment to let out an airy moan.
     "It really doesn't matter if you were. It's not as if you are her husband." Satan never spared you a glance as his practiced hands slipped your panties aside and found your clit again. The warmth of his fingers on your bare pussy, middle finger dragging slowly against your bundle of nerves was maddening. Satan's words were correct. You were free to do this. To be debauched in front of him by another. If it hurt him, the feelings were his to deal with, just as you had so many times before. "Not even a fiancé, not even a boyfriend." He stressed. "So it really doesn't matter what you say." A deep laugh leaving him. "Are you having a good time, Kitten?" Satan finally looked to you. "You look absolutely enchanting like this." His cheeks were a slight pink, eyes holding so much lust.
   You couldn't get the words out. You tried. You really did. Instead your hips talked for you, rolling forward against his finger drawing another moan from your lips as you held his eyes.
     Feeling Satan's finger slowly glide down, your eyes slid closed again as you panted. Feeling him at your entrance you shuddered. "Fuck." Your curse a whisper.
     Satan looked back to the prince, "Her time has not started yet." He growled throwing the broken Demonus bottle to the floor.
     "Correct. That was simply to absolve you of your grief and guilt, and to allow her to feel what it is like to be fucked by someone who holds them first. Kitten never made you any promises, well, not this time around." He tilted his head as he gave a smile. "She was willing to give you her everything. Be your wife. Mc would be loyal to you until the day she passed, or longer if made immortal."
    "Satan!" You gasped as his finger entered your slick hole, wet from all of your public teasing and his kind words. Hands grasping his arm, your eyes spotted Diavolo. It was the maddest you had ever seen him.
     "I could make her meow any minute." He taunted. "Isn't that right, Kitten?"
    "Yes!" You hadn't ment to answer, but your brain was so hazy. So close to cumming, and right in front of Diavolo. A small twisted part of you hoped it hurt. That maybe he would finally understand that others held an interest in you. You were more than just second in others minds.
     "You would have done so well at the coupling, Kitten. To think you were so scared. So embarrassed." He teased you. "Now look at you, I've only one finger partially in your tight little cunt and your so close to cumming. Lord Diavolo truly did squander his chance to let the others hear how pretty you sound." Satan's sly smirk as he tilted his head to the prince caused even more agony. He could tell. He could feel the wrath dripping from every pore in the princes skin. He would do nothing, especially with his fingers inside of you. It would put you in harms way. So all he could do was sit and watch, continue to challenge in the losing battle, or flee. Admit defeat to him. "They would have given his virility a standing ovation."
       "They still will." His eyes holding nothing but malice for the fourth born.
     "Will they? I doubt it. Especially if Mc likes how I breed her during her hours. Or, perhaps I'll take her from her seat and breed her right here in front of you."
     Satan's threat sent a whine from your lips as you squirmed under his touch.
     "I will stop you." The princes voice was calm, level.
      "I don't think you will. It's not your place. Jealousy truly doesn't wear well on you, Lord Diavolo." The blonde tutted as he thrust the rest of his digit into your pussy.
      You couldn't help how your body withered under Satan's touch. Even with just a finger you were so close already. You could feel the eyes on you, but it only seemed to make you feel hotter.
     "Are you close already, Kitten?" Satan's voice warm in your ear as his tounge slid down your neck. "Do you wish to show Lord Diavolo what he may never see again?"
      If you could do more than whimper and moan, you would have answered. You couldn't though. Most of your energy focused on just how close you were to cumming. Spreading your legs wider, your hands moved to your skirt to hold it up.
    "Doesn't she look beautiful like this? Blushing and so close to babbling, all from just a finger." He smiled to Leviathan. He had been seated next to you, Satan didn't miss the way his brother stared, or the tent that he was trying so desperately to hide. "Imagine how much she'll cry from the over stimulation of Leviathans cocks." He emphasized the plural. "I wonder if it will be louder than you've ever made her?"
       "Satan." Diavolos voice held warning. His fingers gripping the table hard enough to tear the table cloth and scratch the table beneath it.
    All the blonde could do was chuckle. "You're so close to transforming from rage." He held Diavolo's eyes. "Perhaps you'll think twice, if allowed the chance." He visibly increased his speed, finger rubbing your walls and finding a spot deep inside of you that almost caused you to scream. "Now cum for me, kitten."
      Just like that, the blonde had you shaking in your dinner chair, incoherently babbling as his finger continued to work your walls, always tracing back to the same spot as earlier, drawing you further and further along. A finger tilting your head up as you rode your orgasm, you opened your eyes. Diavolo was staring at you as Satan made you cum. His cheeks pink, yet his face so angry as Satan's free hand held your face up for the Prince to see.
    "Such a pretty meow, Mc. I won't stop until you tell me too." The blondes whisper hot in your ear causing you to cum again. The sound of Satan's finger fucking your tight hole while he taunted Dia turned you on to a level you hadn't even know existed.
    You weren't sure how long the fourth born had over stimulated you, all you knew was that you finally reached your limit, tears on your cheeks telling Satan you couldn't endure any longer, tapping at his wrists, your words barely made sense to you, but it seemed to be enough for Satan to stop.
     You whined as his finger left you. Feeling so empty even after just one digit.
     Bringing his cum coated finger to his mouth, Satan made a show of licking it off. A satisfied hum filling his chest as Diavolos look of rage fueled him to take his whole finger in his mouth. "Mc taste sweeter than any I've had the pleasure with, yet you still went to another." He turned in his seat, pulling your panties back over and flipping down your skirt. "You truly are scum, nothing you could offer me in the three realms would ever turn me away from her. If she were to ever go back to you, I'll be here." He couldn't help his smirk. "I'll never push, but if you fail her, I will take your place in an instant. You are replaceable." He held his finger out to Diavolo, your juices long gone, but it still got his point across. "She is not. This is not."
      You wished you could understand what was being said, your mind just couldn't comprehend it. The sensation of your panties being moved back caused you to shiver. Dress hitting your thighs doing the same. You only felt wetness. So much wet, and a longing for more as you shook in your chair.
    After your faculties returned, you could feel your face heat. That had been so...fucking hot. Between Satan's taunting, the feel of the brothers eyes on you as you were made to cum in front of them. It had been thrilling. Even the look of anger in Diavolo's eyes had made you want more. Maybe now he would see that you weren't to be second to any, except your child. Looking up, suddenly feeling bashful, you noted Diavolo was not at the table any longer.
     "He's so fucking bothered even I got a boner. Anyone else just absolutely fucking love that?" Mammon sat back in his chair.
     "I call first dibs on Mc!" Levi yelled, quickly covering his mouth as he blushed a deep red.
     "Well that fucking sucks, I was gonna call dibs for us." Belphie sighed.
     "If just Satan using his fingers pissed 'em off that bad, wait 'til he finds out we are all getting a turn." Mammon laughed.
     "It's none of his business unless Mc wishes to share it with him." Lucifer sat holding his wine glass, legs crossed, as with his arms.
     "Very true." Barbatos nodded. "I imagine I will have quite the mess to clean later. The young master hasn't been that angry in years. I dare say Satan may have aided you very well, Mc. Not only has he made you cum and given us a taste of what's in store, but he has riled the young master very thoroughly. I dare say it was a success all around."
      "Y-you look-k r-really pretty when you c-cum." Leviathan stuttered, hands shooting to cover his mouth as he turned red averting his gaze from you.
     All you could do was continue to blush.
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Netflix's Avatar The Last Airbender thoughts, part 4/5
about the characters from the Fire Nation
Zuko and Aang: they softened Zuko a lot, which, eh, it's fine. he opens up to Aang a little too easily in ep 6, but i loved their little talk about their studies and how they grew up. it's on the nose but honestly, you can't exactly pretend that the Zuko-Aang parallels in the OG show were subtle. "I need my honor back" *sharp cut to Zuko* was anything but subtle, so i'm actually fine with this
Iroh and Lu Ten: so, the discussions around the siege of Ba Sing Se, and Lu Ten's funeral, and Zuko's remembrance of Lu Ten were all wonderful. it's a nice detail to include the earth kingdom soldier, to show the consequences of Iroh's actions more, and i decided i liked how they handled it. i like that Iroh doesn't apologize - there is no point, and no apologies will bring the soldier's brother back. the only thing he can do is show that he knows too many lives have been lost in this war already, and move on; maybe hope that confronting him has helped the soldier move on in some way as well. as for the casket scene; Leaves from the Vine is exploitative a little, but i think the show did a good job of not just riding the free tearjerking the song itself lent to it, but providing substance under it. i especially adored Zuko in that scene; he's young, too young and too raised in an emotionally repressive family to be able to say what he really wants to say. it doesn't even really seem to be allowed for him to say "i'm sorry for your loss", because Lu Ten's fate is regarded as an honourable death more worthy of congratulations than condolences. but obviously, Zuko feels how much pain Iroh is in, and (what i also love) he's struggling with Lu Ten's death himself. there were hints in the original show that Zuko would've spent time alone with Iroh and Lu Ten, and the gifting of Lu Ten's medal is such a precious, telling moment of their relationship. my last comment is that having Zuko not only personally relate to Iroh in his grief, showing him that Iroh isn't alone in this pain, but then sitting with him after that is such a heartwarming, beautiful moment.
Zhao: so Zhao's story was interesting, i think it explored his motivation a little better, and he remained more consistent. in the OG show, he goes a little 0-100 after his first few episodes, here it was more gradual from being a nobody to having ambitions of killing the moon and becoming Firelord. hm. this is almost like a pattern huh
Fire family: is the easiest way to refer to the whole Ozai-Azula-Zuko-Iroh situation. Ozai and his relationship with his children is framed differently and expanded upon. they did change the whole dynamic somewhat, which i don't think is necessarily bad, it certainly lends more depth to Azula, whose story culminated originally in what Overanalyzing Avatar called "The Extremely Expedited Complete Mental Collapse of Azula" (if you haven't watched his analysis on why he thought Azula's breakdown was too sudden, i really recommend it). i think with how they are setting up her character, if they take it in the same direction as ATLA did, they'll have a more solid and believable breakdown at the end. i think Ozai seems weirdly - bear with me here - protective of Zuko. like he believes the crap he's spewing, and while he still treats Zuko horribly (i think the burning of Zuko's face was somehow even more cruel in this, it felt less angry and more deliberate, cold, which is... ugh. hard to even think about.), he clearly seems like he'd prefer Zuko on the throne over Azula. which was not the case in ATLA, even when they were children and Zuko wanted to show off to his grandfather, before he did anything, Ozai was already frowning. now, i don't necessarily think this change couldn't make an interesting story, i just hope the message about how abusive and horrible Ozai is to his children is not gonna get twisted and excused because of this change in attitude. i also like that there is a little more emphasis on the fact that Ozai and Iroh are brothers, and that they actually TALK to each other
priorities: from the above points, i think a clear pattern forms: despite the runtime being roughly equal to ATLA's book 1, NATLA season 1's priorities lean sooooo far towards discussing the fire nation, their soldiers, their supporters and opponents, Zuko and Iroh, Ozai and especially Azula that the Gaang looses a crapload of the runtime they originally had. and while this obviously benefits the fire nation characters, it has this negative effect of us missing out on a lot of opportunities for the main cast to bond while we're busy watching Mai and Ty Lee hyping Azula up for... whatever reason
Mai is not in this show btw. i know there was a girl with Ty Lee and Azula who looks like Mai but it wasn't her.
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GOOD FOR NOTHING
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Prompt: When the mc decides to call the brothers out on their terrible treatment of Mammon. Pairing: Mammon x GN!MC, can be read as platonic or romantic Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Angst TW: Some cussing in the latter half by MC
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You had always been very perceptive. Some of your acquaintances were in awe of your perceptiveness, while some simply brushed it off. Your keen eye and caring nature often landed you in trouble, as was evident from the amount of times you had been threatened by the demons in Devildom, but you never stopped speaking up. You never stopped poking your nose in other people’s business, and became somewhat of a therapist to the seven demon brothers. You had also grown closer to said brothers.
Which was why it hurt you to see Mammon be verbally bashed every single day.
Mammon was kind and wise, in his own adorable way. He opted to keep his good deeds out of public eye, and would gladly take blame for something he didn’t do if it meant Lucifer’s anger was not directed on his other brothers. He was exceptionally selfless in the things he did, and that proved to be his downfall. You had confronted him many times, arguing that it wasn’t fair for him to take all the blame. Them picking on Mammon, and him allowing them to do it did not sit right with you.
“It’s fine MC, I’m used to it. Got centuries of practice, y'know?” he’d always say, a small smile on his face. He would make you promise you wouldn’t go picking up fights with the others, sending you the same small smile whenever any of his brothers criticized him, almost as if to say, ‘It’s alright, I’m fine.’
But there were days even the greatest and toughest of people cracked under pressure. You couldn’t count the number of times Mammon had visited your room in the dead of the night, eyes shining with unshed tears. His entire posture seemed to radiate his need for reassurance and comfort, and it completely shattered your heart to see your normally energetic demon so subdued…. so lost. Those nights would be spent rubbing his back as he hugged you and cried out all his insecurities, all his pain.
“You are really good-for-nothing, Mammon.”
Lucifer’s voice brought you out of your thoughts, the venom in his words making your anger flare up. Your eyes were trained on Mammon, who was staring at the ground.
“You-”
“Shut up Lucifer.”
All heads in the room turned to you, mouths agape as they registered the angry expression on your face. Even Mammon looked up, a tense look on his face as he tried to placate you, “MC just-”
“No Mammon. I’ve kept quiet about this for so long, but I cannot let this continue.” The finality in your tone quietened the second-born as he realized there was no stopping you now. You stood up from the couch, calmly walking over and standing next to Mammon, staring right up at Lucifer.
None of the brothers had ever seen you get angry. Annoyed? Yes, plenty of times. But genuinely angered? Not until today. Suddenly the room seemed to grow colder, as if something malicious was lurking around. Even Satan seemed on edge, and he was the literal Avatar of Wrath.
Your eyes swept through the room, landing on each brother as you scoffed, “What gives you the right to call him 'good-for-nothing’? If he’s good-for-nothing, then what are you?” Mammon’s posture became defensive as Lucifer began to grow agitated.
“What did you just say human?”
“You heard me. If the most selfless person in this house is good-for-nothing, then what the fuck are you? You know what, I’m sick of this. I’m sick of your 'holier-than-thou’ attitude. Newsflash buddy, but you’re just as flawed as he is. In fact-” you looked around at the others, “ you all are. You constantly belittle Mammon for giving into his sin, when you do the exact same thing on a regular basis. I could nitpick and criticize you, just the way you do him.”
“No matter how he feels, he lets you use him as a fucking punching bag because he knows you’re stressed Lucifer. He shields the others from your anger by taking the blame. And what does he get in return? His brothers insulting him every chance they get? Being called a scumbag by his family, the people he cares for?”
You took a deep breath, trying to calm down as you laced your fingers with Mammon’s. There was a deafening silence as everyone in the room considered what you had just said. You looked around, finding Asmo, Belphie and Satan looking ashamed, Levi fidgeting with his headphones, and Beel looking at the ground sadly. Lucifer’s face was stoic as usual, but you could no longer sense any hostility from him, so your words might have impacted him in some way at least.
“I swear to Diavolo, if he hadn’t stopped me each time, we would have had this conversation a long time ago. Learn to appreciate your brother, or one day, you might just lose him,” you said, your tone much softer than it was moments ago. You looked at Mammon, who had tears running down his face and was holding your hand as if his life depended on it. You gave him a soft smile as you said the next words, “Mammon and I will be in my room. Come find us when you’ve realized just how lucky you are to have him as your brother.”
You pulled the white-haired brother with you, leaving the others to rethink a lot of things as they stared at your retreating backs.
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tags: set in the first film when Jake first comes to Pandora, reader has many piercings (both above the collar and below) and is described as having goth/dark makeup on, flirting and sexual implication, female reader - let me know if i missed something!
synopsis: just like the gray rock that keeps the hallelujah mountains afloat - the connection between you and a marine is magnetic.
What Jake had least expected when stepping into the link room was the icy cold attitude of one Grace Augustine and the soothing balm of your smile. As Grace stormed off, white coat and cigarette smoke trailing after her you appeared in his vision instead, smile glinting in the lights and he felt himself do a double take - your smile wasn’t the only thing shining in the light, it was your piercings. On each side of your lip, are metal hoops with barbells resting on your lips. As he continued to study you he realized you had a stud on the side of your nose, and he caught a cartilage piercing peeking out from your hair. Your name floats into one ear and resides in his mind as you greet him.
“Jake, Jake Sully ma’am.” You give him yours, this time from your own lips rather than Max’s and he finds it’s a lot prettier when you say it instead. You’re a botanist, working closely with those in the avatar program and Jake finds it hard to hide the twitch in his lips at the prospect of seeing you again.
“I hope to see you again soon Jake.” You smile politely and warmly and he can’t help but try to keep you just a little while longer. You’re easily the prettiest girl he’s seen, and you are inherently a lot more different than the scientists around you. Along with your piercings, dark makeup lines your eyes in a way that makes him want to keep looking even if his eyes sting from dryness. Blue eyes flicker to your painted lips as they twitch into a pleased smile directed at whatever is on your tablet and Jake finds it almost humiliating how he gets the smallest amount jealous over a tablet.
“I like your piercings, not many people around here have them.” You look over and giggle - light and soft and Jake has to take a moment not to let it go to his head.
“Thank you Jake. You’re right not many do, I had to bitch at HR to let me keep them.” He chuckles and watches as five more are revealed on your ear as you tuck back your hair. Blue eyes watch your fingers carefully and trace the curve of your ear with reverent detail. You catch his gaze and turn your head to do the same to the other side - showing off another five.
“I had to keep them even up here.” You jest, smile making your eyes turn up into crescent moons and Jake is quick to burn the sight into his mind for as long as he lives. You’re drop dead gorgeous. Tilting his head and wetting his lips, he finds the next words he says come easily to him as breathing.
“How many you got, in total I mean?”
“Thirteen, out of the ones you can see at least.” You hum, and you watch with rapid fascination as the gears in this jarhead’s mind go to work. Your chuckle is hard to keep to yourself as you catch the tell of pink flushing his ears when he comes to the realization.
“Oh damn.” The last part of his sentence is quiet and under his breath as he swallows drily at the mental image you had put in his head. You catch how his eyes drift down to your chest that’s covered in your thick blouse and lab coat.
“My eyes are up here Marine.” Whatever it is he wanted to say next dies on his tongue as both Norm and Max call out his name. He looks at you with an apologetic look as he grins boyishly at the disappointed frown on your face. It's more of a pout than a frown but he thinks you’ll appreciate it if he keeps his thoughts about you professional to make up for his last mishap.
“When will I see you again?” Your eyes trail up his figure and his grin grows smug at how they linger on his arms.
“We’ll see each other often, Grace drags me out of the lab to go with her in the forests. I hear you’ll mostly be an escort if our timetables match.” You pick up folders and lean in closely. From his position he can see how the thin line of black as it wraps around the curve of your lash line and finds himself entranced by how vibrant the color of your eyes is, cutting through the fluorescent white light of the bio lab..
“If you’re lucky I might set aside a few hours for you.” Eyes only on your lips, Jake finds the chip in your front tooth to be impossibly adorable; he takes your smug grin with pride. Wetting his lips he tilts his head again to the other side - and you can’t help but chuckle at such a cute habit. His nickname might change from marine to owl if he keeps this up.
“What do I gotta do to get lucky exactly?” The grin you send him sends a shiver so great he wonders if he can feel it in the knob of his spine.
“Get the guts to ask me to dinner. Welcome to Pandora Jake, I hope you like your stay.” With that you leave the bio lab with the same flourish that Grace had but with more of a pep in your step than hair fizzing with anger.
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Why???
Why do people think this is how fandom and creation works???
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(hopefully that’s legible lol - a comment saying “Otaku6337. Hi. I have a question, namely, would you be able to write a short story bnha x Avatar (James C’s film) according to my idea. Or bnha x (SpyxFamily) according to my idea”)
Okay so first thing - they didn’t even say please. Which is just straight-up rude.
But second, and main thing - why? 
I haven’t mentioned that I take ideas, or requests, or anything of the sort. They commented on a bnha fic, but I’ve never written for SpyxFamily or Avatar. It takes exactly two clicks to see the list of my posted fandoms.
They didn’t call me by my “name” - by which I mean that anyone who knows me online, or who reads my author’s notes, or my comments, would know that I don’t go by my full username in comments and convos. 
They didn’t say anything about the fic that they commented on (I’m 98% sure they didn’t read it, partic as it was my most recently updated fic), they didn’t say anything about any of my writing, and honestly I wouldn’t be surprised if they’ve sent this comment to half a dozen other authors, or will do, and they didn’t even have the veiled courtesy to be a suck-up about it.
I don’t mind, generally, when readers of mine ask if I’ll write so-and-so for them. Normally it’s a semi-regular, and I’m quite happy to just say “sounds cool but, sorry, I don’t take requests!” and that’s that. Nobody is annoyed, or offended, or rude, it’s all cordial. No skin off of anybody’s nose, even if I generally don’t think people should be asking things of authors who haven’t offered to take requests. ‘Cause, you know, they haven’t been rude, and I generally have a bit of a “don’t ask don’t get” attitude myself.
But this. I can’t.
They’re a guest (I love guest readers but there’s nothing there to trust when it comes to things like this), they ask for crossovers when A - I haven’t got any crossovers posted and B - I haven’t written for either of the other fandoms, and they have done nothing but say “would you write according to my idea”.
Why should I?
Why can’t people write the fics they want to see in the world (talent is no damn excuse, we all start off with slightly questionable skill), or at least seek out people who actively take requests/commissions?
Why do they think they have the right to even ask? I write fics and post them publicly - I’m not performing a public service at the public’s request. I’m creating my art and choosing to share it. Now I have to choose between deleting, replying, or ignoring them. Even if I do reply and do it politely, they’re not going to like any of the results.
Why do people expect this shit? Why should I, based off of almost nothing, not even knowing if there’s a reason they’re asking me specifically, or what any of the details are (I understand not wanting to share ideas in a public space but they haven’t even mentioned characters or broad tropes), want to put my time into hearing them out in detail, let alone then spending hours of my life writing this for them.
I write for others sometimes. I’m planning on writing for others soon in fact - for my two best friends. For Christmas. I’m choosing, on my own whims, to spend hours of my life writing for two people that I adore. It’s worth it. I know they will enjoy it, even more than that I know that they’ll appreciate it.
The entitled tone of this comment makes it look like they see me as a vending machine. Like they press some buttons and their perfect fic magically appears.
Not like I’m a person who spends their minimal free time doing something I love for myself, and for my readers that I know will appreciate my effort and ideas and passion.
No part of me believes that this person would truly appreciate what I could ever write for them. They might be grateful on the surface level, maybe.
But, well, they didn’t even say please.
Don’t be this person.
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skrunklybf-archived · 2 years
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𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭;
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𝒅 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫:
╰┈➤ ❝ 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒍! ❞
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➸ mammon x f!reader
➸ no smut but suggestive themes, teasing, v light dom/sub dynamics, getting caught, jealous/possessive mammon <3
➸ the devildom alphabet ✧.* e is for exclusive
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mammon, in all his glory, had it coming.
you could deal with his general 'my way or the highway' attitude, his tendency to get himself in rather sticky situations, his overall lack of common decency -- you could deal with it all, because frankly, the avatar of greed had a kind heart under all that... mess... on the surface.
but, still, despite his status as a secret sweetheart, you knew you had to go through with it.
you felt your lips twitch up into a smirk as the demon of the hour stirred before you, antsy, uneasy under your gaze.
"what kinda deal?" he questioned, arching a brow. you seemed much too eager for this proposition; there had to be a catch of some sort.
"it's easy. you can't talk for the rest of the night. if you can do that, i'll forget about that shoddy potion you made me try--"
"ugh, i told ya, it was a mistake--"
"-- and," you continued past his interruption, holding up a hand to silence him, "i'll also forget about that grimm you owe me."
mammons gaze glimmered. if there was a chance to erase some of his monumental debt, he'd surely sniff it out, give it a try. why not? staying quiet for a few hours seemed easy enough.
the demon jumped up to stand in front of you, a thousand-watt grin growing on his face. "you got yourself a deal, treasure." and you grinned yourself, shaking his hand firmly like a proud salesman closing on a luxury vehicle.
if mammon could've caught the darkness that fell over your face just a second earlier, he would've been more prepared for the way you shoved him back onto the couch, both palms flat against his toned chest. his face flushed, his eyes widened -- that pretty mouth of his dropped open, but you silenced him with a finger against his lips. "ah ah, shhh, mams," you warned warmly, crawling onto his open lap and trapping him between your thighs. the way his tanned skin heated up so quickly beneath your touch made your tummy flutter. "don't wanna go back on your word so soon, hm? not a peep."
mammon clenched his jaw, all but wiring it shut under the gentle stroke of your thumb across his cheek. the common room you'd brought him to remained eerily quiet without his mile-a-minute speech, not a soul in sight except for your own. still, despite the relative privacy, anyone could walk in at any moment; anyone could see his hands grab hold of the backs of your thighs; see the way you kissed down his neck, marveling at the way his breath caught in his throat.
he squirmed under you. his breath was ragged, coming in and out of his nose like he had to think hard about the action.
"mmm, doing so good so far. and what about this, hmm? what if i..." voice silken, you leaned back just enough to fiddle with the buttons leading down your shirt. one, two, three -- soon enough, mammon was eye level with your cleavage, the black material of your bra peeking out as the neat dress shirt slowly came undone right in front of him.
amusingly enough, mammon flickered his gaze between your face and your chest, squeezing at your thighs like stress pillows. he drew in a long and unsteady breath as you slowly slipped the fabric off of your shoulders, letting it crumble to the floor at his feet.
you cooed, pulling him into your chest by the back of his head. delicate hands carded through his snowy hair as you nuzzled him deeper into your cleavage. he didn't protest -- instead, mammon held you closer, helping to mold your bodies together on the couch, hands working up to splay over your ass underneath your skirt.
and, if he hadn't become so invested in your little test, he would've noticed the familiar click click click of a heel; would've been able to save himself (and hopefully, you) from the rather stern voice echoing from the vast doorframe.
"it seems i'm interrupting something."
you jumped, mostly because mammon nearly catapulted you from his lap in his own fit of surprise.
"l-lucifer--!"
still perched firmly over his lap, you gasped and pointed a glare at mammon. he was much too busy scrambling for your shirt by his boot to notice your displeasure.
"mammon!"
"what?! p-put yer shirt on, jeez!"
"stop talking, we had a deal!"
"but-- but i can't let him see ya like this!"
"mammon," lucifer began with a grumble, reaching up to pinch the bridge of his nose in irritation.
"let who see what? oh!" a passing asmo chirped in delight, pulling himself to stand straight from where he peeked on in the hallway.
"what's going on?" beel mumbled around some spicy scorpion chips, digging loudly into the bag as he casually watched on.
"nothing good, if it has to do with mammon." satan moseyed in calmly beside asmo.
"what is this, a fuckin' parade?!" mammon, flustered beyond all hell, shoved you to the side and onto the couch, covering you and your exposed skin as best he could in his frantic state. a startled 'eep!' jumped out of you as he all but laid himself out like a blanket. "get out, all of ya! have some respect!"
before anyone could protest, lucifer sucked his teeth in disapproval. "get dressed. we're going to talk about your own lack of decency and respect for common areas."
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