#kuvira

But let's talk about the good things: BAASTARD JR IS MISERABLE 🎉🎉🎉

That's why I wish THE bad bitch Kuvira took longer to regret bc I wanted her to taunt his ass and laugh at him when he came with some bs "Whyyyyy I loved you 😭" I SWEAR this isn't just bc I hc her as queer, for all I care, in the same comic she could get with another man, say "im straight" and I still wouldn't gaf, but >>>Baatar<<<???? I hate this bs "but she loved him deep down" NO SHE DID NOT 💀💀💀💀 not in the surface and not deep down either, Idc if this is canonical explanation, if the writers really wanted to imply that she did loved him too deep down they did a piss poor job bc that's not what the character convey at all, he was just a convinient tool for her and that can be said from their other interactions, not just bc of the final betrayal. I really hope this doesn't sound like Im whining just bc she was with a man but Im sorry they're just weird (aren't they adoptive siblings? 🫪) if she gets with a man I really hope she doesn't go back do Bumass Jr, give her another one!!! In my heart, Kuvira was always using him for utility bc a queen never kneel to a peasant.

I know I just talked shit about it but I really liked the comic, I love Kuvira both as a villain and as an ally, I don't know if you read the comic yet but what do you think of a redemption to Kuvira? Or how do you think a redemption for her would work?

Kuvira >>>>>>>>> Ozai 👀👀👀👀👀

(Sorry for the paragraphs, but my friends don't watch avatar and I sure as hell don't want to talk about avatar on twitter)

i haven’t read the comics yet but i’ve seen some panels! i think a redemption for her is feasible and will make sense 😩 sure, she’s a dictator, but at the end of the day she acknowledges her own wrongs and could’ve had her troops try to arrest korra after korra saved her, but she had enough pride to give that up. i may be biased because i love her but aside from how evil her plans were, the root reason was slightly understandable, her ideologies were just flawed. just like the ideology of equality with amon, while thoroughly flawed and oppressive in its execution, you could see why eradicating bending would lead to true equality between benders and non benders, rather than non benders feeling inherently inferior even when the struggles were unspoken. it’s one of the things i love most abt TLOK, all the villains have interesting ideologies, including the red lotus. overthrowing the monarchy, etc.. their goals are nuanced and not 100% evil, making them slightly understandable even with how inexcusable they are!

sorry steered off topic, but same on the baatar point, literally what even is the point of his existence?? before watching tlok i was soooo sure kuvira was a lesbian, and let’s just say he was a huge disappointment 😩 she’s so queer coded and he’s just.. there. i hate him

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Wow… kuvira

Be nice about the head guys i drew it while sick

warnings: 18+ nsfw, porn without plot, hate sex, dictator!kuvira, meaaan!kuvira, strap usage referred to as cock sometimes, humiliation, power play, degradation, dumbification.

summary: kuvira — the great uniter — conquers city by city, using her own means to subtly threaten or appeal to the rulers, until she gets to your city. or basically: hateful lesbian sex. a/n: rewatching tlok rn it’s like a lesbian feast. for my gf @bae-fong wc: 1.9k

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kuvira’s troops were starting to get restless, seeing that it was their eighth day stationed at your city with no sign of leaving anytime soon, and with no orders to distract themselves with either.

it was rather unusual for the great uniter to spend so long negotiating over land; her terms were usually laid out swiftly, and the other party wouldn’t be left with much choice. either surrender or a slow death.

when the soldiers prodded for details about this oddly long stay, she’d dimiss them harshly. “it’s none of your business. i’m doing my best to seal the deal with her as soon as i can.”

and she was definitely sealing the deal with you. not the deal they had in mind, though.

little did they know that you and kuvira’s lengthy meetings, that were supposed to be all about you handing over your city to her, all ended in their leader fucking you over the very documents you had to sign.

“my men await your answer, they’re starting to get suspicious and impatient.” she pants into your ear, leaning back against her chair while her firm hands on your hips work you up and down her strap.

soft moans slip out of you when you angle yourself over her just right, the flared tip perfectly striking your g-spot. “i already gave you my answer, kuvira— mmh.” you stare at her through half-lidded eyes, your bare chest flush against her clothed one, a lazy smile tugging at your lips, “i told you i’m not giving my city up. were you hoping you could fuck my opinion out of me?”

her grip on your hips tightens enough to bruise and you wince, letting out a pained whimper. she glares daggers into you, face crumpled with anger, “excuse me? you will surrender.”

you huff, slick with sweat and breathless as you return her glare. “why should i? do you think i can’t see right through your scheme, you dictator? you’re no great uniter. you’re just a power hungry woman who’s gotten greedy for more control. i don’t know how you’ve managed to convince the other cities, but it’ll take more than sex to make me believe your propaganda.”

her eyes widen, brows furrowing in surprise and irritation.

you miss her next words because they’re accompanied by a punishing thrust, one that elicits a scream out of you and has you wrapping your arms tighter around her shoulders. “kuvi— ah!” you choke on your own noises, clawing at her back as her thick cock splits you open, bullying your gummy walls in the most devastating rhythm.

“ungrateful bitch.” she spits, and through your haze, you’re taken aback by the sudden vulgarity, the fake formalities dropped. her nails dig angry red crescents into the fat of your hips, her glare not softening in the slightest, “just fucking pledge your allegiance to me, you stupid whore. stop trying to sound smart and noble when you’re the one who bent over for me on our first meeting.”

“you— i’m—” you sputter, your words garbled from her ruthless pounding, desperately trying to get it together. “i— mfgh, i don’t care—”

“you will care.” her tone’s final, and she wastes no time in manhandling you off her lap and pinning you against the desk. you hiss at the feel of rough wood against your pebbled nipples, but your focus is quickly ripped off the sensation when you feel her wet tip already glide over your folds again, smudging your slick. “kuvira—”

“shut up,” she harshly fists your hair to hear you scream again, her other hand curling around your tender hip as she hungrily watches the toy sink back inside your leaking pussy. she slowly exhales through her nose, sweat rolling down her temples, then brutally picks up the pace once she’s buried to the hilt.

you’re grateful her walls are soundproof, because the sounds she was coaxing out of you were utterly depraved and filthy; your nails scraping the wood off, your broken moans resounding in tandem with the squelches of your drooling cunt, the desk creaking with every snap of her hips against your ass..

“what now, smart ass?” her condescending voice reaches your ringing ears, her hand coming back down on your hip with a smack to startle you out of your haze. “tell me more about how you figured out my evil plan so easily, you genius. you sure sound like a very clever woman right now.”

your fingers curl into fists, heat creeping up your cheeks in embarrassment while you hiccup a sob, “i.. ungh—”

she scoffs, lifting your hips even higher and your breath is knocked out of your lungs at the devastating angle. “you disgust me. you think you’re so tough, mouthing off and standing for your people, acting like an exemplary ruler when all you are is a cheap, dirty slut. how someone like you is allowed to rule over a city, i’ll never understand. this is why the earth kingdom is in ruins, and it’s why i’m here to fix it.”

the pure disdain in her tone has your teary eye twitching, anger sobering you up from your fucked out daze. you glance at her over your shoulder, a frown twisting your pretty features, “i— augh, i’m not a cheap slut. y—you’re not fixing the earth kingdom. you’re a fraud who’s lying her way up to— mmph!!”

your words come out slurred when two metal clad fingers find their way into your warm mouth, pressing down on your tongue to shut you up. she sighs, unbothered, “you know, i’d normally have you punished for talking back to me, but you’re so fucking pathetic i’d just feel bad. save your heroic speech for someone who’s not inches deep inside your dumb pussy, maybe it’ll sound more convincing. now shut up and just moan like the bitch in heat you are.”

you gag on her cold digits, drool leaking out of the corners of your mouth, tears streaming down your face from how hard her cock was hitting your cervix and stuffing you full. it’s all the more humiliating that you can feel every ridge of the toy from how tightly you were clenching around her as the heat in your lower belly pooled deeper and threatened to spill over any second now.

even in her gagging, she shows no mercy. her fingers fuck your mouth deep enough to reach down your throat and you scream around them, thrashing uselessly against her death grip. you feel the metal of her uniform press against the hot skin of your back when she leans down to capture your ear between her teeth. you can hear the smugness practically drip off her tone. “sorry, were you trying to say something?”

the last spark of fight in you is dimmed when her hand on your hip slides down between your thighs and finds your clit. a full-body shudder travels up your body, her touch against the swollen bud electric, quick rubs that force your eyes to roll to the back of your head, stars bursting behind your eyelids.

with a useless jerk of your hips, you gush shameful amounts of creamy slick all over her pumping cock, and she grunts at the feel of the wetness spraying over her clothed legs.

you lay limp on the desk, thighs spasming and mind buzzing with the force of your orgasm, then she pulls her fingers out of your slack mouth, sore and drooling. she looks down and hums appreciatively at the mess you made, spreading your cheeks to assess the puffiness of your glistening folds. she slides her index up your sensitive slit to gauge your reaction, a satisfied smirk adorning her face when you let out a cracked, overstimulated whimper at the touch.

“good. this should help you remember your place,” she pulls out with the filthiest squelch of your fluttering cunt. the toy clatters on the ground, and she lazily zips her fly, “the city’s mine now, pretty girl.”

her heavy steps echo through the empty room, making her way around the desk to head for the doorway. you try to lift your head up a little, your bleary eyes watching her retreating figure when you weakly breathe out, “.. no, it’s not.”

she stops in her tracks, hands behind her back, then casts you an amused look over her shoulder. “it is.”

“no, i won’t give you my city.” you mumble under your breath, barely keeping eye contact. the power difference felt so humiliating, what with her authoritative stance and your disheveled naked state on her own desk.

kuvira sighs, like you were merely a child picking a fight with her, then steps over to you. she leans down to your face level, stern green eyes piercing through your glassy ones. “you will give me everything. you’ve already given me your body, your pride, your dignity. all willingly. you’re a poor excuse of a leader, and i have lost all respect for you. so, i will be taking the city.”

“you— you’re so—” you stammer, frustration simmering at how infuriating she was being. “i fucking hate you.”

you expected a quip back, an insult, or a slap even. but instead, she only smiles, grabbing your jaw and pressing a warm kiss to your lips; one so gentle it surprises you and you reluctantly melt into it, letting her tongue lap at yours.

then her teeth sink down on your bottom lip and you yelp, immediately returning the bite hard enough to draw blood. she slowly pulls back, strings of saliva linking your busted lips. she licks the blood off hers with a grin, “don’t worry, i hate you too. you’re hot, but you’re hardly a treat.”

and with that, the pad of her thumb swipes over your bruised lip, tugging it down before letting go and standing up straight. her broad back faces you again as she heads out, and there’s nothing more you want to do than get up and beat that smile off her face.

if only you could walk.

“oh, right.” she stops at the entrance, turning back to you and searching in her pocket for something. your brow raises in curiosity, when a metallic glint catches your eye. she tosses the object at you — a small coin — and it slaps against your forehead with a groan from you before dropping back down on the desk right in front of you.

you stare at it, confused, then look up at her. her hand finds the doorknob, a sneer on her face while she twists it open, “just a little thank you for your whore services. good week.”

the vein on your temple bulges out. you pick up the coin and throw it her way, but it slams against the now closed door, then spins and rattles on the floor, her figure long gone. you whine and pull at your own hair with frustration; the fucking audacity.

with wobbly knees, you push yourself off the desk and onto the chair, staring down at the stickiness between your thighs. your nose scrunches with disgust; what a filthy mess you allowed her to make of you.

and yet, even with this whole ordeal and her declaration to forcefully take your city, you’re summoned the next day at her office for more “negotiation talk”. and once again, you’re left an incoherent, babbling mess on her lap, strings of insults spilling from both your mouths.

“f—fuck you,” you’d snarl, roughly tugging at her dark curly hair as her fingers scissored you open.

she’d capture your lips into the filthiest kiss, all teeth and saliva, then huff a smile. “you already are.”

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And I wholeheartedly agree! I think there is essentially nothing about her story that would indicate she wouldn't want a partner, right? Quite the contrary probably, I think this kind of connection is something she actively looks for and wishes for.

Do you think she'd be a thoughtful lover too? Like, affectionate and dedicated to have a healthy relationship?

I've seen my fair share of people calling Kuvira heartless and etc, but they never consider how painful it was to her to be forced to make that one decision with Baatar. But anyway, I'm genuinely just wanting to make sure my view of her character is accurate. So you really do also see her as someone who would genuinely wish for and pursue a romantic relationship right? And be protective of it/never want to sacrifice it again? 🥹

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I think she would be very thoughtful… infact I think all the time she spent planing the way she would do her “uniting” would now be spent on uniting her and you/her special person. All the time and thoughts once spent on that will now be spent on you/her person.

Eh everyone has opinions and not everyone has her redemption story 🤷‍♀️

To me though I think it shows that she was willing to sacrifice her own happiness if it was for the greater good (even if her way was wrong, at the time she genuinely thought it was the right way)

But definitely in my opinion she would want it , hold it close, protect it, grow it, cherish it, and never let it go.