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Sukuna had two hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling with a bored look in his eyes.
You were laid up against his chest, softly tracing the tattoos across his pecs, body limp from the multiple rounds of him just folding you in half on every possible flat surface since you both got home
Starting from against the door, to the couch, then on the stairs, on the bedroom floor, and finally on the bed.
You were thoroughly spent, whilst he was just there, cocks semi hard against his thigh, ready to go again if you wanted. Gods, he truly had the stamina of a stallion.
"Darling?" You tenderly trace the scar running across his tummy, fingertips drawing swirls when you reach the end of the scar.
"Hmm?" his voice rumbling deep in his chest, vibrating against your cheek that was pressed against him
"Do you plan on getting any more tattoos?"
The second pair of eyes glanced down at you, the first pair still glued to the ceiling. What was up there that he found so interesting? Odd man.
"Maybe, I haven't given it much thought" post sex Sukuna was always softer and tender, always clingy with you but he would rather die than admit that
"Would you get my name?" you ask sweetly
He smirked, finally looking at you with all four eyes, "You want that?"
You looked at him, "Yeah, my first and last name, one on each cock, that could be cute, no?" you tease, eyes sparkling with mischief
"Woman you're insane" he chuckled
"I'm not hearing a no" you shifted up, turning onto your side to face him, fingers reaching out to caress his cheek, eyes locked with his
"I would get your name, not on my cocks though"
"You're a spoilsport" you huff, "Would you get my face?"
"Hmm," he pursed his lips in thought, the idea had some appeal to him
"Maybe on your pec, I think that's the perfect place actually" you added, really selling your ridiculous idea
"Would you get a tattoo for me?"
You pout your lips in thought, "Yes, I would get your mark as a tramp stamp" you trace the mark on his forehead
Sukuna groans at the image of that, his little spit fire wife with a tramp stamp of his mark? It made both of his cocks spring to life just picturing it
"Are you serious?"
"Mhm" He cradled you against his body, a comfortable silence settling between you two, his hand stroking your back tenderly, lulling you to sleep
“Get some rest, wife” he kisses your forehead whilst pinching your ass before returning to stroking your back
“Bastard” you nip his nipple, causing the king of curses to jolt, a low chuckle leaving his lips
After a while Sukuna mumble against your hairline “We should install a mirror on the ceiling”
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Attachment in Avatar: The Last Airbender (ATLA), or fondly known as, They Fucked Up Aang’s Character and Everyone Else’s Characterisations Around Him.
Disclaimer: Please find that this is me, eyeballing the characters and the shows after my ATLA rewatch, rereading of the post-war comics in the ATLA universe, watching The Legend of Aang, and whatever’s rattling in my head regarding the Star Wars (SW) universe. I’ll be talking about Aang’s characterisation and how attachments are being handled in both the ATLA and SW worlds. There will be criticisms and comparisons between the two, and as much as I can plunge my hands into them. Feel free to bounce if any of these aren’t your thing.
Now, despite everything that’s been said under my lengthy analysis, I’m fond of Aang. I’m not fond of several other things that’s been written about the lil dude by Bryke’s hand. Take that as you will.
Being in the ATLA fandom after rolling around in the SW fandom for years has opened my eyes to the fact that the writers of ATLA were bad in talking about the concept of worldly attachments, and that’s weird, considering Aang is supposed to be inspired by Buddism, where the Jedi Order was based on them too.
Bear in mind from here onwards that I will be talking in terms of the ATLA universe, with some SW as well.
IROH
Iroh telling Aang in Book 2 finale that well, it’s okay to basically abandon the Fully Realised Avatar state—the supposed powerful figure that bridges the human world and spirit world (as they repeatedly say in the show), the demigod-ish entity who should prioritise the balance of the world instead of letting their attachments cloud their judgement—and to instead pursue a selfish love in a world where it’s already unbalanced as it is. Let us give Iroh the benefit of the doubt:
He was a war general and the Crown Prince of the Fire Nation: his views on any Avatar matters are incomplete, at best. I would say shrewd, but that was when he was younger. He’s grown from there, according to ATLA themselves.
Let us add in: he had been to the Spirit World after Lu Ten’s, his beloved son, death. He probably knows some about the Avatar and any Avatar matters in order for Iroh to find his family in the Spirit World. He has to. The Spirit World is hunting ground for lost souls and souls who aren’t supposed to be there. Iroh thinks he knows enough to give counsel on the matters of attachment to Aang at that point.
In my personal opinion, Iroh claiming that Aang made the right choice to abandon the Fully Realised Avatar State in exchange of a crush Aang had on Katara is deeply flawed of Iroh, and he’s specifically written that way as a justification for the actions Aang made. It’s odd to think that Iroh, the man who was all about knowing what your true destiny and your duties are, would just callously agree with Aang abandoning the requirements it would take to do his job as an Avatar. Iroh’s the Grandmaster of the White Lotus, an organisation specifically to support the Avatar in world peace. You’d think that Iroh wouldn’t let Aang delay any more years by not (gently) going off on him for not achieving the Avatar State. But given how this is Aang’s Universe, the show’s gonna close one eye on that because Aang is the Main Character and he’s always right.
KATARA
Katara is a character of her own, and she’s filled with passion, determination, and love for everyone around her. She fights for the unfortunate, fights for the greater good and what she knows is right, and will do so at her own terms if no one agrees with her. She has her own tributes and flaws on what makes her Katara of the Southern Water Tribe, and not just an accessory to the Main Character. She’s someone everyone can look up to, especially the little girls who are growing up and trying to find out what they want to be for themselves. Katara is also, unfortunately for her, the first Girl of the Group.
It’s been showed and admitted that in Aang’s POV, Katara has been entrenched into this idea of the Avatar’s Forever Girl in his head that nothing else matters to him when he tunnel visions on her alone. The writers made him that way, sure, and he’s a 12yo kid who probably needs more lessons, like fine, and I appreciate the kind of character flaws Aang has that there are some consequences to his actions, like the fact he almost died for them if not for Katara’s spirit water that managed to heal him. But it’s even more obvious in the comics, where all Katara is the crutch to Aang and his needs, and that she’s only been shown as just the Avatar’s girlfriend and not the wonderful character she was in the show.
It drags on as she becomes his wife, where she’s become this person who suddenly doesn’t have her own goals when it’s obvious at what her potential is in the show. She could do so much more as a war hero, as someone who’s seen the world and knows what’s her worth, instead of just catering to Aang’s needs.
In TLOK, Katara is depicted as this old widow whose grandchildren don’t even know her because Tenzin was too busy to even visit his own mother at the Southern Tribe. I would argue it’s because Aang had drilled the pressure so much on Tenzin that his world view just shrunk. I understand the importance of perseverance of an entire culture, but that does not mean that only an airbender can do it, not when you have family to share it with you, people who love you to discover all that was lost with you. Even when compared to Toph and Zuko—who have their own scenes, their interactions with other characters a nod to who they were in ATLA—Katara was sidelined and forgotten, to the point she wasn’t in attendance to her granddaughter’s own ceremony as an airbender despite the fact Zuko was there.
It’s achingly disappointing, but ATLA was made by creators whose whole philosophy on Aang and Katara’s relationship is that oh, the nice dude has to get the girl this time instead of the bad boy, the hero always gets the girl anyway—which is a disservice to Katara as a whole after they disregarded her aside, and it goes against the kind of growth that comes with the consequences part of Aang’s development as a character; he needs a whole lot growing up to do if he can’t take a hint on the soft ‘no’ Katara gave him when he accosted her with another of his surprise kisses. Sure, he achieved the Avatar State in the end, but through fighting with Ozai in which a jutting stone conveniently punches his back scar—the lightning scar Azula gave him in the catacombs while he was desperately trying to achieve the Avatar State by force—instead of actually letting Katara go as his worldly attachment willingly. Because if Aang actually did let her go, he wouldn’t have been wildly insecure about the Ember Island play when the scene between Zuko and Katara came on, which in return made Katara uncomfortable with that kiss after she clearly told him she was confused. That rubs me in all the wrong way, I will admit.
I’m pulling on my understanding of the Jedi Order’s take on attachment here, and it’s one I have always lean on when people try to paint the Jedi as this robotic beings with no emotions, in universe or from fandom in general:
There’s a difference between attachment that stomps repeatedly on the line of selfish love—in which Character A claims that Character B is theirs and only theirs, that Character A refuses to admit that Character B doesn’t fit with whatever concept Character A has in their brains, and that Character B doesn’t get the agency of their own character because Character A will be upset if Character B deviated from those same ideas—and actual love, in which you respect the person for they really are, even if it violently shakes the pedestal or the idea that’s been put in by you. You can’t control someone into fitting the box you have for them, even if it pains you to let them go because you don’t fit with them as well you thought they would. This isn’t just for romantic love, too.
For example: Anakin Skywalker. Before you jump at me for comparing Anakin—genocidal character who destroyed planets—to Aang—character whose people was forced through genocide—I will highlight repeatedly and say that this is strictly regarding attachments. I am touching this point only, at the current moment.
We all know the prequels of the Skywalker Saga is painted from Anakin’s POV. Unfortunately, his POV is from an unreliable narrative in which:
He was deliberately groomed by Sheev Palpatine aka Darth Sidious since he was a kid. Sidious was a slimy character who knew how powerful Anakin is and would become and molded him into a being Sidious will control at all times. Sidious planted the seeds of distrust for the Jedi Order and Obi-Wan into Anakin’s head. Mesh that up with Anakin’s arrogance, he thinks he’s the best and strongest Jedi for being the Chosen One when he’s already failing as one by 1) marrying Padmé, 2) forming an attachment on Padmé to the point he killed her for not choosing him at the end of Revenge of the Sith, and 3) wanting to be a Jedi and be married to Padmé at the same time despite how the Order said that you can be one or the other. Once Anakin turned into Darth Vader, he spent the rest of his miserable life being the little attack dog Sidious wanted him to be.
Anakin himself chose to go into the Dark Side. He chose to not talk to Obi-Wan—his mentor and friend for years—when Obi-Wan just wanted to make sure Anakin wasn’t spiralling into something so bad to the point of breaking him. Anakin chose to go to Sidious instead because he doesn’t want to listen to Obi-Wan’s advice. Obi-Wan knows how the prophecy of the Chosen One rests heavily on Anakin’s shoulders, and he loves him to the point of doing absolutely doing anything (within reason) for him if Anakin trusted him more. But his vision of Obi-Wan was covered by Sidious’s hand, who hated Obi-Wan’s guts so much for interfering with Sidious’s plan to drop-kick Anakin into the Dark Side quickly.
Anakin’s an unreliable narrator, and so his perspective of the Jedi is shrewd despite outsider views definitely say he’s the wrong one, to the point he’s just doing whatever by the time Luke came waltzing in to save him, and that Anakin loved his son to the point of destruction by killing Sidious himself. Anakin is such a complicated character, and his poor little meow meow tendencies has captivated me all the same lmao.
Anakin can’t let go of Padmé for the fate of galaxy, and I will say that this is the same thing Aang does when he can’t let go of Katara for the fate of the world, only Aang is much better as a person in a sense that he doesn’t kill people over it. Both Padmé and Katara to this day will only be a stepladder to Anakin and Aang respectively, whether it be for them be better or worse—this unfortunately happens to a bunch of female characters whose only service in shows are to be the plot piece to the Main Character’s story—whether they would die on screen or be left into a husk of a person they once were—as if they don’t have their own world to explore with. But, again, they’re just the love interest now, aren’t they?
THE GAANG
Listen, some of us are not that fond of TLOK in the first place for multiple reasons, but it’s certainly a choice for them to make the one character who hated rules with a passion and had done unspeakable amounts of law-breaking to be a goddamn cop. The comics made sure to even paint her that way. Toph, you deserve better.
Anyway, in terms of ATLA, the Gaang doesn’t bend easily to Aang the way Katara and Iroh are made to be. The rest of the Gaang were put out as challenges for him, and that’s great to see when it makes the story move forward with the way Aang solves them, either with his friends or from another third party’s perspective i.e. the turtle lions. While there aren’t any attachments from Aang towards the Gaang as much as he does have for Katara, I will be talking about how these characters act as Aang’s stepping stool, all the same.
For this, I’m stepping into the world of the movie, The Legend of Aang, and I will be criticising it. If you haven’t seen it, you can skip to the TLDR later.
Every time I think about this movie, I release a big sigh at how this piece of media could be soo much better if the big heads of Bryke didn’t restrict the growth of our beloved characters. It’s bad enough we have a bunch of zionists on there (the irony in which Aang’s VA is a zionist doesn’t escape me), but of course Bryke will do everything in their power to make it worse.
To me, in the movie, the Gaang doesn’t serve more than just Aang’s hype men. Not even friends, only glorified fans they would similarly depict the earlier predictions of the Air Acolytes in the comics, from how flat they all turned out. They even died because of Aang’s narrow-minded decision in blindly following Tagah instead of actually listening to what they all have to say, his friends for decidedly a decade (or so I heard of the timeline of the movie), who have the seen the worst and best of each other as they grow up together.
Plus, I find it incredibly insulting to Katara’s character to have her be as this villain when all she’s ever done is for Aang’s benefit, especially when Tagah has been hinted to be shady as hell. The one person who’s clocked this is Katara, and later the Gaang, after they find out just what the dude can do for the sake of revenge and power. Aang, understandably optimistic about finding other airbenders, should not just brush years worth of friendship away without at least hearing out what they have to say, especially since in ATLA, he’s trusted their instincts a bunch of times before.
The Gaang, in my opinion, was stripped down for, again, Aang’s sake. They’re bland as hell.
Katara: They’ve literally made her as just Aang’s Forever Girl. They’ve made her look as if she loves him more than Aang ever loved her, and they made sure to show it in all the PDA. Also, it’s entirely unfair that Aang screamed at her for ‘not understanding the fact he’s the last of the airbenders’ when Katara was literally the last waterbender of the Southern Water Tribe. She is supposedly the love of his life, and yet, the audacity is astounding. Plus, nothing makes me more irritated than having to hear her cry out, “I don’t have enough water!”, like babe. You were made a waterbender master at just 14 years old, just grab that thang outta the air! Again, the studio is downgrading Katara into nothing, and I find this incredibly disrespectful to her and everything she went through in ATLA.
Sokka: He’s been reduced to only a comedian. The kind of decidedly mature dialogues he had in ATLA is nonexistent at this point, and everything is a slapstick waiting to happen. And what do you mean he wouldn’t understand the Fire Nation’s war balloon when Zuko told him to steer, ATLA Sokka would figure that shit out on his own without going into a panicking wreck. He’s the engineer! The inventor! He even has his own workshop in the movie! And what’s the point of them of having the scene with the kids who were heckling him for being a nonbender? Does the episode with him training with Piandao in ATLA mean nothing or?
Toph: Same thing with Sokka, but only making her as this arrogant character whose only catchline is, “I’m the best earthbender in the world!” which is true, but she’s more than just that. She gives deep insights on what she thinks and considers the world around her, enough that people listen to her when she has something important to say, and they’ve filtered her into only this? Come on, man.
Zuko: Only there to exist as fandom thirst trap. He loses his shirt along the way, shows off his tits and his arms, barely says a word, and the stomach scar he got from Azula’s lightning in the Agni Kai—an integral part of his redemption arc in ATLA by saving the same friend he begged atonement from—vanished simply because Bryke is insecure about a fanon ship. My man has only been served as eye candy and the gang’s driver, nothing else.
Suki: Non-existent. She too, is Team Avatar, and yet.
My biggest pet peeve is that they’re not talking with each other as friends should be doing. There’s maybe Sokka and Toph, but overall, the group isn’t even a group, they’re just in silos whose convenience corps up only when Aang’s involved. They’re friends, and friends talk with each other. What is going on, Avatar Studios? Why are your characters all over the place?
TLDR; in order to make Aang as the only morally right person, they had to shave down the rest of the side characters into only agreeing what he has to say despite that it could go against what their characterisations actually are, because this aligns on what Aang wants to do for reasons that can constitute as selfish gains. These side characters are dumbed down to fit Aang’s narrative despite it could compromise their growth, but because they are only side characters, this does nothing but that they only serve Aang as his propeller to the main character status that he is when the story sees them fit to do so. Aang refuses to be taken accountability, because the creators wouldn’t want to ‘taint’ him because he’s, again, the main character.
Feel free to add your comments on this too, and sorry if I missed anything crucial.
A/N: I’m in a Mattheo mood, so why not a cute little mini fic?
Warnings: Fluff, slight angst, not much else!!
Mattheo dropped the phone, his heart breaking as he sat there in silence. You glanced up from your studying, your brows furrowed in confusion. Mattheo had been talking on the phone for almost an hour, but you’d been too focused on your studies to listen to the conversation. “Matty? What’s wrong?” You questioned softly, slowly setting your book down.
“Death-eaters raided hogsmeade.” Mattheo said with a shaky breath, his fingers digging into his palm. You sighed, your expression filled with sympathy. Every time Voldemort’s followers caused chaos, Mattheo was harassed and tormented at school. You slowly got up from your seat, approaching Mattheo with a gentle expression.
“Oh, baby…” You said softly, pulling Mattheo into a gentle hug. He rested his head on your shoulder, letting a tear roll down his cheek. “Maybe we can see if Dumbledore will excuse you from class for a week or two. Give things some time to settle down.” You said softly, running a gentle hand through Mattheo’s hair. Mattheo sighed, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Y-yeah, maybe Dumbledore will let me skip…”
Mattheo laid in bed, listening to the soft sound of rain patter on the windows. He glanced up as you entered his room, his eyes filled with curiosity. “Well?” He asked softly. Just as you had hoped, Dumbledore had excused Mattheo from classes for the week. It was finally Friday, and Mattheo had been waiting all day for you get done with class.
“Everyone is still talking about what happened at Hogsmeade. But, I think it’s okay. Everyone’s moved on from being mad at you.” You said softly, taking a seat beside your boyfriend. Mattheo let out a sigh of relief, pulling you into his lap. “Thank you.” He said softly, burying his face in the crook of your neck. You smiled, pressing a kiss to his temple. “Of course. Who else is gonna put up with your ignorant ass?” You said teasingly, causing Mattheo to chuckle.
“Oh shut up.” He said with a smile, resting his back against the headboard. You smiled as you rested your head on his chest, curling up against him. “I love you, Mattheo. No matter who your father is.” You said softly, gently kissing his knuckles. “I love you too, Y/N.” He replied with a sigh of content, hugging you tightly. No matter what happened, you’d always be there for Mattheo. He’d never have to be alone again.
Trigger warnings: a fair amount of abuse, toxic relationship, negligent parenting, some incredibly low self esteem, forced starvation
Ships: toxic Prinxiety, not romantic Princeit
Summary: Roman loves his chemically imbalanced Romance, but does Virgil love him back? Also Janus is a pretty important character.
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Roman was sitting alone in his room. He was practically praying that Virgil wouldn't come into his room tonight. Of course, when the two began, all was well. They still argued but that was just par for the course for the embodiments of Anxiety and Creativity, but hey, they usually made up afterwards. Usually. But as Virgil became more and more part of the group, Roman found himself being pushed further out. This did nothing to help his already low self-esteem, but he held a brave face. The others didn't need to deal with his issues on top of everything else. Virgil, however, grew more confident as the weeks turned to months. He shared his thoughts more and the others would stand up for him if Roman dared call him any sort of nickname. So it seemed Virgil had noticed, though it was hard not to, and began giving Roman the exact same treatment the creative side gave him pre-accepting anxiety. The nicknames, the lot. It started off small enough, nothing Roman couldn't handle, but things never stay small when this was the way things were headed with the sides. Roman still loved the anxious side, his little smirk when he heard a pun, the way he blushed when Roman flirted with him, all those little things. So of course he could handle it, right? Right. He was a prince, after all. Princes handled far worse than a few nicknames. He thought over this as he cuddled his stuffed Simba plushie close to his chest. Then he heard the dreaded sound of the door opening. He quickly put the toy onto his pillow as he made eye contact with the smirking side who now stood in his room.
"Really, Ro? A toy? Woulda thought you're too old for that shit." Virgil chuckled, closing the door behind him.
"I-Simba's special, Virge. He was a birthday gift from Patton, you know that." the prince replied, almost stumbling over his words. His heart was pounding.
"Yeah, I know. Just teasing, geeze, Princey." that nickname again. Princey. Why was it always Princey, and in such a mocking tone? Roman chuckled, though there was no joy to the sound.
"I guess. So, uh, what brings you to- to my room, of all places?" he asked. Virgil flopped onto the large four-poster bed.
"Aren't I allowed to say hi to you? You're such a jerk." he said in a tone that he couldn't tell if it was serious or joking.
"Of course, love, I'm sorry. I would have gone to see you tonight, honest, I'm just in a bit of a state. You know, after that whole ordeal with Janus. It has me in a bit of a certain way, you understand?" he explained, reaching for his Simba once more.
"You'd better not be interested in him, Roman." Virgil said, his tone soft and menacing.
"No, I would never. You're the only one I could ever want." he replied, hoping that was what he wanted to hear. Virgil was silent for a moment.
"I should think so." he said. Before Roman could object, the man snatched his Simba out of his arms.
"If I see anything that suggests you might be second-guessing us, you're not gonna see this again, you hear?" he said, the lion held in a firm grip. That 'toy' was one of his most prized posessions. He gulped.
"Y-yes, love." he said, his voice shaking noticeably.
"Good. Sweet dreams, Princey." Virgil said, walking out of the room. Roman nodded, but knew he wouldn't be having any of the sort tonight.
He curled into a small ball on his large bed and, despite his attempts, could not stop the onslaught of sobs that racked his body. Those sobs quickly escalated, and this time there was no Simba to help him calm down. He buried his face in his pillows to attempt to hide his pitiful weeping, but it did little. He barely heard the sound of his door opening once more. Although this time, he could tell it wasn't Virgil. Virgil would have made a snarky comment on his sobbing. Instead, it was the voice of Patton.
"Are you alright, kiddo?" he asked, walking over. Roman lifted his teary face out of the pillows.
"Virge took my Simba." he managed to choke out. The father figure simply tutted.
"Come on, Ro, that's nothing to be so upset about! After all, it's only a toy!" he said, pulling the creative side into an embrace. Simba wasn't only a toy, why could no one see that? Roman could do nothing but cry into Patton's shoulder. Maybe the father figure was right, it probably wasn't something to get so worked up about. He shouldn't get so upset over his simba. It was just silly and childish to get upset about a toy, even if that toy was pretty much the only thing that got him to sleep at night anymore. He pulled away from his father figure and rubbed the tears away from his now-red and puffy eyes. Patton gave him a smile.
"Better?" he asked.
"Better." the prince lied.
"Goodo, well I've got some cookies in the oven so I'll catch ya later! Sleep well, kiddo!" the father figure beamed as he left the room. Roman felt the tears welling up in his eyes again. Darn it, why couldn't he just get over a damn Simba toy? He heard another set of footsteps in his room. Who was it this time, and why couldn't they just leave him alone?
"You are aware, yes, that you are allowed to feel negative emotions about things you care about being taken away from you?" a familiar, smooth voice came. Janus.
"Oh. I'm fine, you know." Roman replied, rubbing the stubborn tears out of his eyes.
"Please, I am the literal embodiment of deception. You can't lie to me." the reptilian side stated softly, taking a seat on the bed.
"I told you, I'm fine. If I wasn't I would be with Virge." he said firmly. Janus sighed.
"Are you certain?" he asked skeptically.
"Positively." the prince replied. Janus stood up once more.
"Well then, I guess I can't force you to tell what's wrong. I won't be back, Roman." he said, sinking out. Roman grabbed a pillow and hugged it tight. It wasn't his Simba but it would have to do for now. He buried his face in it and fell into a restless sleep, waking up every so often thanks to the nightmares that now plagued him.
When dawn finally arose, he was thankful to get out of bed. He decided to wander down to the kitchen to find a snack. Patton had said he was baking cookies last night, where would those be? He pondered this as he wandered down the stairs. He entered the kitchen and quickly spotted the cookie jar on top of the cabinet. Being one of the shorter sides, he did have to use a step-stool to reach them but it was a small sacrifice to make for his delicious treasures. He took the lid off and relished in the heavenly scent for a moment before grabbing one of the treats and munching on it. If there was one thing Patton was good at, it was baking. He finished off his first cookie and started on a second. A second turned into a third, which in turn led to a fourth. He was in cookie heaven. Then he heard a voice he really did not need to hear this early in the morning.
"You may wanna slow your roll on those cookies, you've been packing on a few pounds recently." the deep voice of Virgil came. Roman almost jumped.
"Sorry, Virge." he said, putting the cookie jar down. Was he really gaining weight? Come to think of it, his frame did look a bit bigger when he looked in the mirror.
"No 'good morning'? Rude." the emo said with an eyebrow raise.
"I apologise again, I'm tired." he replied. A hot liquid suddenly splashed over his face.
"Wake up then, Princey." Virgil said. Roman found it hard to be sleepy any more with the scalding coffee burning his face. He attempted to ignore the sensation and wiped it with his sleeve, which didn't do much in terms of easing it.
"I will do better next time." he said softly. Virgil snorted suddenly.
"Talk about creative burnout-" he said, falling into a fit of laughter. Roman cautiously chuckled with him, backing out of the room. As soon as he was out of sight, he began power-walking back to his room. As he was speeding through the hallway, he bumped into someone, knocking the both of them over. That someone was Logan.
"Sorry, teach." the prince muttered, picking himself up off the floor.
"It is alright, Roman. Perchance watch where you are going next time." the Logan said, straightening his clothes and continuing his walk in the other direction.
Roman slowed his pace and reached his room, and stepped inside. He shut the door and headed over to his beloved writing desk. He pondered what he should write, before settling on a play. He began brainstorming ideas on what to write about, and ended up deciding on a story of a prince and his quest to find true love. He needed that sort of energy right now. As he began writing what came to mind, his room shifted to match the setting of his play. He was now in a beautiful stone castle with sturdy oak beams and elegant furnishings. Through the window, the moonlight came streaming in, and his wooden desk was illuminated by a few wax candles. He always enjoyed this sort of setting. The more he wrote, the more detailed his surroundings became until he could almost see an entire village out of his window and beyond that, a great forest. Past the forest were tall, rocky mountains in which sat the dragon-witch's tower, the place the prince was reluctantly headed to. This prince was not a fighter, he was a lover. But little did he know that was exactly what he would find, but not in the tower and not anywhere else. For the prince did not know it yet, but this dragon-witch was not a hideous monster but in fact, a handsome man with dual-coloured eyes who, much like the prince, had no desire to fight. He had merely been cast out from the village as a result of his nature. Once the prince arrived at the tower, he was indeed greeted by this stunning man who did not mean him harm. Instead, the dragon-witch invited him inside and the two discovered something richer than victory or wealth or power. They found the one thing that could bring peasants and kings alike to their knees. They found romance. True romance. A romance so powerful, neither could deny they felt it. The prince soon decided to stay with the dragon-witch, this man who took care of him. And the two would live happily, forever after. Roman smiled as he went through the story a few times, it was a fine piece. It was always nice to write something he was truly proud of.
"What'cha up to, Princey?" a distinct voice came from the doorway, snapping him out of his whimsy and returning his room to its natural state. He looked up from his work and saw his lover leaning against the doorframe.
"Just some writing." the prince said, his voice infuriatingly quiet. Virgil stalked over to the desk.
"Mind if I take a look?" he asked. Before Roman could respond, the gothic man had picked up the script and began flicking through it, his face painfully blank. Roman wished he knew what the man was thinking, hopefully good things but more likely judgements. That was just Virgil's nature, to be skeptical and judgemental, right? Right. The man occasionally would make a small 'hm' sound as he read, but apart from that he was expressionless. And honestly, Roman would have been less afraid if Virgil responded negatively as he read. But eventually, the man finished reading and shoved the script carelessly back onto the desk.
"Eugh, charming." he said distastefully before taking a seat on Roman's bed. The malice in his words reminded Roman of his facial wound and re-lit the intense pain. He gingerly touched the wound, quickly deciding to retract his hand. He should probably ask about it.
"Hey, Virge? Why'd you have to throw that coffee at me?" he asked. The man in question met his eyes with confusion and anger.
"I didn't throw it, Ro. You accusing me of assault or something?" He snapped.
"Well no, that's not exactly what I mean-"
"Are you saying I'd just hurt you for no reason?"
"No no, of course not! I just-"
"You are accusing me! I would never without reason, why can't you see past your own ego for five seconds? You're pegging me as the bad guy again, you always do!"
"I didn't realise I was, I'm so sorry Love, I would never intentionally."
"Yeah sure. You keep believing that stupid bullshit. Great, now I need a break." the emo stormed out of the room with great haste.
"Wait, no, Virgil-" but it was too late. The man in question had already slammed the door behind him. Roman looked over at his script with despair. Why couldn't he do anything right? Not his writing, not loving his boyfriend, not even his own job. Virgil didn't even like his script one bit, but was that really a surprise? After all, it was just a mediocre plotline partnered with sub-par writing skills. Of course he hated it, it was completely childish and far too fantastical and whimsical and unrealistic and who said those happy endings even existed in real life? It was everything Roman was. Oh goodness, it was everything he was. Virgil must absolutely hate him, and that conversation just earlier did nothing to disprove the matter. He picked up the useless script and shuffled over to the wall that he always kept bare. It was bare for a reason, he could do with it what he wished. And what he wished to do was summon a large fireplace with a crackling fire inside. It soon materialised, large and grand, and he threw the script in, leaving it to the mercy of the vicious tongues of the flame. He watched as hours of work was reduced to ashes in mere minutes, and while it absolutely tore him up inside to do so he would not show it. He sighed and returned the blank wall to its natural blank state, then climbed into his bed. If he got to sleep, maybe he wouldn't have to see anyone today. He could almost chuckle at how much he sounded like Virgil right now. Maybe the two weren't so different. He pulled his pillow into his arms and curled around it, and squeezed his eyes shut. He lay there for a good few minutes before he felt a gentle hand, rhythmically stroking his hair. He was tired and just wanted to sleep and besides, it was relaxing. So he let it continue. Whoever it was started singing a soft lullabye in french, which confirmed his suspicions that it wasn't Virgil. But who was it then? Patton could only speak english, Logan was in the process of learning Spanish, so it couldn't be either of them, right? Unless they knew something that he didn't. Remus knew a bit of french, but this definitely wasn't his distinct nasally voice. That left Janus. But Janus wasn't the type to do such a thing, right? Of course not, the man was a villain. So who could it be? Maybe it was a product of his own imagination. Either way, the voice was deep and smooth and rich, and had a certain honey-like quality to it. It was nice to listen to, at for the first time in forever he drifted off into a peaceful and nightmare-free sleep.
When he awoke, the person was gone. He felt a pang of disappointment that the figure was not there to bring him that relief he had felt last night, but he brushed it off. He was most likely late for breakfast, and Virgil was never happy when Roman was the one who overslept. He groggily climbed out of bed and realised he had fallen asleep in his costume, which was now horrendously wrinkled and stunk like he had worn it for two days straight. Probably because he had. He pulled off the suit and threw it haphazardly toward the laundry hamper, and opened up his closet. He picked out something comfy, in this case a red t-shirt and a pair of white sweatpants, and cautiously left his room. He shuffled downstairs and into the kitchen, where he noticed the other three light sides were already sitting and eating breakfast. His spot was set with a portion of Patton's famous chocolate chip pancakes, which he gleefully sat down to.
"Morning, sleepyhead!" the father figure said playfully.
"Good morning, Padre." the prince responded. Virgil cleared his throat rather obviously.
"Of course, a wonderful morning to you, my chemically imbalanced romance," Roman added with a bit of a smile. He was in a good mood this morning.
"Morning, Princey." the emo responded before returning to his breakfast. The prince picked up his fork and grabbed a mouthful of pancake. He was about to place it in his mouth when Virgil cleared his throat again, with all the subtlety of a sledgehammer. He put the fork down.
"Are you not hungry, Roman? I did not see you at any of yesterday's meals." Logan stated.
"I probably shouldn't, teach." He responded. The teacher looked at him with skepticism.
"Just eat some. I do not wish to see you get too thin." he insisted. Roman sighed and picked up the fork again. His stomach was definitely growling. He took a deep breath and lifted the food to his lips. Swallowing seemed a definite chore.
"Right, that's enough, Ro! Weren't you gonna do something today?" Virgil said louder than usual. That first mouthful of pancake only made him feel more noticeably hungry.
"It's just one meal." he said. He couldn't be sure if he was talking to Virgil or himself, but nonetheless he took another forkful of the delicious breakfast. Virgil had gotten up and was walking over. The man's very gaze was enough to send shivers down his spine.
"Roman, stop that." He said coldly. Roman glanced to the two figures sitting across the table, but they just kept eating and not paying attention.
"It'll only be this one meal today, I promise." he said, putting the second forkful in his mouth. Virgil slapped the fork just as it reached the prince's mouth, scraping across his cheek. It wasn't that bad of an injury, nothing he couldn't take. He swallowed. That was when the emo had hit the last straw. He grabbed Roman by the throat and pulled him to his feet. Virgil was surprisingly muscular. He began throwing punches at the prince without relent, repeating over and over how he had been warned and he deserved this. The prince felt tears running down his face and called feebly for the other two to do something, only to be met with more reasons as to why he deserved this. Breathing was becoming a strain and he had to stop in order to preserve air. He squeezed his eyes shut as the blows got harder and faster, when all of a sudden they stopped. Although that could have been because his senses had numbed. He could tell there was talking going on around him, but he couldn't pinpoint who was talking. The tight grip around his neck ceased and he collapsed to the floor. More talking. Then he felt something unexpected. Two pairs of arms wrapped around him gently and one hand gently stroked his hair, much like the mysterious figure from last night. He so desperately wanted to lean into the touches, but that probably wasn't a smart move.
The noise around him faded and he felt the familiar sensation of rising up. The arms were still around him, which was odd. Usually only one or two people could rise up at the same time.
"You can open your eyes, Roman." that smooth as honey voice said softly. Slowly he peeked his eyes open, and noticed he was in an unfamiliar room. This room was a darker, more comfortable brightness and shifted gently around the edges. The arms wrapped around him were scaly and clad in a yellow sweater.
"I don't apologise for taking you out of the mindscape but my room is safer." the voice said. The prince turned his head to see who his rescuer was, and was shocked at his discovery. The man was none other than Janus, the disney villain. Wearing a sweater with a snake on it. The villain gave a small smile. Well, it would have been smaller and softer if the man's mouth on his snake half did not reach right across his cheek. But it was a surprisingly soft gaze nonetheless. Roman sat there in that embrace for a good minute, attempting to think of something to say.
"Why did you stop him?" he managed to ask.
"Stop who, Virgil?" the snake asked in a curious tone.
"Mmn. I deserved all of that." the prince responded.
"Listen to me, Roman. That was abuse. You do not deserve abuse, and you do not deserve to see your so-called family stand idly by while you are being physically and verbally assaulted. Why did you never tell anyone?" Janus asked, his spare sixth hand raised with the thumb and pinky tucked in to show he was not lying this time.
"I tried at first. It was always my fault." Roman said, his body shaking again.
"I mean someone who cares, dear. Like Remus and I."
"Neither of you care about me though."
"Of course not, I rescued you out of pure spite."
"Well Remus hates me, at least."
"Remus wishes more than anything that you could be friends with him again."
"He'd probably murder Virge." Roman stated. Janus chuckled.
"I suppose that is true. But neither of us think ill of any of you. Well, perchance there is some spite aimed at Virgil. But my point is, we are here to help you." he said with a wide, fangy smile. The door suddenly swung open and a certain duke bounded in. His eyes drifted immediately to the prince in Janus' arms.
"Roro, who tried to murder you?" he asked, launching at his twin with open arms.
"No one you should worry about." Janus said softly. Remus pulled his hug back and began examining his brother for notable injuries. He scanned the face and squinted.
"That's not good, you look like Jan but worse!" he noted, eyeing the burn mark. Janus cleared his throat.
"Maybe do that later, Rem." he said. The duke sat back on his feet.
"Oki then." he said, his stache twitching.
"Now listen here, Roman." Janus said softly but firmly. "You will always be safe here."
this is going to be long but semi important(if you follow me)
Ok so as all of my Lovey Martians know I procrastinate a lot. I am very sorry about that. The reason this is coming up because I know a bunch of you want part 2 of Perfect for us, but I’m not going to release it yet. I have decided to turn it into a story. It will be on here and my archive of our own. Another thing is I’m going to be changing my pic on my profile. I love Connor don’t get me wrong but I need a change. Another thing, I love DBH still, but I’m also going to start making headcanons for other stuff, I have kinda been neglecting my other fandoms. I will be starting with video games and then move onto tv shows. PLEASE, do not harass me about DBH. I will still be posting DBH stuff but I don't want to be a DBH only blog. If you really don’t like that you can leave, I will be sad if you do but if you really don’t like my content fine...I just want to broaden my horizon a bit. And as always my ask box is always open and submission too. I love you guys and thank you for understanding. Have a good day my Martians!
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Cues to jealous type playing in the background
Doing Zuko's brow?
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"This is stupid" Zuko sighs, hands resting on your hips to distract himself from the feeling of you pressed against him. He never got used to it no matter how many times it happened, you just had that effect on him
"It’s fine, I'm just curious" you're straddling your husband’s lap, brows pinched in concentration as you focused on drawing an eyebrow on the scarred side of his face.
It started with your husband staring at you as you did your make up, and then the idea popped into your head, what would he look like if he had both eyebrows?
Your mind was curious, and Zuko was helpless, he couldn't say no to you, not when you were looking at him with those eyes
Damn it!
"You're lucky I'm tolerating this" yet he stays still for you to map out the matching shape of his other brow, filling it in with a slow precision to make the strokes look like real hair.
"You're doing s'good, baby" you praise, pecking his forehead, "Just a bit more, yeah?"
You clean up the edges, carving out the brow ends and then your eyes are moving back and forth between the two brows to make sure they're almost the same, sisters not twins
"Ready?"
"Not really"
You held up the mirror for him to see, Zuko stares at himself for a minute then rolls his eyes, "You are talented"
"Obvs, do you like it?"
"No"
"Me either" you smile, leaning over him to get the make up wipe and wiping off the drawn on brow, "I prefer my men with one brow" you chuckle
He huffs, faux annoyed and flips you over, caging you in with his buff body, "Is that so?"
"Mhm" you cup his face, kissing him softly, "I love you as you are"
Dabura would be curious about humans
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"And if I touch here?" His finger grazed against your nipple, hard to the touch and sensitive, “Oh”
The whimper that escapes your lips doesn't go unnoticed, Dabura was slowly working his way down to your body. Taking his time, placing delicate kisses as he moved down your body.
He was fascinated by you, by your reactions. He liked how he could touch you in certain places and you'd whimper his name so sweetly, or how when he pressed his cocks down against your heat, your squishy thighs would twitch around his frame.
Humans were...fascinating.
"Tell me what to do" he commands softly, eyes finding yours as he waited for you to tell him what you wanted. He wanted what you wanted.
Dabura wanted to learn every reaction you could make. He wanted to hear every sound and see every expression.
"Put your mouth...on them" you whisper softly, suddenly feeling too hot and exposed, shy even
He lowered his head, capturing your nipple in his mouth, he closed his mouth around the sensitive bud, giving an experimental suck. Two eyes closed in bliss as the vertical eye stared at your face, watching for your reactions.
How he loved the way your brows furrowed and the way you squeezed your eyes shut when the sensations got too much.
Your back arches off the couch, his name spilling from your lips in a rushed whisper
Dabura switches to the other breast, sucking the bud into his hungry mouth, he groans around your boob. He pulls away, saliva connecting his lips and your nipple,
“I want to learn everything that makes you feel good” he whispers against your tummy, kissing down the path to your cunt.
“Dabura, please” you groan yet he, frustratingly slowly, spreads your legs, lifting them to rest over his shoulders. He simply stares with all three of his eyes.
Then he’s looking up at you, “Tell me how to please you, precious love” he kisses your thighs, it just felt like the right thing to do, and your reaction solidified that
You prop yourself up with your elbows, cheeks flushed, reaching down between your thighs you spread your folds with your index and middle finger, “Touch me here”
You guide his hand to your clit, “Be careful… your nails”
“Ah” he mumbles softly, taking his time to not let his nails hurt you, “I shall trim them for next time”
“Next time?” you smile in amusement, “What makes you think there will be a next time” you tease because you couldn’t help but want to rile him up if only just a little
“I…humans don’t mate for life?”
“Mate?” you purse your lips, “Not necessarily”
“Are there others?”
“No, I only want you” you cup his face, leaning down to kiss his cheek in reassurance
“I only want you too” he smiles softly, focusing on your core. He traces your labia, spreading the slick from your core onto them, massaging it into your skin
“Focus here” you guide his fingers to your clit, “Soft circles with the pads of your fingers” you whisper out his name when he does as told, so eager to please you
“Use your mouth” you whimper, head falling back at his ministrations
Dabura leans closer, tentatively kissing your clit, he pauses when you moan softly, “Does that feel good?”
“Mhmm”
That’s the green light he needs to bury his face deeper between your thighs, licking from your slit to your clit and down to your opening again, stuffing his tongue deep into you, his nose bumping deliciously against your sensitive bud
“Fuckk” you groan, hands flying up to grip his horns in an effort to ground yourself in the endless pleasure he was offering
Dabura stills, a full body shudder coursing through him
“Sorry. Is that painful?” you pause, pulling your hands away, “I’m sorry”
“They are…sensitive” he takes your hands, pressing kisses to each, and guides them back to hold onto his horns, “I like it”
“Oh” you flush a dark crimson
Dabura returns to pleasuring you with his eager tongue, munching like his life depended on it. When he got too caught up with your cunt, you’d guide him back to your clit by his horns.
The act earning you a low groan from him, and when you came with moans of his name and hands gripping his horns for dear life, he swore it was the most beautiful sight in all of the universes
Gods, he wanted to stay planted between your thighs forever
He drinks every drop you so willingly offer, licking and sucking you dry and then some more until your sensitive bud is buzzing with overstimulation
By the end of it you had to push his head away and explain how sensitive the clit is, panting on the bed as you settle against the pillow.
Dabura kisses up your body, big hands coming up to caress your cheeks. He leans down and kisses you, letting you have a taste of yourself, “You are divinity” he whispers against your lips, “I need more, please”
“If you behave” you bite his lower lip, tugging on it with your teeth, fighting back the smile threatening to break across your face
How long bsd men would last in nnn
Characters: Dazai, Chuuya, Kunikida, Ranpo, Fukuzawa, Fyodor, Nikolai, Tachihara, Jono, Tetcho
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Dazai Osamu
Depends on what mood he is
If he's in a depressive slump yes, he could last all month
Otherwise he'd fail on the first day
Whiny and needy
Teases you endlessly
The type of boyfriend to whisper filth into your ear at work and go about his day knowing he's effectively riled you up
So smug about it, would never admit defeat
Plays evil
Like I’m talking he teases you so much that you’re the one begging him to end the challenge
“Well if my sweet belladonna is asking so nicely how can I say no?”
Bastard
Can see him lasting 2 days honestly
Sex feels great okay and as someone who is also depressed, sex can be used as a vice
Do I think osamu does this?
Yes sometimes
Not saying he ONLY has sex with you because he chases that temporary dopamine
But he is a fiend and he wants to have sex alot
Chuuya Nakahara
"Baby, I already don't get to spend as much time as I'd like to spend, why would I do this?"
Not a fan of this
Knows what NNN is, only because of dazai
Tells you he would rather not do this
If you insist he would attempt to just to please you
However if he goes away for a mission and comes back, the challenge is long forgotten
I'm talking the minute he's through the door he's on you, hands gripping your love handles and face buried into the crook of your neck
Lifting you and taking you to the bed
He misses his woman okay?!
That's not a crime
Kunikida Doppo
He views it as childish
Shuts it down when you bring it up
I could only see him participating in this if you baited him by comparing him to dazai
"I bet your charming coworker would indulge his girl if she asked"
"Tsk" agrees, is snappy about it
Not getting to come makes him more snappy
Rip dazai
Lasts about a week
After an extra stressful day at the agency he comes home and all he wants to do is release his frustrations on you
And he does just that
Spanks you as punishment
Ranpo Edogawa
"Oh? I see, okay. This is a great way to show that the greatest detective in the world has impeccable self control. Even around you, siren"
However he uses the "This challenge said I can't come, it never said you couldn't” excuse
Still eats you out daily, not even his candy is sweeter than that pussy
I can see him lasting the entire month
But he caves when you beg especially desperate for him, his cock
It was just like every other day, he came home, sunk to his knees and spread your thighs, devouring your pussy
Traces your folds with the lollipop he was nursing prior, then sucking the sweetness off you
By the end of it you were whiny and needy and you begged and begged for his cock
And how could he deny his beautiful girlfriend what she wanted when she begged so beautifully with those teary eyes
Lasts three weeks
Fukuzawa Yukichi
"Aren't we too old for this?"
Agrees just to please you, he's more amused at this
I can see him lasting the entire month
But if you tease him, he's caving so fast
Show up to the agency with just lingerie under your coat
"I brought you lunch, it's still warm" you say as you set the lunchbox on his table
"Thank you, my love"
You take off your coat as you'd normally do, smiling to yourself. You hear your husband groan softly
"This is...dangerous" and he's pulling you onto his lap
Just hope ranpo or osamu isn't in office cause your rendezvous is getting aired out
Fyodor Dostoevsky
You bring it up one evening when you both are having tea together
"I've been celibate for a very long time before you, what's one month, hmm?"
Bettt
You take his statement as a challenge
Teasing and tempting him every chance you get
Let me just say he puts the punishment in crime and punishment
If you continue being a brat and teasing him, pressing up against him as you hug him, bending over to pick up something whilst you strut around with no panties on? He's turning that ass reddd
Lasts the entire month
Denies you all of December
Takes you on the 31st of December
Ties you up and makes you suck his cock into the new years
Nikolai Gogol
Oh boyyy
Another sex fiend I feel like
You bring it up
This is a game, he loves games!
Cues energetic spin and giggling
He teases you, dear god
This man is the type to hug you from behind, pressing his hard cock into your ass
Fondled your breasts when you two cuddle
Makes it his mission to make you so needy that you plead and beg for him to just fuck you
And you do
Lasts a week
Tachihara Michizo
You have to bring it up
He indulge you because he loves you aww
A menace unfortunately
Will be smug and cocky about this
Claims it's like a breeze for him
Fails on the fourth day
You’re doing laundry when he gets home
He drops to his knees and buries his face into your ass, pleading
“I can’t anymore, I need you right nowww”
You cave, he loses
Win-win
Jono Saigiku
He lasts all month
He does have his moments of weakness but he pulls through to spite you
He loves seeing his woman suffer
It just gets him okayyy
Makes you BEGGGGG for him
Tell him how badly you need him to touch you, how badly you need to feel him
Whisper it into his ear and watch him break slowly
Tetcho Suehiro
Doesn’t know what nnn is
Explain it to this poor baby
Up for the challenge
Fails the first week
He simply needs you, especially on the weekends
Wanna start his saturday morning with a cuddlefuck
Constantly working out doesn’t help with his dilemma
