#I still need to eat lmao

[happybird16]

This was supposed to be a short drabble about how Levi’s hair feels against your palm, but…

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Creampie, cockwarming, anal fingering, reader is female bodied but no pronouns are mentioned, Levi is a bit dommy, Levi discovers he likes a bit of pain..

Length: 3k-ish

Note: @levmada you are entirely to blame lmao, making me think of how Levi’s undercut would feel.

The majority of this was written during my lunch break ksndmfkskms. Unbetaed, please tell me if you see any glaring spelling or grammar issues!! Comments and reblogs are appreciated!!

As Levi comes down, panting hot breaths into your ear, still quivering from the strength of his orgasm, eyes wet from overstimulation, you swipe your hands in a long smooth stroke along his spine. Sticky and wet with sweat, he shudders against you.

You love these moments. As good and adventurous as the sex always is, it’s always the moments after that fill your heart with warmth. Resting heavily against one another, warm skin against warm skin, bare and excessively intimate. Gasping, breathing each other's air, exchanging kisses, slow and lazy as your limbs fill with lead. Caressing each other, soft and slow, soothing one another, helping bring each other down from that high peak.

“Are you alright?” Levi breathes, gripping your hip softly. His voice is a little hoarse, rough from his previous fevered vocalizations. His grey eyes search yours, the lids heavy with lassitude.

“Yeah,” you croak, chest still heaving, just like his. Likewise, your throat feels just as raw, dry from and rough from pleasured screams. Truth be told, you're a little sore, but it’s a perfect sort of pain. A dull ache in your thighs that you revel in. “I should be asking you that.”

“M’ fine,” he murmurs softly, pressing a wet kiss to your shoulder. He’s so perfectly heavy, bleeding warmth into your form.

“Can we stay like this? Just for a bit? ‘Wanna feel you.” You want to soak in this moment, to feel his weight against you long after you’ve caught your breaths. If you had your way, this moment would last forever.

He’s still inside you, softened but still warm. You can feel the stickiness of your slick and his seed, warm against your walls. As he shifts, some leaks from your fluttering entrance. You don’t want him to leave.

“Mhmm,” Levi mumbles, wrapping an arm around your back to pull you to his chest. At your neck, his forehead nuzzles into your skin. “Just for a bit. We need to clean up.”

Levi sounds so tired, resting heavy on top of you with all his weight. Raising one hand, you wind your fingers into his hair. Cupping his neck softly, you press your nails into the prickly grit of his undercut, the short hairs scratchy against your fingertips.

You love caressing him there. The baby-hairs, freshly shaved tight to his sensitive neck, are almost soft, yet somehow sharp. Just dragging your fingers along the scratchy hairs brings a pleasant buzz to the back of your head, the sensation welling goosebumps along your spine.

Levi’s reactions are always beautiful, every time you do this. Eyes fluttering heavily, he always releases such cute little noises, soft gasps and quiet murmurs. He finds comfort in the touch- though he’ll never outwardly admit it, not even to you- often letting you smooth your fingers into his hair whenever you're cuddled up together on the couch. More often than not, he ends up falling asleep to the soft caress.

A hot and heavy mass on top of you, Levi is still trembling lightly, quaking with the echos of his release. Chest heaving, limbs quivering and eyes still distant and dazed, he’s still pulsing softly inside of you. At the soft touch, his breath catches -a cute little hitch deep in his throat- and he whimpers right in your ear. Without thought, he tilts his head, leaning into the caress.

“F-fuck,” he groans, right into your neck, suddenly so much heavier on top of you. You can feel the vibration of the deep rumble against your chest, the wetness lingering on his cheeks as he nuzzles into your pulse.

“You like that?” you ask, grazing the tips of your nails along the shorn hairs. Eyes fluttering, Levi shivers in response, his hips jolting up and into you thoughtlessly. “Is it nice?”

“Yeah,” he breathes out sharply, almost groaning, “Don’t stop.” Suddenly his soft and lazy caresses, one arm wrapped around your back to work soothing circles into your shoulder blades, the other softly caressing your hip, become firm grasps.

Blood still hot with lingering lust, skin still flush and over sensitive, the prickly sensation of your nails has him nearly delirious. All lingering lassitude has vanished in the wake of a heady surge of desire. Every part of him feels overly sensitive, the normally comforting sensation now painfully arousing. Already, Levi can feel himself throbbing, blood filling his recently spent cock.

Inside you, you can feel him thickening. The girth of him filling with blood to stretch and pulse against your walls once again. “Oh,” you gasp, fluttering around him as he thrusts into you with a sharp jab. “Already?”

Raising his head, Levi’s eyes scorch into yours, hot with urgent desire once again. Another sharp thrust, the sound filthy and slick from the mess of cum already between you, makes you gasp, nails digging hard into his scalp. Levi only groans, filling you with another jab, hips snapping against your own.

“You started it,” Levi pants, rising to hover over you so he can fill you with even harder thrusts. You’re gushing, overly sensitive from your recent peak, slick and seed oozing out to froth around the base of his cock, white and wet.

“Did I?” Was it his hair? But you’ve done that before and he’s never…

Loosening your grip on his scalp, you pull your nails away from his skin. Immediately, Levi hisses, raising the hand pulling at your hip to bring your nails back to his undercut. “Don’t stop.”

Is it the pain? Feeling him throb, hot and heavy against your pulsing walls, you dig your nails hard into his skin. Inside you, he almost lurches, eyes falling closed as he groans beautifully.

“F-fuck! Hah hahh! Again!” Levi pants, eyes pinched tight, his grip on you almost bruising. The last word is so high and airy it’s almost like a plea.

He sounds so desperate. Shifting your grip, you trail your nails into the gritty short hairs once again. This time, when his hips jolt with a loud moan, they twist, the head of his cock sliding perfectly against that spot deep within your walls.

Already, you can feel Levi leaking inside of you, gushing precum to join the mess already sloshing inside your cunt. Every thrust is achingly deep, hard enough that you have no doubt you’ll still feel him there tomorrow.

It’s a struggle to meet his thrusts. The slide of him, the fat tip of his head perfectly angled to brush against your g-spot, has you mindless, all but fucked out. Holding your hips, Levi aids your attempts, pulling you up and fucking into you with hard circles of his own. “Levi!” you whimper, hand almost falling free as the edges of your vision fills with stars.

“Don’t let go,” he grunts, leaning his head into the sharp bite of your nails. Raising a hand from pulling your hips to his, a thumb swirls at your clit. “Fuck you’re soaked.”

You're so wet that there’s barely any friction, the digit winding aching circles into your overly slick and puffy bud. “M’ sensitive,” you slur. The touch is almost painfully pleasurable.

“You can take it,” Levi grunts, winding quicker loops onto your puffy clit. “You always take me so well.”

Every hard thrust bounces you, his balls slapping heavily into your cleft. The sound is so loud, a sticky slosh that fills your mind with delirious fuzz and tightens the rapidly twisting knot in your belly. “S’good!”

“Yeah?” Levi asks with a breathy moan. “Can you cum again?”

“Mhmm,” you confirm, struggling to keep your eyes open and watch his face. You’ve cum so many times tonight, despite the excitement, you're still so tired and heavy.

“What was that?” Levi asks, pressing you hard into the mattress. “I want to hear you say it.”

“Y-yes,” you pant.

“Yes what?” Levi urges, thumb twisting hard on your clit. “Louder!”

“Y-,” you start, voice cracking, still raw from earlier. “Yes! I can cum!”

“Good girl,” Levi praises, groaning at your resulting flutter. “How are you still so fucking tight?”

Somehow, Levi feels even bigger than before, stretching you so wide it’s delicious. “M’ so full.”

“I came in you twice earlier. Think you can take another load?” Abandoning your clit, a finger prods teasingly at the pucker of your asshole, winding circles around the pink rim. “Or do you want me to put it here?”

You’re so soaked, even your ass is coated in slick cum. Prodding the tight picker, Levi presses a finger into your hole, right down to the first knuckle. It’s easy, the slick slide of it into your anus, and he thrusts it bit by bit right down to the knuckle.

“Levi, ahh! Ah f-fuck!” The stretch is so tight, so new and so good that you almost forget to breathe.

“Do you want that?” Levi grunts, silver eyes almost molten as he bears down on you. “Do you want me to fuck this tiny hole? Fill both of your holes with my cum?”

A second finger twists in easily, curling and pressing against your insides and stretching you so much. This time you do forget to breathe, quivering and whimpering until your lungs begin to burn. Filled with his cock and his fingers, it’s almost too much, the pleasure nearly aching.

You almost want that, to gush sticky white from both holes, but..

You bare down, clamping your walls hard around him, resulting in a strangled groan. “Don’t leave!”

Incensed, Levi’s thrusts slow to an aching crawl, his fingers still twisting and twirling, stretching your rim wide around his knuckles. “You want more cum in your pussy instead? Are you sure?”

“I can take it! I can take it!”

“Can you? Are you sure?” Hips tilting back, the head of him threatens to slip from your gummy grasp, catching at your rim. The fingers in your ass curl, his thumb rubbing tauntingly along the rim. “This hole feels needy too? It’s twitching, just begging me to spread you wide and fill it with my cock.”

“No! In! In!” Wrapping your legs around him, you clamp down hard to keep him in, just the tip slipping teasingly along your entrance. Nails digging back into his hair, you relish the immediate groan the rumbles through your torso, so deep you can feel it down to your toes. It’s a revelation, the way his eyes flutter, thighs shaking as he helplessly fills you back up without intention. You need to remember that…

“Another time then,” Levi decides with a dazed grunt. “In where? Say it!”

Using the harsh grip, you pull him forward to mash your mouth with his in a desperate kiss. It’s hard, wet and messy, all hot breath and lips, both of you groaning into each other's mouths. Slipping your tongue into the wet heat, when you slide his tongue with yours, you aren’t sure who it is that whimpers. “In my pussy! Please!”

Hips jolting into yours, they swirl in small circles as he fills you hard and fast once again. The angle is perfect, his pubic bone mashing deliciously against your aching clit. “Yeah? You want me to fill you up?”

You pant, chest heaving as you clench hard, gushing and trembling. “Please! I need it. I'm so close!”

“S-shit, I am too,” Levi groans, pressing his sweaty forehead to your shoulder. Thoughtlessly, you scrape your nails into his scalp, trying to bring him closer. Hot breath bathing your neck, the depth of his resulting groan makes you ache. “F-fuck, your going to be leaking bits on me for days.”

You're so close, you can taste the strength of it on the tip of your tongue. Already your thighs are shaking, your pussy fluttering nonstop, gushing with each anticipatory clench. Have you ever been this wet before?

Levi grunts, shifting his free hand to bend one of your legs up towards your chest. It’s so much tighter. He’s so much deeper, like this, bending you nearly in half, your knee right against your breast. It’s so good.

“Ah ah, Levi I-” Still, two fingers twist and writhe in your ass. It’s so much.

“Ahh hah,” Levi pants. “I can feel you clenching. Are you gonna cum for me?”

Desperate for something to ground you, claw into the fabric of the pillow behind your head. You can’t respond, not really, your tongue is too thick with pleasure. Instead, you scream, barely managing a rough attempt at his name, “Lee!”

“Cum,” he orders with a sharp bark, filling you to the hilt, his balls tightening. The fingers in your ass lunge deep and twist. “I want to feel it on my cock!”

With a wail, you fall helplessly over the sharp edge. Pulling taut, muscles stretched tight, you shudder and cum so hard your vision flickers white, ears ringing high and metallic. He watches as you ascend your peak, heated gaze drinking in the drop of your jaw, the twist of your brows. The scream you release is music to his ears, the sweetest of melodies.

Toes curling, one hand claws frantically at the pillow behind your head, tugging and stretching the soft fabric. The other claws as well, right where he wanted you to keep it, nails scratching hard into the short baby hairs of his undercut. Distantly, you worry about leaving marks, even making him bleed, the thought barely a glimmer as you drown in ecstasy.

Overwhelmed by the sharp pain of your nails along the back of his head, Levi follows right behind you. Groaning, deep and rumbling against your breast, his eyes roll back. Shuddering, mouth agape, he throbs, thrusting in deep and gushing into your cunt. The warm strings of his seed, splashing against your walls, sharpen the last echoes of your orgasm.

As you flutter the final echoes of your orgasm, struggling to gather the bits of your brain that seem to have melted out of your ears, Levi groans, collapsing bonelessly on top of you. Heavy and warm, his head rests on your breast as he gulps in air. When your hand finally falls away from his head, he sighs.

“W-” you start, struggling to catch your breath yourself. “W-what was that? You’ve never been so-” Aggressive? Feral? You aren’t sure what word to use, none of them feel exactly right.

You don’t need to think about it too long, Levi’s eyes sliding open, shimmering gray meeting your own. They’re tired, exhaustion crinkling the edges. As they trail along your face, worry lingers heavily in the gaze. Raising his head, he starts, “Was it too much? I-”

You can feel his apology, even before it spills from those kiss-swollen lips, so you interrupt, “No no, it was..” -fantastic, mind blowing- “It was good. Was it the pain?”

“Mhmm,” Levi grumbles, sighing heavily as he rests back onto the pillow of your breast. When he speaks next, his eyes barely open to look up at you, gifting you with the slimmest peak of warm silver. The hand at your hip shifts, caressing your side in one smooth stroke. “Maybe? I’m not sure.”

“We could explore it, if you’d like?” you ask, thoughtlessly reaching up to smooth your hand through his bangs. His hairs such a mess, his part barely visible in the sweaty mess of inky black strands.

Levi jerks away from your touch, his chin digging into your chest. “Watch it! Are you trying to kill me?”

“Hah!” you laugh, realizing what he thought you were attempting to do. Instead, you wrap your arms around his back, sliding your nails along his spine. “Can’t go again, old man?”

“Fuck off,” Levi grunts, the curse is softened by a huge yawn. “Three times is more than enough, didn’t you get your fill?”

You smile down at him, a filthy, salacious tilt of your lips, quirking your brows at his unintentional phrasing. Purposely fluttering around him, despite your exhaustion, you tease, “Have I?”

“Stop that,” Levi hisses softly, before huffing and nuzzling his cheek into your breast. The sight makes your heart ache. Rolling his eyes, he complains, “I can’t feel my legs.”

“A taste of your own medicine,” you tease with a soft smile. “Need me to carry you to the bathtub this time?”

“Just,” he yawns, eyes heavy, “just give me a minute. I’ll clean us up. You can bask or whatever the fuck it is you do.”

“Happily,” you hum, following his lead and closing your eyes. Just like before, you take your time enjoying the soft intimacy of post coital bliss. Reveling in the heave of his chest against your belly, the soft puff of his breath, moistening the skin of your chest. The weight of him, inside and out, soft inside and hard muscle lax, stretched out on top of you. Limp and heavy, not one ounce of his mass is held at bay for your supposed benefit.

Running you fingertips along his sweat soaked back, you enjoy the light twitch of his muscles. All the tension in his back, the weight he carries in his shoulders and spine, is long gone, leaving him limp and pleasantly soft. Even the scent of him, spicy and musky, fills your nose and feeds the pleasured buzz lulling your senses.

Eyes heavy, it’s difficult to peel them open and look down at the head on pillowed your breast, inky hair spilling across your skin, the stands a soft tickle. The sight makes your hand itch, aching to rise and caress him, to feel it against your palm once again, despite the heaviness in your limbs.

Wait. At some point during your basking, the hand trailing mindless circles into your side has fallen still, resting heavily on the mattress by your side. The rapid fall of his chest has steadied, as has your own, but his seems too steady. A deep, consistent lull -in, shoulders rising as his belly fills, brushing against your own, then out, stiffness bleeding away from his spine as he puffs out warm air to brush against your skin.

“Levi?” you call softly, confirming your suspicions. He’s fast asleep.

The sight fills your chest with unfettered warmth, something seizing high in your chest. He’s going to be so upset in the morning, you think, feeling the mess cooling between your thighs where you're still entwined. So much for cleaning us up.

You smooth back his bangs, drinking in his face. All of his features are lax and soft, his usual scowl giving away to soft cheeks and beautiful fluttering eyelashes. Lip quivering, he mumbles a bit when you gently caress the fine hairs of his undercut.

Tugging his right hand up from the mattress, you spin the band on his ring finger, the metal warm from his skin. It’s simple, plain silver, just wide enough to cover a third of the way to his first knuckle. You have a matching one, plain and simple, the band thinner on your own ring finger.

You can’t believe, after all these years, you're still discovering new things about him.

On top of you, Levi mumbles, goose bumps welling along his back as he shivers lightly. You smile as he presses further into your warm embrace, nuzzling his face between your breasts. Tugging what you can of the bed sheets up to cover his back, you wrap your arms around him, pressing a quick kiss to the top of his head. You hope you wake up just like this. “Goodnight, love.”

[watchyourbuck]

The ass on this man is unbelievable

[imtomiee]

I was looking at the archive.p shop for lookism merch and...

What on gods green earth is he wearing...?💀 Also he took white ghost too seriously I think he has anemia cause no fucking way 😭

[gifti3]

So i headcanon that demons (maybe angels too) have more than 1 heart…

Imagine that one day your demon darling invite you to dinner and ofc you agree! So you’re talking with them waiting for ur meal then it arrives. On the plate it’s a cooked DEMON heart and it’s not just any demon heart it’s your demon’s heart. Them smiling and said “do you like it?”

Apparently, demon do that to express love to their mates and it’s also one of the most imtimate ways (in demon’s sense) to show love.

I need more contents of the boys actually being demon 😔

i fuck with this, not gonna lie

the monsterfucker in me is always intrigued by the differences in how a nonhuman would express their love lmao of course most people would be surprised if their demon lover presented them with their second heart but after initial shock and them explaining if you think about it….you cant help but be (strangely?) touched like wow this person really likes me huh (///∇///) so we r pretty much soulmates! presenting one of ur hearts is a pretty big deal just from a logical standpoint, cause u forever nerfed urself for someone

now actually eating the heart is a whole nother question lmaoo

yea you know demons sometimes like to eat each other (and humans sometimes) but humans dont really do that as a casual activity and it usually gets you ostracized lol

u cant help but feel a little bad not eating it though…they cooked their whole second heart, they had it removed from their body which probably wasnt a painless thing to do but for your demon its mainly a way for them to show their devotion more than anything ,,,tho i know some of those brothers were actually expecting you to eat it lol it would be very funny if you both were sitting there after you were like aww thats so sweet and then he was like….well r u gonna eat it? :]

asmo and mammon come to mind first honestly LMAO

asmo is “kind of” intense when it comes to love and the mammon is a tsundere--"well...are you gonna eat it or what?"（//︶^︶）typa deal--so thats why i say that

and then maybe beel and belphie

beel cause i feel like it might go over his head at first (especially since this involves food) but then he'll remember like oh right humans dont eat that my bad

belphie i just think is hopeful you know...if that makes sense, so hes not surprised if you dont wanna eat it but maybe a bit huffy about it

i think satan and lucifer are too smart and like “normal” to actually expect a human to do that

while levi is... levi

hed probably get self conscious and be like well yea of course they wouldnt wanna eat my heart...

and then u gotta really reassure him its not him its you :d

[akkivee]

ALSO??????? WHAT TF DO YOU MEAN THEY UPDATED GENTAROS CATCHPRASE??????

AND THAT THEY CHANGED A LINE IN ARB WHERE HE REFERENCED THAT OLD CATCHPRASE INTO SOMETHING NEW THAT EXPRESSES HIS WILL TO CONTINUE ON WITH THE LIE??????

AND THAT WILL IN OF ITSELF WAS REFERENCED THIS WHOLE TIME IN HIS NEW SOLO WITH HOW THE POEM LITERALLY ENDS WITH HIM SAYING HE WILL CONTINUE TO LIE??????

[catocappuccino]

It's been a year since I redrew that one Snorkmimi render...

So yeah I did it again ofc I would, why oh why wouldn't I? Tee hee silly meee

Attaching the 2023 redraw and og cause- uh- I donno, because yes, why not!!!

[moonstruckdraws]

Vera. Vera! VERA!!

yeah yes okay, hello. I must ramble, please & thank you. I love this. Helli those head references worked like a dream because my stars do I love these sketches.

okok, there's not much content & info about Vera, but it's enough to work with & for me to make theories & headcanons for. And while Helli is resting, I am making it my personal mission to make content of my now favorite oc of Helli's.

I've always loved her when I first stumbled upon her when browsing through older post you've made. I don't say gorgeous often because I use it to describe something in the highest regard & man is Vera FRICKEN GORGEOUS! STARS

So Vera is a therapist (dog) & also one of Big Mama's exes. Vera learns that Big Mama was using her to gain information on her clients. We don't know how she found out of her reaction, but I do know she likes ball dancing. Since Big Mama also dances & hosts parties, I'd imagine she & Vera would dress up for the occasion. Maybe Vera was looking for Big Mama during a party & overhears her true intentions. I don't know how Vera would react (like if she's more of the shocked type, crying while running away type, etc) so I went with bitter frustration after crying for maybe 10 minutes.

In this image, it shows her after the fact, deciding to be bitter for the rest of the night. She avoids Big Mama as much as possible, eventually winding down in a more secluded part of the hotel with some wine. Spilling it on the furniture.

I just wanted to draw her in these dresses I have saved in pinterest lol. Maybe a previous dress she wore on a date with Big Mama? idk. Or maybe the first nicer dress she's worn since learning the truth. She doesn't strike me as the type to go out partying her sorrows away, maybe the night bars she goes to sometimes, but no place that required her to dress nicely. (Also Vera is just stunning in all colors. I didn't even mean to use the color of the dresses to imply emotions lmao, but it happened. She's so cute!!)

Drew something to fill up the page, as you do, & thought of her job as a therapist. And like most office spaces, has a receptionist. And yes, her name is Karen & is indeed one. She's so much of a headache that Vera would need to get to work early to avoid passing her at the front desk. She already has to deal with her while leaving, she doesn't need it at the start of the day.

I adore her, I love her, I love her greatly, she's usurped the rest by miles & I mean MILES. Thank you dear Helli for the head references, I can draw her now. I will draw her until my hands break. I am her biggest fan, no contest, & will challenge those who claim the first title I've ever clamed lmao. If there's no content of her, I'll be the one to make it. STARS SHE'S FUCKING GORGEOUS

[ihamtmus]

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[bylertruther]

when season five comes out.... are you peeking at the last episode first to see who lives / check for byIer endgame, waiting for someone else to warn you of byIer's fate before you start watching, or rawdogging the experience and going in blind to figure it out yourself?

[tallytals]

dazai would be so miserable with braces it is actually hilarious. could you imagine the process of getting them tightened once every couple weeks. or if he had to wear rubber bands. do you guys hear me he’d look like this at the end of every appointment

[blossoms-phan]

the charades videos are sooooo good I luv them

[tpup]

showed my friend some pictures of my ex & she was like. she's literally just a kind of fishy white girl.. you can do better

[deus-ex-mona]

my five surviving braincells when something remotely good happens:

[viridian-house]

The path to recovery is arduous. Hyrule is a ruin in perfect harmony to the tumult within Zelda, and though the Calamity is no more, The Triforce yearns to be whole. The hearts of its two surviving vassals crack under the pressure of a force they never knew, aching for a man they'd never met.

lil sketchy zelink wip for my post-botw fic fields of gold, in which zelda tries to cope with 100 years of trauma in a hyrule she barely recognizes and missing the man she met within the calamity. lucky for her, it's nothing link hasn't been through before.

[yloiseconeillants]

MAYNCIENT :: Day 17 ~ Mentor

If you, too, wish to set down roots in this fertile field of study, hearken you to the Words of Halmarut and submit your application to the Akadaemia.

[todayisafridaynight]

tbh I really wanted the 3jimas to win that fight, to have Kiryu realize that his actions have consequences and that maaayybeee the people he keeps disappearing on to only reappear briefly to make demands of are finally sick of it and the rose tinted glasses of admiration have come off

no absolutely i really needed kiryu to just. //shakes him//

another thing i really wish we got from IW was daigo going off on kiryu- like he STARTED to but i needed that Y4 shit RIGHT NOW. if Y4 did anything right, it definitely helped broaden daigo's character in how having the chairman title pushed onto him was stressing him out and having him express this to kiryu was SO cathartic, even if daigo's words ultimately mean nothing to kiryu (or at the very least, kiryu did a bad job on understanding daigo's grievances and helping him afterwards)

it really is agitating that the jimas ended up going to the tower anyway too. i get that saejima and majima are kiryu's ex-colleagues and daigo's practically his son, and the fight was supposed to be a 'wake up call' for them. but it just diminishes the anger we saw from daigo in that first scene (and as if i have to say it, daigo becoming angry is a rare thing so that when it does happen its so jarring and it's meant to be serious) and it continues to excuse kiryu's general disregard for others if it means he gets what he wants.

its unfathomable to me that after nearly two decades of holding a position daigo didnt want for the sake of his idol, he finally gets to break away from it. and now his idol's just waltzing back into his life- after acting like he was dead for three years- asking for ANOTHER favor. and daigo's just supposed to accept it. if kiryu wasnt literally dying i just know he'd keep doing this until his last breath and no one would punish him for it because despite how many times he claims to understand daigo's woes, it's evident he doesn't care enough to leave him out of things