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The girl who saved everyone but failed to save her most loved one

The boy who saved everyone but failed to save his most loved one

@dailytogachako @marronje @queen-ochako @lily-claw

anyways while y'all were discussing tgck as caitvi I drew them as timebomb.

also toga as the iconic jinx scene (doodle bc I'm working on more for this au bc it has me in a chokehold.)

Hotel Reverie starts as a satirical commentary on soulless remakes, and one of the "jokes" is that they recast the main white guy as a Black woman, in a period piece where a Black woman feels anachronistic. This could have become a conservative comment about "forced diversity" and the woke agenda. Or it could have been a progressive comment about Hollywood casting non-white actors in color blind roles while ignoring the racist undertones of the media they're adapting.

But the brilliance of the episode is that it ends up being neither. As soon as Clara/Dorothy becomes sentient, the central theme shifts around human connection and what links us to the poeple who preceeded us. It is heavily implied that the real Dorothy was a lesbian and deeply unhappy in a time period that did not allow her self expression. Her AI version finds this freedom in her relationship with Brandy.

In the end, the message of the episode feels more that poeple have always been poeple. Society changes, becomes more accepting of certain communities, but that doesn't mean those minorities did not exist in the past. And the movie being a success despite the anachronisms is a proof that it works both ways, and modern day people can still relate to old timey stories and project ourselves in them with our own modern mindset.

It took me longer than I thought it would😮‍💨, but I think it came out cute💕

X-MEN POST‼️‼️

SO WHEN MAGNETO PULLED THE ANIMANIUM OUT OF WOLVERINE DID THAT KILL HIM OR IS HE STILL ALIVE?? LIKE IK HE ALIVE (barely) BUT HE’S STILL ALIVE ALSOOO DID WE GET A LOVE CONFESSION FROM MORPH BCUZ THEY CHANGED INTO JEAN TO SAY IT AND I THOUGHT NOTHING OF IT UNTIL NOW. DID MORPH SAY IT AS JEAN BCUZ HE WAS TOO SCARED TO SAY IT AS THEIRSELF?? (or maybe im js overthinking all of this)

the silly (that could be dead soon)

"It's salty! It's really salty!"

My mother is just straight up cruel, i absolutely hate her for it. But at the same time she's like a friend towards me so i can't really say anything. I think she hates me too.

Happy birthday.

PREACH 🙏

I could write a full-on essay on this. I might honestly

I just really miss pre 2000s Batman. The one that didn’t abuse the kids he saved up from abusive homes and from the streets, the one that loved and raised them. That mourned them and grieved hard enough Alfred thought Bruce would kill himself. Yes he trained them and pushed them to the brink but he still loved them. Ferociously. Step to his family and he steps to you in his 300,000 dollar rich man loafers.

bruce wayne absolutely keeps every single drawing, card, and handmade gift his kids have ever given him. like, every single one. no matter how messy, weird, or even accidentally insulting (looking at you, jason’s “world’s okayest dad” mug from when he was thirteen), he keeps them all.

he has a drawer in his desk with the “important” ones—like the first time dick called him dad in a scribbled crayon card, or the weird but endearing origami bat tim made when he was sleep-deprived.

but the real collection? it’s in a reinforced, locked safe in the batcave.

alfred found out once when he caught bruce carefully putting away a pile of random childhood drawings. when asked why he had an entire safe dedicated to them, bruce just muttered something about “sentimental value” and refused to elaborate.

but really, he just can’t bear to part with them. his kids may not always say it, but those little gifts? they were proof that, in their own way, they loved him. and no matter how much time passed, no matter how rocky their relationships got, he never wanted to forget that.

..

years later, damian finds the safe.

he’s not even trying to snoop—he was looking for something important, something mission-critical, and instead, he finds this. a locked safe, hidden behind a shelf in the batcave, coded with one of bruce’s personal encryptions. naturally, he assumes it holds classified files, maybe contingency plans, or something worthy of all the security.

he hacks it in under five minutes.

when the door swings open, damian stares.

it’s not secret mission files. it’s not weapons or emergency cash. it’s… drawings? old birthday cards? a lopsided clay model of a bat (which he immediately recognizes as drake’s terrible handiwork)?

his eyes narrow as he pulls out a faded crayon drawing—one of his, from when he was younger. it’s him, a wobbly little stick figure, standing next to bruce in an oversized bat symbol. he vaguely remembers making it, but he definitely doesn’t remember bruce keeping it.

“tt.” he huffs, shoving it back in the safe. ridiculous. sentimental. pointless.

and yet…

when bruce walks into the cave later that night, he finds the safe locked again, nothing out of place—except for one new addition. a freshly drawn sketch, carefully folded and placed on top of the pile.

it’s of the whole family. him, grayson, todd, drake, cain—everyone. standing together.

bruce doesn’t say anything about it.

but the next morning, damian notices that his drawing isn’t in the safe anymore. it’s framed on bruce’s desk.

darling i think you just killed me… ohhhh my lord

blue jeans, white shirt

pairing: joao felix x reader

warnings: angsty

preface: your ex bf is famous af and he forgot about u from the fame, or so u thought

i will love you till the end of time, i would wait a million years. promise you’ll remember that you’re mine. baby can you see through the tears?

when joão got transferred to chelsea you guys have been dating for a year but it was getting quite serious. he was shown as the new young left winger from portugal. he got his fame from being on chelsea but you knew him when he first joined benfica. you have been knowing him since you were a child so you know everything about him. his pet peeves, his favourite songs, his little quirks and that’s what he liked about you.

you were attentive and loving, you both always had a connection since you were both teenagers. the connection quickly turned to dust when he stopped being attentive to you. he would have events and he stopped inviting you, he stopped inviting you to games, he just ghosted you overall. his mom often calls you to see if you guys have spoken but you secretly hated it. he was your first love, your first body, your first kiss. you were shattered when you realized he wasn’t putting in his all anymore so it was safe to say you guys were done, you deletes his number, unfollowed him on instagram, blocked him on snapchat, deleted anything of him on your phone, you even stopped watching football.

you were back home in portugal for the summer and you were staying again your familys villa, not a single thought in your brain except for seeing your new boyfriend. your new boyfriend was caring and great to you, helped you get over joão. you know your mother was inviting some family friends over and you know it was going to be the félix family but joão stopped attending family functions all together because he was “too busy”. you got out of the shower and you were changing into your pjs so you could do your makeup and you heard the front door open, you assumed it was your boyfriend until you heard a familiar loud voice. your stomach dropped and you started breathing heavily, you haven’t seen him since he’s joined barcelona and it’s now the middle of august.

you gave yourself a pep talk and reminded yourself that he means nothing now and your boyfriend is on the way now. you called your boyfriend to see where he is and he picked up on the last couple of rings. “hey y/n baby, i’m sorry but i don’t think i’ll be able to make it tonight. work is just a lot right now” he says, your stomach dropped yet again. “okay baby. i love you” you say swallowing your panic. you got ready and just tried to go on about your day.

you looked gorgeous. you lost weight, done your hair differently, you were barely wearing makeup. you were wearing a beautiful short summer dress with your perfect manicured hands and toes. joão loved how feminine you were. you walked downstairs of the villa and everyone’s eyes were on you. mrs félix ran up to you and gave you a big kiss on your cheek, you smiled as you hugged everyone, except joão. you just gave him a friendly wave as he looked at you in awe.

you went through the dinner with funny stories of your younger self as well as joão, before you would’ve been missing him but now you feel nothing. “eu vou ao banheiro” (i’m going to the bathroom) everyone nods as you get up, your heels clicking on the ground as you make your way to the bathroom. “wow she’s beautiful..” joão’s mother said to your parents, she turns her head towards her son “why would you do that.. she’s perfect joão”

“não sei..” (i don’t know) “vá falar com ela” his mother whispers to him. joão gets up, making his way to the home he has spent multiple nights over as a child.. multiple family pictures including a photo of you and joão, he sighed and smiled to himself as he takes a photo of it, he hears a familiar clicking, he looks to his left to see you walking toward him, not even looking at him. joão’s heart ached as you walked by him without even looking at him. “y/n.. please..” he says, you stop in your tracks, but continue walking. he walks up to you and turns you around to face him, the teary eyed boy looks at you, he noticed your gaze wasn’t the same as before, it was a cold different gaze. broken, “why did you do that..” you said with no expression on your face. “i’m sorry..”

“but you aren’t.”

he looked defeated to say the least. “if you were sorry you wouldn’t have done what you did, you fell out of love with me, and it’s okay. i’ve accepted it. but the reason why you were okay with it at first was because you knew i was in love with you, but now you aren’t because i’m with someone who actually loves me. it’s time for you to accept it joão, it’ll never be the same.” your words came out like a knife to his chest, your eyes started to water. someone who was once your best friend was now nobody to you. he saw a side of you nobody as seen, but unfortunately you loved him more than he loved you. truth be told but joão never fell out of love with you.

you walked away a few tears falling down your soft cheeks, you turn around to see joão’s hands covering his face as he heaves, you’ve never seen him cry like this. ever. you wipe your tears as you go back to the table plastering a fake smile, your family not having a single clue in the world about what just happened. few minutes after joão comes to the living room looking normal. you both exchanged a weak smile, your heart ached as well as his.

months pass by, you broke up with your boyfriend, joão’s loan at barca ended, and it’s officially euros season. despite avoiding watching football because of joão, you decided to start watching with your father, but tonight you’re at a hotel in berlin, 10 minutes away from the stadium. you posted on your story the place you were at. drinking a glass of wine as you lay on your bed doing your work on your computer, it was close to 2 am, you start to shut everything off as you hear the storm hitting your hotel window, you pull the covers over your body until you heard banging at your front door. afraid but you got up to look at the peephole to see a soaking wet joão. you open the door as he looks at you with bloodshot eyes, he’d been crying. he brings you in a tight hug as you hug him back, he takes in your scent, you always smelt so good.

“what’s wrong j?”

“too much on my mind.” he says drained, you brought him in to sit on the couch, you open a can of his favourite beer as he smiles to you, “you remembered” you giggled, “okay come on let’s talk” you said

you found out that joão missed a penalty shot and he just feels so bad, you understand his concern so you let him stay the night, you both sleep on the opposite sides of the bed. you started mindlessly scrolling on your phone now that you were wide awake. “i can’t stop thinking about you.” joão faces you

“joão please-“

“no y/n- please listen to me. you are my soulmate, my everything. you’re the only person that gets me..” he says as he gets up, walking up to you. “how can i let go of you? you are so fucking beautiful. you have the most beautiful skin, most beautiful hair, and your voice sounds like honey. all i think about is you. ever since i saw you moved on my heart yearned for you. i forgot how amazing you were. i was stupid, all i thought about was my career but completely forgot why i was in it for, i wanted to make money for you. but i got caught up with everything. please y/n.. i can’t lose you..” he says as he gets on his knees, hugging your body as he places kisses all over your body, “please y/n.. say something.” he says as he places a kiss on your cheeks, as well as briefly placing a kiss on your lips. you were crying as well as he was. you wanted to hug him and kiss him to let him know that everything will be okay.

“no- joão. please stop. it’s ruined. you ruined it. it can’t be fixed” you say as you pushed him off, “before i would’ve taken you back in a heartbeat. believe me. but now you don’t deserve me. i think you should leave” you held back your tears

he nodded, defeated. making his way to the door, he opened the door as he looked back at your teary eyes. “i would wait a million years for you. eu te amo” he walked out, your heart aching.

guys whatever u do DONT watch your name 🙅‍♀️

i just watched your name for the first time and omfg im sobbing like hello

"Alastair wasn't a hugger. And the one hug Call would ever get - he will never feel."

WHAT THE HELL- might as well use the gauntlet on me aND RIP MY HEART OUT

Kill The Child

Gaaraweek2025 Day 8 - Birthday A reference to the time of his birth. You get it, right??

ms paint shenanigans ;P

Day 7: Is this yours?

Dragon Kirishima x Human AFAB Reader

Your grandfather always warned you of the boys with giant smirks and playful eyes, but he never warned you about the kind ones with sharp teeth and dragon wings.  5.8k Warning: NSFW. SMUT. Cute passionate love, cause I was in a cutesy Eijiro mood. Also warning, DRAGON DICK.

You worked picking apples from the trees. It was hard work trying to get them all and collect them again, especially since it was just you working the fields recently, but someone had to get it done. It was hard work as the sun beat down against you, only making you hotter and lazier as you moved, trying to finish picking all the apples and throw them down in a basket. You stood in short overalls and a straw hat, standing on an old ladder to reach the top of the trees.   

It was on days like this, you wished you could go out with friends or sit inside all day. You could only wish to wear their nice clothes and walk around town till your heart desired. However, doing that wouldn’t get money to put food on the table. It also would mean that there would be no one else to take care of the farm. There used to be multiple of other workers that worked the farm lands and the orchids too, but since the plague a few years ago, much help had dwindled. It was now all about taking care of one’s own family.   

You sighed as you wiped sweat off your brow with the back of your arm. You looked down at all the apples you had picked down on the ground in the wooden sewn baskets. You carefully went down the steps of the ladder, thinking that you had collected enough to take back to the barn and come back with another set of empty baskets. You landed down on the ground safely. You placed your hand on your back trying to straighten up your posture. You didn’t need a bad back to come along with your problems. After a few seconds of rest and delay, you bent down to pick up one of the baskets.   

“Uh... Excuse me.”   

“Oh gods!” You nearly jumped out of your skin as you quickly turned around to face whoever had spoken to you.   

Standing in front of you was a rather tall man, with round red eyes that seemed so soft and caring. He had long Redhair that cascaded down his back that matched his eyes, and surprisingly you also noticed the red flakes that seemed to decorate his skin. You had never seen a man like him before. He looked like he had muscle, easily he would be able to overpower you, but at the same time, he looked like he was thinner than he should have been. His eyes widened at your shout, noticing that he scared you. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” He apologised with a bow of his head.  He held a red apple towards you. “Is this yours?” He asked softly. It was surprising for you to hear such a soft voice out of a man who looked double your size. “I noticed it just a bit away from here and then I noticed you.”  

You looked down at the apple. You had seen so many of the damn fruits, you weren’t exactly sure if that was the apple you pick fourteen apples ago or the very first one you had picked. You nodded. “Probably, how come?” You asked him as you flicked your gaze back up to him. The redhead looked down at the apple almost in disappointment, hearing that it was yours. His eyebrows furrowed as he looked down at the fruit. You frowned. Poor guy was probably hungry. “Do you want it?” You asked.   

His eyes immediately flicked up to you, having his entire attention on you. He nodded his head eagerly. He bowed at the waist. “Yes please.” He had great manners for his appearance. He stood in a loose old black tunic and brown pants. He was barefoot but he didn’t seem to mind all that badly. Surprisingly he didn’t have any sort of sun burn.  

You smiled. “Well, you can have that one for now, but if you help me with my chores, I can get you more.”  

He perked up at the mention of the deal. For a moment, he thought it over in his head before smiling. He nodded his head fiercely, seeing no problem with the deal and really eager to earn more apples. “That would be amazing.” He took the apple in both hands, making you realise how small the apple was compared to him, and he took a huge bite out of it happily. He smiled broadly with really sharp teeth. You heard a sort of purr sound come from him. From his ears and the horns on his head, you knew he wasn’t the least bit human. You wondered what race of creatures he belonged to. You watched him eat the apple very much happy.  

While he did so, you turned your attention to picking up any stray apples and putting them in the apple baskets. When you were all done you found him finished with his apple. Your eyebrows furrowed for a moment, realising something. “Where’s the core of the apple?” You asked him with a furrowed brow.   

He just looked at you lost at your question with a tilt of his head. “The what?” He asked you.   

You opened your mouth to explain, but at the end you decided to leave it be. “It’s no matter.” You waved it down, having little concern. You then looked down to the two woven baskets. “I need your help carrying all these apples,” You lifted your head to point over to a red barn not too far away from where you were. “Over there.” You informed him looking over at the barn. You knew you would have to take strategic stops because of how heavy the apples were when in the baskets, but you didn’t mind all that much. “I’ll have to stop every now and then, but I’m sure if we pace ourselves well then we can- SWEET HOLY GODS!”   

The redhead was carrying both baskets in his hands, effortlessly. One on each shoulder stabilised by one hand. He looked at you with a smile on his face. “So just over there?” He asked as he motioned to the barn. It was as if he wasn’t carrying apple baskets that no doubt weighted probably weighed more than an average person. With wide eyes you nodded as you started walking with him. He smiled as he trailed along with you into the sun out to the barn. “Oh!” He picked up as if almost remembering something important. He turned to look at you as best as he could with the baskets on his shoulders. “Forgive me, but I haven’t asked you your name.”   

You chuckled and nodded your head to him, with a tilt of your hat. “Y/N. It’s nice to meet you, big fella.” That made a sharp tooth grin come to his face. “What’s your name?”  

He was silent for a moment, almost as if thinking of the answer. His eyebrows furrowed but then he seemed sure as he turned to look at you with a soft smile. “Kirishima... Kirishima Eijiro... I think.” He said looking away with furrow of his eyebrows. “Forgive me, but I am not fully sure if I may be telling you a fib.” He warned you with a small embarrassed laugh.   

You tilted your head confused at his statement. “A fib?” You asked. “Do you not know your name?” You tried not to sound judgemental towards him.   

“I’m not sure, to be honest with you.” He revealed to you. “All I know is that one day I woke up in the middle of the forest, alone and without my memories. Slowly I started to remember some bits and pieces from my past but they were not a lot.” He answered to you honestly.  

“Oh dear, you poor thing.” You tapped his side gently, trying to be friendly. By the look on his face, he appreciated the gesture. “If you don’t have a place to go, we could always use some company and a pair of working hands.” You offered towards him.   

Kirishima smiled down at you brightly. “Do I get more apples?” He asked excitedly. You were sure that if he could wag a tail, it would probably be wagging up a storm at the question.  

You laughed with a bright smile on your face to which made him feel happier to hear and see. You nodded your head, affirming what he was saying. “Of course.” You assured him. “You can have as much as you’d like.” You promised him.   

The two of you made it to the barn. You pushed opened the door and led him over to where you had put all the other apples. After placing the baskets down, the two of you continued to work until the sun was setting. With Kirishima around, you had finished much earlier than expected and even got to sorting apples. You led Kirishima back to the main barn house with a small basket of apples for the house itself. Sitting on the porch with a fluffy golden retriever at his feet, was your uncle. He wasn’t actually related to you but you knew him well enough to consider him family.  

He was family.   

You smiled at him. “Uncle Toshinori.” You greeted. Instantly the golden retriever lifted her head and noticed the new person accompanying you. She got up and quickly headed over to Kirishima. Kirishima looked down at her, his pupils widening in interest at the new animal friend. She barked and jumped, circling him in excitement. Kirishima smiled and went down to her level, patting her side. You motioned over to Kirishima. “This is Kirishima Eijiro. He’s been helping me with my chores today.”  

The old man laughed. He had two longer strands of greying blond hair that framed his thin face. “I saw, young Y/N.” He told you amused. He turned his attention to Kirishima, who felt his blue-eyed gaze from where he was crouched. Kirishima smiled at the dog before standing back up straight to full height to look at Toshinori. The old man looked at Kirishima carefully, noticing his features. “You’re a dragon.”   

You turned to Kirishima in surprise, having not figured that out yet. Kirishima nodded his head. “Indeed, I am, sir.”  

“You’re a long way from home.” Toshinori spoke factually. He lifted a frail hand over to the right. “What are you doing here?” He asked.   

Kirishima scratched the back of his head. “To be frank, I am not too sure. I lost my memories so I don’t remember my reason for being here.”   

You turned to the older man and put your hands together. “Please Uncle Toshinori. Can Kirishima stay here just till he gains his memories back. He’s already said he can help around the farm until he wants to leave.” You begged him.   

Toshinori shook his head at you but he chuckled. He wasn’t surprised and didn’t blame your reasoning. He knew you had a big heart, however, he also knew you were lonely here. He turned his gaze back to Kirishima once more. “Can you work hard?” He asked the dragon hybrid.   

Kirishima nodded his head dutifully. “Till my last breath, sir.”  

“Are you willing to learn?”  

“Absolutely.”   

Toshinori hummed for a moment, before nodding his head. “Alright.” He stated. “He can stay.” Both you and Kirishima bowed in gratitude to the old man. “But!” He interrupted the celebrations. He pointed a finger to Kirishima with an icy glare to his blue eyes. He was being deathly serious about his next statement. “You hurt my Y/N...” He started with a stoic tone. “And I will pluck every scale from your body one at a time. Do you understand me?” He asked.   

Kirishima nodded his head furiously. “Yes sir.”   

“Great!” You chirped out. You took Kirishima’s hand making his eyes go wide at the gesture. His big hand with small red speckled scales was so giant compared to yours. You dragged him forward. “Come on, Kirishima. I’ll show you to your room and get you a fresh change of clothes. I’m making apple pie!” You told him.  

Kirishima had to bend down significantly to get through the doorway of your home. The sound of apples caught his attention. “Apples?” The large dragon asked looking down at you as you dragged him down the hallway.  

Since then Kirishima had been an avid member of Plus Ultra Acres. He was an absolute darling and you wondered how men like him still existed. He was sweet, humble and always looking to help. He did his chores to perfection and even managed to find a way to befriend all the cows. However, the goats didn’t seem to like him all that much.  

With his new overalls, a straw hat and boots, he was just like you. However, he was noticeable different. Especially after a few short months of farm work he easily thickened up, exponentially. It was as if he had a growth spurt. He had muscle to him. A lot of it, that went well with his already large demeanour. The two of you did much research on dragons and also relied on his memories and instincts. For example, his wings. They sprung up one day and you took (probably more than you should have) advantage of the fact that he could fly. Mostly by telling him to go pick the apples that you couldn’t reach or other fruits from trees.  

The two of you, along with your happy golden retriever some days, were inseparable. It was almost as though the two of you had been friends for the longest of time. He was just so bubbly and sweet. Hell, it was like that with everyone Kirishima met, he easily became much of a town celebrity, being the first ever dragon to be in the town before. At first some were frightened of him due to his very large demeanour, but getting to know him, you would never believe that you were ever afraid of him. He was often off helping people with his unreal strength or tasting some new pastry or dish. He was just such a lively and friendly person, it was hard not to love him.   

However, when all was said and done, he always preferred your company the most.   

With him you could talk about anything. You could talk about when you were growing up, past relationships even something as stupid as fighting over flies versus bees. Admittedly, Kirishima was a bee patron but you think it’s just because bees wouldn't want to sting a dragon. With Kirishima he made life so much better. Just seeing him made you smile. Talking to him made your day better and being with him was as if you felt whole for the first time in your life.   

You weren’t sure how to describe it, but looking at him made your heart swell and beat out of your chest. It made you feel as though you were the brightest star in the sky, the only flower in the field and the only diamond amongst stones. He treated you like royalty and with so much respect it often scared you and made you wonder whether you weren’t suffering from a long case of heat stroke and you were just imagining him.   

“I’m pretty sure that one looks like a cow.” He pointed out as the both of you lay in a field of dandelions behind the farm just a bit in the forest, looking up at the stars. The both of you were stargazing tonight, the cool breeze from another long and hard day’s work always made staying outside better.   

You giggled at his statement. “It looks more like a pig to me.” You told him putting your hands on your stomach.   

Kirishima’s eyebrows scrunched up as he turned to look at you. “But when it comes to it, what’s the difference?” You giggled again at his question. Kirishima’s face softened at the look on your face as he watched you giggle and laugh.  

“I think there’s a difference between a cow and a pig, Eijiro.”  

“Meat is meat.”  

You gasped. “Eijiro!”  

He chuckled at your expression, finding it amusing. For a moment it descended back to comfortable silence with the sound of the crickets and the night. Kirishima looked down away from your face for a moment. “I... I remember something.” He spoke quietly as he looked away from you.   

“Hm?” You turned to look at him, wondering what he remembered.   

Over the course of the past year that Kirishima was with you, he started to remember bits and pieces of the past. Of his past. About how he got to where he was and where he came from. However, most of it was still a bit jumbled up... Or at least you thought it was jumbled up to him. Kirishima sighed as he closed his eyes for a moment. “Back at home... on Dragon Island...” Kirishima started softly. “The stars... were much better than this.” He let out with a soft scoff. He opened his eyes once more, his gaze of a beautiful ruby red, looked up at the stars almost waiting for something more. “There were so many stars in the sky, that at night, you would hardly need a flame to see. The moon and stars were so big and beautiful, every night was like a festival of stars.” He reached a hand up and swiped it over the sky over the both of you. Just then a shooting star came flying by.   

You gasped. “Kiri!” You let out excitedly. “It’s a shooting star! Make a wish.” You said as you squeezed your eyes shut tightly as you made a wish for yourself.   

Kirishima raised an eyebrow in confusion. “Make a wish?” He asked.   

You nodded your head. “Mh.” You opened your eyes done with your wish. “It’s said if you make a wish on a shooting star then it could come true.” You told him. “Don’t dragons worship the stars?”  

“Uh...” Kirishima hesitated to respond to that. “We do, but it’s different. We pray to the god the Starry Flame, but we believe that the stars in the sky are dragons that have passed from this world and have return to live amongst the Starry Flame in the heavens.”  

You looked up at the stars with a new light. You hummed. “That sounds comforting.” You spoke softly. “I don’t think we humans have that.” You told him. “But if we did, I think I would feel better knowing I could see my family in the stars after the plague.” You expressed to him, more for yourself than for him. Kirishima turned to you worried. He was always worrying about you. Especially when he found out that besides Toshinori, you would basically be alone. Before he could have time to do so, you turned to look at him with a forced smile on your face. “What about your family? Do you remember anything more about them?” You asked.   

That’s when Kirishima truly hesitated. He pushed himself up as he looked down away from you. His red eyebrows furrowed as he frowned. He didn’t want to have this talk so soon, but it seems like it everything had a time and place. He sighed as he closed his eyes for a moment. Dread settled in the pit of his stomach as he tried to find the words to tell you.   

Your own eyebrows furrowed as you sat up as well. You looked to him worried. You placed your hand over his in the grass. “Kiri...” You spoke softly. You didn’t receive an answer. “Eijiro... I’m sorry if I touched a sensitive subject for you, I-”   

“No, it’s not that.” He told you honestly. He tilted his head back to you. He waited a few seconds before facing you again fully. “Y/N...” He looked sad as he continued to talk to you. “My family... my parents... their alive, on Dragon Island. Or at least the last time I remember them being there.”   

Your face brightened up at the happy news. “Well that’s amazing!” You smiled. “That means you can go find them, probably. It mean-”  

“But what about you?” He asked interrupting you as his hand took your smaller one fully in his own, swallowing your small hand in his grasp. He looked at you seriously.  

You looked down at your joined hands before looking back up at him. You tried to force a smile and a shrug. “What about me?” You asked him.  

“I... I don’t want to leave you.” He told you honestly, looking down away from you with furrowed brows. “I really don’t want to leave without you.” His voice was soft and raw and honest. Your eyes widened in surprise at his confession. “I couldn’t have been so safe and looked after if it weren’t for you opening up your home and life to me. I... I don’t think I even wanted to remember anything about myself when there is you in my life to consume my days.” He smiled softly, that smile that always made your heart race and butterflies' storm in your stomach. “But... I know that there are responsibilities and people waiting for me back there...” He stated truthfully looking down away from you. “And you can’t leave Toshinori or the farm here either...”  

You hesitated to speak as it once again descended into silence between the two of you. The clearing of dandelion flowers amongst the both of you, settled back into silence. “So... you’re leaving.” You spoke softly. He nodded his head sullenly.  

You frowned but you turned to him. Deciding to take a risk. You brought a hand up to his face, forcing him to face you. You looked up at him, making sure to keep your eyes locked on him. You carefully went up onto your knees moving closer to him. Kirishima didn’t move unless you moved him. He didn’t say anything as he stared up at you as you straddled his waist. His eyes wide and his pupils dilated to look up at you with uncertainty and yet he wanted everything you were willing to give him. You both just stared at each other for a moment, your hearts beating fast and your hold on each other certain.  

“Then... lets make the most of now.” You whispered down to him, placing both your hands to cup his face.   

He placed a hand over one of your own. He closed his eyes for a moment, just a moment, before opening them once more to find your lips just a mere inch away from his. “Y/N...” He whispered. He smiled softly. “I guess it can’t be helped then.”   

Not letting you respond, he wrapped his arms around you tighter as he filled the space between the both of you. Pushing his body up to meet yours. His skin was like fire against yours. Warm and comforting. It lit and unleashed the tension between the both of you in a way you couldn’t describe. You kissed him with all of your heart, trying to reach him closer than you already were to him. Kirishima placed his hands on your hips holding you down to him. You moved back for air for only a moment, and Kirishima was chasing your lips again. Moving to kiss you and hold you tighter. He felt like you were too far still. He didn’t want to drift away from you. You were the one certainty in his whole life right now that he just couldn’t bear to be wrenched away from.   

He pulled your hips down closer to him. Your hands moved down his face, down his neck to his chest. You balled up the material of his tunic in your hands as you tried to chase the burning passion in your heart for him. You sighed, arching your back into him, feeling the tension and need start to build up in your body. “Eijiro...” You whispered to the heavens as his mouth moved down to your neck. He could feel the rushing of your heartbeat and pulse on his lips. His hands moved underneath your shirt. His calloused hands moved around your soft skin, feeling you underneath him. He sighed against your skin almost as if it was relief to touch you. You found yourself moving your hips around trying and searching for pleasure in his grasp. Everything felt too hot for you and yet not hot enough. You moved on of your hands into his thick locks of red hair, feeling the way he sucked on your neck, leaving marks on your skin.  

Kirishima moved his hands up your body to your chest, grabbing and squeezing where he could. If this was the time he could hold you and be with you, he was going to treasure and feel as much as he could. A soft groan came out of Kirishima as your grinding had ended up down against his restricted hard cock. He bit his bottom lip as you seemed to also enjoy the place you were in on top of him. He didn’t stop your hips nor your movement, letting his hands feel your insistent gyrating of your hips. Kirishima wanted so much, but he didn’t want to be greedy. He didn’t want to just take and yet he knew you wouldn’t stop him. Yet he was holding back so much from instincts taking way.  

He knew that just as much as him, you wanted to be closer. You wanted him to consume your every space and every being. He was a being unlike any other to you, in his personality, in the way he loved and in his entire existence. You looked back down at him, moving your lips to the top of his head as you cradled his head, holding onto his hair. “Eijiro... I want you.” You whisper.  

Kirishima, breathless from your constant grinding down on his crotch, looked up at you. “A-are you sure?” He asked you, wanting and needing to be careful. “I need you to be honest with me. If you aren’t’ comfortable, we can stop.”  

You nodded your head to him with a smile, certain. “Yes.” You told him. “Please.”   

He smiled moving his hands down your chest down to your pants. He very easily hoisted you up off him and yanked them right off of you. You giggled at his rather adamant actions. Holding you safely in his lap, he moved his fingers down into your underwear, to your glistening wet sex. He pushed a single finger in making you whimper as you gripped onto him hard at the sudden intrusion. It wasn’t as though you didn’t pleasure yourself, so it wasn’t too much of an adjustment, but it sure felt intrusive with how thick his finger was.   

Kirishima groaned out at the warm wet feeling of your sex wrapped around his finger. He huffed as he tried to work you open and focusing on giving you pleasure. You hummed as you gripped harshly on his shoulders. Kirishima moved a finger up to your clit, making round circle against it. Immediately he felt you jolt against him at the sudden increase of pleasure. With one hand keeping your thighs spread and messaging your inner thigh, the other gave you pleasure like none you could give yourself. Slowly but surely, he eased more and more of his thick fingers inside you, which only made holding in your moans and gasps harder.   

You moved your hands down to tug on his shorts. You wanted them off. You wanted them off immediately and Kirishima found it humorous. However, he could often hardly ever deny you anything you wanted. He carefully turned the both of you over so that you could lay down in the grass below him. You gasped as he slid his fingers out of you. You watched as some dandelions flew into the air above you as Kirishima took off his own clothes to match your bare state. It was something out of a fantasy with how surreal it was and how mesmerised you were with the scene around you.   

Kirishima found himself caging you underneath him. One strong hand planted down in the grass near you to support his weight off of you, while the other moved your thigh to wrap around his waist. You did as he wanted, wrapping your legs around him, wanting to pull him in closer.   

You finally looked down and tensed up immediately. “Oh dear gods.” You whispered.   

“What?” Kirishima asked.   

You stared down at his cock, rethinking if you were still sane. “E-eijiro, It... will you fit?” You asked him as you stared down at his thick cock in his hands. You had truly never seen anything like it before in your life. You knew that he was slightly different in anatomy sometimes, knowing he could spring wings from his back and a tail as well, but you never truly thought of if he would be different down there as well. It didn’t differ much from a human cock other than the abnormal thickness, size and the subtle ridges to it that you knew you would feel deep inside you.   

Kirishima innocently looked at you wide eyed. He didn’t really think much about that, but then again he did already stretch you out. He looked down at his cock then back at your folds. He gulped trying to fight off the urge of just ramming into you and watching as your sex swallowed up his cock. He then gave you a hopeful smile that made you laugh. “Lets find out.”   

Before you could comment, you arched your back with a gasp as you felt him push into you, the head of his cock thick and intruding already into your tight hole. You arched your back off the ground as Kirishima dropped his head at the heavenly feeling of you. He bit down a moan as he slowly pushed inside you, your thighs slightly shaking. You let out a high-pitched whine as you covered your mouth with your hand, biting down a cry at the stretch. “Eijiro!”   

Kirishima immediately littered kisses to your neck trying to console you. He tried whispering sweet nothings and praises to you for doing such a good job taking his cock all inside you. You hadn’t even realised that you had managed to do that with how blinded by pain and pleasure swirling around you, everything felt. You felt as though you could barely breathe, as if you could feel him all the way in your stomach. You hiccupped as you tried to console yourself with the overwhelming feeling of him.   

“F-fuck...” Kirishima let out a dragon whine at the tight feeling of your sex holding him in a vice grip. His hand gripped your thighs tightly with bruising strength. He groaned as he tried to relax but with your walls pulsating and fluttering around him, it was becoming harder and harder to do so. “Please... please can I... Can I move?”  

You nodded, unable to speak like this. “Y-ye-AH!”   

Every thrust in and out of you, you could feel the way the ridges of his cock gently scrapped against your soft walls making you moan at the extra stimulation that made up for the way he had practically bullied his cock inside of you. You moved your hands to his back as you dug your nails into him, gripping onto him. You moaned freely into the air as he slowly but surely thrusted in and out of you.   

Kirishima groaned. “Sh-shit. You’re... you’re so perfect.” He whispered as he placed kisses to your neck and jaw. Even though his instincts shouted at him to take you, rough and hard like dragons did, he wanted to savour you. He wanted to enjoy this for however long it would last. He wanted to hold you and make you feel as big and beautiful as the stars above looking down at the both of you.  

The building tension in your abdomen was tight and held as you clawed down Kirishima’s back. You gasped and mewled at all the pleasure he was gifting to your body. Being connected to him felt mind numbing but at the same time made you feel as though a fire was lit on the inside of your body. You moaned as you squeezed your eyes closed in ecstasy. “Eijiro.” You cried out as you opened your eyes to look up at him.   

He smiled down at you. You were so beautiful like this. Breathless, wanting and loving. He brought his forehead against your own, closing his eyes alongside you. “I love you.”  

“I love you.” You whispered back.  

Unexpectedly, with a well aimed thrust you felt yourself clamp down on him hard. You gasped as you let out a silent cry. Your body shaking at the orgasm that hit you sudden and hard. Feeling your sex tighten around him and Kirishima was following you shortly after. He buried his head in the crook of your neck as a shiver ran down his back. He held onto you tightly almost afraid he would float away during his high. Hot amounts of cum filled you up making you feel impossibly fuller. You whined at the feeling, as you wrapped your arms around him lovingly.   

The both of you stayed in the dandelions, holding each other and kissing each other’s skin as if you were the only two people in the world that mattered.   

Just underneath the stars and amongst the dandelions.   

You remembered every interaction with him so vividly. Even as you lay in the field of dandelions once more, staring up at the stars. You hadn’t seen him in over a year. He had left, much with a broken heart from you, but you told him you would be fine. You told him to go be safe and go home. To go live his life with others like him and love every minute of it. Of course, you meant every word, but you also said it to console your aching heart.   

You droned yourself in work and chores and apples, to try and make it a bit easier knowing he was far away. But even as you stared up at the sky right now, you hoped he was staring right back at the same stars you were seeing now.   

“Hey...” You sat up in the dandelion field and turned your head. Standing not too far away from you was a dragon, with red long cascading hair and round ruby eyes. He held a red apple in his large hand and looked down at you softly. “Is this yours?”  

You smiled as tears came to your eyes, hoping this wasn’t just a dream.   

“Probably.”  

-Glitch1d

Thank you all so much for going on this adventure with me! Its been a fun Monstertober Week and I am so happy you all enjoyed it. Tell me in the comment section! It really makes my day and I love to interact with you guys when I can. <3

Also... Happy birthday Kiri!<3

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Lillian Weinberg, I don't see much angst about her or the other astronaut. I see some of Byakuya but the angst potential in the others, so we know she roughly 25 or so. Say she met someone else who when she was a kid childhood lover and before leaving she made a promise to them they get married when she came back from space. But the petrification happen, they wake up during the American arc and is with Chelsea when the Senku group found them and found out about the Villar origin? The one person you wanted to see again is gone, and all you have is her descendants.

Pair this when she loved me from toy story :')

WOW OKAY I DIDN'T REALIZE THIS WAS BREAK RED'S HEART HOUR

Cause here's the thing right. It's not that she's gone. It's not even that she ended up loving another man after swearing to marry you when she got back from space.

It's that after 3700 years, she's still around.

You see it in Kohaku, when you meet her in America. Eventually, you see it in Ruri, and a few other villagers who share bits of her. You hear her voice on the record, and there are so many people who knew who she was that they can talk about her casually.

And it hurts

So badly

But what can you do about it? What's happened has happened, and there was no turning back the clock.

No second chance of loving her again.

That’s basically the same thing

BSD 121.5 MEANTIONED

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To whoever reccomended reading the manga

Fuck you

What the fuck

I

What just happened

I'm going to cry

What did the community do to deserve 121.5

Who hurt the author enough to make him do that

W h y

Ykw

No

They're all still alive

Trust me

No one is dead

Atsushi didn't have to die for akutagawa

No war happened

Amd Bram is still alive

And the ADA is alive too

Amd fyordor died in that helicopter

And everything is fine 👍

(I scream as they drag me away to the mental ward)

Those You’ve Known - Deaf West’s Spring Awakening

Everyone who watched DBZ and the OG dragon ball always wonders where Launch went but maybe she's better off in the wild.

Like, can you imagine if she stuck around even for the namek saga? Bulla would have stuck her ass in the namek ship and she'd end up insisting on sneaking around with gohan and krillin and seeing all kinds of shit like Frieza and his gay minions killing people with lasers, vegeta being mentally ill, the ginyu force, and then to top it off shed see krillin blow up and goku turn into an angry blonde. Bonus points if she dies and comes back from the dead.

I just don't think her and her sub machine gun were ready for all that.

But hey she'd get to meet gohan so that's a plus!

happy birthday again Akutagawa!!

Geometry is literally going to be in my suicide note as the biggest reason I killed myself

Brb screaming into my pillow cuz Chan’s pretty lips drive me crazy 😔💕

@moonjxsung I luv your brain MWAH🥹

hii! could i request a idol!chan and makeup artist!reader smut where she was doing his lip makeup and made a mistake and then she goes to wipe it off but the sexual tension?? also could chan be the dom pls?? thanks in advance!!

Warning: smut below! mdni.

Chan is probably the most obedient client you’ve had to date. He doesn’t move when you’re applying concealer to his nonexistent flaws, he doesn’t twitch when you curl his eyelashes and he often gives his own input on what makeup he likes wearing on stage. He’s partial to darker, more sultry looks, especially keen on smoky eyeshadows and smudged eyeliner. And he sits perfectly still this evening, as you test a new look for his upcoming performance in a few days.

“Does that feel okay?” You inquire, dabbing his under eyes with a silicone blending tool to even out his concealer.

“Yeah,” Chan responds, keeping his gaze on the ceiling above him. “It feels fine.”

“That’s good,” you reply, bringing some of the product down to his cheeks. “This one’s a new blending tool, I know some people aren’t into the ones that aren’t sponges.”

“No, no, this one’s fine, I promise,” he says with a smile.

You smile back at him, finishing the application of his concealer, and then you tuck the tube back away into your makeup bag.

“The only thing left is lipstick,” you voice to him, digging around your bag of lipsticks for a color that will match the dark eye makeup he sports. “Do you have a preference?”

“Hm…” Chan hums, thinking for a moment. “Not really, you’re better at picking the lip stuff. Just not something too dark, I guess.”

You dig around a little more, the clattering sounds of lipsticks filling the silence between you as he waits, and then you select a tube of amaranth lipstick from your collection.

“Let’s try this one,” you say, twisting off the cap and balancing the tube between your fingers, as your other hand brings the tip of it to his lips.

He sits perfectly still, like he always does, as you begin to paint his plump lips with the product and spread it evenly. You can feel Chan’s eyes on you while you work, the blue contacts in his eyes moving with his pupils as your hand paints his lips in slow movements. And then you pull back again, instructing him to press his lips together to distribute the product while you stuff the little tube back in your pocket.

Chan complies, his plump lips pressing together to coat both sides in the sticky lipstick, and then he pulls his lips back again, a generous amount now coating the fake lip piercing he sports in his bottom lip.

“Oops, I should’ve taken the piercing out,” you say with a nervous smile. “Hold on, let me clean it.”

And you pull a tissue out from the box beside you, folding it into a neat square and bringing it to his bottom lip. You can feel his eyes boring into you again, a little more intense now, as you dab at his lip piercing and try to get the sticky residue off the silver metal.

Chan’s breath hitches in his throat a little as you clean him, his mind running rampant with thoughts about giving into the urges that plague his mind when you’re at this proximity to him. He knows you’re just his makeup artist, and you’ve been working with him for a good while now. It would be completely inappropriate to say anything suggestive to you, or to kiss you, or to initiate something more physical in the privacy of his dressing room like this…

“I like your makeup,” Chan says suddenly, his eyes scanning the dark lipstick you flaunt.

“Thanks,” you respond with a soft chuckle. “It’s nothing special today.”

“Well it certainly caught my attention,” he retorts. “I think you look very pretty.”

“Thank you,” you say again, your heartbeat quickening at his words that make you beyond flustered.

“You’re welcome,” Chan replies, still keeping his gaze on yours.

He’s making it painfully obvious that he’s staring at you, his eyes scanning over every tiny movement you make and his lips parting to say something again, before closing once more and pulling into a small smile.

“What?” You ask with a small chuckle, taking notice of the way he keeps trying to say something.

“Nothing,” he replies. “I just…”

You wait for his answer, his voice trailing off as you pull away to look directly into his eyes without your hand hovering over his lips.

“I just kinda want to kiss you right now,” Chan finishes boldly, still staring intensely to gauge your reaction. And your lips pull into a smile, too, as you lean a little closer to him.

“What’s stopping you?” You ask, your eyes darting down to his now glossy lips and back up to his eyes.

“The fear that you don’t feel the same,” he says, leaning forward in his chair to get nearer to you. Your eyes remain locked on each other, urging the other to close the gap between you two and end this months-long game of feigning sexual tension.

“I kinda want to kiss you, too,” you reply nervously, your eyes moving to his lips, where his fake lip piercing shifts a little as he grins.

“Well what’s stopping you?” He queries.

“You’re my client,” you say, your voice sounding shaky as you hesitate to get any closer.

“I won’t tell,” Chan says, just barely grazing his lips over yours now. “We’re all alone right now.”

And you both close the gap finally, pressing your lips against each other and working eager, hungry kisses as you grab desperately at the fabric of his t-shirt. His lips feel exactly like you’d imagined them all this time, plump and luscious against yours, his tongue darting over yours briefly as he hums gently into the kiss and lets his hands snake down to your waist. If you weren’t so focused on kissing him like your life depended on it, you’d probably get nervous and pull away at the fact that he’s the best kisser you’ve ever experienced. The cold metal of his fake piercing grazes your bottom lip, and he smiles into the kiss when he can feel you gasp slightly at the sensation.

“Can we take this to the couch?” Chan asks between kisses as you fist desperately at his t-shirt.

You nod eagerly at his question, moving with him as he gets up from his chair and guides you back to the black leather couch in the middle of his dressing room. For a moment, you feel dizzy with anticipation, confused at how you’ve gotten here after dreaming of it for so long. You know you shouldn’t be thinking about your clients like this, but Chan feels different, his sweet actions coupled with his undeniably attractive looks making it hard to stop thinking about him this way. You’ve thought of him so many times like this, and when you’re finally lying back on the cold leather of the sofa, you have to double check the door across you is locked so that you won’t get caught here like this, engaging in something so forbidden.

“It’s locked, Chan says, as he steadies himself over you with one hand on the couch and another grazing your waist. “And everyone’s gone home for the night. It’s just us, I promise.”

You nod reluctantly, your eyes fixated on his toned frame that towers over you on the couch and makes you feel so small.

“Do you trust me?” Chan asks, his lips grazing over yours again.”

“Yeah,” you respond with a nervous smile after a brief silent pause. “I do.”

“Then just relax,” he finishes, leaning in to kiss you again. “I promise I’ll make you feel good, yeah? Nobody’s getting fired.”

And his words instill a sense of comfort in you, as he finally resumes his eager kisses against yours and snakes two hands up your shirt. His big palms sprawl out over the flesh of your stomach, caressing with gentle movements that mirror his personality. You arch desperately into his touch, hands wrapping around his neck to pull him closer and guide his lips down your neck. It almost tickles, the way his plump lips feather kisses down your flesh, and you can’t help but let out little moans of pleasure at the sensation, your underwear already pooling with wetness as he works you.

Chan is well-paced with his actions, but when he pulls away to undress, you feel a pit form in your stomach at the sight. His toned six-pack is so much more defined at this proximity, every concave of his flesh and muscle-toned line etched so perfectly into the broad chest he sports. His toned stomach forms a perfect v just above just crotch, where his boxers still remain, and you’re too nervous to even glance at the tent pitched underneath.

“Staring?” Chan inquires with a knowing smirk, as he guides his hands up your shirt and pulls it over your head.

“No,” you reply quickly. “Nothing I haven’t already seen.”

“Is that right?” He says in a cocky tone. “I think I have an idea of something you haven’t seen before, hm?”

As he speaks, he reaches one hand around your back to unclasp your black bra, your nipples hardening as the cool air grazes your bare flesh now completely exposed to him. Chan wastes no time peppering them in kisses, leaving a trail of needy drool over your nipples and sucking small bruises on the mound of your skin.

“Are you okay with this?” He asks, true to the respectful attributes he’s always shown in front of you.

“Yes,” you’re quick to say, staring down at him as he continues to work kisses around your breasts. “More than okay, actually.”

“Good,” Chan responds, sitting up to tug down his boxers finally. “I’m just really fucking turned on seeing you like this.”

And then his boxers are pooled at his thighs, exposing his hard-on for you as he brings a hand to wrap around the base of his cock. He’s much bigger than the guys you’ve been with, a thick, veiny girth blushed red with his arousal for you. You swallow nervously as he pumps himself lightly just two times, cocking his head at your still-clothed core with a small smirk.

“Your turn.”

Although you’re undeniably nervous to bare yourself in front of him like this, you comply, tugging your jeans and your panties down over your thighs and discarding them on the floor. Chan’s eyes are hooded with lust almost instantly when you do, a serious expression overtaking his face as he leans in to kiss you again.

“Fuck, baby,” he says between breathless kisses against your lips.

“I would’ve done this a whole lot sooner if I knew it’d look like this.”

And you smile against him, tangling your hands in his hair as he works your flesh with little nibbles. When his hands come around to caress your inner thighs, he frees his erection from his grasp, and it slowly hangs to graze your flesh with every movement of his. It even feels massive just resting against you, and you can feel your soaked cunt contracting around nothing, eager to feel him inside you.

“Chan,” you whimper, as his hands massage gentle back and forth motions over your thighs.

“Yes, baby,” he asks, pressing a series of chaste kisses to your lips.

“I’m already wet. Could you put it in?”

And he lets out a chuckle against you, his lips pulling into a smirk as he lets the tip of cock drag lazily against your entrance.

“Yeah? I’ve barely touched you and you’re already begging me to fuck you?”

“Mhm,” you voice back, parting your legs for him. “Just want to feel it inside me already.”

“Whatever you want,” he replies, wrapping his hand around his cock once more and pumping lightly as he taps your entrance. Your clit pulsates in anticipation as he guides in just the tip, already stretching you out a generous amount and causing you to moan from beneath him.

“You’re so tight,” Chan breathes down at you, squeezing his eyes shut as you struggle to take him. “So tight but so wet. You drive me crazy.”

And then he pulls back to shove in the rest, ramming into you with more force and bringing his lips to yours once he’s buried to the hilt in order to pacify your moans. You feel so full of him, completely penetrated by his thick girth and his pulsating flesh, and he keeps his mouth against yours as he speaks in a low voice.

“You can take it, baby. Fuck, your little pussy is clenching around me. I know it’s big, you’re doing so well for me. Keep taking it and I’ll fuck you like you asked so politely.”

And you nod eagerly, your eyes pricking with tears as he begins to move in and out of you, his cock reaching your cervix with no issue as he finds a steady rhythm and fucks you like he’s going to breed you. In contrast to his harsh movements, he’s gentle with his kisses, making sure to kiss you when you let out a particularly harsh moan or whimper, smiling down at you as he takes in the sight of you taking him so wholly and obediently.

As he moves a little faster now, he takes note of the way your makeup is ruined on your pretty face, your lips smeared with the lip gloss you applied to him earlier, along with your own lipstick that’s now migrated to your cheeks and below your chin. Your mascara is pooled around your eyes from squeezing them in pleasure, and your eyeliner is smudged around your eyelids, giving you a completely fucked-out and messy appearance. And Chan loves every inch of it, finding himself more turned on at the sight of you all disheveled like this because of him.

“Your pretty makeup’s all ruined,” Chan says tenderly, as he continues to rut into you with force.

As he thrusts into you, he brings a single hand up to your face, pinching the little tub of lipstick you applied on him earlier between his fingers and uncapping it with his thumb. He must have retrieved it from your jeans where you’d originally tucked it away after using it on him.

“Open,” Chan orders plainly, and you obey as he pauses briefly, patting your lips a little and letting Chan bring the tube of color to your lips.

His slender fingers navigate the tube around your lips in gentle movements, filling in the spots now void of color and painting your lips a dark shade of pink once again. And then he pulls back, capping the tube once more and discarding it beside you.

“Look at you,” Chan says with a smirk, as he resumes his harsh movements and begins to fuck you again.

And instantly you’re letting out a string of moans and cuss words, your mouth agape as he buries his cock inside of you and lets it pulse at your cervix. You’re so full, so satisfied, and you’re desperate to hold on to something, to press your lips against his and steady yourself as he works you. And then like he can read your mind, he brings his lips to yours again, indulging you in a drooly, open-mouthed kiss. You realize this was all part of his elaborate plan to make a mess between the two of you, as the lipstick is promptly transferred to his own plump lips and imprinted on his flesh to mark the forbidden deed like a scarlet letter. But he looks even more erotic like this, covered in your smeared lipstick and letting you trail your kisses all over his neck and his jawline as he continues to rail you.

“Fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Chan interrupts your thoughts, and his lips trail down to take one of your breasts in his mouth, covering the mound in lipstick and mirroring the sloppy looks on your faces.

“Gonna fill you up with my load, yeah?” Chan says as more of a statement than a question. “Be good and take it for me.”

And he’s fucking you much harder now, loud moans and gasps filling the room at every thrust while you pray he’s right about the company being empty for the night. You're torn between wanting his load deep inside you, and being preoccupied with the prospect that you could very well lose your job for this. But it doesn’t matter just a few thrusts more, because Chan’s cock is twitching inside of you as his eyes squeeze shut in pleasure. He lets his lipstick-stained mouth graze over yours as he finally cums inside of you, the warm feeling completely filling you up as he slows his pace and gauges your reaction.

“I’m still a little hard,” Chan says with a soft chuckle. “Gonna keep fucking you until you finish.”

His words make you dizzy with pleasure, so aroused at this confession that he’s willing to overstimulate himself until you’ve found your release. He increases his pace just a tad, until you’re nearing your release, too.

“I’m gonna cum,” you say breathlessly, as he brings you in for a much gentler kiss.

“Yeah, cum for me,” Chan responds. “I’m not pulling out until you do.”

And with just a few more thrusts, you finally reach your release, too, dribbling your own juices down the length of his shaft and feeling him begin to soften inside of you. When you’re trembling beneath him, he finally pulls out, sitting up on the couch to allow you to catch your breath for a moment.

You sit up, too, breathless and sighing in pleasure as you pull your clothes back on and try to come to terms with what just happened. As you do, you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, quickly startled by your disheveled appearance and scrambling to wipe your mouth clean of the lipstick.

“Hey,” Chan says, leaning in to wipe your mouth with the tip of his thumb. “Like I said, no one’s gonna know, yeah? It’s just us. It’s just me.”

And you smile at him as he pulls on his boxers, too, lipstick also smeared along his face and a flushed look to his skin. He seems relaxed, even content that it happened, and you can’t help but mirror his calm demeanor as he brings you in for a tender embrace.

“We didn’t even decide on a final makeup look,” you say to him suddenly, realizing this whole thing was supposed to be to finalize his look for this week’s stage.

He chuckles lightly, still unfazed by the event and shrugging in response.

“I guess we’ll have to stay after hours again tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” you reply, meeting his knowing gaze. “Tomorrow again.”

“Tomorrow again,” he repeats.

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Just sent the lyrics of Renai Circulation to my crush omg help me help me, this is why I don’t do crushes, I don’t do relationships, I don’t do love im so fucking cringy and weird please send help Im going to start crying

Nerevar and Dagoth

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Do y'all ever cry cuz Kaidan is so pretty.

I just sobbed to pretty fanart of Kaidan. He is so beautiful. How can a man be so pretty. I love him sm. I just wanna hug him. I have never wanted to hug a man so badly.

school tomorrow fellas 😔

i cant let them go yet apparently