#and Dick and how fearlessly himself he is. even when others try to change him.

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Did you guys know that,,, I love my f/os,,,,,

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GN!MC forcing conquering the demons into Pacts

Quick tags for those some people who reblogged my other post pt 1, I know I have a lot more but these are the only ones with comments on the post. @chalcedear @undertaker-02 @the-mexican-writer @mammonkinnie

Lucifer

You had spent countless hours against Lucifer, trying to fight him and force him into a pact. No matter what you did, it seemed like you failed.

It took you a long time to realize, but you had to train to beat Lucifer. And that you did. You knew how terrifying his power was as all the demons told you, so for a week straight you intensely trained until you were ready.

Lucifer was already on edge noticing you didn’t try anything, but he knew you wouldn’t give up, which was when you decided to strike.

He easily dodged your initial flying kick when he entered the room, but you grabbed onto the door and swung back around, kicking the tip of his head before he backed off.

He was now ready to dodge, believing that tour strategy was only to catch him off guard, but he was wrong.

When you landed, you dug your foot into the ground and threw yourself at him, but as he moved to the right, you used the shelf behind him to catch yourself and kick off it and nailed a kick straight to his head.

It was now or never as you began throwing heavy punches, trying to get him into a chokehold while he was prying you off, struggling a little as you bit onto his fingers or wings. You even bit onto his horn to stabilize yourself and kept punching.

By the end of it, you had quite a few bruises from his harsh grip, but he had a black eye and his feathers were all over the floor, you’ve won.

He probably could of killed you, but he didn’t want that, so he accepted his loss, glaring at you when you dug your heel into his stomach as Satan clapped and Belphie got out a trophy to hand you.

His pact was now your’s and you were going to flaunt it. He’s alright with the fact it was you who forced him into a pact, but it majorly hurt his ego that you were superior to him.

Mammon

You had recently arrived in the devildom half an hour ago and did not feel welcomed, in the slightest.

You tried to be nice to your guide, but he brushed you off and left you with Levi, or he intended to.

Levi gasped as he watched you tackle Mammon who tried to run off, and elbow him in the jaw. When he fell to the ground you kicked the life out of him muttering out “I tried to be nice to you fucker, if one of us is killed today it’s you.”

Levi was obviously bewildered, but took the chance to tell you to make a pact with him, his biggest mistake in his lifetime, all the poor demons in the future.

Mammon was crying a little as you forced him into a pact, and pulled him up with one hand, making him face Levi himself.

Mammon is 100% nicer to you because you’re scarier than Lucifer, and also because you genuinely treat him with respect now that he’s nice to you, something he’s not used to. Super happy to be the first ever demon you’ve conquered.

Leviathan

You had decided to do things the non violent way and participate in the TSL quiz, until Levi turned into his demon form and tried to kill you.

Taking up his challenge, you fearlessly walked towards him as Mammon was trying to tell you no, and you caught his punch.

It pushed you back a little bit, but you caught it and twisted his arm, and proceeded to beat him up in a one sided battle.

It’s not that he was weak, or others were helping you, but you genuinely managed to fight back and beat him so hard that it looked like his entire left arm was broken.

Lucifer was kinda pissed you broke his brother ngl;; but Diavolo is like it’s self defense?? And Lucifer is just like what human fights a demon across the room in self defense.

When Levi is begging for mercy he is reminded of what happened to Mammon and the rumors, accepting defeat, you make a pact mark with him, he’s kinda pissed though, like highkey.

He thinks that you probably think of him as a trophy or something to collect, based off the rumors. You probably don’t want to have a pact mark with an otaku, you just want to show off your strength.

He soon changes his attitude towards you when you show interest in him. You’re just genuinely a nice person and a caring older sibling figure, but will fight for the sake of peace and safety.

Now he’s just jealous that you spend more time with Luke than anyone else.

Satan

He offered you a pact mark easily because he wanted to piss off Lucifer, especially when you tried to give him a black eye from the pillow fight.

Very angry and disappointed when you said no, but then surprised when you said you’d beat the shit out of him instead, fair and square.

He knew you fought well, but are you sure you want to fight the embodiment of wrath himself? And you’re just like yep, the small tiny you, so confident.

He didn’t take it too seriously despite seeing the actual proof multiple times, and he watched you used his messy room to your advantage, even using the bookshelves to help you get air.

His ass was easily kicked even when he was serious. “You know, after facing both Levi and Beel, you aren’t much of a challenge.” You casually said as you formed a pact mark with him.

Slightly irked by the comment but delighted to be apart of your fan club, probably yells “BEAT THEIR ASS!” On the sidelines.

Pisses Lucifer off whenever you two fight and Lucifer gets an injury from you, and asks if Lucifer ever wants ice, just to be a dick.

Diavolo and Satan are in the fan club which PISSES Lucifer off when the two are in front of him discussing how you will one day (undoubtedly) beat Diavolo.

Asmodeous

You made a pact with Asmo after accidentally beating him up, he was begging for mercy and you kind of felt bad.

You insisted it wasn’t on purpose and he kind of avoids you for awhile after the pact mark. He’s glad Solomon isn’t like you, otherwise the devildom would cease to exist.

He’s eventually fine with you, and loves to take photos of you and Luke together acting like siblings because it’s the cutest thing. Although demons are scared of you they do kinda admire you, and seeing you soft with Luke is good for his devilgram.

Soon treats you like a friend instead of a monster that just so happened to kick his ass and make him beg.

You’re so tiny that it’s kinda cute and he nearly forgets someone like you is violent and scary so when he took you shopping and someone shoplifted, he was concerned for your nails after you disfigured them.

Will 10/10 treat your tense muscles and let you soak in his tub.

Beelzebub

He’s seen you fight before but damn he couldn’t believe it. You’re just so smol?? Couldn’t he crush you?

Lesson learned as he was knocked out after he broke your room. You didn’t want to hurt Besl since he was always courteous with you, so you knocked him out quickly.

He doesn’t remember more than you launching at him and the feel of his wings being tugged and his neck suddenly throbbing.

Mammon who watched beg for Beel’s life on his knees, asking you to spare him. You just nodded and waited for Beel to wake up before making a pact.

When he makes one, you give him some custard you asked Mammon to go out and buy really quick, you said please, and Beel is just so happy!!

He tried to kill you and he feels so bad but you’re just so kind!! Wants to protect you so bad but knows you’re just so badass so he instead helps you care for Luke.

Belphegor

You’d definitely be lying if you said you didn’t see it coming. His brothers had already tried to kill you, he was locked in an attic, and not to mention he gave you a weird vibe, you would of left him alone if you weren’t a nice person.

He tells you thank you for freedom and transforms, ready to kill you. No one got in his way and instead said “good luck Belphie” or “Nice knowing you” so he thought they wanted you dead.

Then he hears Beel say “I don’t want you to die, Belphie” and he is so confused? As he aimed his attack and you just end up punching him square in the face.

Afterwards, you kicked him in the stomach and grabbed his tail, swinging him into a wall, and knocking him over and over and over.

He is out cold, so when he wakes up and sees everyone congratulating him on surviving, he puts two and two together.

You were sitting on top of him and demanding a pact mark, and he unwillingly gives it to you after you nearly rip out his horn.

Pissed off and scared of you, slightly, but more impressed by the fact that even Lucifer struggles with you. When he finds out about the sheer amount of pact marks you have he’s starting to wonder when humans got so strong? And it became an endless spiral of him being pissed off.

Don’t worry though!! He eventually gets used to you.

Diavolo

Super happy it was finally his turn!! Like you did it, congrats, wants it you’d like some tea and what kind of attire to wear for his asskicking.

Is absolutely not looking down on you, he genuinely believes you’re strong. Because of that, he’s just so excited to face you. You beat both Lucifer and Barbatos, the majority of RAD, and you’re such a cool person!!

When you approach him you looked so badass. “Aye, prince of kiss my ass, I’m here to claim you once and for all and become the new ruler of this place.” You yelled out as you kicked down the door to his office.

The first time you two fought, he won. You had a lot of bruises, but managed to rip out some of his hair, at least. He finds it admirable how you still kept going despite him clearly hearing a rib break.

SUPER excited to tell Satan about it!! Hopes Barbatos recorded the fight so he could broadcast it at RAD during an announcement or something, but Barbatos rejected that idea.

Poor Diavolo only wanted to be included in this ass beating trend, but super happy when you return three days later and try to beat him up again, you even changed up the way you fight!!

You won’t ever know this, but one day he purposely changed his office’s layout to benefit your fighting style more, so when you finally beat him he was so ecstatic, his lips were bleeding but he was laughing, congratulating you and couldn’t wait to give you a pact.

Oh boy was he SO happy when you flaunted it, and sat in his desk chair with a hand on your chin, giving an order to Barbatos who recorded it, acting as if you really were the ruler of the devildom.

“Could you get some bandages for your former ruler, please?” You asked, feeling accomplished that Luke was officially safe during his stay in the devildom, and Diavolo was just swooning.

The public is 10/10 avoiding you because they are SCARED for their life. The people are convinced you’re like a nuclear weapon against demons.

Barbatos

He knew one day you’d defeat Lucifer, but it was so quick. You only needed a week of prep time?

Steps up his game a bit, because after two weeks of training you approach him ready to fight, and he can sense you’re not the same.

As he uses his tail to put you out of the room, he automatically feels your sharp teeth digging into his tail. He can withstand it no problem, until you literally rip a bit of his tail chunk out.

You didn’t let go even as he flung you off his tail, and you even dug your nails in. He showed no expression, but it was genuinely painful as you climbed his tail onto him, his tail no longer as useful because he was very sure you would rip through it.

His fighting against you one on one went well for him, he could see and easily predict your moves easily, until you head butted him and began every trick in the book.

From kicking, punching, biting, scratching, you name it, you did it. He was finally at your mercy when you were cover in both your own and his blood, while he was sure his tail was missing some pieces, and you were absolutely not letting go.

He’s 100% convinced you’ve gone feral in a span of three weeks, but that’s okay. The only thing stopping you from fighting the prince was now defeated, and he apologised to Diavolo frequently, who was only super excited in return.

Don’t worry you apologised for his tail and helped him with his job for awhile, totally not to also study Diavolo in his natural habitat.

First time you’ve ever seen him smile so soft was when he got his ass kicked so hard by you that his tail went chomp chomp.

Luke

Surprised pikachu face.

He understands you beating up Mammon,, and maybe some lesser demons,, but did you REALLY defeat Lucifer, Barbatos, and Diavolo.

Surprised pikachu face as you shrug and say “yeah I guess. I’m the ruler now, do you feel safe yet?”

Lucifer yells out you’re not the ruler just because you formed a pact with Diavolo, but you ignored him and smile at Luke, patting his head.

Luke is just nodding like “I’m safe!!!” While in his head he’s like WOW whaT PLEASE EXPLAIN.

Luke constantly calls you his older sibling now, tells daddy Simeon ALL about it, and brags about you to the demons who even look at him.

Praise this precious baby as he makes you all the sweets in the world. You’ve literally defeated demons of all sorts, even the most powerful, and all you want is to see him smile.

Will probably cry.

[makeste]

I’ve just realised it’s been over a year since you last listed your top 10 characters! Has anything changed since then?

a lot has changed! actually, every single ranking has changed from last time except for one (which you can probably guess, lol).

1. Bakugou (previous rank: 1)

yes, believe it or not, Bakugou is still my favorite. I’ll understand if you all need a moment to recuperate from the shock of this.

2. Deku (previous rank: 4)

hi, so. I really love Deku a lot. I think he is a great character and there’s a lot of subtlety and complexity to him that he doesn’t always get credit for. he is loving and kind, but he’s not a pushover. he has moments of deer-in-headlights anxiety when he’s in the spotlight or talking to celebrities (or girls), but then he’ll go and launch into a five-hour speech if someone mentions a topic he’s interested in. he’s very much aware of the huge burden that’s been placed on his shoulders, and is struggling to figure out how to become his own person (which is fucking hard, you guys; how many sixteen-year-olds do you know who have a solid, firm idea of who they are as a person and what it is about themselves that makes them unique individuals?) while still living up to All Might’s legacy. he’s smart and determined and capable of extraordinary things, but second-guesses himself and has a tendency to overthink everything he does. he is interesting!! and he doesn’t always get credit for being interesting! but he is! anyways Deku ilu.

3. Aizawa (previous rank: 2)

still the best. still so tired. the manga is tripling down lately on highlighting how awesome he is. childhood angst and guilt and trauma?? yes. kicking lots of ass?? hell yes. being outrageously sexy with his floating wavy hair and glowy red eyes and spending almost this entire arc in Eraser Mode while Horikoshi hopes to god no one remembers how he made it a Whole Thing after USJ that Aizawa supposedly couldn’t hold his quirk for long periods like that anymore?? oh, you bet. who is even gonna complain about it. you?? I sure am not. and last but not least, being the greatest dad in the world who’s willing to stab god in the face in order to stay alive to protect his children and continue to watch them grow?? fam. you goddamn know that is a YES WITH CAPITAL LETTERS. how can one character honestly be so great. how can he even contain it. he’s so powerful.

4. Todoroki (previous rank: 5/6)

Ochako slid all the way off my top ten list and I feel so bad about it. but she hasn’t had the spotlight for a long time, and meanwhile Shouto has had what feels like ARC AFTER ARC of being awesome and doing awesome things like becoming Bakugou’s Undisputed Best Friend, having the longest and purest canon romantic relationship in the series (I am of course talking about him/soba), and playing a key role in one of the most beautifully executed family arcs I have ever seen, with his conflicted feelings about his father that are so layered that THEIR LAYERS HAVE LAYERS. and meanwhile his quirk kicks as much ass as ever. remember that one time Shouto almost burned Tetsutetsu alive. remember that other time he fucking annihilated Ending (“GIVE ME BACK MY BROTHER”)?! and meanwhile he remains the goodest and purest child in the entire series, making sure Mt. Lady’s heart is okay, and offering his two friends internships without a second’s hesitation because THAT’S WHAT FRIENDS DO. it’s just what they do you guys.

5. Hawks (previous rank: n/a! welcome to the top ten kiddo.)

OH NO I LOVE A MURDERER WHAT A STUNNING INDICTMENT OF ME. send me off to jail. anyway so I have always liked Hawks, but the latest arc has sent him skyrocketing up through the ranks of my heart. not because of the murder thing, but... okay well but actually, it is because of the murder thing though. NOT BECAUSE I’M HAPPY HE KILLED A GUY WE ALL LOVED, jesus, but because of how well Horikoshi portrayed his struggle over it. he didn’t want to do it!! but he ended up having to in the end, and he paid one hell of a heavy price for it. and listen, but if you give me a character who is smart, who is compassionate, and who is one of the most mentally and physically capable characters we’ve seen in the series and yet simultaneously does not have even the slightest ounce of regard or self-preservation for his own mental health? a character who is tired, who is willing to make sacrifices up to and including the ultimate sacrifice for what he believes is the greater good? a character who is achingly alone and isolated in so much of what he has to go through, who doesn’t dare drop his guard ever, who’s not able or willing to share his burdens with anyone else? if you give me a character like that, and then ask me not to love him, it’s like. I am very sorry but I truly have no say in it at this point. he’s adopted. I’m sorry it’s the law.

6. Tomura (previous rank: n/a)

OH NO I LOVE TWO MURDERERS WHAT EVEN IS WRONG WITH ME. hahaha. so in between the time of now and when I last did a character ranking, Tomura had a flashback! and it was very traumatic! he was little and sweet and his dad was a dick and there was a lot of blood and gore and a dog died!! and then AFO was all “HELLO IT’S ME COME TO SWOOP IN AND ADOPT YOU AND ENCOURAGE YOU TO KILL STUFF AND ALSO HERE ARE YOUR DEAD FAMILY’S SEVERED BODY PARTS TO ADORN YOURSELF WITH SO YOU NEVER STOP FEELING MISERABLE.” and everyone sitting there reading was all, “well I’ll just come out and say it, I can sort of understand why he became a murderer now,” and we all agreed that yes, it did indeed make a great deal of sense, when you put it that way. anyway, so obviously you can’t not feel empathy toward the kid after all that, even if he is going around killing A WHOLE LOT MORE people now, and has basically gone batshit insane actually. I remain steadfast in my conviction that Tomura is not the actual final villain -- AFO is. and call me crazy, but in spite of everything, I still think this kid has a shot at redemption. it won’t be pretty, and it’ll be a long, long path, and he might not ever fully make it all the way, but he’s someone who’s been manipulated and used as a puppet his entire life, and I want him to have the chance to finally break free from that. hopefully he’ll get it.

7. Mirko (previous rank: n/a)

so previously this section just said “MIRKO!!!!!”, which I honestly think sums it up pretty well. I honestly can’t think of any other character who has come along and just slapped me straight across the face with their sheer awesomeness as much as her, though. every time she’s onscreen/on the page my face is just a huge grin the entire time. she is fearless. like, she’s the type of person who actually does laugh in the face of danger -- like that’s not just an expression, she will LITERALLY LAUGH. she is Peter Pan with a dagger to his throat, smiling and saying “to die would be an awfully big adventure.” she is someone who’s found her purpose in life and is thriving. Mirko has no time for your existential angst; she’s too busy kicking ass every minute of every hour of every day. I love her so, so much. thank you so much Horikoshi for being obsessed with her and making her the biggest badass in the whole series.

8. All Might (previous rank: 3)

I still adore him! he just has had next to nothing to do for what seems like forever, so the other characters who are still getting steady development are kind of just sneaking past him one by one. but he is still the absolute best. he cares so much. so, so, so, so much. he’s not always the most natural when it comes to being a teacher or a mentor, and he stumbles and makes mistakes, but he loves his kids. he cares about them so fiercely. and that’s far and away the most important thing, and it’s not even close. and he’s also just so endlessly self-sacrificing and constantly putting everyone else before himself, and it’s insane. he’s someone who is just constantly thinking, “how can I do more, how can I help more, what else can I do to try and make the world better” even as he stumbles along with half a lung, and struggles with his feelings of inadequacy and helplessness and feeling like it’s just still not enough. I want to give All Might the biggest hug in the world and tell him that it’s all right, that he did good, that the kids are going to be all right. when Aizawa told him “you being alive is enough” I almost had a breakdown tbh. anyway if I keep going I’m gonna talk myself into moving him back up the list and then I’ll have to rearrange this whole thing lol so suffice it to say, fuck yeah All Might.

9. Momo (previous rank: 7)

when is Momo gonna do more stuff, Horikoshi?? huh??! he does realize that whenever she does stuff it’s always amazing?? so why is she not just constantly doing amazing, awesome stuff all the time?? I don’t know, and frankly I’ve had just about enough of this. let Momo do stuff 2020. but I won’t talk about this anymore for now because I haven’t ready any chapter 278 spoilers and I’m keeping my fingers crossed.

(ETA: I HAVE READ CHAPTER 278 NOW AND ALL I CAN SAY IS YESSSSS!!! MOMO!!!! also I swear to god I genuinely had not seen any spoilers when I was writing this post lol, it was a total coincidence. I’m glad the “let Momo do stuff 2020″ campaign was so immediately successful though.)

10. Kaminari (previous rank: 8)

last but not least, my five-and-a-half-year-old traitor son, Kaminari Denki. he is just such a shining beam of light and life and goodness and chaos. there is this amazingly buoyant energy whenever he’s on the page that just fills me with love for him. I constantly just want to ruffle his hair, just, all the damn time. he is everybody’s friend, he loves them all so much, and he fearlessly calls Bakugou “Kacchan” heedless of the repercussions (OF WHICH THERE WERE NONE!!), and he sincerely tells Jirou that he’s in awe of her musical talents, and he wrecked his fingers learning to play guitar for her but he was happy to do it, and he was afraid to fight in the big ALL THE VILLAINS VS ALL THE HEROES battle because DUH!?! but he still did it anyway because he had to protect his friends. and his quirk and its side effects are constantly used for comic relief and not taken seriously at all (even though it’s actually insanely powerful holy shit), but he doesn’t care because he’s happy to make his friends happy. he’ll willingly be the butt of the joke if it means he gets to see them laugh. he just has such a big heart, and in all seriousness, if you think he’s the traitor I just don’t even know what to say to you.

so that’s it! Tokoyami, Ochako, Shinsou, Iida, and Sero would probably be the next five, with Endeavor, Toga, Mina, Jirou, and Mirio rounding out the top twenty. maybe not in that exact order but it’s close enough. really there are only like three characters in the series I actually truly dislike, so I’m honestly glad “top ten” is the general standard otherwise I’d be here all night running through them all lol.

[hopeandharmonizing]

Day - Valentine’s, Night - Off

Briar + Qrow Branwen ( @dustyqrowofmisfortune )

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Briar squints confused golden eyes, leaning in and staring up, hands on her hips, “Qrow, I KNOW you are not trying to confess something serious to me in the middle of the street in the middle of the afternoon on Valentine's Day.”

He leans back for a moment when she gets in his space, then puts his hands in his pockets and recoils a bit, “Fine, you're right. It's fucking dumb anyway.”

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“It's a day for spreading L O V E! I don't care what kind! Where is everyone?” Time to get this city in the mood. Briar kicks open Harmonzier and sets up right in the street.

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Qrow takes up a seat on a wall nearby. “You're having way too much fun with this Big Bad,” he laughs.

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“If I want other people to have fun, I have to be twice the example!”

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“Does it always have to be overboard or nothing with you?”

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“What other way is there to live, baby?”

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He hops down off the wall and strides over to her, “You're gonna burn out if you're not careful...” was that genuine concern in his voice?

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“Awww, Qrow, you care? I'm touched. Don't worry,” she boops his nose. “I hit the beat hard but I know it means nothing without rest notes. All in good time, hmm?”

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“So what if I do?” He shrugs and wiggles his nose from the boop.

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“So what? Mmm... nope! Not my job to do that soul searching for you. Figure it out, then let me know.”

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A frustration fueled sigh... since he was actually trying to tell her he did, “Jeez Briar... I'm trying to tell ya I do...”

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She cants her head, “I know. I just sai... ohhhhh you want me to say I care in return, huh? Has that not been clear?” Her tail droops.

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He shakes his head, “No, I know... that wasn't what I was getting at.” A hand runs through his hair.

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She squints confused golden eyes, leaning in and staring up, hands on her hips, “Qrow, I KNOW you are not trying to confess something more serious to me in the middle of the street in the middle of the afternoon on Valentine's Day.”

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He leans back for a moment when she gets in his space, then puts his hands in his pockets and recoils a bit, “Fine, you're right. It's fucking dumb anyway.”

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Her eyes open, then even wider, not put off at all by his dourness, only taking it as confirmation, “Oh my gods you are, aren't you?”

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“Look, I'm no good at this shit okay? But why do you think I let ya hang around with my cursed ass all this time? Damn it Briar...” he sighs.

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She takes a deep breath and tries to keep her tail from fluffing “No good? Let me? Cursed?? Brothers there is so much to unpack here. Who are you and what have you done with Qrow Branwen, and...” 

Her face suddenly changes, lights up, “Are you free tomorrow? You know, when it's not one of my biggest love-spreading, harmony-promoting, money-making days??”

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He reaches for his flask. She's right. This isn't him but... “Forget it... you know where to find me, you always do.”

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And just as quickly the light dies, “No date, then? Not even staying for the show?” her eyes find and linger on the flask, not upset just... sad, “It seems we both have our own priorities, then. Yeah, I'll be around." 

Still no closer than the periphery, apparently.

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And yet again his self depreciating personality makes a shit show of things. Seeing the look though, he puts the flask away "That's not what I meant and you know it. And I didn't say anything about leaving did I?" why did this have to be so damn hard? "Unless ya want me to..."

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“No! No I don't know it! Quit being so obtuse! It doesn't have to be hard!” Briar doesn't know Qrow’s thoughts, but hard is exactly what he's making it. 

“Say what you mean and do whatever what you want. I've told you before I don't deal in half-hearted. Overboard or nothing, you said it yourself!” 

Why does he always make her so angry when all she wants to do is care?

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Anger rises in red eyes, not at her, but because she's right. She passes him off just as much as he does her... she pushes him. 

"I can't be anything but me Briar," a huff, fists clench, "I'm not being half-hearted, I just don't know how to deal with this shit... with people being close to me. You say do what I want... fine." 

Fists unfold and he grabs her and just kisses her... messy but real

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She should have known, should have smelled the shift, but didn't over the sense of her beating heart. Now here she is, Briar Rieka - superficially tangled all the way around the city with no one but herself at her center, yet being kissed by a world renowned huntsman in the middle of the street in the middle of the afternoon on Valentine's day. 

The day when she's supposed to spread love to the masses and go home alone, just like always, and so when she said overboard or nothing she expected nothing, and so squeaks and whimpers since Qrow left no more room for words.

Her tail shoots straight, and her eyes shoot open, until he keeps going, sloppily satisfying, and she relaxes, then throws herself into it - helplessly, recklessly, wholly; the bitter indulgence of whiskey and honesty on lips finer than any artificial sweetness from chocolate covered strawberries.

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Expectations... people should know better than to have them around him, especially her.  For a moment he had toyed with the nothing option but he couldn't,  no wouldn't,  walk away again.  

Qrow Branwen, Mr. Drunk Loser Hall of Fame inductee, Mr. Always Works Alone... didn't want that anymore. She GOT him, didn't give an inch but still gave him space. She could withstand his shitstorms... both inside and out. 

He could feel her surprise... feel her melt into it. In the middle of the afternoon, on some random street, on this dopes holiday... it was exactly the right time for this. It was HIM time to do this. 

Freaked as he was, he could taste her sweet, wild freedom and it was infectious... and also breathtaking. So much so, when he finally comes out of that blissful fog, his breathing quick, face bright red as his eyes as they focus on her...  "Briar... I..."

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He grows, and she can feel it. 

Feel it in the way he kisses her like she's never been kissed before.  Rough lips with gentle affection, deeper and yet softer than those who would slam her against a nightclub wall or dive into any old warm body in lust and desperation. It is expression, feeling, he is finally allowing himself to feel, enough to flush his face with heat that spills over for hers to match, and it is delicious to her whole body. 

 He has done it - managed to leave the speeding, howling she-wolf stalled out and speechless, nothing but the perpetual song in her heart to sound out as a hazy hum while she leans into his shoulder and gazes up with starry eyes, waiting to find out if there is more to that thought, "Hmmm?"

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Qrow feels like he's back at Beacon with the stupid school boy crush, but that's how he knows... knows this is persistent, real. He holds her there in the middle of the street not caring that the location sucks. 

It's so them. 

"That..." it's rare but the huntsman is oddly speechless. He thinks he should apologize for being a dick all this time but now doesn't feel right... He decides to just hold her tight. "So... still interested in that date?"

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Briar has done far worse in public, and if V-day isn't a time for PDA then when is?

She nuzzles in so deep she almost forgets about Harmonizer, and certainly forgets about everything that never needed an apology. Qrow can only be himself, as he said, and she has never held that against him, only held her own against anything that pushed too hard on her own standards. 

Besides, it's not like she isn't, well, literally a bitch to deal with too. He wraps his arms fearlessly around her thorns, somehow ensnaring her instead. Well, if he can put the flask away then she can let a little go too... 

"Yeah." she says dreamily, "Suddenly I feel too old to be working every holiday. ...Think I'll take that rest beat and save going hard for something else~"

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He can't help the smirk and light snicker that goes with her words. If she expected that little allusion to go unnoticed she was sorely mistaken. Not that the thought didn't have his face warming just a bit though. It's actually a little odd seeing her this way... dreamy and soft maybe? It makes him uncomfortable but in the best way. It was only because he was more used to her more no bullshit, tough love-esque typical demeanor. 

That's all it was... yeah. 

"Shut it Big Bad, you're not old, but yeah... take the night off. Just... just you and and me, you pick where. And..." breaking away for a moment, reaching into his shirt, he pulls the flask out and hands it to her, "You keep track of this so I'm not tempted to make an ass of myself when I inevitable manage to fuck something up tonight."

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Both, always both. Qrow, willing enough to concede some sticking points of Briar's briars may see the sweeping sweetness of the softest tail in Remnant.

...But even a kiss like that still isn't enough to make him drop the nickname. (...Is he still afraid?) Her eyes drop to the ground as she processes and ponders, and thinks about her answer, but they pull back up to the movement and sloshing sound of the flask. 

She takes it in nimble fingers, turns it over and recognizes once more his very emblem, very self, on the object. Her first thought is to pour the whole thing out. Dramatic, showy. Wouldn't even be a waste of the good stuff - it's not. 

But no, she glances up at him, with bittersweet understanding. This is not a spilling dry and starting over kind of statement. It's taking the night off, and it is trust. It is not Briar forcing her hand or will over Qrow's vices, but temptation remaining present so she might stand between Qrow and it, become a part of his own decision. 

"Alright." she says quietly, tucking it deep into a leather jacket pocket; then, with more verve and a raised brow "But I wouldn't expect much else from you anyway. But hey...  fucking it up is also a term used for having fun you know!"

She-wolf nuzzles into Qrow's neck, still soaking up the closeness, still sharing her warmth, "I go out with so many people... always a crowd. Always worried about thinning out my semblance... If I can pick where..." her hands curl into his shirt, less flirtatious, more desperate, starved, "can't we just stay in somewhere? I would pick..." gold gaze stays trained on him, pleading. 

"I want to be alone with you, Qrow"

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That was the thing, nicknames, persisting ones, were for people close to him, people he gave a shit about. The one given her was likely never something he'd give up, not unless she explicitly told him to. It was a term of endearment really. Given names were formalities and formalities were the last thing he wanted, especially with her. 

 As for the flask, she wasn't wrong. He wasn't ready to give it up entirely, not yet. Someday maybe... but he trusted her to keep the demons at bay, at least for the night. This was about them at last being honest with each other, him being honest with her more so than anything, or maybe himself. He sees where she puts his crutch though, knows where it is. Close but not readily at his command. He's relinquished control and that itself speaks volumes and by the way she's responding, it feels like there's a measure of that going on between them both.

Things could get interesting quickly and there's a certain thrill and anxiety that lurks in him for it, "Stay in... alone... just fucking up in each other's company huh?" There's a bit of a laugh as he accepts that desperate feeling cling to his shirt. 

"Well, unless you're up for some no name inn or hotel, it would have to be your place. We both know I can't keep a place of my own to save my life."

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Briar's tail flicks and her lip quirks at his quip. There's a sense of satisfaction that settles in her bones along with the weight in her pocket that she's done something right. He accepts so casually smooth with a laugh that's rough, and it balances all the shifts in her moods. So strangely opposite of his usual effect on her. 

"You're more than welcome in my home, but does that honestly mean you didn't even have something set up for yourself tonight? My you really are a drifter." And yet he smells so good mixed with the outside air, it makes sense, fits. She almost feels bad about asking to bringing him within four walls. But not bad enough to not still want some privacy. 

Her tail twitches again as she revels in the prospect, giving away her continued excited anticipation, “So be it.”

[et-lesailes]

in it together

pairing: ari levinson (chris evans in red sea diving resort, 2019) x reader

themes: light angst n drama but a teensy bit of cute fluff at the end

word count: approx 1900

summary: you and your husband, ari levinson, are a part of a group of agents working to rescue hundreds on hundreds of ethopian-jewish refugees, all while pretending to run the red sea diving resort in sudan, africa. when the colonel comes to check in on you guys, clearly suspicious of your presence there, he gets a little handsy with you and it is safe to say ari is not very pleased.

taglist: @world-of-losers​, @viarogers​

note: requested by @clevercamijo​ // tbh this is nothing too intense, more of a drabble really-- but if you want something even more angsty, i totally got you. hehe, hope you like it though :)

** feel free to send an ask if you would like to be added to my taglist of any chris evans related fics!

You watched from the entrance of the resort with fond eyes as your husband was chatting with some guests, his wetsuit slightly unzipped and his hair blowing slightly in the breeze now that it was drier from his earlier dive. You were grateful for this experience; not only were you helping save lives from a conflict you had been incredibly passionate about fighting against ever since you had first learned about it, but you were doing it with the man you loved right by your side, leading your team. You trusted Ari more than anyone else in the entire world, and you had full faith that along with the other agents, you would succeed in your mission. 

The light smile you wore suddenly dropped from your face, your eyebrows furrowing slightly as you caught sight of the familiar trucks approaching from further away. He turned his head towards the noise and you could see his shoulders barely tense, though not much else in his features or body language gave himself away; considering his occupation, he was good at acting composed, even under pressure. He politely excused himself from the guests he was talking to, wishing them well on their diving tour before making his way to you, subtly squeezing your shoulder. “Go ahead inside, honey,” he murmured, making sure his voice was quiet; as a part of your cover, it was important no one outside the agency knew that the two of you were married, because it could provide more complications and risks. As far as anyone else was concerned, he was resort owner Guy Thomas and you were Lexi Nilsson, a former member of a waitstaff at a Michelin star restaurant and now a hostess at the resort. 

You nodded your head but murmured quietly, “Be careful.” Slipping inside, you found the other agents, discreetly letting them know of the special visitors who were showing up. You watched from inside as one of the soldiers approached Ari, rolling your eyes at the cocky expression he wore as he asked your husband if his men could check out the resort’s trucks. You hated that man since you met him, and you watched his every movement warily; this was a lawless land, and hell, if he wanted to, he could probably shoot down Ari or any one of the fellow agents and get away with it.

Well, perhaps that was a stretch, but you still did not trust him. You watched as his men inspected the back of the trucks- the very same trucks you all used to smuggle the refugees to safety. You couldn’t help but hold your breath. You knew that Ari and the others did a wonderful job leaving behind no traces, but understandably, it did get your heart racing when your team was under suspicion. A small, smug smirk crossed your lips upon seeing the cocky expression fall from the colonel’s face once his men told him the trucks were empty, now only hoping that he would leave. Instead, Colonel Ahmed only invited himself in for dinner, eliciting a small groan of frustration from your lips. All you wanted was to quietly slip into your room with your husband and crawl into bed in his warm arms, to bury your head in his broad chest and let your fingers lightly play with his soft, lengthy hair. 

But instead, the man came inside, quietly informing you to resume your position as hotel staff, giving you a discreet apologetic glance before turning to Ahmed with a smile on his face, encouraging him and his soldiers to come inside and wait at the table while he went to get changed. 

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It took you everything not to punch these ogling men in their faces as you stood before them at the table, waiting patiently as they inspected the menu in front of them, though the reason they seemed to be taking so long was because their eyes were on you more than the words in front of them. You could tell that Ari could notice; he was not letting his annoyance show in any obvious ways, but you knew him well enough to read the subtle signs. The way his knuckles tensed to white as he held his glass, the slight creases appearing in his forehead the longer the men took to state their damn order, his stunning blue eyes just slightly darker than usual. Still, you avoided eye contact with him. If these soldiers even slightly picked up on the fact that the two of you had a remotely deeper relationship, it could mean trouble. 

“Would you like some more time to look over the menu, sir?” you finally questioned in the best polite voice you could muster, even managing to offer him a light smile. The colonel brought his eyes to yours, looking at you for a few moments before slowly smirking, immediately making you feel uncomfortable. “I think,” he replied with thickly accented English, “that what I want is not on this menu.” Before you could even respond, he had his arm around your waist, his strong hold suddenly jerking you right onto his lap. Your eyes rounded in surprise, your expression one of pure shock as you locked eyes onto Ari’s, immediately starting to squirm. “Hey! P-please, let go of me!” you demanded; normally, you would punch this pervert’s teeth in, but even in a situation like this, you knew you could not risk giving up your cover. You were supposed to be an innocent member of the waitstaff at the resort, and you would commit to your role as seriously as possible if it meant saving lives. 

Ari looked just as shocked as he immediately stood up, eyes narrowed; you could tell it was also taking everything in him to not grab the bastard and throw him onto the floor. “Let go of my employee, please,” he spoke through grit teeth, glaring down Ahmed with a look of disapproval and authority. “Oh, but Mr Thomas,” the colonel spoke nonchalantly, his fingers squeezing your waist only making you squirm further in discomfort as you tried to fight his hold. “How can I help myself? You see, all the native women here look exactly the same-- so boring. When such exquisite foreigners come, I get… excited.” He gave you a sleazy grin, making you practically want to throw up all over him. “How about we make a deal? You let me have the pretty woman, and I leave you and your resort alone.” Your husband looked at the man in complete disgust, not even bothering to hide it anymore. “Listen, Colonel-- I’m not sure how you run things here, nor do I want to know. But if you don’t get your hands off of her, I will take serious measures to make sure you won’t even have the status to come look at this damn resort, do you understand?” You bit on your lip as you felt Ahmed’s grip barely tighten in anger before slowly relaxing, though he still was not letting you go. Slowly leaning into your ear, you felt his warm breath on your skin as he muttered, “Where are you from, beautiful?” You shut your eyes for a second, forcing yourself to remain composed and to not completely lose it as you quietly replied, “I’m from the United States. I was raised in Minnesota.” Out of the corner of your eye, you noticed Ari slowly slide the knife beside his plate underneath the table, but you averted your gaze from him, instead focusing on the floor so that you would not have to even look towards the disgusting man violating your personal space at the moment.

He suddenly stood up, bringing you right up with him as he kept his hold on your waist-- and that was when all chaos ensued. Ari was immediately up and at him with the knife pointed at his neck, and Ahmed’s soldiers were all standing with their guns pointed at Ari. Ahmed himself looked thoroughly unfazed, even giving Ari his creepy little smile as he stared him down, still holding you tightly by his side. “You have no power over me, Mr Thomas,” he hissed, and you could see the heat practically radiating from Ari’s anger. “Let. Her. Go. I won’t say it again.” He growled lowly, keeping a firm hold on the knife, his eyes locked onto Ahmed’s fearlessly. The staredown lasted a few moments longer before one of the men behind Ari suddenly whacked him in the head with his gun, a gasp escaping your lips as you watched your husband fall onto his knees as he let out a groan of pain. Ahmed simply chuckled as he let you go, eyeing both of you somewhat suspiciously but scoffing. “I’m not hungry anymore,” he spoke with a casual smirk, barely snickering before turning around and leaving with his men.

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You sighed softly as you gently inspected Ari’s head, making sure there was no swelling before settling yourself back into the sand next to him, eyes flickering over the waters in front of you. “What a fucking dick,” you mumbled, and he couldn’t help but chuckle, suddenly wrapping his arm around you pulling you close to him. “Tell me about it. I wish I could have just stuck that knife in his fuckin’ throat.” He muttered in response, but you were too busy looking around nervously, already trying to distance yourself from the male. “Ari, we’re outside, we shouldn’t--” you began to whisper, but you were cut off by his lips on yours, one large hand moving to frame the side of your face while his other arm pulled you closer to his body. “Then the guests can start rumors about how the hotel owner’s fucking his waitress. I don’t care. Sweetheart, I was so worried about you today.”

You couldn’t help but smile against his lips, kissing him back allowing yourself to melt in his warm and loving embrace. “I’m okay,” you whispered reassuringly, moving your own hand up to stroke his hair gently away from his face. “We’re both okay. And that’s not going to change.” He gave you a small smile, looking into your eyes with complete love and adoration for a few moments before leaning in and pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose. “I can’t wait until we’ve succeeded with this mission. When we’ve saved every single refugee, every man, woman, child, family-- and... I can’t wait until we can finally go home together and start a family of our own.” He pressed his forehead against yours, looking down into your eyes. “It’s going to happen soon, baby, I know it.” Your smile only grew wider as you listened to him, gazing up into his eyes almost dreamily as you thought about it. You, Ari, and your little baby, whomever he or she may be. You could only hope that child would have the same passion and bravery that their father had, though at the same time, such a prospect concerned you as a future mother. 

Still stroking his hair, you pecked his lips lightly with a breathy chuckle, murmuring, “I love you so much, Ari Levinson.” It had been a while since you had used his full name, considering the two of you had been undercover for quite some time now. He smiled and suddenly stood up, holding your hand to pull you up with him before wrapping his arms around your waist tightly, your full name rolling off his tongue slowly and delicately as if he simply enjoyed the mere experience of saying it himself. “I love you,” he whispered back, glancing towards the waves shimmering under the moonlight before looking back to you, placing a hand on the back of your neck and pulling you in for a passionate kiss, as if professing his love to you in front of the god of the seas himself. 

[sueboohscorner]

The Originals Series Finale Recap "When the Saints Go Marching In" #TheOriginals #Always&Forever

We've come to the end of another beautiful television journey, and it's time to say goodbye to characters we've loved for years now. The Originals delivers an incredibly cathartic finale that is literally about goodbyes and how to say them properly, for those lucky few who can see it coming and have that chance to do it right. 

Thank you to The CW, once again, for giving your showrunners that chance whenever possible. It's one of the things that makes me such a devoted fan. For real, I've been all-in on The CW since back when it was The WB, and one of the reasons I am so fierce in my fandom is that I trust this network to do right by its shows and fans; rarely do they unceremoniously cancel a show. The awareness of a final season is a gift to both creators and fans. 

But remember how it all began? We started hearing about this big bad named Klaus on The Vampire Diaries, and he turned out to be irresistibly wicked and charming. But before we ever even laid eyes on him, there was Elijah. And wow! From the moment Daniel Gillies showed up, we were mesmerized, and the fan reaction was so intense that he went from a henchman who got staked in his only planned appearance to a more-immortal-than-vampire creature who couldn't die just from being staked after all! 

What I'm saying is that the thrilling spin-off of TVD all started with Elijah and Klaus, and there's no other way it should have ended than with those two brothers. I've seen a lot of online griping about the subsequent scenes we didn't see, but come on; they're implied; we know they're going to happen, and we don't need actually to see them--the proper ending is to stay with Elijah and Klaus.

The series finale starts right where we left off the week before: Klaus has taken the Darkness into himself and is preparing to plunge the White Oak stake into his heart. As Elijah pleads with him not to do this, Hope returns from her brief wolfed outrun (remember, Crescent wolves are helpless to prevent their initial transformation but otherwise exercise complete control, so she must simply have chosen not to stay in wolf form for long). She sees what's going on, gets royally pissed at her father for what he was about to do, and magically snaps his neck.

They bring Klaus home to New Orleans, and Hope immediately dives into finding a cure, but Freya won't play along or indulge this fantasy. She makes it very clear that there is no solution, and that Klaus is right that he has to die, so don't waste his final hours fighting this; use the time to find peace and say goodbye properly. To that end, she has an idea for a spell that will at least keep his mind clear for his last day on earth.

Of course, she'll need to consult with the ultimate Darkness expert, Vincent. She goes to him for help, and he misunderstands at first, thinking she's on the save-Klaus track as usual. When he realizes the true plan, he softens and is ready to support her. Freya notices he's packing, and he says he's bailing forever, getting out of NOLA once and for all after all that's happened. 

Since time is short, she jumps right into another topic she'd been planning to bring up at a later date: She and Keelin have agreed to have a family, and they want Vincent to father their child.

Y'all, this is beautiful, and I start getting weepy at the thought, because I love Vincent, and he totally deserves to be a father and to be part of the kind of fearlessly devoted family he's been peripheral to all these years. But he doesn't quite take it as well at the moment, because he's been through so much, lost so much... just like he wasn't ready to be there for her at the wedding; he's not ready to believe in a future worth being a part of now.

Kol is also not into the family devotion today. He basically says, So what if Klaus finally bites it, because I'll believe it when I see it, and anyway, I spent centuries in a coffin because of that immortal dick. But ultimately, he comes back, of course, because Always & Forever.

Klaus' mind is clear, thanks to Freya's spell, but he's having trouble getting to peace with Hope. She's still raging at him for abandoning her, after all, she went through to get him back in her life, and leaving her now an orphan when she's still freshly mourning her mother, and disappearing when she'll need his guidance in so many things to come. 

But the one person who can soothe him right now shows up: Caroline. She plays back the voicemail Klaus left her back when he first returned to New Orleans in the backdoor pilot and reminded him that he promised to show her his city. Klaus is as touched as we are that she has saved that message all this time. (Btw, check out The CW app for a deleted scene with Klaus and Caroline!)

They wind up at a bar together, and they share a final kiss. He asks her how he is supposed to say goodbye to his daughter, and she demonstrates to him one version of a loving goodbye, making it clear this is their final moment. Then walking away with determined finality, resisting the urge to turn back, to waver in her commitment to the decision, to leave on any note besides the one she chose. I'm getting all weepy again.

Finally, Klaus and Hope have their moment, and he gets her to understand why this is the right choice. The whole family gathers for Klaus' funeral celebration, and it's sweet and sad, knowing this is the last time we'll see them all together. Marcel gets a private word in with Hope, essentially promising to guest-star on Legacies, and I'm so down with that!

The end is here, and it's down to the original three, Klaus, Elijah, and Rebekah. They go together to a quiet area in the town square (considering it's nighttime during Mardi Gras, they must have compelled a city's worth of people just to clear this block!). 

Klaus gives Rebekah a final gift: He's asked Caroline to set aside the Cure for Rebekah decades from now, at the end of Damon and Elena's natural lifetime. Rebekah will finally have the human life and death she's dreamed of. She embraces him and goes away filled with hope, then finds Marcel and proposes marriage with the full understanding that her life is now finite. He accepts, and I'm so happy they're so happy.

Also, Vincent shows up to say he's changed his mind about having a family with Freya and Keelin. He says that Klaus' sacrifice inspired him to take a risk and believe in a future worth being an active part of.

And now it's just Klaus and Elijah. Elijah pulls out the White Oak stake and breaks it in two. Klaus impatiently points out the stake still has plenty of killing ability, so Elijah hasn't stopped this from happening. Elijah explains that he isn't trying to stop Klaus but to join him.

His entire, incredibly long life, Elijah's focus has been on Klaus. Klaus' humanity, Klaus' redemption. Sure, briefly there was that amnesiac dalliance with Antoinette, but other than that, Klaus has been his world. Now that Klaus has become a man who willingly goes to his own death in service of others, Elijah feels complete.

Klaus angrily accuses Elijah of making a big deal about the importance of goodbyes but then sneaking off to die without telling anyone, but of course, that's not what happened. Today was about Klaus, and Elijah got his goodbyes in quietly, on the sidelines. He made his peace with everyone, and they understood and supported his choice. I'm crying almost as hard right now as I was while actually watching it.

Together, they share a final moment and look into each other's eyes as they plunge the stakes into each other's hearts. The end. The Originals, out.

And yes, after this moment, we know Elijah and Hayley have their dance. And we know Cami is waiting to greet Klaus in the afterlife, too. But I don't need to see those moments to know they happened. Just as TVD ended with Damon and Stefan, it was right for The Originals to end with Klaus and Elijah. 

I'm grateful for the journey we got to go on with these characters. I'm in awe of the acting talent we were lucky enough to enjoy throughout. I'll be watching Legacies for sure, and I'll be looking for whatever Joseph Morgan, Daniel Gillies, and Yusuf Gatewood do next, among others. Thanks for a glorious ride, Julie Plec et al. 

10/10 Always & Forever

[smilyoongi]

Let me take care of you

Pairing: Yoongi x Hoseok

Genre: smut, some graphic language.

Word count: 2.1k

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Thanks for requests @jeyeon8 ~

Sweaty bodies moved around the basketball court, everyone's eyes on the ball, both teams trying their best to win. Yoongi loved basketball. Since he was young he could remember the way the orange ball felt against his hand, the way the ball would bounce up from the ground, the way it would go through the net, making the boy happy. He was now in high school and nothing has changed. He was now on the basketball team, and for him, it was the only thing keeping him at school. It was the only thing that could keep him focused and entertained, his mind always set on the goal to win. But recently, something has changed. A new student has joined their team. He recently moved into this town, and after showing his abilities in PE classes, the boy got accepted right in. The boy was like a star of his team and he didn't like it. He felt like it was not fair that everyone had to go through some tryouts and he could just walk right in. His friends and teammates were also all over him, praising him for his abilities, which he was jealous of. Before him, he used to be the cool one, he used to get the attention of his friends. He knew that the reason behind not liking him was petty, but he couldn't let it go. Because of that boy, he couldn't focus during the games. He would always look so happy and energetic, not at all tired, laughing around while playing an important game and still score for the team. Why was he so perfect? All he wanted was to dig up something weird about him that would explain it. He was just too nice to trust that he was doing it for the purity of his heart. And of course, the last thing Yoongi hated, but couldn't forget was how attractive he was. It was pure torture walking into the locker rooms and watching him change. He couldn't take his glance off of the red-haired boy and the way his muscles would flex, leaving nothing to his imagination, his shirt already off, the way his red hair would stick to his forehead, drops of sweat dripping down his face, his whole body glistening, the way he would look in the showers. He always went to the shower after everyone else, usually because he would practice even more. One day, Yoongi stayed a little longer while talking to their coach. When he reached the showers, a soft humming could be heard, sending shivers to his spine. As he walked further, he hid around the corner, his head peaking out to put a face on the beautiful humming. A loud gasp reached his lips as he saw the red-haired boy under the shower head, His body now relaxed, enjoying the heat coming from the water. He looked so beautiful, so inviting. But Yoongi quickly got back to reality and realized he will get away without taking a shower this time. He couldn't let his body reveal his growing attraction for the boy, his pants already tighter than they should be.

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Another day, another basketball practice awaited for Yoongi. He couldn't wait to start, letting all the frustration that he collected throughout the day go. However, he was very late. As he finally reached the locker rooms, everyone has already started. Fuck his coach will kill him. He took off his shirt and his jeans, already standing in only his boxers when he heard a noise. He wasn't alone? An already dressed boy came into his vision. The red-haired boy or Hoseok for that matter. He was about to say something when his mouth closed, his eyes now scanning through Yoongis body, making him blush. He couldn't help but get a wave of excitement to run through his body. He looked at him like he was some sort of food and god did he want to taste it. He walked towards Yoongi, finally reaching him. They were now inches away and Yoongi could swear he felt Hoseoks breath on his naked skin. Hoseoks stare was intense, almost impossible to ignore, every second spent under his glance setting his body on fire. Hoseoks face inched closer to Yoongi, their noses touching. Yoongi looked down at Hoseok's lips that now looked so tempting, so soft, but blushed badly when he noticed Hoseok watching him. Hoseok chuckled lightly, smirking at the boy and didn't waste another minute, going out of the locker room, leaving the other boy in utter shock. As Yoongi got out of the daydream that he was in he almost jumped, why didn't he move? His eyes then caught a clock - fuck he was late. He quickly threw on his clothes and ran to his team, already preparing himself for an angry coach.

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The rest of the practice went by fast. He couldn't get himself to concentrate on the game, still not able to process what happened between him and the red-haired boy in the locker rooms. He couldn't help but steal glances at Hoseok and surprisingly enough, not a single glance went back to him, almost like nothing happened and hell, he wanted to pretend it didn't, but it was too hard to ignore, the blood in his body still rushing fast. After the practice the coach scolded Yoongi telling him to stay and practice some more as a punishment to which he agreed, maybe it will clear his head. But to his luck, Yoongi wasn't the only one, who had to stay. During the time they spent practicing, they didn't exchange a single word and to that Yoongi was grateful, he didn't really want to be teased, yet he still didn't know how to act around the other boy. He finally finished, putting back the ball. He used a small towel to wipe away all of the sweat and continued walking to the showers. A hot wave of water hit his bare body, immediate relaxation taking over him. The now empty showers were clouding up with steam, engulfing him in the sweet scent of his body wash. He couldn't get the feeling of Hoseok's breath on his skin out of his mind, the way the boy towered over him, making him feel like he's all in his control. He washed his face, his eyes opening, revealing a naked Hoseok standing just a few steps away, watching him.  Yoongi's mouth formed an "o" shape, his whole body numb from the shock. He was glad that Hoseok couldn't see him blush because of the hot water. Hoseok came closer to the boy, now standing in front of him.

"Our little encounter earlier doesn't seem to get out of my head...you made me so turned on I would've gone and fucked the shit out of you right then and there... but we don't want to upset the coach now do we?" Hoseok spoke, his voice low and calm, sending shivers down Yoongi's spine.

"N-no"

The words Hoseok spoke made the boy hold in a sharp breath. He couldn't believe Hoseok was saying all that so casually, so fearlessly, like he wasn't afraid of getting rejected. He said it like he already knew what Yoongi was thinking about, like he knew something he doesn't. Hoseok reached out to caress Yoongis cheek, his finger going to caress his bottom lip, outlining the shape of his lips His face was now inches away from Yoongi, their noses were touching. Hoseoks lips lightly touched the corner of Yoongis mouth, and all that Yoongi wanted was the tension to break, every second was unbearable to him.

"Please" He whined out, not able to hide his anticipation any longer.

Hoseok smiled, he didn't need to be told twice. He grabbed Yoongi by the cheek, making their lips meet. The sensation of their lips crashing into one another's overwhelmed Yoongi, making him freeze in his tracks for a few seconds, but he quickly regained his posture as their lips started moving in sync. He could feel Hoseok grazing Yoongis bottom lip with his tongue, asking for entrance, to which Yoongi let out a soft moan, welcoming Hoseok's tongue, letting it explore his mouth. The kiss was heated and full of desire and need. Yoongis hands that were now around Hoseoks neck tugged on his hair, making the red-haired boy let out a low moan, which only turned Yoongi on even more. Hoseok was the first one to pull away from the kiss, leaving a confused and needy Yoongi pouting.

"Sadly, I don't think that you could get away with making me play with a hard on the whole time with only a kiss Yoongi," He said, looking at Yoongi with his eyes full of hunger, making Yoongis head spin. "Why don't you be a good boy and show me what that pretty little mouth of yours can do," He demanded, looking him in the eyes.

Yoongi swallowed. Hard. The name driving him mad. He tried to find a single nerve in his body that would protest to that idea and he was failing. He suddenly got down on his knees, the wet tiles of the shower already feeling harsh against his knees. He looked at Hoseok's throbbing sex that was already hard, unconsciously licking his lips at the sight. He was so big. His hand reached out for his dick, his hand going up and down his length, the water coming from the shower helping his hand slide down his shaft easily. The gesture made Hoseok throw his head back in pleasure, his hands feeling angelic on his length and he could only imagine what his mouth felt. Yoongi stuck his tongue out, leaving a wet trail across Hoseoks length, circling around the tip, making Hoseok let out a groan.

"I have limited patience kitten" Hoseok groaned, looking down at the boy.

The boy didn't need to be told twice as he took Hoseok all into his mouth, his tongue smoothly gliding down his dick. This caused Hoseok to let out a loud moan, the sight making him go crazy. The way his dick disappeared into the smaller boys mouth, the way his innocent eyes would look up at him while his pink lips would be wrapped around him, the way his knees were now a bit red from kneeling down on the tiles. The view was so sinful, so hot, he swore he could come just by looking.

"Ahh you're such a good boy for me" he breathed out, his hands going down to reach for his hair, tugging on it. "Look at you taking my dick so well" Hoseoks words gained a loud moan from Yoongi, the moan vibrating around Hoseoks dick. Yoongis pace quickened, his head bobbed up and down his length when he suddenly felt Hoseoks hands putting some pressure on his head, pushing Yoongis mouth down on his length, making Yoongi let out a light gag, tears prickling in his eyes.

"Don't stop kitten, show me what a dirty boy you are" Hoseok continued talking, feeling close to his orgasm. Yoongi didn't stop, he only went deeper, his cheeks hollowing each time, loud slurping noises mixing with the shower head still pouring hot water on the two of them. Yoongi kept going, never stopping his pace, making sure to take it all into his mouth. He could hear the way Hoseoks breath became uneven, signaling the boy was close to his high. He took his dick out of his mouth and started giving his dick short kitten licks, his tongue licking his tip several times, all of that while keeping an eye contact with the red-haired boy.

"Fuck Yoongi, I'm so close" He moaned out, his body shivering from the immense pleasure.

"Then cum for me" Yoongi looked up at him with an innocent smile, quickly taking all of Hoseok into his mouth again, making sure to suck him dry. A few more thrusts to Yoongis mouth was all it took for Hoseok to burst, his cum filling Yoongis mouth full. He gave Hoseok a few more licks, making Hoseok hiss at the feeling. Yoongi got up, making sure to show Hoseok he swallowed, making the boy hum in appreciation. He pulled Yoongi closer to him, their bodies crashing against each other only for their lips to meet for an intense kiss. Hoseok pressed Yoongi against the wall, he could still feel himself on Yoongis tongue, his hands were feeling every inch of his body. Both of them got out of breath, pulling away from the kiss. Hoseok looked at him with such needing eyes he couldn't help but get even more hard, hearing Hoseoks moans and grunts already leaving him turned on for the whole time. Hoseok looked down to see the "problem" between Yoongis legs, looking at him with a smug expression.

"Let me take care of you now"

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The Master of Diaper - Batmom x Batkids/Bruce Wayne

Summary : It’s a war between your four sons, Dick, Jason, Tim and Damian...To know who’s the best at changing their little brother’s, Thomas, diapers. A rather intense war really, as they all want to become “The master of Diapers”. 

Just a short silly fic that came up to me while I was drifting off to sleep. And in case you’re wondering who “Thomas” is, here’s the fic that introduces him : “Shaky steps and bad teaching”. Hope you like it ahem : 

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You always impressed Bruce, always.

The way you wouldn’t let anyone walk on your feet, and use your sarcasms and wits to get out of any “bad social situations” was impressive to him.

The way you always managed to make people around you smile and laugh, even him and your brooding sons, was impressive to him. 

The way you always seem to find the right words to comfort someone, or to tell your feelings, was impressive to him. 

The way you trained, even harder than him sometimes, was impressive to him. 

The way you fought, so fiercely and fearlessly, was impressive to him. 

The way you seemed to know everything, like you always had the answer to people’s questions (about ANYTHING), was impressive to him. 

And oh if he really had to list everything that he found impressive in you, it would take too many years. Yes, you always impressed your Bruce. Always. 

But today, you surpassed even yourself ! Your cleverness, he knew it now, had no bound ! Damn smart woman you were. 

What impressed him so much ? The way you so easily manipulated your sons into changing their little brother’s dirty diapers. It was such genius that he couldn’t tear his eyes off of you, admiration shining in his eyes. And the worst thing was, that you didn’t even know you were so awesome, and the only person he truly admired in this universe...Which made you even more awesome. 

It was really clever, the way you ended up convincing your sons to take care of their little brother’s, Thomas, dirty diapers. You played on their competitive side. One day, as Bruce was changing Thomas, you just dropped a “Wow, you’re slow, I bet even Damian could be faster than you”, which confused him a little bit. It wasn’t like you to say such things but...Oh, but of course. The boys were in the room, and he swore he saw their ears moving, quite like dogs, as they heard what their mother just said. 

It was a smart move really. Right after saying that, and therefor attracting their attention on the two of you, you heavily hinted that it took lots of skills to properly change diapers, and that you’d be impressed if you saw anyone do it in less than a minute...They took it as a challenge. Of course they did. 

As Bruce was finishing to change Thomas’ diaper (rather fast to be honest), Damian approached and said : 

-I bet mom is right, and I can be faster than you, father. 

Of course, now he said that, Tim had to add : 

-And I bet I’d be faster than you. 

Jason and Dick couldn’t be out of this little game, and felt like they were obligated to say : 

-Yeah right you little munchkins, I bet I will do it faster. Hey, stop repeating what I say ! Stop. Stop. STOP ! JASON/DICK ! HAHA ! Erf...

And so it started. 

The long race to who was going to become “The Master of Diapers”. 

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You and Bruce didn’t change any diapers for the past three months, as your sons tried to do it in less than a minute. Brilliant. You were just brilliant. With a few words, you inserted in their head a challenge, an idea...When really, all you wanted was for them to take care of dirty diapers, because even though you loved your son, it was gross. 

You were always able to manipulate your sons and your husband (Alfred was a tough one though), but you rarely used this “power” of yours, because you didn’t like the idea of making them do stuffs...But of course, there were a few exceptions. Like the diaper thing, or “forcing” them to take AT LEAST one night off each week, so that they wouldn’t overwork themselves too much...

-1 MINUTE AND 30 SECONDS IT’S A NEW RECORD !! I’M THE MASTER OF DIAPERS !! 

You watch, amused, your eldest son doing his “winning dance” under the glare of his three little brothers, with a very confused baby Thomas in his arms. Someone happy to change his diaper ? That’s a first. 

Bruce is here too, his arm around your shoulder, you snuggled against his side. It highly amuses him as well, to see your four kids compete to be the best diaper changer in the house.

You let Dick dance a bit more, because it’s cute and the kid got some great move, but eventually...you have to shatter all of his dreams : 

-Actually, you forgot to put some soothing cream on his little butt. Now your brother will have a rash there thanks to you. And it also means you didn’t actually properly change him so...your record doesn’t count. 

Your eldest boy freezes while he’s dancing, stopping while he was making a particularly wide sway of his hips, therefor looking a bit ridiculous, not moving and frozen in place, as he looks at his little brother he’s holding in his arms. Thomas looks back at him, and his happy nature can’t stop him from smiling at his oldest bro’s stunned expression, of a wide and joyful smile. You take your little one from Dick’s arms, and let what you just said sink in his mind. 

When he pouts and says “Oh come on”, you know he understood, and his brothers’ laugh are enough for him to get all grumpy. 

It’s rare to see Dick grumpy. And you definitely don’t like it, so, with a loving kiss on his cheek you say : 

-It’s alright my boy, you’ll do better next time ! None of you is Master of Diapers yet. But it’ll come. It will.

-But mom, I did everything in one minute and thirty three seconds ! I didn’t forget the lotion ! 

You turn toward your youngest son, cross your arms and shake your head “sadly” (they totally know, by the way, you’re mocking them...damn your sarcastic nature !) 

-Maybe Damian, but it’s still not under a minute. Not worthy of a true master yet. 

-Under a minute, it’s impossible ! Thomas always squirms in every way, and we can’t go too fast without risking to hurt him ! 

-Well I’m sure glad you’re being careful with your brother, but I’m sure you can do better than a minute and 33 seconds. 

-I’ve been trying for three months...

-Not hard enough maybe ? 

-Hey ! Not my fault mom ! Whenever I wanna practice, Dick, Jason or Tim beats me to it ! 

-Because we’re faster ! 

-You’re faster running to the baby, not changing him, as I have the record right now ! And I didn’t forget the lotion, Dick ! 

-PUTTING THE LOTION ON WOULD HAVE TAKEN ME LESS THAN TEN SECONDS, SO TECHNICALLY I WOULD HAVE BROKEN YOUR RECORD !

-MAYBE BUT YOU DIDN’T ! SO I’M STILL THE CLOSEST TO BEING THE MASTER OF DIAPER !! 

Yelling it like that, your sons have a little pause. “Master of diaper” ? That...That sounds so stupid. Wait a minute ! Did you just play them for the past three months ? The smirk on your face is an answer enough. Jason comes back to his senses first, and say, his voice beyond suspicious : 

-Mom. Did you...Do you...Are you pulling our legs ? 

You raise your eyebrows innocently, and turn to your husband, acting as if your hurt by your son’s allegation. Bruce puts his hands on your shoulders empathically, and looks at Jason, giving him a fake “how dare you ?” look. Oh yeah, you two were totally messing around with them ! With an incredibly pained look that makes their hearts drop (and they hate themselves for letting you manipulate them so easily), you sadly say : 

-Whatever do you mean my sweet baby son ? 

Oh, you had the nerve to call him your “sweet baby son”, what was he suppose to say to that ?! Tim doesn’t let his brother answer, knowing he will crack, and says, narrowing his eyes at you : 

-Oh I can’t believe it ! You’re totally mocking us ! Oh my Gods ! We just spent three months trying to do something that’s clearly impossible just so you wouldn’t have to change any diapers ! I woke up at two in the morning to do it more than once, on my days off, and you were just playing us ! 

It’s Bruce’s turn to talk : 

-Playing you guys ? Oh we wouldn’t dare. Especially not your mom. Is it her habit to manipulate you into doing anything ? Really ? 

Doubts is slowly creeping itself on your sons’ face, and you feel just a little bit guilty. Because of course, they’re right, but at the same time, ew, diapers full of poop. Damian, with the last suspicion he has in his heart, manages to say : 

-No. No you guys are right. Mom is...stop looking at me like that mother please...Because I know you’re using us right now, even though you rarely do so, but right now it’s one of your trick you use on others and...yeah I know I’m right...Dick, little help please ? 

Damian knows you already won over Jason and Tim, but not Dick yet, because your oldest son is still kinda pissed he missed being the “master of diaper” just because he forgot the stupid lotion...So he says, not quite sure of himself though : 

-Yes. Yes I believe we just saw through their games. They manipulated us to change diapers. Especially mom really. It’s impossible to change Thomas in less than a minute. 

With a mischievous smile, you look at all of your sons, and they know they lost when you indicate, matter of factly : 

-I could change him in less than a minute. 

Oh you sly woman. The worst thing is that they knew you could do it. And their competitive minds was screaming to them to do better. As if he was agreeing with his mother, Thomas lets out the cutest baby noise ever, and points to his brothers with a wide smile. ...Yeah, they were doomed. Even if they were being played by their parents right now, just to change their little brother’s diapers, and even though they started to understand it...They’d still do it. Because they had to fulfill the challenge they gave themselves, changing Thomas in less than a minute, and because the time they had, just them and their smallest, youngest brother, was precious to them. 

None of them, except maybe Dick, would ever admit it, but they loved changing Tommy. It was a time they had just between them and him, most of the times alone, just the two of them. And their little one was so adorable that, of course...

Dick loved the way Thomas cooed at him, and smiled so widely at him that he would always ending up drooling all over the place. 

Jason loved the way Tom would grab his fingers when he was done changing him, not letting him go. It made his heart beat faster, and the need to protect that little baby above all always swarmed him like a tsunami. 

Tim loved the way he seemed to always be able to make his little baby brother burst out laughing. Like, no matter what, just talking to him, even if he cried a lot (which was rare), he would just make him laugh quickly. And god that little boy’s laugh was adorable. It made Tim’s heart sing, and always filled him with hope for the future. 

Damian loved the fact that Thomas always seemed to be captivated by whatever he would tell him. He could speak about anything to the baby, and he would always just stare at him with his big blue eyes he got from his father, and seemed genuinely interested in everything he was saying. Of course he would never admit it, but Damian would do anything for his baby brother. The mere existence of that baby motivated him to make the world a better place, so that he would grow up to live a peaceful life, unlike every one else in the family. 

Yes, the four brothers would never say it out loud, but they really enjoyed changing their brother’s dirty diapers, as weird as it could sound. And the way you looked at them, holding him in your arms...No, of course you weren’t playing them. Besides, they were gladly doing it so...

With a last smile to all of them, you leave the room with your baby in your arms, who was starting to doze off. Your husband leaves his four sons who are starting to argue about who is the fastest and best diaper changer to follow you. A smile he cannot erase on his face at the sight of your back and the head of your sleeping baby on your shoulder, he turns to tell his sons to behave, and smile some more when he hear them fighting...but instead of yelling, they’re whispering, afraid to wake their baby brother up. 

Oh those boys, damn he loved (love) them. 

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You lay Thomas in his crib, and turn around to face your Bruce that you heard was following you. You recognize the smile on his face. It’s your favorite. The one he cannot stop from being there, the one he can’t seem to be able to erase because he’s just so happy. Yup, definitely your favorite smile of his.  

You smile back at him and, careful not to make any noise as you walk because, just like his father and brothers, Thomas has a very light sleep, you go to your husband, and take the hand is giving you. 

He leads you out of your baby’s room, and to your own shared bedroom, where you end up just cuddling on your bed. Nothing else, sometimes, you just enjoyed being in each others’ arms, talking. About anything and everything. You weren’t just lovers, just deeply in love, you were also best friends. 

You could hear your sons downstairs, getting louder and louder, and Alfred’s voice scolding them, telling them to be quiet because Master Thomas is finally asleep. After that, you don’t hear anything else, but you know they’re still arguing silently, and imagining them “fighting” while trying to make the least noise possible makes you chuckle. When Bruce asks why you’re laughing, you tell him, and suddenly, the both of you are taken over by a wave of laughter. 

Oh you love those moments with him. When you’re both carefree. Content beyond all measure. So much in love with each others...He nuzzle his nose into your neck (contrary to popular belief, Bruce big on cuddling...He was your personal teddy bear really, but of course, only you knew that). 

-You’re too good for me, my love, my sweet (Y/N). 

-Non sense my heart, you’re the one that is too good...

-Let’s agree to disagree then. But let me just say : you’re the one who had the idea about the diaper thing, not me. So therefor, it makes you greater than me. 

-Does it now ? I don’t think that’s how it...

-Humor me, please. 

-Alright. Alright, let’s say you’re right for once.

-”For once” ? 

-Well, if I’m greater than you, obviously, I’m the one that is always right. 

-Oh you little...

-Hey, let’s not say things we’ll regret afterward ok my Broosh ? 

He chuckles and you can feel the vibration of his voice on your neck, making you shiver. He tightens his grip on you, and bring you even closer to him. Just like he loves it. Your body flushed on his. His hands start to wander under your shirt...Of course they do. 

-I love you (Y/N), you’re the most brilliant person I ever met.

-I love you too my heart. You’re the best thing that ever happened to me. You and dick. And Jason. And Tim. And Damian. And Thomas. And Alfred of course. 

He chuckles some more, and he manages to say, as you feel him drift off to sleep : 

-Feelings’ mutual. I love you (Y/N)...my love...so much...always...

And while you’re caressing his scalp with soothing fingers, and his back up and down, his arms around you, his legs trapping your body against him, he falls asleep. Only you are able to help him fall in a deep slumber that fast. Only you and your touch. 

And it was the same for all the other Wayne boys. You not only had the power to make them do whatever you wanted (though, again, you actually rarely used that ability of yours), you could also soothe them to sleep in a matter of seconds. And oh damn, they loved you so much for that. 

FIN.

[cancercrew-filth]

“It’s Kinda Distracting...” (Joji)

Anon Request: I really would like to read a post about the reader trying to get Joji to stop editing for a bit and to pay attention to her, like he's trying to focus but he eventually gives in? Like maybe reader just starts to give him the succ and he can't help it? I just love this blog it's chill if you have other stuff to do too dude

I sat in bed, patiently waiting for Joji to finish whatever he was doing on the computer and climb in bed next to me. I had been libidinous for the past week and a half, craving his touch and wanting his hands all over me. At first, I left him alone, wanting him to finish whatever project he had himself set on. But as time went on, the less he came to bed. I would hear the water of the shower on, signaling he was occupying the bathroom, but he would come out newly dressed in some sleepwear and then go back to his “man cave” to proceed with what he was doing earlier. I laid there on my back, trying to make myself engaged in some other activity other than just staring blankly at nothing. The TV bored me and made me lethargic, my eyes drooping slowly. I sat up rapidly, slapping myself out of it, I went over to Joji’s little “man cave”, opening the door, I saw him behind his desk on his laptop in nothing but his plaid, flannel pajama pants. I leaned on the doorframe using my shoulder as I crossed my arms over my chest. I bit my lip as I watched him: his damp hair slightly getting in his view as his eyes concentrated on the screen, his bare torso exposed as he sat there unbothered.

“Hey.” I let out softly letting my fingers dance across the wooden frame of the door, “You coming to bed?”

“Uh…what time is it?” he asked without looking up, the mouse clicking louder than usual.

“Currently, it is twelve o’ three a.m.” I answered looking at the nearby clock.

Fearlessly, I walked into the room hoping I’d catch his eye, but I didn’t succeed. I sat on the edge of his desk and he sighed, telling me he wasn’t finished with what he was working on. With my bare legs, and being in nothing but my underwear, he wasn’t paying attention. Joji loved it when I showed off this much skin and would refuse to keep his hands off of my body. He was not even close to finishing up his work, but that didn’t mean he had to put me off the way he was. I brought myself back onto my feet and walked behind the chair he was seated on, I placed my hands-on his shoulders and massaged them lightly. Leaning into him a little slightly, I placed a soft kiss on the skin of his neck, earning an annoyed groan from him.

“Baby, not right now, okay? I’m not done editing yet. And after I’m done with this I need to edit a video I’m uploading soon.” he whined as he shrugged me off, “We can continue this tomorrow, okay? I promise.”

“You promised me yesterday…” I muttered.

Although it dawned on me that I should leave him alone so he can edit at his own pace without feeling rushed, I couldn’t help but grow more impatient as the minutes, hours, seconds, went by. I sighed and brought myself to my knees, not wanting to let any more time to go to waste. I made sure to make quick movements before I changed my mind completely. Joji was always one to cherish his time alone when it came to editing, and I was the one to always respect that, but he’s never edited this long before. Crawling my way around his desk in order to enter through the open front part of it, I was pretty bothered by the fact he hadn’t noticed me duck down onto my hands and knees or noticed me as I crawled away. My chin came in contact with his knee lightly as I placed it on there, hoping he’d get the gist of what my actions were trying to show him. Joji seemed to not have any reaction to what I was doing so I amped up my motions: I let my hand trail up his clothed leg, the loose fabric so thin I could manage to feel his leg hairs through his pants. My hand stopped at his crotch, to which he then sat up straighter with a jolt, “Whoa, hey…what are you doing under there?” he asked me confused.

“I just wanna touch you a little bit…” I admitted as I continued to caress his groin area.

“Babe, come on out from under there. It’s kinda distracting…I told you I’m busy editing.” he sighed in his ‘I told you already not to do that’ tone.

“Keep editing…I promise you wont get too distracted.” I explained as I somehow found my hand creeping it’s way into his pants.

Joji agreed to letting me touch him as he worked. There were a few times, within the couple of minutes that I sat there jerking him off, I felt him suppress moans and grunts. As he grew harder I decided to let my mouth do the rest of the work. I took his length from out of his boxers and his pants, the cold air making him feel relieved due to the temperature rising in his pants. The clicks of his mouse continued as I begin licking up his shaft slowly, then taking him in my mouth as I swirled my tongue along his tip. Joji gasped then cleared his throat, as if he didn’t want me to know how good it made him feel because he was too busy focusing on his bright screen. Taking more of him in my mouth was always challenging since he was big in size but it was well worth it if it meant getting a reaction out of him. He groaned in a rough manner, his clenched fists now lying beside him. With one hand on his shaft, I made swift movements with my wrist skillfully as I carried on sucking. Sooner than expected, his hands found their way into my hair, entangling in the nest on my head as he tried putting my hair in a ponytail. It wasn't long enough until his moans became irregular and more notable as they got louder. He sucked in a breath as I took his cock out of my mouth and looked up at him. His eyes were dark as he bit his lip, motioning me to keep going. I knew he was close and instead of me making a witty comment, I went back to sucking him off. Using my tongue to massage his length as I bobbed my head up and down with his help, he cussed in Japanese. It turned me on when he did that and even if this was just me sucking him off and not him fucking me after, I didn’t care…he was a sight to see what he was in pleasure.

“Y/N…fuck.” he breathed.

Placing my hands on either side of his thighs, I took more of him into my mouth, earning moans from him, I took it as my sign of approval.

“Y/N..” he moaned with his hand entangled in my hair as the other was clenching the arm of the chair, “Fuck, stop…I- I’m gonna cum.”

The thing I loved most about sucking Joji off was that he would always try and cut it short for fear that he might cum too quickly but would give in anyway if it meant that at the end of the day it would be me getting the job done. His grip on my hair got tighter and he cussed once more in his foreign language before whispering, “Fuck, just like that, baby.”

Doing as I was told, he moaned, his cock twitching in my mouth as his cum doused the back of my throat. Letting out a chain of cuss words from his lips, he lightly panted as I persisted to suck him off. Joji let out a grunt and removed my lips from his cock. I studied him attentively as he got up from his chair and held out his hand to me. Thinking he was going to help me up from my spot under his desk, I was in for a wild ride when he instead yanked me up on my feet and turned me around so that my butt was facing him and my hips were pressed against his desk. It was as though he’d finally snapped out of his trance and acknowledged me, as he should.

“Thought you didn’t wanna get distracted?” I provoked, turning my head to look at him.

Joji was strenuously removing my underwear from under the oversized shirt but soon stopped once it fell to my ankles. He chuckled to himself, “Thought this was what you wanted?” he told me in a taunting manner as he slipped a finger inside me.

I gasped and gripped the desk so hard it made my knuckles turn white. Joji went on and added another finger, he pumped them inside me vigorously. Hanging my head low as my moans grew louder, he suddenly stopped. About a few seconds passed by with no action or motion from him so I turned around to see what it was he was doing and I witnessed him sucking his fingers before he grasped his cock and pushed himself inside me at a fast pace. I grabbed one of his hands that was placed on my waist and tightened my clutch on it as he filled me with every inch of him, clouding my mind with euphoria. Joji grunted in an animalistic manner when he began thrusting faster and rougher, taking my leg and propping it up on the desk made it more so he had more access and could go deeper than he already was. I removed my hand from his and slammed it flat back on the desk, letting my hands and arms glide forward so that the upper part of my body was occupying the desk. Joji’s fingers worked my clit earning a loud moan from me.

“Joji..” I warned him with my eyes shut tightly as I focused on how sensual he was making me feel.

Alternatively, he took this as his signal to get rougher and faster, which is exactly what he did. I brought my self back up on my hands and Joji began ramming me with his thick cock, turning me into a spastic moaning disaster. My moans became consistent and as did his. Gripping his hands tightly, I came all over him as he continued thrusting distortedly, letting me know he was going to cum, so I turned around and took his length into my mouth once more as I planted my my knees on the floor. Joji’s hands went straight for my hair as I sucked him off, he moaned in a raspy deep tone. Once he came, I swallowed willingly and got up, observing his panting figure as he plopped himself into his swivel chair, tucking his dick away. He was sweaty and so was I. Picking my underwear up with his fingers, he smiled and threw them at me, “You gonna go back to editing?” I asked with my eyebrow raised as I began putting my underwear on.

“I’m not done with you yet…that was round one, I’m taking a small break. So there’s no use in putting those back on.” he laughed referring to my lace underwear as they were hooked with my fingertips.

I slid them down and went to sit on his lap, “Let’s move this somewhere more comfortable.” he winked at me.

Distracting him was my best idea yet, and even Joji agreed.