#working. and i didn't even successfully do that for two of them

[mari-love-terzomega]

Soft Terzomega cos I can

Mm-hmm. The icy wind of early spring was blowing through the window; everything was hateful today. Terzo knew that work did not tend to end, but life did. He was drowning in the dampness of the days like a river. Unfortunately for him, Terzo was a pretty good swimmer.

He lazily lifted his head from the keyboard of his sticker-stained laptop, which he should change, but had no time to do so. Omega stopped by. That's not bad. Usually he brought something tasty to eat, and at the same time he brought himself with a casual conversation. Terzo wanted to grumble, but grumbled at the sudden pain in his leg just above the knee.

"It's blown in," he grimaced.

"I told you to keep the window closed," the Omega grinned, closing the shutters tighter and handing him a lemon granola bar with a broad gesture of his long hand. Terzo loved bullshit, Omega was willing to blow all his money on it.

Emeritus grimaced, rubbed the sore spot with his skinny palm, and took the sweet treat; immediately there was a rustle of packaging and the unhappy crunch of microscopic air rice. Terzo had recently gone to the dentist where he had 3 cavities removed, but he didn't seem to care a bit for the doctor's orders. When he didn't? At age 10, when he was dragged around sterile places with snot or allergies and forbidden to eat sweet peppers? Even in those days, though, dieting wasn't very good - Terzo ate everything in sight and had once eaten a dead bee. It tasted good to him, and the Sister was astonished. Terzo then offered Copia some, but he preferred his own snot.

The lemon chemistry was pleasantly familiar to his tongue, and he groaned slightly in gratitude to his beloved and leaned back in his chair, almost falling over. Instead of work, chess was glowing on his laptop: he'd checkedmate some Filipino, as far as Omega could see from his two-metre height.

"I see the accounting reports are coming in," a clawed paw ruffled his ink-black head - oh, how it stank of ammonia and juniper, how it stank!

"Leave me alone, I dream of Excel spreadsheets at night."

"You sleep during the day."

"Leave me alone" Terzo pressed his head against the warm palm of his hand, - I have dandruff by the way, I'm waiting for congratulations.

"What's that for?" Omega furrowed his eyebrows as he looked at a few strands of black hair, which did indeed have white flecks of snow on them.

Terzo shrugged, taking a bite of the candy bar again and starting a game of chess.

"E8," the omega murmured in his ear, putting his kilometre-long arms around him, "You can eat the knight."

"Not a bad idea..." chews with ease found in the drawer century-old, perhaps, a lollipop and really puts on e8, - "Chew my back, eh?" the black claws scratch perfectly where they should and Terzo shakes almost orgasmically from pleasure.

"Mm... you damn-" Emeritus grumbles, aggressively shifting the king away from his opponent.

"He can't hear." Omega yawns, covering his mouth with a shoulder clearly not his own.

"Who cares? I'm losing."

"Because you put your pawn back, and your rook forward."

Terzo looked at the board and obeyed Omega. He's successfully eaten someone else's knight, so it's only a matter of time.

"Bleh" the pale face crinkled from the acid, "Give me another." and Omega put another slice into the newly kissed mouth before putting one for himself as well:

"Really yuck."

"Mhm," Terzo swallowed with pleasure, "Got any more?" Omega had three more tangerine. There were three, but two survived, for he sat on one, which made Terzo laugh for a long time instead of checkmating the man.

They won that game.

[front-facing-pokemon]

[unproduciblesmackdown]

no, More active effort, More conscious consideration

[tunneldweller]

#I need everyone who wants to push independent really think about this #Yes Biden sucks #Yes he doesn't fulfill many of his promises #But #One man will load the deck with right wing judges who want me (and probably you too) dead and/or with no rights #There's a chain reaction to who is presidency #And we can't let some alt right fascist freak like. Continue to put judges in place that just mow down rights and are fully corrupt?? #Yes the two party system sucks #Yes it needs change #But we gotta prevent an inevitable disaster before we can actually fix shit

[nightingale-prompts]

The Nightingale Family-DC x DP prompt

(Shameless Addams family inspired prompt)

News travels fast in Gotham, especially in affluent circles. A new family has arrived in the city, old money at that. They had taken up residents in the old mansion overlooking the Historic Gotham Graveyard.

The Nightingales had a way of letting their presence be known. They were rarely seen in public. The eldest Jasmine Nightingale however had made waves working at the Gotham Asylum as a psychologist. She was often escorted by her younger brother Dan Nightingale. The public really started talking when Jazz was seen talking with Harley Quinn.

There were two children that lived in the Nightingale manor. They were elusive to say the least as the family didn't attend the parties of Gotham.

It wasn't until Damian Wayne got an invite from his classmate Danielle to visit their manor that someone saw the lives of Nightingales. This invite had been received after Damian carefully befriended the youngest Nightingale to investigate their connections.

That's how the Waynes ended up at a dinner party.

The manor was bleak to say the least and that's saying something in Gotham. The buildingbwas made from black stones and gargoyles perched on the roof. The garden was wilted and full of thrones that crept up the walls.

Bruce felt a sense of Deja vu as he approached the door and rang the bell. Tower bells rang out as the face of Jasmine Nightingale appeared. She was dressed in black dress pants and blazer. Her lips were painted to match. Her red hair had a striking white streak through it which had become a fashion trend since the family's arrival to girls wanting to seem mysterious.

"Good Evening. It is so nice to meet the infamous Waynes." She shook Bruce's hand. Behind her, the sounds of clanking metal was heard. "That is just my younger siblings playing. You don't you boys join while I talk to your father.

Despite only being a fresh-faced 20 year old Jazz carried herself like a confident adult. A certified genius in psychology who graduated early she also handled the inmates at the Asylum well enough that escapes are at an all time low.

"She's got it all" was what Harley said.

Bruce's admiration of the young lady was only matched by his suspicion. The house the Nightingales lived y had once belonged to the Al Ghouls. There was no telling yet if there was a connection.

He took a seat in the living room with Jazz tea already prepared. She poured two cups of black tea. Not black as in the type of tea but the color of the drink. Bruce cautiously sniffed the black liquid, it smelled earthy and acidic. Poison.

"Do you like it? I made it myself. I added the belladonna myself. It has a sweet taste so you don't need sugar. The kids have sweet tooths but we avoid added sugars. They love nightshade." She smiled drinking.

Bruce put the cup down. So they drink poison at a young age. They must be part of The League of Assassins. But why are they here?

"If you don't mind me asking. Why did you move to Gotham? Your parents-" Jazz put a hand up as she finished her cup.

"Mr. Wayne I'm sure you are no stranger to parents leaving before their time nor the concept that not all parents deserve children. Now I can't confirm or deny if that is the case for use but you can understand that it's a private matter." Jazz said sternly.

That wasn't an answer.

Upstairs Danny and Danielle played with Elle's new toys. Swords from Dan's trip to Portugal. He even sharpened them. They were currently tearing through the mansion.

Tim and Damian caught them while Danny had successfully pinned Elle to the ground.

"Dami! Help!" Elle yelled catching Danny off guard as Damian tackled Danny to the ground.

"Alright, alright. You can go next." Danny rolling Damian off him and passing him the sword. "Im taking a break."

Danny loved playing with his little sister but baby games are tiring.

"They let you play with swords," Tim exclaimed. This wasn't something he expected, sure it was normal for Damian but Damian is weird and was raised by assassins. Damian didn't do it for fun, it was training.

Damian and Danielle ran off while fencing.

"You must be one of the Waynes. Elle has been excited to have your brother over." Danny said politely if not a bit dismissive.

"Eh, yeah. Your sister said we should join you." Tim said a bit awkward. " You have another brother right?"

"Oh, yeah. He travels alot but he's relaxing right now. He's probably swimming." Danny shrugged.

Tim had heard of Danny. They went to the same school but Danny was part of a program that allowed him to come to school when he felt like it. The program is for young engineers who want to work for Wayne Industries. He mostly worked on small experimental projects. So far Danny's superconductor tech was revolutionary but impossible to replicate. Danny somehow managed to make a more effective coolant than anything they had created in the lab.

"You have a pool?" Tim knew that the mansion didn't have a pool.

"Of water? No." Danny shrugged but gave no further answer.

"I see, so what do you do?" Tim tried to sound normal like he was talking to his friends and not someone he was trying to probe.

"Anything, everything. I was going to recalibrate my telescope but I have a laser to test." Danny walked off expecting Tim to follow.

Testing was just cut a bunch of things in half. Tim got some great info on making an explosive ice canister and foam bombs. Tim made sure to get his number to hire him to make some gear for him.

The Nightingale kids were absolutely lawless. They destroyed everything in their path.

Elle had dragged Damian to her room to show off her toys. She used to travel with Dan until she started school. She picked up a bunch of items. Cult artifacts, shrunken heads, voodoo dolls, cursed puppets, knives, swords, and the homemade taxidermy Elle made from roadkill. She also had a pet dodo bird named Ernesto who had a bed next to her bed. Ernesto took a liking to Damian and sat on his head. The way he shows his affection

Soon enough Dan came upstairs to check on Elle and Danny.

"You kids, need to get ready for dinner. Sharpen your nails and teeth." He said before going back to the kitchen.

"What does that mean?" Damian asked.

"You don't sharpen your nails. Well good luck at dinner." Elle said bemused.

Dinner was...horrifying. Watching the family chat happily as they ripped apart the moving food as it came to life. Damian was actually excited as he skewered the cheese and broccoli casserole that screamed at him.

"Father, why can't we do this at our home?" He asked.

[lay-z]

Simon Riley appreciates a healthy routine.

Neither Gaz nor Soap can quite tell what is stranger their Lieutenant declining to go for a pint after touching ground back on base or the sight of him furiously typing away on the cracked screen of his phone since they got some proper cell service.

They keep sitting in their respective seats on the plane, quietly observing Ghost and Captain Price for the past hours like they're some nearly extinct animals they shouldn't dare to startle; trying to gauge the latter's reaction, though that hint of a knowing smile barely hidden behind a coarse beard is only confusing them more.

It's as if Price has found the answer to a riddle that his Sergeants aren't even fully aware of.

Almost immediately, they lose sight of the sneaky Lieutenant as soon as the plane lands on the tarmac and once the tired soldiers receive permission to sign out for a long weekend after spending the last eight weeks deployed, travelling places no one else wants to go.

And of course, the lads think that Ghost has simply had enough of their bullshite, that the naturally aloof man is feeling too agitated and overwhelmed to linger, even though the mission was finished successfully. Perhaps he made arrangements with some working lady to get it out of his system (Soap's words, "Who else would the bloody geezer be textin' to, eh?"), or perhaps he's already being called in for a single op by Laswell.

They don't see the signs their Captain has picked up on a while ago when it comes to the closed-off Lieutenant.

The hushed phone conversations behind a closed office door, the more frequent rummaging for a phone that he usually didn't spare a glance at for hours on end, a spring in his step after suddenly spending more weekends off base, eating homemade biscuits from a Tupperware box that surely isn't his while doing his paperwork, pushing himself harder at the gym with a kind of natural energy that comes with higher testosterone levels, humming on his way back from a terrible training session with a squadron of rookies.

Yes, the signs are all quite obvious to a happily married man like John Price, because he remembers the honeymoon phase with his wife in the beginning of their relationship all too well.

Meanwhile, Simon manages the one hour long drive from base to your flat downtown in 37 minutes, and he takes the fact that he got caught speeding in stride. And what if he loses his driver's license? He's broken much worse laws in his lifetime than driving without legal documents.

The spare key to your home that you've gifted him with, feels heavier than all his tac gear combined as it rests in his jeans pocket heavy with meaning and responsibility, a reminder that he's found a new purpose in his life.

He sheds and leaves his gear and dirty fatigues in his truck, and he takes three steps at once as he rushes upstairs to your flat with single-minded focus, excitement and adrenaline equally coursing through his veins as if he's about to seize a hostile target by himself.

The familiar front door closes behind him with a soft click, and then he's greeted by peace and quiet.

Instead of finding fear or annoyance, Simon is met by raw happiness and adoration as he watches your eyes light up once you notice his presence all curled up and cozy on your couch.

"Hi!"

His socked feet make no noise as he approaches you over the carpeted floor.

"I didn't expect you for another hour," you tell him, even though he very well remembers what time he'd told you he'd arrive, though he had added two hours to that time frame just so he wouldn't disappoint you if he didn't make it.

"Your dinner is ah!"

Simon picks you up with practiced ease, and your little shriek of surprise dissolves in a fit of melodic giggles. Bulky arms wrap around your body and cradle you to his chest bridal style as he carries you towards the bedroom with simmering urgency.

The words he mumbles as explanation come out gruff and harsh, oafish even, but you can't help and feel utterly smitten by them: "Bed. Now."

You're dropped onto the mattress without warning, and the way you laugh again makes Simon's chest hurt with how hard his bloody heart flutters.

And then you're already reaching out for him right when he joins you, mattress dipping beneath his added weight as he drapes himself over the full length of your body; slotting his meaty thigh between your legs until he can lay down more comfortably on top of you like a weighted blanket.

"Can you rub my shoulders? Please?"

His voice is muffled as he nuzzles his flushed face in the crook of your neck. Sometimes, it still feels forbidden to ask for something so mundane from the person he would die for.

"Yeah, sure. Can I take off your mask?"

You can carve out his heart with a butter knife if you'd like, but he chooses to keep that to himself for now while the fact that you're asking for his consent again makes his head feel fuzzy and his arms tighten around your warm, welcoming frame reflexively.

Simon nods. "Aye, take it off f'me."

The cloth is gently removed when he manages to lift his head up before letting it drop back into the crook of your neck, and then your fingers card through his short, disheveled strands of dirty blonde hair; blunt nails scratching lightly at his skull until a full-body shudder runs along his spine.

It's heavenly.

It's more than he ever wanted and everything he never even dared to wish for.

It's a routine he's managed to build up with you from scratch.

Strangers to lovers, and he will never let you go now that he's sunken his sharpened claws into your willing flesh.

Yet he is but a tamed kitten in your tender embrace. Just a man enjoying and craving the simplest and purest form of affection right in this moment, stripped bare from his demons as you keep them off his back with your sheer, golden presence.

"You're safe now, Si. I missed you so much, baby," you coo into his ear, and his brain fills with cotton while he noses along your pulse point, breathing in your calming scent.

Then he feels the gentle press of your lips against his temple while your warm palms stroke and rub along his back, and he melts into a vulnerable puddle, exhausted eyes finally fluttering shut.

"Missed ya, too, pet," he murmurs gruffly, chapped lips brushing over your sensitive skin. "M'not gonna move f'a while, yeah?"

And Simon barely registers your answer when he's already drifting off into a dreamless slumber, allowing himself to cling to your body like a needy child while soaking up the warmth and comfort you're giving him oh so willingly.

He's home.

[writersdrug]

My brain is open to your bartender Ghost thoughts

Give me them all 🙏

Lordy this au isn't even an hour old and I have so many thoughts

He doesn't really know what to expect when you come in the morning after the interview. At eight am sharp, he watches as you trudge inside, wearing ripped tights, shorts, knock off combat boots, and a baggy shirt that's messily tucked into your waistline. It looks like you had put on eye liner last night and gone to bed, black lines smudged in a perfect "bedhead" look.

"Really?" He asks, arms folded and muscles buddging. "Come t' the interview in a skirt 'n dress shirt, n' show up t' the first shift lookin' like a wannabe biker chick?"

You scoff, pulling your hair up into a bun. "Didn't realize I'd be walking into the asscrack of "The Devil Wears Prada"..."

He huffs and shakes his head. You hve tough skin - good.

He had Soap come in early that day - poor man usually worked between 4 pm 'til whenever Ghost decided to close. He's still rubbing his eyes and yawning when a pen and spiral notepad are shoved into your hands, Simon pushing you towards towards the cook's table with a hand on your back.

"Hey, welcome to the 141." You say, no attempt at politeness in your tone. Ghost huffs fondly, appreciating how you cut through the bullshit. "Any appetizers today?"

"None o' that keech," Soap says, squeezing his eyes shut and pinching his brow. "Canna have a rusty nail 'n th' smash grunded, wel doon 'n with the bun scud - cannae stand th' aoli. Chips oan the side."

You stare at him, eyes wide in disbelief, before turning to Ghost. "Do they all sound like that?"

He grunts. "If they're drunk."

"Are you drunk?" You ask Soap.

"Feck if I know, tryin' tae figure it oot myself." He groans.

Ghost helps you decipher the words Soap had vomited out. You successfully punch it into the POS, only needing a few pointers from the giant over your shoulder. For the rest of the morning amd afternoon, he taeaches you which button on the soda gun was which, the difference between tonic water and club soda, how to run the industrial sanitizer - with a "ye best make sure that shite is rinsed 'fore ye stick em in there" from Soap - where the new kegs go when Gaz brings them in, where to find napkins and condiments in the walkin, how to cut fruit for the bar, and lastly, how to split your tips.

"But why do I have to pay you?" You ask Ghost, sitting at a table with your calculator app on your phone and a basket of fries between the two of you. "You make loads of tips just pouring liquor."

He chuckles, watching you pop a fry into your mouth. "'N you get a cut of sales from the kitchen, since you're part of it."

You perk up at that. "I do?"

"Seven percent." He confirms. "A decent payout on weekends."

"And Soap doesn't get tips."

"Johnny boy gets paid by th' hour."

"I don't?"

"If ya do well enough, ya won't have to." He says, resting his meaty forearms on the table. "You'll be walkin' out with hundreds."

You chew your lip nervously; Simon's eyes linger on the movement, shifting his weight - the polyester seat creaks beneath him as he observes you fretting silently, the silence only broken by the sound of Soap prepping in the kitchen. "Don' worry too much 'bout it. You're young - jus' keep a smile on 'n you'll be fine. Soap 'n I got your back tonight, but I'm not pickin' up your slack after the week passes."

The fry you're steering towards your mouth falls to the table as Simon stands up. "Tonight?!" You exclaim, shimmying out of the booth.

"Yep. Sixteen hundred."

You glance at your phone. "That's in an hour!" There are kegs stacked by the front door, unpolished and enrolled silverware on the bar top, and half of the chairs are still stacked on the countertops.

"Best get to work then, hmm?" Ghost says, grabbing a container of lemons and moving behind the bar.

[erwinsvow]

we need more moment where shy!reader was studying and practicing new things to show rafe!! ik that girl is so kinky and it’s always the shy girls <33

YESS omg i srsly love that drabble when i reread it im like she was cookin.. i feel like shes the type to try to prep herself with a dildo bc she can never take all of rafe but imagine he found it n was like ?!!?

really—your boyfriend was too big. it was excessive, and though you could never find the words to tell him to stop or slow down—mostly because you didn't want him to—he always did anyways.

no matter how much you insisted that you could take all of him, rafe didn't like to listen. so you were stuck in a conundrum, and your choices were either lying to your boyfriend that it didn't hurt or accepting the fact that he'll never be as rough with you as you want.

you were willing to sit down and accept a lot of things without a fight—but this was not one of them.

one discreetly wrapped delivery later, you had yourself your very own rafe-sized dildo—a pretty pink color and of such a size that it had your insides churning with anticipation. about half an hour later with the use of some lube and lots of work, you were successfully able to fit about three-fourths. it wasn't perfect, yet, but it was a work in progress.

you didn't want to overdo it and end up insanely sore either, and you were beginning to realize even half was enough to have you cumming over and over again. so much so that you almost forgot about the date you had planned with rafe for that night—scrambling to get up and get ready.

that night, after a nice date and way too much ice cream, you realized you were too fucked out from your afternoon activity to go for another round for rafe. it was no big deal—except it happened the next day. then the day after that. and the one after that.

you had mastered the rafe-sized dildo, and you could take the entire thing after week of practice. but it also meant that it had been a full week without your boyfriend fucking you—something that hadn't happened since you had lost your virginity to him.

a little too clueless around rafe like always, you hadn't realized anything was wrong. rafe was on edge—pent up and unable to keep taking out his frustration on the golf course after almost breaking one of his clubs—but you didn't really notice.

you were waiting for tonight, after another date to show him your new-found skills, but of course, he didn't know that.

getting ready in your bathroom, blasting music and doing your makeup, you don't even hear the door open to your bedroom. rafe came to get you early, knowing you would need more time but way too antsy to wait alone in his car.

he sits on your bed, listening to the muffled music from behind the closed door. he's not impatient with you and hardly ever like this, but the current situation had left him more desperate to see you than usual.

leaning against your headboard, he feels something under your pillow. lifting it to move whatever it was—knowing you, the book you had been reading last night—his jaw clenches when he sees it. a dildo. not just any dildo—a huge dildo. under your pillow like you'd just been using it or something.

the pillow stays in his hand but he has an overwhelming urge to chuck it across the room. was this the reason the two of you hadn't had sex in a week? were you finding pleasure from some stupid toy instead of him?

"rafe?" you ask, stepping out of the bathroom and staring at the scene in front of you with big eyes. you're distractingly pretty everyday but even more so today with a short skirt and done-up face for the date he's not sure if he'll be taking you on.

your face burns with humiliation—stupidly realizing you hadn't put the damn thing away after last night. rafe is looking at you and then looking back at your bed, his fist tight around your pillow.

"um, i-"

"do you wanna explain? i'll give you five fuckin' seconds to explain-"

"no, it's not what it looks like-"

"really, kid? what it looks like is you're fuckin' this stupid thing instead of me. y'know, i'll just fuck off and you can have fun-"

rafe stands, not really angry but still sounding like he is. it's more pent-up frustration bubbling up, but you rush over to him anyways, looking so panicked he feels bad the second he said anything. he can't stay mad at you for longer than a minute.

"it's not what it looks like, i swear-"

"what is it then, huh?"

"i was just practicing! i was just trying to get better for you. see, it's yours." you motion to the toy still on the bed.

"huh?" rafe asks, looking between you and the bed.

"it's you. see. it's like... your size. um-" you get flustered again, shutting up in the fear that you've just said something to rafe that you should have kept to yourself. "i'm.. sorry?"

"no you're not."

"no, but i feel bad. are your feelings hurt? i'm sorry."

when rafe glances back at you, tearing his gaze away from the bright pink that's beginning to hurt his eyes, he realizes how sad you look, thinking you've done something to upset him.

"no, m'fine. just.. tell me next time. it was a jump scare."

"okay.." you stay still infront of him, awkwardly playing with your hands waiting for him to say something. you're a little concerned rafe's still upset, but he doesn't seem to look it, rather looking at you expectedly.

"what?" you question immediately, eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

"what? get on the bed. you've had enough practice. time for the real thing."

[nkjemisin]

Fiction is not reality

Got three or four asks lately about an old Le Guin-inspired short story, "The Ones Who Stay and Fight." Did somebody post an article or something? I haven't gotten any alerts that would explain the sudden interest. (Did see one annoying AI-written summary that hallucinated new characters into it and said I'd written it in 1973, when I would've been one year old. Don't use AI for lit crit, folks.)

Anyway, rather than answer them individually, I'll post this as a collective response.

All of the asks were about the story's meaning, in one way or another, so I'll start there -- but. Y'all. The author is usually the worst person to ask about what their work means; haven't you heard that the author is dead? We're too close to our own work to do good analysis. I can tell you what inspired it, or what I was thinking while I wrote it, but that doesn't mean I put all that into the story, or successfully got across whatever did make it in. Pretty often my writing doesn't mean anything; it's just something I need to get out of my head.

The asks seem to center on whether I actually intended Um-Helat to be a utopia, and -- no. I thought it was pretty obviously a dystopia, actually, like Omelas... but then I constantly run into people who describe Omelas as a utopia, so maybe the problem lies with people's definition of "utopia." (Personally I don't believe utopias are possible IRL. Anytime you've got more than one person in a society, their respective visions of an "ideal" society will vary, and sometimes conflict.) I was exploring my own struggle with envisioning a society free of bigotry, and Le Guin's narrative -- which gently pokes at the reader's skepticism and jadedness -- spoke to me in that moment of need. So I decided to do some poking of my own, from a different angle, to see if that helped clarify anything for me. I liked the result enough to publish it in How Long Til Black Future Month, tho it's since been reprinted in many places.

That said, a couple of the asks went to a weird place, and I feel like I need to address it. You folks do know that a story's narrative voice is not the same as the author's voice, right? So for example, in "The Ones Who Walk Away From Omelas," the omniscient first-person narrator of the story is not Le Guin. What that narrator believes is not necessarily what Le Guin believes, or vice versa. She didn't tell you about the abused child in Omelas because she thought it was A-OK to abuse kids as scapegoats/representations of the evils of the world. Likewise, I didn't tell you about the traumatized child in Um-Helat because I think it's A-OK to stab possible bigots. The narrator is another part of the story. It's fiction, not an essay, or a confessional.

It feels weird to have to say this, because it seems so obvious to me... but we are on the "piss on the poor" site, after all, in a time when critical thinking is under literal attack from The Powers That Be, so I guess I gotta. I do not stab people, not even bigots. I am not pro-stabbing or pro-childhood trauma. I am somewhat pro-transdimensional-travel, but that's neither here nor there.

Oh -- and sidenote, but I've been ridiculously busy lately, and I'm working through the backlog of asks very slowly. If you've sent in something, I will hopefully get to it within a month or two. Hopefully.

[genshingorlsrevengeance]

Hey! Can I make a request for a s/o that tries to get Arlecchino/Yelan/Eula/Shenhe to laugh?

(Genshin Impact/H:SR) Arlecchino, Yelan, Eula, Shenhe, Herta, Hanya, and Fugue's S/O trying to get them to laugh

HERTA JUMPSCARE!

Arlecchino is more amused by the fact S/O is trying to get her to laugh rather than anything they directly do.

Which is to be commended, whether out of bravery or some form of perceived death wish by others.

(Arlecchino) "...S/O, what are you doing?"

S/O was currently dressed in a ridiculous duck outfit, with many of the children at the House looking at them in disbelief, laughing and also wanting to play with them.

(S/O) "Um...being funny?"

She glances the outfit up and down, the only expression being made was the raise of a single eyebrow.

(S/O) "Is it working?"

(Arlecchino) "In some capacity, yes."

Arlecchino replied in the most deadpan voice imaginable.

She isn't entirely made of stone, but because it amuses her, she doesn't really change her usual stoic expression at S/O's shenanigans.

She does however find it somewhat sweet.

Result: Task failed successfully!

Yelan is pretty easy to amuse, though not in the way most people imagine.

She can "laugh" along to what people say, but that's usually to blend in to her job.

When it comes to actually genuinely laughing, she has a different means to do that.

Letting S/O roll her dice.

(S/O) "HOW IN THE HELL DID I GET SIX ONES IN A ROW?!"

Yelan immediately bursts into laughter from their anger, seeing this was the sixth time they had rolled, and decided that she was going to stay home instead of going out for dinner.

(S/O) "Did you weigh these damn things?!"

(Yelan) "Of course not, that's just how they roll."

(S/O) "MY FOOT!"

They usually tried to get her to laugh at some dumb jokes, which sometimes works, but this is a surefire way to get her almost wheezing. Not that S/O was actively trying here, but it counts!

Result: Girlfriend laughing, Success!

Eula's heart was not made of stone, despite what she told others (Even as a joke).

Especially when it came to S/O, her cold, standoffish personality crumbled the moment they gave her any type of affection.

Moreso when they actively tried being stupid to get her to giggle.

(S/O) "Eula!"

She looked up from the book she was reading, only the two of them inside her living room.

(Eula) "S/O? What is it?"

(S/O) "Check it out!-"

S/O was wearing an outfit Amber had personally made them, beaming at them with a smile.

Bearing a rather striking resemblance to-

(S/O) "Mark my words, vengeance will be mine!"

Herself.

(Eula) "...Pfft!-"

Eula immediately folded, laughing with one hand going to her mouth.

(Eula) "How long have you been holding onto that to make a joke?"

(S/O) "About a month."

Result: Girlfriend laughing, Success!

Shenhe is stonefaced like, 99% of the time. She understands some humor, but trying to get her to emote any other time is a fool's errand.

One that S/O still attempts!

Jokes were out of the question, so were a bunch of other the usual methods.

Instead, they try a tried and true method!

S/O tickled Shenhe, and her hand instantly caught S/O's wrist within half a second.

(Shenhe) "What are you doing?"

(S/O) "Trying to make you to laugh!"

Shenhe gently released their hand, and tilted her head curiously.

(Shenhe) "...Very well. You may try again."

Shenhe, mentally, is happy with S/O just doing couple shenanigans with them, though she never showed it.

Result: Failed, kinda...?

Herta can laugh, though it's not exactly anything that S/O, much less other people, can comprehend.

And trying to get Herta to laugh can both be the easiest and hardest thing to do.

Trying to tell a joke or show her some dumb picture?

Vetoed, blocked, denied, not funny, didn't laugh, also you're stupid-

In other words, normal humor doesn't really work on humor.

But in an experiment?

(S/O) "H-Herta?! Am I supposed to be feeling so...floaty?"

(Herta) "Yes yes, normal side effects besides...Oh yes, spontaneously imploding."

(S/O) "SPONTAENOUS-WHAT?!"

Herta's laugh immediately fills the room, with her waving a hand dismissively.

(Herta) "Relax, I'm joking...Mostly."

(S/O) "So...any idea when I'll come back to the floor?"

(Herta) "Hm, most likely in a few hours. Worry not, I'll get my puppets to tie you down to a railing."

Her smile persisted, so that was at least some comfort.

Result: Girlfriend laughing, Success! Now, get back to drinking those elixirs, Herta needs results!

Given Hanya's life experiences and role as a Judge of the Ten-Lords, humor is pretty hard to come by.

Though that does not stop her S/O from trying!

...And failing pretty miserably at that.

(Hanya) "S/O? What is that?"

(S/O) "I...think it's for a bath, but it's consisting of peppers?"

(Hanya) "You do not intend for us to use that, do you?"

(S/O) "Mostly for me. I was betting someone that I could get you to laugh if I used it."

(Hanya) "I do not think that harming yourself in such capacity would get me to laugh."

(S/O) "Only one way to find out, eh?"

Though S/O was smiling, Hanya was not so easily amused.

...

(Hanya) "Well, your scream was certainly unexpected."

(S/O) "Agh, and so was this burning sensation...! Did it work?"

Hanya had the faintest smirk on her lips.

(Hanya) "I didn't know your pitch could get that high."

Result: Girlfriend laughing, Success!

Fugue was still able to find pleasures from her past life just as enjoyable, chief among them being S/O.

And though they had only the faintest idea of what she was fully going through, getting her to smile was their top priority.

Even if the result made them look like an utter idiot.

That was worth it just to get her to laugh and have that light in her eyes again.

Fugue eyed the bowl S/O had gotten with a suspicious look, noting the red broth.

She couldn't quite place her finger on it, but something in her conscious was screaming something was wrong.

(Fugue) "S/O...Is that spicy?"

(S/O) "Sure is!"

(Fugue) "Can you eat spicy food?"

(S/O) "Kinda? I'm not allergic but it'll make me sweat a lot!"

Before she could question it further, S/O took one bite of the noodles with a pair of chopsticks, before their eyes shot open.

(S/O) "H-HOT! HOT!"

Fugue was stunned for a moment, only to begin laughing afterwards, watching their exaggerated reactions as they rushed to grab water.

(Fugue) "If you just wanted to entertain me, S/O, you could have just brought me to a show."

After rushing back to their seat and drinking the entire can, they gave her a tired smile.

(S/O) "Hah, where's the fun in that...?!"

Result: Girlfriend laughing, Success!

[theeroins]

If I say that I'm not used to people misinterpreting my favorite characters, I'd be lying. But the way they get so many things wrong about Inho's character is kinda pissing me off because you KNOW that most of them do it to cancel out the possibility of InHun being *something* more than what's shown so far. You don't ship them, that's fair, frankly I don't care. Everyone's entitled to their own opinion UNTIL your opinion is wrong.

Let's talk about a couple of things I've seen being talked about on tiktok (🙄)

“Inho joined the games because ilnam said that it'd basically be more fun to play than to watch so he followed his example." loud incorrect buzzer ! Inho has joined the games before, and not only that, he's also a previous winner, so therefore he's very much aware of what it's like to be a part of it, he's experienced them first hand, just like he's experienced the atrocities of it. they've changed him for the worst and possibly caused him a huge trauma —they're the reason he's lost faith in humanity after all— so, why would he crave to relive it just for the thrill of it? i, personally doubt he even enjoys watching the game.

“Inho didn't look at Gihun with love, he likes to watch him suffer” Short answer is no. He doesn't like to watch him suffer, neither he looked at him with love, not the pure kind of love at least. Two things can be true at once. Inho spent half the season staring at Gihun because everything about the man intrigued him; His determination, his stubbornness, his kindness, his hope, his heart that's full of love despite the pain he suffered, even the pain in his eyes every time someone got eliminated in front of him as if it was the first time it had happened, as if the cruelty of it all surprised him every damn time. How can someone, who's been through the same things Inho has been through, be the polar opposite of him?

now, the reason(s) that I think Inho actually joined the games for..

(yes I am an Inhun shipper, does that make my opinion a little biased? maybe. do i still believe I'm right? absofuckinglutely.)

Let me clarify this: Inho is NOT a good man, no matter the redemption arc he might get in s3, he'll continue to be a terrible person because nothing will ever erase the blood he's spilled and the evil men he's worked for. BUT at the same time, he's not ALL bad, not like the VIPS and ilnam. See, Inhun are the average "yin-yang" trope in fictional romance, (which I eat up every time and I find it very interesting when it's done the right way, don't get me wrong) Inho is bad but there's some goodness somewhere deep inside him. And the only person who's brought it to the surface is Gihun. Sure, he does think Gihun is naive, but he's also the only person who's actually challenged him, who's "forced" him to get his stupid head out of the dirt and look around him, even for a short while and Inho definitely liked what he saw. Honestly, it wasn't even that hard for Gihun to do so because the goodness in Inho wanted and waited for someone to pull him out of the dirt, he wished for someone, something to give him hope for humanity or.. anything. Anything that'll help him escape from his misery.

You can definitely argue that he joined the games to befriend Gihun, to gain his trust and stop his plans when the time comes, which is half true. But keep in mind that he needed to justify his choice to join the games. He's not a VIP nor the mastermind to simply get to do that without consequences. He's the frontman, the one who controls and manages everything. He's needed for the games to work and go by smoothly and successfully without unnecessary losses and problems. Gihun would only cause problems, Inho knew that very well and yet he chose to put him in it once again. He recklessly made that choice, risking pretty much everything because of his inner conflict. A part of him wanted Gihun to prove himself to him, that there's indeed good that'll save the world and the rest of him wanted to prove to Gihun that everything he so strongly believes in is merely a fantasy.

Joining the games and befriending Gihun was the only way for Inho to see the real him, without the heroic mask he puts on every time he faces the frontman. I think he believed that someone as extraordinary as Gihun will either break in front of him and he will end up disappointed by the human kind once again, or Gihun will change everything about the way he thinks for the better. But the problem is that Inho hopes for both of those things at the same time.

And that was Inho's arc in season 2. His inner conflict and how it will affect him, the game and Gihun later on.

[ohburgee]

Hiii Burgee!! How are you? I hope you’re doing well :-) im here to send in a request since they are open, and I adore your writing so much!! keep up the good work!

May I request (separately) 1x4 & Mafioso X GN! Reader romantic headcanons? This is pretty basic but I wanted to see what you would cook up for these two gentlemen :P

Thank you!!!

I appreciate your concern. And yes I'm perfectly fine and doing well :D Here are my headcanons for these two gentlemen. I'm a bit new to this kind of writing and didn't do headcanons, but I hope you get what you're looking for :) Also thank you for your request <3

1x1x1x1 x GN!Reader

⟡ As a survivor, it's part of the killer to kill all survivors, but there's someone he doesn't want to kill, you. You are his survivor, his lover, when you are fixing the generator with the others helping you, he just grabbed them and left you there fixing the generator by yourself, and 1x smiled at you and kissed you on your head before he massacred others.

⟡ When someone tried to hurt you or call you useless from another survivor, well, that survivor will be dead first when the game started, and he will take the head and put it on one of the generators, making you and others see it, he will proudly smile at you. Don't ever try to hurt the ruthless killer's lover. (inspired from my 1x first story).

⟡ When there are three survivors left, and 1x kill the two and leave you behind, when he catches you, he will admire you for a minute and slowly caress his finger to your face and brush it through your hair and carry you with him, well prepare what's to come. He is not going to let you go. He doesn't mind you being left from the game, he told the host that you're going to have a long time with him.

⟡ Now you're both alone in his dimension, he treats you like a person he treasures the most. He gave you anything you want, but not the choice to go home. He will let you both cuddle together and yap about his skills, (In my mind that 1x loves flexing himself), and after that, you both sleep, but he will stay up to admire you silently and pepper kisses to your face, and kiss your lips and whisper good night to you.

Mafioso x GN!Reader

⟡ Well this guy is very overprotective towards what his, when someone tried to hurt you (just like 1x) He will kill that person first when the game started, he also making them as a trophy just like 1x but he wanted you to see it first and he will smiled and walk away from the shadow.

⟡ Well, straight forward, when the game ended, he won the game and he will take you with him, you are his prize, even though you are already his, but he wants to make sure that you are his as he carried you and kissed your arm like a man who marking you. He will bring you to his humble big mansion and make you his comfort. He just needs something to soothe his stress from the debtors and the survivors.

⟡ He will just hug you all day and letting you caressing his head and he will also do the same to you when he wants to do something like shooting, he will brought you to his shooting range and teach you to fire a gun (in my mind Mafioso has guns collection) he will brought his hand to your arm as you straighten your aim and when you successfully bulls eye he will kissed your cheek and praising you.

⟡ Now this goofy times with him when he ordered pizza and let you both eat on his office, he will yap about his stress and hatred from the people who have debts and you just have to listened and what's romantic on this he let you sat on his lap as you both eating and let you sat on his table as he sat on his chair as he talks about how you caught him attached to you and how he loves about you, he loves to share what he feels from you.

[miyukisu]

I Might Bite .ᐟ

❤︎ | Resorting to dirty measures like biting your superior during sparring usually doesn't end without you having a taste of your own medicine... (2.6k wc) ╰ feat. Hoshina Soshiro (Kn8) x afab! reader

kinktober entry no. 2 | kinktober masterlist

tags - subordinate! reader, biting, marking, spanking, pussy slaps, humiliation & punishment, Hoshina's kinda mean, fingering, p in v, creampies, swearing

minors do not interact

The recent uptick of kaiju attacks over the city has every member of the JAKDF on edge. No one knows when the next attack is coming or if they'll live to see their next birthday. The atmosphere in the Tachikawa base specifically felt odd. Most were hopeless, but then there was you.

You weren't the strongest by any means, but you believed that if it came to being persistent—you'd be the best. It showed; after all, you trained your ass off even in your off hours.

There were times you bled and shed a tear, but you never stopped. Your fellow officers often told you to slow down. But there was one person who always watched from the sidelines—silently observing how you improved every night that you would sneak away into the training rooms.

It was none other than your superior, Hoshina Soshiro.

The vice captain didn't seem all too interested to be invested in the lives of the officers. Frankly, he had better things to do. But the rookie that worked themselves to the bone had successfully caught his eye. There was something about them that reminded him of himself. In many ways, he was drawn to that fiery spirit.

Not a lot of recruits had your determination and he was more than willing to foster that. What kind of vice captain would he be if he didn't help you in honing your skills?

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You stared, dumbfounded, at the fox eyed man in front of you.

"Ya heard me right the first time," he insisted.

You gulp down. "Well... I'm certainly not going to refuse your offer, sir. I was just making sure I understood what you said."

"I told ya—I'll help ya train every night. I meant it."

Finding out that your superior knew you have been violating the curfew had you expecting the worst. But Hoshina's reaction was rather unforeseen.

Instead of making you run laps or do cleaning duty—he offered to train with you during your night sessions. It made sense; training with someone better than you would allow you to improve at faster speeds. The choice was a no-brainer.

"Alright... thank you, sir."

Hoshina simply nodded before walking away from you, satisfied that you were cooperative with his ideas.

"Sir!"

He turns around with a small smile. "Yes?"

"When do we start?"

"Have ya skipped a day before?"

"...No, not really."

His smile widens. "Ya have yer answer then."

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Labored breaths filled the training room—though, most of it came from you. Hoshina barely broke a sweat throughout your entire sparring session. It wasn't shocking anymore at this point.

You estimate that it's already about two weeks since he has started joining you in your training. Not once have you won against him.

At first, it felt quite motivating—knowing that you had so much to improve. But as days go by, it becomes depressing how you can never even land a good hit on him.

You weren't fit to face a kaiju with how things stand and it crushed your once blazing spirits.

With your chest heaving and your vision blurring, you continued to anticipate his next move. You figured he'd at least cut you some slack after seeing the massive difference in skill, but he was merciless. You didn't even fight back as he tackled you to the ground.

Hoshina Soshiro wasn't just talented with a blade, but also with his bare hands. Who would have thought he knew grappling as well? He easily put you in a rear naked choke and you felt your airway quickly constrict.

He taught you that if you couldn't even handle basic hand-to-hand combat—then you'd be nothing doing anything else. Besides, before ending your session with the usual bare knuckled fighting, he trained you with swords and other weapons... in which you couldn't beat him in either.

Going up against him was futile. You absorbed his teachings like a sponge, but when it came to applying them—all hope is lost.

You were going to pass out soon; you could feel it.

Despite telling yourself that you'd always fight fair and square—you realized that this wasn't the time to be righteous. Virtues, principles—whatever the fuck it is—chucked out the window.

You bit down on his arm—hard. Did you draw blood? Perhaps. But that hardly mattered to you. He finally let go, failing to defeat you completely. Hoshina hissed, checking out the fresh wound you gave him.

Neither could you move or speak. In fact, you kept your back leaning on his chest. Doing anything other than breathing was a bit too much at the moment.

"Ya play dirty, don'cha?" he whispered darkly into your ear.

The thickness and intimidation laced in his voice was enough to reinvigorate your entire being. You took the deepest breath possible before peeling yourself off of him.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to—"

"Of course ya didn't mean ta do that, right?" he cuts you off, lifting you off of the ground with his impressive strength.

"What shall I ever do with ya? Li'l thing bitin' her superior."

You could only stutter out a pathetic apology as he carries you in his arms.

"Nah, don'cha apologize now. Ya must be sick of me treatin' ya like a ragdoll hm?"

He was right, of course. But you weren't about to admit that to him.

Hoshina carried you over to the side of the room where the long metal bench was. Even out of fighting, he continued to treat you like a doll with the way you effortlessly flipped you over. Your stomach pressed against his lap with one of his hands resting on your nape.

You weren't sure where his other hand was, but you soon found out... the hard way.

A sharp slap made its way to your ass. It had you sucking in more air than usual.

"Not even a single yelp huh? Think ya can handle more? Ya need to be punished after all."

Another slap and then another on the other cheek. Tears were starting to brim in your eyes. With the next slap, you finally yelped in pain. Hearing your sharp breaths, he caressed your poor behind in a soothing manner.

"Think ya've repented enough?"

God, you didn't want to sound weak, but a few sniffles escaped you. His question racked your brain, yet not a single good answer came for it. It was a trap and he was steadily luring you in.

You figured—silence was the best response. However, that pissed off the vice captain even more. Hoshina let out a long and deep sigh. He didn't want to do this; he swears. But you just had to push his buttons.

"Not speakin' huh? How many times will ya disrespect yer superior after I've been kind enough ta be trainin' ya every night?"

If you've learned one thing about him these past few sessions—it was that he never gave you time to react. Only now, you're discovering that it applies to things apart from fighting as well.

He slid you off his lap without warning. Soon as you flipped yourself over, the vice captain was already hovering over you with a stern expression on his face.

He inched closer, slowly but steadily. His eyes never left yours and it seemed to have you in a trance because you failed to realize how he had already caged you between his thick arms.

"Sir..." you managed to say between shaky breaths.

"So you can speak?"

Your eyes finally stray from his face, feeling flustered by the proximity.

"Ya should use that mouth of yers fer talkin' —not fer bitin' ," he said. He leaned in to the point that you felt the warmth of his breath against your neck. It was tantalizing—almost paralyzing. "I think ya should get a taste of yer own medicine," he added.

No time was given to protest as he sunk his sharp teeth into your neck. You gasp, hands finding purchase on his arms. He suckled on the tender skin, sure to leave a mark that you'd have to cover up in the morning.

Then another bite came. Your fingers dug into his flesh. It was painful, but oddly arousing. The intoxicating scent he radiated coupled with his fine looks were a recipe for disaster. But the only one being ruined was you.

Perhaps he felt satisfied after two bites, settling on wet kisses scattered on your neck instead. He kept getting lower and lower until he was met with a barrier.

"Lemme get this out of the way, a'ight?" he says before gripping the soft fabric of your black tanktop—ripping it apart. He smirked at the sight, a flimsy lacey bra.

He pushed it up before smashing his face down on your chest, sucking and lightly biting at a sensitive bud. Your hands went from his biceps to his hair, almost pulling out the strands from the roots.

He bit, tugged, and marked you all over again—like he was staking claim. Hoshina made sure to give attention to the other one as well, sucking on the swell of your breast while using his fingers to toy with the other.

Truth be told, he was too excited and immersed in devouring you that he only now became aware of your sounds. It was delightful to say the least. It made him smile as he nipped at the sensitive flesh.

You began to arch your back, needing more of him. But he took this as a sign to go even lower, planting more kisses that trailed down your stomach. He was giving you whiplash with the alternating softness and harshness of his touch.

He looked up at you and saw your dazed expression, unable to even look back at him. This was fine; this was the only time he'd permit a subordinate not looking him in the eye.

For once, you were able to catch your breath and make sense of it all. You returned your gaze to the man above you. He was hovering over you again, looking down with a feral glare. His large hand gripped your thigh.

"Ya know... fer someone bein' disciplined... ya sure look like yer enjoyin' this."

"I'm not," you retorted. But both of you knew the truth.

"Ya challengin' me? Let's see then, shall we?"

He made quick work of the zipper on your pants before pulling it down and throwing it off to God knows where. His eyes opened slightly, zeroing on the damp patch on your panties. Of course, he was right.

"Would ya look at that—yer pussy's all soaked from that. How naughty."

"I... I... um..."

He huffed. "Ya what?"

Slap. He had slapped your pussy. The stinging sensation had you arching your back off of the cold metallic surface of the bench. A soft groan fell from your lips.

He landed another slap. "Look at how wet ya are right now. Ya shouldn't have lied huh?"

As if to soothe you again, he began rubbing his thumb over your poor cunt. "Didn't mean ta make her cry."

Hoshina smirked at his own joke—because who else would appreciate it? Definitely not you; you were too fucked out to even catch everything that he's saying.

He hooked a finger in the gusset before pulling your panties out of the way. The sight of your dripping cunt made his dick twitch. He had already been especially frustrated this week and the cute little subordinate he trained every night wasn't helping. Her little stunt was essentially the final nail in the coffin.

There was nothing else he wanted more but to fuck you senseless already. But he was a refined man; he had patience.

Hoshina pushed in two digits at first and it almost made him shudder with how tight and warm you were. Patience be damned; he was crumbling all too quickly for his liking.

"Fuck... yer suckin' it in."

A string of soft moans left you. It was music to his ears and he wanted it to be louder.

He began fucking his fingers into you at a faster pace. The muscles of his arm tensed and the veins on his forearm were popping out. A loud and vulgar moan reverberated through the training room. You could only hope that everyone in the base was asleep because there was no way you could be quiet with what he's doing to you.

You tightened around his fingers before unravelling completely. Your pussy fluttered, cumming on to his fingers shamelessly. It almost felt like a task to him—only getting it out of the way to get to the main event.

Hoshina pulled out his fingers, sucking them clean. He would have loved to get a taste of it on his tongue, but all restraint had been lost. He had to sheath himself in you or else he'd actually lose it.

"Take a deep breath for me, a'ight?" he says while unzipping his pants, only barely pulling out his leaking cock from its confines.

Maybe you should have listened because the sudden intrusion of his cock knocked the air out of your lungs. It filled you up nicely, hitting every spot with just one fluid motion.

He groans, throwing his head back in ecstasy. His fingers were practically white with how hard he gripped the bench supporting the both of you.

"Coulda fought me with this instead. Maybe ya coulda won," he teased. He began slowly fucking into you, perhaps a reprieve after his previous actions.

Your hands held on to his back, softly digging your nails into the chiseled flesh. A satisfied groan poured from his smiling lips.

The string of moans coming from you urged him to go faster. He had enough of being slow and soft. He snapped his hips at a maddening pace almost immediately. Your leg fell of the bench, hanging off and allowing him deeper access into you.

He never faltered for a second—even as he leaned down to leave marks on your neck again. You held him closer to you as if you never wanted him to leave... and he wasn't; at least, not until you've cum all over his cock.

His ragged breaths filled your ear as he continued to rut into you. Hoshina was tough, ruthless, and precise—much like on the battlefield.

A familiar clench squeezed his dick. "Ya close? Ya gonna cum on my cock? C'mon, do it," he goaded.

His thumb began circling your swollen clit. After holding on to the cold bench for a while, his touch felt freezing. The warmth you felt inside contrasted with the cold touch of his thumb. The sensation was almost numbing with how good it felt.

"Wanna cum with me? How romantic of ya," he teased again. "Fuck... I'm cummin' —take it all. This is still part of yer punishment. Got that?"

You responded with a breathless moan. That was all it took before hot ropes of cum filled you. The warmth seemed to push you over the edge as well, milking him for all he's worth. And like he said—it would be romantic. He grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at him.

"Ya learned yer lesson yet?" he asked, but not before capturing your wet lips in a kiss.

Hoshina let a shaky breath out as he pulled away. He knew it would be good, but he wasn't expecting for it to be this good.

"Shit... was only plannin' one round. Guess it wouldn't hurt ta discipline ya more."

He lazily rubbed his still hard cock. "C'mon, get on all fours fer me and I might not make ya run laps in morning's training." He watched intently as you followed, lining up his dick against your entrance. It was going to be a long night.

"Good fuckin' girl."

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╰ author's note slightly longer I guess because I like Hoshina more lol

[kunoiashifts]

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✩ for the past few weeks, i had been spiraling repeatedly.

✩ it was like whenever i got newfound motivation and a feeling that i'd actually shift, i'd just spiral over and over. i was stuck in a loop of having a good mindset, to having a worse one all over again.

✩ last weekend, i decided enough was enough. i wanted to shift, and i wanted my mindset to be suitable for shifting in general.

✩ i read up on these two posts and realized that i was basically just self sabotaging myself all along. 😭

✩ when i cried and worried about not shifting, i let my thoughts run rampant and persist in the fact that i hadn't shifted yet. it wasn't bad that i felt emotional, it was bad that i felt like my emotions would set me back. and i let them do so. this is why people tell you it's okay to be upset. it's okay to cry. just don't let your emotions dictate your shifting journey because you will get there no matter what.

✩ what i should have been doing was instead of persisting in negative thoughts, i should have swapped them out (i used the photo in the first post linked to help me understand how to do it). even if it hurt to even try to affirm or stop them, i'd let them go if i just forgot about them on my own. after a while, i found myself putting way less pressure on myself.

✩ and to help me normalize revision, i used it for other undesirable thoughts throughout my days. eg. "i hate math class— wait, i love math class because it's so easy!" (and guess what? it became easy just like that!!)

✩ and now, for the fun part. :3 after learning how to revise my negative thoughts, i decided to figure out how to actually get what i want.

✩ and the only key was to know i already have it.

✩ but i had already heard that 1,000 times before. however, when i read up on the second post and learned more about imagination, i realized i had been doing it all wrong.

✩ manifesting isn't about getting. it's about remembering you already have it.

✩ i had heard countless times about how you should "live in the end" and "act as if," but nothing ever stuck with my stubborn brain.

✩ so when i actually sat down and learned how the 3d and 4d worked through imagination using the video linked in the second post, i knew how to get to my dr.

some of the other edward art videos i watched, i genuinely find him so helpful:

Don't Try, But Experience - literally everything clicked for me in this video the most

Imagination is Not A State

Imagination is Self

✩ tldr: once i imagined it, i experienced it. no matter what the 3d throws my way. whenever i got a fleeting doubt, i'd simply revise it. "i haven't shifted yet— what? i'm in my dr right now, what am i talking about?"

✩ obviously it's easier said than done. but trust me, my brain was extremely stubborn before this and didn't take in ANY info i mindlessly bombarded it with. if you just take a second and actually try to understand law of assumption, it will click. and for me, all it took was these two simple posts.

if you'd like to know how i've been getting extremely close to shifting, then here :3 — every night, after using the HMM method and imagining my dr before sleeping, I've gotten very vivid dreams, (multiple about me successfully shifting) a flash of light behind my eyes as if i shifted for a split second, feeling way more connected towards my visualizations, (because now i see them as truth, they're genuine memories from my desired reality.) and overall feeling way more confident in myself. doubts have barely popped up, even if i wake back up in the old story. because i'm living the truth in my true reality (4d). my mind is all i need.

this is why people tell you your mind shifts first.

take that and run with it.

persist in the fact that you've already shifted.

imagine your dr, not as a faraway place, but as a place you've already been to. a place you're already in.

- ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ɴᴏɪᴀ

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Toto’s Daughter (part 1)

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x reader

Warnings: smut

Most would think that it is not easy to be Toto Wolff's daughter. But that was not your case. You weren't part of the Formula 1 world. You lived abroad far from the world your dad was in. Everyone knew that you existed, of course, but you did your best to make your life as private and peaceful as possible, away from the public eye. And you did it successfully.

When you were younger you often attended races, you traveled with your dad all over the world, you were surrounded by big names, but over time, as you got older, that world stopped being of interest to you. You found your hobbies, your interests and your life, which you enjoyed every day.

When Lewis Hamilton won his first Formula 1 championship, you were only 9 years old. He was not a stranger to you, you practically grew up around him. Your dad held him in high esteem and enjoyed working with him. Over time, for your dad, Lewis Hamilton was no longer just a "driver", he became part of your family. Your family and Lewis often hung out outside of work, going on vacations, family lunches, birthdays, celebrations and things like that.

You had a good relationship with him, he would always ask you something here and there, joke with you, ask you about school, the usual things that adults ask children. That’s exactly what you were then, a child for him. To him you were Toto’s little daughter and to you he was almost like an uncle.

As the years went by, you grew up, you went to study abroad where you ended up living, and Lewis continued to work with your dad and be in a close relationship as before. Everything was the same except you were no longer part of the fast world they lived in.

The media were interested in your life, they were eager to find out what Toto's daughter was doing, where she lived, who she was dating, they wanted to know anything, but you didn't give them any material.

For Toto and Susie's 13th wedding anniversary, you decided to surprise everyone and come to the celebration that the two of them organized for close friends and family in a beautiful villa in the south of Italy.

It's an understatement to say that you stole the show when you showed up. All grown up and beautiful, you have become a real woman. All eyes were on you since even your immediate family hadn't seen you in a while.

You looked like a real lady when you showed up in a light yellow floor length dress (with a slightly deeper neckline than your family would have liked but oh well) over your tanned skin with long curled golden hair that fell over your shoulders. You really were something to see.

“Dear family, dear friends, I would like to take a moment to thank you for being here with us” Toto said moving to hold the toast as he stood next to Susie with one arm wrapped around her. You were all sitting at the long big table waiting for dinner so your dad took the opportunity to thank everyone.

“Thank you for taking the time to celebrate our 13th wedding anniversary with us here in Italy. Susie and I appreciate and love you all very much and there is no one else we would rather share these moments of happiness with than all of you. I'm especially glad that my daughter y/n is with us today, since she's not so little anymore, so I can't force her to spend more time with me and Susie anymore or ground her for not being with us more often” You blush as everyone’s gaze settle on you for a moment and laughter rings through the room.

“And finally, I want to thank the most important person in my life for making me the happiest person in the world for so many years. My rock, my biggest support in everything always and forever, my beautiful wife. I just want you to know that I look forward to every new day with you, that you are my true happiness and that I don't know what I would do without you, and I don't even want to know. I love you and I look forward to being with you for the rest of my life. Happy wedding anniversary love.” As Toto finished his toast, Susie's eyes glazed over with tears at his touching words, and so did yours.

Everyone clapped as the two kissed. You were really happy for the two of them. You loved seeing them as happy and in love as they were the first day they met and you could only wish you could find someone to love you the way your dad loves Susie.

Oh, what you would give to hear someone talk about you like this in front of everyone. To show this much love for you, to show you off so proudly.

“I’m so happy that you’re here, y/n” Susie said giving you a hug after the dinner.

“I’m happy to be here with you too. I’m having a really good time so far, I think that from now on I want to be involved in these kinds of family gatherings a little more often.”

“Honey, we always invite you, but you rarely come..”

“I know, I know and I’m sorry about that. You know that I’ve been busy with myself for the last couple of years.”

“I do know. Everyone’s been asking about you though. They can't believe the woman you've grown into. Everyone remembers you as the little girl with braces who sat on her dad's lap in the garage.” Both of you laugh as you remember those days.

“If you had walked past me, I'm not sure I would have recognized you, y/n” Susie’s eyes shift on the talking figure behind you. You turn your head to the side only to see Lewis with his hands in his pockets standing behind you and admiring you.

“Lewis..hi” You smile at him offering him a hug which he gladly accepts.

“I’ll leave you two alone to catch up, it’s been a while” Susie says before disappearing to find her husband.

“How have you been, y/n? I always ask Toto about you, but I haven’t seen you in quite some time now.”

“Yeah, I’ve been a bit busy with life, but in a good way. I dedicated my time to working on myself and my career and enjoying myself as well, traveling the world and so on. I can't complain.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that you’re doing well. It’s crazy to me how much you’ve changed. You’re not a little girl anymore that I used to ask about school, you’re..a woman now.” You couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes were stuck on you. He was completely stunned by your beauty.

“Yeah, well I prefer to think that I’m more fun now than I was before no?” You wink at him making him laugh. “Anyway, what’s up with you? Heard you’re breaking up with my dad and going to Ferrari next year?”

“Yeah, well you know..It was not an easy decision to make, but the red car was one of my biggest wishes as a child, I think now is finally the time to fulfill it. If not now, when?"

"I understand although it's definitely gonna be hard to let you go." You tilt your head giving him a soft smile.

"I'm never gonna leave you guys." Lewis says. "I'll always be here, one way or another."

You spent the rest of the evening hanging out with friends and family, sharing stories from your life that they were happy to hear. Lewis spent most of his time around your dad, and you would glance at him every now and then only to catch him already secretly looking at you.

You haven't seen him live for a long time, of course, you've seen his pictures online, but you couldn't believe that he really still looks that good live despite his age.

When you were younger you didn't pay too much attention to him, you never looked at him in that way to think if he was hot or not. Especially because when you were younger he was in a long-term relationship with his girlfriend at the time, and after all, he's always been your dad's friend. But now, now that you are a little older, if you wanted to have someone by your side who is mature, who knows how to treat a woman, who is protective of you and who would take all the stars out of the sky, you know that Lewis would be the right choice for that.

What you expected even less was the knowledge that since Lewis saw you again after so many years, he hasn't stopped thinking about you for a second. He couldn't get you off his mind, and you found that out in a very unexpected way.

The next night you got dressed for another dinner and you wanted to ask Lewis to take a picture of you from the balcony of his room because his room had a better view of the sea than yours.

You stood in front of the door of his room and knocked and knocked, but he didn't open. At that moment, something did not give rest to your curiosity, so you let yourself into his room on your own.

You slowly scanned the room and saw that there were clothes on the bed prepared for tonight's dinner, and the door to the bathroom inside the room was closed. You moved a little closer to the door and leaned your head towards it and heard the water coming from the shower.

But that wasn't all you heard. The next word that came out of Lewis' mouth completely shocked you and made you gasp.

"Fuck, y/n.." You heard from the other side of the door.

The short whimpers, long-winded moans, the filthy sound coming from his mouth almost knocked you off your feet. You wanted to run away and pretend like you never heard this because you weren't supposed to hear it in the first place. But then you thought you had heard wrong and that he had said someone else's name because it couldn't possibly be true that Lewis was thinking about you this way. So you leaned your head back towards the door to try to hear something, anything again.

"Oh yes, just like that.." He groaned. "Just like that, y/n"

part 2

[makeitmingi]

Part Of Your World

Genre: Romance, Comedy, Fluff, Hurt/ Comfort (a touch)

Pairing: Jongho x Reader (y/n)

Characters: SingleMom!Reader, CEOBoyfriend!Jongho, Your Son (Yuwon)

Summary: It has always been you and Yuwon. After his birth father left, you never let yourself love anyone else, believing Yuwon was all you needed. Until Jongho came along, entering your life and healing your broken heart. Now, it's time for them to meet but is Yuwon ready for Jongho to be a part of your lives?

Word count: 4.5K

"Mama, mama... Wake up." You felt someone shake you, waking you up from your slumber. You groaned and opened your eyes slightly, meeting another pair that stared back at you. He kneeled over you to get to your eye level, the biggest grin on his face when he realised he successfully woke you up.

"Good morning, baby." You hugged him to your chest, turning to the side. He let out a fit of giggles and squirmed in your hold as you tried to go back to sleep.

"We have to wake up, mama. Breakfast." He said, words slightly muffled against your chest.

"I'm hungry." He whined.

"Alright, alright. Let's go brush out teeth and have breakfast." You huffed and sat up. Your son grasped your hand and helped get you out of bed, even if you didn't really need help.

"Here." You used your foot the push the stool to be right by the sink, squeezing toothpaste on his toothbrush then yours.

"Come here." After you left your toothbrush in your mouth and helped him finish his brushing.

"Good job." You praised once he rinsed his mouth. Then he moved aside for you to spit and rinse. You washed your face and wet a cloth to wipe his face.

"Breakfast, now?" He looked up at you. You nodded and followed him out of the bathroom. Since it was only the two of you, there wasn't a need for a big apartment. There were two rooms, one for you and one for him.

"Ah, Yuwon. I told you to keep your toys." You winced when you stepped on a small lego brick that was left there.

"I'm sorry, mama! I must have missed it." Yuwon gasped. You plucked the brick from your foot and tucked it into your pocket, intending to keep it later.

"It's alright. Just be careful next time, I don't want you getting hurt. But you did do a good job at cleaning up." You patted his head.

"Why are we cleaning up?" He asked, climbing onto hsi chair with the booster seat.

"Well, it is good to have a clean house. And also, remember I said I have a friend coming to meet you today?" You reminded, going to the fridge to get food out for both your breakfasts.

"Oh, yeah. I forgot." Yuwon nodded slowly.

"How's pancakes?" You asked, lifting the bag of frozen pancakes. Since you are usually busy working, a lot of yours and Yuwon's meals were meal prepped.

"Yay, pancakes! Blueberry, please." He cheered. You dug through the bag of frozen pancakes you made beforehand, taking out some blueberry ones for Yuwon and some regular ones for yourself. He usually like the flavoured ones over the plain ones so you were more than happy to leave this for him.

"Here you go. Have that while I heat up the pancakes." You put a small yoghurt cup in front of him, along with his spoon.

"Thank you." He smiled and held the spoon to dig in. You kissed the top of his head, he was really such a great kid. You watched him eat a little clumsily but you didn't fuss, messes can be cleaned later.

*BZZ BZZ*

'Good morning, beautiful. What are you up to? Also, what is Yuwon's favourite cake flavour? - Jongho'

'Morning! We just woke up and are making breakfast right now. Can't wait for you to come over. And you don't have to buy Yuwon anything, you are enough. - (y/n)'

'Thanks but that's not what I asked... - Jongho'

'Nevermind, I'll just buy a few and he can pick the ones that he likes. - Jongho'

'Jong, no! - (y/n)'

But deep down, you knew it was too late. He was probably buying one of every flavour that the shop had right now. You wouldn't even be surprised if he went to a different shop to buy other flavours. You put your phone down and turned back to the pan.

"Mama, want some yoghurt?" Yuwon held out a spoon of his yoghurt to you.

"I'm good, baby. Thank you. The pancakes are done." You announced, taking them off the pan and cutting them into smaller pieces that he could use his fork to pick up easily.

"There we go." You had heated up some breakfast patties and put some in the small square of his food plate.

"Thank you, mama." Yuwon picked up his fork to eat.

"You're very welcome, baby." You smiled, putting his used spoon in the sink and throwing away the empty yoghurt cup. Then you sat opposite him to eat too.

"Let me know if you want more syrup." You said as you chewed, watching him dip the small piece into the small cup of syrup.

"So, baby. I wanted to talk to you..." You cleared your throat, suddenly feeling a little nervousness creep up your throat.

"Mmm? Talk about what?" Yuwon looked up from his plate, chewing his food and looked at you. You chuckled at his surprised expression and leaned over to wipe the syrup that he got on the side of his lip. Yuwon was seriously so cute, you were quite obsessed with him. You didn't care that you were a velcro mom.

"This... friend of mine that's coming to visit... He's very special to me. I'm not saying you have to like him right away but I do want you to give him a chance." You tried to word it nicely.

"More special than me?" Yuwon tilted his head.

"Baby, you are the most special person to me. But he is still special." You reached over to pat his head with a chuckle.

"Okay mama, if he is special, I will try. What's his name?" Yuwon asked, looking back down at his plate. He was obviously more focused on the food and done with this conversation already.

"I won't tell you. You can ask him later, alright? But he is nice and excited to meet you." You smiled.

"Why?" He blinked.

"He knows you're special to me so he wants to meet you." You replied. Yuwon nodded continued eating. Noticing that he was eating the peach slices, you went to get more for him.

"I only want peach." Yuwon said when you added the cut up soft peach to that section of the plate.

"It's only two more bites, baby. Come." You grabbed his fork and dipped it into the syrup to feed him. Yuwon was still at that age where he liked you to feed him sometimes so you noticed that he would not want to eat the last few bites so you would feed him.

"Alright, we're done! Good job, baby. Let's wash our hands and clean up." You helped him down. Yuwon obediently brought his empty plate to the sink.

"Thank you." You patted his head. Yuwon went to your bathroom to wash his hands since his step stool was there.

"Done!" Yuwon ran out, his wet hands leaving water drops on the ground.

"Baby, we talked about drying our hands. See the water on the ground?" You pointed. He bashfully giggled and grabbed the cloth from the counter to try and wipe up the droplets.

"Do you want to watch cartoons?" You suggested when Yuwon grabbed his stuffed bear, Kuma, from the couch.

"Yes, please." Yuwon grinned.

"Go ahead." Once you gave the approving nod, Yuwon ran to the living room area to turn on the television.

"Call me if you need anything, baby. I'll be in the room." You called out to him as you walked to your bedroom to tidy up. With Yuwon here, Jongho has never visited before.

That's why you were nervous. You have never felt so serious and committed to a guy before that you felt comfortable enough to let them meet Yuwon. Since Yuwon's dad left you shortly after Yuwon was born, he became your entire world. But you met Jongho and he taught you how to love again.

Of course, you shared your concerns and Jongho understood, he went at your pace, never rushing you or forcing you. He always understood when you prioritised Yuwon first.

"Mama? Mama, are you okay?" You didn't realise Yuwon came into the room, tugging at your shirt.

"Huh? Oh, yeah. I'm okay, baby. What's up?" You blinked, looking down at him. Yuwon had a slightly look of worry on his face.

"Can I have some juice, please?" He asked.

"How about later? My friend is bringing some cake for you. You like cake, don't you? Let's save some room for cake." You asked. Hearing the word 'cake', Yuwon's eyes lit up.

"Yes, yes! I LOVE cake!" He jumped up and down excitedly. You laughed and nodded.

"I know." You bent down to hug him, giving him a kiss on the cheek. Yuwon dropped Kuma to the ground and hugged your neck.

"I love you, baby." You hugged him tightly.

"I love you too, mama." He said back. You'll never get tired of holding Yuwon in your arms, you've been in love with him since your pregnancy and then his birth. And even if he was there, Yuwon's father never helped or supported you.

"Wait, mama. Is the friend that's coming to the house uncle Mingi again?" Yuwon pulled away slightly to look at you, as if trying to study if you were in on some prank.

"No, I promise it's not. Plus, you know that I don't ever get involved in the antics you two get up to." You rolled your eyes.

"He lied to me last time so I have to make sure!" He threw his arms up in frustration.

Mingi was your best friend, the only one that supported you through your pregnancy. Whenever he and Yuwon are together, they act like brothers and bother each other. It's like you have two sons.

"Because before that, you poured salt into his coffee." You reminded with a raised eyebrow.

"You're on my side, mama." Yuwon pouted.

"I'm not saying that I'm not. You know what, I'm on no one's side when it comes to you and Mingi." You scoffed and stood up to continue clearing the room.

"Why aren't you watching your cartoons, babe?" You asked, noticing how Yuwon was just lingering by the door. He loves his cartoons and would always ask to watch them. Plus, he actually preferred watching them alone because he says you ask too many questions when you're clearly not paying attention.

"Mama, what if your new friend doesn't like me...?" He suddenly blurted out. You froze, not expecting him to ask you that. You tossed the old sheets aside and turned to him.

"Why would you think that? Where did that come from?" You asked with a slight frown.

"I don't know." He shrugged.

"Baby, there's nothing not to like about you. You two haven't even met yet so there's nothing to worry about. I'm sure he'll really like you." You promised.

"How do you know?" Yuwon asked. You sat at the edge of your bed, hoisting him up so he sat in your lap facing you.

"Because I love you and the person that you are. You're a great person." You booped his nose.

"Okay, mama." Yuwon nodded and hugged you. Looking at the time, you realised you should get Yuwon changed since Jongho was going to arrive soon.

"I want that." Yuwon pointed to the shirt he wanted to wear with lightning bolts on them.

"Sure, we can do that." You nodded, grabbing the shirt Mingi bought him and helped him put it on. Once he was changed, you brushed his hair and changed out of your own home clothes into a pair of jeans and a shirt as well.

*DING DONG*

"It's him." You said, standing up from the couch and going to answer the door. Yuwon stayed in the living room, playing with his lego bricks and building a sculpture.

"Hey, beautiful." Jongho appeared at your doorway. You giggled and wrapped your arms around him.

"Hey, Jong. Thanks for coming." You greeted back as he placed a light kiss to your temple, one arm coming to rest at your waist.

"I hope I'm not late. I needed to pick some stuff up before coming." He said. That was when you noticed the bags in his hands and the bags by his feet.

"No, you're not late. But oh my gosh. Jongho, what's all this?" You blinked, helping him bring the stuff in.

"Just some gifts, food, all that." He shrugged, following you in.

The apartment was so cozy, just like you. You were a simple woman in the best way, you never asked for more than what you needed. That's what Jongho loved about you, you were an amazing woman.

"Baby, there's someone I would like you to meet." Jongho stopped in his tracks when he saw you talking to a smaller frame in front of the couch. He gulped, feeling his heart race with nervousness. Admittedly, Jongho was not great with kids, he never knew how to act around them.

"Can I hold your hand?" He heard the small voice ask.

"Of course you can." You replied. Jongho stared as you walked over with Yuwon beside you. Gosh, seeing him in real life, Jongho could see you in Yuwon's features.

"Introduce yourself, baby." You encouraged softly. Yuwon let go of your hand, gripping the material of your jeans.

"Hi... I'm Yuwon..." He said softly.

"Hi, Yuwon. It's nice to meet you. I'm uncle Jongho." Jongho bent down to the kid's height, a soft smile on his face. Yuwon looked up at you with uncertainty.

"It's okay, baby." You patted his head. Yuwon blinked, staring at Jongho, studying him.

"Mama says you're her friend." Yuwon said.

"I am. I hope we can be friends too?" Jongho nodded. As the CEO of his company, he has met with hundreds of business clients and gave presentations to huge crowds but right now, in front of a kid, he was fumbling and awkward.

"I can't be your friend. You're mama's friend." Yuwon shook his head. You couldn't help but laugh.

"Well, he's like uncle Mingi. But no pranks on him, baby. I mean it." You said to your son. Of course Jongho knowd Mingi, your tall clumsy best friend.

"I won't, mama." Yuwon let out a soft sigh.

"I heard you like cake. But mama wouldn't tell me your favourite so I got them all." Jongho said, nodding over to the bags.

"All?!" Yuwon's jaw dropped slightly, he couldn't fathom someone buying 'all' the cakes. To him, it was an impossible feat. You were shocked too, your child simply cannot be high on sugar.

"Mhmm. Shall we look at them together? Then you can choose your favourites." Jongho daringly asked.

"Mama." Yuwon looked to you and pulled you with him to look, still unsure to go alone with Jongho. He was a stranger after all.

"Wow, baby. That looks so good, hmm?" You held him on your lap as Jongho took the cakes out of the box. There were so many slices, all of different flavours. Yuwon's eyes sparkled with wonder as he scanned all of them. Jongho slid over an iced coffee for you, knowing your order by heart.

"Thanks." You smiled, reaching behind Yuwon to open the cover and put the straw in. Yuwon leaned forward to get a closer look at all the cake then turned to look at you.

"Have you decided? You can tell uncle Jongho." You told him with a soft smile, sipping your coffee.

"This one... please... Thank you." Yuwon said softly but still audible enough to hear.

"Of course. You're very well-mannered." Jongho complimented and your heart swelled with pride. He placed the cake in front of Yuwon, handing him a fork.

"Let me get you a drink, Jong." You moved to put Yuwon onto the chair with his booster seat.

"It's fine, jagiya. I have coffee. Don't sweat it." Jongho smiled kindly.

"I feel like I'm not being a good host. We don't really have people over. The only one that comes is Mingi and he helps himself to anything and everything in my house." You laughed.

"Mama." Yuwon got your attention back on him, awkwardly holding a small piece of cake out to you on his fork. You smiled and leaned in to eat the cake off his fork, wiping the cream that he got on his lip with your thumb.

"That's delicious. Thank you, baby." You laughed. Since Yuwon was distracted by his cake, you went to get him water.

"I bought you toys too, Yuwon. Shall we play with them later?" Jongho asked in an attempt to strike a conversation with the kid that sat opposite him.

"What toys?" Yuwon asked.

"Some trucks and cars. Your mama said you like cars right?" Jongho leaned forward slightly, content that the kid wasn't ignoring him.

"I do..." He nodded in confirmation. As you watched them from the kitchen, you noticed how Yuwon wanted to show his excitement and happiness but was still uncertain of Jongho.

"How much did you spend? First all the cakes then toys?" You slapped his shoulder.

"It's fine. Wooyoung hyung said with kids, bribery is the way to go." Jongho said to you. You rolled your eyes and shook your head.

"The only time you listen to Wooyoung and it's for something like this." You clicked your tongue. Wooyoung was one of Jongho's friends with worked with him, they're always either bickering or good friends. Watching them interact sometimes reminds you of how Yuwon is with Mingi.

"Do you like strawberries?" Yuwon asked, gesturing to the slice of strawberry shortcake that Jongho was removing the surrounding film from.

"I do. But I'm unwrapping this cake for your mom." Jongho said, sliding the cake over to you.

"Mama likes strawberries." Yuwon stated.

"That's right, my smart boy." You patted Yuwon's head before picking up the fork to dig in. You held a mouthful out to Jongho. He wasn't a fan of sweets but you do like to share with him.

"Mama... me..." Yuwon tugged at your sleeve and looked at you with a slight frown on his face.

"You don't like strawberries, baby." You reminded. But he pouted and shook his head to deny your statement.

"Okay, here. You can try it." You gave him a bite. You figured that Yuwon was probably jealous that you gave Jongho some and not him, he was used to being the only one babied by you.

"Alright, why don't you go look at the new toys uncle Jongho bought you while I clean up here?" You suggested. Yuwon got up at the prospect of 'new toys' but hesitated the moment you said he should do it with Jongho and without you.

"I'll be right over once I'm done." You promised. Yuwon nodded slowly and left the table to go to the living room area.

"What should I do?" Jongho whispered, slightly panicked.

"Just go. Help him, let him take charge a little. See what he wants to do." You whispered back with a giggle. Jongho stood up and leaned in to give you a kiss.

"What do you want to open first, Yuwon?" Jongho asked, bringing the bags of toys closer.

"This one." Yuwon pointed.

Once you saw that Yuwon wasn't freaking out, you cleared the plates and wiped the table. You took your time, wanting Jongho and Yuwon to get acquainted.

"How do you know mama? Do you work together?" Yuwon asked.

"Oh. We met through a friend." Jongho replied. You were relieved that he didn't mention you actually met at a club.

Mingi's friend, Yunho, invited him to a birthday party at a club and you were Mingi's plus one. Jongho is Yunho's friend from his football club so he was invited too. That's how you met Jongho, you both had escaped to the balcony to get some peace and quiet when you met and started chatting.

"I'm going to the bathroom, call me if you both need anything." You said to the two and jogged to the bathroom. You were confident that Yuwon will be fine with Jongho without needing you there.

"Mama says you're special. Why?" Yuwon continued to ask as he unboxed the toys. Jongho reached out to help untwist the wire that held the cars to the cardboard.

"I don't know why. I don't think I'm special. To me, your mom is special." Jongho replied honestly.

"She is... That's why uncle Mingi says it's my job to protect her from bad men." Yuwon gave Jongho an accusatory look.

"And you've done a great job protecting me. But I won't ever hurt her, Yuwon. I promise." Jongho said with a soft smile, reaching out to pat Yuwon's head.

"That's why it's okay that I don't have a dad. Because I can I protect mama myself." Yuwon reasoned.

"I know and no one will ever replace you, Yuwon. But if you let me, I want to protect her with you." Jongho said softly.

"Hmm..." Yuwon tapped his chin, as if it was something that he really needed to consider. Jongho felt nervous waiting for the approval of this kid. He always knew that Yuwon meant a lot to you but he could tell how much you meant to Yuwon too.

Usually children didn't really grasp the importance of parents at such an age but for Yuwon, you and your wellbeing was so important to him that he felt the need to protect it.

"Okay, I'll give you a chance. But if you hurt mama, I'll never forgive you." Yuwon said sternly.

"Woah, what's going here? Should you be speaking to an adult like that?" You asked, having heard the last bit of Yuwon's threat.

"It's fine, jagi. Nothing bad." Jongho assured as you sat down on the couch while the two were on the ground. You still gave Yuwon a look, you didn't want him being rude just because you were not there.

"Sorry, mama." Yuwon hugged your legs.

"You have to be nice to people okay, baby? See, uncle Jongho bought you all these things." You pointed.

"I am being nice, mama. I am playing with him." He explained. You nodded with a hum and stroked his head, giving him a kiss. Jongho sent you a small smile.

"You know, baby. Uncle Jongho plays football like you." You said. Yuwon looked at Jongho, who nodded to confirm.

"I can show you a video. My friends and I always play, every weekend. Uncle Mingi's friends play too." Jongho explained. Yuwon abandoned the cars and stood up, naturally putting his butt down to sit in Jongho's lap, obviously more interested in watching the video proof that the older plays football.

"See?" Jongho held his phone in front to show him, sending you a wide-eyed look of surprise over Yuwon's head. You giggled and shot him two thumbs up.

After the two played for a while more, you noticed Yuwon showing signs of tiredness and knew it was time for his nap.

"But I want to play somemore." Yuwon whined amidst a yawn, rubbing his eyes.

"I know, baby. Uncle Jongho will still be here after your nap, you can continue then." You said. You were glad that Yuwon has warmed up enough to actually want to continue playing with Jongho.

"Promise?" Yuwon turned to Jongho.

"I promise." Jongho held his pinky out to lace with Yuwon's smaller one. He obediently held your hand and followed you to the room.

Jongho moved to help you clear the toys that they were playing with, putting them aside neatly and getting rid of all the packaging to be thrown into the trash.

"He's down. Must have been tired, he went to sleep right away." You came out of the room, speaking and walking softly. Jongho smiled and walked to you, hugging you tightly. You buried your face against his chest.

"He's an amazing kid. You did good." Jongho complimented.

"Thank you. It wasn't easy but I wouldn't have it any other way. He's my entire world." You looked up at him with a soft smile.

"I can tell. And I know that you're his entire world too. He's so smart for his age." Jongho chuckled. You both moved to sit on the couch to cuddle a little before Yuwon wakes up.

"My ex, his dad... Things started to fall apart when I told him I wanted to keep the baby. Then he decided he couldn't take it anymore, packed up and left." You explained to him. Jongho clenched his fists.

"You can't just say it's too much and give up on a kid." He shook his head with a frown.

"That's why Mingi brought him up to be protective of me, I guess. He helped me with so much." You giggled.

"I can imagine... But I'm here now too. You can rely on me, I want to be a part of you and Yuwon's lives." Jongho faced you, cupping your cheek with his hand.

"Thank you for doing this, for taking to time to get to know Yuwon and for accepting him." You smiled.

"Of course I would, he's a part of you. There's nothing to thank me for." Jongho placed a light kiss on your forehead.

Yuwon slept for a little over an hour before calling for you. You went into the room to soothe him and hug him. Once he was fully awake, he actually left you in the room and ran out to the living room to look for Jongho. He beamed when he saw Jongho sitting there, fixing the racetrack for him.

"You're still here." Yuwon said.

"Yes, I am. I promised, didn't I?" Jongho chuckled. Yuwon nodded excitedly and moved to sit with Jongho. As you watched the two, you felt your chest tighten.

This was everything to you, the two people you love the most in the world, meeting and getting along with each other.

When you first met Jongho, you thought he wouldn't last in your life. He was a big CEO while you were a regular office worker and a single mom. But he was patient, loving and taught you how to love again.

"Mama, come see what uncle Jongho made!" Yuwon beckoned you over, breaking your trance.

"Coming, baby." You went over to join them. Yuwon moved to show you, finding the same spot in Jongho's lap like he did earlier.

Jongho looked on at Yuwon with fondness. He was nervous about meeting Yuwon but now that he did, he was excited to be a part of Yuwon's life and never wants to let Yuwon be given up on like his biological father did. He'll never let you and Yuwon be hurt again.

And hopefully one day, Yuwon will trust Jongho enough to let him be a father figure in his life.

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