#worldwide my husband

[isabeauwolf]

My Top 5 MHA Characters! Who's yours?

Go, go, go vote in the MHA World Wide Vote now! Share your Top 5 and #1! Of course, Kai Chisaki/Overhaul is my number 1!

Ya'll surprised that my birdman is #1? No?

Surprised that I'm a huge Villain Lover and slut for Villains? No?

I've ranted, rambled, and fangirl hard for Kai Chisaki/Overhaul on here, no regrets whatsoever! In fact, sharing my love for our nerdy bird has been an absolute joy! God, his voice, his golden eyes, he captivated me the moment he was first on screen and I fell for him hard. My birdman, my Toucan King, Villain and Yakuza husband. Damn, Kai, if you knew how much me and my fellow members of The Chisaki Nation love and adore you!

When I said Dabi was shoving his way into my heart and fanfics, I wasn't kidding, haha! I swear to god, he knows I'm a sucker for anime men with white hair and blue eyes and would tease the shit out of me for it with his big stupid shit eating grin on his smug face. Seriously, this pyromaniac and blue eyed casanova won't leave! He's a gremlin, I tell ya!

Hitoshi Shinso being the only Hero on this list, he's the only exception for me, lol. His blunt sass and snark, but despite everyone telling him he has a villainous quirk, he went after his dream to become a Hero! He's got my full support!

Our gamer boy, Shiggy. Our bratty, short tempered man child, we've watched you grow into a truly fearsome Demon Lord and Hero for The League. T-T I'm so proud of you!

Hari, Kai's right hand man, his confidant and best friend. It may not have been said, but his fierce loyalty and absolute faith in Kai, proves how far be will go for him; he would gladly follow him into the depths of Hell, I know it. The more my obsession with Overhaul, the more my soft spot I have for Chrono. Wish we got more backstory on both him and Kai in the series.

[suga-kookiemonster]

Ashley someone posted this pic from the BTS Monochrome pop up store on Twitter, and the comment reminded me of the Kim boys in Satisfy…like this is absolutely the photo their dad has in the office or the ones the company puts out for press releases lololololol

OMG i've been seeing that pic float around too, and the satisfy boys were also my first thought! 🙈😩😮‍💨 but yesss, photo on their dad's desk lmaooo

[franeridan]

also the way mihawk up and leaves the moment shanks shows up like "I agreed to fight whitebeard not akagami" biting my fist very hard Very Hard

[supertunanana]

https://www.fred.com/en-int/actualities/global-brand-ambassador-bts-jin.html

[ourplefever]

SONIC 3 SPOILERS AHEAD

The fact that instead of Robotnik spending his last few moments to brag about him saving the world like he usually would have, he instead DECIDES TO SEND THE WORLDWIDE BROADCAST SPECIFICALLY TO STONE.

He literally did the “I’ve come to make an announcement… I love my husband.”

[entwnii]

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 𝐓𝐄𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐎 is a very busy man. being a sport promoter is a hard-working job in terms of schedule — having to find various endearing sport events and sponsors who will agree to take part and finance these social event — which consumes a lot of time and humain energy.

and while tetsuro is grateful for the way you support and understand that his work takes a lot of him he still feels guilty for leaving you alone most of the time — especially now that you’re six months pregnant with his son.

over the last couple of weeks your husband and his coworkers started working on a very special sporting event, the ‘FIVB Beach Volleyball World Championships’, the double-gender world championship of beach volleyball. despite this championship being in a bit more than a year it is by far the most important worldwide volleyball event happening in the following year.

which is why testuro has been working harder during the last few days, his schedule being filled with meetings to discuss with a bunch of different sponsors — on who gets to sponsor what.

so when tetsuro finds himself having a ten minutes break between two meeting he immediatly turns on his phone, checking for any texts or missed calls from you — to which he does find a few texts.

wifey ♡ babe babyyy testsuro !! pls reply as soon as you can :(

tetsu •ᴗ• sweetheart is everything okay  ? are you hurt ? fuck did you burn the house down ? wifey ♡ babyyyy yuh uh everything is fine !! and i only burnt homemade caramel once :( i just can’t write it over text… call me !!!

the raven-haired man stands up from his seat, excusing himself as he pushes the nearest door open with one hand, the fingers of his free hand swiftly tapping over his phone’s screen as he clicks on your contact id — dialing your number. he then places his phone over his ear, leaning his back against the wall behind him as he waits for you to pick up the phone.

as soon as tetsuro hears some shuffle from the other line of his phone he speaks up, not even letting you greet him properly. “sweetie, is there a problem ?” his tone is worried as he waits for your answer, hoping that everything is fine — that you’re alright.

“tetsu—” you start before letting out a laugh, which kinda helps your husband calm down for a bit. “i told you that everything is fine, you don’t have to worry”

on the other end of the phone you can’t help but smile at your husband’s worry for you, which doesn’t fail to make you remember how much he cares about — something that only increased as soon as the first symptoms of your pregnancy appeared. “what is it then ?” tetsuro’s booming voice immediatly brings you back to earth. “it’s just. . . i have a brilliant idea !” you joyfully tell him. the raven-haired man pauses at your exclamation, searching for any guesses of what that idea might be. . . until a grin appears on his face as he finally comes to realization. “is it another wild craving of yours, princess ?” he lets out a chuckle at your answer, laughing to himself as he hears you sigh from the other line of his phone. “my cravings aren’t weird !” you protest, the pout on your lips evident in your tone, which makes your husband’s grin even wider. “so, i’m craving nachos—” you say before the raven-haired man cuts your sentence mid-way. “oh, from which place do you want it babe ? i can get it delivered at home—”

“no ! i want sweet nachos.” you state, a huff leaving your lips.

your husband stands there, a dumbfounded expression written all over his face as he stares ahead of himself, his brain malfunctioning due to your words. any of his coworkers who would pass by would think that something is wrong with him, like he just heard one of the dumbest things on earth — which he kinda did. “sweet nachos— angel that’s not even a thing !”

“but it is a thing since i just invented it !" you exclaim, your voice full of confidence — as if you didn’t imagine the weirdest ‘dish’ in the whole word. "the base is made of chips — not any kind tho, only the original pringles — with a bunch of m&m’s, reese’s, chocolate syrup and whipped cream.” you say, taking the time to explain this whole snack of yours in details. "whipped cream as to be on top of the chips and in a small cup on the side, okay ?"

tetsuro licks his lips as he notes all of the needed ingredients in his minds, shrugging his shoulders before realizing that you can’t see him and speaking up. "yeah, sure. do i need to stop by the grocery store to get the ingredients or nah ?" he asks, which you answer with a simple ‘yes’. He hangs up the phone a few seconds later — after kissing you goodbye through the phone of course — and steps back inside the building for his last meeting of the day.

when your husband finally exits his work building — by 8:45pm exactly — he walks to his car, a white Mercedes-Benz CLE 200 Cabriolet. he opens the front door for himself, dropping all of his papers on the passenger seat next to him. he turns on his car, pressing on a button — making the roof of the convertible disappear inside of the trunk.

after about twenty minutes — and a stop at the grocery store — tetsuro finally parks his car in front of your shared house. he steps out of the car, a brown paper bag in one hand and his stack of papers in the other, a sigh leaving his lips as he pushes onto the front door’s handle, entering your residence.

“i’m home, sweetheart !” your husband calls out to you, taking his shoes off and walking towards the living room.

he smiles as he sees you laying on the couch, your head propped on one of your arms as you watch ‘from up on poppy hill’. he chuckles softly at the sight in front of him, placing his papers on the coffee table and bending over to get a proper look at your face. you glance up at his face when you finally notice his presence. you immediatly lift you head off your arm, a smile making it’s way on your lips as you sit up on the couch, puckering your lips for the raven-haired man to kiss you, which he glady does.

“how was work, baby ?” you ask him, looking up at him while slightly tilting your head to the side. “there’s a some oyakodon and rice in the kitchen that you can heat up in the microwave and the pan.”

“god, princess, i’m gonna wife you up again. . .” tetsuro mutters, resting his forehead against yours before placing a tender kiss on your lips.

he breaks up the kiss and stands up, affectionately flickering your forehead before walking back to the kitchen, turning the lights on. tetsuro notices the bowl of rice on the counter and grabs it, placing it next to the pan. he tears a bit of paper towel with his fingers, damping it with some water before placing it over the bowl. he turns on the microvage, putting the rice to reheat. your husband smiles when he sees the oyakodon heating in the pan on low heat before turning it higher.

he sighs, rolling up the sleeves of his white shirt onto his biceps before turning to the paper bag with the groceries he did ealier. once all of your craving’s ingredients are — finally — placed in front of him, tetsuro can start preparing your snack.

he opens the tub of unflavored pringles before placing some chips onto a plate, some whipped cream on top along with chocolate syrup before scattering m&m’s and reese’s on top of everything. he grabs a small cup, pouring some whipped cream inside.

when the time alarm goes off your husband opens the microwage, carefully grabing the rice cowl — without burning himself — before taking the damp paper off the top of the bowl. He moves the pan off the heat, pouring the runny mixture on top of the white rice that he garnishes with green onion, sesame seeds and a bit of togarashi.

in a swift move tetsuro snatches a pair of chopsticks, placing them between his fingers before grabbing both his bowl and your plate, tuning the lights off before walking towards the living room.

“here you go, sweetheart.” he tells you, handing you your plate while you thank him, your bright smile making your eyes squint and your head tilt.

you slide off the couch, now sitting on the floor as you place a pillow under your ass and behind your back, putting your plate on the coffee table in front of you. tetsuro slips down on the floor next to you, slightly bending his upper-body above the table, gathering some of his food between his chopsticks and taking a bite out of it.

you squeal as you takes one of the chips between your fingers, shoving it inside of your mouth. you can’t help the sigh of contentement leaving your lips at the salty and sweet taste you’ve been craving all day. You take another one, doing a small dance of happiness.

“i gotta say, princess, your food taste was already strange, but now ?” tetsuro says, whistling, only for you to slap the back of his head, a huff leaving your lips as a pout tugs at your lips, only for it to be wiped away by your husband’s lips on yours, to which you gladly kiss him back.

[httpknjoon]

suspects guilty | ksj

plot | the a-listers join in a tiktok trend (ft. more the a-listers lores).

word count | 1131

genres | humor, fluff, domestic au

pairing | actor!jin x famous!reader

main masterlist | the a-listers: confidential masterlist

Shot in the spacious backyard of their Massachusetts home, YN and Jin finally shoot their very first TikTok video. Of course, it was YN who asked the other to do it since she found the videos she watched hilarious. So, some time between breakfast and afternoon, the couple walked out to their quiet backyard to do it. All while their twins have their nap.

"So, I'll describe you with something mean and you'll do the same thing?" Jin asked, stretching his right arm over his chest.

You nod, "Yeah, we'll basically roast each other. But we'll start with the phrase: The suspect is. You know, like when cops look for their suspects."

"Okay, bub. I'm ready," he replied, this time, rolling his shoulders.

Your eyebrow raised while watching him warm up his body. A routine he usually does before working out.

"Why are you acting like you're about to run a marathon?" you scoffed.

The first one to be shown in the camera is Jin, in his favorite green hoodie, running while your voice can be heard in the background.

"Suspect claims to be a responsible drinker but posted his personal cellphone number online when he was drunk." Giggles were in between your words when you said that.

Jin stopped, "That was years ago! It was one time."

You laughed as he defended himself, remembering the time you witnessed Jin's manager stressed out the morning after Jin shared his phone number through Instagram Stories while Jin was guiltily nursing his hangover. It was around the time you two were doing press junkets for your second movie.

"Suspect had a very public crush over a co-worker when she was fourteen."

Jin grinned as you stopped from jogging. Your jaw dropped while the cringy memories of your past came running back to you.

"Oh my god! Stop bringing that up. It's embarrassing."

Everyone knew that you loved musicals, especially the movie Hairspray with Zac Efron in it. So when you were younger, you were never shy about expressing your adoration for the actor, mentioning him in interviews in teen magazines and television talk shows a handful of times. He was kind enough to surprise you one time during your appearance in Ellen. You were telling a behind-the-scenes story to the host and audience when Zac quietly walked behind you and sat next to you. Everyone laughed at your flushed reaction when you realized who was sitting beside you. Your hands were even shaking when he introduced himself to you. Up until now, you still see GIFs and memes of your reaction online being used in various contexts.

Before moving to the next clip, your husband was heard whispering under his breath, "It's cute."

"Suspect thinks he is slick every time he's shy. His red ears always give it away!"

Jin stopped and laughed at that, so hard that his hands are on his knees. You didn't stop, zooming the camera to his ears that are slowly turning crimson red.

"See! See!"

"Suspect claims to be a writer but has three thousand unfinished drafts in her computer!"

You stopped in your tracks and slowly looked back at the camera. Staring, you crossed your arms while acting really offended by that. Jin laughed at your dramatic reaction.

"That was personal, Jinnie! How could you say that?" you shook your head, feigning disappointment. "Writer's block is a worldwide issue. You know, five out of five writers get affected by it. It's a real problem."

"Suspect acts so innocent but likes to be called---"

"No! No! No!"

Jin stopped you before you could even finish your sentence. His tone seemed panicked. The camera was later focused on the ground while you two were heard whispering.

"We cannot share that online, bubba. It would generate articles."

"It's not like it's a bad kin---"

It was cut off to the next clip.

"Suspect called me the wrong name during our first and second date."

This time, it's your turn to laugh so hard that you fall on your knees on the grass. Jin was also laughing after mentioning that time.

"It was two different names!" he added, making you laugh even more.

To be fair, the names were his characters' names in two different projects he worked on. One is for his Netflix series and the other was his character's name in your second movie together. It was an honest mistake by you since you were really tired at both times it happened. Jin too. You two would just sneak in your first few dates in between your tight schedules.

"The suspect cannot tell his children apart."

Your husband was clearly taken aback by that, maybe dramatically offended. Knowing it was true, he didn't even deny it.

"That was only a few times--"

"Specifically, nine times!" you counted, trying not to laugh.

His eyebrows raised as he crossed his arms, "It was those days when they wore the same matching clothes."

"One is a boy and a girl, Jin," you told him, reminding him that your twins wear different colors of the same type of clothes.

"They are identical twins, bubba. You know that I have bad facial recognition!" he whined like a kid while you laughed.

"Suspect ghosted everyone for almost two years."

Although you stopped jogging, you just put your wrists together like you are surrendering, willing to be handcuffed. You walked back to him as you spoke,

"The suspect is guilty. She said she regrets nothing over it. She is happy with the choices she made."

Jin smiled upon hearing that. He remembered you two talking about your plans to have a hiatus in the middle of your piling projects. It was after you learned you were pregnant. As soon as you made sure that you indeed were, you immediately thought about taking a break since you already had your priorities straight. It was not just a decision you made in the spur of the moment. It was something you promised to do before you even met Jin.

As someone who grew up in a complicated family, you wanted different things when starting your own. You were willing to literally drop everything, leaving movie projects that you were dreaming of working on.

Jin wanted to do the same thing, so he could be with you. But you encouraged him to just finish his remaining commitments at the time. He was in a more tangled situation since he already started filming for those projects and couldn't afford to stress everyone with a sudden leave.

"Oh, bubba. I love you." he whispered.

He was about to lean in to give you a kiss. But you spoke,

"I love you too, si--"

"No!"

You laughed as he walked back to your house, enjoying his flushed reaction over your jokes.

note | unedited. not a comeback. this is just a random blurb in my head. sadly, I haven't written anything for months now. i feel bad leaving a lot of my works here on a cliffhanger but idk when will I update again. but thank u so much for reading and being here :)) hope ur having a great day.

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[isabeauwolf]

Daily reminder to vote for Overhaul!! There's only 2 more days left!

[shurisasthmaticgf]

wait a damn minute: max verstappen x black fem! reader

summary: in the midst of the biggest worldwide IT outage you realize your name has come up at the worst time possible

author's note: i wrote this on friday when the entire thing happened, i thought i posted it but turns out it was camped out in my drafts still. this is my first max fic so i hope it's an enjoyable read! feedback and comments are always appreciated and highly encouraged, i like to know what you all think of my work!

warnings: google translated dutch

the hungarian grand prix was only days away and you couldn't wait to surprise your boyfriend with a visit. it killed you to miss his races but you'd recently been promoted to a new position in your company which required more days in office than remote. you'd managed to balance work and personal life pretty well but when you weren't missing due to your new job, you had something else happen last minute. finally, after weeks of working long hours on end in an office, you were in the clear to start remote working more frequently.

you managed to clock out of work right on time so the minute the clock hit 6:00 pm, you were logging out and grabbing your already packed bag. one of your coworkers passed by you in the elevator, he was the only one around your age in the entire department so immediately you both clicked. he lightly bumped you with his shoulder and commented, "three side profiles and a headshot or selfie." you furrowed your brows in confusion and he clarified, "photo requests for my husband of course." the two of you burst into laughter as you teased, "was the autographed photocard not enough for you, théo? i even decorated it and put it in a holder for your desk." the young man smiled fondly thinking of the small 3x4 inch card that sat on the corner of his main monitor. he brushed one of his locs from his face and dramatically sighed, "fine i won't be pushy...i only want the selfie." you shook your head and refused with a chuckle, "i'm not asking toto wolff for a selfie, théo." your coworker let out a fake sigh of disappointment and lightly pushed you in the other direction as you parted ways to your cars. you laughed and called out, "i'll see what i can do, no promises though!" his face lit up and he blew your air kisses before calling out a goodnight.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

just thinking about seeing your boyfriend racing again brought butterflies to your stomach. although he was doing well this season a few problems had cost him a few wins here and there. fans had jokingly mentioned that you not being at races was the cause of the missed first place wins because coincidentally, every race you've ever attended, max has won exactly that. for weeks fans have asked about your whereabouts and you'd practically ghosted them simply because you were working so much. you were known as one of the more down to earth f1 WAGs who had no problem interacting with fans in person and over social media. so you suddenly not showing up for max and not interacting with people online made them wonder what was going on with you during the past few weeks. now that work had chilled out, you were happy to be back online again, and even happier to be able to make it out to hungary this weekend.

the moment you stepped into your apartment you made a beeline for your bedroom to change out of your professional clothes. you snatched a pair of scissors, a spray bottle, conditioner, a towel, a comb, and a crumpled up paper bag and cozied up on the couch with shrek queued on the tv. you sprayed your head with the warm water in the bottle and spread a glob of conditioner all over the roots of your hair. you pulled one of your braids forward and snipped the end before unraveling it and picking out whatever knots formed in the 6 weeks your hair had been tucked away. thankfully this time it didn’t take too long to get your braids out, only 3 hours compared to the usual 5 when you didn’t have your boyfriend’s help.

right as the last strands of synthetic hair slipped out of your own curls, your phone rang the familiar tune and a picture of your boyfriend flashed on your screen. a warm smile spread across your face as his camera turned on to show face. you braided you hair on each side to get it out of your face as you spoke, “hi my love how was your day?” he rolled over to his side and grumbled sleepily, “long, usual press day so you know how that goes.” you frowned slightly, “i wish i was there with you today.” max hummed and admitted, “i do as well. but your work is more important so i can deal with this.” you watched as his eyes lingered on your face and you giggled while moving out of the frame shyly, “stop looking at me like that.” although it was dimly lit in hotel room you could see the light pink tint to his cheeks as he smiled, “i can’t admire my lovely girlfriend?” he yawned mid sentence and you insisted, “as much as i love talking to you i know you’re tired and you need to go to sleep. so i’ll talk to you tomorrow, yeah?” he sleepily agreed and murmured, “welterusten mijn liefste.” you blew him a kiss and whispered softly, "goodnight baby." [goodnight, my love]

instead of heading straight to sleep you chose to wash your hair rather than waiting until the morning to do so. the flight you managed to snag last minute to hungary was set for tomorrow evening and you hadn't packed anything. not wanting to get onto a plane with a damp head of coils, you decided to just deal with it tonight. the entire process didn't take as long since you were speeding through just so you could sleep. by the time you were done it was around 2 AM and you were more than happy with the results. a dozen thick twists hung past your shoulders until you wrapped them up into a scarf and covered them with your bonnet to head to bed.

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when you woke up in the morning you noticed your phone had over 50 missed calls, messages, and emails. your mind conjured up the worst possible thoughts as you called your boyfriend to see what was the matter. max answered on the first few rings and you anxiously stammered, "baby? maxie? what's going on are you okay? where are you?" on the other line max answered clearly confused on what you were talking about, "schat? i am fine, i'm heading to the track. nothing is wrong here, what are you talking about?" you started to calm down realizing that he was fine but you responded, "i thought- didn't you blow up my phone early this morning? i was worried something happened and-" your boyfriend interjected with a calm tone, "y/n, i promise you nothing is the matter-"

an incoming call from théo, your coworker cut max off and you spoke up, "i'm sorry i think it's work related because théo is calling me." max let out an annoyed sound and you laughed, "i don't get why you don't like him." max scoffed, "he is too touchy and handsy with you." there was a playful groan, "oh god here you go- max, we've been over this. théo is a 27 year old gay man from san francisco who's convinced he's princess diana's reincarnate. he's the least of your worries okay?" max conceded, "okay fine i guess...but i still have my eye on him." another call from théo interrupted your conversation and you added, "but he's blowing up my phone so i need to see what's wrong. i'll talk to you later okay?" max agreed and bid you goodbye before hanging up the phone.

meanwhile you answered théo's call and he was literally running through what looked like the parking garage of his high rise. he panted, "you- you nee-...oh god i'm out of shape- you need to get up right now.. i'll be there to pick you up in fifteen minutes so be ready downstairs." you looked around confused and your coworker/ friend explained, "there's some massive outage or something happening. i know we had off today but they're calling the entire office in to see if we can figure it out." you were already climbing out of bed and you pressed for more information, "what do you mean an outage?" théo shrugged and wiped sweat from his brow as he tried to make himself look less winded, "i dunno i was thinking a breach or something? whatever it is we'll find out but we gotta go right now babes." you hurriedly grabbed an outfit from your closet and started to get dressed and ready to go, keeping him on the line.

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when you finally managed to get to his car, théo pointed to your phone and told you, "check twitter too, the fans are making jokes that you did something to the platform." despite having no idea what the hell he was talking about you opened twitter to see the flood of tweets under your name on the trending topics list. a pit formed in your stomach and you nearly fainted when you realized what he was talking about. you were completely new to this job and panic coursed through your veins on the thought of losing everything you worked hard for. the look of panic drew a laugh from your best friend and coworker as he jested, "they're funny aren't they?!" you shook your head and nearly shouted, "no it's not i'm gonna get fired!" théo waved off your concern, "girl the issue is definitely not from you and nobody thinks so. besides, dante from marketing and eleni from HR were sending the funny ones to our group chat...not that this isn't serious but just to make light of a shitty situation you know?" you shifted in your seat unsure how to feel and he promised, "i guarantee it's fine."

when you actually got to work with théo you were pulled into a meeting where you all were briefed about the situation. they clarified that they knew it was an issue with an update that was sent out early in the morning. after the meeting your boss told you that he knew you weren't supposed to be working today but you did need to stay and potentially over the weekend as well to help your team mitigate the issue as much as you all could. despite it being a global issue and not directly an issue from the monaco office, you knew that he meant he needed you there to help deploy the solution when it came through. he let you have a fifteen minute break to rearrange your travel plans and make the cancellations you needed before having you start work.

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the work day ended later than usual, the later hours were spent at your home office while you were on meetings with other people on your team. luckily you were able to catch up with the results of max's first and second practice sessions through peeking at live updates while you worked. when you got the okay to clock out, you nearly fell asleep on your desk but waking back up when your boyfriend's ringtone jump scared you.

you kept your head on the desk as you opened the video call, "hey you." max's features softened when he noticed the look of exhaustion on your face, "it was that bad huh?" you gave a silent thumbs up and sighed, "i wish it didn't happen...i was so excited to come surprise you and finally be there to see you again. i'm sorry i can't make it work." max rushed to your defense, "er zijn nog genoeg andere races over in het seizoen, je kunt in plaats daarvan naar die races komen kijken." you let out an annoyed groan, "i know but i wanted to be there this time. now you'll have bad luck." max chuckled at the mention of the running joke of you being his lucky charm, "it's alright. don't worry your pretty little head about me. now come on let's go to sleep, i know you're tired." you shuffled your feet against your bedroom floor as you took your phone with you to get ready for the night. [there are plenty of other races left in the season, you can come and watch those races instead.]

as you lay in bed with your lights off max asked, "did you see they asked me about you today?" you hummed a soft, "nuh uh." he smiled at the memory and explained, "i was in an interview and they mentioned that your name was trending on twitter and asked if i saw it. i only saw that your name was trending but i didn't see what for so they told me fans made jokes that you crashed the mercedes, mclaren, and williams servers so that i could win this weekend." a sleepy smile crossed your lips and you asked, "what'd you say?" he turned over in his bed and answered, "i told them it wasn't you because you don't make mistakes in your work. you're too good at what you do. also that you aren't the one that sends out the updates so people don't need to use your name in a bad light." you grinned wider already knowing what he was going to say, "and how did that go over?" max let out an sigh and small chuckle, "the guys have been making fun of me all night for it." you let out the loudest laugh max has heard from you in weeks making him somewhat more fine with getting teased by his friends.

your laughter subsided and you told him, "tell me about something interesting." max thought for a moment then started rambling on about the geologic history of the netherlands, watching as your eyes started to droop with the passing minutes. falling asleep with your boyfriend still on the phone became a habit especially in the early days of you dating. but now you were spending more time with him that occurrences like this just started happening once more, leaving you missing his presence at night. as for now, this was the best you could get.

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

the end.

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María Félix (Doña Barbara, La Mujer sin Alma, Rio Escondido, La Cucaracha)—Maria Felix is still possibly the most well-known Mexican film actress. She turned down multiple-roles in Hollywood and a contract with Metro-Goldwyn-Meyer in order to take roles in Mexico, France, and Argentine throughout the 1940s, 50s, 60s. She was so famous and so respected as a dramatic actress that she inspired painters, novelists and poets in their own art--she was painted by Diego Rivera, Jose Orozco, Bridget Tichenor. The novelist Carlos Fuentes used her as inspiration for his protagonist in Zona Sagrada. She inspired an entire collection by Hermes. In the late 1960s Cartier made her a custom collection of reptile themed jewels. She considered herself to be powerful challenger of morality and femininity in Mexico & worldwide--she routinely played powerful women in roles with challenging moral choices and free sexuality. But even still, years after he death, she is celebrated with Google Doodles, and appearances in the movie Coco, and holidays for the anniversary of her death.

Julie Andrews (The Sound of Music, Mary Poppins)—Oh where to start .... I'm not sure I even know how. She's just perfection. And it's not fair I can't bring post 70s work into this, because she just gets better and better, and her drag performance in to die for. But in the era I CAN talk about, she shows she has THE RANGE. Beautiful, feisty, funny, holding her own against Christopher Plummer, Paul Newman, Rock Hudson. Oh she's luminous.

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María Félix:

She's Thee Hot Vintage Movie Woman of México. She's absolutely gorgeous and always looks like she's about to step on you. you WILL be thankful if she does.

"María Félix is a woman -- such a woman -- with the audacity to defy the ideas machos have constructed of what a woman should be. She's free like the wind, she disperses the clouds, or illuminates them with the lightning flash of her gaze." - Octavio Paz

María Félix is one of the most iconic actresses of the Golden Era of Mexican Cinema. La Doña, as she was lovingly nicknamed, only had one son, and when her first marriage ended in divorce her ex-husband stole her only child, so she vowed that one day she’d be more influential than her ex and she’d get her son back. AND SHE DID! María Félix rejected a Hollywood acting role to start her acting career in Mexico on her own terms with El Peñón de las Ánimas (The Rock of Souls) starring alongside actor, and future third husband, Jorge Negrete. She quickly rose to incredible heights both in Mexico and abroad, later on rejecting a Hollywood starring role (Duel in the Sun) as she was already committed to the movie Enamorada at the planned filming time. Of this snubbing she said, quote: “I will never regret saying no to Hollywood, because my career in Europe was focused in [high] quality cinema. [My] india* roles are made in my country, and [my] queen roles are abroad.” (Translator notes: here the “india” role means interpreting a lower-class Mexican woman, usually thought of indigenous/native/mixed descent —which she had interpreted and reinvented throughout her acting career in Mexico— and what abroad was typically considered the Mexican woman stereotype, with the braids, long simple skirts, and sandals. This also references the expectation of her possibly helping Hollywood in perpetuating this stereotype for American audiences that lack the cultural and historical contexts of this type of role which would undermine her own efforts against this type of Mexican stereotypes while working in Europe) She was considered one of the most beautiful women in the world of her time by international magazines like Life, París Match, and Esquire, and was a muse to a vast number of songwriters (including her second husband Agustin Lara,), artists, designers, and writers. Muralist Diego Rivera described her as “a monstrously perfect being. She’s an exemplary being that drives all other human beings to put as much effort as possible to be like her”. Playwriter Jean Cocteau, who worked with her in the Spanish film La Corona Negra (The Black Crown) said the following about her, “María, that woman is so beautiful it hurts”. Haute Couture houses like Dior, Givenchy, Yves Saint Laurent, Balenciaga, Hérmes, among others, designed and dressed her throughout her life. She died on her birthday, April 8, 2002, at 88 years old, in Mexico City. She was celebrated by a parade from her home to the Fine Arts Palace in the the city’s Historic Downtown, where a multitude of people paid tribute to her. Her filmography includes 47 movies from 1942 until 1970, and only two television acting roles in 1970. She has 2 music albums, one recorded with her second husband, Agustín Lara, in 1964 titled La Voz de María y la inspiración de Agustín «The voice of María and the inspiration of Augustín», and her solo album Enamorada «In Love» in 1998. Her bespoke Cartier jewelry is exhibited alongside Elizabeth Taylor’s, Grace Kelly’s and Gloria Swanson’s. In 2018, Film Director Martin Scorsese presented a restored and remastered version of her film Enamorada in the Cannes Classics section of the Cannes Festival and Google dedicated a doodle for her 104th birthday. On august 2023 Barbie added her doll to the Tribute Collection.

Julie Andrews propaganda:

"She has such a simple but amazing beauty to her. Not to mention her amazing and melodic singing voice!"

"Roles like nannies and governesses can make us forget how attractive she was! A perfect combination of elegant and adorable, with the most incredible vocal range to boot!"

"Besides having one of the most amazing singing voices ever to grace the silver screen, Julie always had an understated beauty to her that wasn't always shown off on screen. But it's there nonetheless because her characters managed to pull some of the hottest men ever to grace the screen."

"The juxtaposition between carefree Maria and stern but fun Mary Poppins shows the power of the acting of this HOT VINTAGE MOVIE WOMAN"

"Charming, genteel, incredibly charismatic, beautiful, and has an angelic singing voice to boot. Her screen roles as Maria in The Sound of Music and Mary Poppins are absolutely iconic for a reason and she originated several well-known Broadway roles before those."

"the most beautiful woman 12 year old me had ever seen possibly"

"OMG OMG OMG she’s definitely been submitted before how could she NOT but!!!! I loveeee her so muchhhh rahhhh prebby!!!! cool!!!! mary poppins the beloved <33333 some people dislike it but I love jolly holiday so much because it IS a jolly holiday with Mary!!! no wonder that it’s Mary that we love!!!!!"

"I know many people who were taught in singing lessons "when in doubt, pronounce words how julie andrews would pronounce them." THATS CALLED INFLUENCE. THATS CALLED MOTHERING THOUSANDS."

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Jihyo's way

" Eton is the worst choice for him." my mum's voice echoed in the living room while my dad was looking outside of the large window facing Hyde Park. My parents were arguing about what uni I should have enrolled in, my academic grades made me graduate a year prior to my classmates in high school.  I was already 17, my dad wanted me to go to Eton College while my mum was pushing me to Oxford University.

"Come on, love, Eton is a great opportunity for him." He didn't even look at my mother while he said that, and that really piss her off. She had been fighting with my father about this for months, and I was quite tired of that.

"It's a boy-only school. He needs to learn to socialize with other women. Oxford is the best choice. It's in the top 5 worldwide." She declared with an angry voice and a red face. " You know how Nayeon is important to him,  she's studying there too."

Nayeon was the daughter of another doctor living in our building. She has been a family friend for years, and we really have a strong bond with her. We would go to eat dinner at her house every 2 weeks, and we've been sharing so many memories together. She was the only friend I had, being quite shy and introverted in high school it was quite hard for me to make friends.

I wasn't that good with girls Nayeon was the only woman I've ever been good with, that's why my mum was pushing for Oxford since she knew how important she was to me.

"You're just trying to make him get closer to her, right? Cause he's too shy. He has never been with a girl." My father snorted, making me blush and avoiding his gaze. That was the truth, but it was not like I wanted that, I just didn't know how to approach girls. I was afraid of being rejected or hurt, so I kept myself away from any romantic relationship.

"Don't be a dick. Oxford is a top tier University, and having Nayeon there will make college life better." my mother retorted, going her way. 

" Fine, Oxford it is then." my dad sighed in defeat leaving the living room.

Jihyo, my mum, came in front of me. I was seated on the sofa still a bit annoyed by my father's stubbornness. 

" Baby, relax." Jihyo cupped my cheeks kneeling down to meet my eyes. 

Her touch was warm and reassuring,  I immediately felt better. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't want to make you feel uncomfortable. But I want what's best for you and Nayeon. You two have been growing so close over the past few years.  She was really happy when she discovered that you've been admitted to Oxford, she is eager to see you there." My mum patted my cheek, I blushed a bit since that was quite embarrassing.

"Nayeon really wanted me to get into Oxford?" I asked a bit surprised.

"Of course, she loves having you around her, you two are like siblings. She is very important to you, right?" She smiled at me, making me think for a few seconds before nodding in agreement. 

A few weeks went by and finally, the moment of moving to Oxford came, even if the Uni didn't start before a month.

Jihyo's POV.

" Baby, hurry up or we are gonna be late." I announced to my son who was running a bit late. 

The car was already ready to leave, with all his belongings in it. 

I prepared myself, earlier in the morning, opting to wear a light blue striped crop top and a brown skirt. I took the opportunity to wear my midriff-baring outfit since I knew my husband will not be with us for the drive to Oxford.

I had my hair cut the day before, shaped in a chin-length bob, with a fringe. 

My son ran down the stairs bringing his rucksack on his shoulder. His blue eyes pierced me from the moment he got to the bottom of the staircase. I could see the admiration in them, the way he gazed at my body was making me feel hot all over.

I smiled at him; I hugged him tightly, kissing his cheeks leaving a red lip-shaped mark on his face. I could see he was blushing; probably, he didn't want that since he was really shy.

He opened the door of the car to let me in, he placed the rucksack in the boot before taking the passenger seat.

" Let's go." I whispered to him, giving him a smile.

We left the house,  the drive would have taken around 2 hours.

" Baby boy, you are so  grown up now." I giggled as I looked at him.

" Mum..." He sighed in embarrassment, his blush was getting even more noticeable. "I am 17 and now I am going to the uni." He announced in a proud tone.

"I know, that's why I'm saying that. You have become a man now, with those blue eyes and that handsome smile. I'm pretty sure you are gonna attract many girls." I complimented him.

He looked away from me blushing even more than before. 

The drive was quite pleasant, from time to time I could sense his eyes on my body. I looked at him for a few seconds and that was enough to notice him gazing at my nude legs.

" Are you fancying the view?" I questioned him, smirking, I knew I had a hot figure.  

Nature got a big pair tits, and my dedication and passion for fitness has given me a firm and toned body. And that outfit I was wearing today was showing everything I've got.

" M-mum." His voice was shaking a bit, probably he was feeling ashamed.

"Don't be shy, baby. You can tell me." I reassured him.

"No, m-mum, it's just that I never seen you in that outfit. That skirt is quite short..." He trailed off his sentence.

I couldn't hold on to my laugh anymore, I knew the outfit was short but not that much. I could understand him for being surprised but not for feeling embarrassed.

The skirt was brown, matching my brown eyes. It was and high-waisted one, my legs were exposed for all their glory. 

" Oh, baby, it's not that short. You just need to get used to this kind of outfit." I told him giving him a smirk, he nodded slightly, still looking at the floor of the car.

After 15 minutes of driving we stopped at a traffic light, we were still in the city, and I knew it would have taken another hour to reach the motorway. 

"Son, in Oxford you are gonna live in a flat I  own. It's just 15 minutes walk to the Uni." I explained to him as we got into the motorway.

" And with whom am I gonna live?" He questioned me back.

" With Nayeon of course. She has been living in that flat for the past two years." I affirmed. " It has been refurbished quite recently and it has an open space configuration on the first floor."

" Oh, I see." He replied to me, still looking a bit lost. 

I knew that he wanted me to stay there too, but that was impossible since my job was in London and I could not have been moved.

I reached for his nearest hand and squeezed it gently, after a second I motioned it to my bare legs and placed it there. 

" Since you have been ogling at them for the whole drive." I announced to him with a chuckle.

He looked at me with wide eyes, as his face blushed again becoming red as a tomato. 

He gently moved his fingers on my soft skin,  making me bite my lip and moan a bit. 

" Mum, you are making this too weird." He confessed to me in embarrassment.

" Am I?" I giggled back to him.

I knew I was teasing him, but he was just too cute with his reactions, it was hard to not play around with him.

We arrived in Oxford as soon after, parking the car in the nearest park if possible. I took my son's hand in mine and dragged him towards the flat building.

We finally arrived at the flat I owned in Oxford. I rang the bell waiting for Nayeon to open the door.

The bell was ringing a few times, but no one seemed to answer it, so I decided to use my own key to open the door. 

The house was empty a note on the countertop written by Nayeon informed us that she was on a weekly trip to Wales with her cousins. 

" I'm not gonna let him stay here all alone." I muffled sitting on the sofa in the middle of the living room. 

" Baby go and take your luggage and come back here immediately." I ordered him. 

As a good kid he was he obliged and in a matter of minutes he came back with all his belongings, my legs were crossed and stretched on the coffee, my skirt dangerously short unable to cover my tight. 

His blue eyes scanned me from the top to the bottom, stopping at my legs, where his gaze stayed for a few minutes, his cheeks tinted in red. 

He placed the bags on the floor and came to the sofa sitting on the other side. 

" Baby come here." I patted my lap, he looked at me a bit confused. " I need to talk to you, and it's gonna be easier if you sit here." I insisted. 

He scooted closer to me lying on his side, his head placed on my tights. I felt his warm breath on my legs, causing goosebumps all over my body. 

" Is everything okay?" His voice sounded concerned. 

" Yes, it's fine, I just don't want to let you alone here. It's too big for you." I explained. 

He looked at me curiously, probably wondering why I was making that such a big deal. 

" Nayeon will be back here in a week at max." he replied. 

" I'm gonna stay here with you in the meantime, it's my house after all." I stated stroking his raven hair.  

His eyes went wide, it was easy to read his thoughts. 

"But where am I gonna sleep?" He asked me. 

" Don't worry, there are three bedrooms. Two doubles and one single." I reassured. 

" And where are you going to sleep?" He questioned. 

" Nayeon has her room with a double bed and the single room is currently used as a store room, so I guess you will take the other double and I'll sleep on the sofa." I told him.

" Never in a million years, I would let you sleep here." he affirmed his voice was so sweet I melted a bit. " We are gonna share the double."

I leaned down kissing his forehead, my clothed tits touching his head. 

" Really, I'm fine here." I whispered. 

He shook his head,  his hand grasping my thigh. " No, m-mum." he stuttered.

I looked at him and then nodded, a smirk appeared on my lips. " If that's what you want." I whispered to him. 

His hand didn't leave my skin, his fingers were massaging it gently. I closed my eyes enjoying his touch, my body started to react to his actions. 

A moan slipped out my lips, my thighs squirmed a bit.

" Mum?" he questioned me, my eyes opened to meet his.

" Hm?" I asked back.

He moved his head on my lap, the friction of our skin made me moan even louder. 

" Are you feeling okay?" he asked.  " More than okay." was my answer. 

 He kept looking at me with his splendid eyes, my hand kept combing his raven hair. 

" Baby, are you a virgin, aren't you?" I questioned him out of the blue.

His cheeks got tinted, and his eyes scanned the room before looking back at me. " Yes." he nodded. " I've never been with a girl." 

" I see." I let the conversation die for the moment, it was almost time to get dinner. 

" Baby, let's grab a bite in a restaurant here on the main street." I affirmed.  

He went to change his clothes to something more elegant, while I just freshened up not having a spare change of clothes with me.  

It was hard for an external person to think we were mother and son, my baby has grown up so much, he was tall and slender, and his body was still a bit skinny, but he had a great height which made his body even more appealing. He was wearing a black trouser and a plain white shirt, his hair was perfectly styled.

I could notice how many people were looking at us while we were walking through the main streets of the town, I kept my hand on his hip making my ownership of him quite clear.

We reached the restaurant, we decided to pick the one with a full window view of the street, it was late afternoon so we didn't need to book the table in advance.

I ordered a bottle of wine for us. I knew his father wouldn't approve of that since he was 17 but I was his mum and I wanted him to have a nice time with me.

He asked me about the University and my past experience there, we chatted for a while sipping wine and eating our food. 

My baby was looking at me with adoration like  I was a goddess. His gaze on me was making me feel so sexy.

" Mum, can I ask you a question?" he whispered to me as the dinner was almost over.

" Of course, baby." I answered back. " Go ahead."

" You're so pretty and smart, we both know what kind of broken relationship you have with Dad, why have you never seen anyone else?" his question was sincere.  

" I have you, baby boy." I replied. " And I love you more than anything. I don't need anyone else." My answer was sincere as well.

His gaze softened, and his hand caressed my arm tenderly. " Mum, I adore you." 

I melted a bit with his comment. We kept eating in a warm silence, the walk back was serene, he held me by my waist as we walked, his tall body protecting me.

We didn't talk much once we got back to the flat, I took his hand and led him towards the bedroom. 

My baby had no idea what was I planning to do, his face was blushed and his blue eyes were wide with wonder.

" Mum." he called me in a whisper, his voice trembling.

" Yes?" I whispered back.

" What are we gonna do?" he asked.

" You are going to take your clothes off." was my answer.

His cheeks turned even redder, he started to undo the buttons of his shirt with nervous hands.

I followed his motion, removing all my clothes while he remained with his trousers and underwear on. 

I pushed him to sit on the bed, my hand reached into his trousers to unbutton them and pull them down his legs. 

His gaze was on me as I kneeled on the floor and removed his boxer. His member accidentally sprang out and slapped my cheek, making me giggle.

His cock was beyond what I was expecting it to be, it was much longer than his father's and thick enough to give a hard time. 

" Lay on the bed with your legs wide open, honey." I commanded him, and as a good kid as he had always been he obliged silently.

His eyes were full of lust and uncertainty for what was about to come.  I sat on my knees in between his legs, his cock was standing up right in front of my face. 

My hands motioned on his shaft, stroking it gently and slowly. He moaned so cutely that made me wetter.

I leaned on his dick, kissing his head and licking his shaft from the base to the tip. His moans were getting louder with each lick, I could feel his cock twitching on my tongue. 

My lips parted widely to let me shallow him, my mouth covered his cock entirely it was so deep down my throat I started to gag. I bobbed my head up and down sucking his cock as best as I could, his hips moved upwards pushing the shaft more down my throat making me gag. My saliva was drooling down my lips, he placed his hands on my scalp gently guiding my motion without forcing me. 

With a loud pop, I released his cock from my mount, replacing it with my hand. I lowered myself down his shaft to the balls, my lips gave them a lick and his body trembled. 

" N-not there." he stuttered cutely under my touch. 

I smirked nastily taking a bit of my spit on my index finger, I rubbed his hole making it wetter. He tensed up as he saw me doing that.

" Mum, what are you doing?" His voice was so small and innocent, making me feel so dirty.

" Shhh, baby, I know what to do. " My free hand stroked his cock making him relax a bit.

My wetted finger pushed slowly against his hole, reaching his inner walls and curling down to his prostate. I had inserted till the second knuckle of my finger, slowly I started to massage his prostate gland with a 'come hither' motion.

" Fu-fuck. Mum...!" he screamed and his body was twitching under me.

" I'm cumming." I moaned softly.  Ropes of semen landed on my face making a mess on me, I swirled my tongue around my lips savouring his delicious cum. 

His blue eyes looked at me like he was possessed, his gaze was so heated that he almost burned me. 

" I'm gonna put at work that handsome face you have got." I affirmed mounting on his face. 

His tongue found my pussy right away, licking it like it was a lollipop.  I began to rock my hips on his soft mouth, his hand gripped my ass squeezing it firmly.

His tongue darted inside of my pussy tasting my juices, I moaned with my head leaning back and my eyes closed. I placed a hand on his forehead stroking his hair making him feel better.  I started to rock back and forward on his mouth, his lips were stretched widely, and he was licking everything of my pussy.

" You're so good." I praised him. " You're gonna make me cum." I declared as his hands gripped my ass hard. He was eating my pussy with hunger, making me shiver.

My orgasm hit me out of nowhere, his tongue on my clit was too much for me to handle. I rode his face squirting my juices in his mouth. 

His eyes were on me the whole time, he could feel my pussy clamping on his tongue as he was licking my cum off of it. 

I got off of him panting, my body plotted close to him. " Baby nobody has ever made me cum with just his tongue." I admitted. Our tongues collided as we kissed each other. His lips moved from my lips to my ear, licking my earlobe and nibbling.

" I want to fuck you now, mum." He whispered in my ear, his warm breath made me shiver.

" Take me as you please." I surrendered to him wrapping my legs around him. My pussy was still dripping from my previous orgasm, and his cock slipped inside of me easily. He bottomed out in me with one thrust making me scream in pleasure. 

He was filling me so well, his movements were slow and sweet. His hands were caressing my body, my legs were wrapped around him pulling him deep in me.

His cock moved slowly in me as he was thrusting in me from above. His mouth kissed my neck and my collarbone, leaving a trail of red marks on me.

" Faster." I requested him, wanting him to pound my pussy hard.

He obeyed me immediately, his thrusts were now faster and deep than before. I could feel him hitting my cervix with each thrust, it made me scream and moan loudly. 

" Mum." He groaned in pleasure as he was fucking me hard.

My hands reached for his ass, pulling him deep in me and squeezing it firmly, making him moan.

" That's it, baby. Keep going." I purred as he hit my sweet spot with each thrust. 

I know I was demanding a lot from him, it was his first time and so far he had satisfied me well over my wildest expectations.  

He raised his torso from my body, he grabbed my hips in his hand lifting my ass upwards. 

He started to pound me deep and fast, my tits were bouncing wildly as he was thrusting hard. I could feel him stretching me out,  but I couldn't care less, his cock was feeling too good.

" Baby I'm gonna cum." I screamed. "You are gonna make  me squirt again." I announced to him. 

His hand slid on my pussy and he found my clit with his fingers. He started to rub it making my pleasure even better. I was so close to cumming that his fingers were enough to send me in an intense orgasm.

His name came out my lips as I came, and my juice gushed out of my pussy coating his cock and balls.

I was a mess. He slowed down a bit sensing that I was too sensitive to keep going as his previous pace.

This was a kind of attention I had never gotten before, but I have to admit that it was pleasant. Even my husband cared just to pound me like a  slut when we fucked. I looked up at my son and he was smiling down at me, his face was red and sweaty.

" Rest your body on the bed, I'll ride you like you cannot even have dreamt of." I purred in his ear biting the earlobe. He nodded and did so. 

I took a deep breath and moved over him; I took one of his nipples in my mouth, licking it firmly. My son moaned and squirmed under me as my tongue was moving on his nipple. My other hand reached for his cock, stroking it firmly; he was such a sucker for the foreplay. 

" It's time for me to do a bit of work." I asserted straddling 

 him. My pussy still dripping wet and it swallowed his cock with ease. 

I started to move on his cock at first slowly making his eyes roll in pleasure. I could see him biting his lower lip, as he was trying to be quiet. He was doing his best to not make a single sound, but he was failing. His moans were so adorable, that made me want to tease him even more. I leaned in, my tits were just above his face. 

" Bite my tits." I ordered him. He obeyed immediately taking one of my nipples in his mouth and sucking it hungrily. I moaned under his touch, his hands went to my hips as he was pulling me down on his cock. 

The angle was perfect, his cock was hitting my G-spot with each of his thrusts, making me cum a bit each time.

I lifted one of my breasts in his mouth giving him the other nipple to suck. He switched sides immediately, devouring it in  his mouth like a hungry animal.

" More." I pleaded him wanting to feel his teeth on me. His teeth were so sharp that I knew they would hurt a bit, but it was just the right amount of pain to mix with my pleasure.

He obliged me immediately biting on my nipple with his teeth, making me cry out in pleasure. 

His hand moved to my ass squeezing it firmly as he was thrusting deep and fast in my pussy.

I kissed him torridly, my mouth swallowing his moans. I started to grind my pussy on his cock as I was sitting on him. His hands went to my ass again helping me to move up and down on him.

" Oh god, this is so good." He moaned in my mouth. I smiled knowing that I was satisfying him well. His cock was deep in me as I could feel it hitting my cervix making my walls clamping on it. His thrusts were becoming more urgent, he was getting close to cumming.

" Cum for me, baby." I whispered to him looking at him with lustful eyes. 

"Where?" he asked me breathlessly.  

"Inside. Do it ." I answered him.

His movements became frantic, he was pounding me deep and fast making me scream as he was cumming. His seed was shooting in my womb making me orgasm with him. I felt his cock twitching inside of me as it was pumping his cum.

I kept kissing him as we were running down our orgasms. My head rested on his chest, which was moving up and down with his breathing. His hands were still on me rubbing my skin gently. We lay down like that for a while dozing off without realizing it. 

I woke up before my adored son. I made up my mind, never in a million years I could leave him now I have finally someone who cherished me with all his essence. I was wealthy enough to afford to lose a job in London and relocate here to Oxford, the University would have been happy to welcome me back and so my former colleagues. 

My son would have been so happy to have me here for him. He was my only child and the love I had for him was beyond any comparison. I knew that it was not healthy to be in a relationship with your own son, but what is healthy in this world? 

His father, I didn't even have the guts to call him my husband anymore, only cared about his work and his new assistant. 

My son started to move in his sleep, his moans were adorable, they were making me feel hot all over.

I kissed his cheeks waking him up, his eyes opened and he looked at me in wonder.

" Good morning." I whispered. " Good morning, mum." his voice was still husky from sleep. His arms wrapped around me, holding me close to him. I felt at home, he was so safe and warm. He made me feel better than any other man I've ever been with. 

" Baby, do you love me right?" I questioned him. " As a woman I mean." 

He nodded immediately, a smile appearing on his lips. " Mum, you are the prettiest woman I've ever seen and you're my mum." I blushed at his words, I knew he was sincere and I loved him so much too.

" Can we be together?" I asked him. 

His face softened, and a smirk appeared on his lips. His hand went to my pussy touching it lightly. " Yes, mum." was his answer. 

" I was wondering if you would be down to include a third person in our relationship.” I told him, and his face turned serious immediately.

" Not a chance." he responded without even thinking. 

" Not even if I want Nayeon to be with us?" I smirked, I've always known he was fond of that bunny girl.  His face changed, he looked at me with a new interest. 

" Really? She would be down with that?" His curiosity was making him so cute. 

" I don't know yet, but we could ask her. What do you say?" I asked him.

He thought for a few seconds before nodding in agreement. " I would be fine with it."

I smiled at him, kissing his forehead and hugging him tightly. " Now, move your butt and provide some breakfast for the two of us." 

" Five minutes." he complained kissing pecking and pecking my lips. "Your mouth is so addictive."

He caressed my back slowly and tenderly, it sent goosebumps down my spine. 

We went downstairs holding hands, my pussy was sore but it was the good kind of soreness. He wore his boxers and a T-shirt while I just had on my panties and the T-shirt he was wearing yesterday.

He prepared two cups of tea for us and a big portion of toast with jam. We sat in the living room on the couch eating together and chatting.

The day passed by slowly, my baby was so loving and caring, he kept hugging and kissing me all day long. I loved the attention he was giving me, and his eyes were showing me that he was feeling the same.

Nayeon anticipated her comeback knowing we were in Oxford, she came late at night just before dinner. 

I was on my son's lap riding his cock wildly,  I was in heat and I couldn't stop myself from riding him like a wild beast. His mouth was on my tits sucking my nipples with hunger. I screamed his name as I came on his cock, his seed followed mine filling my pussy with it.

As we were catching our breath, we heard the bell ringing. I got off of his lap quickly, reaching for my skirt and top.

I got to the door opening it and Nayeon was on the other side, she looked at me curiously, probably wondering what I was doing here and not my husband.

" Nayeon! Come inside." I welcomed her. She took off her coat and bag before entering, she stopped in her tracks when she saw my baby on the sofa. He was still in his boxers, but he looked quite guilty. 

" J-jihyo." She stuttered.

" Hi dear." I answered her. I moved towards my son who was sitting on the sofa, and I straddled him again. I kissed his lips and I could taste the remnants of our juices on them.

" What are you two doing?" she questioned me and my son, she knew that we were close but I don't think she suspected us to be so close like that. 

" Oh, we are just discussing a few things." I stated looking at her. She was wearing a short white dress paired with black stockings and black high heels.

My son's blue eyes scanned her figure, and I knew he liked what he was seeing. I got up from his lap and motioned her to come and join us on the sofa.

" Sit with us." I smiled at her, her expression was still curious. She walked over to us sitting beside him. She looked at us both as if waiting for an explanation.

" You know we love you, don't you?" I started asking her. " Of course, I love you too." she answered looking at us with confusion.

" I will stay here in this flat, I'm in a romantic love with my son but we  have been wondering if you'd like to join us." I stated. Her face was still looking at me in wonder. 

Her eyes darted to my son who was looking at her in desire. " You know I have always had a thing for you, don't you?" he asked her timidly. 

Nayeon 's cheeks turned bright red, she nodded in response. Her face turned in my direction as if she was asking for permission. 

I smiled at her. " Go for it." I told her.

My son's hands reached her thighs and he started to rub them slowly and tenderly. I watched as their bodies started to react to each other.

She moved closer to him kissing his lips, their tongues colliding in a passionate kiss. 

I took the moment to watch them, their eyes were closed and their moans were filling the room.

My son was still in his boxers, and my pretty bunny had her dress and stockings on. I could tell he was horny as hell, he wanted to fuck her badly.

She broke the kiss and looked at me, probably wondering if I was still okay with her being with my son. I gave her a nod and she smiled back at me.

His had undid the buttons of her short dress, her tits were on full display for him and he started to lick and suck them eagerly. 

She moaned loudly and squirmed under him, her pussy was wetter than ever. I reached for my baby's cock and started to stroke it slowly. He moaned against her tits making her laugh and blush.

His boxers were off of his legs and I was stroking his cock firmly, Nayeon gasped as she saw him naked for the first time. 

" He is bigger than I expected." she giggled. 

I laughed at her comment, I was happy to know that my baby had pleased her so much. 

She removed her dress and she was just in her stockings and bra, her body was so pretty and toned.

She straddled my son, taking his cock in her hands and stroking it slowly. My hand helped her guide his shaft inside of her pussy. She was so tight that she screamed in pleasure as his cock bottomed out in her.

I stood up from the sofa, moving behind her. I reached for her bra undid it and removed it from her body. I massaged her shoulders and back making her relax under my touch.

" So good, baby." She moaned as she was bouncing on his cock. Her pussy was taking him in like a hungry beast, she was so greedy for his cock.

I smirked at her reaction, I knew what she was feeling. His cock was the best one I've ever had in me.

Nayeon leaned forward making out with my son as she was riding him more savagely, her ass was slamming against his pelvis each time she was going down on his dick. I smirked knowing he was loving that. 

" Baby don't let her do all the work." I observed sitting beside him. 

He smirked and started to pound her from below,  his thrusts became faster and harder. Nayeon was screaming in pleasure, her walls were tightening around his cock.

" Don't stop." she purred in his ear. " I'm fucking close." 

My hand reached her pussy rubbing her clit and her pussy lips making her scream my name. She started to cum on his cock squirting her juices in his balls.

" Oh gosh." He moaned, his teeth were biting her shoulder making her scream more. 

I removed my skirt and panties. " Baby take her from behind." I suggested him scooting a bit further away spreading my legs. 

He spanked her ass making her jump before pulling out, Nayeon lay on the sofa with her butt facing up. She crawled towards me placing her head on my lap, I stroked her hair tenderly.

My son kneeled behind her and pulled her hips upwards making her pussy available for him. His cock was hard and dripping with pre-cum.

I placed a kiss on her lips as my baby started to thrust in her from behind. She moaned in pleasure, as my tongue darted inside of her mouth.

She tasted so good, like a ripe strawberry. I could taste her juices in her mouth. 

He was pounding her harder, his thrusts were urgent and needy. Nayeon's pussy was dripping with cum, her juices were coating her thighs.

" It's too deep, bloody hell." she moaned breaking our kiss. She buried her face down brushing against my 

 pussy lips.

" That's it baby, make her scream." I purred stroking my tits with my hands. Nayeon was working on my folds with her fingers making me moan. Her tongue was tasting my clit making me shiver.

She was so good at it. My son was pounding her so hard that her legs trembling.

" I'm cumming again, fuck." Nayeon hissed squirting once more on his cock. My baby was moaning loudly, his thrust became erratic and urgent.

I lifted Nayeon's face, her expression was a statement of pure bliss. " Where do you want him to release?" I asked her.  She blushed a bit knowing she wanted him to cum in her.

" Inside." she whispered, her voice was small and cute.

I laughed and nodded, " Baby, you heard her. Do you worst with her." 

My son held her waist with his hands pounding her like a wild animal. Her pussy took him in, again and again, I lead her face down to town letting her suck on my pussy. 

Her tongue was so soft, it was making me shiver.  " I'm about to cum." He announced finally. 

" Fill me to the brim, do it." Nayeon cried out. 

He rammed a few more times before his cock started to twitch inside of her. His cum coated her pussy filling it to the brim. 

I screamed as I came, Nayeon kept licking me till I finished my orgasm. I was panting as I pulled her back on my chest.

Her face was flushed, her lips swollen.  My son's hands were still holding her waist, his cum leaking out her pussy making a mess on my sofa. 

" You're gonna need to clean that." He smirked pulling out of her pussy.

Nayeon and I were still lying on the sofa panting, she turned to look at him and kissed his lips sweetly. 

" As your girlfriend I warn you, I'm possessive with my belongings." her tone sent a shiver down his spine. 

" I'll be yours only, pretty bunny." he purred kissing her forehead. She turned to lay on her back looking at me with wonder. " Are you really going to stay here?"

I nodded. " I am. I want to be with my baby, he is my world now." 

She smiled at me giving me a sweet smile. " I'm happy for you two."

I laughed at her statement. " It's just the three of us now. No more hiding."

" Oh, I like the sound of it." She purred in my arms, as my baby snuggled on my other side.

...

Nayeon's POV. 

We were on a date in a small cafe, facing one of the most picturesque streets in the city. I was feeling pretty today, wearing a yellow dress and her hair in a ponytail. 

My boyfriend was telling me about my last class when the waiter, a tall and toned guy, came to us. He was handsome,  he had a messy blonde hair and deep brown eyes. His member must have been huge given the bulge noticeable on his trousers. 

He had looked at me since we entered the cafe,  he was checking me out like it was a sin to be that beautiful.

He was writing down our order,  his eyes were on my legs the whole time. " Here, can I ask for your number?" he dared to ask me in front of my boyfriend.

I smirked at him. " No, I don't give away my number to anyone." I replied.

The guy pouted, but he didn't look disappointed, he knew he would have got his chance sooner or later. My boyfriend looked at me and I saw his eyes getting darker with jealousy, he hated it when other guys looked at me like that.

" Don't worry, baby." I whispered to him placing a kiss on his cheek. "I'm yours only."

" Why should I worry? You just stared at him like  he was a meal." He replied to me back.

" I was not, baby, I swear." I lied to him.

" Whatever, I need to go to the toilet." he got up and walked towards the bathroom.

The waiter was coming to us with the order; his eyes were still on me. " You are too gorgeous to stay with a guy like him." he whispered to me. " He is too insignificant for a girl like you."

I smirked at him biting my lips. The guy looked at me like he wanted to fuck me right here on the table. 

" Maybe, we'll see." I giggled.

" Oh I have got a thing, you would be very interested to see." he asserted, moving his hand along the bulge on his trousers.

" That's gross." I replied still looking at him with lust. " You shouldn't do that." 

" You want it, I can see that in your eyes." he smirked back. 

" You wish pervert." I declared as soon as my love came back wrapping his arms around my shoulder from behind. 

" Let's go. I've had enough of this place." his voice was low and seemed calm, but I could sense he was pissed. 

We walked back to the flat silently he was holding my hand a bit more tightly than usual, a sign of his jealousy. 

When we reached the flat, my love threw me on the sofa and I laughed at his actions. He glared at me, his blue eyes were sparkling with anger. 

" Flirting with a waiter in front of me, that required audacity or stupidity it depends on the point of view." his voice was cold as the ice in his eyes.  

" I wasn't flirting. I was just looking at him." I tried to defend myself.

" Bullshit. He was eating you alive with his eyes and you were playing along." his voice got harsher. He undid his belt and unzipped his trousers, he pulled out his cock stroking it slowly and firmly.

I licked my lips watching him, his dick was already leaking pre-cum. His hand went to my skirt and removed it making me sit on the sofa in my thong. 

His hand reached in between my legs, his fingers rubbed my pussy lips and my clit. " So wet already." he commented sliding two fingers inside without warning. 

" You bastard." I moaned while he was fingering me rough. 

 His fingers were moving at an alarming speed inside of me. 

His thumb found my clit and rubbed it gently, his lips came to rest on my neck. " Now I'll show you why you are mine."

He removed his fingers from my pussy and grabbed my hips in his hands making me stand on all four. He pulled out my thong and his cock slid inside of me without warning. I gasped in surprise as he hit my cervix, he was so deep that I could feel him in my womb.

" Baby, slow down." I begged him. His grip on my waist got tighter making him push me deeper in me.

" No." was his answer, his voice sounded so cold. My ass was slamming against his pelvis as he was pounding me. His hands moved to my tits grabbing them in his hands. " Your pussy is too tight, you're making me cum." he whispered in my ear.

" That's the point, baby." I moaned as he hit my G-spot with each thrust.

His thrusts were faster than before; he was making my pussy take all of him. I was about to cum when he removed his cock from me, denying my climax. 

" The hell are you doing." I complained vividly.  He didn't answer me, instead he grabbed my hair pulling me up from the sofa. 

He made me stand in front of the sofa looking at him, he was still fully clothed except for his trousers which were at his ankles. I started to kiss him deeply, his hands moved to my ass squeezing it firmly. 

" That's how you should act, no flirting with others." he told me seriously. " Bed now." was his order.

I  obeyed him silently, he walked beside me till we reached my room. He closed the door behind him and locked it. " Remove your clothes." his voice was still cold, he looked at me as if I were his toy.

I removed the remaining bits of my outfit standing in front of him fully naked. 

"That's a sight to behold." he asserted removing his own clothes.  I lay on my bed spreading my legs open in invitation. 

He crawled on the bed never diverting his eyes from mine, he was making me feel desired. His lips traced a path along my neck, his hands reached my tits sucking on my nipples with hunger. 

His cock was throbbing against my thigh, his movements were so slow and torturing that I was starting to feel desperate. 

" Please." I whimpered. 

" Shut it." his mouth moved down showering my midriff with kisses till he arrived into town giving a long lick to my  pussy lips.

I moaned loudly, my pussy was dripping wet. His tongue darted into my pussy tasting my juices. His hands were under my thighs lifting them up. 

He sucked on my pussy, his tongue was dancing in my walls making me shiver and moan. His fingers found my clit rubbing it in circles making me scream my climax. He removed his mouth from my pussy as he tasted my juices on his tongue, he looked like a predator ready to devour his prey. 

He leaned over my body,  his cock found my pussy in no time and he was sliding deep inside of me till the hilt. My walls clamped on him immediately, my body was still trembling with my orgasm. His thrusts were deep and slow, he was giving me the sweetest of lovs. My hands wrapped around his neck, I was pulling him to kiss me. His mouth found mine tasting my lips slowly. 

Our bodies moved in sync with each other, he was fucking me so deeply that I could feel his cock head hitting my cervix. His mouth moved on my skin placing kisses on my body. 

" Oh my god." I moaned in pleasure. His hands found my tits kneading them roughly. 

My pussy clenched around his cock, my walls tightened making his cock twitch inside of me.

" Not yet." he growled stopping his thrusting. 

His face softened staring at me, he pecked my lips tenderly. " Nay, can I go a bit faster?" his voice was awfully cute. " I need you so badly."

" Fuck me hard, baby." I answered back.

His hands went to my thighs lifting them upwards and spreading them wide. His cock bottomed out inside of me immediately making me scream in pleasure.

His thrust became fast and wild, he was pounding me like a beast, my ass was slapping against his pelvis with each thrust. 

My pussy was stretching to accommodate his length, it was so sensitive that his thrusts made me feel so good that I could cry.

His eyes were closed, his moans filled the room, they were driving me insane.  " Honey keep going. I'm close." I urged him. 

His thrust became urgent, his cock was twitching inside of me signaling that he was close to cumming. His hands grabbed my waist pulling me upwards as he pounded me like a wild beast.

" You are making me cum again." I screamed releasing my juices in his cock. 

He was losing control; his thrusts became frantic. " Nay. I'm gonna cum." he warned me. 

" Pull it out I got a surprise for you." I told him, making him lay on the bed spreading his legs to make some room for me.  I licked his cock slowly and tenderly, his balls were still dripping with my juices. I liked two of my own fingers, making them glistering with my saliva.

" I'm gonna give you a prostatic massage." I warned him. His eyes were wide in wonder as I started to rub his asshole with my finger.

I knew it was a bit kinky, but he didn't protest. Slowly but surely I inserted one of my fingers in his hole. I felt him tensing up under my touch, but his cock was still throbbing. I moved my finger inside of him gently, it was the first time I was doing it, but my instincts seemed to work well. He was moaning loudly, his hand stroked my hair tenderly as I was pleasuring him.

My finger was deep inside of him till the second knuckle; his body was trembling. I found his prostate with ease and started to massage it firmly. My other hand was wrapped around his shaft stroking it fast. He moaned loudly, his body was shivering under my touch.

" Nay. I'm cumming." he gasped.

" Cum for me." I whispered back. His cock twitched in my hand as his orgasm hit him. His cum was shooting out in ropes, I took a few drops on my lips tasting them.

His body was relaxed, his breathing was slowing down. I laid on his chest, my head was resting on his shoulder as he held me in his arms. 

" Thank you, baby." he whispered placing a kiss on my forehead. " That was amazing."

" I know." I smirked kissing his chest. " But don't forget you owe me a round tomorrow" 

He chuckled and I could feel the vibrations of his laughter under me. 

Jihyo came opening my door. " Can I get him?" Her voice was almost tired after a full day at work. 

I nodded too shattered to do anything more than sleep. My love kissed me sweetly and moved to his mum happily to see her. 

...

Jihyo's POV

When I returned home from my last lecture I heard my son shouting in pleasure in Nayeon's room. 

Today I wore a simple but alluring sleeveless black dress that ended way before my knees. Students had ogled me during my lectures, my legs were toned and my ass was round. My black heels enhanced my curves perfectly, I looked like a supermodel more than a teacher. 

I took off my heels and coat before entering the house,  I walked silently till I reached Nayeon's door. 

I heard my son moaning and begging her to finish him. My pussy clenched at the thought of them having sex. I had never been with a woman before but I had always wondered what it would be like.

I pushed the door open slowly,  my son was laying on the bed and Nayeon was over him with her ass up in the air. 

"Can I get him?" I questioned, I needed him so badly. 

Nayeon let him go falling asleep before we left the room.  I took him to my bedroom where he took my hand making me spin like we were dancing,  I giggled and he laughed with me. 

"I love you, mum." He told me once we were in bed.

" I love you too, baby. I miss you so much." I admitted to him kissing his forehead. His hands went to my ass grabbing it firmly and squeezing it. I moaned in his arms.

" Did you have a good day?" he questioned.

" I did, in this dress I made turning  heads in the university." I confessed to him. My son smirked and pinched my my inner thigh hard a few times making me laugh.

" So nasty to make those students dream of you." he affirmed biting the point where he pinched me, my soft flesh 

 was red from his touch.

"I can't help it." I defended myself, my cheeks were red and flushed with embarrassment.

" Of course not. You are a goddess." He praised me. I blushed at his compliment and I felt so good in his arms. His mouth found my neck nibbling it tenderly. 

His hands went for my dress undoing the front buttons, his hands were so gentle that I felt like I was in heaven. 

" Take it off." He commanded me and I did so roughly removing my dress and bra. 

His eyes found my tits immediately as always, he moved his semi-hard cock closer to them. 

" Do you want me to let you fuck my tits?" I questioned him reading in his mind.  

" Yes, please." he replied me. 

He aligned his member in the middle of my breasts while I  squeezed them together making a nice cleavage for his cock. I stroked his cock with my tits making him groan in pleasure.

" You have the softest tits in the world." he praised me.

His hands were massaging my tits with so much gentleness, his member was throbbing in between my tits.

I squished my tits tighter making him moan louder. His thrusts were getting faster, he was about to cum. His face was contorted in pleasure, I could see he was trying to hold back his orgasm. 

His movements became erratic, his cock twitching in between my tits. " I'm about to cum." He gasped out of breath. 

" Go for it, baby." I encouraged him.

His cum was shooting out on my tits, he had cum so much that it was dripping on my chest.

" That was too good." He whispered placing a kiss on each of my tits. His tongue licked my tits cleaning his own cum from me. 

" Son can you go one more time?" I asked him. I know I was pretending a lot since he already cum twice tonight but I was confident in his stamina.

" I can try, mum." he answered me. I smirked at his reply, I instructed him to lie down while I mounted on him. 

" I'll fuck you hard, baby." I informed him grabbing his dick on my hand while raising a leg to make the access more easy. I lowered my body down on his cock taking him all in one thrust. He moaned loudly under me, his hands grabbed my ass cheeks squeezing them firmly.

" You're too tight, mum. I can't last." he warned me, but I was not listening. I started to move up and down on him slowly at first making him feel every inch of my pussy. His eyes were closed, his mouth was half-open.

He looked so cute and innocent that my heart swelled with love. I planted my hands on his chest to have a better balance, I moved up to his tip and slammed down violently bottoming out inside of me. My pussy walls clenched on him making his cock twitch.

" Mum, you're too good." he moaned placing his hands on my waist to help me move up and down.

I started to bounce on his cock at a frantic pace, my pussy walls were stretched to accommodate his girth. My tits were jumping up and down with each of my movements, he took one of my tits in his mouth sucking on it like he wanted to get milk out of it. His tongue was tracing circles around my nipple making me moan in pleasure.

I leaned in, kissing him deeply; my tongue was dancing with his in a passionate kiss. His hands squeezed my ass, making me feel like I was on fire, my pussy clenched around him, making him gasp in pleasure. I knew I was about to cum, I could feel it in my bones. My thrust became more urgent, his cock twitched inside of me,  and  it was signalling that he was going to cum soon too. 

I removed my mouth from his, my orgasm hit me, and my juices coated his cock and balls.

" I'm about to cum, mum." he whispered. He grabbed my hips moving me up and down on his shaft wildly,  his cock bottomed out in me again and again, and my pussy tightened around him making him scream in pleasure. His cock twitched violently inside of me as he released his load. 

" You filled me so much, baby." I purred as his cum was leaking out of my pussy, he was still pumping in my cunt. His left hand gripped my waist while the right one was on my head, caressing my short hair.  I smiled at him, my heart swelling with love for him. He was so perfect that I couldn't imagine a life without him. I was a lucky woman, he was my everything, the love of my life. 

Nayeon came into the bedroom naked as the day she was born, she seemed ecstatic to see us like that. She hopped on the bed wrapping herself around me and kissing my neck and shoulders. 

I pulled her in my arms holding her and my son with all my love. 

I loved my son with every fibre of my being and Nayeon, I had never felt this way for a girl before, but she had won me over. She was the perfect addition to our relationship. I would have done anything to make her and my son happy, they were my world and reason for existing. They made me feel alive like no one had ever done. Three is the magic number.

[tender-rosiey]

Gojo is the type of guy to always bring you flowers. Always.

devotee — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: anon you so right. let’s do this

whenever satoru goes on a mission, he comes back with a ton of souvenirs and a bouquet of the prettiest flowers to bloom on this earth.

it is so cute and it always makes your day even if he, one time, unknowingly gifted you a flower that symbolized death with a huge grin.

you had asked him about why he gifted you that flower in particular and he said it's because it was your favorite color. so you could do nothing except shake your head helplessly, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

that's why it doesn't surprise you when he bursts into the first years' classroom with yet another big bouquet and even a bigger smile, "hi babe!"

you get up from your chair, "hey 'toru," you peck his lips, gently taking the bouquet from his hands, "what are these for?"

"nothing," he hums, "just wanted to appreciate you."

"again?" yuuji questions.

meanwhile, nobara blows her nose, screaming at the top of her lungs, "god, when will it be my turn?!" she quickly recovers with a smirk, throwing the tissue away, "just kidding! I don't need no man."

so yeah. satoru never fails to get you flowers, and in some of the most creative ways because satoru is anything but traditional.

if you don’t find a bouquet on your doorstep then you find a trail of flower petals that leads to your shared bedroom. it’s a pretty cute thing, the idea of your husband taking the time to put petals in your house to make your day just a bit easier is heart-warming.

but satoru won’t do something half-way and that’s why the petals on ground beside your bed spell your name, a heart, and a very bold ‘i love you’. it’s cute and it makes you smile, and it almost makes you forget the tiresome day you had.

but then you feel strong arms wrap around your shoulders and you’re pulled to a chest you’re very familiar with.

your husband is grinning as he peppers your face with kisses and you don’t have the time to think about your day.

another thing satoru loves to do with the flower petals is provide you with the most romantic and calming bath ever.

you remember that one time the higher-ups assigned you a multitude of missions on the same day and it exhausted you. you came back home, tired and almost a corpse.

upon seeing your beaten up figure, satoru took matters into his own hands.

in no time, he was able to decorate the bathtub with flower petals and candles. he got you all the snacks you like and offered himself as a—self-proclaimed—worldwide and top-tier masseur.

but before the pampering, he made sure to treat your wounds as gently as he could.

he threw a few jokes here and there, sang your praises about how strong and brave you are, and his lips left no part of your skin untouched, firm yet soft kisses that he hopes will make the pain even a tiny bit more bearable.

then you got into the bath and your body immediately relaxed. add to that, the surprisingly good massage you’re getting from your darling husband. and when you have had your fill, he helps you wash up, hands covering your eyes so the soap doesn’t get in.

when you stand up, and he gets the towel to cover you, he pauses.

you’re reminded of how intimidating satoru’s eyes are in the moment. without his blindfold, you get the full effect and truly feel his gaze. however, what’s difference between the look he gives his enemies and the look he gives you is far too vast.

to the enemy, satoru’s eyes are the ocean that will drown them to doom. to you, it’s the sky that doesn’t fail to shine upon seeing you.

it almost flusters you: the unadulterated love and pure devotion in his gaze. he takes you all in, admiring every inch of your body then grins, “the body of a goddess.”

and even in his absence, satoru doesn’t let you forget that you’re loved.

one time, when he was away for a couple of days for a mission, you were going on with your daily routine, all fine and dandy.

then you wanted to get that photo album satoru made for your anniversary to pass time until he comes back. satoru personally handpicked and glued every single photo.

he also decorated it with silly stickers and even sillier drawings, along with annotations that make you giggle when you can vividly imagine him saying them.

your feet almost immediately take you there, and you slide the drawer open.

but the photo album is surrounded by flower petals that—mind you—were not there before, and a sticky note is on it. your husband’s handwriting decorates the note and it reads ‘don’t miss me too much now. I will be back soon ;)’

you take the note in your hands and roll your eyes. nevertheless, you hold it close to your heart and wish for his safe return because, in the end, even the strongest will have a weakness.

and satoru doesn’t shy away from showing his love for you to everyone. so he doesn’t mind bursting into the meeting room and sitting beside you, presenting yet another bouquet of flowers, “for you, gorgeous.”

some are rolling their eyes, others are fondly chuckling, but satoru doesn’t care and frankly, neither can you.

who would reject the pampering from someone they love so dearly? a confession on a starry night once fell from his lips, “my heart is yours, you know. do with it what you want.”

it’s the love and care that is effortlessly shown in his actions and you always let him know that you appreciate it every single time.

you cup his face and press a big smooch on his cheek and a grin is automatically plastered on his pretty face.

because as beautiful as an action can be, it needs to be acknowledged and appreciated to reflect the same beauty to the giver.

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Ya'll surprised that my birdman is #1? No?

Surprised that I'm a huge Villain Lover and slut for Villains? No?

I've ranted, rambled, and fangirl hard for Kai Chisaki/Overhaul on here, no regrets whatsoever! In fact, sharing my love for our nerdy bird has been an absolute joy! God, his voice, his golden eyes, he captivated me the moment he was first on screen and I fell for him hard. My birdman, my Toucan King, Villain and Yakuza husband. Damn, Kai, if you knew how much me and my fellow members of The Chisaki Nation love and adore you!

When I said Dabi was shoving his way into my heart and fanfics, I wasn't kidding, haha! I swear to god, he knows I'm a sucker for anime men with white hair and blue eyes and would tease the shit out of me for it with his big stupid shit eating grin on his smug face. Seriously, this pyromaniac and blue eyed casanova won't leave! He's a gremlin, I tell ya!

Hitoshi Shinso being the only Hero on this list, he's the only exception for me, lol. His blunt sass and snark, but despite everyone telling him he has a villainous quirk, he went after his dream to become a Hero! He's got my full support!

Our gamer boy, Shiggy. Our bratty, short tempered man child, we've watched you grow into a truly fearsome Demon Lord and Hero for The League. T-T I'm so proud of you!

Hari, Kai's right hand man, his confidant and best friend. It may not have been said, but his fierce loyalty and absolute faith in Kai, proves how far be will go for him; he would gladly follow him into the depths of Hell, I know it. The more my obsession with Overhaul, the more my soft spot I have for Chrono. Wish we got more backstory on both him and Kai in the series.

My top 5 MHA characters

I’m excited—I’ve already submitted so many questions for Horikoshi (might post them later).

On the downside, why is this a global event yet the final fanbook will only be sold in Japan :/

Are any fan questions from outside of Japan actually going to get answered? If we can’t get a copy of the book anyways, how will we know if our questions got answered?

[i9messi]

Christmas miracle — Max Verstappen

Max and you were friends, but this Christmas something happens between you two.

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note: friends to lovers!! It's romantic and highly inspired in Christmas romcoms.

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You didn't know what, but something was different during these days. You were spending your time in a small hidden village in Sweden. It was very homely, the houses were decorated and the Christmas spirit was present, even if you didn’t understand the language of the locals. Christmas was worldwide and you were someone who loved sharing and caring about others, as much as you loved these special days.

Your friend Max had invited you because he knew how much you loved this moment of the year and the need to get out of your exhausting routine. Working full-time and still a little bit depressed from breaking up with your boyfriend, your best friend thought it was the best idea so you could forget about your worries and just focus on Christmas.

“Auch!”

You complained loudly, as you felt the snowball hit the back of your head. A child had thought it was a good idea to start throwing snowballs at complete strangers, and you were the target of his prank.

“Do you want me to throw a snowball at him? I can throw one in his face, so he doesn’t bother anymore.”

You laughed, while Max looked at the child as if he was really thinking about throwing a snowball in his face.

“Don't be silly. Kids are just kids, Max. Where is your Christmas spirit?”

“I wasn't like him at his age.”

“No, but you were way worse. I remember you fighting with Charles and other kids in the karting.”

He said nothing. As you continued your walk, Max forgot about the kid and started talking about different things. To hear him speak so freely was beautiful, because now that the races had ended for a short period, it was as if his mind could disconnect from all of it.

He wasn’t the Max that everyone knew, the one who seemed to only care about winning and succeeding. No, this was the Max you knew: someone loving, caring and good friend.

You both started to shop in the small market of the village. Milk, chocolate and marshmallows. That same morning you told him that Christmas was not the same without a cup of hot chocolate and as Max never forgot anything, he decided to go shopping with you.

The old lady who was attending smiled at the reflection of both of you.

“You make a beautiful couple.”

“Oh, we’re just friends.” you and Max said at the same time, correcting the woman.

“My husband and I were only friends, and now we have been married for fifty years and have seven grandchildren. We used to say we're just friends, look at us now.”

You smiled while Max paid for everything.

“I’m happy being friends.” He said and the lady looked at him with a little mistrust.

“Now that Jultomten is coming, there is something different in the air, something magical. It’s never too late for a Christmas miracle.”

Knowing that the woman just wanted you two to say you were in love and loved each other more than friends, you both decided to just nod and leave the store. The way to your rented house was short. The children were making snowmen and throwing more and more snowballs. Luckily, this time neither you nor Max were the target of them.

Once you arrived at the house, you and Max went to your separate rooms to change clothes for something more comfortable and also to turn on the heating. Back in your pajamas, you appeared in the kitchen. Max made the hot chocolate and you took the marshmallows and put them in the cup.

Once it was done, you took seats on the sofa, right next to the fireplace.

“It tastes so good,” you said, without separating your gaze from Max's.

“I could live like this. Without caring over winning races and titles, just spending my time with my best friend in a small town.”

You smiled, Max was right. These days were so enjoyable, without caring about anything. You forgot about your responsibility, about social media and everything else. It was Max and you. You and Max. Nothing more. Life was so beautiful with you and him together.

“We could live happily together,” you joked, while taking another sip.

Something changed in Max's eyes. He suddenly became someone you couldn't read, not completely.

“Would you?”

“Live happily with you? Why not? You're my best friend.”

There was a deep silence, until he spoke. His eyes looked at you with great attention, waiting for your reaction.

“Can I be totally honest with you?”

“I always thought you were honest with me, Max.”

And he was. He was a person you could trust, because he always told you the truth. Even when it was hurtful.

“I'm in love with you.”

He spoke so low, you could hardly hear his whisper. Yet you were very sure of what you had heard. He loved you. Your best friend loved you.

“Max, what are you talking about?”

“I have loved you since the moment I knew you. For years I thought I had no chance— but look at me, risking all. I’m waiting for a Christmas miracle to happen so you’ll realize that I’ve always been there for you.”

You got up from the chair and left the hot drink on a small table.

“Max, don’t lie.”

“I’m not lying.” He also stood up from his seat, repeating the same thing you had done.

His blue eyes never shined so bright. You knew him, and for so many years you learned when he was lying and when he was not. He was telling the truth, his truth.

“Why didn’t you tell me before? Why now?”

“Would it have changed things?”

He continued to speak, because you didn't know what to say.

“No, it wouldn’t have changed anything. You would have gone with that asshole who broke your heart and I would still be waiting for an opportunity… I’m not lying and I would never lie to you. I’m in love with you and it drives me crazy to think that someone so stupid could break your heart and make you cry. I would never make you cry, love.”

“Max— I need time to think.”

“Don't go.”

“I’ll be back.”

You grabbed your coat and didn’t give him time to respond, walked away. The children were still playing, but everything seemed to move in slow motion at that time. You found a seat, while tears fell from your eyes.

Suddenly, a young girl stood in front of you.

“Why are you crying?”

The good part was that the girl spoke the same language as you, the worst part was that you couldn’t blame the bad translation for not knowing how to express your feelings.

“Oh, nothing.”

“Crying is good, but my mom always tells me it’s also good to talk about the things that make us cry.”

You smiled at her.

���My best friend told me he’s in love with me.”

“So what’s the problem? I’m in love with my best friend, too.”

“How did you realize?”

Asking that to a girl who looked like she was no more than ten years old was a little pathetic, but still, you found yourself doing it.

“He is my favourite person in the whole world. I care about him being happy and his opinion is important for me. Sometimes I dream about holding his hand and about how it would be a future together. I feel butterflies in my tummy and I feel nervous he gives me attention, especially in a way that feels different from others.”

You nodded and spoke a minute later, with your heart beating so fast.

“I used to be in love with him, when I was little. I thought— I was so sure that those feelings had disappeared but now, I think they never disappeared. Not entirely.”

“You should go and talk to him, you need to tell him how you feel.”

You nodded.

“You’re right, little friend.”

You stood and looked at the girl.

“Thank you.”

“Merry Christmas to you.”

You smiled and started walking toward the house, you found Max walking fast down the streets. His face looked worried as he tried to find you among the people on the streets. His gaze met yours and some calm painted on his face, but still, he hurried to close the gap between the two.

“I was worried, you weren’t coming back and it was getting late. I know you don’t feel the same as me and…”

“Max, shut up and listen to me.”

He kept his mouth closed.

“I freaked out. When you told me that you had feelings for me, I thought everything would change between us but now that I think about it, nothing is going to change. When I was a kid, I used to think we’d be together when we grew up. I thought we’d get married and end up like all those couples I used to see when I was little. When time passed, I guess I stopped daydreaming or somehow tried to date other people, knowing that I couldn’t have you. Not like that. I searched the faces of other men, not knowing you would be here waiting for me."

He swallowed, “What do you mean?”

"Isn't it obvious? A wise person made me realize that those feelings never went away and that I still have feelings for you.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want my feelings to influence the way you feel.”

“Max, I’ve never been more sure in my life. Oh, except every time I knew you were going to win the championship.”

He smiled. A genuine smile that made him look much softer than he really was.

“You are making me the happiest man.”

“Max?”

“Yes?”

“We could go home and kiss there.”

He smiled and he held your hand.

“Let’s go.”

In fact, you kissed a lot.

[sytoran]

home is where the heart is ★ profile

IN WHICH your married life with Natasha Romanoff is depicted through this comedy-drama series. With your dream job, three kids, and a plethora of friends, each day is blissful but all the more chaotic and unpredictable. (And ultimately, very horny.)

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Y/N L/N (the beefcake)

YOU are known as 'mama' to the kids, and 'daddy' to natasha. would literally lay your life down for your kids and wife. raging butch, gym rat, handiman around the house, occasionally helping with cooking and cleaning as well. you're also the CEO of L/N-Corp worldwide media, with a degree in being husband material. you like it when natasha calls you handsome, a service top to the end of time. but at the end of the day, you're just ken, hopelessly in love with your wife and worshipping the very ground she walks on.

NATASHA ROMANOFF (the milf)

NATASHA is known as 'mommy' to the kids and you. epitome of housewife milf, with her clean fashion and reading glasses and soft tummy you never fail to squish. she's the stricter parent, with a firm but patient parenting style. as much as she can resist the kids' puppy dog eyes, she always falls for yours. down bad for your beefiness. peak wife material - she's teaching the kids the piano, the food she cooks is literally orgasmic. your darling angel pillow princess. she's the barbie to your ken, the black cat to your golden retriever, the only one for you till the end of time.

MARINA (the peacemaker)

MARINA is your oldest daughter, ten years of age but wise beyond her years. her name is of russian descent, meaning "of the sea". marina is a quiet kid, more calm and laid-back like natasha. you think your daughter is a secret genius, as she's topped her class since first grade, and has an amazing affinity for languages and the arts. the first time you read one of her poems, you started crying. (it was titled 'the sun' and was about how much she adored you, for the record.) marina is such a responsible big sister, though she sometimes struggles with the lack of attention she gets because of her younger siblings.

EMILIA AND EMILIO (the troublemakers)

EMILIA is the older twin, five years-old and ready to rock the world. her name is also of russian origin and means 'eager'. she's more tomboyish than her older sister, disliking dresses and being weirdly obsessed with checkered bermudas. she's a little unorganised, but emilio keeps her in check. they balance each other out, after all. emilia is completely selfless and entirely loveable, just this shining bundle of joy in your life. she loves football too! you play it with her and emilio on the weekends.

EMILIO is the younger twin by fourteen minutes (which his older sister never fails to tease him about). they share the same name meaning, which is rather fitting. this five year-old is loud, unapologetic, and aspires to be a dinosaur. he really likes pterodactyls, okay? he's a mommy's boy, always curled up in natasha's arms when he's not busy exploring the world. his fated enemy is mathematics, so you have to fight world wars in order to get him to do his addition and subtraction. just a cheeky little guy who thinks the world of his sisters and moms.

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first time making actual ocs with names and stuff! what are your thoughts on this lively family....

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[hadesoftheladies]

if you look at statistics on general human suffering or tragedy, like cancer, car accidents or poverty, you'll find that the difference in impact between men and women is minimal. but when it comes to sexual violence? OH. MY. GOD. the depravity of males is astronomical.

fifteen million girls were raped in 2017. 15 MILLION. for context, the amount of people that died in a car accident last year was 1.5 million and an average of 10 million people die of cancer worldwide. those girls were brutalized by their "husbands", boyfriends and partners. that's who did that to them.

according to this other source from 2020, 150 million girls are raped every year. 150 MILLION. in 2017, an estimated 50,000 women and girls were subject to gender-related homicide. Those numbers have grown a lot since then.

if you think these are mainly problems for lower-income countries, RAINN puts the rate for sexual assault at 1/9 for girls. 82% of all victims under 18 were female and 94% of the perpetrators were known to them; 88% were male. This was data from just 1 financial year (FY16) in the US.

there's not a lot of research being done on child-on-child SA, but according to this study, half of the sexual abuse girls under age 18 suffered were perpetrated by minors.

so forgive me if i get a little ticked off when adults and entertainment keep advertising relationships with boys and men not only as inevitable but as good, rewarding and safe.