#but i'm just flabbergasted at this point
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it's sometimes so silly to look in the notes of a polyamory art/post and see people like "is this cheating art....?" when the characters in canon are all extremely close friends. i know it's not malicious because most people think of monogamy as the default and anything outside that Must be cheating, but truly i'm always like. guys. guys Please.
please think about this for like 2 seconds.
under what circumstances do we think this non-canon couple might hold hands directly in front of their canon partners. and under what circumstances do we think the canon partners might be okay with this. do we Truly think this is a secret relationship. do we Truly think these guys would sneak around behind their canon partners' backs when all of them are extremely close friends with a high level of trust and commitment to each other.
would assuming that these extremely close friends have actually communicated with one another Exactly The Same Way They Do In The Canon Source Material perhaps cause less despair.....
#and like. you guys know I LOVE RELATIONSHIP DRAMA. I LOVE EVERYONE BEING STUPID ABOUT THEIR FEELINGS#BUT SOEMTIMES WHEN THE ART IS JUST CUTE AND SWEET. WE CAN SIMPLY ASSUME. THAT IT'S CUTE AND SWEET. PLEASE...#i'm also a little sadder and more flabbergasted by how many shipping discourse lavwin posts are in the tag right now.#and how many posts i keep opening to see shipping discourse in the replies....#please guys i'm begging you. use the 'delete reply' function. It's So Good.#i've been deleting bad faith replies on my posts for YEARS and at this point it's extremely rare for me to get ANY#you simply can't give people wiggle room for bad faith arguing. you just have to not do that.#'i get this but don't like it / i'm confused and don't like this' 'okay? i don't care...?'#cuz when you reply 'aw that's okay! here's my good faith response <3' everyone else is like 'oh i see! someone i can air my grievances upon#you simply Have to say 'actually you're being rude and i don't like it.' and/or delete their response.#It Is That Simple. Please. Love Yourselves
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Literally how do you even respond to that?
#literally I'm so flabbergasted because what is even their point dear god#literally you say anything positive about snape#and someone goes Well Acktually He BullieD ChliDren#like shut the fuck up for a minute#he was a fucking teacher in the 90s teaching potions its not his job to be nice its his job to 1) teach and 2) keep the kids alive#just because harry and ron suck at potions and hate him doesnt mean anyone else does#even hermione defends snape most of the time#and for goodnesses sake this wasnt even saying anything nice about snape it was about his suffering#but somehow he deserved that because he was snarky to 11 year olds?#because its not like any of the other teachers do anything like this right#aughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh#I'm so done like let me enjoy this man in peace will ya#severus snape#pro snape#snape defense#anti snaters
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created by p'nk black
#garry's mod#gmod#source engine#other#half life 2#hearted#all-timer modern gmod map and i'm flabbergasted that i didn't post this one at some point late last year. this is the gold standard imo#there are some spaces in this map where just the texture use makes my skin crawl. extremely evocative spaces#american childhood liminal space skeleton key
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Loki: Thor is sooooo smooth and aerodynamic Thor: no i'm not!!!! Loki: you won't believe how well he propels through water Thor: WHY are you SLANDERING me Loki: one time he hit into a rock so hard his particles slid right through to the other side Thor: BLATANT PROPAGANDA?!!!!!
#i think rumours about Loki go around Asgard naturally and i think rumours about Thor are mostly there because Loki thinks it'd be funny#there's a 50/50 ratio on rumours about either bro this way#Loki keeps the balance up#Thor finds this very funny too and knows but is still flabbergasted at the rumours#like 'really Loki? REALLY? people think i'm hiding naturally red hair??? which of our parents has red hair Loki!!!!'#‘do they really believe this one?’ ‘I don’t know how either but yes apparently some are very invested in it’#loki just yelling a new rumour out of a window of some street thor is walking on and he turns around and points at loki like 'STOP THAT!!!'#they mess around this way#i think thor makes up rumours about loki and spreads those too actually#they think it's hilarious
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By making your identity about your oppression rather than living as your truth in spite of your oppression, you risk moralizing the self and the ego so completely than anyone else living their authentic selves in a way that differs from your own becomes an attack on you, and you then must scramble to find moralizations for why their existence is problematic, rather than accepting the multitudous joy of authentic individuality. No, this isn't saying genuine critique of identity is not a valid talking point. It *is* saying that you personally not liking drag does not mean every queen or king out there is being transphobic, just because it happens to give YOU dysphoria.
#And I have far more nuanced opinions on this but I'm not going to get in the weeds right now#I'm just flabbergasted at the three separate times in the past two weeks that I've seen people say drag is problematic because THEY don't#Personally find euphoria in it and think it mocks them#Like oh my god.#Disclaimer: there are things popular in drag circles that deserve critique#Blanket statement 'drag is bad and makes a mockery of women' is literally judt#A conservative talking point dressed up in hrt.
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Kenji seems like the type of guy who would ask p3-kun to practice kiss with him. you know like, no homo and all that. just two dudes kissing for "practice".
#robin kenji posting#kenji tomochika#persona 3#''hey dude you wanna practice kiss with me? not in like a gay way just for like... our future girlfriends y'know?''#''...uh huh sure''#p3-kun goes with a lot of bs in some of his SL he probably would go with this too#plot twist its all well and good until kenji realises he actually like kissing p3-kun#and suddenly it's not so no homo kissing practice with his bestie#and now he's feeling weird and oh god he can't possibly let p3-kun know this#except spoiler alert kenji is not subtle(tm) and p3-kun knew this whole time lmao#and after a long time kenji finally confesses and p3-kun just goes ''yeah i already knew that ur not subtle dude''#and kenji just stares at him flabbergasted bc tf you mean you knew this whole time?? and didn't say anything???#(more spoiler alert p3-kun liked it to but he was too neurodivergent to say anything)#(they totally just sat there for like 10 minutes looking at the floor bc wtf do you even say after that)#whoops I'm gonna write a whole ass fic in the tags at this point#I'd actually write that but im not that great at writting orz#also hi if you read all that i hope you have a nice day :D
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I swear to god, if me and Michelle end up in an honest to god relationship I'm selling the fucking rights (to myself) and getting it made into a million dollar blockbuster movie (forcing my otp at the time to live through the 400k word slowburn I fear I may be trapped in)
#panda posts#michelle#she confessed to the girl she had a crush on (thea) and got rejected (i am genuinely flabbergasted)#and michelle said she could accept being rejected she just didn't want to lose thea as a friend but now thea is ghosting her and to try and#comfort her i said 'i want you to know i'm here for you and also to promise that you're stuck with me for life at this point and you're#never getting rid of me ever' and she responds back with 'i am more than okay with being stuck with you for the rest of my life Sammi'#followed immediately by 'til death do us part' SHUT THE FUCK UPPPPPPPPPP#SHUT UPPPPPP I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT MISS 'LETS GET MARRIED IF WE'RE BOTH SINGLE AT 40'#MISS 'LETS HAVE A CODE WORD SO WE CAN FLIRT WITH EACH OTHER WITHOUT IT BEING TAKEN SERIOUSLY'#(that one may have been my idea actually i shouldn't put that on her)#MISS 'EVERY TIME I SEE A SUNSET I THINK OF YOU'#MISS 'A QUEER PLATONIC RELATIONSHIP? ISN'T THAT WHAT WE ARE?'#SHUT UPPPPPPPPPPP#anyways i do not have romantic feelings for her though we would make a horrible romantic couple#but uhhhhhhhh subtle foreshadowing or whatever it is they keep saying on tiktok#who the fuck knows#going to tag this with#panda pines#because it feels like it should go there#waiting for the hilarious news to break that thea has had a crush on me the whole time and me and michelle were in another sorta love#triangle thing which i think would be hilarious#not really but also yes
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y'all i can't with this fuckass group project holy shit just let me do everything by myself i can't take this anymore
#fearandhatred#like are you BLIND. are you BLIND and ILLITERATE#i'm so mad i'm so mad i'm so mad#y'all okay within my group i'm working with this girl because we're doing two contrasting case studies (aids in the US and south africa)#i sent her. this is literally what i sent her okay.#“public health programs in africa -> more accessible to the public. vs private insurance in the US which is more exclusive”#you will not fucking believe the text she sent back to me#“but actually i feel that public health programs in africa would be more accessible compared to private in the us?”#WHAT THE FUCK. DID I JUST SAY#i'm actually about to cry oh my god i'm so flabbergasted#what the hell is going on in your head#like can you read#holy shit#WHAT?#wait guys i'm actually stunned like the reading comprehension is non existent and this isn't the only time#i've had to repeat my points to her over and over again like multiple times in the span of an hour#she didn't even know africa was a continent and not a country#oh my god#ohhh my god#i actually can't do this this week was supposed to be my rest week and i have to deal with this incompetent bullshit#i'm stunned i'm gobsmacked i'm flabbergasted
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it's probably a given but do you think when crowley said "we could've been us," he didn't just mean their "group of two" but the versions of themselves that they had become? the versions that had been shaped by the place they fell in love with and protected so fiercely? they could've wholeheartedly, unapologetically been the "us" they'd always wanted to be.
romance or no, what mattered most (aside from the world) was "them" as a unit. the "us" that allowed for "them" to come into existence. aziraphale and crowley aren't the same angel and demon they were at the start. couple or no, they were both changed (arguably for the better) by the world they lived in and by being around each other.
i wonder if crowley is hoping that even if they're not an "us," that they're still "them" - still those versions of themselves they've evolved into. aziraphale, too.
#good omens#good omens spoilers#good omens 2#there's a lot that was left uncertain in s2 and i'm still not sure what i think or believe or feel#which is like... job well done neil gaiman#i'm flabbergasted#my every waking moment has been haunted by s2#there's a lot of theories out there and i haven't really subscribed to any in particular#i love reading them though and a lot have helped me process a lot of thoughts and feelings#also i just realized how confusing this sounds dsfkjsdf oh well#just don't listen to me#i've got no idea what i'm talking about most of the time#if you let me ramble i'll just go until i lose the point hahah
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look ima be real. i really thought the whole "purposeful bad faith interpretation of media in order to prove their dislike of it is rooted in morals" thing was a strawman. i didn't realize there were actually people out there who were doing that until now. i apologize for thinking people are above compromising their reading comprehension like that.
#just saw a wholeass 3 hour long video (did not finish it) about how showing bigotry in a series is in itself a bad thing no matter what#the series they were talking about had that bigotry fully shown as being in the wrong btw#like. the homophobia & ableism is very clearly shown as being a bad thing & those guys are wrong for doing that#the only reason you'd think otherwise is if you personally see it as cool or you just aren't capable of reading past surface level#they also said it sucks because the animals are speaking english. they also said it sucks because the animals are doing animal things#''why do they keep killing children'' 1: this is xenofic. 2: animals do that. 3: it is very much shown as a Bad Thing That Happens#any good point they had was immediately derailed by saying it's bad to depict this thing At All instead of analyzing the text#like i'm genuinely flabbergasted. these people really exist?? & instead of shitting on them you're shitting on sex repulsed people#disliking sex scenes sometimes being bad & useless???#this whole damn argument is just full of people who piss on the poor. i'm sick of it
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man i am fucking Struggling right now and it sucks. but! the fact that i am struggling means that i have not given up, so there is hope yet
#i've gotten to the point where when i'm having an anxious thought#i can just#brush it off and tell myself things will be okay#my past self of like#a year ago#would be flabbergasted#we love growth and progress#personal
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Just wanna shoutout the kid who was sitting next to me during Oppenheimer playing clash of clans. What're you doing buddy. Where will you go from here
#Dude#Dude what are you doing here#What are you doing in this theatre buddy#I'm not mad I'm just FLABBERGASTED#Like kid comes in here with his buddies to watch an absolutely DEVASTATING film and just#Whips out the ol clash of clans#Like halfway through#Were you that uninterested my guy. Is clash of clans really that invigorating#Anyways Oppenheimer was fantastic it made me feel sick in a way I kind of expected given the subject matter but#Like. It was DIFFERENT seeing it in theatre with my own eyes. God.#The DREAD the film manages to inspire was just palpable. Like the sound the shots the colours the pacing it all#Contributed to this overwhelming sense of real tangible dread that lingered over the first like. Entire half of the film#I thought the latter half was a bit less on that front but like. Where do you go from. That. Like how do you top that#Trying not to spoil in case people read the tags pdtrftf :')#Anyways knowing that last point I can't really complain. Twas a strong film and the ending really pulled the two halves together for me#No idea if it was actually half the film or not I genuinely lost track of time passing. Twas ENGROSSED#Anyways there was a car outside the theatre with a bumper sticker that said 'mount and do me' in the mountain dew font and while I was#Getting a pic (had to) the guy came up. To the car. And he was like yeah :) and I was like yeah :)#And then we both went on with our night
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I was doing good this round of Salmon Run, had several disconnects over a few shifts, but over all I was doing well....
UNTIL THE REST OF THE ROOM DC'D AND LEFT ME TO FEND FOR MYSELF IN THE SECOND ROUND
I LASTED LIKE 15 SECONDS
FUCK.
#Splatoon 3#Salmon Run#At that point just disconnect me as well#It's just unfair to put one octoling against a horde of salmonids#I should be so much more angry right now but I think I'm just completely flabbergasted#What the fuck#I think I'm gonna reset my game just to be safe#At least my rank didn't take to hard of a hit
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I'm such a terrible artist
I have like zero object permanence when it comes to my tools, I keep misplacing my eraser while in the middle of using it
#i set it down and i have no idea where it is#so i guess i'm done drawing for the night#smh i wanna cry i'm so stupid#i can't wait to be able to afford medication for my stupid adhd#do not be mistaken i am not upset i'm just flabbergasted at this point#the forgotten texts
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You guys are counting stitches?
knitting/chrocheting while hanging out with friends is so funny like everyone shut up for a few minutes i have to count to 115. twice
#ok I admit this is just what a friend does#Or well#Doesn't#That I'm also trying to incorporate#Leave such mortal tortures behind don't count just let go and eyeball it#I get that this can't work for more intricate pieces and I know that from experience#But for simple amigurumi she just does increases at first and then sc all around until it looks good enough then decreases#And honestly? It's a fine way to do things like that#I think it's like cooking where if you know how to cook then you don't need to follow recipes to a t#But yeah she said what I said above to me at some point and I was flabbergasted like WYM YOU DON'T COUNT?!#A whole new world of possibilities opened up for me that day bc it took the oressure to find a pattern for things off#crochet
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Cuffing Szn ♥️
Max Verstappen x MidSize!Reader
it's cuffing season and all the girls are leaving to get a big boy (I need a big boy, give me a big boy)
As Max Verstappen's new girlfriend, you're one of the few WAGs on the grid who isn't a model and the only one, you think self consciously, who doesn't look like a model either. Good thing your big, strong boyfriend is here to set the record straight about how much he disagrees with you.
Content includes: 18+ MDNI, trigger warning: explicit discussion about eating disorder and body dysmorphia, dom!max, sub!reader, size kink, this is just a shameless excuse for me to write smut about max's thighs, 3.3k WC
When you'd delivered one of your favourite patient's 3rd baby, handing over the healthy, crying pale blob (after thoroughly wiping it down because, you know) with a congratulations, Victoria, its a boy! you hadn't expected to catch the eye of the patient's very attractive, tall older brother at her side.
But as you walked off down the hallway once the baby checks were done, you were surprised to find Max stopping you with a large but gentle hand on your shoulder. You'd seen him a couple of times in Victoria's pregnancy, accompanying her and her husband at the ultrasound checks leading upto the delivery. You'd secretly thought he was so adorable with the way he handled his nieces and nephews patiently while his sister got scanned.
You'd also thought he looked positively delectable in his white linen shirt that highlighted his broad shoulders, and skinny jeans that clung to some of the thickest thighs you'd seen a man be blessed with. But making bedroom eyes at patient's hot family members was generally frowned upon (although not explicitly prohibited in the Hippocratic Oath, one could argue) so you promptly forgot about the handsome blonde 5 minutes later when the emergency bell went off.
But he stood before you that day, looking every bit as attractive as you remembered, even more so with a pink dusting on his cheeks as he asked if this was the last time you'd be looking after Victoria?
You tilted your head quizzically at him, your neck a little strained from looking up at his 6 foot frame from your 5"1 one. Yes it is, you informed him, and because new families often got anxious, you sweetly added that it was a good thing, to not see you again, because it meant darling Victoria and her baby are both healthy.
He confuses you again by saying that he was hoping to see you again. Oh! You smile excitedly, are you and your wife expecting? You pull out your clinic card and tell him that you're actually all booked out for the year but you'll make an exception for Victoria's brother.
His blush deepens. (Somewhere in a hospital broom cupboard, Lando Norris was filming this scene unfold and cackling.) Max rapidly explained that he's not expecting. Oh, and he's not married. And also he doesn't have a girlfriend. Basically, I'm single - he finally stammers out. (Rizzless and bitchless, Lando texts him). Thankfully, at this point you had caught on that Max was trying to ask you out, and after a quick phone call to the legal team to confirm you were clear, you turn back around to inform him cheekily that he could pick you up at 8pm Friday night for dinner. (Wait, this actually worked? a flabbergasted Lando now texts.) The emergency pager then goes off so you gently tug on Max's shirt to hint that you want him to bring his face down, give him a goodbye kiss on the cheek, and sprint off to Ward 6.
The dinner goes perfectly, with Max's charm returning in full force after a G&T - Sorry about earlier, schat, you're such a gorgeous woman and a very smart doctor, it makes me nervous - leading to a 2nd date and then a 3rd and then to a weekend trip in a romantic Nice winery, where you can't resist jumping into his muscly arms after a glass of wine and demanding he have his way with you. (He does. Very thoroughly. Multiple times that night, and the morning after. Thinking about it still has you blushing.)
6 months later, you two are officially going out and you're making your first appearance as his girlfriend at the races. You had carefully dressed in a classy Mirror Palais dress, complete with matching heels to save your poor boyfriend having to bend down too much. You'd also become rather turned on at seeing your normally soft, gentle cat dad of a boyfriend turn into an absolute menace once the Redbull suit is zipped up, terrorising his way all the way to P1 and living up to his nickname of the Dutch lion. As his assistant guides you to the podium ceremony, you're stopped by various fans who compliment your outfit and ask for pictures. The media attention is very new to you, as Max had been very insistent on protecting your privacy as you two established yourselves as a couple. But everyone had been so nice today - until you started noticing the dirty looks thrown your way, glaring up and down your form. And then, a couple of snide comments from passing fans about how you were very confident to wear such a body hugging dress, especially with your curvy figure.
You roll your eyes at their clearly jealous tones, and walk over to the podium ceremony to greet your boyfriend. He breaks into an adorable grin when he sees you, his whole face lighting up as he easily scoops you up for a deep kiss. The cameras around you two go crazy, but don't pick up his whispers when he sets you down and leans in, telling you that you looked so pretty today, schat, he'd been staring at you so much GP had to tell him to focus, and how was your first race? nobody gave you a hard time, did they? You don't miss the way his eyes are attentively focused on your face, clearly still worried about the damage he had warned you about before you agreed to go public.
You aren't going to spoil his win over a couple of snide comments. Not at all, baby you reassure, before whispering back that he looked really hot in his tight fireproofs, could he pretty please bring them home later when you give him his reward for such a good performance on the track? The tip of Max's ears go pink as he struggles to maintain a straight face for the cameras. Giggling, you press a kiss to his cheek and murmur you'll see him after his interviews.
Later though, when Max is in his interview across the paddock and you're being introduced to the other WAGs, you can't help but notice how different they all look in their body hugging dresses compared to you. Although you wouldn't be called fat, you aren't slim either, and you're nowhere near the tiny, trim figures the other girls maintain. Once the seed of insecurity is planted, it's very hard to stop it growing out of control - and at each race or public event or launch party you attend at Max's side, you start to pick apart more and more insecurities about yourself. How you're so much shorter than the numerous models on the grid, making you feel childish and round compared to their lithe gracefulness. How their delicate collarbones and ribs can clearly be seen at all times, but yours only if you twisted your neck a certain way. And they're all so lovely, chatting eagerly with you and interested to hear about your work, asking if you'd take so-and-so on as a patient, you had a great reputation already even though you were a new doctor in Monaco! The conversations distract you from your worries for a bit.
But afterwards, when you'd be laughing at cat memes online and sending them to your boyfriend, you'd come across the paparazzi pics of you speaking to the WAGs and felt sick to your stomach at how huge you thought you looked compared to everyone else, clearly standing out as the plainest one amongst their flawless faces. Some of the comments agreed, saying that it was just sad that the best driver on the grid had the ugliest girlfriend, and couldn't Max buy his gf some ozempic with all his tax evasion money? Comments that would have made you laugh at the originality now suddenly had you sobbing, and you're glad you hadn't stayed at Max's tonight and had to explain the state you were in.
When you'd been younger, in college, you'd started struggling with managing your stress levels given you were a perfectionist working towards a very difficult medical degree. Having always been a stress eater, you frequently binged on junk food, and obviously ended up gaining quite a bit of weight. Your family and ex boyfriend had ridiculed you endlessly, and so the year after you had to work hard and lose it all, which you had managed to do. You'd mentioned this to Max in passing, a couple months into dating when he'd spotted an old college picture of you and muttered so fucking cute, pocketing it.
You didn't tell Max about how you'd lost the weight though - with a vicious binging and purging cycle for the better chunk of a year. You'd grown out of that "phase" once you'd left college, or so you thought - because it was almost too easy to slip back into it now, to enjoy the sick pleasure at barely eating all day and seeing the weight drop on the scale, then bingeing on whatever you wanted because it didn't count, you'd throw it up anyways. You had to be very careful with it this time round, because your boyfriend's attentive gaze had been fixed on you even more so than usual - noting how you've been wearing higher heels, how your dresses are still as gorgeous as ever but never body hugging anymore, how you spend hours before a race now perfecting your makeup instead of joining him in the garage and don't spend the nights at his anymore. You weasel your way out of his questions when he asks you repeatedly if everything was okay, schat?
But you weren't able to fool him any longer after attending a charity gala for one of his sponsors. You'd actually been happy with your appearance for once, pleased with your slimmer waist this month, but as the night went on you started to feel the fatigue of starving yourself catching up, leaning more and more into Max's side as he glanced at you with concern. Rubbing your back soothingly, he asked if you wanted to leave early, but you shook your head, murmuring you were okay, your feet just hurt a little is all. He frowned then, hating to see you in pain just to be dressed up for some stupid event he couldn't care less about. Bringing you to the empty lobby, he told you he was going to grab your coats and have the car brought round, end of discussion, you need to rest, okay liefje? You didn't have it in you to protest any longer so just nodded. You hadn't realised just how much you'd been leaning on him until he left, and as stars started entering your vision, Max returned just in time to catch you before you stumbled.
You felt him firmly grab your waist, fully supporting your weight as he led you out to the car, lowering you gently into the seat and even buckling you in. You started feeling a bit better inside his Aston Martin with the aircon on, nibbling on a high protein low calorie bar you'd stashed in your clutch. Regaining your alertness, you notice the tense atmosphere, with a stormy expression on Max's face as he drove rather furiously through the Monaco streets, his hand not even resting on your thigh like it usually did but gripping the wheel tightly. Maxie - you begin uncertainly, hoping to diffuse the tension and ask why he was upset, but he cuts you off with a terse Don't. Let's wait till we're home.
So you wait, until you're both walking in through the front door. Max rips off his suit jacket, rolling up his sleeves, but he still doesn't talk and instead heads to the kitchen. You follow him, sitting on a barstool to admire how he still looked so handsome in the fitted sky blue shirt and tight navy pants, even when he was clearly mad. As Max starts cooking, his back to you, he tells you about how growing up his sister Victoria had to go to therapy for a long time because she wouldn't stop throwing up every time she ate because their father told her she was too fat (despite looking like a buffalo himself, Max snorts as he sets down a simple but delicious plate of chicken pesto pasta with salad in front of you), about how Max has seen countless girlfriends on the paddock purposely avoid eating all day, including his already stick thin model exes, and how Max himself would be called fat every month or the other by some trashy gossip magazine, because the media is just fucking toxic, he hisses. This is why I wanted to keep us hidden away from the cameras. He glances pointedly at your plate, where you've eaten the salad and chicken and not touched your pasta. You sigh and pick up your fork, slowly working your way through the food as you tell him that you suppose your diet had somewhat...spiralled out of control, but honestly, Max, I'm completely fine, and you two can't avoid the cameras forever given how he's the frickin F1 winner at all-
Don't tell me that you're fine. Do you really think I don't know what's going on? Max demands tersely with crossed arms. Finally finished with your meal, you hop off the stool to neatly place your plate in the sink, ignoring his question. Standing behind you, he watches you wash the dishes, still not even reaching his chin, even in those damn 6 inch heels you're still wearing. You do respond when he asks you just why you're putting your body through such torture.
C'mon, Max you say with an eyeroll, You know why, I need to lose some weight, I'm so much heavier compared to all the other girls and all your exes, and you deserve to have a girlfriend who looks-
Don't tell me what I do or don't deserve, schat. I always want the best and that's why I picked you. You're really gonna question the choice of a world champion, hmm? Max's deep voice is now right by your ears as he leans down behind you. You feel a shiver run up the back on your spine as he curls his huge arms possessively around your waist and thighs. He continues his whispers, his hands roaming up to your plush tits and another squeezing your ass, telling you You're so goddamn pretty. Every single part of you, just for me, making you bite your lip and breathily moan from his affections - it'd been a while since he'd had his way with you with all your avoidance, after all.
You feel him slowly unzip your dress, and the silk easily falls to the ground, leaving you only in your stiletto heels and a deep red lingerie set he’d gifted you for your 3 month anniversary. You tense, already feeling self conscious, but before you can say anything Max has wrapped a large hand around your waist and easily flipped you around to sit on the kitchen counter. You gasp from the action, hands automatically going to rest on his broad shoulders as your face comes level with his.
I haven’t made it clear just how lucky I am to have such a beautiful girl all to myself, schat, Max says huskily, before pulling away to unbutton his shirt, his blue eyes darkening as they roam over your pretty tits spilling over in the lacey bra, over your cute plush tummy, and over those deliciously soft thighs he adores. His hungry stare is really starting to drive you wild now, and you beg at him to hurry up and finish undressing. Chuckling, he throws his pants to the side as well, now only wearing his tight boxers. He pulls you forward on the counter so you're flush against him. See what you do to me, sweet girl? Hmm? he grinds the very prominent bulge in his boxers against your own damp core, making you gasp. You get me so hard and you haven't even touched me yet, that's the kind of power you have over me.
At his words, you don’t hold back from running your hand all along Max’s well defined chest. Your boyfriend is so much bigger than you and it's incredibly sexy. He towers over you easily with his 6 foot frame, all wide shoulders and swollen biceps and muscled thighs, and you don't hide the hypnotised look in your eyes as you trace from his thick neck down to his slutty waist, desire and desperation coursing through you, replacing any inhibitions you'd had earlier.
He grasps one of your wandering hands in his own, his larger palm easily dwarfing your tiny one and making you bite your lip at the difference in size. His attentive gaze doesn't miss this either, and with a low hmm he brazenly asks if you found it as hot as he did, the fact that you were the perfect size for him to snap into half if he wanted? He knows he's got you right where he wants as your pupils go wide with desire, breath hitching at the thought of your big boyfriend using his strength against you for once.
Then he's pulling apart your pretty little set, lace ripping and a large hand easily wraps around your entire throat, pulling you into a breathless kiss that has you moaning at his skilled tongue. You barely have time to collect yourself when he suddenly lifts you up by the waist, biceps flexing, and your eyes widen as you're lifted impossibly high in the air and find yourself straddling his thick shoulders, his face now at the perfect height to bury his tongue into your dripping pussy right in front of him. Max! you squeal, utterly ruined by his impressive display of strength. You're desperately scrambling for purchase at the cabinets behind you, head banging back against the wall as he relentlessly thrusts his wicked tongue into your puffy folds.
And he only sets you down after you cum obediently all over greedy lips like he demands you to do, then gently carries your shaky form to the bedroom to show you multiple more examples of how you were just made to take him, truly the perfect girl for him, weren't you? You'd been too blissfully fucked out by that point to form a coherent response.
Needless to say, you find yourself caring very little next time strangers had anything to say about the way you looked, thanks to Max's hands on affections (he'd also taken you to therapy like the supportive boyfriend he was, bless him.) He'd quickly formed a personal favourite method to prove to you just how desperate he was for you and how you had the world champion in the palm of your hand, whenever he saw that look flicker into your eyes from time to time. He'd take you back home, make you undress yourself for his hungry gaze, then lift you up into his arms, folding your thighs up against your waist from where he held them. You’d moan as he slid into you, bouncing your whole body onto his hard cock like you were a ragdoll, making you scream his name endlessly as he fucked you mid-air.
And sometimes, when he was feeling particularly possessive, he'd flip you around, pressing your back to his toned chest, as he made you watch with him in the mirror how he obscenely slid in and out of your dripping pussy. Whispering in your ear that see, like he had told you, he had such good taste, don't I, schat? And as you met his heated gaze through the reflective surface, clenching around him when you saw the pure love and raw desire in his eyes, you couldn't help but agree.
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A/N: guys can you guess I have a thing for boys who are big. Big boys, if you will. Someone just let me sit on Max’s lap goddamn 💸💸 as always lmk what you think and if u have any requests!!
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