#but he’s clearly used to bullying women and getting what he wants that way

[runawaymun]

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#update on Mr “I build elevators for a living’ #he came back #accused me of constantly changing numbers on him and was like ‘ok how much do I need to cut off the beam? which is it? talk to your boss’ #calmly explained to him why this is all a terrible idea #he was Not Happy #but he’s clearly used to bullying women and getting what he wants that way #also this man fucking ripped out his ceiling without checking what was up there???? #anyway there’s live wires #I could have told him that #and he’s like ‘it’s fine right??? I’ll just leave them like that’ #sir that’s a fire code violation #he’s so stupid it hurts #why are you ripping out your kitchen ceiling if you don’t even have anything ordered yet?!

[pucksandpower]

Crazy Cravings

Max Verstappen x wife!Reader

Summary: pregnancy cravings can make you (and your husband) do crazy things … neither of you particularly minds

Warnings: 18+ content and pregnancy

You sit in the Red Bull Racing garage, feeling the warm Spanish sun on your face through the open door. The roar of engines and whirring of power tools surrounds you as the mechanics prepare for the race.

Your eyes are drawn to the iconic blue and silver cans scattered around the garage. Those tantalizing cans of Red Bull that everyone else seems to be drinking so casually.

Everyone except you and Max, that is.

You rub your rounded belly, feeling your precious cargo kick and squirm inside you. At six months pregnant, your cravings have been … intense, to say the least. But none more powerful than your longing for the crisp, fizzy taste of Red Bull.

The caffeine is off limits, of course. You would never dream of jeopardizing your baby’s health. But oh, how you crave that sweet, energizing flavor that used to be such a routine part of your life.

Max emerges from the back room, his bright grey eyes instantly finding you. He strides over, that effortless confidence and raw athleticism making your heart flutter, even after all these years. His gaze drifts to the Red Bull can in a mechanic’s hand and a grimace crosses his face.

“Liefje, are you alright?” He murmurs, brushing a stray lock of hair from your face. “I know how much those are torturing you lately.”

You force a smile, not wanting him to worry. “I’m fine, Maxie. Just … ignoring the siren call of carbonated temptation.”

His thumb strokes your cheek as he studies you, clearly not convinced. Max has been so incredibly supportive during this pregnancy, abstaining from Red Bull himself in solidarity. Cutting out his biggest vice, just so you don’t have to be tormented by the sight and scent of it everywhere.

“We should get you out of here,” he says, looping an arm around your waist to help leverage your bulk out of the chair. “The smells can’t be helping those crazy cravings.”

You open your mouth to protest, not wanting to pull him away from his work, but a fresh wave of dizzying desire hits you as a mechanic cracks open another can. The fizzing hiss and unmistakable scent make your mouth water uncontrollably.

“Max ...” you whisper, feeling your throat tighten with barely restrained craving and hormonal tears prickling your eyes.

He follows your yearning gaze to the Red Bull can and understanding dawns. “Oh, liefje ...” Scooping you into his arms, he strides from the garage, shooting an apologetic look at his crew.

Once outside in the fresh air, you bury your face against Max’s shoulder, inhaling his familiar, comforting cologne as he carries you to the motorhome. He eases you onto the couch, brushing kisses along your forehead and temple.

“I’m so sorry, schatje,” he murmurs, anguish lining his handsome features. “I hate seeing you suffer like this. If there was any way I could make the cravings stop ...”

You catch his hand, lacing your fingers through his calloused ones. “Max, you know I would never actually ask you to give up Red Bull, right?”

He shakes his head fiercely. “Not being able to have it for nine months is nothing compared to your sacrifice, carrying our baby. I don’t deserve you.”

Pulling him down beside you, you cup the chiseled line of his jaw, making him meet your gaze. “I happen to think you deserve the very best, Mr. Verstappen. And right now, the very best for both of us would be ...” Your voice cracks with fresh longing. “A damn Red Bull.”

Max’s eyes blaze with sudden determination, that iron willpower that has made him a champion coming to life. “Then that’s what I’ll get you. If those tossers at Red Bull Company won’t make a safe, caffeine-free version for pregnant women, I’ll personally make them regret it.”

You laugh shakily. “Max, you can’t just bully a corporation into creating a new product line for one person’s weird craving!”

“You’re not just one person,” he growls, tangling his fingers in your hair and bringing his forehead to rest against yours. “You’re my everything. And our baby deserves for its mother to be happy and have her cravings satisfied.”

Pressing a fierce kiss to your lips, he adds, “I’m calling them right now. And then straight to the CEO, if I have to. I’ll get you that Red Bull if it’s the last thing I do.”

True to his word, the indomitable Max Verstappen spends the next several days working every possible connection and calling in every favor. You catch bits of conversations, his clipped tones making it clear just how serious he is about this bizarre quest.

“No, I don’t care if it’s not ‘cost-effective’. This is for my very pregnant wife ...”

“She’s risking her health to grow an entire person! The least your company can do is make a freaking caffeine-free energy drink ...”

The crew quickly learns not to open any Red Bull around you, lest they face the wrath of an overprotective Max. Which is slightly embarrassing … but also incredibly sweet.

Your hormones most definitely approve.

Finally, there’s a break in the stalemate. Helmut Marko himself shows up at the motor home, those bushy salt-and-pepper eyebrows furrowed.

“Max, this is ridiculous. They will not reconfigure an entire product line just because Y/N is having a little … craving.”

You brace yourself for the explosion, but Max just levels Helmut with that intense stare. “If you could experience these cravings yourself, you would be singing a different tune. Y/N is sacrificing everything to have our baby. The least Red Bull can do is give her a safe option to have the flavor she misses so much.”

Helmut’s expression softens slightly at the obvious devotion in Max’s voice. “You know that corporate will never go for it. Not for just one person ...”

“Then make it for all the other pregnant women dealing with the same issues,” Max returns, unruffled. “Or is a company that plasters ‘Gives You Wings’ on every can really too cowardly to follow through on empowering people?”

You suck in a shocked breath at his daring play. But the flicker of anger and resigned capitulation in Helmut’s eyes shows that it worked.

“Fine, you little shit,” the older man growls. “I’ll talk to product development. But I’m not making any promises!”

Except somehow … Max’s sheer bullheaded tenacity eventually batters through all the corporate resistance and red tape. Three weeks later, an unmistakable bright blue can appears on the counter, the iconic Red Bull logo stamped across it.

“What’s this?” You ask in confusion.

Max slides an arm around your waist, beaming proudly. “Open it and see.”

You crack the seal, sniffing cautiously … and almost melt at the nostalgic, beloved scent of Red Bull. But just as you start to panic about caffeine, you notice the slightly different flavor.

“Max, is this ...”

He nods, grinning. “Zero caffeine but all the taste you’ve been craving. No more tears over those damn energy drink cans, okay?”

Throwing your arms around him, you yank his head down to capture his mouth in a grateful kiss. “Have I mentioned lately how incredible you are?”

“Once or twice,” he jokes, then sobers, cupping your belly. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to make you and our baby happy.”

“You’re giving me everything I ever wanted and more.” You take a long pull of the perfectly flavored liquid, sighing in blissful satisfaction. “We hit the jackpot with you, Max Verstappen.”

He kisses you again, reveling in your obvious enjoyment. “The only jackpot I need is right here.”

***

Your baby bump has popped out to truly impressive proportions now at eight months along. What started as an innocent craving for Red Bull has escalated into an all-out physiological war.

Nothing seems to satisfy you for long — you’re a walking bundle of hormones and insatiable desires.

From the plush solitude of the Red Bull hospitality suite, you try not to gaze wistfully toward the Ferrari encampment. But you can’t resist fixating on the tantalizing cones of rich gelato constantly streaming from their hospitality tent.

Watching a couple of Ferrari mechanics stroll by, licking at scoops of pistachio and stracciatella, is enough to kickstart a powerful new yearning. Your mouth waters shamelessly as they pass, the creamy dessert leaving you weak in the knees. Before you can overthink it, you’re shuffling toward the entrance, one hand cradling your belly.

“Scusi,” you call out hesitantly as you peek inside. “Mi dispiace … is it possible to get some gelato?”

You half expect to be waved away — it’s well known that the Ferrari team is notoriously insular and protective of their spoils. But the cheerful greeting you receive is instantaneous and overwhelming.

“Madonna mia! Look at this beautiful piccina!”

Suddenly you’re engulfed by a whirlwind of chattering Italian voices, greeted by smiling faces from the team of elderly signoras who comprise the Ferrari hospitality staff. Weathered hands pat your belly and cheeks, clucking sympathetically at your swollen state.

“You poor bambina, absolutely enorme! Of course we’ll get you some gelato to refresh you. And biscotti too! You need to keep up your energy, si?”

You’re ushered toward a plush sofa, various grandmotherly types fussing over you like you’re the most delicate, precious thing. It’s … surprisingly wonderful. They clearly adore babies and pregnant women. You get the sense that indulging a mother-to-be is hardwired into their very beings.

A tray of gelato cups appears, the rainbow of flavors almost dazzling in their variety — chocolate, pistachio, prickly pear, lemon, stracciatella. Before you can reach for one, it’s plucked from your grasp.

“No no no! Leave it to Nonna Maria.” A stout signora with a green paisley dress and frosted silver curls shakes her head sternly. “I’ll start you with the lemon to whet your appetite. Then a nice creamy stracciatella as a proper treat for the bambino.”

The tangy flavor of the lemon gelato hits your craving exquisitely. As soon as you’ve polished off that cup, Nonna Maria presents another brimming with the creamy chocolate chip perfection of stracciatella. You moan in appreciation, unbothered by the chorus of approving noises from your doting new entourage.

Before you know it, you’ve been plied with cups of hazelnut, strawberry, and caramel flavors as well. These hospitable Italian ladies simply won’t be deterred from pampering a future mamma. As you scrape the last smears of gelato from a ramekin, a new grandmother settles on the sofa beside you.

“Now ... tell Nonna Gina what this little maschietto or bambina has been craving, eh?” She pats your belly affectionately. “We have chefs who can whip up anything your heart desires!”

Is it a pregnancy thing, this sudden wave of tears that blurs your vision? Or just being so insanely touched by the kindness and maternal care of these lovely strangers? You blink rapidly, swallowing hard.

“Honestly … gelato has been my biggest craving these past couple days. I don’t know if I can eat another bite.”

A chorus of disapproving gasps and tuts rises from the assembled grandmothers. “Bah! This pregnancy has ruined your appetite, piccina,” one crows, waving a hand dismissively. “We’ll soon get it back to rights, don’t you worry.”

For the next hour, you’re lavished with attention, fussed over and coddled like the most precious jewel. Cold drinks and chilled towels appear to keep you comfortable as the nonnas take turns sitting with you, petting your belly and swapping outrageous birth stories.

Their colorful Italian voices swell and ebb as they bicker over whose recipe for pasta al ragu is most authentic, who has the most grandchildren, and whose first-born grandson is most handsome.

It’s chaos and noise and overwhelming affection … and you’ve never felt so utterly content.

As the afternoon light slants golden through the awning, a familiar figure appears in the entrance, haloed by the fiery rays.

“Liefje? I’ve been looking everywhere ...” Max’s disbelieving gaze sweeps over the scene in front of him — you, surrounded by a veritable coven of grandmotherly Italians who seem entirely absorbed with you. “What in the world ...”

A chubby signora with a bright orange shawl wrapped around her ample form hops up, beaming widely. “Ahh! We have been absolutely spoiling your beautiful wife, of course. Did you know she had a craving for gelato? Well, no problem for us — we have taken her like one of our own bambinas!”

The others cluck and murmur in outraged agreement at his shocked expression.

“We absolutely will not let a piccina in such a state go hungry or uncomfortable! Now you sit down so we can get you a plate of some proper food too!”

Max gapes at you, utterly nonplussed as you grin back at him with unabashed glee, utterly stuffed with Italian desserts and reveling in the indulgent babying. You pat the space beside you invitingly.

“You’ve got to try Nonna Gina’s tiramisu, Maxie. It’ll knock your socks off.”

He settles beside you, slinging an arm around your shoulders and still looking rather dazed. But the instant the first warm smile and pat lands on his arm or knee, Max’s expression melts. This team of fussing Italian grandmothers has clearly adopted you both as their own.

Nonna Maria reappears, shoving a plate stacked with crispy arancini, indulgent risotto alla Milanese, and a creamy slice of tiramisu into your husband’s hands. “Eat up! You need to keep your strength up too, caring for this sweet cosa bella.” She plants bristly kisses on both your cheeks before scurrying off again.

Max watches her go, then turns to you with a bemused chuckle, squeezing you close. “Well, schatje. I have to hand it to you — at least your pregnancy cravings bring you to some … interesting places.”

You hum in agreement, perfectly content as you snuggle against his side. “Can you really think of a better place for me to nest?” You grin as another nonna appears to pat his cheek, welcoming him into the chaotic fold. “I think I may have just found my second family.”

He tilts your chin up, eyes sparkling with warmth. “Anything that makes you happy and keeps our baby healthy.”

As he kisses you tenderly, surrounded by clucking encouragement and rapturous croons of “bello, bellisimo” from your new Italian grandmothers, you know you’ve never felt so blissfully cherished.

You and Max make your way slowly back to the Red Bull motorhome, stuffed to the gills with gelato and trailed by a gaggle of besotted well-wishers calling out farewells and advice.

“I still can’t believe you managed to befriend the entirety of Ferrari hospitality,” Max laughs, helping ease you onto the couch in his driver’s room. He nudges your belly playfully. “This little one is shaping up to be quite the international charmer!”

“Says the man who single-handedly compelled Red Bull to create an entirely new product line,” you point out, patting your swollen middle contentedly. “I have a feeling this baby is going to be the most spoiled child on earth.”

Max settled beside you, gathering you close with a tender smile. “Can you blame all our people for wanting to give the world to you two?” His thumb traced your jawline reverently. “You’re carrying a little miracle, liefje.”

Your breath catches, as it so often did when he looks at you like that. Like you’re his entire universe. With so much pure adoration and love shining in those grey eyes.

“Our miracle,” you correct softly, cradling his calloused hand over your belly. “I couldn’t have done it without you. Not just supporting me … but giving me everything I could ever dream of.”

He opens his mouth like he wanted to protest, but you press on, needing him to understand how treasured he makes you feel.

“You don’t stop until I’m happy. Even when I get these raging, random cravings that probably seem crazy, you move heaven and earth to give me whatever I need. Most people would never ...”

“Neither of us is most people,” Max interrupts fiercely. He presses a searing kiss to your lips, then the swell of your abdomen. “You and our little one are my entire world. I’ll spend every day showing you how much I love you both, how grateful I am to have you in my life.”

Hormones raging, you pull his mouth back to yours, savoring the taste and feel of him surrounding you. When you finally part, you rest your forehead against his.

“In that case, you better rest up for tonight,” you tease. “I have a feeling that someone’s going to get a craving for sardines and waffles right around midnight.”

***

At nine months pregnant, you feel like a blissfully beached whale.

Your belly protrudes so massively that you can barely see your feet anymore. Simple tasks like tying your shoes or rolling over in bed have become awkward geometric obstacles. Max has to help you up from every chair or couch, his strong arms levering your frame into a vertical position.

Lingering in the paddock is no longer an option either. You’ve been gently but firmly ordered back home to Monaco to prepare for the baby’s arrival.

Thank goodness your nesting instincts are going full tilt — otherwise you might go stir crazy waiting for this little one to make their grand debut. You’ve rearranged and re-organized the nursery a dozen times, washed and rewashed all the tiny onesies and miniature accessories, and baked enough lactation cookies to feed an army of nursing mothers.

Really, there’s only one craving occupying your mind now …

The thump of shoes in the hall makes you look up eagerly. Max appears in the doorway of the sunlit nursery, loose waves of brown hair framing his face. The plain white tee stretches enticingly across his chest and shoulders, making your mouth water for an entirely different reason than food.

“Hey schatje,” he greets, eyes crinkling at the corners as he takes in your flushed cheeks. A knowing smirk tugs at one side of his mouth. “Were you just ... thinking about me?”

You shake your head adamantly, wincing as the motion makes your whole body ache in protest. “Maybe just a little. This particular craving is getting out of control.”

Crossing to you in two strides, Max cups your jaw and brings your lips crashing together in a searing kiss. His tongue sweeps demanding and possessive into your mouth, making you whimper faintly. That intoxicating masculine scent of fresh sweat, motor oil, and sandalwood surrounds you in an alluring cloud.

After all these years, just the taste and smell of your husband is enough to drench you in molten wanting. Baby or no baby, Max Verstappen is still the sexiest goddamn thing on two legs.

“Mmm, I know exactly what you need,” he rumbles against your neck, nipping a tingling path along your sensitive skin. “Luckily for you, I’ve got a free schedule all afternoon to help take care of this craving ...”

He scoops you into his arms effortlessly, cradling your heavy weight against his chest to carry you to the bedroom. You twine your arms shamelessly around his neck, luxuriating in the hard strength of his body against yours.

“Aren’t you worried about ... squashing the baby?”

“Not at all,” he deposits you carefully on the bed. Those bright grey eyes darken with blazing lust. “I’m going to take such good care of you and our little one.”

His hands and mouth seem to be everywhere at once — caressing, nibbling, and stroking every sensitive inch he can lavish adoring attention on. You keen softly when he dips his tongue into your navel, rubbing reverent circles over the tight swell of your belly.

“You’re so gorgeous like this,” Max murmurs, lips brushing the crease where your torso and bump meet. “So ripe and round and radiant with our child. My beautiful, strong girl ...”

All you can do is lie there gasping, overwhelmed in the best possible way. He strips you methodically, leaving a trail of scorching, openmouthed kisses over every newly exposed inch.

“My sexy little pregnant wife,” he husks, tongue dragging up the slick crease at the apex of your thighs. “Can’t resist this craving can you, liefje?”

His fingers plunge inside you, curling expertly as his mouth closes over your throbbing bud. You throw your head back shamelessly, mindless with pleasure as Max devours you.

So good, so unbearably good …

He ravishes you thoroughly, sending gushing waves of release crashing through your body over and over again until you’re gasping and quivering. Atoms of blissful satisfaction hum in your bloodstream as you float back into sweet oblivion.

An insistent nudge against your belly slowly rouses you. Max looms over you, hair deliciously rumpled and eyes glittering wickedly. “Did I satisfy that craving sufficiently? Or should I keep going?”

Your mouth curves in a greedy smile, hands gliding over his flexing shoulders and chest. “Again, please ...”

It had long since become a running gag around the paddock and team — before you were advised to stop flying. When you couldn’t be located, someone would joke that you must be off ravaging your utterly besotten husband yet again.

Max took the ribbing with surprising grace, grinning unrepentantly whenever his shirt collar revealed another blossom of lovebites discoloring the skin of his throat.

You really didn’t care about the teasing. You’re indulging an entirely healthy and normal craving — just a wife thoroughly appreciating her man.

“Can you believe people used to call this a punishment?” You giggle breathlessly one afternoon.

Max nips a stinging path along the soft skin of your inner thighs, tracing tantalizingly close to your heated center. He laves his tongue soothingly over the reddened marks, leering up at you from between your parted legs.

“Let them call it whatever they want. I’m just taking advantage of your hormones making you insatiable for me.”

“Mmm, well I can’t seem to resist your obscenely perfect body either,” you admit with a lazy stretch. “Maybe we really are being punished.”

One dark brow wings up eloquently as Max drags his eyes over you in a deliberately insolent perusal. Taking your leg in hand, he licks an achingly slow, filthy stripe up the crease where thigh meets hip.

You choke on a whimper, whole body jolting as he sucks a blossom of wet kisses into the satiny expanse of your inner thigh. Those bright grey eyes hold yours in wicked challenge as his clever tongue massages and swirls over your sensitized flesh.

“This certainly doesn’t seem like punishment to me,” he husks darkly. “Does it feel like punishment when I do this ...” His mouth moves higher. “Or this ...”

By the time he finishes torturing you into a quivering, needy wreck, you’re more than ready to beg.

“Please, Max!” You sob, bucking helplessly against the maddening sensations. “I need you, oh god I need you so bad ...”

He settles heavily over you, nuzzling your hair aside to trail searing kisses along your damp throat. “Then you shall have me. My needy wife can have whatever she craves ...”

It’s midway through one such shattering round of lovemaking that Max’s phone begins to ring shrilly. You try to disentangle, burning embarrassment tinting your cheeks, but he simply growls and clutches you tighter.

“Leave it!” He bites out, surging forward to recapture your mouth in a bruising clash of teeth and tongue between thrusts. “I’m busy ... satisfying … my wife ...”

After, as you lie tangled in a sweaty heap of satiation, you can’t resist asking with a wry smile, “Was that another craving I just demanded you satisfy?”

Max props himself up on one elbow, thumb stroking idly along your abdomen as his piercing gaze roams over your flushed, disheveled form.

“Whatever my wife needs,” he responds huskily. Those burning eyes promise infinite carnal delights to come as they caress your body. “I’ll always crave giving her everything she desires.”

He stretches beside you, a blissful smile curving his lips as you snuggle up against his side to exchange lazy kisses.

You’ve got a sneaking suspicion this is one craving that might outlast the pregnancy ...

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[sainzproductions]

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wherein the internet hates you for breaking poor charles's heart; so you move on to his best mate.

[charles leclerc x ex!socialite reader, carlos sainz x socialite!reader]

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[kneelingshadowsalome]

I love big, mean König who behaves like the worst dog when he's horny :(( but he can't help himself! He's so pent up, balls are achingly full, he sometimes has to lift and kick his leg a little to reloeve the uncomfortable tension. He'd be so cranky and fussy too, barking out orders, looking at soldiers like they just offended him in the worst way possible and the moment he gets you, his precious girl, shoved into his cabin in the alps he's simply awful :(

He's mean and aggressive, manhandling you and treating you like his personal, warm fleshlight, even mocking your whines when his tip hits your poor cervix as if trying to get in :((

Everything changes when he's close to cumming/cums bc suddenly his low, growly voice gets so much higher, almost whiny and like he's howling with pleasure and his orgasm is punctuated with a loud scream, not groan or moan, a scream :(( after that he's the sweetest guy alive :(( he hadn't fucked in years and now he has you!! All his precious, potent cum can be inside you so now it's bonding time!

Once he comes down from his powerful high he's fussing over you, his cock still right up against your cervix but his boyish charm you fell in love with is back, his blue eyes crinkle and his slightly crooked teeth are bared with a broad grin as he pants and looks at you like you hung the stars in the sky :(

Blue balled König is the worst König :(((

He hasn't seen his woman in a while and he's making it everyone's problem! It's a good thing that he can pump lead into his enemies and bark at everyone in the base because otherwise he would simply go mad. Masturbating twice a day isn't helping much because it's just not the same as easing himself into his warm, wet, sweet girl ❤️

But of course it's you who's needy when you two meet, not him :( He has self discipline and control: you're the one who's embarrassing yourself with shaky moans and sighs. The horniest girl he has ever met, surely, can't even handle herself for a few weeks when he's away, doesn't know what to do with herself when he finally bullies his cock inside you. He has an important, dangerous job you know, he can't be here pleasing and stuffing you full even if he wanted to (and god has he wanted to...) But you don't seem to care, always driving him to madness with your loving eyes and hungry arms and wet heat. It's like you want him to put a child in you, and it's driving him crazy.

Which is why he loses all his precious self control – your fault, of course, for dolling up and looking so beautiful and lovely and cute – and cums right after you. He's sounding like a pathetic, hormone-driven boy, too, which makes him want to bury his face into your neck and stay there, at least for a while. He's still inside you, and you caress him so nice and soft, saying that you missed him – Gott, he's not going to cry like a baby, for fuck's sake...

He almost lost himself for a while there, must be because he had a too long work patch and wasn't able to even call or text you enough. He's always so proud of making you cum first, but sometimes, he comes dangerously close to nutting inside you without warning… You just feel so good.

And afterwards, everything's suddenly kind of ok in the world. Nothing irritates him at all, and you look like an absolute angel. You smile back at him, and he swears right then and there he will knock you up one day. Life isn't too bad when he has a warm, sweet woman in his arms. You look so happy with his cock still deep inside your warmth – the perfect woman, if there ever was one. He can't believe you're his…

He can finally think more clearly and ask you how your day has been, confused as to why you burst into laughter. Women are strange creatures for sure, but he is starting to get used to you and your antics. Someone would probably say that he's in love, and it might be true: he simply has to either cuddle you for an hour or two or make you a sandwich. Women like sandwiches after sex, right? (He certainly does.)

#answered #there's a könig on the loose again

[morallyinept]

I don't rant very often - it's negative energy that I don't want or need in my life - but I feel that as a fan of Pedro Pascal, I'd like to take a moment to highlight what being a fan actually means.

As clearly, some people, some "fans", have demonstrated having a hard time grasping that concept...

Being a fan of Pedro Pascal means I enjoy his career, his portfolio of works.

Sure, I enjoy his physical looks too; the man is certainly as handsome as they come, let's be real here. Yes, I find him attractive.

More importantly, I enjoy what Pedro stands for; his beliefs, his passions. He stands up for injustice, he is an LGBTQIA+ advocate and friend. He is a feminist. He is politcal. He's proud of his heritage.

Is Pedro perfect? Do I believe the sun shines out of his ass? No, he's human and has flaws and off days like the rest of us.

Ain't no-one that is perfect, babe. That's delusion talking if you truly believe that.

I enjoy that Pedro inspires me to be a better human being.

Being a true fan, to me, means only positive things.

It means respect.

It means respecting Pedro's boundaries, be that in person, or online.

It means respecting Pedro's privacy. He has the right, just like any one of us, to a personal life seperate from his career.

Pedro doesn't have to answer to you, me, or anyone else about his private life.

You are not entitled to him, or his time, just because he is a celebrity. (God, I fucking hate that word.) He does not owe you anything, and nor should he be expected to.

Pedro Pascal is a human being.

As a fan of Pedro, I will not write fanfic about him. Only his characters, because his characters are primarily the reason why I admire Pedro. His characters are how I discovered Pedro to begin with.

He can make me laugh, cry, fall in love, wince when he loses an arm, gasp when he double crosses the protagonist. I can survive a fungal apocalypse with his characters by my side.

That's an incredible testament to his talent as an actor that no matter what role he plays, I don't see Pedro on the screen. I only see his characters.

It's his job and he enjoys it. As a fan, I enjoy his craft.

If you do write about Pedro, that's up to you and I am not going to judge, but for me personally, it's a hard no. And I won't be reading any of it either, sorry.

As a fan of Pedro, I can draw the line between fantasy and reality. Meaning, I would never go out of my way to invite, devise, plant myself in deliberately, or exploit a situation where Pedro is in my personal space, or I in his.

Firstly, I'm a realist. And secondly if I ever met the guy, chances are I'd walk right past him and not even notice. (It's happened a lot, not with Pedro but with other actors etc... I live in the capital, there are a lot of them here.)

And thirdly, I am not a stalker.

I would never intentionally track him down in another country whilst he is working or vacationing, and then post about how slighted I am on IG that he told me to politely leave him alone because I was too persistent in getting too close. I would never relocate and uproot my life just to live near him in the hopes we bump into one another and fall desperately in love. 🙄

This is real life people, not a movie.

This kind of behaviour from Pedro's so-called fans is questionable, and frankly concerning to anyone with a sane mind.

I would also never bully or belittle anyone because their fan account is more popular than mine. I would never actively enforce or seek to enforce the deliberate closure of any fan accounts because I am petty or jealous.

Unfortunately this has happened and I am sorry to have heard about those who were affected by it - you did not deserve that.

Sadly, all these things have happened. For real. And it's utterly gross behaviour from, in most cases, fully grown women who are old enough to know better.

We are all here to enjoy and support Pedro, so why is that such a hard concept to grasp? Why does fandom have a toxic corner?

I'll tell you why.

Because thanks to social media, and platforms like Tumblr, it's all too easy to sit faceless behind a keyboard and do and say whatever you want, without any real consequence.

There are always a few bad eggs, in any fandom, who feel they are superior, that they know everything. That because they found a new image or a clip first that they are entitled to police everything. That they are entitled to dictate how fandom should be run.

I've got news for you; you're not.

Fandom is inclusive, sharing, a creative hub for ideas, inspiration. A place to forge friendships, relationships because you have common ground. The coming together of like-minded individuals to celebrate and endorse their admiration for their idol in a safe, non-threatening place.

A place for creativity to flow, for confidence in yourself to grow. To create original stories from canon, to create unique head canon because we don't want these lovable characters to die. To paint amazing pictures. To get excited over Pedro's new projects and discuss your favourites.

That's fandom. That's being a fan.

Being a fan doesn't mean creating, spreading, peddling or posting harmful material that 1) is frankly abhorrently disgusting and is not only insulting to Pedro, but also his family, his friends etc... and 2) could also be potentially damaging to his career.

I am referring to the vile deepfake of Pedro currently doing the rounds now on Tumblr because some idiot thought it was funny to clog up our timelines with it.

I don't want, or need, to see that, thanks.

And whoever created it originally should be fucking ashamed of themselves. I would wholly encourage you to report and block any accounts that have done this.

Imagine how you would feel if your face, your image was used and violated in that way.

You'd be outraged, right? Hurt? Sickened?

This kind of manipulation of AI is exactly what the WGA and SAG-AFTRA are concerned about and were/are striking for.

What Pedro is striking for, and then someone has the gall to pull this sickening stunt.

It's what artists are concerned about. What writers are concerned about. AI wasn't created to be abused in this way.

So, what makes you think that all this behaviour is acceptable to do to a man, who is nothing but generous and kind?

A man who would give you help, no questions asked, if he ran into you, in his own words:

And you have the audacity to call yourselves fans?

A man who, if he knew, what his "fans" do, I'm certain he would be absolutely disgusted and not condone any of it.

☝🏻Let me make it abundantly clear:

If you have looked for, deliberately searched for, posted, jerked off to, liked or shared that vile deepfake clip, video, pic - whatever the fuck it is - in any way then, YOU ARE NO FAN OF PEDRO PASCAL.

And I am certainly no fan of yours.

Do better. Don't be a dick.

#pedro pascal #jett has spoken

[kaladinkholins]

"why would you ship mizu and taigen together they're sooooo toxic ugh taigen is AWFUL and mizu should be with ME instead!!!"

of course they're toxic they're both deranged and terrible and that's why they're perfect for each other.

cuz like omg you think mizu would treat you well? mizu would abandon you. look at how she left ringo multiple times. ringo who treats her so well and is nothing but patient and caring and loyal. if you are insecure she will laugh at you because she has no social tact. look at how mikio said "it's a stupid dream" talking about his ambitions of regaining his honour and mizu straight up chuckles and tells him he's right because it IS a stupid dream. and at this point their relationship was cordial and she was even warming up to him!

like. arguably, taigen would be a better romantic partner (per the ideals of his time and culture of course), or at least he would be on paper. cuz i mean as a husband, as he is now, i think he'd be awful. but i'm talking about if you and him were dating or courting or just seeing each other romantically, he would be good to you. like we saw how he behaved with akemi and he was nothing but sweet and gentle. the very reason akemi wanted to marry him so bad was because she KNOWS without a doubt that he respects women and would treat her well. "oh but he cheated on her with the prostitutes while celebrating his engagement!" yeah but per the norms of the time and place, it was not considered cheating and akemi (as well as any wife or romantic partner of that period) would not have minded or even cared.

and yes taigen IS an asshole and he IS obnoxious but come on. so is mizu, if she is allowed to act like herself around you. mizu will tease you and mock you and challenge you and even poke at your insecurities (see:her goading mikio on even though he clearly did not view her teasing as light-hearted banter and took it all very personally). she would tell you to your face if she thinks you're being annoying (see:mizu rolling her eyes and telling akemi to straight up just "shut up" when she'd believed mizu had killed taigen).

mizu is not merely a hot and talented badass with a sword and the insane hyperfocus on her desire for revenge which literally drives her to withstand like, extreme amounts of damage and survive it. mizu is also flawed and the show does a good job at showcasing this, and showing us that she's not merely a victim but also a multilayered person. we see throughout that mizu is blunt and sarcastic and prideful.

oh what's that? oh right, very similar to taigen, who is also hot and talented with a sword and with insane hyperfocus on his desire to duel mizu and regain his honour. taigen who is also flawed (though, arguably, more so) as he is blunt and sarcastic and prideful.

the only thing that sets mizu and taigen apart is the fact that taigen is a man and is not mixed race, which thus affects their positions in society and how people perceive them. these are external factors. taigen being a boy who is not blue-eyed allowed him to easily mingle with the other kids in the village, all of whom were similarly fed the same prejudiced values which led them to gang up against mizu and bully her.

but take all that away. strip them down to the bare essentials. suddenly it's like they are the same person copy and pasted.

and that's what makes them even more interesting. yes absolutely they would be toxic. whatever souls are made of, mizu's and taigen's are the same (derogatory). and we literally see them fight all the time!!!! but the thing is they are both deranged when it comes to this.

do you get me. they both literally get turned on by sparring. mizu's whole spar with mikio was her way of flirting. just look at how she smirked at him and said "unsheathe it" like it's clear that this is an innuendo of not just unsheathing his weapon but also what's in his pants. then during the chopsticks fight with taigen in the snow, despite mizu literally being injured and taigen trying to attack her, mizu gets attracted to him. meanwhile taigen got a boner after wrestling with her in the forge.

taigen goes around saying he wants to kill mizu to regain his honour but he still literally risks life and limb for her constantly. mizu gives ringo stomach ulcers by going around flinging herself into near-death situations 24/7. she ups and leaves her beloved swordfather with barely a goodbye twice to pursue her batshit far-fetched quest for revenge (against people she doesn't even KNOW btw because she literally starts off with practically No Leads and not even knowing the NAMES of the white men who are her maybe-fathers).

these bitches are crazy and you know what good for them. that shit needs to be contained and quarantined though and that's why in that sense they would be good together.

i want to put them both in a jar and shake it very hard and see what happens. personally i think they will argue and insult each other while working perfectly in sync with each other to break out of the jar and then proceed to kill me and make out sloppy style over my dead body while they're both covered in blood.

like that's it that's the dynamic. send post.

#this is written half in jest btw dont take it too seriously. ppl can dislike what they want and ship x reader if they like #what annoys me is just when ppl are being rude about other ppl's ships like. unprovoked. like girl.... #taimizu #taigen x mizu #mizu x taigen #blue eye samurai #im active on twitter again and the algorithm keeps putting bad takes on my tl against my will !!! #also yes i am aware im saying all this while writinf a tender yearning-filled slowburn fic of them #bcs i DO want them to be gentle. definitely i do. but that comes muuuuuuch later after they both wear each other's edges down ykwim #bcs if they get together any time soon they will literally be a flaming hot mess #sexy hot mess tho #but a mess nonetheless #they have the range! love them for that #fandom.rtf #shut up haydar #wank.mp3 #kinda #might delete later

[bethanydelleman]

Writing Villains (Advice from Jane Austen)

One of the reasons that I find Jane Austen's novels so wonderful is that they have amazingly realistic villains, some that are fully fleshed out characters. Austen's biggest strength is that she gives her villains clear, logical motives. In fact, for many of her villainous characters you can turn the entire story around and see a rational story from the other side.

For example, Lucy Steele. She doesn't attack Elinor out of mindless evil, but because Edward Ferrars is her golden ticket to wealth and she knows that Edward loves Elinor. Lucy might twist the knife a little on Elinor out of sadism, but generally she attacks Elinor in an attempt to secure Edward. When it comes to other characters, Lucy is overly sweet if she wants something from them, otherwise she acts normally. As an example, she leaves Marianne alone because Marianne is not competing for Edward and also can't do anything for Lucy. Anne, Lucy's sister, likes her. Lucy has friends and family she stays with, she's a fairly well-rounded person.

You can put yourself in Lucy's shoes, you can turn the entire narrative on it's head and play it out from her perspective and it would make complete sense. You could even make Lucy sympathetic! She probably sees herself as a hardworking underdog, trying to wrest her one chance at prosperity away from the conniving Elinor Dashwood. I'm sure she thinks the pain she causes Elinor is justified.

If you can't do that with your villains, then there is a good chance they are just evil for evil's sake. I picked Lucy Steele on purpose because I hate when the entire motivation for a antagonist female character is "bitches be crazy". Bitches may be mean, but almost always for a good reason.

Even Mrs. Norris, who is probably the most cruel of Austen's female villains, can be perspective switched. Her life is about being useful to the Bertram family so she can feel important because her married status/wealth is lower than she wished. As she must always be deferential towards the Bertrams, she takes out her negative emotions on those below her, the servants and Fanny, while also showing off how good she is at "managing" those people. (And yes, she is your childhood bully)

We often hear her perspective and she clearly sees herself as a useful part of the family and a defender of Sir Thomas's wealth. She thinks she's a good person! Which is also an important point: most people doing wrong do not believe that they are doing wrong. That is what really makes a villain scary. Mrs. Norris thinks she's helping Fanny in a very twisted way by teaching Fanny her station in life. If you asked her, she'd give you a self-justified answer and she'd probably actually believe it.

Another way to do a good villain is to just make a person very selfish. Henry Crawford doesn't sit around all day laughing about how much pain he causes women, he doesn't think about it. He only thinks about the fun of flirting for himself, not the harm to others. The glimpses we get into her perspective are not cruel at all. It's the same with Willougby, he thinks only of his own pleasure and tries very hard to ignore that he has crushed Marianne and destroyed Eliza Williams. When he is forced to accept that people were hurt, he blames everyone but himself.

Wickham thinks that he's a victim, Caroline Bingley is ambitious and doesn't care who she steps on to get to the top, Mr. Elton is insulted that Emma could even dream he's a match with Harriet but he can't touch Emma so he punches down at Harriet. They all make sense, they all probably believe that their actions are justified.

Also, imagine taking the heroine/hero right out of the story, would the villain still act the same way? If Anne didn't exist, Mr. Elliot would still try to bring himself into the Elliot family because he was afraid of losing the title. If Elizabeth didn't exist, Wickham would have had another favourite in Meryton. If Fanny didn't exist, Mrs. Norris would have found some other puppy to kick. The villains don't just appear for the plot of the main characters, they have their own reasons for moving around and messing shit up.

Lastly, explaining but not excusing (though unfortunately some people will excuse anyway but that's not your fault). Mary Crawford is mercenary and doesn't seem to believe that love is even a real thing. It's pointed out several times in the novel that her defects have to do with being raised in an immoral environment and a broken home. She was taught by her aunt to marry for wealth and disregard love. Austen doesn't excuse Mary, she doesn't give her a happy ending, but she does explain how she came to be. She's not just greedy, she has been taught that wealth is the best recipe for happiness. As an adult now, it is her responsibility to question that maxim or remain a villain.

Austen wrote amazing morally grey characters and "villains" (a term I used a little liberally here, some of them probably only count as antagonists, not full blown villains). I love how real and human she made her characters, it's something I aspire to myself!

Linking my Caroline rant because it's related, people remove her motives so often and flatten her into a "bitches be crazy".

#jane austen #villains #avoiding “bitches be crazy” #Lucy steele #mrs. norris #mansfield park #sense and sensibility #henry crawford #mary crawford

[ystrike1]

I Took Away the Tyrant's Chastity - By 백단 (5.5/10)

It's rough out there for puppy yandere lovers. It's rare to find one that isn't presented in a comedic way. Finding one that comes with a good plot is even rarer. Don't get your hopes up for this one. It's not a proper story. It's all empty wish fulfillment.

Judith was born with a silver spoon in her mouth. The real Judith wasted that spoon. She acted selfishly until her own family gave up on her, and her fiance wasn't even criticized for executing her. She was that awful. Judith reincarnates with a different soul. It's a Korean college student, who knows the ideal world she exists in is a book. She's sad for a bit, but she quickly notices that all the building blocks for the perfect life are there. A loving family. Wealth. Guaranteed good marriage...if she doesn't act like a sociopath. So, she doesn't. She becomes a beloved daughter.

Judith is a bit of an idiot, but that is her only character flaw. She has vowed to be a good and filial daughter. She will marry and continue to be a supportive force for her powerful family....but she wants to fool around first. Masquerade balls for unmarried women and men are the norm. Fooling around before marriage seems to be expected for both genders. You have to get your desire for adventure out of your system, before you marry for politics. It's not the worst idea. Judith goes to a state sactioned hook up ball for young adults and...all of the men are ugly. Oh no!

She sees one handsome option just before she gives up. She wants to fool around, but not enough to debase herself for rude men. The stranger is reasonably polite, and we get enthusiastic consent on both sides before the hook up. By the way this is also a way to get married. Lots of couples get formed during these parties, but you're not obligated to stay with your partner...most of the time.

Handsome Guy is the Emperor, Theo, and he's always been a little crazy.

Theo married Past Judith, and he also executed her so he could marry a better woman. Judith was deeply insecure and unpleasant to everyone. She used the title of Empress to stroke her own ego, and she bullied every woman who spoke to Theo. The way she behaved was extra stupid, but it explains alot. Theo is a scary and bloodthirsty husband. Judith was the only woman dumb enough to marry him for power. Theo killed close family members to get his throne, so when Judith stepped out of line...yeah he didn't even hesitate.

New Judith has no interest in him, but she wakes up in his bed.

Theo pressures her to take responsibility and...I admit it. The scene is kind of funny and entertaining. Emperor Theo is tired of being drenched in gore all day. He thinks Judith is adorable, and she's clearly attracted to...his body. That's good enough for him. He wants a bride he can relax around. The spoiled rotten sweet version of Judith is perfect for that. Her powerful family loves her in this timeline too. He's obsessed with creating a happy home with her.

He almost throws his chef in jail for serving food she doesn't like, because he's so obsessed with impressing her. Judith isn't into that. She wanted a normal husband. Theo is too crazy for her. So, what's the plan? How the heck is she planning to get away?

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Judith is a moron. She sneaks out and she plans to switch places??? With her maid??? So she can leave the country until Theo finds somebody else??? Even though he has already proposed and its clearly too late??? It's also clear that Theo will kill her maid and the people who try to hide her???

He's not threatened by her brain dead plan. He picks her up seconds after she sneaks out of her parent's mansion.

Theo is cold as ice. His mother could not handle court politics. He can handle betrayal and any worst case scenario with ease. Judith not liking him and not wanting to marry him is a minor problem. It's not even close to the level of drama he's used to. Everything she does is cute, compared to what his enemies do. She's moved by his handsome face too, and he finds that endlessly entertaining. The other ladies piss themselves in fear at the sight of him, so Judith being dumb (and lusty) is a huge plus for him.

Serne was the heroine in the original story. She was a serious, smart woman who could match the Emperor in battle. Theo married her after he got rid of Judith. Together they cleaned up the castle and made it more organized, and less corrupt. The thing is...Theo doesn't need someone to fix the castle. It's running just fine. His enemies are too scared of him to do anything serious, and Judith isn't crazy. So nobody is causing cracks on the inside. He is totally free to marry a cute and useless bride.

Judith thinks he will still fall for Serne, but its pretty obvious that he never fell in the first place. He married her because she was good Empress material. He wants current Judith because she makes him happy. The yandere moments are very janky, but they're there.

#yandere #male yandere #yandere male #yandere boy #recommendations #recs #rec #recommended #webtoon #otome #otome isekai #I Took Away the Tyrant's Chastity

[pixiecactus]

Sansa knew all about the sorts of people Arya liked to talk to: squires and grooms and serving girls, old men and naked children, rough-spoken freeriders of uncertain birth. Arya would make friends with anybody.

so i've seen this quote used in a "see arya is not an outsider" kind of way, and here are my two cents that nobody asked for.

for me arya being an outsider is deeply connected to her self-esteem issues... so in this badly written essay i will (just kidding i couldn't write an essay even for the life of me):

imo this quote is a passive way to show sansa's classism, yeah arya is a friendly little girl, that's true, but i take more this quote as sansa meaning arya's comfortable in making friends with "the lowest of the low". there's a reason why jeyne poole and beth cassel were only sansa's friends and not arya and sansa's friends. growing up in winterfell, arya's mother, her assigned teacher and her older sister and her friends told and showed arya time and time again how she's not an adequate lady and how her behavior as a 9 year old child is completely unacceptable of a lady from a great house. (which is a little hypocrate coming from someone who once was 12 year old "mud pie maker" catelyn tully)

hello "arya's self-esteem issues that people love to ignore", there's a reason why when gendry tells arya she looked pretty and ladylike (i know the phrase used is "a nice oak tree" but guess what my book copy is in spanish and here gendry says "un roble bonito" and bonito is directly translated as "pretty") arya thinks gendry is mocking her, because she believes only her father and jon would say something like that of her while being truthful.

for fucks sake, it gets even worse. arya was anxiously worried about her mother and brother not wanting her back because she had to survive in middle of a war, she had to pass as a boy to avoid sexual violence, which women, girls and even femme presenting people are the primary victim of, she had to kill in situations where it was "kill or be killed", she had to work as a slave, she's dirty and could be simply defined as a mess, completely the contrary of the idea of someone "ladylike" that has been drilled into her head by many people.

arya is loved by her brothers, smallfolk and the people that worked for the starks, but was made an outsider in her own homeplace because she's not good at performing the gender roles expected of her. nobility treats her as an outsider, just because this little girl is gender non conforming. arya is still growing up with low self-esteem with the feeling that nobody would ever want her except for jon. a feeling that was born of failing her obligatory "lady duties" and being bullied and mocked by this fact, by the very own teacher employed by her family and some family members alike. we have arya's own mother constantly comparing the child who excels at her tasks with the child that fails these tasks in an attempt for the child that is failing to improve, which is horrible methoding and only ends up with arya feeling even more inadequate as someone who is a member of a noble house.

even the "arya was clearly ned's favourite" is laughable for me, because even in the part where ned gives back needle to arya, and decides to indulge her with water dancing lessons, he's only doing this with the hope that this is simply a child's interest that arya will grow out of it, and she will finally have the realization that her only place in life is being a "dutyful lady wife" whose sons will be able to be everything she ever wanted to be only because they will be born with a cock between their legs, that's what he tells her. so there we have ned stark passively enforcing gender roles on the child that asked for the possibility of breaking gender norms while she's in a possision of power.

and having both parents telling her in one way of another that her behavior is wrong and not what is expected of her, this only reinforces arya's idea of how inadequate she truly feels, how she will never fit in nobility and how she will have to let go big parts of who she is, to comply with westeros's patriarchal idea of what a noble woman needs to be.

#well... here goes nothing #a song of ice and fire #asoiaf #house stark #arya stark #and her sister her mother and her father #anti sansa stans #anti asoiaf fandom

[justatalkingface]

Everything Changed When The War Arc Attacked:

Or, why do I hate the War Arc so fucking much?

At this point, eh, why not? Writing every day is supposed to be good for improving as a writer.

ECWTWAA is a simple, quippy line that holds all of my festering loathing for watching MHA gleefully hurl itself off a cliff once the War Arc happened, and, much like someone jumping off a cliff like an utter moron (or the Air Nomads after the Fire Nation attacked), it has never truly recovered.

*sigh*

In retrospect, MHA had been going downhill for a long time before that point, and a lot of it was something I noticed unconsciously, but didn't quite rise to me really paying conscious attention to it, beyond a few notable points (*cough*, Bakugou, *cough* FuCkiNg NIGHTEYE), but as my brain was somewhat in the off position as I read, I was still enjoying the ride, even as it bumped; the enjoyment was as much, if not more, that I used to enjoy it more than the actual content, but there was enjoyment.

If MHA before The War Arc was a somewhat imperfect roller coaster ride, the only way I can describe the War Arc is if the roller coaster ride abruptly ended in the side of a cliff, only somehow dragged out for months of slow paced agony. I watched, in vaguely real time, as Hori systematically trashed the last foundations of his story, the swan song of one of the best, most interesting characters in the series, toss aside the sudden yet exciting development of it's main villain, and escalate to a higher gear than ever before the constant work to protect some of the most vile characters, including said mass murdering villain, from even the slightest criticism by sacrificing everyone around them, as well as the very integrity of the story, to the alter of, 'They're not that bad, honest! Don't hurt their little feelings, you bully!'

And, I watched him finally finish the lobotomy on his main character, permanently ripping away what remained of his original personality and intelligence, leaving an empty puppet, a Deku, with the singular purpose of driving the story faster, and faster, and faster towards that thing that Hori seems to crave above everything else now: The End.

Freedom, freedom from the strangling chains of a merciless Jump schedule, of a plot long grown too complex for him to manage, or for him to even want to try, and from the burden of writing characters and stories he so clearly seems to despise, for some reason. And if they only way he feels he can get it is by burning everything he's done down to the ground, well, Hori's clearly more than willing.

In all honesty it became obvious that, in all of MHA, he only actually liked six things: Endeavour, Bakugou, body horror, dramatic, flashy fight scenes with flashy super powers, attractive women in minimal clothing and vaguely fetish-y torture scenes on attractive women in minimal clothing.

These things, from that point on, are the only things he has spent real, actual time on, developing, giving focus to. Everything else, everything else, is rushed, pushed constantly forward by Deku, the puppet, as he runs from plot point to plot point as fast as he can, never allowed a moment to rest, to reflect, to really think at all, all in the name of progression as empty as he has become.

In all honesty, it was a needed, if unwanted, shock to help me realize the truth, but at what cost? At what cost is this clarity? The joy is gone now; once I dropped my unconscious acceptance of the narrative, everything I had been ignoring came to me a rush of horrified realization, even the most mild of flaws became glaring, and now reading the early chapters that got me into this story in the first place is just... hollow now, like I'm watching my old self enjoy them, rather than enjoying them myself, and I can't help but be both jealous and vaguely contemptuous at the innocent pleasure that person had.

I'll admit, I'm being more dramatic than I'd like to be, but... I've said this before, I'd been reading MHA for years before this point. Years of enjoyment, interest, and focus, and it's all ash to me now. I'm somewhat bitter about it.

#bnha critical #mha critical #everything changed when the war arc attacked #bakugou critical #endeavour critical #nighteye critical #izuku deserves better #izuku is a person #deku is a puppet #me looking at the dimension where hori didn't do any of this shit #reference post

[lucky-3833]

Yang knew she should feel bad, her prank had clearly gotten out of hand as she watched her sister getting violently pulled from cock to cock as she was raped in the courtyard. But, she also couldn't deny it was a pretty nice sight

Ruby had been acting so freaking seriously ever since she got picked as team leader, and all Yang had wanted to do was help her lighten up with a little prank. Surprise her, embarrass her, take the wind out of her sails a little bit, and then they could both laugh about it later.

So she'd sat behind Ruby in class, and right before the class had been dismissed she'd taped a note reading 'Spank Me!' to the back of Ruby's cloak.

She'd been pretty sure nobody would actually do it. Ruby would get some snickers, someone would tell her or she'd check, and then she'd get all flustered and annoyed before realizing how silly the whole thing was. And then things would be golden!

That...hadn't happened.

One of the upperclassmen, a beefy horse faunus, had seen the note. Instead of just chuckling to himself and moving on, though, he'd wound up with a big ol' grin and slapped Ruby's ass hard enough to lift her feet off the ground in an awkward little hop!

And Ruby, her sweet little sister, had let out a gasp that sounded an awful lot like a moan.

She'd clapped her hands over her face, looking just as shocked as Yang had been by her body's natural reaction. The two of them being stunned into inaction had only made it worse, though, when the upperclassman seemed to take it as permission to continue. "So you did put that note on yourself! You little fucking whore, I'll give you what you want."

"H-huh? What are you-" Ruby babbled, only to be cut off with a squeal when he hit her a second time. He grabbed her cloak like a leash and yanked her head down, bending her forward to get a better angle at her ass. Normally it was pretty well covered by her combat skirt, but he grabbed the ruffled fabric in one massive fist and yanked it up so roughly that Yang could hear the fabric tearing all the way on the other side of the courtyard as Ruby's tight athletic short were exposed.

Ruby said something that Yang couldn't hear at this distance, choking out a plea for mercy most likely, but the upperclassman just laughed derisively as he yanked her shorts down.

The two had begun to gather an audience, a few students hurrying by but many more pausing in their paths to watch the drama unfold. The upperclassman faunus roughly pushed a thick finger between her leg, then laughed again and called out to everyone who was watching. "She's fucking soaked!"

"P-please, s-stop!" Ruby cried out.

"Shut the fuck up, whore." He sneered. Unbuckling his pants, the faunus freed his cock, and Yang choked on air as she saw what he was planning to use on her sister.

It was an absolute club of a cock, a fat equine length with a solid flared crown that was almost the size of Ruby's thigh. If he tried shoving that thing in her- fuck, would Ruby even survive?

Yang knew that it was her duty as a sibling to put a stop to what her prank had started. But she hesitated, as the upperclassman bully shoved Ruby to the ground.

Hesitated, as he knelt down behind her.

Hesitated as he lined himself up.

And bit her bottom lip as he grabbed a fistful of Ruby's hair and slammed himself inside.

Ruby's shriek was equal parts pain, pleasure, and shock. Even all the way from her hiding spot, Yang could see her sister's belly bulging so far that the laces of her corset were beginning to snap. The faunus man gave her no time to adjust, hammering into her with a downright violent pace, fucking poor little Ruby into the dirt as the younger girl's hands scrabbled on the cobblestones.

Only a few seconds later, Ruby visibly seized up, her whole body spasming as she let out a broken wail. The grinning upperclassman announced to his whole audience what had happened. "Bitch just came!"

Some of the other students in the crowd, the men, actually cheered. The women were more of a mixed bag. A few couldn't tear their eyes away, despite their expressions of horror. A couple grinned along with the boys. And some of the others looked almost...jealous.

"What do you all say I give this slut what she really wants?" The upperclassman bellowed. "And give her an early Huntress retirement with a baby in her belly!"

Yang gulped, as more cheers sounded out from the crowd. People were urging the horse faunus to knock her little sister up, which would surely end her hopes of being a Huntress.

Time was running out for her to do something.

And still, she just stood there, one hand squeezing her chest as the other crept between her legs.

The upperclassman shoved Ruby's face to the ground, one last slam of his hips against hers making her squeal like a bitch in heat as he pumped his load into her cunt. Yang could see her belly swelling, tearing the fabric of her corset and revealing the reddened, stretched skin of her belly as her virgin womb was absolutely bloated with cum.

The upperclassman sighed in satisfaction at a job well done as he pulled himself out of Ruby, giving Yang a glimpse at her gaping, cratered pussy before the flood of cum pouring out covered it up. He tucked himself away, buckled his pants, and stood back upright. "You know...maybe we do need girls like her at Beacon." He mused. "Us real Huntsmen need stress relief sometimes." He looked to the grinning, flushed, eager audience, and planted his foot on Ruby's upraised ass. "She's still got two fresh holes. Have fun!"

With that, he kicked Ruby over to them and sauntered off, whistling a jaunty tune.

Yang watched as the crowd descended on Ruby, any possibility of her recovering from this thoroughly dashed as she was turned into the center of an impromptu gangbang, over a dozen other students treating her like a toy they could use and abuse however they saw fit. Her pretty silver eyes had rolled all the way back in her head, her mind visibly crumbling under the onslaught of pleasure.

And Yang? Yang knelt there in her little hiding spot, fingering herself to orgasm after orgasm as she watched every moment.

At least, until an enormous hand landed on her shoulder. The upperclassman, the one who'd started this whole thing, had snuck up behind her. "You know...I think that slut out there isn't the only bitch who needs to learn a new place at Beacon." He growled.

Yang shivered. And without any prompting, nuzzled against the bulge in his pants.

I'll be there with you in a minute, sis. She thought to herself. Save some for me.

#rwby #not sfw #Ruby Rose #mindbreak #yang xiao long

[traumatizedjaguar]

Abusers never getting their story straight:

I spoke to one abuser who said that he wasn’t an abuser because he lacked self awareness about his behaviors during the time he abused women he had relationships with. So being mentally ill let him off the hook for abusive behaviors. But he still had a right to get revenge and abuse people in extreme ways who minorly hurt him as I was given details of those situations… but nobody has a right to hurt him back.

I spoke to one abuser who claimed he wasn’t the only abuser in the relationship and that him and his ex gf were 50/50 when it came to splitting up the role of being the abuser. So he went on to tell us in the chat that it’s a good thing bc now it’s a “fun” war where he’s justified in doing whatever he wants to his ex girlfriend and nobody can talk him into thinking differently. I asked for details and he told us, so fucking clearly, that his ex-gf just reacted to his abuse…. He drove her “crazy” basically.

I talked to another abuser that said he had NPD and his ex had CPTSD, OCD and BPD and he laughed about how they “made a beautiful mess of everything” when they dated. Red flag. From all the details, he had no self awareness of describing that he abused her first, but he thought “so what” bc “she’s bad too”, dragged her through horrible and stressful situations, justifying it bc “he had childhood trauma” causing her to react to him in such intensity and horrible behaviors back. He blamed her BPD and his NPD saying they were both abusers, but everything he described had absolutely nothing to do with her BPD, and more so to do with his treatment of her, and her simple reaction to that which can get either confused or overlap with BPD symptoms coming out. Why not blame her CPTSD? CPTSD had a lot of symptoms about flashbacks, emotional dysregulation, even anger issues sometimes and when she displays these symptoms why is that not automatic “she’s the abuser” with the CPTSD? Why not blame her OCD? Anxiety around loved ones too. He admitted without realizing it probably that he gaslit her and she did not gaslight him; he gaslighted her in extreme ways I was concerned that he will never change his way of thinking.

I’m spoke to another abuser who said he kept pushing a girl into a relationship and would never leave her alone and didn’t count this as emotional abuse and potential stalking. She non stop would run from him and tell him to get away and stop bothering her. He genuinely believed coercion isn’t abusive if he spread out his coercive behavior over the course of months as in: “coerce her for 3-5 minutes, then leave her alone, repeat for months every other week or so”. Which made no sense like “people change their minds especially if every week I can come up with something good to get her to turn her no into a yes”. He harassed her, stalked her, and coerced her into things she didn’t want to do and claimed she abused him when she reacted so badly to him one day at school and embarrassed him in front of all their classmates. Which he said he had a right to get revenge on her and bully her for embarrassing him; obviously he does not have a right to abuse her because he abused her first, she reacted and told him off in front of everybody, then he claimed to be a victim.

Mutual abuse is non-existent.

#my text #mutual abuse #excuses #justifications #cptsd #bpd #actuallyabused #gaslighting #psychological abuse #complex ptsd #actually cptsd #borderline personality disorder #bpd tag #bpd vent #actually bpd #bpd safe #ocd #cptsd vent #cptsd symptoms #ptsd #childhood abuse #anxiety disorders #gaslight #tw gaslighting #gaslit #emotional gaslighting

[sensei-venus]

Mphhh shy!eli trying to dom chubby!bully!reader🥶

Poor guy would be trying to hard to make her feel good as he frantically fucks her from behind, fingers gripping onto her fleshy thighs while he’s whimpering out dirty words…

“F-fuck so, so tight…. M’ gonna cum so fucking hard inside your chubby pussy, fuck! Take my cum, take it like a good… fucking… slut… fffuckkkkk…”

(Unedited) (Sex, Vaginal Penetration, Unsafe Sex, Mentions of Oral Sex, Mentions of Hand Jobs, Creampie kink, Eli thinks he’s actually dominating but really Reader is just getting off to it and letting him think he is., Reader is a softy for Eli but still likes calling him names and using him.)

Reader really didn't know how you got herself into this situation. By no means was she mad about it she was actually pretty excited about it. She bit her lower lip as she fanned herself out on the soft sheets of her bed. Her naked skin against her bedsheets, it made a shiver go up her spin. Her eyes glanced up at the boy who stood over her.

He was nervous, just by the look on his face she knew he was questioning what he was doing. Acting like he had no idea what he was trying to do in the moment. But his dick sure knew. It was already hard, pretty and digging into his belly. She swear she could even hear his labored breathing just from getting her undressed.

When the two got paired for a class project she couldn't stop the smirk that spread across her lips. She remembered watching him from across the room as their names where called out to pair up.

He looked like he was going to crap himself, his eyebrows frowed and his gaze wavering. He couldn't even look her way.

Or maybe it was the fact that his legs where locked together to try and hide the bulge in his jeans. The one he was desperately trying to hide. Not from the other people in the room but from her. Because he knew she was looking for it, because she liked making him hard and squirm in his seat.

She liked seeing him embarrassed. Liked making a fool out of him in public.

She talked him into coming over to her house where she knew no one would bother them. She claimed it would be quiet because her parents were out of town for business for the week. They wouldn't be home for days. She got him to call his mom and tell his her that he was over to Demetri’s for the project and that he would be spending the night, his mom didn't even question it before hanging up.

“Get on the bed, a-ass up on all four.” his voice cracked more then once and it seemed to anger him. Like he didn't want to sound as nervous as he actually was. He leaned over the be a little and tossed the blanket away, his fingers brushing over her thighs by accident. It sent a jolt though his whole body and it made Reader shiver. Her skin felt like sweet heat under his finger tips, it made his belly flutter.

Reader did her best to keep a straight face like she wasn't expecting the “dominant” attitude he was trying to put on. She expected it to happen at some point. For him to try and “fight back” and take on the more dominant role in what ever game they where playing.

Knowing Eli if he didn’t like the way she had been treating him for months now, his mom would be all over her. That women had a thing for going straight to the principal the minute Eli even quivered at the lip. Clearly he was ok with how she messed with him, bullying him around school.

Clearly he liked the messy hand jobs and blow jobs in the school bathroom.

He liked eating her pussy out in the backseat of her car every other day during lunch.

She turned over onto the bed and got into position. Her ass high in the air as she rested her stop half on the bed. Her tits hung heavy before she pressed her upper half down on the mattress. She sighed softly as she made herself more comfortable.

Eli took the time to look her over in the new position. He had never seen her like this, fully nude and all open just for him. She never let him do anything like this before and he mentally questioned if this was a new thing. If she would let him keep doing this in the future. Maybe growing a back bone in this split second decision actually did something to make her submissive.

His eyes scanned over her chubby form. He liked the way her legs parted open just for him, her thick thighs where heavy and her calves plum. Her ass was high in the air and he couldn’t stop one of his hands from grazing over it. He harshly gripped at the fat flesh of her ass, his grip was so hard that she whimpered. His fingers dig into her and the fat molds between his fingers. He’s pulling her cheeks apart to get a better look at her. Her pussy completely bare.

His heart sped up as he looked at her damp pussy. Her lower lips completely swollen and covered in her own juices. She was getting wet just for him.

His cock jumped at the idea and he slowly started to jerk himself. He grunted out as he started to work himself up just from gazing at her sex. He watched as her hole started to slowly trickle with her own release. She was getting needy by the minute even if she wouldn’t admit it out loud.

He slowly lined himself up with her hole and quickly sunk in. Reader couldn’t help but gasp out and moan, she didn’t expect him to go straight in. He bottomed out completely in one thrust. She moaned into her arms as she felt him brush right against her cervix with the new angle and position. All she could think about was the fact she may have over looked some things before starting this little game. His balls where pressed right against her clit as he rutted into her.

He quickly started a fast pace, almost completely pulling out but only leaving the tip in before thrusting back into her cunt. She could feel him every time he moved in and out of her. His girth stretched her wide open and rubbed against the best parts inside her pussy. She could feel the way she was starting to drip down his shaft, it trickled down his balls and slapped against her clit. Toes curled with every thrust.

She did her best to try and cover up her moans but there was no point, Eli was even loader then her. He grunted with every movement he made. Reader could almost hear him growing over her. His chest was pressed against her back, she could feel him breathing and panting against her flushed skin.

She clenched around him as he pounded at the spot inside her that made her see starts. Her vision going. For a split moment she wondered if her eyes where crossing with the way he was fucking into her.

He was making as mess between her legs and she knew it.

His fingers dug into her fatty thighs.

“F-fuck so, so tight…. M’ gonna cum so fucking hard inside your chubby pussy, fuck! Take my cum, take it like a good... fucking... slut... fffuckkk....”

He slapped at her ass and she whimper out. She was done for, he wasn't playing around anymore.

He was too cute.

His thrusts picked up and before she could even understand what was going on he was open palm rubbing her clit. Their mixed fluids acting as a lubricant. It was hot messy and nasty but it felt so good. Her belly was knotted. She felt hot and cold at the same time and then a moment later she was snapping.

Her belly was exploding and so was her pussy. She couldn't even feel the way she clenched around Eli in that moment, all she could feel was her orgasm rushing though her. Her vains felt like they where on fire and her brain was fuzzy, her eyelides where black and white. Her toes cured as she locked up around him.

Just a few hard thrusts later her was busting inside of her. His sticky cum filling her creamy pussy. He felt every rope of cum spill inside her, his balls drawing up in rhythm. He rutted into her raw cunt, he could feel his cum pooling inside of her. His tip right against her cervix and he could almost feel the way his cum brimmed inside of her. After regaining his breath he slowly, almost teasing pulled out of her. He hissed at the feeling of leaving her hot were heat.

She clenched around him almaot as of her body didn't want him to leave yet, to keep him in longer.

With a small jerk he finally left her body. A moment later not even a second after he had cum deep inside her, it was already starting to spill out. Her used raw hole gapped open and spilled his seed down her folds. Her messy clit dripped with his cum. His dick which was only half soft hung low and covered in cum, creamy and wet. He didn't stop himself from gently holding himself and rubbing his tip over her messy folds. His tip collected some of his own seed and he didn’t hesitate to push it back into her. One last time he pulled out.

Reader shook underneath him, she panted out into the bed. Drool pooled into a spot underneath her. She rolled her eyes. Without looking at him she simply stated while pulling herself apart for him.

“I really hope that’s not all you got for me, because it sucked. Now fucking put another fat load in me. If I’m not a complete mess then your not doing it right. I want a creamy pussy not a dry one you stupid worm.”

#cobra kai #cobra kai blog #cobra kai ask blog #eli moskowitz #cobra kai eli #eli hawk moskowitz #eli moskowitz x chubby reader #eli moskowitz smut #eli moskowitz x reader #hawk moskowitz #cobra kai hawk #cobra kai hawk x reader #hawk x reader #bully!reader #shy!eli #cobra kai smut thought #hawk moskowitz smut #cobra kai smut #hawk moskowitz x chubby reader #chubby reader #cobra kai x chubby reader #plus size reader #cobra kai x plus size reader

[ctl-yuejie]

10 BL men I want carnally (or so the title goes)

really ristricted myself to the roles + only men (otherwise this would take me days to compile) - I will be taking the "carnally" seriously.

tagged by @williamrikers and @bengiyo (I believe) <3

Gong Jun as Xia Yao in Advance Bravely

listen, I am focusing on the roles but also: it's Gong Jun - one of the most gorgeous men I have ever seen. He is both feisty and baby in this. I do like hunky men, I like short kings. But from time to time I feel like sparring with a tall guy who I can later bully in bed. And he is also bratty and pouty in this series and gets spanked. I think I can work with that.

2. Mark Pakin as Nick in Only Friends

I think I have said enough that Boston is a dick and also that I can see my younger self in him. So with Mark's *gestures wildly* everything, Nick clearly falls into the most gorgeous men alive category that I also want to make cry in bed. We know Boston is great at sex. But he also stuck with Nick, so I really want to know what he can do. He should probably ride me.

3. Mix Sahaphab as Wen in Moonlight Chicken

besides Mix being stunning, both in terms of looks and in terms of character Wen is not someone I would usually go for. But he has sensuality down, and that first look at Uncle Jim had Uncle Jim feeling a specific type of way and agree to take him home with him and I cannot argue with that. And I do like a guy who can do a one night stand.

4. Tay Tawan as Shin in 3 Will Be Free

why are you, as a man, holding a guys waist while craning your head to get all the french kisses? well, you could be Tay Tawan as Shin. Both beautiful and oh so moody and brooding when you think your first crush is into the the stunning women at your side. This is the perfect threesome and I would very much like to be part of it.

5. Joong Archen as Joke in Hidden Agenda

whatever this series was and despite his character being a bit underwritten, one thing the writing team made sure of was to let us know that Joke can arrange your body in any way he wants. he's both very caring and soft which doesn't quite fit the intensity of the "carnally" theme, but just watching him lift Zo up gives me so many ideas to what else he can do. and he said himself, that sex with him is going to make you feel very good.

6. Fandy Fan as Hsia Yu Hao and Zach Lu as Qiu Ziu Xuan in Crossing the Line

both stunning. I appreciate that Hsia Yu Hao dreams of getting dominated a bit and while they are young and inexperienced the electricity in the shower room scene gives me all the confidence that they both know what to do. Plus points for the possibilities to fuck all over the gym when you're young and horny and don't care that much about the mood of a place.

7. Net Siraphob as King in Bed Friend

do I still have to watch the show? yes. but just by looking at the gifsets I am very certain that he should be at the top of any "desiring carnally" list. he is cocky, knows what to do with his hands, has some great moves (that bed jump), is kinky and his eyes convey how much he loves to fuck and how turned on he is at all times. he also seems very sweet and caring. even I would consider him as boyfriend material. and that is wildly out of the norm.

8. Kouhei Takeda as Nozue and Kimura Tatsunari as Togawa in Oldfashion Cupcake

you just know that they are great at sex, even before the infamous thumb scene. the sensuality, the amount of pent-up horniness togawa brings to the table. and while he probably hasn't gotten laid for some time i get the feeling that nozue is naturally good in bed once he feels comfortable in his body. they would make for some really great slow and dirty saturday evening sex.

9. Boss Chaikamon as Phayu in Love in The Air

yes, this is Boss being an excellent kisser but that makes it canon for Phayu in the show. Usually not that into getting dommed necessarily but oh boy would I make an exception for him. (Prapai and his beagle energy and sex at the workplace was a hot contender though).

10. Gap Jakarin as Yai in The Sign

cannot believe I only now arrived at a himbo character but here he is. you could offer to ride him and he would say thank you and maybe shed a little tear about it. maybe not the best technique but definitely the energy to balance it out.

honorary mentions: Daddy Dan (Papang Phromphiriya) in Only Friends...maybe not the most adventerous but he is very charming and a great kisser, Daddy Chan (Peter Knight) in KinnPorsche ...while the whole cast is stupidly hot all characters would annoy me too much to even consider for a one night stand. daddy chan however..., Time (JJ Chalach) in KinnPorsche that being said..he cheats on the most beautiful being that is Tay who still sticks with him so I guess the dick has to be fantastic

tagging everyone who wants to have a go!

#ctlyuejie writes #10 bl boys i want carnally #idk where all the older men went #my brain is working against me... #this is solely a list in terms of fuckability #which was a lot of fun #long post

[la-pheacienne]

The Catelyn never abused Jon conversation really goes out the window for me when Jon said SHE MADE HIM FEEL GUILTY FOR EATING. I know most of us are joking when we say he’s dramatic about her but some of you really think she was justified in her treatment toward him and um… well, no.

And “GRRM said she didn’t abuse him” yeah I know but GRRM also said Daenerys/Drogo wasn’t rape and that men who beat their wives can still be heroes. GRRM is obviously the author who decides what’s canon ie Catelyn never beat Jon, but he’s not the man who decides what abuse is and the way their way relationship is described is clearly abusive.

I mean, yeah. I agree. I will repeat what I said in my initial post, I don't care about specifically defining her behavior towards Jon, and I do take into account the author's intent. But the fact is that she was an adult, in a position of authority over a child, and she intentionally made him suffer for it throughout his childhood and adolescence and then rejoiced over his death penalty, or, if we want to be more exact, actively advocated for it. I'm sorry, these are facts. You can still like Cat or her chapters but this is Cat's characterization and if you want to be more chill with it because she is a woman/victim of patriarchy/redhead/whatever reason, then you can be, but this is personal to you. Snape is one of my fav characters in HP but he bullied children for a living and that's just a fact, I won't deny it. I liked the character but he was an asshole. I love Jaime but he did actively try to murder a kid. I won't deny that.

Being a woman is actually not an excuse for character flaws, because women are people and they should be judged or appreciated for their personality and not for their vagina. It goes both ways. Like tell me you like Cat despite the fact that she is a conservative, privileged and occasionally cruel person. Tell me you like her because she is strong, dutiful and loyal to her family, tell me you like her because you like her chapters. Don't tell me you like her because she's a woman and therefore can do no wrong. The reality is this : Cat actively ruined the life of an orphan kid that happens to be a fandom favorite and a main character. I am sorry, but of course she is going to get hate.

I actually don't hate her because I take into consideration the social norms in universe, and I do have sympathy for her. No, she is not the devil incarnate. If you want to think so, you can, but again that's something personal to you and does not apply to the story.

Also we like what we like. I love Ned as a character, I am pretty indifferent towards Cat. The reason I like him better is not because he is better than Cat or less responsible for all the shit that happened to Jon than Cat. I just like him better. It is that simple.

#anti catelyn stark #asoiaf #jon snow #eddard stark #aspa rambles #anonymous

[tragedyofdevotion]

Little Mouse

Zhongli x reader

Modern au, deliquent Morax & professor Zhongli

Inspired by this post by @zhongrin

There is an attractive and patient professor who was recently transferred to Lyuie University. But a certain rumor is spreading around that the perfect professor is actually bullying his colleague. But is it really true though?

To be honest, he was getting annoyed at your little habits, your body shaking like a leaf and your words shuttering whenever he was in your vicinity. It was not like he had ever done anything to scare you. Yet, you looked at him like you saw a monster ever since he had transferred to this university. So, he had to take matters into his own hand.

“Miss Y/n, are you free tonight? If possible, I would like to invite you out for dinner, for helping my students the other day,” Zhongli said, as politely and softly as he can. There was no women who could endure his gentlemanly charms so you were surely fall for him if he used this technic, he thought.

But his assumption was wrong.

“Wh-what? I-I am sorry, Professor Zhongli, I am quite … occupied tonight,” you said, hanging your head and looking at the floor beneath you.

There it was again. Just what had he ever done to receive this kind of treatment. This way, the rumors were starting to spread that he was bullying you. In Lyuie, those types of rumors could easily ruin a person’s reputation.

But Zhongli was nothing if not patient. So, he quickly calmed himself down and tried again.

“Miss Y/n, why are you avoiding me like this? Had I ever done anything you wouldn’t like?” he said, his deep voice flowing so smoothly into your heart that you almost forgot who he really was.

“No-no. You had done nothing wrong,” you answered.

“You need to look into other’s eyes when talking to them,” he said again, but this time, his voice was completely cold as ice compared to the warm and kind one earlier. After you heard it, you immediately looked up at him, afraid of angering him.

And then, suddenly he remembered, the model student, a year younger than him, who he often saw at high school awards ceremonies back in his high school ddays The prim and proper figure, who was the idol of the whole school, and loved by both students and teachers alike. You were the very opposite of his younger self, a delinquent who was feared and hated by all.

He had never interacted with you directly and did not even care about you, that is… until that fateful day.

That day, he, Morax at that time, was paying a visit to Osial and Beisht, for assaulting his cousin, Xiao. But what he did not expect was that the so-called model student would accidentally be there at the time of the event.

You looked the same back then, too. Seeing the bloody and broken two behind, you could not move a muscle in fear of him, eyes wide opened and big, fat tears threatened to fall out of them. He remembered that day clearly because the normally cool student looking like a dirty little rat, who got captured by a cat, ignited something inside him.

So, you were that person all along. You looked at him like a monster because you knew him, as Morax, who was, indeed, a monster. Now that he had connected all the dots, it became very clear why you was avoiding him.

He looked at you, your fearful face and starting to feel that he wanted to make the tears fall and make a mess out of your pretty face. His younger self with that naïve thinking, did not understand his own desires well and let you go. But he would not make the same mistake twice.

This time, surely, he would make sure he get to see all your cute little expressions and claim you as his, both body and soul.

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