#maybe once I'm skinny enough someone will notice me

[crazylil-lion]

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#must starve to be like all the guys people like #must starve to be like all the photos shared. #no one likes fat guys. just a saying. #must starve and be as small as I can. #maybe then I will be partially accepted. #maybe once I'm skinny enough someone will notice me

[demonpiratehuntress]

vampire shenanigans (Straw Hats + Ace, Law, Kaku)

featuring - Zoro x F!Reader, Ace x F!Reader, Law x F!Reader, Usopp x F!Reader, Luffy x F!Reader, Kaku x F!Reader, Sanji x F!Reader

summary - your crew's stop at a nearby island takes a dark (but also kind of funny) turn when the town's vampire king tries to make you his wife. your boyfriend is NOT amused.

warnings - none

a/n - one of my stupid, random ideas

You were bad with directions. Because while everyone had been exploring the new island you'd stopped at, you had somehow gotten yourself lost. And found yourself deep in the woods, in front of an evil-looking castle that practically oozed danger. It was obvious enough to you not to go in, but before you could turn and walk away your vision went dark.

ZORO

"Wait, where's (Name)?"

Zoro was the first to notice your absence when the group met up in the town square, looking around worriedly. Even he and Luffy had found their way here before you, which never happened.

"Maybe she lost track of time?" Robin suggested. "She's probably in one of these shops."

After a while of looking around and asking shopkeepers about you, though, they had no luck finding you. Until a pale, eerily skinny girl came running from the forest, attracting the townspeople's attention.

"The king has chosen his bride!" She cried out, then collapsed.

The Straw Hats were confused. What happened to her, and who was this 'king'? Also where did she come from and why did all the villagers look frightened by her words? Questioning a few of them yielded nothing except 'vampire'.

"Wait a minute..." Nami started, frowning. "That must be (Name)!"

"What?" Zoro demanded, almost growling.

"Well, think of it, she's been gone so long and it's odd for her to be the last one to come back. Maybe that's because she was kidnapped by this king."

"Oh hell no," Zoro grumbled, "He is NOT marrying MY girlfriend. Only I can do that."

Before the other Straw Hats could even react to that, the green-haired swordsman was trudging up the hill and entering the forest. They hastily followed, giving each other uneasy looks as they got to the spooky castle.

"Give me back my woman!" Zoro was yelling at someone, "The only person who's going to marry her is me!"

Your eyes widened at his words, a blush falling over your cheeks as you watched your boyfriend challenge the annoyed vampire beside you.

I'm pretty sure we all know who wins this fight. An angry Zoro is NOT to be trifled with, after all.

"So, you're going to marry me huh?"

Zoro's cheeks turned slightly pink, "Someday, yeah."

ACE

The minute Ace lost sight of you, he flew into a frenzy. He was panicking like he'd lost a child, running all over town looking for you. He knew of your tendency to get lost, and it always scared him. Especially when he took his eyes off you for one second and then looked back to see you had vanished. The poor man wants to cry when he doesn't find you anywhere, and Marco has to calm him down and assure him that they will find you.

A nearby couple talking in hushed tones caught Ace's attention, as well as the fact that they kept glancing at him and Marco not-so-secretly. He went over to them.

"Hi, have you seen a woman with-"

"She was taken by the vampire king," someone behind them spoke. The couple rushed off, frightened by the newcomer. Ace turned to see a young woman coming towards him and Marco. She held an umbrella over her head, despite the sun being out.

"Um...vampire king?" The commander questioned.

"He takes a woman once every few years, marries them and turns them, and then leaves them," she explained. "So if you've lost your friend and can't find her anywhere in town, that must be where she is." The woman's tone was sad, as if she knew this from experience.

"Thank you," Ace nodded and sprinted off before Marco could protest or suggest telling Whitebeard what happened.

"Ace! You don't even know where he lives!"

Somehow, Ace found the place and by the time Marco had caught up with the pissed 2nd division commander he saw Ace challenging a man who was holding you hostage. This must have been the vampire king.

"Give her back!" Ace was aggressively demanding, flames dancing along his arms and legs, his eyes just as fiery. "If she's going to be anyone's wife, she'll be my wife!"

You blushed HEAVILY at that. You and Ace had spoken a lot about marriage, but you hadn't thought he was serious about it. Your heart warmed at the thought, and once he had taken care of the king - fire was a pretty convenient weapon against vampires - you immediately kissed him when he came close.

"There's only one person I would ever say yes to, Ace. And that's you."

LAW

You had split off with Bepo to find something to gift Law for your anniversary. When the bear came running back to Law with tears streaming down his face, the doctor knew the worst must have happened. And it was only confirmed when Bepo repeatedly apologised through his tears before finally telling Law you had been kidnapped.

"Kidnapped?" The surgeon frowned. "By who?"

"I couldn't see him very well," Bepo was sobbing, the poor bear, "But he was tall and pale. With red eyes."

Law cursed. He knew what that might mean, and he felt ridiculous putting you and his crew in this position in the first place. He had, for once, forgotten to check what island this was, and now you were paying the price for his negligence.

"Come on, I know where she is."

The crew followed their captain through the forest, getting frightened by the spooky atmosphere but still trudging through. You were one of them, after all, and that was their motivation. Especially Bepo and Law. The captain was practically fuming, and steam would have come out of his ears if possible. How dare someone kidnap you? Was this stupid vampire king not aware of who you were with?

It was almost as if he sensed Law's presence, because the doors swung open for the Heart pirates to enter. They found you in the dining room, you looking relieved to see them and the vampire smirking smugly at Law.

"A pretty thing, you had," he began, "Such a shame she's mine now. But I am generous, so I'll let you stay for the wedding."

Bepo was outraged, but Law held him back, "Wedding? I haven't planned one with her yet, but I appreciate you letting us use your facilities for it."

Your face turned beet-red, never having expected to hear that from Law. He 'room, shambled' the vampire and then quickly walked over to you.

"Are you okay?"

You smiled up at him, "I'm perfect."

"That you are," he smiled back and kissed your cheek, a rare display in front of the crew just because he was so relieved you were okay.

KAKU

You and Kaku had just been trying to have a nice vacation. But you should have really done your research first, because apparently women disappeared a lot on this island, but the islanders wouldn't tell Kaku why or where you had gone. He remained calm on the outside, but internally he was panicking and freaking out completely. How had he lost you??

He searched everywhere in the town, but found nothing. You were nowhere in sight, as if you had just vanished into thin air. One moment you were next to him, the next you were gone. You might have wandered off, but to where??

"Go look in the forest," someone spoke from beside him as he looked again through a store window. "She might be there."

He turned to look at who had spoken, and found himself facing a very scary looking woman. She might have been scary because she looked like all the blood had been drained from her body, and her skin was paler than any normal human's.

Kaku wanted to ask why she looked like that and how she knew where you were, but decided that finding you took top priority. He thanked her and went off to the forest, and it wasn't long before he realised the answers to the questions he wanted to ask that lady.

He was standing in front of a gothic castle, one that looked like it belonged to a vampire - and Kaku soon found out it did.

"I can't give her back," the vampire said coolly, smirking, "She is my bride."

Kaku glared, a sight so scary you'd hid your face the first time you saw it. Kaku was normally cute and shy, but when he got angry and when he glared he was the scariest person in the world. It was probably the unhinged look in his eyes.

"She will be no one's bride but mine," the CP9 assassin growled, drawing his swords.

It was a very intense fight, but you only had one thing on your mind. When Kaku tossed the ripped off head of the vampire aside, making sure to light it on fire, he turned only to have you crash into him and engulf him in a hug.

"Your bride, huh? I look forward to it."

SANJI

God help anyone who tries to marry you with this guy around. Even if said person was an immortal being capable of draining his body of blood. But he didn't know that's what the crew faced, when you suddenly just didn't return from a store you had gone to look at. Everyone had split up to explore, but you hadn't come back yet and Sanji was getting agitated.

"I'm sure she's fine," Chopper tried to assure him, "(Name) can handle herself."

An old man suddenly came up to them then, looking so sad that Sanji almost gave him a hug.

"Your friend is gone," he spoke dejectedly, "He comes and takes any woman he chooses, and you never see that poor girl again." Then he walked off, as if what he'd said had made perfect sense.

"Um..."

Sanji looked around, trying to see if anyone looked suspicious, until something caught his eye from the forest. As if drawn to it, he suddenly went in that direction and found himself in front of a very eerie castle a few minutes later.

"(Name) is in there?"

"Who dares talk about my bride?"

"EXCUSE ME?!" Sanji yelled. "THAT IS MY GIRLFRIEND!"

"I think not," the vampire finally showed his face, pulling you along, "She will marry me and become my wife."

"If (Name) is going to marry anyone it's going to be me!" Sanji cried and then attacked.

Once that was over, you went over to him and grinned, "Marriage, huh? I didn't think playboys had that in their vocabulary."

"Oh, ha ha," he replied sarcastically, sweeping you into his arms and peppering your face with kissed, "I mean it, you know."

You smiled, "Good, cause I want it."

LUFFY

I'm going to be honest with you, Luffy is lost with you too. He sticks to you like actual glue, so it's no surprise when he ends up by the castle with you. The only difference is that he's knocked out and left outside, while you were taken inside to face god-knows-what. When Luffy finally woke up, the rest of the crew was surrounding him.

"Luffy, what happened?" Chopper asked, concerned as he checked Luffy's vitals and made sure he was okay.

"I don't know," the captain frowned, "(Name) and I got lost, and came here to this creepy castle. Then I woke up now."

"Wait, so you don't know what happened to (Name)?!" Sanji panicked. "You idiot, you were supposed to protect her!"

Zoro glared at the cook, "Calm down, stupid cook. Take a look at this castle, something weird lives in there."

Luffy's eyes widened then, realising just now what he had said. He shot to his feet, head whipping around wildly as if that would help him locate you, "Where's (Name)?! Is she in there?"

The crew groaned collectively, knowing that Luffy was about to get them into possibly another life-threatening fight. However, before that could happen, the doors swung open and you walked out, but you were not alone. A tall, pale man was with you, a wicked grin on his face as his eyes gleamed red.

"Say goodbye to your friends, my bride."

"Bride?!" Nami and Sanji screeched in unison, followed by Sanji fainting.

"(Name) is not your bride!" Luffy argued, clenching his fists. "She should not be forced to marry you! She should be able to marry who she wants to, and that will be me!"

Your heart swelled at his words, and when he had gotten rid of your captor you walked over and kissed his cheek, "You're right, it will be you."

USOPP

"(Name)? (Name)!"

The crew found Usopp spinning in circles and frantically calling your name, as if summoning you through some weird ritual. They all raised their eyebrows, waiting for the sniper to stop and notice them.

"Oh, hey guys! Have you seen (Name)?" He asked them, his eyes wide with panic. "I think I lost her."

"You think YOU WHAT?!" Sanji yelled, eyes blazing.

Usopp laughed nervously, backing away slowly, "I swear she was just right next to me! Hurry up and help me find her!"

That didn't take long, because when they wandered into the forest and found a creepy castle, Luffy pulled them all inside and said you must be hiding in there. More like kidnapped, which is what they found out when they walked in on you sitting at a very very long table, across from a very very pale man with glittering red eyes.

"V-v-v-" Usopp couldn't even get the full word out of his mouth. "What are you doing with my girlfriend!" He took aim at the vampire.

The vampire laughed and dusted himself off, "She's not your girlfriend anymore, sadly. She is mine. And tomorrow, we shall be wed in front of the entire town."

Usopp's blood boiled. People and monsters alike could walk all over him if they wanted to, which they did, but you were a different story. When it came to you, hell hath no fury like an angry, protective Usopp.

A barrage of exploding stars is what led the vampire to his unexpected end, his cockiness getting the better of him.

Usopp glared at his burning body, "Sorry but the only person who can wed this pretty woman is me. And it'll be in front of our crew."

You beamed and threw your arms around the sniper, kissing him passionately, "Agreed."

#one piece #op #zoro x reader #zoro x you #roronoa zoro #ace x reader #ace x you #portgas d ace #sanji x reader #sanji x you #vinsmoke sanji #usopp x reader #usopp x you #usopp #kaku x reader #kaku x you #one piece kaku #luffy x reader #luffy x you #monkey d luffy #law x reader #law x you #trafalgar law

[sergle]

People are failing to realize that clothing, and cameras for that matter, can be fairly deceptive. I don't wanna say deceptive because it carries a certain connotation, but I hope you'll know what I mean. I look fairly "thin/avg" with a shirt on, but without it it's rolls and folds lol

Furthermore, it's wild to assume someone who's pretty passionate about accurate plus-size rep would be stick thin. Maybe their metric of "average" is skewed or something, but it's still weird to just show up in a strangers Asks and assume things about them and their bodies.

sorry for answering an ask about this like 4 days later but I'M STILL THINKING ABOUT THIS... this person is talking about these asks btw.

FIRST OF ALL, thank you so much for the ask, it really is good to know that other ppl are aware of the Covering Of Fat With Clothing. Like. hi. my body is obscured. people are just noticing my torso for the first time bc there isn't 5lbs of breast tissue hanging off of it. SECOND OF ALL. This is still making me insane. I am still thinking about it so I'm gonna completely just do a brick of text to talk about it. Like, there's the first part of this, right? The fact that, all of these people who were sending asks like these, are the same people who came to my account because they liked the body positivity stuff or they related to the proportions of the girls I draw, right? And yet somehow managed to miss that ALL OF MY ART IS ME. So you're relating to MY body, AGREEING that this is plus sized art, then turning towards moi and saying, okay but you're skinny though. HUH? HMM??? I literally made a 12-part series of self portraits that have been like, my most seen, most stolen, reposted, enjoyed, stolen again, pieces. And I've been so crystal clear that these are literally me. Once again, I'm pointing at the aforementioned MATERIAL.

Pictured above: a thin, skinny woman who just happens to have large breasts, ig! And outside of those, which are *literal* self portraits, I've spoken lots of times before about how I make girls of a certain size and shape because I'm modeling them off myself. Or as close as I can get, depending on how good/bad I feel and if I took a photo to ref or not. It really couldn't be clearer that this is obviously me being self-serving, I do it when I feel like I need to see it. So the thing being implied here, or flat out accused in a handful of messages, is that I'm drawing fat girls forrr clout? AWESOME. I didn't want to dignify every message but that did seem to be the rough consensus. BUT I WANT TO TALK ABOUT THAT ONE TOO. WHEN would it become a bad thing for a skinny person to draw body positive art? In a positive light? Even if it was for clout? Am I going insane? That would be Good. It honestly might be even more meaningful than what I'm doing now. If I was actually 115 pounds soaking wet, if I looked like that one girl from ANTM with the like 14 inch waist, and I was out here making the exact same art, would that make the art LESS meaningful to other fat girls? That someone who doesn't have this body type or relate to it at all found it beautiful enough to draw it so many times, treating the subject with respect? Fat people being the subject of art again? The cycling of a trend that's been gone too long? That is, I thought, what we've literally been begging to see. I have been thinking about this. And finally, the last part of it that's been vexing and haunting me:

Is it supposed to be my responsibility that someone gets dysmorphic LOOKING AT ME. HUHHHH. On the art account where I draw a lot of Me. HUH. I was meant to anticipate this? Looking at pictures of me. And that makes you feel dysmorphic. and that is my fault. I'm just double checking. On the account where I draw bodies that I relate to, that you followed because you relate to. And then seeing me. Makes you dysmorphic. Whew. Got it.

I'm putting a bow on my insane winding ramble about this. Or at least trying to, now. It is wild to have my body commented on so much. This year, bc of the breast reduction, comments on my body have increased a hundredfold. Positive, negative, passive aggressive, predatory, all of the ways it can go. There was a really obvious way to rebuff these particular comments, which would be to post a picture of myself where my body ISN'T mostly obscured. But hey, those aren't free. The art will have to do for now. I wouldn't be that surprised if half the messages were jokes meant to see if I'd post pics "proving" that I look how I look. I also thought briefly about like, what if my body did change that drastically? Would some ppl's immediate reaction be betrayal, disgust, anger? I've been sick in my life before and lost weight at alarming speeds. But I've still been fat all my life. I've gotten sick and gained weight at alarming speeds. Does my presence as a "body positive artist" mean that my body gets to be put on trial anytime it changes? Does the switch flip from "your fat art means so much to me" to "you're not in the club anymore, since you got rid of your breasts, you look different"

Anyway I thought it would be funny to draw a thin girl "drawing" a scrap sketch I already have on hand. And imagining someone's response being fully negative, bc a thin person drawing fat ppl would be somehow dishonest lmao. Look how evil this bitch is. Her body doesn't match her art.

#IGNORE ME it does not matter. but I wanted to talk #sergle.txt #I wanted to talk SO BAD. #sergle answers #long post

[randomblack-girl]

Astro notes 🧜🏾‍♀️

I noticed Saturn in the 9th house might show signs of religious issues like maybe religious beliefs were pushed onto them when they were young and this made them dislike religion or feel uncomfortable with it. I have this placement and I hate when people start talking to me about religion. Especially to fix my problems like girl God isn't gonna fix my crippling depression...enough

This could also show signs of going to college late or not wanting to. Maybe being conservative? But I haven't seen that, quite the opposite surprisingly.

Jupiter in the first house come off as nerdy or like they know a lot or very ditzy maybe both.

I've noticed sag risings, degrees, or jupiter rising have eye problems.

Saturn in the 6th house like to go on diets or they just do for some reason. And they stick to it they take their health seriously probably work out often too.

Pisces venus/5th house love anything with romance, fantasy, magic and spiritual stuff like Crystals. Here's some recommendations for yall 😍

Caraval by Stephanie Garber I love this book SO MUCH just read all 3 books and her other series once upon a broken heart eats too

Idc imma put it here...The Selection series and I don't wanna hear no slander 🙅🏾‍♀️

Now you see me- the movie I just watched it and omg why is it so good !?

I think the 5th house talks about music taste along with venus. My sister has a sag venus and listens to music in Spanish she also has Uranus in her 5th house and listens to pop. And I'd say music that isn't mainstream she loves Rina Sawayama and Rosalia.

I have pisces venus in my 5th house and I listen to mostly pop-indie music. I'm a pop and rnb girlie. I don't listen to mainstream music really and I kinda write mainstream artists off sometimes. My favorite artists are probably tyler the creator and willow. I also don't really "stan" anyone I really just listen to whatever is good. I rarely stick to an artist or have a favorite. I listen to one or two songs by one artist usually then move on its rare for me to like most of their music. I noticed something similar with my sister.

I have lilith in the 11th house and tell me why damn near my whole grade hated me 😻🤭. It was mostly guys too and I also experienced cyber bullying.

Lilith in the 6th house might show issues with their health or body. I knew someone who has this placement and they have diabetes. But it could just mean being insecure about their body.

Lilith in the 11th house are the ones sending and getting n*des too like unsolicited pictures or sexual comments. Maybe they do s*x work online or thought of it. Anything negative or sexual that includes the internet. Omg this placement reminds me of Kat from Euphoria!! Damn no wonder I related to her 💀

Chiron in the 9th house might show religious trauma. This is the placement for people who grew up in the black church...iykyk.

Venus in the 2nd house have nice lips like plump and little with a prominent cupids bow. My sister has this placement and she has such cute lips!

Capricorn rising and Saturn aspects to the asc tend to be skinny the type to eat whatever and never gain weight. It could be an insecurity I have Saturn square my asc and I've always been insecure about being skinny. I've also noticed they can be tall or look tall. Basically the tall and lanky type.

8th house neptune/pisces idk but something with drugs. May become addicted to substances, die from them, die in mysterious ways.

I knew someone with their sun in the 12th house and they talked about not knowing themself and being a different person to fit in.

Gemini moons love to read but they might struggle to actually read because of their other interests.

Moon in the 8th house might be like their mom. They might look like their mom or just be similar. Just a theory but maybe it would be like that with other planets like sun in the 8th house might be like the father, venus might be like their partner, mercury like their sibling. But I'm not sure.

Leo, 5th house placements, or sun dominant might love yellow, gold, and stuff with the sun. I'm sun dominant and love gold and sun jewelry I kinda refuse to wear silver unless I have to 🤭.

Moon people might love silver I know a guy who had moon in his first house who loved silver.

Capricorn rising/Saturn rising might have something with their bones. I know a guy who is cancer rising with Saturn in his first house who talked about getting silver grills. He also had pointy knees 😭 and his teeth were sharp, fang like? And he talked about hating them. He was also tall (he was so fine chile 😩) but we must stay focused!

Gemini men will tell you anything chile...I was dating (this was middle school so I don't really claim him but anyway) this guy with a gemini venus. He told me he was into black girls (whole time he's racist) and ended up cheating on me with a white girl 😭. Now again this was middle school so take it with a grain of salt ig.

Idc what planets but having a lot of planets in the 4th house is usually not a good thing 😬. Most people with this I've noticed had a traumatic childhood.

#astro observations #zodiac signs #saturn placements #jupiter in the first house #4th house #astrology #Capricorn #leo #5th house #chiron #Lilith

[joohanisms]

idk if you wrote about this before or not but thoughts on taking junhans virginity 😭😭😭

i haven't!!!!!!! tysm for the ask so i have an excuse to <33

(half written before i went ia)

mmm first of all i think hed actively look for someone inexperienced to date while hw himself was inexperienced

less space for disappointment yknow how could hw disappoint you when you kinda just .. dont know better literally

but then he ended up w you <3 who actually does have some experience and its kinda nervewracking for him, he's not gonna lie

he's been putting it off for so long – sure, it only took a couple of dates for you to make out and your hands to wander. the way he tentatively gripped your ass made you want him kind of desperately.

but it never went past that. a while later, when the topic of making things official came up, his cheeks blushed a deep red while he looked down at his feet.

"ah, before we, you know, start dating for real... i thought you should know." and fuck, you think. there it goes. there's the catch. "i'm not too... experienced. actually, i've never had sex before. i don't want you to be disappointed if we get to it and i'm not any go–" his mouth is sealed shut as you kiss him firmly, hands cradling his face.

"you're stupid. i don't care. nothing of what you just said would ever make me lose interest," he wants to avoid your eyes, hide his face, but the way you're holding his flaming cheeks in place won't let him. "at most, it just makes me happy i'll be your first."

and since then, he's been avoiding – more like procrastinating, to be fair – getting sexual with you. the most you've done so far was dry humping each other on his sofa while his apartment was empty (that is, until one of his roommates opened the front door and he jumped out of his skin).

you don't want to push him, so you wait for him to come to you.

(but if anyone asked you whether you were fingering yourself in the shower thinking about him, you wouldn't be able to deny it.)

the next time he got to escape from his dorm and visit you and your blessedly empty tiny apartment, he has you on his lap, the movie playing on your laptop long forgotten.

you didn't notice anything before – he was the same hyeongjun as always – but now you can see how his hands are shaking and how he keeps taking deep breaths seemingly out of nowhere.

you detach your lips from his, studying his face. this makes him more nervous, the poor thing. did he do something wrong? is he this easy to read?

"hyeongjun, are you okay? you look like you're going to pass out." you try to leave the comfortable seat that is his thighs, but his hands shoot up and grab your waist, holding you down.

"hyeongjun. you're shaking. have you eaten? let me grab you a cup of wa–"

"i'm fine."

"really? what did you have for lunch? did you have enough? or did you have too much?" you can't help but worry for him. he's already a skinny guy, but you can't be too careful knowing how much time he spends online.

"i swear i'm fine! i'm just..." he trails off, looking at everything in your room but you. one of his hands leaves your waist to fiddle with a loose thread on your comforter. once again, you wait for him to come to you – he likes that about you, how you leave him to find ways to express himself instead of dragging it out of him. his tone is soft when he eventually finishes, "i'm just nervous, that's all."

you cup his cheek in an act of comfort, looking at him like he's some kind of baby bunny, small and defenseless. he finds he doesn't mind it too much.

"nervous about what, baby? what's on your mind?"

"i was thinking," he finally lets go of your waist to play with his fingers, "maybe it's about time we, uh, you know, fuck."

jesus christ. your tummy does a backflip at his wording.

"you know i don't mind if we don't, right? i'm fine with how things are now." you slide your hand down his neck and shoulder, and some braincell vaguely makes him think that you're not doing anything to help him go against having sex.

"but i want to," his response is eager and he backtracks, "if you want it too, i mean."

your mind is so clouded with the thought of not only having him, but also to have you be his first, that you don't even respond before you're pressing your lips to his again.

" of course i do."

#posting drafts #xdh smut #xdinary heroes smut #xdh hard hours #xdinary heroes imagine #xdinary heroes fanfic #xdh x reader #xdinary heroes imagines #xdinary heroes x reader #xdh imagines

[atarathegreat]

Fatgum, that's enough slices, we've discussed now make

Late night phone calls, lmao

Taishiro Toyomitsu had always visited the same bakery, at least once he seen the really cute girl that worked there. Day after day he went in just to see you before work, before he had to get bigger for work. He didn't want to feel like you wouldn't look his way, he was a hero and he had better things to worry about. But here he was, visiting without his uniform and waiting as you made his order.

"So, busy day today?" You turned and put the coffee on the table, "You don't usually carry a bag in, so I'm a little curious."

Taishiro didn't want to lie about it, but he also couldn't just tell you the full truth. "Somethin' like that." His mumbling had always drawn you in, mainly because you couldn't hear him, but he didn't mind. "I, uh, kinda have an important job."

Your laughter was part of the reason he kept coming around. "Ah, alright. I won't dig too much." And the way you had to crane your neck just to make eye contact. Taishiro was aware that he was tall, how couldn't he be when he dodged doorframes, but for some reason it felt like an achievement when you looked up at him with that sugary sweet smile. You didn't pry, didn't ask too many questions or for too much detail. Whatever came your way, you simply let it. Taishiro grabbed the bag of cupcakes you handed him, thanked you, and went about his day. With you on his mind.

As was the routine, until he grew brave enough to ask you out on a date. Taishiro was nervous about having you in his home, but he could get used to the view as you cooked. He thought you had nice hips. The way you hummed as you cooked was even cute and had his complete attention. "Do you enjoy cooking?" Taishiro moved to lean on the counter next to you, eyes never leaving an inch of your skin.

"I do. My grandmother taught me to bake, and I picked up cooking regular meals pretty quickly. I guess it helped, since my quirk ended up being food related." Crows feet, you smiled a lot and he just had to notice it. If there was anyone who would smile so much they developed early crows feet, it was you. "Your quirk is food related?" It caught him a bit off guard. Of course, he wasn't sure what he assumed, maybe that you were simply quirkless, but that thought made him feel silly. "My emotions change the taste of the food, along with how well the food energizes and fuels anyone who eats it." The explanation was simple enough, and probably explained why you didn't work on some days. You couldn't risk feeding someone food that wasn't proper to eat.

"And... are you happy right now?" Taishiro needed to know if he made you feel anything good. He really, truly hoped he did. "I'm a little nervous, but otherwise, yeah, I am happy with this." The way you replied was special to him. Vulnerable and still oh-so true to yourself. It made him feel less awkward about the first date being in his home. "I hope I don't make you uncomfortable." Taishiro wanted to reach out and touch your arm to put you at ease, but something told him that wouldn't help.

"No, no you don't. I just don't normally go to people's houses for a first date." He loved that your smile was hidden in his house instead of out in the open at the bakery, "And, if I'm honest, I am a little worried..."

Taishiro felt his stomach drop all the way to his toes. "I hope I didn't do anything wrong to make you feel in danger."

"No, no." Your pretty hand waved him off, "I just... I feel like I don't know you, y'know? Like, either of us could be anyone." It was a reasonable concern; Taishiro knew he wouldn't hurt you but you had no idea who he was to feel as secure in that information. "Can I show you something?" Taishiro took your hand, "Just for a second?" Of course he had to word it like a serial killer. He truly only meant to show you his hero uniform. Maybe that would put you at ease. You'd only ever seen him in his skinny form, so there was the possibility that you didn't believe him regardless.

He led you, to your confusion, to his laundry room where he dug out the jacket and handed it to you. "Why are you showing me this?" You asked, unfolding the article of clothing. It was shocking when you opened the giant hoodie to find the F-G-F on the front. You stretched the material, finding that it stretched, and the logo didn't warp. Regular merch distorted. The real proof was when he pulled out his hero license. "Whoa..." You mumbled, taking the piece of plastic gently, "Why didn't you ever ask for more baked goods?!"

The change in your atmosphere was crazy. You didn't seem to really care that he was a hero, but that he hadn't bought more? Taishiro was confused. "I'm sorry?" He scratched his neck. "You're a pro hero and you went into work like this!" You waved at his smaller form, "What were you thinking? You must've borderline gorged yourself to get into the right shape to use your quirk!"

Yeah, that made more sense to him. You didn't seem to be the type to want money more than anything, so you looking out for his wellbeing was a whole lot more wholesome and truer to your character. And you didn't even give him time to respond before you were out in the kitchen already planning out several different things to put out in the shop. "I'll have to stock up! Do you like chocolate chip or something else? Does coffee also work with your quirk? I can make something else!"

Your rambling was adorable, Taishiro couldn't help but lean against the wall and watch you as you planned and planned. Having someone care about him and his work was endearing. There was never anyone like that for him until now. Part of him enjoyed it a lot, the other half was worried about how fast she was going. Taishiro could practically see the smoke coming from her ears with how hard she was thinking.

"You don't have to worry that much about it." The pro hero chuckled. Yet you still walked and paced as you cooked for the inside date night with the man you just learned a ton about.

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[foliosgirl]

There it is. My first fan ficition. English isn't my mother language, so I keep it simple and maybe there'll be mistakes. I had this in my mind several times and I'm writing from my perspective.

18+ content: explicit language, sex (vaginal, oral), dirty talk, choking, consuming alcohol and cigarettes, cum on tits, cum in mouth, threesome...

(last update: 08:15 CET, there'll be definetly Part 2 coming soon but with another title)

Nothing for beginners

After 3 years of couldn't travel to Glasgow (it was planned with a friend of mine) I decided to go there alone. I only went to London for a few days some years ago but never saw anything else in UK. Just a few days work off would hopefully be enough to flew away from all the stress at work. I only had a small suitcase but it was so full that I almost couldn't close it. Some pants, sexy underwear (cause you'll never know), longsleeves, t-shirts and a short dress.

I'm kinda the girl next door. Nothing exciting. My hair is dark brown, I have green eyes, I'm neither skinny nor thick but I feel okay about how I look. Most men don't even realize me I think. If I'm attracted to someone I won't let him know 'cause I'm shy and fucking introverted most of the time. I gave up to be more outgoing and confident. So that flight about 1,5 hours from home went fine. I reached Glasgow and took out my phone to check-in at my airbnb for the next 3 nights. Although I'm living in a big city I didn't want to spend time for buying a ticket for the bus. I ordered an Uber to get me to my airbnb which was in the city center.

My host was so cool and friendly. She told me where I could go out this evening, where to buy groceries, the must-sees of the city and stuff. I let me sink into the fluffy big bed. It was so comfortable but it was no surprise that I was tired as I didn't sleep well for weeks now. Sometimes only 4 hours at night, sometimes at noon 'cause I was tired again quickly. It must've been this fucking stress at work. I didn't unpack my suitcase. I never did that. Just took out my pyjama and fell asleep within minutes. When I woke up I felt way better. It was about 7 p.m., time to get sth. to eat for dinner.

I changed clothes into black sweat pants and a black t-shirt. Fuck, I forgot to put on my bra. I messed up the suitcase for finding it. There it is: my push-up bra. If there's one thing I was not fine with it was my tits. I'd love to have bigger boobs but fuck it. I just faked it. Most men aren't even worth more than fucking with once or twice - that's it. Sorry, not sorry. I was hurt so many times. I sweared to myself I would not fall in love again the next years. I had to rehab. Whatever. So I went to the supermarket first to get some water and decided to go with the flow - wherever the city would take me. After walking around for one hour I realized the last time I ate sth. was already 24 hours ago and I was starving, so whatever the next stop will be, I'll go there for dinner. There was a small restaurant at the edge of the city center, a little bit hidden. I went inside and sat down as far away from the door as I could and ordered a pizza and a gin tonic. It was in the middle in the week so it was a good place to go there for me. Not too many people, not too loud but that changed when the door opened again. I heard two male voices laughing very loud, then the door closed. I couldn't believe who I saw. I cleaned my throat and stopped chewing. Fuuucckkk.

A blonde man about my age and fucking Nick Folio. Okay, the blonde man was Craig Reynolds but why was the hottest drummer of the world here where I was? Craig looked around to choose a table to sit. His eyes were noticing me but he didn't seem to care. Nick neither did, he just went behind him a little bit to don't miss which table Craig would choose for them to sit. Of course they took a one nearby my table. I saw Nick from the side and Craig's face right in front of me. If he would notice me more I would get more and more nervous. God his tattooed neck looked so fine. I don't know why I was so into that. It just made a 7/10 to a 10/10 in my opinion. Neck tattoos are so hot on men. Nick should cover his whole neck too I was thinking. Craig seemed to notice me more at some point I was looking at them. It was getting so hot, I was really getting nervous. I have to go - now.

But the waiter didn't come. Why should he? I had still half of my drink and didn't finish my pizza. I tried to stop looking at them. I took my phone "Guess who's here?!" I typed a message to a friend. She wasn't online. I know her answer would've come later. I was still so nervous, my cheeks must have been turned to color red. I was looking away again thinking about Nick had the most perfect nose I've ever seen. I don't know how often I thought about having sex with him. Mostly vanilla sex and what it would be like being his girlfriend. Don't fall in love. Be a bitch.

Wow, I still couldn't believe who was sitting near me. I kept an eye on my phone again. "Who?“ I decided to write back later. I got up and asked the waiter for the rest rooms. They we're behind Craig and Nick. Of course. I rolled my eyes. He sat a bit in the way. "Sorry, can I...I have to go..." I was stuttering. Although I had no strong accent (I was told) I knew I'd made any grammatical errors. "Sure" He moved with the chair, so I could completely open the door. My eyes stucked into his for a second than I stared to his tattooed neck again. God he's so sexy.

I disappeared behind the door, noticing my pussy was totally wet when I stripped down my thong. How I wish they would fuck me both. But come on. You're boring for them. I'll never get their attention. Especially Nick seemed not to care about anything. Maybe he had a girlfriend. I was SURE he had one. And why should I be their type? I was just an average girl what couldn't talk clearly anymore when I saw men with neck tattoos. I had a small travel size of fragrance in the pocket of my sweat pants and sprayed it all over my neck, behind my ears and over my shirt. My make up was all natural. I just freshed up my red lipstick. I made a crop top of my t-shirt. It was a little bit oversized but I wanted to get attention of them so bad when going back to my table. Why was I such a bitch inside? My pussy got even more wet by thinking how they would fuck me and I would seduce them both with my mouth and my hands. It will never happen.

Going back to my table again I realized they checked me out. I couldn't see everything but I felt they we're both looking at my body. I felt so good now I got a little attention from them. Confidence pushing to 100%. I finished my pizza and tried to ignore them as good as I could but they were talking about me. Even Nick side-eyed several times. I finished my gin tonic and asked for the bill. "Oh, the boys paid already for you".

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What was the waiter saying? "You mean these two?" and I looked over to Nick and Craig. "Yes".

WTF. Knowing I was definetly owe them sth. I went to their table. I got more and more nervous the nearer I got there. I decided to go to Nick first because he seemed to be harder to crack. "So, you guys paid for me? Why?" "Because I'm rich and I don't know where to spend all my money." Nick joked. "Ah, okay". I turned away and wanted to leave. Nick grabbed my wrist. "Don't go. Sit down." he said with such a soft spoken voice like I could die If he would go on like this. His hand was warm and innocent because his right hand had no tattoos. Only the left one was covered with colorful tattoos and that's sth. I loved about him. He looked so good but sexy at the same time. He gives boyfriend energy but I was sure he could fuck me like I needed it and that would be anything but innocent. "I don't want this to be weird, so just want you to know that I know you both." They seemed surprised. "Really?" "Yeah, I'm a fan of you" and looked Nick deep in the eyes. He was so cool. Way too cool for me. He really seemed not to care about me in a sexual way although I felt they both checked out my body a few minutes ago. "And I saw The Downbeat episodes from you both." "Did you enjoy it?" asked Craig. I got blushed immediately. I hadn't had sex for a long time. I was afraid of getting the wetness from my pussy through my pants, so I checked it. I tried to be cooler than them. "Yes." "Why are you here? Why are you alone?" asked Craig. It felt so weird because they wanted a conversation but I couldn't talk much. They messed up my mind. All I could think about was a dirty threesome. I stuck at their neck tattoos again. This was my kink. Well trained men with neck tattoos. "I'm just here for three days, for travelling." I answered. God, don't be like this. They will think you're arrogant by only answering their questions. Craig noticed I'm nervous, Nick was busy with his phone. "What do you want to drink?" "Oh, please don't pay for me again. I haven't said 'Thank you' for paying yet. Drinks on me this time." I saw the coke in their glasses. "I guess whiskey and coke?" Nick and Craig nodded. I hated this. Everyone drank it before getting 18 in my country. Or vodka with energy Drink mixed. I would puke. "I'd like to get another gin tonic." They were surprised again "A lady who drinks gin tonic" came from Craig. I smiled and got blushed again. If you only knew that I'm not a lady..."Where are you from?" "Why are you so curious? Is this another episode with a Bad Omens fan now?". We all laughed about that. "Are you one of the drooling Noah fans?" I took a huge sip of my gin tonic. "No. I'm a drummer fan because he is the heart of the band." Nick got blushed a little bit for the first time but stayed cool. I could only unlock a little smile. Now the alcohol was doing all good for me. I talked and I wanted it. I felt tipsy at a bare minimum. "I also play drums." Nick locked his phone and his ears seemed to get bigger now. "Really? Oh, that is cool. Since when?" "Only a few months but I sat behind my father's kit several times when I was a teenager." "I'm really surprised by that. That's awesome." I had to laugh. "What?" I couldn't even stop laughing. Nick touched me at my wrist again. I froze. Don't do this, baby.

I thought several times about having vanilla sex with him turning into dirty talk. He is dominant but not an asshole. He grabs my wrists and fucks me harder in my cunt when I ask for it. Sometimes Craig fucks me too. He's more dominant than Nick using me as his personal slut. If I'm too loud he covers my mouth sometimes with his dick, sometimes I have to beg for it. With both I'm fine. I just love dirty sex. I was so needy this time. "I was thinking about men aren't good at multi tasking." "We are" they said very confidently. "Don't get offended. You can show me later at the drum kit. I have still so many things to learn." They both smiled and looked at each other. Don't even think about. I knew this was gonna be frustrating. It was fascinating but still frustrating not to be able to play what I want and not to figure it out by myself. I would fuck up showing my skills but the alcohol let me feel that it didn't matter. I wouldn't even care if they laugh at me at this point.

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They finished their drinks but I still had some sips in my glass. I knew now this wasn't it. We'll leave to hangout or even more. I don't wanted to wait too long. I drank it directly like I was thirsty after doing sports although I never did sports. "Come on. We go now" I decided. I wasn't the shy girl next door anymore. I was feeling more tipsy than before but still fine. My sexual fantasies were even stronger now. Craig called an Uber which was ready to pick us up in 2 minutes. "I love your neck tattoos." My eyes were playing ping pong between his eyes and his neck. "Thank you". "Do you have any tattoos" asked Nick and interrupted my flirt. "Just a small one at my wrist. You touched me there twice today." I bit my lips and thought about these moments. I was so ready for them both. He touched my wrist again and took a look. I put my face nearer to his "Don't do this, baby". The Uber came. Normally I hated guys touching my wrist like that. They often did this at partys when you want to go or when you had a fight with a guy. But it was a sign for dominance and I liked men which are dominant in bed. I needed this so bad and this night there were two for me. Maybe.

I was sure Craig would fuck me tonight but I couldn't read Nick. Maybe he was just flirting a little bit and then telling me he has a girlfriend and he's loyal. Craig was the bad boy. Anyway I would get fucked tonight and I was smiling all the time by knowing this. The ride didn't take long. Craig put his hand on my knees. I sat between him an Nick on the backseat. I leaned my head towards Nick's muscular shoulders. It felt so good. "Don't be tired" he said and shrugged his shoulder let me know I should put my head away from him. "I'm full of energy, just a little bit tipsy." Craig and Nick smiled at each other. "I know what you're thinking!" I almost screamed. WTF was I doing? It was such a mistake to take the 2nd drink. I seemed to have no limits anymore and I was afraid of feeling bad the next day now. "Sorry" I said and layed my head on Craig's muscular chest. Damn he's so well-trained "There we are". He ignored me being confused, bitchy and loud at the same time. He held the hand out for me and left the car "My lady" "Don't call me like that." I bawled him out. "Ok bitch. come out NOW" he baded. I just smiled and looked him in the eyes. We went to his studio. "You wanna know sth. I hate about you?" My eyes went to Nick. "Damn, you're really special. Normally fans don't tell anything they hate on us but say it. I think I can handle it." "You don't listen to Craig. He said you should do drum-livestreams. You said 'Yeah, I think I should do it' I imitated him. "You still didn't do it." Holy fuck I was so bitchy now. I would never say or be like this normally but like I said I seemed to have no more limits. Nick rolled his eyes. Craig went over and whispered in Nick's ear "She's getting too bitchy. Let's fuck this out of her. She demands it." I couldn't hear it clearly at the first moment. My brain worked too slow. Nick just said "Yes".

I first didn't realize that this wasn't his answer about my complaining. Craig turned on the lights. We were now in his podcast studio. The table, the seats, the pink neon lights. It looked so familiar. I went straight to his drum kit. "Can I?" I would disgrace myself now. I played just any simple groove. They looked at each other and laughed. "Get up" said Nick. "It's the wrong time for you now. You're too tipsy." Nick sat down and clapped his right hand on his lap. His innocent hand haha. "I'll show you". I sank onto his lap. "If it get's too heavy you tell me, okay?" I asked. Nick just ignored my question.

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"Give me your hands". I put my hands in his and he put the drum sticks in my hands. He counted and guided me how to play correctly and hold the tempo. "I can do it by myself. This is for babies" I laughed. Craig searched eye contact and looked mad at me. "What?" I asked him. Nick claped twice against my hips to let me know I should get up now. Craig sat down and pulled me onto his lap. "You're a little bit too confident with no reason. Rule number 1 is: no alcohol when you want to play drums." "Did you understand me?" he whispered in my ear. His lips were touching almost my ear. His breath was hot. "Oh please can you show me push & pull-technique?" Nick shaked his head. "This is nothing for beginners" said Craig and took a deep breath from my neck. "You smell good. What's the fragrance called?" "I won't tell you" I teased him. Nick came to the left side of Craig and me still standing this time. I recognized there was sth. getting hard behind my ass. "You do it like this, you see?" Nick showed me the push & pull-technique on the snare. "That's too fast" I stopped his hand. "But you only use it to play fast" I got blushed by feeling so dumb about it. He pinched my cheek. "Aaaw, you're sweet." Craig interrupted us looking deep in the eyes. "You train it like this without a stick first." He took my hand. "Open, close, open, close..." If you can do it like this you train with drumsticks." I could do it a little bit and was proud of it to show them "It's not bad for the first time" Nick noticed. Nick was the good boy, Craig was the bad boy, just so negative. If he was my drum teacher I'd quit playing drums immediately after the first lesson.

Craig layed his arms around my hips to hold me tight. "I'll show you another push & pull-technique If you want" he whispered in my ear. Nick heard it. His eyes went big and he said he'd go upstairs now. "Hey. Why?" "I don't want to disturb you both." "Nooo, come here baby" I said and stood up to kiss him. I looked at Craig who seemed to be a little bit pissed off. "What? Aren't you like brothers? You should share me then. I want you to fuck me both." Craig's eyes went bigger. "I knew you were like that. We love bad girls, don't we, Nick?"

"Yes, we both love bad girls like you are" he said and kissed me. Craig took my right hand, Nick my left one to guide me into the big bed. "How many girls did you fuck here?" "None" said Nick. "And what about you, you bad, bad boy?" I said and licked my lips. "Maybe 20." "I'll start with Nick because he's more gentle then you. I like to start with vanilla sex first." Craig laughed at me for that. Nick just smiled a little bit. "Sorry, Craig" I whispered in his ear. "You'll pay for letting me wait. You bad bitch!" Like I always thought about having sex with Nick was like having sex with your new boyfriend for the first time. You're in love and you start slowly. He took my head in his hands and kissed me gently. I used my tongue to say him I want more and licked over his upper lip. His tongue came out too. "Craig is right. You smell very good". He took a deep breath and let himself sink into the fluffy bed shields. Craig sat next to him and watched us. I think Nick and I kept french kissing for about 5 minutes. My stomach got cold. I took a look and Craig was raising my shirt. "I fucking love you, you bad bitch. You're made to get fucked by us.""Shut up. You're destroying our romance". Nick opened his eyes to get a look too. "I love that you don't really have tattoos and small tits. It makes you look more innocent than you are." I smiled. I never heard beautiful things like this from any men. "I love your innocent hand" I said. "What's that?" he asked. "Your right one. No tattoos. Your left side is the dirty bad boy in you" I answered. We just kissed again. I pulled his shirt off and pushed him down so I was over him. I felt his dick was already hard and put my hands there to feel it. "Little Nick is getting horny to fuck his bad girl tonight". Craig yelled "Bitch". I couldn't stand it anymore. "You have to wait a little bit because you've been a bad boy," I played with him, licking over his tatooed neck. "I knew you were so dirty but now it's still time for some romantic vanilla sex. After that you can both do what you want with me. Everything!" I let them know and looked them deep in the eyes. Craig took my bra off with one hand. Nick was so gently, He rubbed my wet cunt through my pants. I took them off and they could both see my sexy thong. "Why this sexy underwear?" Nick asked. I didn't answer. I guided his left hand down and he knew what to do. He let his index finger sink into my already dripping shaved pussy. "Oh, you're tight." "Yes, I am tight" I said and looked over to Craig. I took a look at Craig's hands. "You're both hands are dirty. You can choose which one you take to feel my dirty wet pussy". He took two fingers and tried to put them slowly inside. "Ouch." "Yeah, you're too tight for two fingers at the same time. You're a good girl it seems, who doesn't fuck with everyone." He used his thumb and let it sink into my cunt slowly.

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"Fuck, this feels so good." I moaned. I took his hand away to let him know he still had to wait. He threw some condoms at me and Nick. We both laughed. Craig couldn't wait anymore. I saw it in his eyes. He took his pants off and showed me his big dick. "Look what you did to me. You know how it hurts?". "You know how it hurts to have a broken heart?" I laughed at him. "Go, fuck him now. If you're go on to let me wait unnecessaryly longer you can't walk anymore after I'm finished with you. Or we both are finished with you. You'll regret it, you hoe!" I liked Craig's dominance but now my concentration was fully on Nick. I took off his pants to release his hard dick finally. "Fuck me gently, baby". He did what I was asking for. He kissed me all the time and held my wrists with both hands over my head. "Is that what you like, babe?". "You won't get any answer on stupid questions". "You could never be my girlfriend. You're so rude!"

"I don't want to. I just want to be your bitch for tonight." I lied. I didn't think that often about Nick fucking me really hard. I had often fantasies that I was his girlfriend. But then there was also Craig, the more tattooed bad boy who liked hard sex and let me know he would decide what I had to like and what not to. And I needed this so bad. And remember like I said before. I didn't want to fall in love for a few years. Just fuck around with some guys and enjoying it.

"Now it's time for you both to take me" I said. Craig stood in front of the bed. "On your knees you slut". I was a slut, he was so right. Before he could say anything else I opened my mouth. "You're such a good slutty girl for me. If you're doing good I'll put my cum over you" "Where?" "Don't ask. You'll see." He decided everything. He put both hands on my head to cover his big hard dick with my mouth. "I know you like that" I tried to look at Nick who was left alone. I stopped sucking Craig's dick. "Did I tell you to stop?". Craig pulled my hair. "But don't forget about Nick. He has also the right to fuck me. Nick smiled by hearing that. Nick was under me now wanted me to ride him while I was mouthfucked hard by Craig. It was so good. I was moaning all the time. "Yeah this is what you slut earn. One dick deep in your cheap mouth and one in your wet cunt. God I love bad bitches to turn to good girls and do what I want." I was confused now. I was a bad bitch and a good girl at the same time? "Let's change positions." ment Nick after he saw I had problems with breathing through sucking Craig's dick. His boyfriend energy came through. He was taking care of me. Craig realized now he has been a little bit to rough but didn't say anything. Craig was now laying in bed and baded me to sit on his dick the other way around. "I wanna see your ass". It was now Nick's turn to get seduced by my mouth. He touched my head gently and didn't talk. He enjoyed how soft I did it. "Which cock do you like more?" Craig asked. I didn't answer. He pulled my hair again but more softly. "Say it". "I need them both". I moaned. Nick and Craig smiled at each other letting me know they enjoyed fucking me soft and hard. I had no choice. "She's a real good hoe" Nick said. First time sth. dirty came out of his mouth. I never expected that.

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"On your knees again". This command came from Craig. Of course. "Again?" I asked. "Ssshhh, don't talk too much. I wanted to show you another push & pull-technique, remember?"

I did what he wanted me to do and got on my knees again. He pulled me near him from behind that I could feel his hard dick again on my ass. He put it gently in my dripping cunt. "God, you feel so good because you've got a fucking tight pussy." "So I deserve you both?" I asked. It must've been an naive question. Although I didn't see Craig's eyes I knew he rolled them. His breath was very aggressive now. Nick was now infront of me to protect me a little bit because he knew Craig would destroy me. "You earn everything you got and will get from us, baby". He pushed me back onto Craig's cock, then Craig pulled my hair. "You're better at this push & pull-technique, haha" I smiled abashed into Nick's face. He whispered in my ear "He's very rough. Are you still ok, babe?" I wasn't but I didn't show any bad. "Let me lick it now." "Beg for it" Craig said. Nick didn't want to be so hard to me and let me decide completely at what tempo I sucked his cock. I also used my hand to stimulate him. He closed his eyes almost all the time and looked me deep in the eyes for a few seconds and then closed them again. He even kissed my forehead sometimes. I took my right hand to pet his muscular neck on the left side. His left side was the tattooed one. "You're so sexy and sweet, do you know that?" I asked him. He just smiled "You've been a bad bitch turning into a good girl tonight. I'm proud of you". "I'm proud of you too" Craig said. "It's not simple to handle us both, especially me." I nodded and looked over my shoulder. Now Craig was way more gentle than I thought he could ever be. He kissed me with his tongue, licked over my lips. I moaned again. He went down on my neck, licking it all over. I looked Nick in the eyes now. "I want you to come over me. Nick in my mouth, Craig, your cum all over my tits, okay?" He and Nick pushed me into the fluffy bed shields again. "Lean back and relax. You'll get what you deserve now, babe". First time Craig called me babe. Wasn't it? He came over my tits while Nick was still fucking my mouth harder. They switched positions in being dominant. He moaned and told me to eat his cum. I did it. I went straight to the bathroom to wash my face after they destroyed me.

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My make up was so messed up. Red lipstick everywhere around my mouth. My mascara made me panda eyes. C: "You look so good being used by us you little slut" Craig stood inside the bathroom. Nick followed him. "What now? That's it?" I asked.

N: "Just a short break" as he looked at me and then over to Craig. We all didn't say anything. We knew what this would mean. Nick gave me a t-shirt of him. "You're really sweet. And you'll look hot with my shirt on." Craig confirmed. I dried my face with a towel and as I finished they were already gone. We lay in bed. My legs were on Craig's legs, my head was resting on Nick's chest. "This was even better than I expected" I said. N: "What did you expect?" "I had these dirty thoughts in my head very often. I don't know. You're both these different type of men I'm attracted to. I knew I wanted you both from the moment I saw you." -C "I noticed you were eye-fucking us both at the restaurant." "Correct. I'm not interested in any serious relationship." Craig unpacked a cigarette and put it in my mouth "I quit smoking last year" I smiled. "That's good. You're a good bad girl" Craig told me and took the cigarette out of my mouth to take it for himself. Nick rolled a joint and went outside for smoking. He was so respectful. He called me to come outside. I went to him. "What's up?" "Are you really okay? I noticed it was too much at some point because he was too rough." "This wasn't my first time having hard sex like this. Nothing can surprise me, believe me." I lied again. In reality I could cry because he took care of me. He seemed sensitive because he noticed those things. I went back to Craig again. I threw kisses over his neck. He was still smoking the cigarette but also enjoying that I was so addicted with his neck tattoos. Nick came back to bed and demanded also kissing his neck. "You know what I really love? I lay down here, you fuck me both and put your hand on my neck like choking me softly." Craig and Nick couldn't believe what I just told them. "This is so sexy. You are sexy. You drive us crazy." I was satisfied. They rotated by fucking me hard and soft. If Nick was fucking me soft he just kept his dirty hand on my neck, after that Craig fucked me hard and choked me softly, then Nick fucked my hard again to chock me more. They even kissed me gently on my forehead and my mouth from time to time. They enjoyed licking my small and pink nipples. "I want you to fuck me with your fingers now." They didn't hesitate. Not even for a second. I got one finger from Nick and one from Craig now at the same time in my cunt. I was getting so wet again. I was moaning all the time. "Enjoy my tight wet pussy" I said and bit my lips. "I can't see you like this. I want you to come. Go on with being the good whore like you was before the break" Craig said. "Whore?" Craig putted his finger from my cunt in my mouth. C: "God, you're such a good whore. Doesn't your cunt taste like this? Lick it all off my finger."

Yes, I was a whore. I liked to provoke because they got so easily offended, especially Craig. "So I'm getting money for this?" I asked him. C: "That's enough. Enough with those stupid questions. He put his big dick directly in my mouth. I told you that's what you earn. A dick in your mouth and one in your tight wer cunt." "Fuck her!" he said to Nick. "Calm down a bit" Nick took care of me again. "Awww, am I too mad for you, you hoe?" I was still mouth fucked by him deep into my throat. I could hardly hold back my tears. That's why I wasn't ready for a serious relationship. This tension was nice but I needed also some love. Most men couldn't handle me fucking hard and be gentle. I was traumatized by men telling me lies, fucking me and then ghosting me. Not knowing the difference of a whore in bed could also be a good girlfriend. Craig said "Sorry. You just mess up my mind. I love the way you are." My heart was beating so fast. N: "I love it too". Nick changed the tempo from fast to slow to fuck me. I scratched his back with my short nails. He moaned and enjoyed it but at some point he put my wrists together and held me. "Look at our perfect girl" Nick told Craig. He looked me deep in the eyes then went on fucking my mouth. C: "She' so good. You got the nicest holes I've ever put my dick inside. Touch yourself. I want you to come with us together. I'll jerk everything in your mouth and Nick will fill up your perfect pussy at the same time, ok?" I nodded. I enjoyed to be filled up and get used by the two hottest men I could ever imagine. Our orgasm was nearly at the same time. I was screaming, my legs were trembling. "You're treating me so well" I said. N: "Because you deserve it babe". "You both deserve it too". I was satisfied and definetly destroyed. "I have to go now." C: "Oh, come on" Craig said. "What? I want to go to bed soon, brush my teeth and stuff." Nick threw his t-shirt at me. It was a black one with a Harley Davidson print. I caught it and it smelled so good. I closed my eyes for like 2-3 seconds and noticed his fragrance on his t-shirt. N: "Stay here. Wear this and we'll take care of you all night, won't we?" Craig confirmed.

"This shirt looks so sexy on you. I could watch it all day. And of course I have a new toothbrush for you." "Of course you have 'cause hoes come and go here, hm?"

"I don't understand why you are complaining. You wanted to get fucked. We fucked you good and hard like you needed it. What else do you want? Women..." he rolled his eyes and loooked to Nick who shrugged his shoulders. I was just bitchy. I didn't like to be one of so many girls. C: "You've been the best slutty girl I ever fucked. I never felt a cunt and a good mouth like yours on my dick." That was pushing my ego but still I didn't like that he'll go on fucking other girls here and Nick shouldn't do either. "Was this your first threesome?" I asked "Fucking a girl together with Nick? Yes, but I had several." Nick didn't answer. I liked how shy he was sometimes and don't matter what: Craig was the experienced one in everything because he was about 10 years older than him. I went to the bath room to brush my teeth. Nick's shirt was slightly over my ass but they could see my black thong.I came back to bed. Craig was smoking again. I opened the door to the balcony. "I can't sleep when there's too much smoke inside." "You want to sleep now?" Nick asked "It's 11 p.m." "Damn, so you fucked me more than 2 hours? You are animals, really." It was good we were all not living near each other and this was a one night stand. I could never leave them and concentrate on my Life again and I would be jealous and pissed off if they'd ever fuck another girl together. That was unhealthy and I knew it. I haven't had the right to complain 'cause we had no relationship and I didn't even want to but I was lying to myself. I gotta search some guys to repeat it at home. I layed down between Nick and Craig. It was satisfying. Craig raised my shirt again. "Damn, you're sexy". "Was this the reason you chose me?" "What do you mean?" Nick asked. "I mean, normally I would care to wear other clothes than today. More sexy." "You're slightly oversized t-shirt is more sexy than a short skirt or sth." "Is it?" I was waiting for Craig's answer. "You're sexy laying between us in this shirt raised up with your black thong. I know I've been to rough but that's what you did to me." "You've got to control yourself. I'm not a porn actor." C: "I know, I'm really sorry." Nick pulled down my shirt again. It was so sweet how he was taking care of me. He noticed every detail. "I'm sorry for being that bitchy and loud today. It was just a game to make you more horny. I love to provoke in bed." "That's fine you bad girl" Craig smiled. Nick pet me with his right hand by turning his body to me. He was so gentle and it felt so good. "Rest your hand on my neck babe" I told him. Craig put his hand near my thighs. I was trembling. He started to pet me slowly by moving nearer to my cunt. "Is this hole every gonna get dry?" "Not if you go on and do this to me" I sighed. Craig stopped. He rested his hand on my thigh. They both kissed me good night on my mouth. First Nick than Craig. I used my tongue to kiss them too. "Good night" It felt so good after this dirty talk and dirty sex to lay between the most beautiful and the most sexy guy and to cuddle. As their were sleeping I grabbed my phone to answer my friend "Fucking Craig Reynolds and Nick Folio fucked me hard tonight and now I lay between them, cuddling and they're sleeping. You have no idea."

"No way"

"Yes and it was even better than I thought it could ever be. My pussy is wet all the time. But it's good we are in different countries. I would go to them to repeat it any time and totally fall in love with Nick. He's so sweet."

I switched my phone off.

I woke up the next day and went to the bathroom. I still looked destroyed but also satisfied. I showered and wasn't surprised about Craig having shower gel for women. I took the one for men though. They still slept. I have to go. "Good morning" Nick said and saw me just with a towel around my breast and half of my ass because it was too short. I winced. His shirt he gave me layed on the bathroom floor. "Hey". I was totally sober. I wanted to keep it cool and leave soon. No more conversations. "I don't know your Name and where you're from." "You don't have to. I don't live here and also not in the US. It's better to keep this like what it was. A fucking one night stand and a nice threesome." I smiled. He seemed a little bit disappointed. "It's strange not even to know your name. I mean I fucked you hard, I fucked you gently. I took care of you. I never fucked a girl without knowing her name." "But that's how this game goes baby" "What game?" asked Craig and yawned. "What happened last night. You don't need to know my name and where I'm from." "You're so rude. Such bad behaviour." Craig shaked his head and laughed. I took Nick's shirt, they both didn't notice took a deep breath to inhale his smell. I hided it, so I would take it with me when I leave. I put my clothes on. "I really have to leave now. Thank you both. You're the men of my dreams and I can't get over what happened last night." I kissed them both with my tongue and looked them deep in the eyes. I looked at Craig's neck tattoos and felt my pussy was getting wet again. Fuck.

This would never end. "You can stay here for breakfast if you want to." Nick said. "Don't make it that hard for me." He held my left wrist. "Come on." -"No. I'll never forget you but it's time to go now. Really. Don't say anything anymore." I grabbed his t-shirt and went outside. I closed the door and they both looked outside the window to wave. I blew them air kisses and went to my Airbnb. I turned on my phone "I even have Nick's t-shirt now. I'm now on my way back to my airbnb. Fuck, I'll never forget them. This was too perfect." I wrote to my friend.

The end

~~~~~~~~~~~~~to be continued~~~~~~~~~~~

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[j-nope-not-today]

What about Donnie with a chubby s/o who is doubting themselves about their looks. To make it worse, they have noticed how much time Donnie has been spending with a female police office he has been helping out at the precinct and starts to think he doesn’t love her anymore? Sorry if it’s to much, love your writing by the way 💜💜

It's a date

A/n: Thanks so much for requesting! I hope you like it! I'm so glad you love my writing!

I couldn't have been more excited. Donnie had been so busy lately and I had felt like maybe he didn't really need me around anymore. But once he asked me out to a date I knew I was just being silly. Maybe I was letting my jealousy cloud my judgement. He had been spending a lot of time with a certain female officer, but he had a job to do and I know he doesn't have all the time in the world, but I'm glad he's still making time for me now.

I had wore my best outfit and glanced over my figure in the mirror. I knew that Donnie would think I looked beautiful. He told me anytime he saw me..but I don't feel very beautiful. There was always a cascade of thoughts in my mind whenever I took notice of my body. I know I'm not skinny and a big part of me wishes I was. Maybe I would feel prettier if I was skinner.

A ring from my phone broke through my thoughts and I turned to my bed. Picking it up from the covers and absentmindedly answering the call.

"Y/n.."

"Oh hey Donnie! I'm almost ready and I'll be over soon."

"About that..I kinda have to cancel. Something came up at the precinct and well I have to help."

"Oh... that's okay."

"Okay! Awesome. We can always reschedule."

"Yeah of course! I was thinking maybe we cou-"

A click cut off my sentence and I let out a huff. He had hung up on me. How could he? I mean I knew he was busy, but did he really have to go and hang up on me like that?

I wasn't gonna just not see him. He had to come back to the lair sometime. So I was gonna be there when he got back. I grabbed the last of my things and left my small apartment.

The walk was quick. My anger enough of a distraction to get me there quicker than I ever had before. Entering the lair I was greeted by Leo.

"Hey y/n! Donnie said you couldn't make it?"

"What? He canceled?" I stopped to stare at Leo and he looked to the lab.

"He's here."

"Seriously?" I walked to the lab and opened the door and took in the sight of Donnie working on a project with the same officer he's been seeing for the past week.

"Really? Got called into the precinct huh?" Donnie jumped at the sound of my voice and sat down the screwdriver in his hand.

"It's not what it looks like."

"It looks like you ditched me to hang out with her."

"okay.. it's sorta what it looks like.." I don't have time for this. I went to leave, but paused at the sound of the officer's voice.

"Let him explain.."

I turned around and glared at her and she shrunk in on herself.

"I know I ditched you..I'm sorry, but I needed a girl's help for this and she offered..here." Donnie motioned me over to him and I slowly walked over to where he was stood.

"It was supposed to be a surprise so it's not finished yet." I stood next to Donnie and he motioned to the table and I looked down at it.

Letting out a gasp at the sight before me. There on the table was an incomplete, but still beautiful, stained glass window of me and Donnie..

"Donnie this is beautiful.." A small well of tears began to gather in my eyes.

"You deserve the best.. I'm sorry I've been a jerk..I just didn't want to spoil it for you.."

"No! It's okay..I love it..I love you." I hugged him and he hugged me back. Pressing a soft kiss onto my head.

"You look beautiful by the way."

"Thanks." I laughed before I pulled away and turned to look at her.

"I'm sorry I'm gonna go." She smiled before she slowly left the room and I turned back to look up at Donnie.

"Sorry you have to find someone new to help you."

"Yeah.. she's already here." He handed me a small hammer and a big smile grew on my face.

"You want me to help?!"

"I should have asked you in the first place dove."

I let out a laugh before waiting for directions on what to do.

"Just break the glass like this." I watched his direction and the smile on my face grew impossibly wider.

This was going to be so much fun. I'm sorta glad I barged on in here. I looked back at Donnie and he paused and turned to me.

"I love you y/n..thanks for coming here anyways."

"I love you too Donnie..I'm glad I came too."

"Y'know this is sorta like a date.." I broke some of the glass with the hammer.

"It is a date dove." My cheeks grew hot and I shook my head at his words. How could even the smallest of things he did fluster me so much?

"Yeah, Yeah. Show me what to do next!"

He smiled at me before showing me the next step. Stepping behind me and wrapping his arms around me.

"What are you doing?" I laughed and I felt the soft vibration of his chest as he let out a small chuckle.

"Holding you..just keep working." He layed his head onto my shoulder and I smiled to myself. If he keeps this up I don't think were gonna get anything done..

"You are beautiful by the way.."

"You already said that.."

"You should hear it again and again until you believe it.." His words meant a lot to me and I leaned into his touch.

"You had that look in your eyes and I don't want you to feel less than you are...your perfect to me and I wouldn't change anything about you."

"I love you Donnie.."

"I guarantee you that I love you more."

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[stedesparasol]

Please tell us everything about your evening at Rhys' show!!!

Oh strap in, anon.

So, my friend and I planned to meet with some people from a Cryptid Factor discord she’s in, at a pub before the show.  We walk into the pub and the second we step through the door, Rhys is right fucking there, sitting at the table by the doors.  We walk within inches of him, I'm internally screaming the whole time, and once we've gotten far enough past him I go up to my friend and start whisper-shouting "what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck" and she has no idea why I’m doing that bc it turns out she didn't notice she had been within 5cm of Rhys Fucking Darby, so I have to inform her and now it's her turn for internal screaming.  (This was old news to the CF people who were already here who had somehow maintained their composure for God knows how long.)  We then proceed to sit within the same room as him for like 40 minutes, all somehow managing to hold it together bc none of us wanted to be rude and disturb him.  (He was with Rosie and two guys, apparently one of whom was Ed Byrne???  Cannot confirm this bc I was desperately trying not to stare but I had noticed one of them had long hair so it does check out.)  Also I found out later someone at the table took a sneaky pic of him from afar which features my shoulder so... can't believe I have a pic with Rhys wow xoxo (I will post it if I ever get a hold of it!)

Anyway the show was about 6 comedians I think, with Rhys at the end.  He was stood at the side for some of it watching the others perform, it was dark and he was across the room from me so he was mostly a silhouette, but his hair is fucking luminous so I could still make him out.  The other comics were all good fun, a lot of the crowd were clearly here for Rhys but still had lots of enthusiasm for the other acts which I had been worried about, so that was good, but also leads me into the next anecdote...  At one point the MC (who was great) was talking to members of the crowd and unfortunately the subject of the Gay Pirate Show came up (cue me sinking into my seat out of embarrassment) and she had never heard of it but made a few jokes about the concept of gay pirates which were very funny and then said she'd have to watch it.  At no point did she realise that Rhys was in it and I have no idea if he ever told her but the thought of him listening to all of this backstage made me want to die personally.

Rhys' set was great fun, I think it was all stuff he'd done before but I wasn't expecting new material so that was fine, it was kind of like going to a concert and hearing your favourite songs live.  The robot impression is my Mr Brightside.  So he did the pickpocket bit, a bunch of sound effects, and the Westworld audition bit.  Don't really need to elaborate on the set since most of it exists out there already in some form but I cannot tell you how funny it was to go from the EXTREMELY sexually explicit jokes from the comedian on directly before him, to Mr Darby Makes His Creaky Door Sound.  (Although the pickpocketing bit does contain innuendo about getting fingered by some guy, which did not go unappreciated.)

Now, to be shallow for a bit: I have already made reference to this in another post but... legs.  He was wearing the hell out of those skinny jeans let me tell you.  Also witnessing the hair in person was an experience, the way it just settles into different shapes... it really is like putty.  He just looked fucking great.  Had to put that in here somewhere.

Anyway, after the show my friend and I and a couple of other people happened to be standing at the same side of the room as the backstage door, which was unintentional (at least from me, idk maybe some of them knew what they were doing lmao) but at some point while we were chatting Rhys came out with Rosie, some people stopped him before us and one or two got a hug, he saw us looking and said "hi guys!" so we all told him great show and all that, and one person asked him to sign something.  He clearly just wanted to get out of there tbh lol (apparently they were going for dinner and I was personally starving so I get it buddy, long night) but he complimented their art and signed it, and then they were on their way.  So a very brief interaction but it was still a delight just to watch his show and say hi tbh, and a really fun night overall.

Including this photo one more time for posterity.  That's the money shot.

#ask #anonymous

[sevicia]

They weren't lying when they said don't trust ur thoughts beyond 10PM!!

I hate being awake at 4AM cause I will absolutely start thinking about my childhood and of how cruel the other kids were to me. It was always me having my chair pulled from under me so I'd fall onto the ground when I tried to sit. Always me having to hide in the bathroom so I wouldn't have to deal with everyone. Always me eating alone, and when I wasn't alone it was because someone had decided to mock me by pretending to be my friend. The one who got picked last in gym class or got confessed to as a joke. I got called fat so many times even though I was a pretty skinny / "average" kid purely because my clothes were baggy / I always had so many layers on. I also remember being called a monkey for having so much body hair. I hate how I still believe I'm ugly, because that's what I was told ever since I can remember.

One thing I remember clearly was a time when I was having really vivid "hallucinations" of cracks and mold on the walls and a girl noticed I was worried, so she asked me why and I told her what I was seeing. She told everyone about how I was crazy and deserved to be put in an asylum.

Another thing, when I was around 8 or 9, a boy sat in front of me turned around and told me "You know, you're already old enough to be put away into a nuthouse. It's only a matter of time." Even then I knew the age thing wasn't true but it still hurt.

It kinda got better when "weird" became "cool". People left me alone and I was happy with that until my current friends decided "I want that one" and I love them for it. They never approached me before because 1) I was pretty unapproachable and 2) they were also not having the best time. You know how there's always certain friend groups in a class? All four of my friends were sort of "rejects" from their respective friend groups. I was a reject in general.

I love my friends to death I am beyond grateful to them and for them. Once we were talking about elementary / middle school & one of them said "Everyone was so mean to you, it was horrible." and it kind of shocked me in that moment. Was it horrible? I never thought of it that way. I thought it was normal for someone like me to be treated like that. This was around October of last year. That's how long it took me to realize maybe I didn't deserve it.

It feels awful now. I feel like I should've gotten over it by now. Why am I still hung up on shit that happened nearly a decade ago? Why is it so important to me? It's so pathetic. I hate feeling like this I hate feeling at all. It sounds edgy but it's true, I don't see the necessity in me having feelings. I should only be able to feel enough to be kind to others and make their lives easier. When I do express my feelings nothing comes of it and nothing changes and no one cares so I don't really think it matters. I like being online because I can say stupid stuff like this without anyone forcefully feeling the obligation to pity me or comfort me.

[auosa]

PLEASER

You know how someone may ask you a question but it kinda puts you on the spot so you’re not able to

find the exact words to explain your opinion or thought so you either just say “I’m not sure” or “I don’t know” That would be me. I worry that one day someone may ask me “what's important to you and what exactly do you live for”. It's a simple question, yes but it's quite embarrassing to answer and explain. Love, it's a topic many people discuss. It's like a wonderland you’ll enjoy having at any time of your lifespan, but why do I find it so important....maybe it's the fact I lacked it so much as a kid.

“Mami fix your posture, your belly is showing” now why would someone say that to a kid, tho children wouldn't put much thought into it, it shouldn't be said especially if you're their most trusted guardian. I know.. ‘d like to say I felt loved as I grew up but the fact it was so easy to notice the difference between the compliments my older sister and I were given would say otherwise. Due to the fact she was slimmer, prettier, etc everyone would compliment her. “Oh my god! Your daughter is so pretty! Looks exactly like you!” “that dress looks so good on her!” “aww she's so respectful! I'd love to have a daughter like her!”....now that I think about it.

What compliment did I get?? I've thought so much about being like my sister. I've completely forgotten what they told me. Did I need to be more like her to be noticed? Should I strive to be better? No no. I'm sure my mother and everyone else loved me equally, I was never disrespectful and that's what matters right?

“She didn't love you nor want you. She had in mind to abort you.” Once I heard those words come from the parents that I trusted were what made me reconsider my mothers’ love. As time went by and as I started doubting myself I ended up losing weight which made me realize the fact my mom finally started giving me more attention, as the era occurred deep down I knew she had no ill intentions but the fact I may have meant nothing to her made me push reality aside. I made myself believe she didn't actually care and only made it seem like she did to not give others a bad impression of herself. The fact I didn't know the difference between good or

bad didn't help either and by that I mean I have learned to force myself to either see the good in all things or see the bad in the options people give me, there's no in-between. it's one or the other which makes it difficult to not turn a blind eye to reality or fact. I think in a way that makes me either feel safe at the moment or in a whole different way that will make it feel like crawling bugs of anxious thoughts scatter through my body.

If I'm not able to simply satisfy my mother’s satisfaction about myself, what makes me have the nerve to think I'll be able to satisfy the entire world? If my mother is satisfied with how my sister looks, sounds, and acts to the point she has no shame in loving her as a mother should, does that mean I should be more like her? Maybe I have to dress like her, maybe even speak like her?

Believe it or not but I was a loud kid growing up. Now don't get me wrong I was never disrespectful but I was like any other kid growing up, excited for the littlest things. Always spoke my mind when something was off or wrong but in a way, it wouldn't disrespect the audience I was talking to.

There's this saying I was constantly told as a kid that in a way it changed me and my way of thinking

“Calladita te vez más Bonita '' which translates to “The quieter you are, the prettier you are '' As hard as I tried to be a duplicate of her there was always ALWAYS something stopping me. I wasn't skinny enough, my personality doesn't match hers. I know my mom to this day tells me “if you feel comfortable with what you're wearing and if you feel pretty others will think the same '' so why? Why did I feel so disgusted with myself each time I tried imitating her? I tried so hard to act confident, to force myself to think I was pretty enough just so others could think the same but It's what the people will like right? I've focussed my entire existence on pleasing others and their expectation of me as a human being. It doesn't matter how I feel as long as I am not thought about negatively.

As I’m writing this the saying people always say may be true “like mother, like daughter” I've mentioned that my mother only cared for me to not give others a bad impression of herself but who am I to judge? I'm doing the same thing. I may not care for a lot of things because they have little interest to me, but ill make it seem like I do because I will not allow myself to express my opinion because again people will judge me for it. I am fully aware everyone has their own opinions and they WILL judge you if yours isn't the same as theirs.

It’s kinda funny, this all started from the fact I grew without a mother’s love that it evolved as something greater as time went by. I’ve accepted the fact that I will not be able to experience real love from a guardian that I turned to love and admiration from strangers I barely know. Maybe I turned the wrong corner, I chose this. I've accepted it, I realized, there's no pleasing anyone. As hard as I try to please someone, another person will most likely dislike me. I know this, I’m aware of this. Yet I’ve lived so long to please everyone that I’m afraid to change my way of thinking.

Maybe I can do the impossible? Maybe there's a slim chance I can please everyone? Maybe, Maybe, Maybe...

As I grew older I’ve been living with the same mindset. P.L.E.A.S.E E.V.E.R.Y.O.N.E. I've started changing my personality depending on who I hang out with. I may come out as quiet but that's because I don't want to give any bad first impressions

Even now I live to please others. I may not be able to notice the difference in things but I know that I'm improving on who I am. I still doubt myself, I still doubt their love towards me without a reason to. I doubt the love my friends have towards me and who I am... I doubt my mother’s love for me. So many events have happened to me in the past I can't tell what's what anymore. I no longer try to imitate my sister but I focus to be what others will like and adore. I know as I type this I may contradict myself many times...

I may live to be a pleaser but as long as it's not hurting me physically I’m okay with that.

(I wrote last year for a school project but decided to post it since it was the only time I was true to myself)

#original post #vent blog #personal vent #original content #original writing

[yulin-pop]

hello! I'm here for the matchup event and congratulations on 100+ followers!! 🎉❤️

personality: I'm a little awkward with people im not so close with but I'd try to make some sort of conversation unless it's a mutual/comfortable silence yk? im more outgoing around friends and can be clingy also lol, I'm more onto the physical touch side with people im closer with, it's not those super big affection gestures but subtle ones if that makes sense? like I'd hold onto their sleeves, being in contact with them in some ways even if it's just shoulder touch. I laugh and smile a lot, I'm not very mindful of my words also sometimes I just blurt out things. I can be dramatic and if it helps my friend once said I was like a clingy dog to my other friend 😭

• I'm easily unmotivated but gets interested in things easily also. I'm lazy and I tend to put the bare minimum onto school work and stuff with a few exceptions maybe. I'm not very emotional and it's a little hard for me to maintain relationships with people I don't see almost everyday at school lol unless we have mutual friends. I get scared easily by horror movies and jumpscares. I cry/tear up/get emotional a lot watching sad shows and reading sad stuff lol. I'm kinda bad at comforting people, my advices are normally just straightforward and like no sugar-coating and stuff. I'm a realist. I want to make more friends but scared to approach people first. I don't know how to react to insults I'd just say okay and go on or judge them for saying that. I say thanks or I know for compliments it just comes out of my mouth naturally 💀

• I'm not to say super confident but I'm comfortable with myself, if that makes sense. I know my own worth and have high standards lol not that I ever had a crush before, never liked anyone 😟 it takes time to for me to fully trust someone, I click well with some people who have the same interests as me because it's easier to find topic to talk about lol, it's the same with other people even if we don't have the same interest doe sometimes I use 'lol' a lot ahshb

physical appearance: black hair that's kinda frizzy just a little below my shoulders (I have thick hair), I don't have bangs, I have a lot of baby hair so I often wear this dark green headband to keep them away from my face lol. black eyes, 170 cm, skinny but underweight kind. I wear a lot of comfy clothes like just t-shirt and pants, whenever I go out I tie my hair like just a quick low ponytail for outside school and high ponytail for school.

interests: games, specifically otome games and visual novels, I like detective and rpg games also (ex. genshin, code realize, fire emblem: three houses, tsumugu logic). I like reading manga, manhwa, manhua (I read both modern and historical ones), I like romance genres, and fanfics snsnns

how you react to someone being romantically interested in you: first thought would be if they're joking or playing a prank on me, but if they're not I'd answer it seriously, also my reaction depends on how long I knew them or if I even know them. I'd be kinda flattered to know someone is romantically interested in me doe lol

thank you if you took up my matchup! again congrats on 100+ :))) was this enough details? hopefully I didn't miss anything 😰

↛ ❀ Match up; @junevnti

I match you with Deuce Spade

Deuce isn’t talkative really. But he would struck up a conversation. He immediately takes you as someone who’s on the calmer side of things and he somewhat likes you from the start. Once you two bond and get closer, Deuce will be around you half of the time. He really likes being around you because of your softer presence. You’re not an overwhelming person and he likes that.

He notices your small, yet affectionate gestures and his heart flutters everytime it happens. It startled him at first though. He really wants to make you smile and it’s rather easy when with you. You two have quick conversations in the hall and he walks off feeling in cloud nine.

He likes how you fix your hair. It’s simplistic but he still finds you absolutely stunning!

He wouldn’t be very obvious. But his actions when he likes you would be sort of weird. He stared a bit too much and he slapped himself when he realizes he’s being weird. He eventually gets found out by all of his friends and they encourage him to go for it. So he does and he’s a big mess. He made a script on what to say but he meets with you face to face and his mind goes completely blank. He manages to spit out his feelings towards you and his heart absolutely drops when you ask him if he’s joking. He shrinks away and seems really upset. You learn he’s completely genuine.

Deuce is really likes you for pretty much everything about you. There was something about you from the start.

#twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #matchup event #deuce spade #4/10

[dear3st-dead-diary]

Dearest Dead Diary

My dad got in a car accident, he was hit by someone on purpose, he's fine or so he says but he has yet to see a doctor. I hipe ge doesn't have a concussion and... dies.

I'm on day three of Vyvanse And Dolox. It's very effective, in w days I've cleaned my house from top to bottom and built a makeshift desk for my laptop out of left over materials from other shelves I've assembled. I just hope the new setup doesn't kill my creativity.

The first day was fun, I cleaned the bathroom and did the dishes then I went to the mall where my friend with disposable income paid for everything.

Day two was also fun, I did my laundry, cleaned my room and put away all my clothes. My friend came over and and I did her makeup and shapped her eyebrows (she's really pretty) and then we went to a sex shop that was hidden inside of a building through an elaborate set of halls and stairs.

I got some damn good stuff from there for some very good prices I also wore a killer outfit and got many compliments. The guy who runs the place has the sort of beauty to him I can't explain.

He's from a generation of queers I could only imagine the hardships he's faced, but he wears them all with pride and it shows. I hope he gets more business, he's got Hella good stock.

We came back to my place, and I dyed her hair, we cuddled for a few hours before she left around 3 am.

Today, on the third day, I finished the rest of my cleaning, and then got the news about my dad.

Today sucks. Tomorrow I atleast get to go to a house party. I don't think I'll be drinking, I wanna wait more to see how these meds affect me before I try to consume any alcohol. Cannabis om the other hand actually balances out some of the side effects. Weirdly enough, though I haven't smoked alot yet, so I guess tomorrow we'll see how that happens and what happens if I take a dab or something.

Last time I was at this party I had a seizure on the stairs and broke my foot, it's been 3 weeks and it's taking forever to heal.

I was manic but for once, I finally feel like I'm thinking clear, thinking freely, like I can rationalize. That's something I haven't consciously been able to do before. At least not to this extent.

So I'm making the conscious decision to not drink. The last time I drank on antidepressants I got alcohol poisoning, I made the mistake of drinking the amount I normally would have had I not been medicated and.. well that ended horribly.

So it takes me 12 cans to feel drunk, but now that I'm medicated it should only take three, Hopefully. Seriously I'd save so much money if I didn't need so much liquor to feel intoxicated.

But regardless, I'm being responsible. Another side effect is dry mouth and loss of appetite. Which kind of sucks in the sense that I was working uo to building more muscle, but if I end up loosing weight in the process... I don't know how to feel.

I was dangerously skinny due to stress last year and I lost alot of strength, however I looked so good. So obviously I should strive to gain and not lose, but I can't shake the feeling of knowing at that weight no matter the size of clothes I'd always fit.

I purposely gained 20 because I wanted to start building back up a lot of the muscle mass I lost. Maybe there's some way I can find the middle ground of being slim yet lean?

I'm not sure.

I'm going to try and find something healthy to feed myself. Hopefully tomorrow goes great, and if I'm lucky I'll even end up closer to my friends, more romantic or platonic, either of which is fine. I'm the rare type that actually loves people.

My best skill is talking anyone into opening up, I treasure that skill, I've had some of the loveliest conversations with the shyest of people. I've made a lot of friends that way. And oddly enough alotta enemies? But those are people projecting thier own insecurities or past experiences on me.

I've noticed the people who don't like me are the people I've said "NO" to. Frankly that's probably for the best.

I've worked hard on these relationships. I value every one of them, I really put in as much work as I can towards my friends, it's definitely paid off as we've grown closer over the past year. I'm glad, I hope we keep growing and even growing together, making eachothers lives better.

But enough with the sap. I've got productivity on my mind and the motivation so I better put that to yse while it lasts.

With a future and goals.

- A

[edwardteachs]

bad. every tw under the sun ⬇️

I still feel like I'm not at home in my body. I don't look like how I envision myself, at all. I miss my hair so much. I've gained more weight and i feel awful about it. I dont fit into my favourite clothes. I feel bloated and too large for myself. my bf hasnt called me pretty in weeks.

i know how bleak this is. but I've always felt like I'm just too weak and cowardly. too scared to kill myself too scared to cut deep enough too weak to starve myself properly. too undisciplined to make anyone believe me. too much of a coward to mean it.

because I still feel like I dont mean it. like I'm faking it. I feel like if I really meant it I would've done something by now that ANYONE would notice or care about.

but maybe they just don't care. maybe no one is waiting for me. I can't talk to my family about any of this obviously, and I just KNOW my mother is gonna find a way to make a comment about my weight. I'm the only one of my siblings to not be skinny and tall and beautiful. my body hurts every day and no one gives a shit.

I'm losing myself again. worse this time. I regret every choice I've ever made since I was 14 that led me here. I am no one and I could easily disappear without anyone really caring. I may just have imagined myself.

it feels manipulative to ask for people to care about me. I feel like a gaslighting abusive asshole for saying how I feel. even making this post feels like I'm a terrible person.

I relapsed again this week. and I feel childish and stupid for that. because I shouldve grown out of this by now.

I've been suffering for my entire of my life. I can't remember my childhood. I can't remember my passwords, my old friends, my life. I can't do anything. I've never been able to do anything right.

maybe I would like to be the best at something. anything. maybe once I'd like to be the prettiest or the most skilled or the most anything other than annoying. maybe once I'd like to be someones immediate first priority. I never have been. is that so fucking much to ask for

[roman-cates]

As soon as Roman's asleep, Bryce uses his free hand to write to Jean on his phone. He knows Jean was working this weekend, but they need to talk. Privately. He explains how hard that will be in text, and adds his heartfelt desire to do it anyway.

Then he puts down his phone, throws the arm that's not holding Roman over his eyes, and falls asleep. The conversation earlier today replays in his mind. Even leaving aside his actions once Roman got here, he wasn't good to Roman…

Bryce sneaks down the stairs, gun drawn and ready. The door to the basement was padlocked, so there's probably something down here. There's something off about this whole place, although he can't put his finger on what exactly it is. He doesn't think Jordan is hiding down here, but if they are down here, they would have heard Mal and Bryce, and will be ready for him. He rounds the corner--

This is not the sight he was expecting to see. There's a person lying on the floor, ankle shackled to a chain that's attached to the wall. They're wearing badly fitting clothing: a shirt and pants that are practically more stain than cloth. There's a large bowl with a little water on it well within reach of the captive.

On the far wall from the captive there's a long thin table that has seems to have all the tools Bryce would expect in a set up like this. And a few guns. Hanging above the table are more tools, not that Bryce really thinks more are needed. Jordan's an amateur, then.

The captive's been here a while, it looks like. If Jordan had someone in their basement, what the hell did they need to kill Gavin for?

Behind the person, on the wall, there are arm shackles, although those aren't attached to the captive. The floor isn't quite flat under Bryce's feet, and he sees a drain embedded in the floor. Lovely. Looking around, there's what looks like an outdoor spigot on a wall, well out of the captive's reach.

The captive starts a little, and moves to sit up. He -- probably he -- looks over at Bryce and it's very obvious when he notices the gun in Bryce's hand. He slides back a bit until he's against the wall, the farthest he can get from Bryce.

Bryce has no idea who this is. He's very young, though, and scarily skinny. There are only two cuts on his face, but his leg is very clearly broken. At the least. Bryce opens his mouth to question the captive, then closes it. He glances up at the ceiling, trying to determine where Mal is standing and how much of this she'll hear.

His voice is low but fierce when he speaks, "What do you know about Jordan?"

"I don't… wh-who..?" The captive flinches back, as though expecting Bryce to strike him for answering the question. "I-I'm sorry, I don't know what you're talking about— wh-who's Jordan..?"

Well, Jordan isn't here, apparently. Bryce lowers his gun as he tries to think of an explanation for the enigma that is Jordan. He smirks when he comes up with a good one.

"Jordan? They're the loser who's been staying here. One of the losers, anyway." Bryce tilts his head and very, very obviously looks over the captive. At a glance, only the leg stands out as particularly badly injured. Oh, there's cuts and scrapes and burns covering his body, but nothing that couldn't be mostly fixed in a month or two. If he can get him out of here without Mal noticing, he can probably just make a threat or two and dump him at the local police station. Maybe with a note explaining how bad of an idea going into the house is.

Fine, probably with a note. Boss has good enough relations with the local police force that killing several of them would be frowned on, as nice as the idea is.

Either way, he needs to get the information before he can do anything. That, and confirm the kid's not a danger to either the populace or Boss's people.

"Jordan's probably not their real name," he clarifies.

"Jor… Jordan..? Th-the only person who's… who's here besides me calls themself J… I-I don't know anything about them… except… except that they come down and… a-and hurt me…" The captive closes his eyes. What's he think that will do? Make Bryce go away? "Wh-why are you looking for them..? What did they do..?"

Exactly who does he think he is? Bryce doesn't answer to nobodies. And he's clearly not anybody important, although maybe he has a useful skill. Maybe he's somebody's son, or lover, or close friend, and is being held as leverage.

"Nuh-uh, I'm pretty sure the person with the gun gets to ask the questions, kid."

Bryce wanders over the table and pokes through the items on it. All the guns here are clearly unloaded, but the array of implements is dizzying. And totally unneeded. Bryce could replicate ninety-five percent of this with one whip and three or four cheap items from the hardware store. The restraints are interesting, but Jordan should just have learned to tie a good knot.

"How long has J had you here? Where'd they pick you up?" It's possible there's some trafficking that Boss hasn't caught on to yet, in which case his summer just got a lot more interesting.

Above them, Mal moves a crate towards the door.

"S-sorry…" The captive answers, and Bryce turns to look at him. "I… I don't know how long I've been here… I don't know what… what day it is…" The captive tries to pull his knees up to his chest, make himself small. It doesn't seem to work well. "Th-they tricked me into coming here… I… I w-walked in on my own…" And the captive covers his face.

Well, that's somewhat unexpected. Bryce didn't like Jordan before, but this…This is very disturbing. And far less exciting than the narrative he dreamed up. Bryce snorts a little, both at himself and at Jordan's capabilities.

"Didn't think they had it in them," he mutters, and then answers the unasked question: "Today's July 18th, 2023." And then, because it seems so unlikely, and yet not out of line of what he knows of Jordan: "They really just took you off the street and locked you down here to torture you? You don't have some special skill they were making use of?"

The captive's hands fall from his face when Bryce gives the date. He pales -- rather a lot, which is somewhat scary, given how pale he was to start with. He doesn't seem to hear the rest of Bryce's question.

It's been a while, then. Six months? Maybe more? Bryce finds a gag and takes a step toward him, mostly decided. He'll keep the kid quiet, pocket the guns, and tell Mal the only thing interesting down here were the guns. He'll hang behind when Mal leaves and take the boy to the police. As much as he hates cops, they're probably the right solution here.

"Kid?" The young man seems to still be in his own world, processing the date. "Kid, I need you to stay here."

The captive looks up at him, but then down at his hand. His eyes are huge, and he covers his mouth with his hands."

"Please— please don't— you don't have to— I'll be quiet—" The kid's eyes flick from Bryce's face to his hand -- the gag in his hand -- and back. Unshed tears make the eyes look even bigger than they did a minute ago, and Bryce feels a moment of pure compassion. He doesn't let it stay long, blanking his face and walking forward.

Above them, the basement door slams and Mal yells down, asking what's taking him so long.

And here the dream diverges from his memories. Here, he yells back at Mal, and her footsteps recede back up the stairs. Here, he tells Roman that he better be quiet, and grabs the gun. Follows the skeleton of a plan he came up with on the fly, getting paper from upstairs and making Roman scrawl out a note (handwriting analysis is crap science, but why give them anything to go on at all?). Here, he drops Roman off with the note, reports privately to Boss, and goes his merry way.

Here, he never learns Roman's name. Never gets to see his incredibly brave -- if stupid -- actions on the day of the meeting. Never has to threaten him, but also never touches his hair, never gets schooled in the kitchen, never has heartfelt conversations -- with Roman or with Jean. Here, he's perfectly content to keep being half-alive.

Previous

Asleep, Roman actually has pleasant dreams. He dreams of the warm sun on his face and of fruit. He dreams of a cool breeze on a warm day. And Bryce is there. And it's good.

Roman isn't quite sure what wakes him— it might be the movement next to him. Bryce is still asleep, but... as Roman watches, a tear slips down Bryce's cheek.

"Bryce?" Roman whispers, shaking him a little.

#whump rp #whump #whump roleplay #roleplay #roman cates #rp #whumplr reader #whumpee #bryce stryerson #caretaker

[casspurrjoybell-24]

Sugar Punch - Chapter 1

*Warning Adult Content*

- Theo -

I stuck out like a sore thumb the moment I stepped inside the gym.

The atmosphere inside was just as crazy as I thought it would be, left and right and in front of me were men and women working out like their life depended on it, whether it be running super-fast on the treadmill or lifting weights that would crush me, I couldn't help but feel out of place here.

Maybe I picked the wrong gym?

Everybody here was seriously in shape and everyone looked beautiful and perfect in every way, the women were way out of my league and the men made me feel insecure just by looking at them, tall and muscular.

I felt like an idiot, wearing a Warcraft t-shirt and the only shorts I owned, that were bright red and very noticeable in a room full of people wearing dark gym clothes.

If I left now nobody would even know I stepped inside, like me coming here today never happened.

Turning around, my hand on the door handle, I feel someone grab my shoulder making me freeze and pale once I turn around to see who it was.

Freaking huge.

"Hey kid, you the new guy?" a man asked, sporting a huge white beard, with arms the size of my head.

I didn't know what to do so I nodded my head sheepishly, making the bigger older man grin and put his arm around my shoulder, dragging me away from the exit and more into the gym.

"Perfect, you came at just the right time kid," he said as I started sweating from just how heavy his arm was over my shoulder. "Let's get you fixed up with a locker and I'll show you the equipment."

"You signed for a trainer, yeah?" he asked and I nodded my head.

"You're lucky then because I just got an opening with one of my best guys, these bitches would love for this spot but it's all yours kid, if you want it," he said as he led me through the people working out, their eyes looking at us momentarily as we passed.

I felt like everyone was looking at us and they probably were, this guy spoke too freaking loud and I probably looked like a skinny bag of bones next to this muscular man who probably worked out every single day.

"Um, do I start today?" I ask nervously, as the man moves his hand from my shoulder and comes behind the front desk to grab something.

He looks at me and grins.

"If you want to, the first lesson is always free on us."

Wait, the first lesson was free?

I didn't know that but lucky me because I wasn't planning on spending so much money.

I felt a little better about coming knowing I had money for the bus back home and didn't have to walk over an hour.

"I'm Rick by the way, I own this place and if you need anything, just shout and I got you kid," Rick said, handing me a locker key with the number 13 on it, as I nodded my head.

"Oh, thanks and it's Theodore but just Theo is fine," I said sheepishly as he nodded his head once and then signalled for me to follow him with two fingers.

Rick showed me the locker room where I put my bag inside and then he showed me where everything was, this place was huge and had everything you could possibly need.

It had a sauna, showers and a pool, not only did it have three floors of equipment but it also had a basement where they teach kickboxing and other combat sports, also defensive lessons which I really wanted to take.

After Rick showed me the basic equipment for what I wanted to start on, the weight machines looked the easiest then everything else, I already did enough cardio running from the football team at school, I didn't want to do it in the gym.

"That's it Theo, you got any questions before I leave you?" Rick asks as we stop near the stairs.

I was starting to get nervous, I was seconds away from my private one on one training with someone and the more I stayed here the more I just wanted to go home, I felt so out of my depth around everything.

"No, I think I got it..." I said looking around nervously before I looked at the large man in front of me.

"Mads is just down there, he should be finishing up so just head on down," he said as he nodded down the stairs, where the words 'underground' was labelled above the double doors leading to the basement.

I got chills just looking at the doors, I had to wonder if I could really do this, I didn't know anything about fighting other than how to take a punch.

Was I making a huge mistake?

"Right, I got you Tuesday for defensive lessons so I will see you then Theo," Rick said before walking away, leaving me stood there frozen.

Rick's teaching me defence?

That guy?

I'm really going to die if he gets me in a chokehold, there's just no way I can survive... but I was looking forward to learning something that would at least help me.

Carefully, I started walking down the steps and the closer I got to the door the more I heard the sounds coming from inside the basement room, I had no idea what I was getting myself into.

But I had a sneaky suspicion I was about to find out and regret it.

Should I knock?

Would they even hear me?

"Ugh," I groan out and shake it off, before I grabbed hold of the steel handle and push it, only to realise it was a pull door.

Luckily nobody was around to witness how lame I was as I pulled the door open and took a quick peek inside before walking in nervously.

There was a large ring inside the room and punching bags on the right side with other equipment I didn't recognise on the left and some I did recognise but what made me the most nervous was the two men in their own world as they fought inside the ring.

I slowly walked over to the ring and watched as the two men fought, what they were doing was something I only saw in you tube videos, using moves I could never name or do but they did it effortlessly.

Suddenly a bell rung out and made me jump into the air, the two fighters stopped and then started taking off their helmets.

"Nice footwork but your punch is still shit, you need to fix that before Friday unless you want to get your ass handed to you," one man said, with tattoos all over his arms and legs.

"You're just too fucking fast," the darker man grunts out, making the tattooed man grin smugly before turning around.

I froze the moment his eyes met mine but unlike me he didn't look surprised to see me as I was to see him because I knew exactly who he was from TV.

My dad would turn the TV on and force me to watch the sport channel with him and there was always one sport in particular he made me watch and that was kickboxing and that is exactly how I know who he is.

Maddox Zane, a champion kickboxer.

"I'll see you next week Mads," the other guy said, stepping down from the ring and walking past me, giving me a nod before he picks up his bag and head for the exit.

I swallow hard and go over to where the steps were and where Maddox was, my nerves high with each step, knowing that my personal trainer is someone famous and a legend in the world of kickboxing.

"I'm Theodore Banks... I was told by Rick y-you had an opening..." I said nervously, hating myself for stuttering in front of him.

His eyes snap to mine as he looks me over from head to toe, making my hands sweat once his eyes land on the shirt I was wearing, before his eyes went back to mine.

"Maddox Zane. You're not exactly dressed for training," he said as I laughed nervously, rubbing my arm.

"I-I didn't know I was going to train today so..." I said lamely as he sighed, then stepped down from the ring.

"Do you have any kickboxing experience?" he asked, going over to a bench where a bottle of water was.

Oh, I had experience with fighting but I was always on the receiving end... but I'm not going to say that I probably look pathetic with just standing here without saying the truth.

"Not really..."

I watch him as he wiped his face with a towel and then took a drink from his bottled water before coming over to me and grabbing hold of my arm, making me freeze once his larger and warm hand wraps around my wrist.

"You're too skinny, what's your diet like?" he asks, letting go of my arm.

"I... don't really have one."

He simply gave me a look before signalling for me to follow him to where a bench and a table was inside a room, behind the ring, it looked like it was his office as I noticed photos of him from being a professional kickboxer.

"Let's get you on a regime and then we can do something about you gaining some meat on your bones," he said as I nodded my head nervously stood and watched him grab something from inside his table.

"Here," he hands me a card with his name and number on it.

Why was he giving me this?

"I give that to all my clients, that number is for you to tell me if you're going to be late or not showing up at all, I'm a busy guy so I don't have time for bullshit, understand?" he said tightly as I nodded my head and put the card in my short pockets.

"How old are you?" he asks, looking me over as he stands next to me.

"Eighteen." I say, frowning as he looks me over again.

Why did he need to know how old I was?

"Follow me," he said, before moving past me and then started walking towards the front of the room where there were a few lockers.

"I have some stuff that might fit you, you can have those until you get your own gear," he said as he opened a locker and handed me a bunch of clothes.

I felt overwhelmed with everything, he kept handing me things before he turned and then stared at my feet and for some reason, whenever he looked at me, I felt weird and it wasn't because he was famous but because he was intimidating to look at.

He was probably the most good-looking guy I've seen, the guys on the football team would instantly kick my ass for saying so, probably call me gay for comparing their looks but screw them.

Maddox was a guy who got any woman he wanted, he was tall, good-looking and in shape, really in shape, I don't think I'd ever reach his level of manhood, I was just a twig compared to his guy.

"Let's go over days I can see you and then we'll work out your routine and diet plan."

I followed him back to his office but before he passed me again, I didn't miss the way he looked at my face or should I say my nose, as it still was newly bruised with tape over it, obvious it was caused by someone.

Unlike other people though, he didn't look at me with pity, he didn't say a word about it and kept professional, only then did I start to feel like this wasn't a mistake and probably one of the best decision's I have ever made.

Not only do I have a private trainer but I joined the gym, I should be proud of myself... but I knew the moment Maddox started talking about food intake and training, I couldn't help but feel pathetic.

I didn't stay in shape and I ate whatever was simply in the fridge, nor did I know anything about any sports, only when I watched kickboxing with my dad.

Something told me that Maddox didn't judge me, if anything I got the feeling, Maddox wanted to help me, so I'm going to put my faith in him.

I'm going to try my best, failing this wasn't an option.