#but in reality. the glasses have no lenses

[soldier--poet--queen]

I'm having a hard start to the week and my ocd is really flaring up again. It's hard to enjoy anything when my mind keeps policing itself on exactly what levels of happiness I "should" feel when watching or playing my comfort media (including policing itself on how many times is "normal" to rewatch/replay them). If you could pray for me, I'd really appreciate it

[chickenisamazing]

Imma be honest idc what anyone says but my experience has been that the more covered up I am and looser my clothing is the less unwanted attention I get from strange men in the streets

[outlying-hyppocrate]

i hear children playing outside. it is late. there are no children. it is screaming

[scudevils]

thick thighs save lives — QH43

pairing: quinn hughes x fem!reader

warnings: essentially smut with minimal plot (easing myself back into writing), thigh riding (🤭🤭), swearing, playoff beard representation, pretty much me just loving big thighs icl, sappy sap is back (i would say i’m sorry but im not), not proofread!!

synopsis: name a better match than hockey players and thick thighs [1.8k]

hockey players and thick thighs, a match made in heaven some way would say, their wives would anyway and you could definitely attest to it.

you were obsessed from the moment you'd started dating, wether it was not so innocent glances when he'd be wearing just slightly too short shorts, the ones that rode up when he sat down and especially when he wore trunks at the pool. or when you had no impure thoughts as you sat on his lap, maybe it was watching tv, sharing a seat whilst at the lakehouse or just whenever you wanted to be close to him.

long story short, you liked quinn's thighs, and he was more than aware of it.

you were staring, but of course you were, years after you'd first begun dating and quinn and you were still deep in the honeymoon phase, you were as smitten as a woman on her wedding day if what your mother would say. the weatherman was right for once, mid 20s felt like paradise after the cold winter, and you were all out enjoying the sun whilst it lasted.

the season had ended a few weeks ago, the canucks being knocked out of the second round of the playoffs by just a goal and you were sad for quinn, his second season as captain of the team and you knew he wanted to replicate the success of the first. but unfortunately, things weren't meant to be and he was home earlier than expected, not that you were complaining.

you felt like a damn perv, eyeing up your boyfriend from the deck chair across from him, you knew he needed this time to relax, destress from the season, and what he didn't need was you wanting to fuck him every two seconds. but he was just as bad, he hadn’t been able to take his eyes off of your chest the second you’d gone out in your bikini.

quinn's head was back against the chair, eyes shut underneath his dark lensed glasses as he faced the sky, the sun shining on his already pink-tinged cheeks, you did warn him to wear suncream, his hands were comfortably sat on his stomach, but all you could look at were his short-clad thighs, the bright blue material standing out against his slightly tanned skin in a way that had you going feral.

you wanted him, needed him in every sense of the word. perhaps there was something wrong with you, the way you couldn't help but squeeze your legs shut as you thought about the way you wanted to use his thigh. "can feel you starin'" his voice broke through the silence, your thoughts punctured by reality when he tilted his head so his eyes could meet yours.

"admiring." you corrected him, a playful smile toying on your lights as he let out a laugh, sitting up and you couldn't help the glance towards his thighs, spread out across both sides of the chair and you were almost certain he was doing it on purpose.

his beard had grown out since the regular season had finished, still not having shaved it since they'd been eliminated from the playoffs and you were doing everything to deny the inevitable. you thought he looked hot with it, he always did to you but there was something about quinn with a beard that really did it for you.

"hm, and what're you admiring?" oh he'd definitely caught you staring, a blush blazing on your cheeks at the thought of his knowing how badly you wanted him, and he could tell your brain was about to short circuit when he beckoned you over; sitting you between his legs on the lounger. "well you gonna tell me?"

“you know what." you didn't make eye contact as you spoke, burying your head in his neck in embarrassment as he wrapped his arms around your back.

"do i? think i'm gonna need a reminder."

"quinn..." you dragged out his name, your cheeks still a burning shade of pink and you swore in that moment you'd die of embarrassment. his hand moved from behind your back to rest just under your chin, lifting your head enough to force you to look at him, his pupils more blown out than before.

he hummed in response, his lips on your neck in a second and you were forced to suck in a breath, hands pressed against his chest to regain balance when you found yourself grinding your hips down against his, a groan falling from his mouth muffled by your skin. "wanna ride your thigh, please q."

you felt quinn smile against your collarbone, his lips not leaving you when you felt his hands on your hips readjusting you over one of his thighs. "love it when you tell me what you want." he muttered against you, voice thick as it dripped with lust.

tilting your head to the side you allowed him more access to your neck, feeling the way he left opened mouthed kisses against you that you knew for certain would leave bruises later but in that moment you didn't care. it was a new sensation for you, the thick muscle underneath you and you gave an experimental roll of your hips against it, pleasure shooting through your body from the friction.

the growing pressure between your legs caused a few small moans to escape your mouth, the feeling slowly building. he moved his arm to join the other on your hip, being able to rock them more forcefully now. "is this what a few weeks without me does to you? gets you so desperate you'll ride my thighs?"

his hand forced your jaw up to look at him, your eyes still not meeting his and quinn couldn't help the laugh that fell from his lips. "been wanting to do this for a while yeah? keep seeing you looking at 'em."

the pace of your moving hips never faltered, the look he was giving you somehow adding to the growing pleasure, like he was almost impressed you could get yourself off like this, or more so that you'd been thinking about it to. "fuck, quinn, yes." his head tilted to the side, the hand on your jaw staying firm with one of his fingers tapping against the skin. "been thinking about this for so long."

your confession ignited a fire inside of him, a moan slipping from your lips as he tensed the muscle underneath you, helping you roll your hips against him in a way that nearly had you crying out. warmth pooled in your stomach, feeling the way you clenched around nothing as you continued rocking your body against his, desperate for any sort of release but he wasn't going to help you out.

"cmon baby, know you can get there yourself." he replied when you let out a whine about how it wasn't enough and you needed more, he gave in a little bouncing his leg and catching you off guard, adding to the sensation. the nature of his word made goosebumps raise on your arms despite the warm temperatures, feeling your nippled harden against your bikini top, and it sent a shiver down your spine in anticipation.

"'m so close, q," you moaned against his neck, heading falling into the curve of his shoulder as you bit down on the skin when he flexed under you again, sending a ripple of pleasure through your body.

"you gonna me a mess on my thigh? know you've been thinking 'bout it." you didn't even have to look to know quinn was grinning like the fucking cheshire cat, almost certain he was somehow enjoying this more than you were, his hands holding a tighter grip on your hips as he took over some of the work, pressing you against his thigh as you let out a louder whine of his name.

the coil in your stomach wound tighter, the rush of warmth throughout your body hitting you like a ton of bricks as your body collapsed against his, thighs shaking around his as you cried out, whimpers and whines as he took over, guiding your hips over his thigh as he helped you ride it out. when his grip against your waist didn't stop, the sensitivity causing you to whine into his shoulder.

"thats the hottest fucking thing i've ever seen." quinn could feel your heart still beating rapidly against his chest, spurring him on even more to get you to another orgasm on just his thigh. your thighs were still shaking around him, a little light headed when he spoke again. "one more?"

“quinn-" your voice was breathless when you tried to argue back, throat hoarse from before and you knew arguing was futile.

"know you can." his lips found your temple, reassuringly kissing it. "just like that." he swore he was going mad, hearing you whimpering into his shoulder again, not trusting your arms enough to be able to support you.

quinn's words of praise were a killer, enough to tip you over the edge whenever he wanted you to. you were putty in that mans hands the second he started sweet talking you.

just as before you felt the familiar feeling building in your stomach, much quicker than before, the muscles in your core already tensing. quinn could read your body like a book, not even needing to ask if you were closer before you were coming undone on his thigh again.

your nails dragged down his back, most likely going to leave red scratch marks for the next couple days, and he was thankful he didn’t have the boys to tease him about them this time. his hands stopped their movements of your hips, allowing you the minute or two you needed to come down from your high and catch your breath once again.

quinn pushed the fallen hair out of your face, lifting your lips to meet his in a soft kiss, tender, wanting nothing out of it but to show you that he loved you. “you're so good to me." his praise already igniting that feeling in your stomach again. “gonna need you to do that more often.”

you laughed against his chest, finding the strength to push yourself up to see his face, holding his jaw in your hands as you placed a chaste kiss to his lips, enjoying the scratch of his grown out stubble underneath your fingertips. “whilst we’re talking about kinks, you’re keeping the beard.”

[arminsumi]

fogging up nerd armin's glasses.

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 — アルミン ⋅ fem reader

NOTES: damn i rlly be making my entrance to hell with this 🫡 kidding. ENJOY MY FELLOW NASTY BXTCHES 😈 the poll ain't even finished but i whipped this up in preparation for the armin prompt winning so i can satisfy our nerdmin craving lol

🔞 mdni / 18+ content

SUMMARY — nerd armin being pathetic for u until he snaps 'n puts u in ur place and does a full 180 :)

WARNINGS — smut, stereotypes (nerd, popular girl), mean reader / "pathetic" min -> mean min

SMUT WARNINGS — nasty kinky smut, implied experienced reader, namecalling (bxtch — both ways, he uses your own spells against you like some mf sev. snape, slvt,), stereotype kink (?) if that's what it's called, calling him/you pathetic, (mean) (nasty) dirty talk, oraljob (m. receiving), cvm swallowing, unprotected sex (implied taking the pill tho), creampie, dom/sub dynamics (switching), mean reader -> mean armin later, slight overstim, slight size kink, mentions him watching/learning from pxrn + mxsturbating with a pillow, please lmk if i have missed a warning!!

WORDCOUNT ≈ 1.2k

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

gold-framed, oversized, round glasses slip down his nose. there's a slight fog gradient creeping from the bottom of the lenses, owed to the searing heat coming from his dampened cheeks.

he's never felt this good in his life and you know it, that's partly why you offered to give him head in the first place. the other reason was to pay him back for helping you study for the past couple of months. he's showed up at your dorm room every weekend, textbooks clutched tight to his chest, back of his hand pushing those round glasses up his nose by the rim. there's faded freckles speckling his face and an ever-present boyishly red blush adorning his cheeks and ears.

that blush becomes more prominent when you have him like this. head tilted back, fistfuls of your bedsheets clutched tight in his delicate hands, head spinning. he's got the most picturesque blissed-out face, a real erotic expression straight out of a hentai. you don't need to even ask if he's ever gotten sucked off before, because the answer is clearly no. no way he has. he is the most straight-laced, uptight student — valedictorian, of course, and when he's not the best in school he's upset with himself. self-esteem so low, but your mouth is doing wonders to bring it back up. because he's receiving a sloppy blowjob from the most popular girl in school.

"oh my g—o–oood that's s-so fuck-fucking good!" he chokes.

the poor boy started out so quiet, able to swallow every moan and erotic noise. but when you really got into it? he lost it. he's been whimpering on your bed with you between his spread legs for an hour now.

"please don't fucking stop — fuck! — please 'm begging you, don't stoppp! yesyesyes fuck, ahhhah — oh my god i'm gonna go crazy if you lick it like that."

you give your jaw a break and pop off his cock, earning a startled whimper from him. he is so fucking pretty laying there, wettened blond bangs stuck to his forehead, blue eyes half-shut, textbook being nudged off by his elbow. and just an hour ago that textbook was being held in his hand while he taught you in that know-it-all voice of his.

now all his voice sounded like was pathetic, and you made sure to tell him that. "you sound so fucking pathetic." you smile up at him. his dick jumps and throbs, precum beads out and you swipe your tongue over his slit to collect it.

" 'm pathetic for you, 'm all for you — ouhhh fuck!" he goes into another lust daze, it looks like he's slipping from reality when your plush lips engulf his cock. and you haven't even shown off your deepthroating skills yet. how is he gonna survive that?

the answer is; he doesn't. he squirts out three hot, thick jets of cum the split second he feels his cock hit the back of your throat. the slight contractions of you swallowing made him let out the most broken, nasty whimper you've ever heard a man make.

you pull off and gulp all his cum down. "jeez, 'min, you moan like a bitch." you giggle meanly. he's absolutely getting off to your dirty talk. he wishes it was right in his ear.

but there's some hidden part of him that wants to throw you into a fatiguing position and bliss you out with some mean strokes. that secret little part of him seethes when you call him pathetic. oh you think he can't make you cum? he could ruin you with his cock. he knows it.

so when he goes home after your 'study' sessions, he watches porn and learns how to stroke right, how to play with that lil kitty of yours, how to lick it how to fuck it and how to ruin it. it's like a study session itself. he even practices with his pillow, thrusting his hips into it, mimicking the rhythm of the pornstar on his screen. practicing his smart mouth on his fist or fruits, learning how to control his tongue better, pretending it's your pussy.

your next few study sessions with him are riding practice.

you're teaching him everything he needs to know to destroy you, and you don't even realize that he's absorbing the information with the intention of using it against you. oh, you like your clit rubbed like that? you like it fast, like it slow? you like dirty talk? creampies?

"you're fucking nasty." he talks back to you for the first time when you're demonstrating how to hit it from behind.

you're caught so off-guard, all you can do is smile in shock.

"what'd you say?"

"nothing." he lies sweetly.

with that, he snaps his hips flush against your ass. those delicate hands that you taught many things to are now squeezing your hips with a nearly bruising grip, just how you told him you like.

those pretty lips that you taught how to french kiss and taught how to eat pussy are now brushing against your cheek, muttering dirty talk just how you told him you like.

"mmm who's a bitch now?" he seethes, cock sinking so deep that you kick your feet around.

"oh m- oh fuck! hahhhh, 'min 'min 'min! f-f-fuck don't stop! don't you fucking stop talking to me like th-that — oh my god that's the fucking spot, right there right there, harder please right fucking thereee!!"

he chuckles behind you, genuinely amused by how you sounded like a bitch in heat. it's like the both of you swapped places completely.

that pretty fat cock pumps in and out at an eye-rolling pace, the deep strokes he's hitting are something you never taught him but for some reason he knows how to do it well. your body slowly feels like it belongs less to you and more to him as he bullies his cockhead into that mushy spot. now that spot really fucks you up, and he learned that quick when you taught him. he listened to your every word and put all the theory into practice.

so that's why you start gushing and creaming around him. there's juices running down your thighs. sweat and heat searing across your bodies. hell, even armin's got your juices running down the front of his thighs as he fucks into you from behind.

"god you're making a fucking mess, have some shame. my fucking cock is getting painted white. 'gonna clean it up for me with that mouth of yours afterwards? yeah, you're damn right you are. uh-huh, i'll call you my bitch. can't believe you fucking like that, you're a fucking freak."

that last line is what makes you cum. oh, that was so funny to him; weren't you the one who used to call him a freak?

"look at that fucking back arch, wow..." he admires breathlessly, expression feral as he approaches his own high. "gonna cum inside, just how you want, 'sure you still want it?"

"yesyesyes! gimme your cum!" you cry, feeling slightly overstimulated with each stroke of his cock. it was so fucking thick, you felt so full that it's all you could focus on. so full. and he was gonna fill you up even more.

"oh my fuckin' god 'm gonna cum in this slutty fuckin' pussy, take it like a good slut — m-my slut, yeah? you're my slut? say it, please. yeah. say it again, 's gonna make me cu- fuck! ohhh god 'm gonna cum. take it, fuckfuckfuck 'cumming, 'cumming mmm!"

armin's never orgasmed that hard, or shot out that much cum. now if you weren't on the pill, you would have absolutely gotten pregnant from that session. he's a boy with breeder balls, that's one of the first things you told him and he remembered it.

he pulls out and relishes in the sight of his cum dripping out and running down your slit.

"that's so fucking beautiful." he smiles naughtily, wiping the sweat off his forehead with his forearm. "hey, up for round two?"

© arminsumi DO NOT STEAL WHAT I'VE WORKED HARD TO CREATE.

[grind-pantera]

Uncertainty. ( Blue Eyes x Human! Reader Oneshot. )

You know we need a Blue Eyes oneshot that parallels the one I wrote about Caesar's War Paint.

Title: Uncertainty. Fandom: ( Dawn of the ) Planet of the Apes. Rating: K. ( Tiny mention of blood but nothing too bad, and it's pretty fluffy. ) Pairing: ( SLIGHT ) Implied Blue Eyes x Human ! Reader. Words: 3.1K+ Summary: The task of placing the Ape Prince's War Paint fell onto you.

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There was something so intricately intimate about putting on an Ape’s War Paint. Not just the physical aspects which were under intense watch from the Chimpanzee in front of you, every gesture you made could be seen as a threat through a blue lense. Every move you made to place the paint along his face was accepted with closed eyes, but not enough for him to relax his shoulders or peer at you from under his slitted eyes when you directed him to raise his head so you could paint at his neck. There was the ceremonious aspect as well that took hold of your thoughts. So many Humans, as the Simian Flu eradicated the population, thought that the Apes as primitive, stupid and not of culture. They were just another animal that needed to be put into a Zoo. But this? All of this was beyond what Humanity wanted to see, what they wanted to acknowledge as reality. 

You dropped your hand and encased enough white paint to go along the forearms of the Ape Prince. It splattered against the backdrop of his darkened fur, and with some effort put into a sweeping motion upwards, you encased his outer forearm in white before mirroring the action on the other side. For a split moment, you rested your fingers on the bend of his elbow. He was not as large as Caesar, you thought to yourself and felt a muscle twitch under your scrutinizing touch, but he was going to be some day. Maybe even bigger. You tried to not to dally on that as your eyes gazed right along his face and found yourself transfixed as the light caught hold of his canines. The idea that he could rip your jugular right out of your neck seemed almost tempting, entrancing as you caught a brief gaze with him before snapping back to look at the paint.

He was surely the son of Caesar, more reserved as he got that attribute from Cornelia, but Caesar seeped through his pores in the way he held himself, the way he looked at you. Whereas you had gotten so used to being looked at through a green glass, Blue Eyes’ stare sent you rocketing into the deep ocean from the coloring, darkened now as you were in a slatted hut with only enough light coming from the fire behind you to trace your way around his body. The way he held himself in front of you, faux arrogance falling off of him like waves. It had to be show-boating, there was no other way to describe how it felt to have him so silent, so statuesque, only looking at you when he needed to be as if your presence alone was going to set him off. You knew what it was about; the reluctance to follow his Fathers way of thinking regarding Humans and he was slowly leaning into the radical ideology from Koba and that made your position all the more precarious.

You found it difficult not to curse silently at Lake for putting you into this situation. She was the one who often did this for Blue Eyes, or occasionally his mother, both indisposed at the moment at the task fell down the ladder to rest rather uncomfortably along your spine and into your mind. It wasn’t as if his presence made you squeamish, you had spent enough time around the rest of the Colony that it was barely a passing mention that you were human and they were Ape. But given you were the first human that he had ever seen, the first to ever sit in a private room alone with him, the first to ever touch him? That did give you pause. You begged Lake to take the responsibility. Almost on your hands and knees as you held her arm with one hand and signed rather frantically with your other that you weren’t the one to do this and it needed to be her or Blue Eyes’ mother. She had explained to you though - with the Colony getting ready to embark to the ruins of San Francisco to confront the Humans, she needed to tend to the young, and Cornelia was placed rightly in charge of putting the War Paint on her husband. 

Slowly, you drew a breath into your lungs and held it there momentarily as your eyes peered down at the paint, placed inside of a crudely made but functional clay jars. You had gotten his face with ease, Blue Eyes’ reserved nature was evident when you scaled around his brows and eyes. He had shuffled only then when you made eye contact with him before his gaze fell shut in intent focus, obviously not sure how to feel when the fingers touching him were so soft and delicate in nature, crude against the hardened quality of his own skin. You had painted the bones along his arms, they were thickened where his fur had clumped together with the color, dripping a bit down towards his hands but getting caught and tangled in the fur at his wrists. You watched it pool there like a bracelet, a fleetingly morbid though of it scattering along your face as he encased your neck in his grasp hitting at your senses. 

 All that was left where the adjoining rib cage markings that would scale down from his broadened shoulders, along the tract of his collarbones, down towards the tapering of his thinned waist. Never too far down and stopping right at his diaphragm but the idea of having to actually embrace him more intimately was why you were unsure of this in the first place. Shifting in your seat, you contemplated leaving. How easy it would be to just stand up and walk away and tell Caesar that you were just too nervous to do that. Too afraid to be that close to his Son. You thought about that and decided against it when you imagined the hard gaze the Ape King would give you, knowing you had no actual issue with being in close quarters with other Apes. He’d see it as a slight to himself, to his son, to Cornelia. And you weren’t about to put yourself on the bad side of Caesar. 

You had no idea if Blue Eyes felt the same - if his heart was racing inside of his chest as he watched you grasp more paint and cup it against your pointer, middle and ring finger. You wondered if he could see the mild shaking of your fingertips. Blue Eyes’ attention was on your free hand, grasping at your chest, four fingers splayed outwards and you drew a motion from your sternum to the edge of your side. Ribs, you signed at him, eyes meeting for a second before he acknowledged what you were saying. He shuffled on his perch, finally letting his arms rest in a backwards motion to allow you full access to what you needed. The realization hit you like a ton of feathered bricks. 

Soft and light as you looked at the scape of his body, from shoulder to shoulder, head to toe, and if he were a human the assumption could be made that you were checking him out. Hard and heavy when you thought to yourself of the idea, no no… Not just an idea anymore, you scolded yourself. The reality that you were about to encase his body so intimidatingly, along his muscles in a way that only other Apes that he trusted had done made your stomach turn in twisted knots. You had been so careful on his face to avoid the scratches from his Bear Attack, but now you needed to trace your motions along the scratches along his right pectoral. They flared red with blood, finally beginning to scab over here and there. Sympathy washed over you. It surely looked painful and if he was in any discomfort, he was doing a great job masking it. Shifting, you made a gentle sign towards him, ‘Need to get close. Okay?’ 

Blue Eyes’ narrowed his gaze on you as you rose to your feet, droplets of white falling below and painting the wood it landed on a faded gray-ish as it mixed with moisture from rain. He allowed the slot of your body between his legs so you could work. From the sudden proximity as you drew close to him, you could feel his hot breath against your face for a moment, lingering in the selfish idea that he was inhaling and exhaling at a heightened rate. Eye contact was not made, Blue Eyes sought to focus on something in the distance as you laid your fingers onto his left collarbone and slid inwards to trace the shape right along his clavicle to lay a basis for the rest of the ribs you needed to make. You followed suit sharply, moving to rest your fingers along the right side of his body to make a mirroring shape. Blue Eyes bared his teeth at you, assuming you had gotten too close to his wound, you pulled back for a moment. 

‘Sorry.’ You signed with your non-painted hand and moved back to continue. He hesitated, his right shoulder moving back when you came forward. Gritting his teeth together at the feeling of flaring heat searing off his marks, Blue Eyes brashedly tried to ignore it, trying to sooth himself that it would be done sooner now than it was five minutes ago. Of course it hurt - But he was not going to let you see that. He was Caesar’s blood. He knew deep down if his Father ever incurred damage like this that he would not let his people see the agony it caused by simply breathing. His blue gaze drifted downwards to your motions against him. Caesar would not let you, a human, so small and gentle and soothing, know that he was in pain. Blue Eyes drew a deep breath in, meditative around the edges. 

You’d moved down to the next set of ribs, laying more viciously along the taut muscles of his pectorals, he oddly had no idea why he felt like he was going to slowly come unglued with every touch you were giving him. How it varied in intensity as if you were unsure of how to touch him, what was allowed, and what was off limits. It wasn’t unsatisfying in any way - Blue Eyes found it to be a nice change of pace as he allowed himself to capture your eyes in a stare. You unwaveringly looked back at him, taking in the frank skull detailing of his face paint. The paint smeared along his fur, resting more on the tips rather than actually touching skin. He noticed you were kind enough to avoid the wounds directly now rather than trying to paint around them. Caesar always said that humans were considerate like that.

Koba said otherwise.

You tried to ignore the way that his muscles were involuntarily reacting to how you were grazing against him and how much you wanted to just grasp at them in a bid to get more movement against you. With each dip of your fingers that you took, more encased your wrists in its runny nature as you placed it along his chest, finally out of the woods from his wounds. How easy it would be to smear your entire body with paint, either done by yourself, or done by the Ape in front of you. That’s often how it was within the Colony. One would place the paint first and then expect it in return. That wasn’t for you, you knew, but the guilt ate away at your conscious thoughts when you imagined it. Imagined Blue Eyes taking some sort of reserved charge and throwing it against your face with his much larger hands, turning you vivid in color, into a warrior of sorts, how his fingers might brisk against your lips, pausing to trace the curve around them before flushing his fingers horizontally to give you the appearance of a skull mask. You blinked that right out of your head, not sure where the sudden urge to be close to Blue Eyes in that way really came from. You tried to swallow it down, tried to push it away but your train of thought was incredibly relentless.

Would he be gentle like his outside disposition? You looked at his face but found yourself unable to captivate his eyes like you had a few moments ago. How did Lake feel when he did this to her? Was it exciting? Was it yearned for, a bond? You were now aiming downwards, the arch of the art piece you were laying on him finally coming to a rather relieved end. His blue glance caught hold of yours as you prepared for the last set of lines right against the bottom of his ribs, against the narrowest part of his chest before he thinned into his waist. The way he stiffened at the sensation of your hands against his diaphragm was surprisingly alluring to you, your eyes falling from his face to rest on his shoulders to watch the bounce of them as he inhaled and released. You could hear him breathing through his nose, mouth now shut to no avail. You were so close he could nearly taste you on his tongue. 

You were done.

‘Blue Eyes looks good.’ You signed him a quick compliment which seemed to be appreciated. It was always hard to read this Ape - He was rather quiet around you, occasionally falling into mild conversation if Ash was with him or if you joined Caesar and his family for meals. Rare, but happened occasionally, more frequently the Prince noticed as there had been a quick resurgence of Humans in the area and Caesar would confide in you every now and then about what to do. You often found yourself like this with Blue Eyes - one sided conversations with him, as if he were unsure what topics where alright to discuss with you. There was no blame to be placed; Blue Eyes hadn’t encountered a human at all until you came into the Colony’s care months ago and you always steered clear of him due to the nature of his stand-offish appearance. 

“Wish I looked as scary as you do.” You joked softly and picked up the paint jars from the ground. One red, one white, just in case, though Blue Eyes had yet to graduate to red adornments. Those were reserved for the highest bid of Caesar’s council. Someday, he’d be able to proudly wear the blood soaked color. 

‘Are you coming?’ He finally bid to ask you a personal question, perhaps in some desperate attempt to wash his mind of how it felt to have you touch him so personally, like you knew the dips and curves of his body like the back of your hand. He shifted in his spot, suddenly overcharged with the lingering feeling of your grasp so close to him.

“Caesar wants me to stay. Afraid the Humans will take me,” You explained softly, “Though, I told him I should go because I might be able to help. You know, bridge the gap.”

From the perplexity of his expression, it was obvious that Blue Eyes hadn’t heard that phrase before. 

“It’s okay, I’m probably more of a hindrance,” You smiled at the son of the Ape King with grace, letting your fingers trace around the edge of the white paint jar. “I’m more useful to your Father if I’m here and not taken away.”

Blue Eyes understood that notion. There were many things that he didn't agree with when it came down to the compassion that his Father held for Humans but you - Having gotten to know you casually, and now, more intimately, he would feel unplaced distress if you were taken as well. That admittance to himself was uncommon; Blue Eyes often felt he knew the best for himself, for others around him, so the uncertain nature he held towards you was more than suffocating. 

“I don’t think I’d look too terrifying in the war paint you guys have anyway. The other humans would probably laugh at me.” You joked, raising a hand to wipe your forehead. A streak of white encased your skin there, you had forgotten that you got paint along your wrists and the back of your hand and it was still wet, soon to fall into the awkward placement of drying and you trying to get it out of the pores of your skin. Blue Eyes looked at it before his gaze fell into your own.

There was a silence that hit the two of you as you looked at him, suddenly flushed at the realization that you were still standing so near to him. You felt your heart flutter in your chest much to your dismay as he held your gaze intently. It was striking just how much of a mixture of his parents he truly was and you felt like you could spend hours upon hours picking apart his appearance and categorizing it as either Caesar or Cornelia. But, there was enough to make Blue Eyes his own Ape, and you found yourself more drawn to those attributes.

Without a word or a sound, Blue Eyes found his fingers dipped into the red paint that you were holding. You blinked but before you could even ask him what he was doing, his pointer and middle finger pressed smacked dab right in the middle of your forehead and moved downwards between your eyebrows. He tapered his movement once he got to the middle of your nose, red droplets falling off the curve and onto your lips, and then down your chin to fall onto the ground below. The ease of which he was able to move in front of you with such slickness was astonishing, you found yourself unable to breath when he went to touch, almost going cross-eyed at the motion before you moved to look into his blue irises again. 

“Wh---” Staggering, you raise a hand and wiped your chin off, smearing the blood colored paint against the backdrop of your skin. “What was that for?”

‘Warrior.’ He gestured at you. 

And without any more signed words, anymore verbalization, he rose, not towering over you by any means, but the stance of his gait was strong as he moved to leave the hut now that you had the pleasure of placing his war paint on. Blue Eyes gave you one last look as he trailed to his spear, picking it up delicately, and tracing towards the exit of the hut. You were captivated in how he moved on his feet, bi-pedal. You were thrusted into the unknown with the stare he gave you, so flurrying as he looked at your eyes, then the white-red markings of your forehead and then your eyes again before leaving you with one more one handed sign. 

 ‘Thank you’.

[himexyandere]

As promised, here's my yandere!octopus OC! His name is Dr. Mikka Lapan, and he's a mimic octopus/marine biologist. No one knows his secret: not even you, his faithful assistant.

Not yet, at least.

“[Your Name].” 

“Yes, Dr. Lapan?” 

“Do you like sea creatures?” 

Equal parts bemused and amused, you ceased shuffling through the papers on your desk and turned your full attention to your boss. 

“No offense, doctor, but I wouldn’t be here right now if I didn’t.” 

Dr. Lapan gave a light hum in response, seemingly satisfied with your answer. With no further questions, you went back to reorganizing the messy stack of research papers the doctor kept in the lab. According to him, he had his own system for remembering where everything was meant to go. Needless to say, you didn’t exactly believe him. 

A few minutes had passed, and you found yourself sneaking a peak at the doctor, wondering what prompted him to ask such a question in the first place. He was uncharacteristically quiet, peering blankly into one of the many tanks situated in the far corner of the lab. His hand was pressed against the cold glass, fingers aimlessly tracing along with the movements of the creatures dwelling within. 

“Doctor?” You called out to him. 

Without turning to look at you—or even stopping his motions—he responded, absentmindedly, “Yes?” 

Concern creased your brow, leading you to stand up and fluidly cross the room until you were standing beside him. His eyes were still fixated on the tank before him, the soft bluish light mirrored in the thick lenses of his glasses. 

“You seem preoccupied today, Dr. Lapan.” 

“Do I?” 

“Yeah— is something wrong..?” 

Your voice seemed to be just what he needed to be brought back to reality, as he finally turned to look at you with a guilty smile on his face, eyebrows upturned. 

“Nothing is wrong. I’m sorry for worrying you, dear [Your Name],” Dr. Lapan’s eyes softened. “As always, I appreciate your assistance and concern. We should get back to work now, shouldn’t we?” 

Having returned to his usual chipper attitude, you saw no reason to press him any further, opting instead to push his out-of-character behavior to the far recesses of your mind. 

That night, you dreamt of the ocean. 

Alone and drifting amongst the unforgiving waves, dark and opaque in a way that not even the moon could ever hope to illuminate. Your limbs wouldn’t move. Your mind was racing, but you remained still — even as one particularly zealous wave carried you further and further away from the shoreline. 

You willed your hand to move, outstretched toward the receding sands that were becoming blurrier by the second. Something—or more accurately, somethings—cold and slimy wrapped around you; limbs and all, until you were fully encumbered and immobile. The thought to scream came next, naturally, though it was all too soon thwarted by another thing coming up to cover your mouth in cold sliminess.  “If I could have you for more than a night… If I—”

[verysium]

ACT 1, SCENE 3: blue lock headcanons

sae is into skincare: lotions, serums, the whole set. he and rin used to have self-care nights as children during which they would sit in bed with matching face masks and watch cartoons on the family tablet. if they were in a good mood, they would let you join.

barou listens to classical while working out. no joke. this man is so insanely focused he will shoot goals and play paganini at the same time. his work ethic is low-key why you were attracted to him the first place.

nagi is lazy to the point he will deliberately buy five pairs of the same exact pants just to save himself the trouble of having to choose an outfit in the morning. thank god for reo otherwise nagi would still be dressing like he just crawled out of bed. he still can't do much about his bedhead though.

rin desperately wanted to join sae in the deeper end of the community pool; however, he was deathly afraid of drowning. his only logical solution was to cover himself in pool floaties while he dipped a single toe into the water. even to this day, he still has traumatic memories of that experience. you need to hold his hand every time.

kaiser acts like his football prowess comes entirely from natural talent. in reality, he trains to an obsessive degree behind the scenes. you could come home at midnight, and he would still be there replaying every single highlight of his recent game. he is the type to keep detailed notes about all the players he went up against.

isagi likes to walk around his hometown of saitama and just observe the snapshots of life around him. whether it's a street vendor, children playing on a grass patch, or a couple in the sunset, he secretly enjoys these little vignettes of human experience. he would become sentimental when it comes to you. sometimes you have to pull his head out of the clouds.

nagi has parents who work overseas, so the most he sees of them is through video calls or holiday presents. occasionally, he also gets a birthday card shipped through international mail. when you threw him his first surprise party, he secretly felt touched because his family was never big on physical celebrations.

sae is ridiculously good at anything that involves data and calculations. he participated in a math competition one time in junior high, and he would have made it to the national level had he not been entirely focused on football. refused to tutor rin in algebra though because apparently his little brother has to figure out everything for himself. if it were you though, he would begrudgingly agree.

bachira holds the world record in procrastination. his notebook, pencil, and eraser are still as untouched and pristine as they were on the first day of the academic school year. he does not know what a book is, nor has he read one. he only studied because you refused to cuddle with him otherwise.

ego eats so many cups of instant ramen noodles that his glasses begin to fog up from time to time. anri has to clean the frames and lenses weekly just to make sure his myopic self can even see. at this point, she's the real MVP of the entire series.

barou likes to open the windows right after it rains because he enjoys the sweet smell of petrichor. his ideal day would be spent lounging on a couch with some tea and a novel. it would be even more perfect if you snuggled under the blankets with him.

niko sometimes wakes up in the middle of the night, immensely insecure about his forehead. he thinks it looks giant though it really isn't. you have to brush his fringe back and pepper kisses down his face and remind him that a big forehead means a big, sexy brain, so it really isn't that bad. he believes you and goes back to sleep.

shidou would make fun of boomers. in fact, he'd ridicule every single person he considers past their prime. he does not believe in any form of authority, nor does he like being told what to do. if he had his way, he would have turned the entire world into anarchy a long time ago. the only reason why he doesn't wake up and make himself everyone's problem is because he doesn't want to upset you.

kaiser knows he is very well-endowed physically, so he purposefully walks around your apartment shirtless. if he catches you eyeing him, he will make a big deal out of it. tries to not-so-subtly flex his biceps every time he reaches for the milk carton.

reo loves cocktail dresses, especially in the wine red shade. something about the accentuated figure and natural curves gives him goosebumps. his favorite part of you is when your tummy slightly protrudes after you've eaten too much. you might think it's embarrassing, but he thinks it's adorable.

rin only uses shower gel, mostly because he learned his lesson after using the locker room shower stalls. never use bar soap, always use bottled. he's also the type to always have shower shoes. sae taught him that.

bachira is the type of student to completely misread the question and still not feel bad after the teacher points it out. oh no, he was actually supposed to solve for x, not just circle it? he'll shrug it off like nothing ever happened. at least he tried. the teacher should be grateful for his effort.

sae says he does not understand the sentiments behind cute couple traditions but then proceeds to get upset when you show up to his game without wearing his jersey. would definitely get you matching bracelets for your anniversary.

aiku has a high spice tolerance. he would definitely drown his food either in sriracha or buldak sauce. if you can't handle spicy though, he would set aside a separate plate just for you and manually spoon out the food just to make sure you have something to eat too.

aryu never has dry cuticles. he is always trimming and filing to perfection. sometimes he has beef with your nail tech because he thinks he could have done so much better on your acrylics. refuses to let you go to a salon because he already has all the tools and expertise necessary.

sae does not know how to cook. his manager has always ordered take-out for him. the one time he tried to use a microwave, he completely misread the package instructions and nearly burned the entire building down. called you up with the straightest face afterwards to tell you that the smoke alarms were not shutting off.

barou unconsciously caves into peer pressure. every single new trend makes him rethink his personal style. however, he views it all with an old man mentality. like what are these youngsters doing these days? dying their hair every possible color of the rainbow? he has to do that too. proceeds to call aryu to add red streaks into his own hair. sometimes you have to remind him that external opinion should always taken with a grain of salt.

chigiri has a major sweet tooth. if you so much as bake him one single treat, he will have made plans to put a ring on your finger before he even finishes the damn pastry. his ideal partner is someone mature and understanding who can take care of him well. definitely likes the homemaker type.

gagamaru is the seeing friend in your relationship. no matter how many trips he makes to the optometrist, he will always come back with perfect 20/20 vision. definitely a nature enthusiast, and he loves hiking. even if you're blind as a bat, he will always be there to hold your hand in the dark.

© verysium 2023 / please do not translate, repost, or plagiarize any of my works

[cheesycatz]

Wow! It only took me 966 days of Spamton brainrot to make an actual reference

(text ver under cut)

- Based on ventriloquist dummies and ball-jointed dolls, both of which require strings in order to move

- Bird nostrils: one of the only remaining "addison" features (also I didn't want to make him a chronic mouth-breather)

- Black hair is permanent from puppetification shenanigans

- Widow's peak to make him more skeletal

- Eyes, teeth, and muscles visible through joints are the only biological bits that haven't been covered by the plastic exoskeleton

- Scratches and yellowing across the plastic epidermis

- Tattered suit jacket and dress shirt; repaired with messy stitches and patches on elbows

- Joints poke out weirdly under suit, especially in the torso area

- Toes, tail, fur, skin, and part of his fingers are missing—destroyed in puppetification process

- Seam lines on body to mimic manufactured dolls

- Four fingers because bird

- Shoe-esque feet

- Where are his pants? Top 10 Questions Science Can't Answer

- Technically had an underbite? Your lower teeth are not supposed to be directly below the upper teeth

- "Ball jointed body"—he still has muscle, organs, etc. under the plastic

- Animatronic puppet eyes

- Lazy eye? He just like me fr

- Had blue eyes, but they're more gray at this point

- Pipis are, uh... he canonically makes nests for his eggs of unknown origin, I guess

- Jacket is longer in the back and ripped at the seam

- Design is meant to work in a 3D environment; AKA no weird v-tuber hair flipping when he's facing forwards so he looks more "real"

- Flesh under his chin where the puppet jaw connects to his actual jaw hinge

- Glasses are screens & clear on his end

- Lenses glow

- He controls what [the lenses] display when he's not having one of his frequent mental breakdowns

- Four hair spikes on top make his mullet look less weird from the front

- Blue tongue (mandatory Spamton design element)

- Addison Spam: 4 ft 11 in without those heels

- Puppet Spam: 3 ft 6 in - height of a ventriloquist dummy

- Puppetification: he slowly transformed into a living puppet due to his exposure to supernatural forces beyond reality. He was mostly unaware until he was on the streets due to his desecrated mental state.

skill issue

- Most shrinkage is from his legs getting shorter from the puppetification

i think i have developed chronic spamton wasting disease

[rizzyu]

hey there! could i request luxiem reacting to their s/o cosplaying as them or one of their alter egos? :) thanks!♡♡

When You Cosplay As Them

Pairing: Vox, Mysta, Luca, Ike, Shu x gn! reader

Category: Fluff, slightly suggestive if you squint hard enough

Warning: Uhhhh slight cursing in Mysta’s, mentions of exposed chests and smol waists, pet names

Summary: If you’re braindead and didn’t understand the title, this is how the Luxiem members react to you cosplaying as them stoopid :)

A/N: thx for the requeeeeeeeeeeeeeest I wanna cosplay as shuey shu :3

Vox Akuma

As you step out of the changing room, Vox’s eyes widened at the sight of you in the white suit and red shirt identical to his own. And just like his, your black and red hair was sprayed over your shoulders. You looked away from him, blushing, as you were worried about what his reaction would be. “Darling, don’t be shy, look at me.” Your beloved demon walked over and lifted your chin, making you face him. Your red eyeliners and golden lenses were displayed clearly for him to see. “Holy Riku Tazumi, you look so hot.” You felt your face heat up at his comments. Vox chuckled at your reaction and leaned in to peck you on your lips. “See? No need to be shy, you look stunning. I’ll have to take a photo later.”

Mysta Rias

“HOLY SHIT-” Mysta’s lips were left agape, and his eyes got so wide when you walked into you and his shared bedroom wearing a cosplay of him. You were dressed in the orange patterned shirt, white pants, and the fox beret similar to his. You had one hand on your waist, the other lowering your orange sunglasses, showing him your turquoise lenses while slightly sticking your tongue out. Your cleavage was also slightly revealed by the orange shirt. Mysta was ready to just cross his arms over his chest and pass out right there. Why do you look so beautiful?? “So, what do you think?” Your question snapped Mysta out of his thoughts. Mysta lifted your taupe coloured hair to peck your forehead. “Absolutely perfect.”

Luca Kaneshiro

What’s a cleavage? Your entire chest was exposed at this point. Luca’s face immediately heated up at the sight of you in the similar looking white striped suit, dark grey shirt, and fur coat. To be honest, both of you were way too flustered right now. Luca had never seen you wear such exposed clothes, and you never had worn any. “So uhhh… do you like it..?” Luca tried to keep his composure and lifted two thumbs up. “You look so poggers babe.” You chuckled “And you were so adorable just now” You walked over to him to squish his cheeks, causing him to become a blushing mess (not that he wasn’t already). “My cute golden retriever boy” Oh man what did you do to him?

Ike Eveland

Ike leaned forward on his seat when you came out all cute looking in his cosplay. He felt like in heaven when he saw you in heels, fishnet gloves and the golden rimmed glasses. You even held a book and a quill pen by your side as props. You tucked away some of your grey-to-blue coloured hair while slightly blushing. “Heheh, your cosplay was kinda hard to put on. At least it looks good.” Dammit, how could you speak in such a sugar-coated voice while cosplaying as him? You were going to make Ike ascend. Ike walked over to you, and like the gentleman that he is, he took your hand and tenderly placed a peck on the knuckles while keeping eye contact with your golden lenses. “You look way more than good.”

Shu Yamino

“EYYYYYYYYYYYYYY” And that was the hardest Shu had ever eyy-ed before, just from looking at you in his sorcerer cosplay. As soon as you showed Shu your cosplay, it was visible that Shu was looking at your small waist bound in the black corset. “Shuey, it’s not nice to stare~” You chuckled as you managed to snap your banana boi back to reality. “O-oh! S-sorry…” Shu could only sheepishly look away blushing upon getting caught staring at your waist. You pulled him closer by the arm, close enough for you to whisper in his ear. “Don’t worry pretty boy, I often stare at your snatched waist too.” Well if that did not bring the true flustered Shu out. Broski was standing there stuttering and everything. He’s too cute you couldn’t help but giggle at his reaction. “H-hey! Not funny! You’ll be paying back later when I get to hold your snatched waist all to myself!”

[euphorajeon]

taste your whiskey kiss | jjk

— pairing: boxer!jk x f. reader

— genre: fluff (?) | college!au, boxer!jk

— word count: 1.2k

— warnings: long-haired, glasses-wearing jk, annoying jk, oc still wont admit that jk is hot, jk is supposed to be a cs student, making out, mention of oral sex (f. receiving), this is plotless honestly i just miss boxer!gguk T_T

— summary: long-haired jeongguk is a menace. long-haired, glasses-wearing jeongguk is even worse.

— author's note: boxer!gguk is back at last! sorry for the (again) weird summary though. i wrote this in one sitting after that YTC in Busan episode came out and jeongguk blessed us with him wearing glasses :))) anyways. hope you enjoy!

— tags: @dunixxd

masterlist | boxer!gguk masterlist

“Glasses?”

You look up to accept the peck your boyfriend gives you as a greeting while he hums a confirmation, the object perched on his nose knocking against your nose lightly. It’s sled down his nose so much that he looks like a grandpa from your point of view.

“Since when do you wear glasses??”

“Since my mom decided that putting my eyes five centimeters from my computer screen is not good for my sight.” Jeongguk’s hand moves to his nose to adjust his glasses. “She said my codes would never work if I keep mistaking commas for periods.”

You let out a sigh as he takes a seat on his desk chair, his computer displaying lines upon lines of codes you’d never be able to understand.

“You could zoom in, you know, instead of doing a staring contest with the screen,” you say matter-of-factly, sitting cross-legged on his bed. Jeongguk spins his chair around just to give you a one-eyebrow-raise.

“And where’s the fun in that?”

The playful smirk he sports afterwards makes you roll your eyes, not getting why your boyfriend enjoys flirting with danger like that.

“Besides, I can’t see the whole code if I zoom in. Hard to see where it went wrong.”

“Yeah, keep making excuses until you go blind,” you frown as you look at his eyes behind the round lenses. “I won’t help you if you run yourself into a pole.”

Jeongguk shakes his head in mock disappointment. “That’s harsh, babe.”

“That’s your reality if you keep damaging your eyes.”

“Why are you suddenly so hostile? It’s just a pair of glasses.” Jeongguk runs a hand through his long hair, visibly getting frustrated with your elevated emotions.

“I don’t know!” Oh, you do know. “Just— get back to your codes. We can talk about this later.”

“I have something else to do later,” your boyfriend bites back with just as much fervor. “But sure, I can spare some time to talk to you about my glasses.”

He turns back around in his chair and you’re left to stare at the black wavy hair that curls around his nape as he types away on the keyboard.

Despite your denial earlier, you know exactly what got you so worked up like this.

It’s the same thing you felt when Jeongguk first showed up on your doorstep with piercings and a tattoo sleeve, the same thing you felt when he provoked you in the gym, the same thing you felt when he dyed his hair to your favorite color.

You hide behind worrying for his wellbeing when all you want to do is scream how hot he is to his face.

It’s truly unfair how your boyfriend manages to look so hot even in something as simple as a pair of glasses. A pair of prescription glasses at that, too. That combined with the long hair that frames his handsome face perfectly might just be the death of you. It takes everything in you not to pull him away from his coding assignment to tug at his hair as you explore his mouth with your tongue.

Your mind is reeling thinking that all of this is just because one single pair of prescription glasses. And the hair too, you guess, but it’s not like you haven’t experienced what long-haired Jeongguk is like in bed. (He made sure you know that he was a menace a few weeks ago when his hair only reached a bit below his ears.)

By now, you should be immune to whatever shit he’s going to pull, yet here you are.

Half an hour pass before Jeongguk stops typing and lets out a sigh, turning his chair around to face you once again.

“I can’t focus when I know you’re upset with me.” His tone is curt, like you being upset is wasting his time. “So talk.”

“You’re the one who asked me to come, then you blame me when you can’t focus?” you scoff.

“Didn’t think you’d get upset over my fucking glasses.”

“You’re only wearing glasses because you’re too stupid to think that exposing your eyes to such short distance to your monitor is not gonna damage them! You’re the reason why I’m upset!”

“Oh really? Isn’t it because I look too hot in these glasses but you have too much pride to say it to my face?”

You force yourself to sound firm in your one-worded response. “No.”

“No? As in you don’t wanna make out with me right now and fog up my glasses?”

“N-no.”

You’re wavering. It’s over.

“Okay.” Jeongguk shrugs. “I want to make out with you.” The stare he gives you is piercing. “So climb onto my lap and let me take those feisty bites I know you’re dying to give.”

It doesn’t take a second for you to leap off the bed onto his lap, crashing your lips to his in a mess of teeth and tongue. Feels like dejavu when you tug at his lip ring hard enough to make him let out a whimper of pain.

“Why are you so annoying?” you manage to say in between kisses. “If you wanted to make out you could’ve just said so from the fucking start.”

Jeongguk hums, hands on your waist to pull you even closer to him. “You’re more fun when riled up.”

You grab a fistful of his hair and yank hard upon hearing his reason. “Say that again and I’ll withdraw any form of physical intimacy for a month.”

“See?” He grins. “Feisty.”

“Fuck, just kiss me.”

He does, biting your lips and licking into your mouth and sucking on your tongue you can’t help but moan. It just fuels him even further to tighten his grip on your body and steal all the breath away from your lungs.

“Should I— fuck— put on the tongue piercing?” he asks when you roll your hips against his, creating a delicious friction between your bodies.

“No,” you pant. “That thing is— wait.” You pull away a fraction when you remember his words from earlier. “Didn’t you say you have to do something else?”

“Make out with you.”

His lips chase yours but you evade them, confused. “Huh?”

“My to-do-list. For today. Make out with you. Nothing else.”

You let him capture your bottom lip between his lips to suck and chew on like a kid would to a jelly while you contemplate the meaning behind his answer.

Once you understand, you deliver a harsh bite to his bottom lip, making him hiss (in pleasure or pain, you don’t care.)

“Yeah, babe, hurt me with your mouth,” he moans, but it doesn’t last long as he pulls away with another hiss.

“Ah, gotta take these off though, it’s digging into my nose.”

He slips the glasses off his nose, a faint red mark from where it pressed too hard on his skin. You move to place a soft kiss against the flesh, a stark contrast to how you’ve been kissing each other seconds ago.

“That’s what you get for being annoying.”

“Your kiss? Yes please.”

“Shut up.”

He dives back in for your lips, but barely a second pass when he pulls away again, making you groan impatiently. “For someone who wants to make out with me, you sure are pulling away a lot.”

“Just thinking,” he says. “How about I put on the tongue piercing and eat you out until you beg me to stop? Last time you only lasted three, let’s make it five this time, hm?”

You give him six.

a/n: i haven't written in 4 months so i apologize that this is bad hehe. thanks for reading! any feedbacks here will be appreciated :D

[ironstrange1991]

You Are My Home

Pairing: Stephen!Strange x Fem!Reader

Synopsis: Stephen is happy to get home and have you there waiting for him.

Word Count: 1,5k

Warnings: Very lovely p n v sex, basically just fluff.

A/N: Wrote this yesterday afternoon and decided to post it while the sex pollen fic isn't ready yet. Hope you like it.

Stephen used to be a man of exquisite tastes, who wanted to own the best car, impress as many women as possible, draw the most attention to himself at all times. This was Stephen before the accident, then there was Stephen after the accident, the one who lost everything he owned, who stopped looking after himself because he just couldn't make his hands obey him, the one who found purpose in the mystical arts and which ended up being dragged into the infinity war and blipped for five years.

Today Stephen was a third type of man. Less arrogant, more wise, he liked to think. Neither rich nor poor, but a comfortable thing between those two, somewhat eccentric in style for his old self's eyes, but most important of all: Stephen had you now. The woman he met after returning from the blip, with whom he had been together for three years and who had now agreed to live with him permanently in the Sanctum. Stephen was for all intents and purposes married now, although the papers still hadn't been signed and he still hadn't slipped a ring on your finger.

He never thought it could make him so happy. Of course, you made him happy enough just by loving him, but there was something special about knowing that every time he came home you were there to welcome him. It made him feel that everything he fought for, sometimes such abstract concepts as reality, the universe, now had a form and a name. You.

That night when Stephen opened a portal to the Sanctum after returning from an extremely long mission, he felt lots of feelings welling up in his chest. Satisfaction and a sense of accomplishment for having succeeded in yet another mission, relief for finally being home and knowing that he could take a shower and give his tired body the much-deserved rest, and a much stronger feeling, one that dominated all the others: gratitude for you being the first thing he saw when he got home.

You laid lazily under a blanket in the sofa of the living room, distracted by whatever it was you were watching. Your face lit only by the brightness that came from the tv once all the lights were off and just for being there, Stephen thought, you made the Sanctum Sanctorum really feel like home.

The loud sound of the tv and the horrendous screams and a horrifying music were enough reasons for you not to notice his presence, which made Stephen smirk to himself and close the portal behind him. He walked slowly towards you, his boots making the floor under his feet squeak and finally you looked up at him with a beautiful smile and promptly sat down crisscrossed on the couch.

"Hey, you're here. I had already given up hope that you would come back today." You said stretching out your hand for him to hold and pulling him closer.

"I confess it took me longer than I expected this time, but in the end you know I always come back to you." He said snapping his fingers and turning on the living room lamps, which made you squint behind the lenses of your glasses. You examined him closely, running your hands down his arms and chest and then letting out a small sigh of relief.

"No injuries this time, a real miracle."

"Sometimes it happens." Stephen chuckled, reaching his hands up to the sides of your glasses and carefully taking them off. He placed them on top of the coffee table. "Now I want a welcome kiss."

With those words, Cloaky let go of his shoulders and flew up the stairs as if it knew the two of you deserved a few moments alone after everything Stephen had been through the last few days.

"Hm, I think I want to give you more than just a kiss." You replied letting yourself be pulled to his lips. Stephen wrapped his arms around your waist and lifted you off the couch like you weighed nothing. He sat up and helped you straddle him and as soon as you settled into his lap you pulled him to your lips again, your hand holding him around the back of his neck, the other running aimlessly down his chest, your hips gridding on him until you managed to get a moan from his lips. Moan that you smothered with your kisses full of saliva, teeth, and desire.

Now this feels like home. Stephen thought.

"I missed you, Stephen." You breathed right under his ear, making his skin tingle and an electrical current run down his spine towards his cock, making him throb beneath you.

"I missed you too, Sweetheart."

Unable to contain the desire he felt for you, Stephen grabbed your hips and forced you down, grinding you on his cock and closing his eyes, lolling his head back and letting you continue with your kisses and nibbles on his lips, chin and neck. It all felt too good to be true. He had won one more mission, he was home and you were there in his lap.

He exhaled deeply cupping your face between his hands. "Let's go upstairs, I need a shower first, I'm all sweaty and dirty."

But you were eager to deny his suggestion, grabbing a handful of his hair in the back of his head and placing your other hand flat on his chest to hold him in place.

You buried your face in the crook of his neck and inhaled deeply, "I like it. It's very masculine."

Stephen couldn't help but giggle, but shortly after he let out a loud moan when you rolled your hips on top of his cock in such a way that he saw stars. After 12 days away from home, he was climbing the walls, begging for some relief and you were more than willing to torture him with all that tease.

"You smell good actually. Makes me horny." You confessed. Stephen loved that about you. You were always so open about everything with him, especially in bed.

"May I?" You asked taking your hands to his belts and glancing at him through your lashes.

He nodded and you were quick to unbuckle all the belts. After years of doing that you could tell you were used to dealing with Stephen's robes, and an instant later you had his cock out of his pants. You pumped him slowly and then stopped for a second just to spit in your hand and bring the saliva to the tip of his cock. You lifted yourself up enough to pull the pajama shorts you were wearing to the side and direct him inside you.

"Fuck" Stephen groaned when you let yourself sink on his length. His head tilting back, eyes closing.

You kissed him passionately, but instead of starting to move you just stood there, still, feeling him pulsing inside you. That was like heaven for you.

When you finally moved, you did it slowly, not necessarily searching for a release, but taking your time, enjoying the feeling of having the man you loved between your legs.

He didn't thrust up, instead he pulled you to his mouth, placing kisses on your lips, on your chin, down to your neck, rubbing his goatee there and smirking at the prickling of your skin. He loved that.

You kept that slow motion pace for what seemed like a long time, neither of you willing to change a thing about it, reveling in that intimacy of making love instead of fucking that you knew was so rare.

When your release came it wasn't like an explosion, but like a flowing river, strong but calm, long but silent. You buried your face in his neck, moaning softly and breathing hard, your body trembling on top of his.

He tightened his grip on your hips, moving you back and forth on his cock, prolonging your climax and you felt his cock pulsing harder inside you, his breathing getting harder. You cupped his face in your hands and rested your forehead against his, your eyes locked, but neither of you said anything, not with words at least.

When his release came, he kissed you passionately and your bodies movements stopped completely, you could feel his cock pulsing and spurting his warm cum inside you. It felt right, it felt like home.

Stephen doubted he would ever get used to coming inside you. Not because of the act itself, but because of the sensation, the consummation of a love so great that it went far beyond sex, but that somehow was enshrined in that gesture. He was sure there was something sacred about the way you made him feel when he came on you.

You stayed a few minutes without exchanging a word. You dropped your body weight on top of his and he wrapped his arms around you keeping the two of you connected and the silence never felt more comfortable. Just your soft breath against his chest and his on the top of your head. Outside Stephen could hear the sound of cars passing in the street, but inside the Sanctum the complicit silence prevailed.

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Miguel x nerdy glasses wearing reader 💗

he loves a sweet little nerd to match his big, gruff nerd energy 💓

miguel o'hara x nerdy glasses-wearing reader

miguel o'hara is an intimidating man, a scary, aloof man that always seems to have some reason to be angry at and snap everybody whenever he's in a sour mood. though, little does anyone know that miguel... is a big biology nerd; he spends hours in his personal laboratory and study, just reading and rereading research manuscripts authored by his favorite geneticists and biologists, not because he needs to, but because he finds solace and enjoyment in doing so. he has never shown this side of himself to anybody, not until the new recruit came in and wowed everybody with their extensive knowledge of the human body and the anatomy of spiders.

you were the perfect recruit, and be it in the lab making up all sorts of serums and necessary chemicals, or being in action and finding all the loopholes to the villains' and anomalies schemes—you were just the smartest cookie any of the spiders have ever met, and one with the prettiest eyes underneath those big glasses of yours. you weren't the most confident about your glasses, you preferred your contacts because they didn't stand out, but you hated getting them in and out everyday and maintaining their cleanliness. you resorted to glasses to make your life easier, and the first time you wore glasses at HQ... you really hadn't expected miguel to be staring off into your eyes behind those lenses longer than he usually does when talking to you.

one instance was when miguel took you to his personal lab as his lab partner, or so you call yourself, and he couldn't help but stare at your beautiful eyes every time they lit up when you'd see all the technologically advanced lab apparatuses he had and all the specimen in petri dishes—it was like you were a kid in a candy store, you were so exciteable around all these equipment and all the possibilities that would be made into realities at these. you were helping miguel whip up a new batch of rapture for him, and when you took the reins this time in making it, miguel couldn't help but keep looking at you when you were measuring the components and mixing the chemicals together. when he'd hand you some equipment, he'd accidentally fumble about and hand you the wrong tool—making you correct him awkwardly and smile while stifling a laugh.

"mig, i asked for a graduated cylinder... this is a beaker." you told him with a shy chuckle as you set the glass apparatus away, making miguel scratch his head and apologize softly, a rare sight for such an intimidating man. you giggled gently and nodded. "it's okay, mig." you reassured him as you leaned over to his side and took the graduated cylinder, moving yourself a little closer to miguel than you were before; practically touching him as you leaned over to him.

you two also nerd out a lot about science, specifically biology—you loved learning all about the natural processes of life, it excited you so much to learn more about biology and about life, which... kinda made miguel excited, too, because he had never met anybody like you, or like him for that matter. whenever he'd bring up an obscure biology term, you'd quip with a few more of your own, all the way until you two were talking like walking and breathing biology research papers, smiling all the while as you two nerded out, with everyone else being lost at what they're hearing and seeing unfold between you two.

and when your glasses slowly begin to fall off your face as you're excitedly nerding out to him or discussing to him your interests, miguel instinctively pushes them back up your face all gently, and his touch on your cheek lingers for a short moment, until he forces himself to move back and let go of you. "you're... really nice to look at like this. i like your glasses, a-and i like your... face when you wear them, i-i really... like your... your eyes." he murmurs, looking up at you from underneath his eyelashes, his chestnut brown eyes gazing up at you and looking away from you shyly, making you all embarrassed and smiley at his bashful and flattering remark. "th-thanks..." you whispered as he chuckled under his breath. "no... problem."

he wasn't the most skilled at being a sociable person, but he, too, was like you—a nerd, a nerd that loved the most intricate parts of life—and wanted to spend the rest of your life with him, regardless if he was able to articulate his truest feelings towards you to your face or not. he just wanted you to know that he found you beautiful, oh so beautiful—and that nothing will make him love you like this any less; he'll just keep pumping out more oxytocin for you involuntarily as his serotonin levels go up every time he's around you.

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[ronearoundblindly]

No Promises (1)

Lloyd Hansen x rival assassin!Reader

Itsy-Bitsy Teeny-Weeny Deadly Polka Dot Bikini

Summary: Lloyd gets outsmarted.

Warnings for HE'S AN A**HOLE AND I SHOULDN'T NEED TO TELL YOU THAT, illusions to sex/imagined sexual acts, general body-shaming, nasty thoughts, drugging/murder, and the unbelievable thrill of Lloyd getting taken down a few pegs. MINORS DNI. WC ~900

Lloyd impatiently taps his pinky ring on his binoculars, adjusting the lenses.

He hates waiting, but there’s nothing for it. The job is to retrieve something this man stole without evidence that anything was stolen from him.

Oh, and kill the fucker. Obviously.

Man’s a thief.

Well, Lloyd’s a thief, too, in a way, but he doesn’t bother to steal without reason. He gets a payday out of it.

This guy—this grossly-obese, sack of shit chumming it up poolside at a resort—also thinks he’s getting a payday out of it, yeah, but Lloyd is so much better than that. He’d see the reality of his situation. He wouldn’t be this stupid. He wouldn’t be spending the money before the exchange was made.

Easy pickings is what this guy is.

All Lloyd has to do is make it look like the middle-aged, fake-tanned Pillsbury Doughboy down there had a heart attack…which might actually happen at the rate his target is shoveling antipasto down his gullet.

Lloyd wipes his own mouth in disgust.

The women have the right idea though, especially the one in the yellow bikini.

His target looks like a desperate and lonely man, whether flashing around wealth or not, so leech away, ladies. Enjoy the free ride while it lasts.

Lloyd frowns and spits over the balcony where he watches. He just imagined the yellow bikini riding that sweaty hippo down there—more to the point, he imagined having to surveil the man while fatso tried to fuck a woman like that—and feels queazy.

Some parts of the job he likes. Some parts he doesn’t. Lloyd gets paid either way.

He leans back for a moment, resting his eyes from the high magnification and the bright sun above. He takes in the mind-numbing, incessant beat of island drums that converges from multiple ‘bands’ across the property into the worst white noise.

Lloyd would rather hear the whimpering, whining screams of torture.

Where the fuck are the waves and relaxing shit?

For effect, a gull screeches at him from the next railing over.

“I will fucking eat you,” Lloyd sharply chuckles back, and then he picks up his slippery, cold Arnold Palmer and smacks his lips.

You know what they say: If you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your whole life.

That’s true. Lloyd’s proven that. The missing part is that if work isn’t work then vacation isn’t vacation, so one has to make do with thrills where they find them.

Lloyd gently lifts the silencer-tipped gun from his lap and shoots the gull right off its perch. He makes a long whistling noise as the carcass falls and lands with a satisfying thud against some enormous bush leaves.

This is going to be easy, he thinks, sipping his refreshment slowly. Child’s play.

He sets down the glass and the gun, repositioning the binoculars over the possibly-sunburnt bridge of his nose.

Watching this poser of a paunch groping the decent-looking, sunshine girl is making him plan out seeing someone of his own tonight. He’ll be done with the guy early enough; plenty of time to find a self-conscious chubster willing to suck and fuck hard for a few praises. It’s basically charity work, but again, work isn’t really work, is it?

Lloyd has to follow the repetitive grind of yellow-tied hips and watch the front bow bounce between breasts to notice that she’s yanking at the string.

He might be in real luck. Is he about to get a show?

The bikini top doesn’t fall away, however, and it’s suddenly missing the white bead marking the edge of the seam.

Sunshine's hands go up in the air, reaching and swaying with the beat, until she turns and drops something small—like a fucking pill—into the target’s drink, reaching for his face and cooing dirty, little things, it seems, by the distracted burst of the man’s pupils.

Mother fucker.

Lloyd sprints back through the sliding door and out of his room, he vaults the banisters to jump down three flights in the stairwell and only emerges at the poolside to see his target collapsing forward, the bikini bitch groping the body as it falls to sneak a keycard out of his pocket.

She screams bloody murder and everyone fucking buys the act. She scrabbles away, bare palms on the concrete, one holding his goddamn prize, until she slips backward into the pool.

“Son of a…” Lloyd scowls, but there are too many people moving over the walkway to rubberneck.

He sees happy, dotted yellow emerge from the other side of the water, empty-handed, a sympathetic towel thrown over a clearly shocked woman.

From across the courtyard, you, Sunshine, turn in Lloyd’s direction, pulling at the front of your suit bottoms to emphasize a stiff, rectangular shape underneath.

You’re staring right at him when slowly raising a middle finger and winking before wrapping the generic towel tighter.

Onlookers and good samaritans gather, crossing in between you two. He can’t make a scene.

Then you’re gone, folded into the wave of terry cloth that ripples and recedes with passing drama.

He stands there, dumbfounded, ten feet away from a dead seagull.

Did…did Lloyd just fucking lose?

A/N: *evil, unhinged laughter* This shit is gonna be fun....

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[mandarinmoons]

Annabel Lee - Spencer Reid

Hello! This lil' fic was inspired by a video of Matthew reading the poem Annabel Lee by Edgar Allan Poe found here !

Summary: When you're not able to sleep Spencer to throw out ways to help you, but turns out the solution was right in front of you

Warnings: none

I haven't written in a while so pls let me know your thoughts!

For the past week, every time you tried to close your eyes and sleep, you’d be kept up for hours on end. Tossing from one side to the other, trying out an array of different positions to feel comfortable enough to finally catch some rest, nothing would help.

When the issue was brought forth to Spencer he would list out an endless list of suggestions to try and find something that could eventually work

“Hmm let’s see, have you tried herbal-”

“Yes Spencer.”

“Okay, what about…”

You felt your thoughts drift off and eyes grow heavy as Spencer kept listing off different solutions for you to try out in hopes of finally getting some rest. A moment later you were snapped out of your thoughts when you felt a soft shake on your shoulder and were brought back to reality, “You okay Y/N?”. You blinked a few times and gazed at the concerned boy in front of you, realizing that the answer was there right in front of you and a small smile tugged on your lips, “I’m better than ever Spence. I have an idea.”

That night, Spencer came over to your apartment. The weather forecast had predicted heavy rain and when Spencer entered your apartment, you could well see that it had come true. Spencer’s hair was matted to his forehead from the rain and you were surprised he managed to walk all the way there because the rain had completely drenched the lenses of his glasses. You ran to get him a towel and chuckled as you ruffled the fabric over his hair, causing him to smile lightly. 

After fetching him a warm blanket and making him a cup of hot chamomile tea, you both laid in your bed. Spencer brought over a poetry book to read to you and your eyes widened with curiosity. You just thought that you both would talk until you eventually ended up passing out, seeing that Spencer’s voice seemed to soothe you so much to the point of relaxation, but hearing Spencer's idea caused your heart to do a little flip. You thought that it was adorable.

So there you were, head resting in Spencer’s lap as he held a book of various poets' works in his hand. He would occasionally glance down at you and smile sweetly seeing how relaxed you seemed. The piece that finally did it for you was one by Edgar Allan Poe.

As the poem went on you felt your heartstrings being played with so hard that you thought you felt tears prick to your eyes. And the strangest thing of all was that when you looked over at Spencer, you swore you saw him look into your eyes as he kept reading it out loud.

“Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,” 

That was it, those were the words that melted your heart and caused your breath to go shaky. A few lines later Spencer finished the poem and he placed the book down and turned his attention to you. His brows furrowed upon seeing your glassy eyes. His hand brushed against your cheek in a comforting way, “Hey you okay?”. 

You nodded and shook your head lightly, “It was a really nice poem, thank you”. Spencer smiled and poked your cheek lightly which caused a small giggle to fall from your mouth.

“Do you think you’ll be able to sleep now?”

You smiled up at him and poked his cheek in return, “Without a doubt.”

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How does it feel to be in love with you + How does your current/future lover view you?

It's been a long time since I have done a reading as I was on a break I guess but I am back for now and I sincerely hope you will love this reading.

¶How to pick a pile : If you have difficulty choosing a pile. Then take a breath and close your eyes. After opening your eyes, the picture you see first is your pile. Don't doubt your gut/intuition. Trust your intuition.

¶Disclaimer ⚠️ : This is a general reading. So, take what resonates and leave behind the rest. Some messages may not resonate with you. This reading is for entertainment purposes. Don't make decisions depending on this reading. You are the only one who creates your own reality.

ᴘɪʟᴇs -> 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐋𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

Group 1

How does it feel to be in love with you?

It's ethereal, to be in love with you means someone is getting a devoted lover who will be there for them 24/7 It feels to be lucky to be in love with you. You take care of likes and dislikes of the person. You constantly check upon your partner are they feeling all right without bring too obvious about it. You like to romanticize your partner a lot, a lot I mean. You are a lover which we see in rom-com you have a unique kind of humour which everyone thinks is kinda weird but you love making your partner laugh. You have your flaws too, you may sometimes be seen as an overprotective person and you are easily jealous. Your love language is gift giving and words of affirmation and a little bit of everything. The best part is that you respect the boundaries of your partner. Also the best supporter they could ever get. When they are anxious about something, you help them calm down by finding a logical solution. If there is a special occasion you will always prefer to plan a surprise for your partner. You may like to plan a small and cute date with them too (They find it cute though).

How does your lover view you?

Are you in a relationship currently? If you are, it's from them.

They see you as someone who is dreamy. They are so cute, gosh. They have such a sweet vibe to them. They respect you so so much and they may speak/type a bit faster than normal. They always think about you and find excuses to see you, meet you and talk to you. They may like to play an instrument or sing something for you. They want to travel with you. Their thoughts are filled with you. They seem to think how can someone be so pretty/handsome and still be with them (they are insecure of themselves a bit). Your saying is a order to them (not in a bad way) but they want to serve to you, surrender themselves to you. You seem out of their league to them. They may wear glasses/contact lenses. They were/will be in love with you when the first time they laid their eyes upon you. They want all of you for themselves only. But the thing they dislike about you is that you seem to hide things not to burden them but they want to share your worries too. Like they want to say, "If I laughed with you in your happiness then I want to share your sadness in bad times that's what I am here for you".

Group 11

How does it feel to be in love with you?

You are a childish and mature person at the same time. No one, seriously no one can expect what will come up next with you. It's a blessing to be in love with you. It's being like the partner is being taken care of and you need to be taken care of by your partner (emotionally, mentally and physically) You are an independent person and you don't cling too much. Your maturity is the best part you handle every situation like no one else can whether it be at home , work or in love. You may not look like but you care for your lover so so much that even they don't have the idea. You take some time to open up to someone. You may love to buy things for your lover and being touchy with them. You want to see them every minute of the day but somehow you don't make it obvious. They are on your mind all the time. You think you have gone crazy by how you feel because of them. You daydream about your future with them and want to be complimented by them. You want their focus to be on you and you only. You treat them the best and you respect them. Your lover is always admired by you. You both are team and want to fight against odds together.

How does your lover view you?

Your lover exudes the same energy as you. They love that you are an independent person and you don't need anyone to take care of you but you still have fallen for them. Your love is genuine for them. You understand them the best maybe in their life most people misunderstood them and they're very much glad that their lover is the best. They see you as god/goddess and literally want to worship you exactly like "I kiss the ground, she walks on." Your lover is wealthy like filthy rich and they want you to be spoiled (in a good way). You take their breath away every moment they see you even if you are just laying on your bed. They love to adore you. You both are mature persons, both of you can disagree on something (and that's totally normal) but both of you take care of it so maturely. This may be a long-term comittment or even lead to marriage. They love your mind. Your lover is someone who is just sexual as you. The sexual tension you both have, Oh Ma Gawd don't even get me started. They love going on dates with you and spending quality time together. Their love language may even be acts of service. They love you so so much, you better be ready for them.

Group 111

How does it feel to be in love with you?

Being in love with you is the best feeling. Everybody wants to have a taste of your love. Do you have a thing for sweet eatables or chocolate? You would do anything for your lover, anything. You love to be in love. You give butterflies to your partner just by being yourself. You are more chatty around your partner than normally. You are different person in front of others amd your person. You are mysterious, detached towards others while soft, cute in front of your person. You brag about them in front of your friends, parents about how they take care of you and are so good to you. You may like public display of affection because you live to show off in front of others (in a good way ofc) You maybe into social media and you never forget to mention about them whenever you get the chance. You love baking and cooking for them. You are a good cook tbh, keep it up. You make sure when you leave/enter your home to interact with your partner. You are the cutest and sweetest, dang.

How does your lover view you?

Your lover has only eyes for you, when they are with you nothing else matters for them, you are the only one who matters to them. Your lover will be always ready if someone hurt you, kinda protective but not overprotective. They view you as a kind, calm soul that is familiar to them, maybe you both have a past-life connection. Whenever they are sad your one smile fades all that away. Your kindness is fascinating to them. You love kids and animals. They just want you to lean on them a bit more because you seem to go through everything on your own. You never let anything get in your way whether it'd be a person or any obstacle. You are brave and courageous and they admire that. You have that work-life balance you maintain that they may have not. You give extra attention towards your health than anything else. You may like to get dressed up and they like your fashion sense maybe it's a bit quirky but still you slay it like a king/queen.

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