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ovaryacted · 4 months

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*clears throat* subspace!Leon. That is all

MDNI/18+. NSFW.

Yeah, yeah…yeah. Let’s fucking cook for a second. (I’m gonna write this out in a rush at work so if it’s choppy I’m sorry lmao).

Let me set the scene: Leon completely fucked out and a mess after feeling so good. It doesn’t matter what exactly was done, what position he’s in, whether he’s on top or more on the receiving end. He’ll just turn into a whiney mess and craves more attention and affection. If he’s in missionary, he’d dig his face into your neck and wrap his arms around you, probably start crying and mumbling in your ear because he has no filter when he’s in subspace. He says the first thing that comes to mind: I love you, you feel so good, more more more. His inhibitions are just completely unrestricted, and he gets clingy and more desperate even if he’s the one fucking you.

But if you’re the one fucking him? That’s another story.

Whether that’s you riding him without stopping, edging him, or fucking him with the strap, he’s a goner. Leon isn’t used to being so pliable, to be put in the position to just receive. Pulling on his hair or biting at his ear will send him into a frenzy, touching him any which way after he’s climaxed twice makes his mind go blank. Every part of him is sensitive and hyperaware, twitching and on edge the more you do or say to him. He can’t think, can’t speak, can’t describe how he feels or can verbally say what he wants. He just lets you use him in a way, wants you to get off because what helps you reach that edge is what arouses him by default.

Leon would have his hands everywhere, his eyes rolling to the back of his head, all glassy and unfocused. Tears would be rolling down his flushed cheeks, and his breathing is just so shaky, his chest rising and falling with every groan and whimper he releases. The moment he hits the edge of overstimulation, his brain just stops working, talks incoherently under his breath and continues to whine like a bitch in heat.

You’d have to be gentle with him, make sure he doesn’t slip too far because he can. Leon finds comfort in the lack of control, in the ability to no longer have to think and have someone else lead. It’s what he wants, what he needs, what he craves.

His lips would be everywhere too, having an oral fixation he needs to have something in his mouth to calm down or to stay present in the moment. Your favorite thing to do is to guide his face towards your chest, letting him suck at your nipples while you run your fingers through his hair as you fuck him. He whimpers when he gets to do that, just sucks on them comfortingly and hums mindlessly as he does. If he’s really that deep into subspace, he’ll call you Mommy under his breath and will get upset if you pull him away from your chest too soon.

After you’re done with him, it’s all softness and affection for the rest of the time. Gently caressing his body, telling him affirmations and words of love and affection as he comes back from the immense high. You don’t rush Leon from the comedown, and depending on how intense it is, he’ll need more attention or more time with you for reassurance and comfort. Anything he needs, you’re willing to provide, because it’s what he deserves and because you love him. Simple as that. You make him feel safe and loved in his arms, and it’s so easy for him to slip away into sleep knowing you’d be there in the morning when he wakes up.

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nefertitiacai · 1 year

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THE MASTER MANIFESTERS (astro observations)

Just to note: every person can become a master manifester. These are just some of my observations. Enjoy!

₍ ᐢ.ˬ.ᐢ₎˚୨୧ It's 5:55 while I'm typing this.

🎖️ Part of fortune/ Pars fortunae in the second house or Taurus can manifest food that they crave and skincare/make-up products easily. (They can also potentially cook well).

🎖️ If a person lets down a person with prominent Leo placements (especially if it's in Sun, Mars, Mercury, or Saturn) and prays for their downfall then I must say that they will certainly be disappointed. Since Leos are fuming and you insulting them just fuels them to be more driven in their aspirations. It surely helps them manifest great things while proving haters wrong simultaneously.

🎖️ The power that Jupiter in the 12th house natives hold when it comes to manifesting is immaculate. They just have stored a lot of good karma from their past lives is what I believe. The 12th house also rules the subconscious. The majority of our daily actions are done subconsciously due to habits and having Jupiter over this house comes in handy for these individuals. They are also mentally strong.

🎖️ Sagittarius or 9th house Moon/Venus/Jupiter can manifest philosophical, spiritual, or books with knowledge of higher studies pretty easily. They may have an upbringing with wise parents or their parents may also have a habit of reading, or just meet wise people & partners who gift/suggest them books.

🎖️ If you are a person with 11th house placements then I'd suggest you manifest things by using technology and social media (for example: by making Pinterest vision boards).

🎖️ Listening/ saying affirmations while practicing mindfulness can be really beneficial for mercurians especially if they struggle with anxiety.

🎖️ Aries and Pisces placements can be "delusional". If it's done with a positive connotation then they will manifest great things.

🎖️ If "lucky girl syndrome" was a person then I would say they would be a Venus, Jupiter, and Neptune dominant.

🎖️ And if listening to subliminals was a person it would be someone with prominent 12th house placements.

🎖️ Scorpio/Capricorn/10th house/8th house/ Venus-Pluto/ Venus-Saturn placements 🤝 manifesting that revenge glow-up. Their glow-up literally leaves people to be awestruck. You know the quiet and timid kids in school transforming and who have turned into a baddie when you meet them at reunions.

🎖️ Saturnians are also very skilled people when it comes to manifesting. Their indifferent nature makes them detached from the outcome and once they start working for the things which they love then they are set to become great achievers and manifesters. Their stoic and patient demeanor is indeed very admiring.

🎖️ Natives with Jupiter in water signs (Cancer, Scorpio, and Pisces) or houses (4th/8th /12th) can manifest through feelings. (meditating and visualizing the feeling which they will potentially feel if they got what they desired for example: visualizing the feeling of joy you get when you receive an email saying that you're hired.)

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hxnbi · 2 months

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「 THEIR LOVE LANGUAGE︱PART TWO 」

synopsis: the ways that they show their love

— characters: inumaki toge, itadori yuji, fushiguro toji, geto suguru

— contents: fluff, comfort, angst, gn reader

part one | masterlist

INUMAKI TOGE ➽ physical touch and quality time

Physical touch and acts of service go hand in hand for him. Unless you found words like tuna, salmon, and other ingredients "romantic," with not much ability to communicate with words, he does everything in his power to make sure that you know he cares about you. And that means showing his affection through actions—thoughtful actions and spending quality time with you .

Toge might surprise you with your favorite snack when you're feeling down, or he'll quietly support you by being there when you need him most, offering a comforting embrace without a single word. Sometimes, it's how he instinctively reaches out to hold your hand as you navigate the crowded streets of Tokyo or the gentle touch he offers when you're lost in thought in the classroom, only to offer you a bite of his onigiri he was holding.

The small gestures and simple acts make you enjoy being by his side day by day and the little things that matter to him. To be able to hold your hand and spend time with you brings him immeasurable joy in his quiet world. During quiet moments between classes or late-night study sessions at Jujutsu Tech, Toge craves your company, and you're more than happy to skip over to his dorm room and share in the simple pleasure of being together. Your laughter rings out freely in his presence, and the warmth of his smile reflects just the depth of his adoration for you. Those sparking eyes of his looking directly at you and only you are enough to make anybody feel like the third wheel. On missions, Toge's protective instincts kick into overdrive. Toge knows he's strong, and so he does everything to shield you from harm. Even if that means latching onto you like a koala, refusing for you to walk alone.

But beyond the physical, Toge's love language extends beyond the time you both spend together. Whether engaged in conversation or simply enjoying each other's presence in comfortable silence, every moment shared with you is treasured beyond measure. Activities like watching a movie together are silent, but not uncomfortably so. There would be times when you ramble on about while Toge nods and occasionally pipes in with a "salmon" or "tuna." He tries to limit that, as every time a word exits his mouth, you immediately pinch his cheeks and ask him to say something more.

Your relationship wasn't one that could be described in words, but that's all okay. Because you didn't need it.

ITADORI YUJI ➽ physical touch & words of affirmation

Yuji is a heart-on-his-sleeve kind of guy, straight up. On countless occasions, he would be spouting on whatever, whenever expressing his emotions in the form of words and physical touch. He does all this just to let you know that he truly cares and that you are the only one in his heart. Yuji is unapologetically honest about what he thinks and is not above engaging in PDA. And so, he is all over when it comes to you. Quite literally.

It was the kind of feeling where you get butterflies in your stomach whenever Yuji is showering you with his affection. You made him dinner? Well, he's going to make sure that you know that it was the tastiest meal of his life. Have you achieved something? Sure enough, Yuji's going to tell you that he's proud of you. People would often say he could come across as a bit—extremely—clingy in the eyes of the general public, but you didn't mind it all. You knew who Yuji was, and it made you all the more happy that he wore his heart so openly for you. Yuji expresses his love and appreciation by using uplifting and positive words of praise.

"I feel like the luckiest person alive to have you by my side!"

"Whenever I'm with you, everything just feels right."

"You have no idea how much you mean to me..."

All the while, your face would be flushed red as the other first and second years snickered at the brazenness Yuji had. Countless times, he would call out your name, only to then shower you with compliments and affirmations, his voice ringing with sincerity and pure adoration. He refuses to rest until he knows and has heard all that he has to say about you, his most cherished companion, even if that means making everyone else's ears bleed.

Wearing his emotions on his sleeve also meant that, in his most vulnerable moments, his feelings were laid bare for all to see, especially you, the one who knew him the best. Yuji could never hide it from you. But that didn't matter to you. Just like how Yuji would always gush forth utter floods of affectionate words, affirming his love and admiration for you, you would do the same.

You comforted him, patting his head, holding him close to your chest, and telling him that it was all okay. Yuji would constantly pour out his heart to you, and you did the same. In times of comfort, you knew exactly what to say to cheer him up, your words a soothing balm to his broken soul. In your arms, Yuji found solace, sanctuary, and warmth from being by your side. He drew closer until his ear landed right over your chest and your heart, his own heart beating in rhythm with yours. And as he pressed his forehead against yours, his love for you radiated through every touch, every embrace.

None of this was his fault, you would tell him, all the while as you both held each other in your arms.

FUSHIGURO TOJI ➽ acts of service & gift-giving

Like father, like son. Toji is incredibly nonchalant, just like his son. Despite his often aloof demeanour, he still has a keen sense of observation and sharp wit. He approaches situations with a laid-back attitude, rarely showing any outward signs of concern or stress. Much like Megumi, he prefers to keep his emotions guarded in a box, only revealing glimpses of his true feelings to those he trusts. Yet, beneath that cold front of his was just a man who wanted to live his life and, in his own questionable ways, protect those he cared for, traits that he undoubtedly passed on to his son.

The man is gambling half the time, but it isn't without a reason. While he has stopped his excessive gambling ever since meeting you, there’s only one exception to that, and that's you, of course. While practically his entire savings goes into gambling and betting alone, he does it in hopes that he can bet enough money to buy you an expensive gift. A strategy that only works 50% of the time, but it's the effort that counts, you suppose.

He's an aloof, carefree man, but as snarky as Toji is, he still cares, just in his own way. He's not the type to initiate physical affection by wrapping his arms around you and pulling you close. However, it doesn't mean he'd push you away if you approached him for a hug. In fact, he'd willingly let you draw him in, allowing your form to rest against him for as long as you need.

There wasn't much romance going on for Toji, admittedly. He's a man who makes a living using what he knows to survive, for better or for worse. Toji is not above throwing hands. Anyone who dared to lay a hand on you would face his wrath, no questions asked. Whenever he's around, he's like your personal bodyguard. His mere presence by your side is enough to deter anyone from getting too close within a five-foot radius. Toji is undeniably protective, though he rarely shows it overtly; instead, he exudes a gruff exterior.

He's made a lot of enemies over the years, but he'd be damned if any one of those cockroaches ever exploited his 'weak spot'—you. While he may not have always been able to protect those he loved in the past, you were worth every effort. His small acts of service—such as standing by your side—spoke volumes, no matter how violent they may seem. Despite his tough exterior, he'd still find ways to express his affection, even if it meant clumsily shoving gifts into your chest, eliciting laughter from you at his awkwardness in doing so. All his past actions result from his spite towards the jujutsu world, but that is no longer his primary concern now, not even himself. Anyone who says shit to you, he's already on it, making sure they never speak again.

SUGURU GETO ➽ gift-giving & physical touch

Unsurprisingly, this man also has a decent amount of money. After all, being the leader of a religious group has its perks. He has cash, and he is not afraid to use it. He's more than willing to spend some money in exchange for your happiness. In fact, he's all for spending it on his lover. Gift-giving isn't necessarily materialistic. These gifts, though simple in nature, show you that you are special to him. Every gift was thoughtful and personal, and each and every one of them felt familiar; you have seen them while touching some products but not buying them, hinting at your desires in passing conversations. Or even just eyeing a shop from the outside while walking by. Some were even as simple as receiving your favourite snack after a bad day.

But being the leader of a religious organization also meant that he was always busy with something. Several times, you would be sleeping alone in your shared home, only to be woken up hours later in the middle of the night, seeing that Suguru had just returned home. He, of course, would apologize for waking you, but you didn’t mind at all. Because when he comes home, he's all yours. Immediately after entering through the front doors and seeing your face, Suguru would wrap his arms around you, holding you close to his chest. He misses you. He misses you more than you know.

He can't always be around you due to his work, and you know that and understand his reasons, but that doesn't stop him from giving you gifts. There would be times when you would feel a necklace suddenly being wrapped around your neck by Suguru—a handcrafted necklace that he picked up during the instances when he would be walking home after a long day at work, knowing it would complement your style perfectly. Even miles apart, he'll send you handwritten letters filled with heartfelt sentiments and reminders of his love.

For a man who, like Gojo, who, at first glance, is very much the epitome of a charismatic and proper young man, there's also another side of him that craves a sense of security. Suguru felt caught in an endless cycle of exorcism and consumption. For years, he simply couldn't be happy. So, to be able to somehow find even a piece of that happiness in the form of his lover made his heart feel warm. After what life has given him, or rather—cursed him with—just being able to be at your side, holding your hand, felt like a sanctuary. You would be at his side while he was doing his paperwork, at the next chair over, or playing with his hair. In a way, it's therapeutic for both of you to destress and unwind from the long day and be beside each other, relishing each other's company and comfort.

He's incredibly insecure about the complications of his past relationships—so to have you by his side, knowingly, he cherishes that with you. There is nothing he wouldn't do for you.

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universalitgirlsblog2 · 2 months

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💗LOVE , ME 1 💗

This is part 1 of my new series called Love, Me where we will learn how to develop self love .To develop self love , we must establish a relationship with ourself. In this post , I want to talk about how we should be our own biggest fan / best friend & realize that we are complete on our own.

There will be times in your life when no one will support you, not even your best friend , parents , siblings , teachers . It will feel as if the whole world is against you. But one person will be always there for you , no matter what. They will support you in depths of despair. That person is YOU. YOU WILL BE ALWAYS BE THERE FOR YOU !! YOU WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU !! THE PERSON WHO WILL MANIFEST EVERYTHING FOR YOU & GIVE YOU YOUR DREAM LIFE & EVERYTHING YOU HAVE EVER WANTED IS NO ONE BUT YOU !!!! 💗🥿

It's very important to realize that we are always going to be there for us , so it's necessary to love ourselves & feel good about ourselves. We need to appreciate our own effort , we need to be our biggest support & friend. Sometimes there are situations where others are supporting us but we are our own worst enemy. As long as you continue to feel bad about yourself, you will be trapped in a negative spiral.

We need to support ourselves , we need to be always there for us . The problem isn't that others think that we are less , the problem is that we also think that we are less. For example , Elle woods was looked down upon by everyone, they thought that she was just another dumb blond but she proved them wrong. She had unwavering self love & self belief . She always maintained her positivity & didn't allow others negativity to affect herself. When you support yourself, it won't matter if others don't support you. If you know you are doing something right meaning something which will benefit you in future , then you should have faith in yourself. Having faith in yourself is supporting yourself.

You will always be there for you so you must invest in yourself- your education , self care , career etc. The sooner you understand this , the better.

We are complete on our own. We don't need someone to become whole whether it's a friendship or a relationship . If you realize that you are complete on your own , you will stop being desperate. Learn to enjoy your own company . Instead of craving compliments from others , compliment yourself. Look in the mirror & speak your affirmations. I would recommend you to watch Queen , I have also made post on Queen & English vinglish. Click here . These movies explain the importance of self love & being self independent really well.

In conclusion , love yourself & put yourself first since you were always there for yourself & will continue to be .

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evvlevie · 4 months

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Are you desperate to manifest? Then read my advice.

Hello my sweet followers! It's your favorite shifting/manifestation Blogger Evie again, and today I am here to soothe your nerves.

See, if you are anything like me, I know you. I know the way you have been obsessing over this particular desire of yours, closely watching every single possible hint of this desire arriving in your 3D and continuously over-consuming content on social media regarding manifestation/shifting content.

And since I have been there, I know what kind of advice you are craving. What kind of "hack" you are desperately seeking to finally unlock you having everything you have ever wished for. Coming across thousands of methods, overthinking their legitimacy, doubting everything, feeling like you are pushing your desires away, and then panicking, genuinely panicking, over the fact that you are sabotaging your own self and your desires. All of this ending with asking yourself why you deny yourself heaven.

Let me guide you through this.

First of all:

forget everything you have over-consumed in the last days/weeks/months. All of this extracurricular type of knowledge that you acquired regarding manifestations and all of that. Allow the two of us to start with a clean canvas here.

... you done? Thank you, my darling ♥️

Now let me tell you something about manifestation ...

Key, and I mean 🔑 K E Y 🔑 to manifesting things, is trust and faith.

yes. It's that easy, but also that hard.

Due to the way our society is constructed, we life our lives with the expectation that everything good only comes after a lot of hard work, a lot of pressure and most importantly : control.

There you have reason number one why people get in their own way when manifesting things. They doubt their manifestations can arrive "just because" they wished on it or believed on it. They can not trust into the fact, that that is all it can take, they believe they need some sort of control over their blessings. They want to know how it arrives, when it arrives, maybe even why it arrives. They want to control something, because that would satisfy their belief, that nothing comes from nothing.

Y O U are a spiritual being. Y O U are consciousness. Y O U are also the physical environment that you are in. Your 3D is Y O U.

But your cute little desperate, over-consuming ass knows that already doesn't it? Of course you do. And I am here to reward you with your own little ✨A+✨ for effort, but you need to understand the essence of what it means that the 3D is Y O U.

Your 3D is a direct, and I mean direct, translation of your soul. You and your physical environment are tied together. You are conjoined twins. You might seem like two separate entities, but on every level that matters, you guys are one. Your moods get reflected into the 3D, just like the 3D can affect your mood by presenting you a certain situation. But it is important to note, that everything starts with your assumptions, and ends with your 3D producing the physical version of that. Let me say this again: the 3D is a P R O D U C T of YOUR ASSUMPTIONS. Anything that you see, feel, smell whatever, is old news. It is the physical shape of your PAST thoughts.

So now, when you are affirming that your neighbor is in love with you and is going to ask for your hand in marriage, and he doesn't do it the very next day, do you assume your manifestations have failed? Maybe. Are you panicking now, because you have thought a negative thought and the entire internet has taught you, that this negative thought has now prevented you from ever attaining your desire ever? And do you now affirm against your accidental self sabotage in the way that you are drowning your head in forced positive thoughts that you are not believing a single bit? And are you now back to panicking because you know that you don't believe your forced positive thoughts, and you are anxious that this has now pushed your manifestations further back away?

I have been there. In fact I can only type out this scenario because I HAVE FELT THAT WAY.

But rest assured, because here is where my 🔑 K E Y🔑 of trust and faith ties in.

When I tell you, that you are a spiritual energy capable of changing your physical reality as much as you like, as enormously as you want, I want you to think of yourself like a greek god, or a magician of some sort. As if you had a blank notebook in front of you and anything you write in it happens. 100% Guarantee. How powerful would you feel? That's your exact, and I mean exact, power. The 3D is not your commander. You are like a child with infinite fantasy and the 3D is just play-doh that you mold to your liking. Realize your power. And most importantly: ACCEPT it. Accept, that even the bad stuff that had happened to you, happens BECAUSE of you. Nothing ever starts from anything else other than you. Remember: the 3D is like your conjoined twin. It is not your enemy, because it's delayed production shows you things you dislike, it's simply just you.

✨Now imagine this:✨

Let's say you want to manifest, that you get a brand new car. A MINI. Let's say a red one (totally not suggesting this because I drive a red MINI). And let's say you want that car so bad, you look up at the sky and shout at it : "Please god! Let me have a red MINI! Preferably with a heated steering wheel!" AND TO YOUR SURPRISE a woman right next to you overheard your little prayer there and tells you this: "Lucky for you, I am a fortune teller! And I can see that you are driving a red MINI with a heated steering wheel AND it even has Apple Car-Play!" You jump up and down out of joy and nothing can stop you. Your mother just told you that you guys can't afford another car insurance but you don't care, because the fortune teller already told you about your crazy cool red MINI. Suddenly the every MINI-dealership on the planet is destroyed in a hurricane, but you don't care because you know from your fortune-teller that you will get a red MINI, so why would you bother? Two weeks since then have passed, and out of nowhere your father confesses to you, that he has partaken in a crazy poker-game where a random rich dude has gambled with his brand new, red MINI-Cooper and that your very own dad (who you didn't even know, knew how to play poker) has won this amazing car for you (and it even has heated seats!).

This scenario, is what manifestation is for you, every day. Persisting in a fact that you already have something, despite the 3D showing you different, is trust and faith in yourself as the one and only creator of your reality. YOU are your own fortune teller. YOU know, that your desire is on its way to you, because you decided that it is. Every single time, you manifest things and the opposite is showing up, you need to be your own best friend, your own hero, your own fortune teller and your own creator and remind yourself, that you have all of your desires on their way, because only you can make a decision in your realm. You look outside of the window and there is no MINI in the driveway? Well I guess the translation into the 3D is slow again, because I know I manifested one.

Things have always taken its longest way to me, when I desperately tried to control. Tried to monitor and tried to micro-manage the way stuff happens. And when it didn't come quick enough, I would blame myself and question my powers. But there is no reason to question your powers, when you as the creator are prefect in creating. Your production might be slow, It might be weird and it produces in unexpected ways, but it's for sure reliable. When you put oranges into a juicing machine, you get orange juice. You just have to trust into your own production company that its producing your products (and they are).

There is no reason, no room for anxiety, for overthinking or doubts. The process is simple. You order, you get. Every time. Nothing else. And sometimes you see your old orders before you see your recent ones, but that's okay your recent ones are still on their way. If you were to bawl your eyes out the moment your mother told you, she won't buy you a red MINI, that wouldn't have changed the fact that the fortune teller already predicted you that car. You would just be crying for no reason, but idk maybe you just need to? Who am I to judge the reason someone is crying, bestie?

Manifesting with this anxious overthinking scenario I showed you earlier can feel heavy, but I am here to remind you, that your anxious 3D-reactions are not postponing your manifestations, if you as a creator decide, that you are allowed to react without consequences, or at least without the consequences you would disapprove of. If you panic, and you feel like every single thought matters and manifests, then yeah obviously. The trick is to realize, that there is a cheat code to everything, and in this case, it's deciding that certain things just never happen because you don't want them to.

So finally I want you guys to remember:

be your own fortune teller, and trust into the fact that you always predict correctly.

yours in every reality,

Evie <3

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cloverstayy · 4 months

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𝚆𝙾𝙻𝙵𝙸𝚂𝙷 ⇢ 𝗕𝗔𝗡𝗚 𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡&𝘺/𝘯

First off, thank you so much Anon for suggesting this absolutely adorable idea! And if you've got an endless supply of them, go ahead and send 'em my way! I'll make a list.

That being said, I honestly had a lot of fun making this one. I have an 8-year-old little boy, so I kind of got to relive that time during my pregnancy. I hope I did your suggestion justice and you enjoy it! If you read this, thank you. Please reblog to share as it honestly makes me insanely happy when others can enjoy my work!

STORY RATING E for everyone.

TYPE husband!chan and wife!y/n, slice of life

CONTENT WARNING Brief use of explicit language at the end, otherwise absolutely NOTHING besides a ton of fluff!

W/C 2,160

“Oh my fucking god,” I groaned, the sudden mention of a food I’d been craving almost daily suddenly evoked the undeniable necessity for said the item. Immediately, “That sounds absolutely fucking delicious, baby."

“Y/n?”

My attention bounced from the phone in my hands over to the nurse straddling the doorway directly between the main waiting area and exam rooms. She clutched a clipboard close to her chest as her eyes leveled with my own, a soft smile blooming across her face in greeting.

“Chris, babe, c’mon. That’s us.”

My fingertips grazed his bicep, having quickly traveled down to his forearm to deliver a placid squeeze.

Chris’ eyes sought mine as an shallow hum resounded from his chest; the palm of his hand asserted the gentlest of guiding pressures against my lower back as we both made our way to the waiting nurse.

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“Alright, Y/n. I’ll have you hop up here,” The nurse gestured with a nod in the direction of the the exam chair. “How’s your first trimester been so far?”

I padded towards said chair, positioning my body so my behind was pressed flush against the chair’s edge. I planted a palm on either side of my hips and hoisted myself up the rest of the way, “Ah, well, y’know…its been an experience, I’ll say that much.”

A seasoned hum bristled from the nurse, who had already started to prepare the sonographer’s machine. The quiet click, click, clack of the mechanical keyboard filled the room as she navigated through several menus before locating the correct patient file.

“This is your first, right?” Her head moved to make eye contact, however her body maintained it’s station as her hands continued to fly across the keys.

The nurse paused, her focus dialed into me as I acknowledged with an affirmative hum.

Her head returned to it’s previous position as she flipped through several more menus, logging updated numbers for my vitals, “Well, I’d say calling it an experience is quite accurate! You both excited to find out the gender?”

Noticing Chris had become distracted on his phone, presumably answering something important, I gently nudged his elbow with my foot to capture his attention.

His eyes flitted upwards, darting between the nurse and myself as a sheepish smile painted his features. Chris readjusted in the chair directly adjacent to the exam chair, sliding his phone into his back pocket before responding, “I have been counting down the days. Between myself, Y/n and my bandmates, its an even split.”

Having completed the prep work for the sonographer, the nurse swiveled on her heels as she faced the both of us, “Well, good thing you there is a 50/50 chance someone is right. Though, I’ve gotta know, what are mom and dad hoping for?”

Sharing the same braincell and without missing a beat, Chris and I responded in tandem, “Girl.”

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“Alright, Y/n, I’m going to take a view measurements and make sure everything is growing the way its supposed to and that everything is in its correct place. So I may get quiet for a moment, but after I’m done, the we will do the exciting part, yeah?” The sonographer clarified as she pulled a pair of latex gloves from an overhead cubby near the machine’s monitor.

Drawing in a gulp of air, I signaled my understanding with a brief nod of my head, “Take all the time you need! Baby’s health is way more important, of course.”

She flashed me a brief smile before she spun her chair back into position to face the sonogram’s display, promptly sliding her finger over the probe’s ON/OFF switch to the on position. As she held the probe in one hand, she grabbed hold of the conduction gel and tilted it upside down before giving it a few solid shakes to shift the settled gel to the open end.

“This might be cold, I’m sorry!”

Her fingers gingerly squeezed the bottle as it dispersed in a little blob near my belly button. She oriented the bottle upright and returned it back to the slot in the sonogram machine, she then touched the probe to my tummy. The probe passed over my skin from belly button to slightly below the top of my underwear before the clicks of the keyboard indicated the input of data.

Approximately 10 minutes passed, the whirring of the machine kicking up a notch anytime the sonographer captured a particular angle to get a better measurement, before she turned to face Chris and I.

“Well, good news is Baby Bahng is growing right along schedule and looks absolutely perfect. Baby's length is around the 75th percentile for gestation, but I’m not too entirely worried about that as getting super accurate measurements when they’re still this little is a bit harder, especially length. Are there any questions you have about this part?”

“Chris?” I broke eye contact with her to make my own with his, whose eyes were transfixed on the sonogram display during the duration of the sonographer’s exam, “If he doesn’t, I don’t.”

“As long as my little pumpkin is happy and healthy, I don’t have any questions.” His eyes connected with the sonographer’s as they upturned in pure pride.

She met his response with a perfunctory nod, “Alright. Let’s see if we’ve got a girl or a boy, shall we?”

“Absolutely.” Chris’s reaffixed his gaze to the monitor, his words near imperceptible, but laced with such anticipation awaiting the sonographer’s findings.

I sensed the sudden warmth of Chris’ palm, pressed firmly right above my kneecap, as his fingers compressed into the sides of my leg in a secure grasp. I untucked the hand nearest Chris, my fingertips finding the security of his free hand. Without so much as a twitch, our hands interlaced and fingers slotted together.

“Alright, let me zoom in just a bit here…” She paused, leaning towards the monitor to get a better view before clicking the mouse to magnify a bit closer, “Yep. Thought so. Congratulations to the both of you! You will be welcoming Baby Girl Bahng…in give or take about 6 months. Let me get some pictures printed for you both.”

She lifted the probe from my growing bump, wiping and sanitizing clean the probe’s transducer before slotting it back into it’s holder. While she took a moment to toss her gloves in the bin directly under the sonogram desk, she handed me a cloth to wipe up any remaining gel she missed during clean up. Her chair softly creaked as she swiftly returned to her chair and begin printing sonogram photos for Chris and I.

Upon hearing the words Baby Girl Bahng, Chris and I made eye contact. And so much was said without saying anything at all.

“A girl…” I breathed, the grip with Chris’ hand only strengthening.

“A girl.” He spoke so resolutely, and rightfully so. But it was in more ways than just having been told so. From the moment I had told him I was pregnant, he emanated this entirely new type of confidence in virtually everything from handling the ebb and flow of my emotions to the rather normal or insanely bizarre nature of my cravings. And never, not once, did he question his ability in becoming a father.

But in this moment, it was like that confidence only amplified upon itself—wholly unwavering in any capacity whatsoever after hearing the news that we were going to be having a girl. It was in moments like these I was reminded that falling in love with him was quite possibly one of the easiest things I’d ever done.

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“Lemme get the door for you, baby.” Chris’ feet shuffled towards the car door, his hand gripped the underside of the handle as he pulled upwards so he could usher me inside.

As I situated myself in the passenger seat, I wrestled the seatbelt from behind my shoulder and adjusted the lap portion under my bump. Chris’ door opened and he begun to settle into the driver’s side just as I clicked the belt into place.

“I already know the answer to this question, but I’m going to ask it anyways,” Chris slotted the key into the ignition as he placed his hand on the gear shift, throwing it into reverse before resuming his query, “How does a strawberry cheesecake concrete sound right about now?”

“Oh my fucking god,” I groaned, the sudden mention of a food I’d been craving almost daily suddenly evoked the undeniable necessity for said item. Immediately, “That sounds absolutely fucking delicious, baby. Can we snag some salt and vinegar chips, too?”

Chris guffawed at the request, already knowing that any answer other than yes would be the wrong one, “Of course, baby girl, we can definitely do that. Y’know, I was talking with Jihyo the other day. The topic of your cravings came up.”

“Oh? Tell me more.”

“Well, the ice cream and chips weren’t anything out of the ordinary to her at all. Those are rather timid in comparison,” Chris shifted his focus to me briefly, flashing one of his perspicacious glances in my direction, “It was the…weird and absurd ones that she honestly got a kick out of.”

“Oh god, Chris. What did you tell her?” I whinged, bringing the palm of my head to my forehead in preemptive embarrassment.

“Remember that time you sent me out at like 2am because you demanded salt and vinegar chips?”

“Oh Jesus Christ, yes I do.”

That wasn’t the only thing I demanded, though.

“Yeah, but then you demanded marshmallows, chocolate and graham crackers because you absolutely required those items to make ‘salty s’mores’ and if you didn’t get those items, you were going to—and I quote—‘expire’.” Chris couldn’t help the goofy smile that surged across his face.

“Listen. Those were absolutely delicious and I’ll die on that hill.” I crossed my arms over one another as I feigned some kind of weak attempt at indignation.

“Hey! I never said they weren’t. I tried one, remember? I thought they were tasty.”

“I forgot I made you try them, now that you mention it.” I let out a soft chuckle, “What else? I know that wasn’t the only one you mentioned.”

Another boisterous giggle filled the car, “Well, I definitely mentioned the very specific ice chips you like from your favorite restaurant and the spicy buldak ramen you’ve been eating almost every day. But I think the kimchi with any kind of sour candy you can manage to get your hands on or the recent habit of putting ketchup on quite literally anything is what managed to really baffle her.”

“You did not tell her about the kimchi and sour candy.” I winced, throwing my head back against the headrest.

“Oh hell yes I did. How could I leave that one out?” Chris’ voice dripped with a amusement, finding my reaction to be almost as funny as the craving itself.

“I cannot believe you,” I shook my head. “Hold on, what did you tell her I was putting ketchup on because I know how ridiculously you can exaggerate.”

“I left the obvious ones out, of course. That just seemed pointless. But, I told her about the scrambled eggs and macaroni and cheese,” Chris paused, his eyes taking in the lilt of my brows as he pulled into the parking lot of our favorite ice cream parlor. “But I might have mentioned you also like it on kimchi, dipping egg rolls in it…that fried rice Minho makes…I did mention tacos and sometimes, but not always, the buldak ramen. I think that was it.”

The expression that overtook my face was nothing short of deadpan, “I’m going to end you, Christopher.”

Once the car was in park, Chris erupted in laughter, “You’ll do no such thing. You love me.”

I rolled my eyes, pinching the bridge of my nose between my pointer and index fingers, “Sleep with one eye open tonight.”

The laughs quickly progressed from general light-heartedness to Chris’ signature squeaking-laughs, only wavering in intensity as he continued to intake air.

“Stop laughing at me!” I shrieked, my hand unknowingly making contact with his shoulder.

“Oh baby girl,” his laughs halted as he took the hand I thumped him with in his, “Jihyo found it absolutely weird, yes, but also completely endearing. As do I. Endearing that is. You’re growing a whole damn human. You have every right in the world to eat the most eccentric food combinations you want and do so as you damn well please. And I will procure those concoctions whenever you ask.”

Once again, despite feeling a wee bit ridiculed for my rather odd pregnancy cravings and the subsequent winding up I received for it, Chris always had this proclivity for knowing just what to say when he could sense even an inkling that I might become upset. This sense only seemed to intensify since becoming pregnant. Add yet another reason why choosing to love him was the most effortless commitment I could’ve made.

“C’mon. Lets get inside and order you that ice cream, yeah?”

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readychilledwine · 4 months

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Praise

✨️Kink Education with Elizabeth✨️

Be good for me and read this first. So pretty when you listen. You're always so good for me.

If that made you feel a little tingly, you may have a praise kink. A praise kink, or the positive affirmation kink, is characterized by, typically, a sub who finds sexual pleasure in positive phrases and words of affirmation. In this kink, phrase like "such a dirty whore," will be replaced with a softer one like, "such a good whore for me."

This is often seen as a gentler side if the BDSM community because it does still typically come with some form of a power exchange dynamic with what some people may call a soft dom and/or a pleasure dom with a sub who typically has some form of an insecurity that this type of play works well with. It is more about safety and comfort, not power and known dominance.

I will say, I had 7 requests for a variety of characters with this spot and ultimately picked Eris because I wanted to write him in a vulnerable position. However, I also think Cassian, Azriel, Tamlin, or Lucien would have made WONDERFUL subs for this as well. It is not one of my favorite kinks to write, so I hope I did this one justice.

As always, NSFW below the cut.

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Eris Vanserra x Reader

Warnings - sub and dom dynamics, soft smut, oral *female receiving*, reader is a sex worker, this one is unedited by an outside source (dying like a boss bitch today), so I'm sure I'll find errors when I re-read it.

Eris whimpered, face burying deeper into your cunt as he lapped at your center.

“Such a good boy,” you moaned breathlessly. Your fingers began threading through his soft hair. “Keep going, baby. Just like that.”

Eris moaned against you, looking up at you with those desperate eyes. He'd had a shitty day. He'd spent hours being ridiculed and attacked verbally by Beron until there was almost nothing left of the heir emotionally.

Hence his presence in your pleasure halls, in your room specifically. On days like this, Eris craved nothing more than to be a whimpering mess below someone, and you were his someone. He just had to earn it first.

You smiled, head thrown back, grinding your cunt against his face, so close to the edge you could practically taste it. “Doing so good baby,” you panted and moaned his name as his tongue circled your clit. “Almost there. You want to be a good boy right? Want to make me cum?”

He whined against you, eyes hazy in submission and lust. He nodded slightly, eyes peering up from his beautiful long lashes. “Gods, you are so beautiful and all mine tonight, aren't you?” He hummed a soft blush creeping his cheeks.

A few more flicks of his tongue had you moaning his name, pulling his hair as you did. You rode his face through the High, mind lost in the once bit of pleasure you Were allowing yourself before it became about him and only him.

You let go of his hair, motioning for him to come up to you. You put one hand on his face, thumb stroking his freckled cheekbone. “Did so good, Eris,” he smiled and leaned into your hand.

His whole body had relaxed significantly, showing signs of comfort and trust. He was so beautiful, bare before you, scars littering his muscled body like paint helplessly thrown to a canvas. "May I have a kiss?" His voice was low, leaking the smallest hint of desperation.

"Such pretty manners," you licked his lips, forcing him back on to the bed. "How can I say no when you ask so nicely?"

You crawled on top of him, soaking core brushing his cock, as you went up to kiss him. His hands settled in your hips while yours rested on his chest. The kiss was deep and slow, leaking with the passion only lust could bring. His shoulders relaxed further, muscles becoming soft below you as he found his center.

He would never tell you, but you were his beacon in the darkness. A breeze on a summer day. You were water to his fire.

He didn't love you. The relationship wasn't about that and never would be. But Gods did he desire you. He needed you.

Eris gasped as you ground against his length, soaking him as you did to prepare him. You pulled off his lips, forehead resting against his. "Look at you," you purred, sitting up and grabbing his cock. He bucked into your grasp, eyes squeezing shut. "Is my pet about to beg?"

He whined, back arching as he did. "Please," need coated his tone like honey, leaking into every letter spoken. "Mistress, please. I need it. I'll be so good."

You kissed him again, sinking on to him at a slow, torturing pace. "Always so good for me, honey." You pushed down on his chest. "Relax and let me take care of you."

He nodded, mouth hung open in a silent moan. You raised yourself slightly and then lowered back down, testing his obedient behavior. He moaned again, hands staying on your hips until you gave him permission to explore.

You began riding and rocking on him, head falling back as you found the angle you wanted and needed. "So fucking good, baby," you moaned breathlessly, toes curling as you felt the head of him brush the spot you needed. "Gods, you are perfect. Fill me so well, Eris."

And he did. It was as if his cock for sculpted perfectly for you. It was the perfect length, the perfect thickness, and had ridges in all the right places. You could become lost in him if time allowed it, if the heir had allowed it.

But he had you for his pleasure. He paid for his needs.

You ignored the need to cum the best you could, watching his face contort in bliss. His back arching off the bed. You took one of his hands, bringing it to your tits and leaving it to explore those curves. You then took the other, bringing it to you clit.

You didn't have to even say anything. Eris had been so well trained as your sub he knew. He began to gently circle and rub that bundle of nerves. "Yes," you threw your head back, feeling him twitch inside of you. "Just like that, Eris. So good. So fucking good. You feel incredible, honey."

The heir moaned loudly below you, his hand on your breast tweaking your left nipple while the other played to match the speed of your bounces.

"I love the way you touch me, how you feel," you were panting, a silent prayer going to the Mother wishing this would never end. "I'm going to cum if you keep doing that."

It was the encouragement he needed to press a little harder, both of you moaning each other's names. "How did I get so fucking lucky?" You moved a hand to his throat, holding it lightly. "I have such a beautiful male below me who always knows just what I need."

Eris's eyes squeezed shut again, the amber color almost completely blown out with lust. "May I cum?" His voice was a whimper of pleasure. "Mistress, please, I need to cum."

"You've done so well. Go ahead, baby. Cum for me." The moan Eris released was heavenly. The feeling of his hot cum triggered your own orgasm, but you couldn't help to praise him through his high. Moaning how good it was, how well he did, how perfect his body felt.

You panted once you two came down from that peak. "You look so beautiful begging below me. I will never get tired of the slight of it."

Eris smiled widely, arrogance returning to him. "Eventually, we will switch roles," his hands ran to your breasts, squeezing them. "And when we do, I will make sure to tell you how beautiful you look when you're cock drunk for me."

You leaned down, kissing him deeply. "I look forward to it, my lord."

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matthew-gray-gublers-babygirl · 1 year

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Pregnancy

Summary: The reader finds herself pregnant and fear rises as she realizes she has to tell her partner, Matthew.

Pairing: Matthew Gray Gubler x Female Reader

Content: No swearing; mention of periods, morning sickness, pregnancy & describing pregnancy; fear of rejection and abandonment; soft Matthew & good ending! If there are any other warnings you'd prefer I add please mention them in the notes!

Wordcount: 1k>

Enjoy!

Matthew was great with children. He absolutely adored kids and couldn't wait to have his own someday. So when you realized you may be with child, you couldn't wait to take a test and announce the possible news. But at the same time, even with Matthew's positive attitude towards being a father, you were still terrified to tell him. You knew you had to tell him soon. He was very attentive to your cycle. He always gave you extra cuddles and made no excuses for late-night convenience store trips to settle your cravings, so when you went too long without complaining about your period, he would know something was different.

So when your period didn't come on its usual date and you had random flashes of nausea in the mornings, you decided to buy a few at-home pregnancy tests. You did all three and let them sit for the needed amount of time for the result to show. The dreaded five minutes felt like a lifetime. It took every ounce of restraint in your body to not check them before the timer went off. All three were positive. You were overjoyed that you were pregnant, but the fear of rejection and abandonment soon crept up.

Shaking as you sat on the toilet, all three positive tests in your hands, you went over your options in your head. Terminating the pregnancy was an option, but you had both been wanting to start a family for years, and you didn't want to waste this opportunity.

After almost half an hour and many warm tears down your cheeks, you decided to break the news to Matthew once he arrived home from set today. You look down at your watch, the miniature clock reading four o’clock. He should be home anytime soon.

You begin to tidy up the house a bit and made something to eat for when Matthew arrives home. You caught yourself holding your stomach, imagining it round with your child. You reminisce about the memories and love that went into creating such a beautiful thing. You imagine Matthew pressing his lips against your swollen stomach, whispering heartfelt words to your unborn child and murmuring against your lips how much of a wonderful mother you are going to be once your little bundle of joy is ready to come out.

You hear the door swing open and Matthew's loud voice reverberates throughout the house. “Guess who!” You straighten yourself out, take a deep breath in and slowly let it out before greeting him at the entrance. “It’s me, Gube,” he jokes, taking you by the waist and kissing you. “Hey, babe,” he smiles.

You notice his arm hidden behind his back and he whips a bouquet of flowers from behind himself. “What are these for?” you ask with a smile. “I saw them on my way home and they reminded me of you,” he explains. “My pretty girl deserves some pretty flowers.” This small gesture helps put you at ease and calms your nerves. “I love them,” you smile as you take them to the kitchen to put them in a vase. Once you place the flowers in a nice spot in the sun, you ask Matthew to sit down.

“Oh, sure. What’s up?” he asks. Now he was the nervous one. You sit down on the vintage upholstered loveseat in the living room. You try to muster up the courage and the words to explain the situation, but all that comes out are unconfident words and tears. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong, baby? You know you can trust me,” Matthew whispers as he wraps an arm around you. You wipe away the small tears and take another affirming breath.

“You, um- You know how you love kids, and say that you always wanted to be a father?” Matthew knew exactly what you meant. “Are you… Wait are you pregnant?” you nod at his question and watch as the biggest smile appears on his face.

“Oh, baby,” he kisses you like he hadn't seen you in years, like a lover away at war. “Baby, we’re- Oh. we’re having a baby, a- a baby!” You had never seen him this happy before. “We’re having a baby,” you confirm, and he kisses you again, and again, and again. Youre surprised his lips werent chapped from how many times he kissed you.

“When did you find out?” Matthew asks as his hand instinctively lands on your stomach, gently rubbing the bump-less flesh. “Today, just before you got home. I was scared, but I couldn't wait to tell you,” you explain. He kisses your cheeks, then your forehead. “Oh, love. There was no reason to be scared. I Love you and I will love you until I’m dead and when this earth ceases to exist. And I love our baby, even if they aren't here yet. If they're even an ounce similar to you, I will love them forever.”

You knew Matthew was the romantic type, but you had never seen him like this. You knew he was going to be a great father, and you couldn’t wait a minute more.

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tonisbabydoll · 4 days

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Something ive been thinking about: You and Anton wake up in the morning. Your both pretty hungry. You ask him what he wants for breakfast and you start to list a few options. You didn’t even realize he lowered himself in between your legs until he started licking and sucking on your pretty pussy, saying this is the breakfast he needs AHHH

your mind i love this🤭

“breakfast” with anton thoughts 𓈒∘☁︎

the morning sun filters through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the bedroom. anton stirs and stretches beside you as you stay asleep. he turns to face you, smiling as he brushes a strand of hair away from your face. “good morning, love,” he whispers softly, his voice still sleepy. your eyes flutter open as you smile back at him. “morning, tonnie,” you murmur, voice heavy with sleep. he gently kisses your forehead before pulling away. “what’s for breakfast?” he asks with a playful look in his eyes. you take a moment to think, your brain still waking up. “could make pancakes? fruit salad? we have cereal too.” as you list the breakfast options for the morning, anton moves lower as he positions his head between your thighs. still sleepy, you don’t realise what he’s doing until he’s kissing your clit. the sensation wakes you up as you realise his playful intentions. “think this is a better option,” he whispers as he makes eye contact with you, a mischievous look in his eyes.

he starts licking your wet pussy as you moan, “fuck, anton,” making him smile at your reaction. “just relax, let me enjoy this pretty pussy of yours,” he murmurs, his voice filled with lust. he continues, throwing your legs over his shoulders, using his mouth and tongue on your pussy, sending waves of pleasure through your body. your hands run through his hair as you arch your back, losing yourself in the sensation of anton’s touch. as you get closer to cumming, you’re barely able to speak, your words reduced to moans and gasps of pleasure from how anton was making you feel. his moves became more urgent, needing to make you cum. “feeling close, princess? gonna cum for me?” he asks, looking up at you. all you could do was nod, your affirmation making him intensify his efforts, his focus solely on your pleasure. “that’s it baby, cum for me,” he demands, voice filled with desperation. with his command, you make a mess all over his tongue as he eagerly laps up every drop of your cum. he pulls away, catching his breath as he looks at you with a satisfied grin, his eyes filled with adoration and lust. "you taste so sweet, so good," he whispers, his voice husky with desire, before leaning in to kiss you, giving you a taste of yourself on his lips. “so, what would you like for breakfast, love?” he asks. “fuck breakfast, i just want you,” you reply as you kiss him again, craving more of him.

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mayiwritesomething · 1 month

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Compress/Repress (one-shot)

Wordcount: 1,6k

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Warnings: +18 MDNI, Sex, masturbation (m and f) more sex and filthy, so if it’s not your cup of tea, just skip it, you’ve been warned.

A/N: As some of you know, the Challengers movie is out, so it’s score, and as usual, Reznor and Ross killed it! Listening to Compress/Repress just gave me an idea, and this smuty one-shot was born haha

Have fun :)

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"Please… faster... just do it faster," you pleaded as he fingered you slowly, a sensation you found torturous. With a smile on his face, he gently held your head with his other hand as you lay back on his bed. You knew exactly what to expect when he helped you settle into the pillows, but you hadn't anticipated being in this position so quickly. The image of you lying there with your legs spread open, accompanied by your soft moans, was something that would linger in his mind. He relished seeing you completely surrendered to him, as he explored your body until you begged for more.

"Show me how badly you want it, babe—just show it to me," he urged, gazing at your exposed form as you moved against his fingers, unable to hide the pleasure he was evoking from you. Your soft moans filled the air as he teased you relentlessly. "Fuck, babe, you're soaking my fingers. You want it so bad, don’t you??" The lust in his eyes was unmistakable as he spoke, and you simply nodded affirming it, biting your lower lip in response, fully aware of his enjoyment of your reaction. "Wanna a taste?" Your smile mirrored his sinful tone.

As he brought his wet fingers from between your thighs to your lips, you made sure to suck on them slowly, maintaining eye contact. He let out a soft moan, exactly as you had anticipated. Ensuring not a drop was wasted, you could only whisper, "Please, baby, just be nice to me," attempting to kiss him, but he gently denied you, plunging two fingers back inside you.

"Only after you cum, babe," he declared, placing a kiss on your forehead. Frustration welled up inside you. You wanted to retreat, but the need for the pleasure only he could provide kept you anchored. Releasing your face, he took one of your hands and guided it to your clit. "Can you help me, babe?” He asked. “Touch yourself just like you do when I'm not around," he instructed, observing as you pleasured yourself while he continued to finger you. "I can feel you tightening around me, baby. You're almost there—just keep going," he encouraged, adjusting your hair before tracing his fingers along your lips, locking gazes with you. "Just be a good girl," he murmured, kissing your breasts gently, a smile playing on his lips.

"Ple… please," you said, closing your eyes and breathing fast as he quickened his movements inside you. Your moans grew louder as you tried to match his rhythm, touching yourself in sync.

Beside you lay a fully clothed figure, still playing with you. Initially, you found his slow pace irritating, craving everything to happen faster, but now you appreciated how he took his time, ensuring your pleasure matched his own. This shared experience was something you found remarkable about him. Every time, it was a pleasure for both of you.

"Tell me how it feels, babe," his voice laced with desire. "You're getting tighter..." A slow, rough movement, a deep breath from you, "...and tighter," another deliberate thrust, a smile on his face as he focused on you. "Don't stop looking at me while you do it," he commanded, holding your face as you began to lose control over your movements, nearing climax. "Come for me, babe. I want to see it," he urged, caressing your hair and then planting a soft kiss on your forehead once again, as you found yourself lost in the moment.

"Oh, FUCK!" you screamed, feeling your body convulse as your climax washed over you in a wave of electricity. You attempted to pull away from him, the intensity of your release hitting you like a shockwave. All you could hear was his satisfied chuckle, exactly what he had wanted to see—your body arching, the uncontrollable movements, the loud moans as you cried out—and still, he hadn't removed his fingers from inside you, despite the trembling and your struggle to contain yourself. With your head buried in the pillow, trying to regain focus, you felt him drawing you close.

"That was so beautiful," he murmured, pulling you in for a deep, hungry kiss. "I love you, babe," he whispered, breathless. "I love you so much," he said, withdrawing his fingers slowly only to offer them to you, captivated by the way you sensually sucked on them while maintaining eye contact. Your mischievous smile enticed him, and he promptly ran his hands all over you, kissing you as if it were the last time he would ever do so.

Drawing him nearer, you reciprocated the kiss with equal fervor, having longed for it since he began his teasing. "I love you too," you whispered, holding his face. "Especially when you treat me this nicely," you giggled, looking into his eyes.

"You love that, don't you?" he whispered as you tried to regain your balance. You nodded in affirmation, feeling his tender kiss as he savored the moment, ensuring you felt him. The desire between you was intense, both craving each other intensely. You pulled him closer into the pillows that had once cradled you, a playful grin on his face. "Feisty,” he said.

"Now it's my turn," you declared, locking eyes with him. "Off with the shirt," you signaled, and like a well-trained puppy, he complied.

"Who would have thought the same woman who was begging for me just moments ago would now be taking charge," he chuckled, eagerly anticipating your next move. "I'm lucky to have the best of both worlds," he added, admiring you.

"Always a charmer," you teased as you straddled him, kissing him slowly, reveling in the feel of his skin against yours. He held you close, his body yearning for your touch. "Why did we agree to only use our hands today?" you whined between kisses, grinding against him.

"Yeah… It was a terrible idea," he confessed, his voice husky as he lifted you to kiss your breasts.

You laughed, pushing him playfully as you took your time. Slowly, you slid down his boxer briefs, reveling in the sight of his desire for you. His hand caressed your arm as you began to stroke him gently. "Would you mind if I break the rules and use my mouth?" you teased, tracing kisses along his body as he moaned softly. "Would you, baby?"

"No," he managed to breathe out, his focus on holding himself back. You smiled, kissing him as you continued your slow, tantalizing strokes. Moving down, you kissed his neck, his chest, following a trail until you reached his pelvis, taking your time to plant soft kisses as he caressed your back, softly calling your name amidst quiet moans.

"Tell me what you want," you whispered softly, gazing into his eyes. "Tell me what you need, baby."

"Please, just..." he struggled to form a coherent sentence. You smiled at him, his admiration evident as he ran his hand from your back to your ass, a prelude to him gripping your hair. Without hesitation, you took him fully, eliciting louder moans and a tight grip on your hair, showing just how much he desired you. “Fuck” he whispered as you kept your steady rhythm. “You are so perfect baby—Fuck….”.

You smiled back at him, your eyes mirroring his intense desire for you. "You are absolutely perfect, my love," you whispered, still stroking him before taking him fully into your mouth once more. His efforts to hold back his release only added to the pleasure you found in pleasuring him. The way he whispered your name huskily, the firm grip of his hand in your hair, coupled with the tender way he followed your movements, all signaled his impending climax. "It's okay, baby, let go," you urged him hurriedly, eager to continue pleasing him.

"Fuck," he gasped before reaching his peak in your mouth. You made sure not to let any of it go to waste, savoring every moment as he trembled, moaned, and called out your name, holding you as tightly as he could.

"It looks like someone had a good time," you teased, only to be pulled into a desperate, passionate kiss by him. His grip was so tight that you had to remind him to take it easy for a moment.

"I need you," he whispered, catching his breath, his hand freely roaming your back as you kissed his neck. His other hand held your face, his thumb caressing your lips, kissing you with such fervor that your body ignited with desire.

"So do I," you chuckled, feeling the tingle of his beard against your neck. "I love you," you murmured tenderly, locking eyes with him.

"I love you too, baby," he replied, his vulnerability evident as he gazed into your eyes, his hands caressing your hair while you straddled him. "I love you so much and your incredible mouth," he added, kissing you once more.

"I'm not done yet," you murmured between kisses. "I want more, baby."

"You broke the rules, so I suppose it's only fair if I do too, right?" he said, gently guiding you underneath him. "Let me see this beautiful back of yours, baby," he whispered, planting soft kisses along the back of your neck and down your spine, until he reached your core once again. This time, he didn't tease you; he wanted it just as much as you did. Holding onto the pillow tightly, you moaned softly as he took you from behind, savoring every moment, as he always did, intent on bringing you to complete satisfaction. And you loved that.

Touch, touch, touch me

Change, change, change

You and you is me

You, you, into me

Play the game (Play the game), one, two, three (One, two, three)

I can feel you touch, touch me

Compress, repress

Repress, compress

And then just surrender (And just surrender)

#pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x f!reader #pedro pascal x female reader #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal fanfiction #pedro x reader #Spotify #pedro pascal #pedrohub

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sneepseverus · 26 days

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what do you think snapes main love language is and how would he react to his partner having each love language?

I love this question!

Snape

Physical touch: this man is so fucking touch-starved. He doesn’t realize how much he craves close contact until he receives it for the first time. He loves hugs, cuddles, holding hands, and even light grazes (with the right person only).

Acts of service: he denies wanting or needing anything from his partner, but when they do something for him, he feels immense gratitude for them. He never forgets about the things they do for him.

Words of affirmation: he’s always doubting if he’s a good person, let alone a good partner. Hearing positive words from a person he loves, admires, and trusts gives him validation. Sometimes it’s hard to believe what they’re saying, but it does ease some of his insecurity.

His Partner

Acts of service: this is where he excels without even needing to be asked. He will be there for his partner, even when they don’t think they need assistance. If they’re sick, stressed, too busy to get something done, etc. he will find a way to help them. It doesn’t matter how hard it may be.

Quality time: this is one that is difficult for him, not because he doesn’t want to spend time with his partner, but because he has to juggle so many responsibilities. I doubt he sleeps enough because he’s either patrolling the castle or up doing work. It’s easier for him to spend time with his partner during the summer, but even then, he has DE activities to deal with. He also can’t let anyone know about his relationship because it might put his s/o in danger, so the places they can have dates are limited. He feels really guilty and tries to make it up to them by taking as many things off of his plate as he can.

Physical touch: in the beginning of a relationship, giving physical touch is really hard for him because he thinks he’s gross. But as their relationship develops, it becomes second nature. Aside from kisses, hugs, cuddles, and other common forms of physical affection, he likes to rest his hands on their back and legs to show that he’s there for them/to soothe them.

Words of affirmation: he also kind of sucks at this. He doesn’t like to sugarcoat things and can be harsh at times. However, he always has his partner’s best interest at heart and eventually learns what to say during moments of distress. He tries not to say, “I love you,” too much, either, because he doesn’t want it to lose meaning.

Receiving gifts: he’s not a materialistic person, so he doesn’t give gifts often. However, when he does, they are extremely personal and sentimental. He takes extra care when choosing a gift for them. He’d rather not give one at all than give something half-assed. He’s pretty frugal, but he’s willing to spend more money on something for his partner if he knows it’s something they will always cherish. EDIT: he loves gifting things that his partner will find useful (e.g., if they’re working on a personal project or have a hobby, he will buy things he knows they need.) He also likes giving books that he knows they’ll enjoy.

Even though many of the love languages do not come easily to him, he is willing to put in the work for the person he loves most.

#snape #snape headcanons #snape love #pro snape #severus snape #severus snape headcanons #severus snape love #pro severus #pro severus snape

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drdemonprince · 2 months

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Have you ever found it worth floating the possibility to probably autistic people and maskers (close friends, family, etc) that they might be autistic?

I have tried it a couple times and it seems to just make people get really defensive and upset with me (which I can handle), but then also people start to hold me at arms length. My intention is to bring us closer together by talking about our shared struggles and how to improve our lives (which was totally fine in the past talking about our shared traits without the autism label), but attaching the possibility of autism to it has the opposite effect. The people I’m around are VERY adhd-affirming, and I see how having that connection over the mutual struggle brings my adhder loved-ones together, and I really crave that type of connection with the people I already love and have so much in common with.

You shouldn't tell someone what you think their identity ought to be, no matter your intentions.

For one, many people who are masking or undiagosed harbor deeply stigmatized views about what Autism even is, and so they will not take the statement as a positive declaration of belonging, but rather an accusation that they have failed to conceal what is most frightening or vulnerable about themselves. Exposing their most hidden side will make them feel very unsafe and judged, even if your intention is the opposite.

Telling someone that you think they might be neurodivergent also suggests that you know them better than they know themselves, which is untrue, and may feel invasive and unwelcome to hear.

Your friend could be the most obviously Autistic to ever Autistic from your point of view, but the choice of how to self-define still falls solely on them. There are many different ways for a person to interpret their experience, and they might arrive at some other word or concept that better does their experience justice from their perspective.

our identities exist to help us make sense of our lives and express who we are to people, on our terms. Most neurodivergent people are absolutely sick of always getting defined from an external point of view. We don't need member of our own community doing that to us further.

If you have benefitted from coming to understand yourself as Autistic, you can and should speak about that openly and positively. That will be enough incentive for anyone else in your life who is neurodivergent to explore the possibility for themselves. If you vibe easily with someone because you share traits in common or seem to naturally understand one another, let that be enough. Tell the person you feel comfortable around them and that spending time with them helps you to accept yourself. That is a much greater compliment than telling someone who they must be.

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sentientgolfball · 2 months

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Hello! I was wondering if I could request some Rain/Dew fic, please? Maybe something with Daddy Rain?😈

If you are okay with it ofc!! If not, please feel free to ignore this request.:)

Took me a second to figure out something for this but once I did it hit me like a fucking truck oh boy

Have some soft daddy kink stuff with Raindrop

It’s not often Dew comes to Rain with this request. He usually runs to Aether or Mountain, someone much bigger than him so he can feel small. So that’s why when Dew slipped into his room, tail hanging limply between his legs and fidgeting with his claws, Rain was caught off guard. For a second he thought something had happened, Dew’s never this docile when he comes to Rain’s room. Even when he’s just in the mood for a good cuddle he has more energy than this. When it slipped from Dew’s mouth he had looked up at Rain with timidness, like he’d say no and send him on his way. As if Rain could ever say no to him.

“Is that what you want? You wanna be my little baby boy?” Rain got up from his desk, stalking over to Dew with a dark look in his eye.

Dew flinched back as he approached, his hair falling out of place where it was tucked behind a pointed ear to cover his face. Rain stopped in his tracks when he saw it.

“Dew?”

“Not like that. I don’t want that, I need…”

Rain closed the little distance that remained, gently cupping his hand to his cheek and tilting his head up. He tensed at the look in Dew’s eyes trying not to show his surprise.

“What do you need baby?”

Dew opens and closes his mouth searching for the words. It’s never been easy for him to ask for this brand of softness. He would never admit how much he craved it, more so than his typical hard and fast style.

“I wanna…can you just take care of me?”

Rain hums and smiles before leaning in and planting a soft, chaste kiss on his lips, “Of course I can baby. Daddy’s going to take such good care of you.”

Dew practically whimpers when the word leaves Rain’s mouth. He leans into the hand still cupping his cheek, nuzzling against his palm before placing a quick kiss to the skin. Rain slowly drags his hand up to the back of his head, gently scratching his scalp with the very tips of his claws. He places his other hand at the side of Dew’s neck. There’s no pressure, no squeeze, just a gentle weight as he rubs his thumb soothingly over his jaw. He does this until all the tension melts from Dew’s body, a contented little purr rumbling through his chest.

“Just relax, I’ve got you baby boy.”

Rain slides both of his hands over Dew’s shoulder, down his sides, rubbing small circles into his hips before gently pulling his shirt off. He kisses every inch of newly exposed skin, affirmations of love and devotion dripping from his mouth. Rain slips to his knees as lithe fingers pop the button on Dew’s pants. Once he’s fully undressed, Rain kisses his hips and down his thighs. He smiles when he feels his cock kick next to his face with every honey coated word.

“Please daddy please I need it.”

“I know baby boy” Rain places a kiss right under his belly button “go get comfortable and I’ll give it to you.”

Dew does as he’s told, hopping into Rain’s bed and positioning his nest of pillows and blankets the way he likes. Rain makes quick of underdressing himself. Normally he’d go slow, giving a little show with each piece of clothing he threw to the floor, but not now. Not when Dew needed him.

He climbed into bed, slotting himself between Dew’s legs. He leans down, capturing him in a deep kiss. It's slow, lazy, as Rain gently molds his mouth to Dew’s and sucks his bottom lip. He parts for only a moment.

“I love you” Rain whispers against his lips before pressing back together.

Dew whines and he uses it as an opportunity to slip his tongue into his mouth. He licks at him gently, pressing their tongues together just to taste him. Dew threads a hand into his hair and holds tight when Rain starts to trail his kisses from the corner of his mouth down to his collarbone. He can feel Dew start to shake when he laves over the scars where his gills used to be. Rain draws soothing circles into his hips as he slides lower.

“Shhh baby boy I’ve got you. Daddy’s got you.”

“Daddy please wanna feel you. Need to feel you please.”

Rain doesn’t waste a second more, sliding his hands down Dew’s body. He lifts one of his legs over his hip before probing the tip of a finger against his hole. He’s not totally shocked to find Dew wet, his leftover water usually making its appearance when his mind is elsewhere. He doesn’t spend much time opening him up, just each to be able to take him without discomfort, both for his and Dew’s benefit. Rain can barely focus with the chorus of little whines falling from Dew’s mouth with every brush of fingertips against his prostate.

Rain slides up to sit on his knees, staring down at Dew. He can’t help but think about how beautiful he looks like this, flushed pink down to his chest with his blonde hair splayed around him like a halo. The crease in his eyebrows is gone, eyes half lidded and hazy. He only ever looks this relaxed when he’s asleep and Rain’s heart clenches knowing it was him who got Dew like this.

He reaches between them and jacks himself with his slick covered hand a few times before guiding the head of his cock to Dew’s waiting hole. He leans forward, planting both hands on either side of Dew’s head. He captures him in a deep kiss as he pushes into him. Dew gasps, legs instinctively wrapping around Rain’s hips when he feels the head slip inside.

“That’s it baby, taking me so well.”

Once Rain bottoms out he doesn’t move right away, giving the slight ghoul a moment to adjust. When he gives an experimental thrust, Dew’s eyes slip all the way shut as he sighs softly. Rain kisses along his throat and thrusts into him again, setting a steady pace. It’s not hard or fast, a sweet grind of hips that deliciously drags his entire length against his prostate that has Dew babbling. Little cries of please daddy spilling from his lips. Rain’s not entirely sure what he’s asking for and neither does Dew.

“I’m right here baby” Rain places a gentle hand on Dew’s stomach “I’m not going anywhere.”

He’s practically clinging to Rain at this point. His legs are wrapped around his hips making it nearly impossible for him to pull all the way out. He has his arms wrapped tight around his head and shoulders to keep pressed into his neck. Rain holds him just as tight, arms keeping him held as close as he physically can. Neither of them dare to let the other go.

When Rain’s hips stutter in their pace Dew whines, “Wanan cum with you, please daddy, touch me.”

Rain groans and slides his hand between them, wrapping his hand around Dew’s cock. Dew’s grip around his waist loosens and he’s able to pick up the pace just a bit. He jacks him in time with each thrust, twisting his fist over his head before sliding down and squeezing lightly at the base. He can hear Dew’s whines grow higher in pitch and he knows he’s close. He presses their lips together again and whispers.

“I love you baby, you’re so good to me. So good for daddy.”

That’s all it takes to get Dew to arch off the bed as much as he can with Rain’s weight on top of him. He spills all over Rain’s hand and up his stomach, clenching hard around his dick. The sweet pressure is enough to send Rain over his own edge, grinding his hips against Dew as he cums deep inside of him.

The pants into each other's mouths, taking the air that belongs there and replacing it with their own. Neither of them let go, content to stay as close as possible. Rain flips them over so Dew is laying on top of him, pressing sweet kisses into his hair and muttering praise. Dew keeps his nose buried in his neck, drinking in his seafoam and petrichor scent.

When Rain finally goes soft enough to slip out of him, Dew whines at the loss. Rain squishes him closer to his chest.

“Wanna get cleaned up baby boy?”

Dew shakes his head, digging his claws into Rain’s back.

“Alright” Rain laughs “we’ll stay here as long as you want, love.”

They end up falling asleep like that, content and as close as they possibly can.

#the band ghost #nameless ghouls #ghost bc #the band ghost fic #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #raindrop ghost #golfball writes

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ebullientheart · 10 months

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bulletproof vest. aaron hotchner x reader

content — hurt/comfort. fluff. fem!bau!reader. brief references to typical bau violence. marriage. requested by anon.

you have a nightmare that, for once, is unrelated to your line of work.

your jobs are quite literally nightmare material. arson, murder, and a volley of heinous crimes you spend days and nights peering into. it is entirely unsurprising these villains chase you into the realms of subconsciousness, living in your minds as payment for delving through theirs. almost poetic.

so later, when your adrenal gland gets itself under control, you’ll likely find it funny that your scare came from something objectively less terrifying than your daily life. but in the moment, it feels just as horrible as being hunted by an unsub, or being forced to shoot, or finding yourself utterly defenceless.

all the typical signs of an activated fight or flight invade your body as your eyes peel open. you force yourself to sit and push your pillow upright against the headboard, swiping your damp palms over the sheets and trying to calm your heart. you think its intense pounding is probably what wakes aaron, whose head is right by your chest.

he rasps your name, momentarily confused at your shift in position. he reaches for your bare arm and you resist the urge to shrug him off in your paranoid state. it doesn’t take long for him to work out what’s got you trembling, too familiar with them himself.

“nightmare?” at any other time, you’d be entranced by his rough cut morning voice.

you shrug, whispering back as you’re conscious of jack asleep just down the hall, “i’m alright, babe, go back to sleep.”

with a quiet groan as he stretches his limbs out to sit also, he brings a warm hand to your shoulder blades. it’s firm and consistent, a presence you crave.

“you can’t lie to your husband.” he smiles, trying his best to remind you that he’s not just a fleeting comfort.

you scoff, trying your best to sound braver than you feel, “yeah, cos he’s a profiler.”

“a profiler in love with you,” he affirms, “talk to me, honey. was it foyet? the silencer? piano man?”

your laugh is watery as he lists off evils from your real world. you shake your head, covering his free hand with your own to politely cut him off.

“s’none of them. just a nightmare.”

aaron smiles fondly, “yeah?”

“yeah.”

he’s almost incredulous as he muses, “i didn’t know we could get those anymore.”

again, you laugh, and pride blooms in his chest. he’s not exactly known for his humour, and it stokes something nice in him that he can elicit that chuckle from you, even through your tears. still, he notes the self-deprecating undertone to the sound, and moves to pull you further into him.

“don’t be embarrassed.”

you nudge him, “stop that, we’re not supposed to profile each other.”

“i can’t help it, i know you too well.”

shuddering lightly at the memory of your cold fear, you concede, “there are worse things.”

he agrees and locks you to his front as he eases both of you back down to the mattress, not bothering to fix your pillow as you lay across him like a bulletproof vest. that’s how aaron makes you feel in moments like these; bulletproof.

#🤍ebullientheart #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #bau!reader #aaron hotchner fluff #hurt/comfort #fluff #aaron hotchner x reader #fem!reader #aaron hotchner x bau!reader #aaron hotchner hurt/comfort

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heretherebedork · 9 months

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The way we start the episode, with Yoh in the shirt Segasaki bought for him and obviously coming out to show him, eager to be seen in his new gift and only a little nervous... He's so desperate to be loved.

And Segasaki gives him what Yoh so desperately craves... words of affirmation! And Yoh absolutely lights up. He is desperate for love but he needs that love in the most straightforward words possible or he'll overthink every movement, touch and choice and that seems to be something Segasaki still doesn't recognize. He still, and constantly, tries to show love in every other way besides words.

But this was so good. This showed exactly what Yoh is looking for and that Segasaki can give it. Look at his smile! He lights up like fireworks, so bright and brilliant, just from that tiny little compliment. I am losing my mind over them, okay?

And Segasaki steps in with the order, taking control of the situation and their relationship again... but in the process forcing Yoh to break a promise and putting him a position where he, again, is reminded that he agreed to obey him. Which he might enjoy but because he still doesn't totally believe that Segasaki loves him... well, it's a lot harder.

In which Segasaki gives orders that are about love but because he uses orders without words of affection... Yoh misunderstands and is ashamed instead. I absolutely believe that if Yoh felt loved, he would view all of these orders differently. But he doesn't. Because the one love language he recognizes is the one that Segasaki uses the most sparingly and with the least clarity.

Can I also point out that Segasaki is constantly bathed in light this entire scene, bright and unearthly, while Yoh is very grounded and more in the shadows. It's because Segasaki knows that he loves Yoh and that Yoh cares about him return while Yoh is still confused and unsure about their relationship and how he feels, let alone how Segasaki feels.

Welcome back to 'Yoh desperately wants to be loved and owned exactly as Segasaki is doing it but needs verbal and language-forward confirmation that Segasaki simply doesn't think anyone should need'.

The bright and nearly colorless Segasaski looming over Yoh as he tells his Matsudaira he was ordered to stay home and you can feel his own tension here, between wanting the orders but also that doubt he still has about Segasaki and it's just all so good.

Have I mentioned that Yoh is tiny and adorable and confused and desperate because he is and he breaks my heart. Because he is so loved and he could be so, so happy but the communication barrier between himself and Segasaki is a mile wide and a mile high and neither one of them knows how to scale it. It is especially not helped by the nature of their relationship and what Yoh needs from Segasaki.

Yoh knowing that his friend is a huge fan of Segasaki and that Segasaki will turn on the charm with her in a way he so rarely does with him and the fact that he can't trust that charm. The panic. But also the complete lack of reaction to Segasaki pushing him across the hall. That doesn't bother him at all.

She's more sure about their relationship than Yoh is. I love that.

The isolation that Yoh feels isn't changing. He's still unsure about their relationship or where he stands with Segasaki, insecure and afraid and he still feels like he's always on shaky ground, like Segasaki turns on the charm with everyone but him.

This is what she sees. Not what Yoh sees. And that's where the disconnect lies. Because you have to look past just his words to see Segasaki's love but Yoh is afraid of trusting that. He's unsure how to read the way he acts and how to respond and so much of his aloofness is a desperate attempt to protect himself.

Yoh clings to Segasaki desperately while he says this because what he hates is the insecurity and the unsure way he feels and everything about this relationship that leaves him on shaky and unsteady ground all the time, constantly going from one emotional feeling to another without a break inbetween.

Segasaki loves Yoh so much but he enjoys him jealous and childish and he likes the way he is as a brat... the problem is that he isn't giving Yoh the steady base he needs to also be himself and Segasaki is starting to see that. He wants the old things they used to share but can't have them because Yoh is constantly on unsteady ground with him and so cannot give him what he wants except when he's drunk or otherwise in a more extreme state.

This is probably the most interesting moment here. Because it's obvious that Segasaki really loves this side of Yoh, when he's a little jealous and very clingy and very needy and just wants to be with him and be loved and be tamed. But, right now, the only way to get it is for him to be drunk.

But how much of that is Segasaki's choices coming into play? He still hasn't figured out that Yoh's singular love language is words and that he needs this kind of thing spelled out to him or he overthinks and spirals no matter how much orders Segasaki gives him to the contrary. Because Segasaki is definitely the brat-tamer Dom here and Yoh wants that, needs that, but he also needs the words in order to recognize what's going on.

Just because everyone else sees what's going on doesn't mean he does.

#taikan yoho #my personal weatherman #segasaki x yoh #japanese bl #bl drama #bl series #asianlgbtqdramas #asian lgbtq dramas #japanese drama #japanese series #j drama #jbl #bl jdrama #jdrama #japanese bl series #japanese bl drama #i love them so much but also dear lord yoh needs words so badly #but segasaki just keeps avoiding them

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