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shifters let’s lock in fr im tired af of this place

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‼️shifting proof

please read everything that’s on here.

i have more if you want it!

i hope this motivates you to another try.

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stop worrying

i manifested majority of my dream life in 3 months, simply because i stopped worrying. i stopped asking "how" or "when", i stopped wondering if i needed to take extra steps or if i needed to put in work. i stopped worrying about if i was doing the right methods or if the process was happening. i stopped asking and started doing; started affirming daily, reminding myself, stopped wavering, interrupted negative thoughts immediately during occurance and replaced them with positive ones.

i used to have no path in life, i didn't have a job, friends, a relationship, wasn't in school, depressed, struggling with an eating disorder. i was literally living the staple life that most people would absolutely dread.

i switched the entirety of my purpose around simply by telling myself otherwise. i rejected what others told me what my "reality" and replaced it with what i truly wanted. within 3 months, i was socializing more than i had in the last 3 years. i was getting opportunities i used to dream about.

and remember, it only took me 3 months because that's how long i choose for it to take. there were times where i would say "this will come next week" instead of "this will come within 0.00001 seconds". therefore, i got my results by next week instead of instantly. you choose your time period.

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Hiii sweetie, im here to tell you that you’re doing such a good job! Keep going! You can do this i promise!

You’ve come so far and im so proud of you! Thank yourself for not giving up, give yourself credit. Even if u do feel like giving up, thats ok, you can always take a break and if this is meant for you then it will simply find you again. Trust. Whats meant for you will always find you. You are where you’re supposed to be. Breathe, and take it one step at a time. Be kind to yourself. And always remember, time doesnt matter, time isnt real. Please dont be worried about the time its taking or “time wasted”. Everything is working out for you<3

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I MANAGED TO BECOME A MASTER SHIFTER !

Hiii! My name is Solia but you can call me Lia 💞

Disclaimer : English is not my first language, I don't yet speak it fluently, so i use a translators.

I have been in the shifting community since 2021. I shift for the first time when I decided to stop using shifttok and went to shiftblr instead.

I can't really give the magic recipe for shifting because it simply doesn't exist, you have to find what's stopping you from shifting/manifesting. Personally my problem was that I couldn't separate myself from this reality. When I tried to shift, I focused too much on the symptoms and when I wanted to manifest I spent my time checking to see if I had the results in my CR.

I managed to understand what my blockages were thanks to @salemlunaa. Her post really helped me improve and without it I would probably still be stuck in this reality, so if you see this tysm you literally save my life lol 😭. And it was when I understood my blockages that I finally shifted. It was the happiest day of my life, the moment when all my efforts were rewarded and I was confirmed that I hadn't done all that for nothing.

So after that I happened to miss a few other shifting attempts, but I continued to shift until I finally didn't miss any. And now i shift like EVERY NIGHT 😭. I strongly invite you to do the same and NEVER give up. when you gonna succeed you will realize how simple it is.

I'm so sorry I don't explain very well so if you have any questions I'll be happy to answer them

Xoxo, Solia ૮꒰ྀི⸝⸝> . <⸝⸝꒱ྀིა

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Moon boys after NNN

Moon Knight system x fem!reader

Summary: The boys barely survived the NNN challenge and december has arrived.

Can be seen as a sequel to -> [X]

CW/triggers: NSFW, smut, fingering, oral (m! + f! receiving), spanking, cum eating, p in v, brat taming(?), thanksgiving mentioned. Let me know if I missed some!

A/n: I'll be sent straight to prison for this. Life sentence into an asylum wearing a straitjacket aswell.

December finally arrived, November is no more, meaning you can get comfortable while it's snowing outside, christmas feeling everywhere, get some hot chocolate to enjoy and...

The boys.

Jake was the only one who was acting normal, whistling and acting all professional.

Last month was a bit entertaining. For you atleast. But the boys? Not so much. Not at all.

Steven had some days where he acted like being seconds away from snapping, even biting his fingernails to suppress his needs.

Marc wasn't afraid of staring you down like you were his next prey he's going to chase down and enjoy for himself. Seeing him act like that made you afraid of even saying one word or make a remark about his behavior, fearing he might just pounce on you.

You haven't talked to the boys yet, it was only 4 AM and you didn't want to disrupt their sleep if they even were sleeping and not plotting their revenge on you.

It was only seconds after you came back from a raid on the fridge that you heard a knock on your door.

"Mi amor?"

You froze. It was Jake.

"Don't try to hide, you're not sleeping, we heard you in the kitchen." Jake chuckled, before he slowly opened the door, poking his head inside. "Oh hey, there you are." he grinned.

*Who's gettin' her first, guys?*

*Jake.*

"Jake? Why are you awake? It's 4 AM."

Jake closed the door behind him and slowly walked towards you. "Well," he shrugged "thought we will start the day early, eh? Maybe a nice wake up call?"

He sat down at the edge of your bed while you eyed him with tiredness and confusion.

"Alright hermosa, why don't you bend over my knees?" he patted them invitingly, grinning like the cheshire cat.

You swallowed, obediently getting up to bend over his knees. You knew you're in trouble now.

"So," he started, running his hand over your butt, giving each cheek a squeeze. "you had one month of just having yourself." he spanked you lightly. "But you know what?" he leaned down. "Steven, Marc and I are so pent up rightnow." he said, giving another spank, harder this time.

"You could have said something!" you gasped.

Jakes hand slipped underneath your clothes, squeezing your thigh. "Oh you didn't notice us? How the other two were acting?"

"I'm sorry!"

Jake chuckled, his hand found it's way to your hole, finding it already wet. "Look at that, you're wet! Couldn't wait either, hm?" he teased, his fingers probing into you and pushing two inside.

"F-where are the other two?" you half moaned, half gasped.

Jake thrusted his fingers in and out of you. "Don't worry, they will get their share too." he undressed your lower half, spreading your legs for better access while finger fucking you. His other hand moved to stroke his hardening cock through his pants, this time Jake isn't being as patient now that he's got you.

He pulled his semi-hard cock out, stroking himself a few times before looking down at you. "Why don't you go ahead and give me a head start?" he asked gently, but there was a demand in his tone that couldn't been overheard.

Leaning in, you licked the underside of his shaft, moving upwards while Jake finger fucked you faster, he was already starting to leak, you licked the tip, gathering the precum on your tongue before heading in, taking his throbbing cock into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it.

It caused Jake's leg to twitch at the sudden warmth of your mouth and your tongue magic.

"Fuck," he threw his head back, his hand cradling your head "you have no idea how good that feels after so long."

Your moans around him made him shudder at the pleasure. His thumb moved to rub your clit, making you almost drool all over his cock before his fingers dipped back into your needy pussy, curling them just right to make you arch your back.

Jake pushed your head down further on his cock, urging you to take more of him. He felt his control slipping, his hips rocked gently as he held you captive on his cock with his fingers stuffing your needy pussy.

Your eyes rolled back when Jake curled his fingers and hit a sweet spot. His breathing was getting heavier, the thrusts of his fingers harder and his cock throbbed inside your mouth.

"Shit, sweetheart, I'm getting close." Jake groaned, guiding your head faster. Jake pulled his fingers out of you, rubbing your clit in fast circles and pressing down, only to dive his fingers back into your cunt, making you moan uncontrollably around his cock, your teeth grazing his shaft which made him almost cum but he held himself back.

"Fuck, -ah- keep going sweetie." He grunted.

You felt his fingers curl inside you again, making you see stars when finally you coated his fingers in your juices. Jake didn't hesistate, using his free hand to join his other on your head, making you gag multiple times as Jake just used you like a doll.

Finally, when he came down your throat, he came hard, holding you in place while you obediently swallowed his load and catching his breath.

"You're okay down there, princesa?" Jake asked, gently pulling you off of his softening cock and cradling your face. "Phew, I'm afraid I enjoyed that way too much." he chuckled softly, moving in to kiss your forehead.

"I'll leave you be now, okay?" Jake cooed, but he knew you're far from done.

He stood up, leaving you sitting on the bed. Jake stopped with his hand on the door handle, turning around to face you. But it wasn't Jake anymore.

"Hi there, honey. Missed me?"

Your ears perched up. "Marc?"

"Mhm."

You bit your lip. "You're going to-?"

He made his way over, smirking. "What? Thought after Jake you'd be done? No-ooou, not gonna happen." he flipped you over, making you bend over the bed and pushed you up on your knees.

Marc's eyes roamed over your body, landing on your pussy seeing the wetness from Jake's handiwork still there.

His hands roamed your back, waist and hips before landing on your butt, squeezing firmly. "Fuck you had really no idea what you made us go through?" he asked, sounding as if he genuinely wanted to know.

"You could have stopped anytime, you know?"

"Yeah but you challenged us. And we don't shy away from a good challenge when we know what's our reward going to be."

You couldn't help but chuckle. "Geez."

"Baby it's going to be like thanksgiving for you. But you're the turkey getting stuffed." He slapped your cheek, marking it up with a faint handprint.

"Who's doing the stuffing?" you teased.

Marc's eyebrows shot up, he leaned down until his lips brushed your ear. "Oh honey. You're about to get stuffed up so good and in the end get devoured."

He ground himself against your ass, you could feel his soft cock hardening once more. The way his clothed shaft rubbed against you just right made you go all fuzzy.

"Fuck, sweetheart, sorry but I can't fucking wait." Marc rasped, quickly pulling his pants down, stroking himself until he was fully hard again and pressed the tip against your still wet pussy. He pushed inside in one swift thrust until he was fully sheathed.

You gasped at his thickness entering you so suddenly.

"F-f-fuck, I missed this so much." his eyes rolled back into his skull at finally feeling you again after so long.

His hand moved to your spine, encouraging you to arch your back for better access. He set a steady pace, increasing it step by step.

Marc couldn't keep his control up for long though, your insides felt like heaven to him, he don't want to cum, he wants to keep pounding into you until you're a broken mess.

But his thrusting increased heavily, the grip on your hips thightened with almost every thrust before he released them to slow his thrusts, grinding his hips slowly against you to regain his control.

"Mmh, fuck you just feel so fucking good." He bit his lip hard enough to almost make it bleed while looking down at you.

Your pussy at this point was so slippy, Marc nearly thought he'd broke your insides somehow. But he loved the feeling.

"Listen if you wanna cum, you better do it now before I choose to fuck this pussy into oblivion." he threatened, squeezing your ass cheeks firmly while he was hammering into you, desperate for his release.

Your poor pussy couldn't take any more of this, your orgasm hit you so hard you were on the verge of passing out.

"Oh god- oh fuck!" Marc groaned deeply, his cock throbbing inside you before he released his cum into you.

Panting, Marc pulled out, running a hand through his hair and face and sitting down next to you on the bed.

You looked like a fucked out mess and Steven didn't even had his round with you.

"Okay I need a drink. Need one too?" He breathed out.

You huffed, your mind was as blank as it could possible be. "Later." you smiled.

Marc nodded, getting up to leave your room to get a drink while you were still in the same position - ass pushed up on your knees, overstimulated with Marc's cum leaking out of you and nearly falling asleep.

After Marc had his ice cold refreshment, he made his way back to your room, expecting you to be out cold.

But you're not out cold yet, only about to when he entered again, padding softly over to you and running his warm hand soothingly over your back.

"Marc?"

"Hiya, love." Steven introduced himself lovingly despite his inner need to to devour you.

Steven gently turned you around on your back, seeing your messy face and getting a good view of your fucked out pussy. Beautiful.

"Gonna clean you up now, yeah?" he simply said, kneeling down between your legs.

Before you could question him, he dived his head in and latched his greedy mouth onto your pussy, not caring about slurping up Marc's load aswell.

"God, I couldn't wait to get my mouth back to your cunt, love." he moaned around you, the vibrations making you lose it despite already having had two orgasms.

Steven's tongue dipped into you all the way, already raising up your pleasure once more. Your hands found their way to his head, your fingers ran through his curls while Steven ate you up like he was seconds away from starving.

That's what Marc meant by getting devoured like you were some turkey getting served on thanksgiving. Marc and Jake only did the stuffing, now Steven is going to devour their meal.

Steven felt himself getting hard, his hand slipped inside his pants to jerk off while devouring you.

Normally Steven was able to eat you out without jerking off, but now, after that stupid challenge it was impossible for him not to.

He loved loved the way you tugged on his hair everytime he hit a spot with his tongue, loving how desperate you were for another orgasm.

While Steven continued his tongue swirling on you, you felt the familiar knot build up, your moans getting needy, letting Steven know you're close.

But he was close too by the time you were, his hand had squeezed around his girth to mimic your pussy before he suddenly stood up, looking down at you with his mouth glistening in your juices and his curls a mess.

"You taste heavenly, love. So, so delicious. But I need t' feel you 'round me."

His cock was already free, leaking precum as he positioned himself between your legs.

Needy Steven speared your pussy on his cock right away, desperate to feel your tightness around him.

"Oh god, fuck- almost forgot how your cunt's feelin'!" he grunted, his hips slamming into yours, getting lost in the feeling.

Your hips bucked into him, chasing your imminent orgasm once more, Steven's fingers digged into your flesh, his cock was ready to explode inside you.

Both of you shared a mutual orgasm, your pussy clamped down just as he released his load into you.

After Steven pulled out, he collapsed down on the bed beside you. Both of you panting from the intense experience.

"Holy shit," Steven panted. "love, now if you know what's good f' you, you better not make us accept some stupid no sex challenge."

You laughed.

"Oi, 'm serious. You were extremely lucky Marc and I didn't lash out on you."

"Yeah I know." you smacked his shoulder playfully.

"We're definitely not made for those challenges."

You giggled. "Mhm, all three of you belong into horny jail."

Steven glared at you, a dirty smirk on his face.

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Moon boys after NNN

Moon Knight system x fem!reader

Summary: The boys barely survived the NNN challenge and december has arrived.

Can be seen as a sequel to -> [X]

CW/triggers: NSFW, smut, fingering, oral (m! + f! receiving), spanking, cum eating, p in v, brat taming(?), thanksgiving mentioned. Let me know if I missed some!

A/n: I'll be sent straight to prison for this. Life sentence into an asylum wearing a straitjacket aswell.

December finally arrived, November is no more, meaning you can get comfortable while it's snowing outside, christmas feeling everywhere, get some hot chocolate to enjoy and...

The boys.

Jake was the only one who was acting normal, whistling and acting all professional.

Last month was a bit entertaining. For you atleast. But the boys? Not so much. Not at all.

Steven had some days where he acted like being seconds away from snapping, even biting his fingernails to suppress his needs.

Marc wasn't afraid of staring you down like you were his next prey he's going to chase down and enjoy for himself. Seeing him act like that made you afraid of even saying one word or make a remark about his behavior, fearing he might just pounce on you.

You haven't talked to the boys yet, it was only 4 AM and you didn't want to disrupt their sleep if they even were sleeping and not plotting their revenge on you.

It was only seconds after you came back from a raid on the fridge that you heard a knock on your door.

"Mi amor?"

You froze. It was Jake.

"Don't try to hide, you're not sleeping, we heard you in the kitchen." Jake chuckled, before he slowly opened the door, poking his head inside. "Oh hey, there you are." he grinned.

*Who's gettin' her first, guys?*

*Jake.*

"Jake? Why are you awake? It's 4 AM."

Jake closed the door behind him and slowly walked towards you. "Well," he shrugged "thought we will start the day early, eh? Maybe a nice wake up call?"

He sat down at the edge of your bed while you eyed him with tiredness and confusion.

"Alright hermosa, why don't you bend over my knees?" he patted them invitingly, grinning like the cheshire cat.

You swallowed, obediently getting up to bend over his knees. You knew you're in trouble now.

"So," he started, running his hand over your butt, giving each cheek a squeeze. "you had one month of just having yourself." he spanked you lightly. "But you know what?" he leaned down. "Steven, Marc and I are so pent up rightnow." he said, giving another spank, harder this time.

"You could have said something!" you gasped.

Jakes hand slipped underneath your clothes, squeezing your thigh. "Oh you didn't notice us? How the other two were acting?"

"I'm sorry!"

Jake chuckled, his hand found it's way to your hole, finding it already wet. "Look at that, you're wet! Couldn't wait either, hm?" he teased, his fingers probing into you and pushing two inside.

"F-where are the other two?" you half moaned, half gasped.

Jake thrusted his fingers in and out of you. "Don't worry, they will get their share too." he undressed your lower half, spreading your legs for better access while finger fucking you. His other hand moved to stroke his hardening cock through his pants, this time Jake isn't being as patient now that he's got you.

He pulled his semi-hard cock out, stroking himself a few times before looking down at you. "Why don't you go ahead and give me a head start?" he asked gently, but there was a demand in his tone that couldn't been overheard.

Leaning in, you licked the underside of his shaft, moving upwards while Jake finger fucked you faster, he was already starting to leak, you licked the tip, gathering the precum on your tongue before heading in, taking his throbbing cock into your mouth and swirling your tongue around it.

It caused Jake's leg to twitch at the sudden warmth of your mouth and your tongue magic.

"Fuck," he threw his head back, his hand cradling your head "you have no idea how good that feels after so long."

Your moans around him made him shudder at the pleasure. His thumb moved to rub your clit, making you almost drool all over his cock before his fingers dipped back into your needy pussy, curling them just right to make you arch your back.

Jake pushed your head down further on his cock, urging you to take more of him. He felt his control slipping, his hips rocked gently as he held you captive on his cock with his fingers stuffing your needy pussy.

Your eyes rolled back when Jake curled his fingers and hit a sweet spot. His breathing was getting heavier, the thrusts of his fingers harder and his cock throbbed inside your mouth.

"Shit, sweetheart, I'm getting close." Jake groaned, guiding your head faster. Jake pulled his fingers out of you, rubbing your clit in fast circles and pressing down, only to dive his fingers back into your cunt, making you moan uncontrollably around his cock, your teeth grazing his shaft which made him almost cum but he held himself back.

"Fuck, -ah- keep going sweetie." He grunted.

You felt his fingers curl inside you again, making you see stars when finally you coated his fingers in your juices. Jake didn't hesistate, using his free hand to join his other on your head, making you gag multiple times as Jake just used you like a doll.

Finally, when he came down your throat, he came hard, holding you in place while you obediently swallowed his load and catching his breath.

"You're okay down there, princesa?" Jake asked, gently pulling you off of his softening cock and cradling your face. "Phew, I'm afraid I enjoyed that way too much." he chuckled softly, moving in to kiss your forehead.

"I'll leave you be now, okay?" Jake cooed, but he knew you're far from done.

He stood up, leaving you sitting on the bed. Jake stopped with his hand on the door handle, turning around to face you. But it wasn't Jake anymore.

"Hi there, honey. Missed me?"

Your ears perched up. "Marc?"

"Mhm."

You bit your lip. "You're going to-?"

He made his way over, smirking. "What? Thought after Jake you'd be done? No-ooou, not gonna happen." he flipped you over, making you bend over the bed and pushed you up on your knees.

Marc's eyes roamed over your body, landing on your pussy seeing the wetness from Jake's handiwork still there.

His hands roamed your back, waist and hips before landing on your butt, squeezing firmly. "Fuck you had really no idea what you made us go through?" he asked, sounding as if he genuinely wanted to know.

"You could have stopped anytime, you know?"

"Yeah but you challenged us. And we don't shy away from a good challenge when we know what's our reward going to be."

You couldn't help but chuckle. "Geez."

"Baby it's going to be like thanksgiving for you. But you're the turkey getting stuffed." He slapped your cheek, marking it up with a faint handprint.

"Who's doing the stuffing?" you teased.

Marc's eyebrows shot up, he leaned down until his lips brushed your ear. "Oh honey. You're about to get stuffed up so good and in the end get devoured."

He ground himself against your ass, you could feel his soft cock hardening once more. The way his clothed shaft rubbed against you just right made you go all fuzzy.

"Fuck, sweetheart, sorry but I can't fucking wait." Marc rasped, quickly pulling his pants down, stroking himself until he was fully hard again and pressed the tip against your still wet pussy. He pushed inside in one swift thrust until he was fully sheathed.

You gasped at his thickness entering you so suddenly.

"F-f-fuck, I missed this so much." his eyes rolled back into his skull at finally feeling you again after so long.

His hand moved to your spine, encouraging you to arch your back for better access. He set a steady pace, increasing it step by step.

Marc couldn't keep his control up for long though, your insides felt like heaven to him, he don't want to cum, he wants to keep pounding into you until you're a broken mess.

But his thrusting increased heavily, the grip on your hips thightened with almost every thrust before he released them to slow his thrusts, grinding his hips slowly against you to regain his control.

"Mmh, fuck you just feel so fucking good." He bit his lip hard enough to almost make it bleed while looking down at you.

Your pussy at this point was so slippy, Marc nearly thought he'd broke your insides somehow. But he loved the feeling.

"Listen if you wanna cum, you better do it now before I choose to fuck this pussy into oblivion." he threatened, squeezing your ass cheeks firmly while he was hammering into you, desperate for his release.

Your poor pussy couldn't take any more of this, your orgasm hit you so hard you were on the verge of passing out.

"Oh god- oh fuck!" Marc groaned deeply, his cock throbbing inside you before he released his cum into you.

Panting, Marc pulled out, running a hand through his hair and face and sitting down next to you on the bed.

You looked like a fucked out mess and Steven didn't even had his round with you.

"Okay I need a drink. Need one too?" He breathed out.

You huffed, your mind was as blank as it could possible be. "Later." you smiled.

Marc nodded, getting up to leave your room to get a drink while you were still in the same position - ass pushed up on your knees, overstimulated with Marc's cum leaking out of you and nearly falling asleep.

After Marc had his ice cold refreshment, he made his way back to your room, expecting you to be out cold.

But you're not out cold yet, only about to when he entered again, padding softly over to you and running his warm hand soothingly over your back.

"Marc?"

"Hiya, love." Steven introduced himself lovingly despite his inner need to to devour you.

Steven gently turned you around on your back, seeing your messy face and getting a good view of your fucked out pussy. Beautiful.

"Gonna clean you up now, yeah?" he simply said, kneeling down between your legs.

Before you could question him, he dived his head in and latched his greedy mouth onto your pussy, not caring about slurping up Marc's load aswell.

"God, I couldn't wait to get my mouth back to your cunt, love." he moaned around you, the vibrations making you lose it despite already having had two orgasms.

Steven's tongue dipped into you all the way, already raising up your pleasure once more. Your hands found their way to his head, your fingers ran through his curls while Steven ate you up like he was seconds away from starving.

That's what Marc meant by getting devoured like you were some turkey getting served on thanksgiving. Marc and Jake only did the stuffing, now Steven is going to devour their meal.

Steven felt himself getting hard, his hand slipped inside his pants to jerk off while devouring you.

Normally Steven was able to eat you out without jerking off, but now, after that stupid challenge it was impossible for him not to.

He loved loved the way you tugged on his hair everytime he hit a spot with his tongue, loving how desperate you were for another orgasm.

While Steven continued his tongue swirling on you, you felt the familiar knot build up, your moans getting needy, letting Steven know you're close.

But he was close too by the time you were, his hand had squeezed around his girth to mimic your pussy before he suddenly stood up, looking down at you with his mouth glistening in your juices and his curls a mess.

"You taste heavenly, love. So, so delicious. But I need t' feel you 'round me."

His cock was already free, leaking precum as he positioned himself between your legs.

Needy Steven speared your pussy on his cock right away, desperate to feel your tightness around him.

"Oh god, fuck- almost forgot how your cunt's feelin'!" he grunted, his hips slamming into yours, getting lost in the feeling.

Your hips bucked into him, chasing your imminent orgasm once more, Steven's fingers digged into your flesh, his cock was ready to explode inside you.

Both of you shared a mutual orgasm, your pussy clamped down just as he released his load into you.

After Steven pulled out, he collapsed down on the bed beside you. Both of you panting from the intense experience.

"Holy shit," Steven panted. "love, now if you know what's good f' you, you better not make us accept some stupid no sex challenge."

You laughed.

"Oi, 'm serious. You were extremely lucky Marc and I didn't lash out on you."

"Yeah I know." you smacked his shoulder playfully.

"We're definitely not made for those challenges."

You giggled. "Mhm, all three of you belong into horny jail."

Steven glared at you, a dirty smirk on his face.

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If you feel like giving up on shifting, here's a list of the highs and the lows I've experienced only thanks to shifting:

-Being with someone I liked in my original reality but couldn't have;

-Having fairy wings and flying, feeling the air flow between your hair, body and the rush of adreline the higher you go up;

-Using my magic for the first time, connecting with all sort of living beings (plants, animals) and being able to communicate with them and feel things in a deeper way;

-Having a group of friends in my dorm and becoming united and tight;

-Using futuristic technology;

-Reading really ancient magical books;

-Seeing our solar system in space;

-Actually, being inside a spaceship and seeing space FROM space itself! You think everything is huge and distant? You won't realize how true it is until you're there;

-Connecting to different types of elemental magic all around you, from fire, to water, to more complex things like light and space itself;

-Using magic to make your life easier. Bed? Just use your magic to make it. Clothes? Just spin around and you're ready to go. Bad hair? What's that? I know too many beauty spells to have bad hair;

-Using both dark and light powers, truly understanding the meaning of emotions, even the ones considered ""negative";

-Having an actual arch-nemesis, somehow and someway being so different yet so similar;

-Meeting all sorts of humanoids, from demons, angels, dryads, androids, fairies... and the list goes on;

-Actually belonging to those groups!

-Buying all sort of clothes and accessories, imagine something that doesn't exist here, you can actually wear it now;

-Being sent on mission on another planet;

-Studying on another planet! Waking up and seeing the rings of Saturn, while the sun is just a little tiny dot far away in the sky;

-Being away from Earth and knowing magic is real while the entirety of humanity doesn't;

-Being cast for the first time in your first role!

-Opening a bank account and seeing the cash flow;

-Being loved and appreciated for your talent and the things you do;

-Barely staying on social media to avoid all sort of hate that might get to you;

-Travelling around the world to sing on stage;

-Being able to basically buy anything, without any limits whatsover;

-Big numbers everywhere, from views, to followers, to money;

-Meeting celebrities whom you once liked and being like... "Hey, this person is just like me";

-Celebrities being starstruck for you instead of the other way around;

-a majority of your roles being your main realities;

-Buying your first house! Despite actually living there only for two months max since you're always around the globe;

-Falling in love with people you shouldn't;

-Your ex in your fame reality playing the role of your actual ex of another reality (this one took me out you guys I didn't even do it on purpose)

-Having professors that aren't humans. One of my professor is a victorian frog (If you know you know);

-Being sent all over the cosmo to stop the big bads from taking over;

-While also having to return to class like everything is fine!

-But it totally is... I guess this is the new normal now?;

-Finding out the big villain who's been terrorizing the whole town is your boyfriend's dad and breaking up cause it was too much for you (If you know you know part 2);

-The responsability of the town's safety weighting on you, wondering if you are fit for the role despite winning so many times;

-Starting an investigation on campus because some shady stuff is happening;

-Becoming popular, actually being sucked into popularity and the superficial part of you coming out;

-Your friends being mad at you for it and then remembering what's truly important, them;

-Fighting in battle. You get hurt A LOT if you aren't careful;

-Your arch-nemesis confessing their ACTUAL crimes to you and keeping it a secret because you don't want to get caught by the law;

-Meeting the same people in different realities and realizing how deep people (and also you) are, and how complex life truly is;

I'm sure there's waaaay more since I spent so much time in my realities, but oh there are the ones that came up right now. Hope you guys like the list!

[maiii2809]

i love shiftblr

like the motivation on here has me closer to shifting then 4 years of beibg on shiftok. like a week of being on shiftblr bro.

[maiii2809]

November will be full of blessings

November will be full of good physical health

November will be full of good news

November will be full of good luck

November will be full of good mental health

November will be full of good energy

November will be full of answered prayers

November will be full of peace

November will be full of love

[maiii2809]

How do I explain to my friends/family that I've been dying to shift to espace this reality and finally experience genuine love so bad I think it's damaging my own sanity?

[maiii2809]

How to Shift: Simplified

This is what I did the time when I was closer to shifting (I'm currently in a break, since like a week after that attempt), and it's also how many people shift.

It's actually pretty simple. I'm going to explain it in steps to make it even easier to understand, although it's not supposed to be a step by step method.

LAY DOWN AND RELAX: Breath deeply, meditate, count your heartbeats... do whatever it works for you. take a few minutes, till your mind is as calm as possible.

IMAGINE: Start imagining the exact place where you'll wake up. It's not necessary to visualise, I personally don't do it. I just imagine everything in first person as I were there. If you feel like it, try adding more and more details, like the breathing of your roomies, the texture of your clothes, etc. However, this is optional.

THINK AS YOUR DR SELF: What are you doing tomorrow? What's that thing you can't forget to do? Do you have to finish your homework? Think in first person, as you were you other self. Daily basic things. Think what s normal person would think before going to sleep.

ENJOY BEING THERE IN IMAGINATION: Once you've imagined it, you're there. So, go on, enjoy it.

That's basically all. It's not a method. You don't have to do it in order. You don't have to remember the steps. Do it naturally, enjoy the process. Do what you feel like to do.

I'm going to tell you the KEY to this.

FORGET YOU'RE TRYING TO SHIFT. Focus on the 4d (imagination) to the point you don't remember you're not there, but attempting to shift there.

And remember, it's not a step by step method (it's like the fourth time i say it i know), but more of a "do what you feel" method. So do it in the order you like the most. If you rather first start thinking as your DR self, do it. If you rather mix imaginacion and thoughts, you're free to do it. The important thing, is that you feel there, and forget you are (not) there, but you are attempting to shift to that place.

Hope this was clear enough:)

Happy shifting

[maiii2809]

stop being a control freak.

give up. like- actually give up. seriously. give. up.

it's time to let go and trust yourself. pure consciousness is naturally induced when your awareness is away from the 3d, and is only on your 4d. when you lay down, sit up, get comfortable, relax, and dayream/let your thoughts wander/count/etc. your awareness will unintentionally move away from the 3d, and will only be on your 4d.

when you try to force yourself, you'll be doing things that keep your awareness on the 3d. for e.g. you get impatient, so you try counting hoping that something will happen. you try breathing exercises hoping that something will happen. you listen to a subliminal hoping that something will happen. all this while keeping your awareness on the 3d— time, body, surroundings. and then you wonder, "why did i not induce pure consciousness yet?" or "what am i doing wrong?" when pure consciousness is something effortless to induce. remember that.

[maiii2809]

I ALWAYS get what I want no matter what happens. Sooner or later all of the good things the universe/god has in store for me will come at the most perfect time. And like ari said "i want it i got it" PERIODDDD

[maiii2809]

WAIT OMG SAME

I turned 17 today:/

[maiii2809]

Lovely Little Sky

***

18+

I saw that someone requested this. Then a few others. No one actually asked me specifically, but I wrote it.

Khonshu and Jake x Reader

Summary:

After Khonshu 'released' Marc and Steven, Jake takes over as his Moon Knight, driving a large white limo with the investment money that Steven had made, with Marc's last name on the license plate. 

Please note: I do not speak Spanish, and as such, Jake will be speaking English, but with a Spanish mixed with a Chicago accent. Also, I am going to be lazy, and use US currency. I had some help with @mics59 with some Spanish. Thank you!

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of blood, gore, and death. Reader is a crime scene cleaning and sanitation inspector.

***

"Now that we have served justice, the world is much safer. You understand that this is your burden alone to bear, right Jake? Steven and Marc must never find out." Khonshu remarked as he sat in the back seat facing the window to where Jake was driving. Jake glanced at the rear view mirror, his mouth in a tight line as he slowly nodded in regards to the suited moon God.

"Excellent. Now. We should prepare the manor for when we move those fools out of that shit attic they call a flat. We can set things up so Steven thinks one of his investments or relatives have got him and Marc a new house." Khonshu continued to make plans, all the while Jake sat there in silence. When he was done speaking, Jake piped up.

"The basement is mine, boss." Jake's voice was rough with a deep Chicago accent. He didn't sound like he was bargaining. He sounded like he was making a demand.

"Yes, the basement will be yours. You've got to make sure it's hidden well. That worm is too smart for his own good. He is overly observant, and he'll tell Marc."

"I'll hide it in a broom closet, or a storage cellar. Maybe I'll just label it with 'Groundskeeper storage.' Both of them don't like going through old gardening equipment." Jake nonchalantly remarked as he turned the car down a long street that led to an upper-class residential area.

"I don't care what you do, just keep it a secret from them." The God replied. They drove in silence until they got to the large gated mansion that Jake had procured from Steven's investments.

Once inside the gates, and the car parked, Jake got out and opened the door for Khonshu, not that he really needed to. Khonshu simply nodded and got out, and they made their way into the house.

***

It had been two weeks of Jake constantly waking up the moment Steven and Marc went down for the night. Two weeks of the man going out of his way to prepare the building for his alters arrival. Two weeks of setting up basic furniture for the top two levels to make it appear like the house came fully furnished, complete with its own library for Steven, and a lounge area with a bar for Marc. Two weeks of making the basement completely undetectable to his other two personas.

The only thing left, was to hire a maid of sorts. He didn't want either Steven or Marc to have to worry about the upkeep of the manor. He didn't want to give them any reason to turn down such a prize of a home, just because those two were disorganized and messy.

It was Khonshu's idea to hire a maid. He suggested that whoever was hired, should be beautiful enough to be pleasing to the eye for Steven and Marc, but also be professional enough to be intimidating and almost unapproachable.

He had put an ad out halfway through the second week of his preparations, with clear and specific times to contact him. Only at night, after 11:00pm, and to never call after 5:00am. Of course, several applicants had not listened to the times, and they called Jake's number when he wasn't able to answer it. All of them were discarded for not being able to follow the simplest of instructions. 

Until the very last night of the two weeks.

***

It was about 9:30pm when you got home from a hard day of scrubbing up a gruesome crime scene. You were getting sick and tired of your job, working as a crime scene and sudden death cleaner. Normally you would go days with no work, weeks even, but the last week had been spent cleaning up a local bar after a bunch of drug ring leaders and nightclub patrons had been gunned down. You were so done.

The crime scene had been cleared for the next step, cleaning and sanitation. It was released to you and the crew that you worked with. It took about a week of long shifts and so much overtime, but it was done. The club was ready to be opened once more. The last thing that you did that day was a final inspection of the place, using special tools to see if all the blood and gore had been properly cleaned up. You were the inspector, and you were very thorough and very strict about removing any traces of death.

You were growing tired of working day shifts. The days were hot and muggy, and there were too many people around for your liking. The smells were worse during the day as well. You had been working the same job for the past ten years, and it was now growing boring and confining. You hated all the paperwork. You hated working with most of the police force in this area. At least your coworkers weren't so bad.

But now you were at home, freshly showered and in your summer pajamas. You were sitting at your computer, in front of the squeaky air conditioner. You weren't really planning on quitting, but you somehow wandered onto the employment classified ads. At first you were looking at the free ads, then the pet section, and soon it led to reading through the various jobs posted.

You went through terrible sounding jobs that only offered minimal pay. You saw people asking for house cleaners, but they were requesting ten years of experience for entry level pay. Then there were jobs you could do at night, like security, but again, the same problem of cheap employers kept popping up. It was about an hour of scrolling when you stumbled onto a very plain looking ad.

***

Live in maid and personal meal maker requested to tend to the manor of an eccentric and wealthy man. Absolute quiet from the applicant is required from the hours of 5:00am until 2:00pm, as the client works the night shift. Client is a vegan, and the applicant will only have to make one meal a day for the client. Job is more suited to a night person that doesn't mind being alone in a large house most of the time.

Preferred time for the cleaning aspect of the job to be done, is Monday through Friday, 11:00pm-5:00am. Meals can be made around 6:00pm, and if the client is not around, set aside in the fridge. Applicant will receive full medical and dental benefits. Applicant must be able to uphold complete confidentiality for the client.

Please be advised the home has been outfitted with security cameras in every room except for the bathrooms. The applicant's living quarters will not have cameras inside, but be advised there is a camera on the private deck attached for security reasons.

Smoking and drinking are fine.

Absolutely no visitors are allowed inside the building or the grounds, and any visitors will have to wait outside the gates.

$500/night cash to start, with the possibility of raises with good service.

Please text a photo and resume to Jake Lockley, building manager for inquiries. 11:00pm-4:00am only. If you contact me outside of these hours, your application will be immediately refused.

***

You read that posting over and over. That was more than you were making now, for a lot less work, stress, and responsibility. You would be working for a single man in a large house, so how much of a mess could he make? And only having to make one vegan friendly meal a day for the man didn't seem so bad. You were a vegetarian, so it wouldn't be too hard to cater to this guy's needs. Plus, he could afford the expensiveness of the eating lifestyle that he chose, and it wouldn't cost you anything.

You glanced at the clock and saw it was 10:45pm. You waited around, made yourself a tea, and then came back to see it was only five minutes to 11:00pm. You paced around the room as you typed up your text and waited for the time to pass. Five minutes past eleven, you fired off the text and then went to go sit on your deck with a joint.

***

Ding ding!

Jake was just tossing his duffle bag into the limo as his phone went off. He unhooked it from the charger and looked down to see he had received a text. When he got to his messages, he saw dozens of texts, all asking about the job, but mostly every single one was sent long before 11:00pm. All except one. The most recent that caused him to check his messages in the first place.

There yours was. Received at 11:15pm. He opened that one up, and was pleased to see a photo of a beautiful young woman. She was smiling brightly, but her eyes held a certain sadness to them. Like life wasn't all that wonderful, and he could tell the smile was only there as a formality.

He studied the photo for a bit. He noticed there was a small corner of the badge from your work there. He knew exactly what you did for work and when he opened the resume, it confirmed his suspicions. He grinned wickedly, pleased that you had an extensive work experience history.  What intrigued him the most, was that you did clean up for people who had died, removing any trace of what had happened. He deemed this extremely useful. If things worked out, he might be considering offering you a promotion and a substantial raise sooner than intended. He turned to his car and got into the driver's seat. Khonshu materialized into his spot in the back.

"You're looking quite pleased."

"I've found the perfect housekeeper."

"Oh? Have you now? Let me see." The God replied. Jake turned and showed Khonshu his phone. Khonshu hummed and nodded his approval. 

"So it seems that you have. Call her immediately and have her come to the mansion as soon as possible."

And so Jake did. He called you, and you answered. You were surprised when the call was from the man you just sent a message to. When you picked up the line, a deep and sultry accent hit your ears. He asked you if you could start tonight and have a meet and greet. You agreed, and now you were frantically getting dressed as he told you that he would come to pick you up on his way to the rich guy's manor. He said he could be there in just under ten minutes, and now you were quietly fussing about with your hair and trying to choose some shoes.

Once in a plain black dress, some comfy work pumps, and a light touch of makeup, you darted outside to wait for your potential employer.

A white limo rolled up precisely at the time that was given and the back door popped open, seemingly by itself. You peered inside, seeing no one in the back at all. A gruff clearing of a throat could be heard, and you looked through the small window divider to see only the dark brown eyes of a man with curly black hair tucked into a flat cap.

"Hola. My name is Jake Lockley. Please, get in and sit down. We shall discuss your application." He said, and you got in. You were surprised by his sudden use of Spanish.

Jake explained that he was the chauffeur and groundskeeper to the client, a man named Marc Spector, who sometimes went by the name of Steven Grant. That puzzled you, but the ad did state the client was eccentric. Maybe this rich guy was an author, a singer, or an actor. They all had separate names to distinguish work life from their personal life.

Jake drove you around for the better part of the night. He asked you about your current job, and why you wanted a new one. You said you didn't like working during the day, and that you were more of a night owl, with more energy during the time when less people were out and about. You even said you loved being awake at night, just so you could stare at the night sky to study the constellations and the moon phases. Jake seemed happy with your answers and before you knew it, he was parked at a twenty four hour shopping market.

"Here. Take this. Go inside and get what it says on the list. Mr. Spector and Mr. Grant have specific tastes." He handed you a wad of cash and a shopping list. He was now straight up treating the client like he was two separate people with entirely different tastes. You didn't question it at all, and you took the cash and the list, before venturing into the store.

Fifteen minutes later, you came out with a few bags. Jake had jumped out of his seat, going to take the bags from you as he opened the back door. You sat down as he shut it, then he went to put the bags into the trunk. You barely got a look at his face, as his collar was flipped up. All you could tell was that he had dark eyes, olive skin, and he didn't look very friendly.

Again the car was moving, with Jake being silent as he drove. Soon the car stopped once more, and he leaned out the window to punch in a few numbers on a keypad, before driving up to a very large house. You suspected this was the place you would be working and living in. A lot of the windows were open, and the curtains were moving in the gentle breeze.

"This is their home. They have yet to move in. They have just inherited it from a distant relative that they didn't even know they had. The top floor with the library is Mr. Grant's. The main floor is Mr. Spector's."

"Why do you say it like this guy has multiple personalities?" You asked while half joking. Jake gave you a deathly serious look.

"They have Dissociative Identity Disorder. Mr. Grant is the mild mannered, kind, and polite personality. He's the smart one. Mr. Spector is the rough and tumble, risk taker. He likes to be blunt and a bit crass. You will be able to tell who is fronting by the sound of their accent. Mr. Grant is British, while Mr. Spector is American. I wouldn't worry too much, they sleep a lot during the day, and you'll probably only see them in passing." Jake replied as he went on to tell you about your client. You nodded and he gave you the tour of the entire place, then showed you the area you would get if hired. It was huge, much bigger than your current apartment. You were excited, hoping to get the job.

As luck would have it, Jake hired you on the spot, and he gave you enough time to quit your old job to prepare for this one. It was another two weeks when Jake came rolling up at your door at precisely 11:00pm. All of your things were moved into the suite you were provided with, and he informed you that your clients had just moved in a week ago. They knew you would be starting work today, but Jake claimed they would be gone until quite late, and that you were not to go looking for them. Apparently Steven had gotten a promotion at his work after his boss found out he was rich. Something about him now replacing the bitchy manager that didn't like him.

***

Another week had passed. You found Marc's floor was messy in a classic jock kind of way. His bed was never made, his clothes were strewn about all over the floor. Empty liquor bottles littered nearly every surface, and his fridge was full of junk food. His bathroom wasn't too bad. It wasn't disgusting, but the sink and shower were covered in hair, and the toilet was looking like it needed a good scrubbing. In the living room, he had some old sports trophies, some military memorabilia, and a few basic looking decorations. His lounge area had a display of military equipment over the bar. Jake explained that Marc used to be a soldier for a long time, until his disorder had forced him to be discharged.

But Steven's floor was immaculately clean, but cluttered with weird looking nic nacs and old books. The worst area, was his library and office, with shit cluttering nearly every counter and table. A lot of it was paperwork, and it appeared to you that Steven was indeed the smart one. He had mountains of stuff on ancient Egyptian times. The bathroom was completely clean, and only needed the mirror to be washed. The only things in the rest of his space that needed to be cleaned, were the floors and a light surface cleaning. His fridge was packed with healthy and nutritious food.

The entire week you hadn't seen or heard from this odd individual with two personas. You supposed that was good, because Jake had explained that your employer could switch personalities at the drop of a hat, and sometimes would talk to himself. At least Jake had been decent enough to warn you.

Speaking of Jake, you hadn't seen him either. Sometimes you would catch a glimpse of him just leaving in the white limo from your window. Other times, you would catch him working in the yard.

You spent your free time in your suite, reading a book that Steven had left for you one morning about ancient Egyptian Gods. When you got to the chapter about the moon Gods, a large gust of wind blew through your room. Your curtains flew about, and you shivered at how cold the air suddenly was.

Just as you were about to get up to close the window, the wind suddenly died down. You shrugged, just happy the air wasn't freezing anymore. You went back to reading the chapter about Thoth and Khonshu, taking in all their attributes.

"Wow. This book was quite interesting. I shall have to leave Mr. Grant a thank note for allowing me to borrow it." You murmured to yourself as you flipped the page back to a full length photo of Khonshu. This book had been released just a week prior, and it contained photos of the recent odd occurrence by the major pyramids last month.

The epic battle of what appeared to be Ammit and Khonshu battling to the death.

You had been around when that event had occurred, and you got to see them fight first hand. You remembered the rumbling earthquakes from their blows, and the loud noises of things breaking when they fell. It was one of the best times of your life to witness such a sight.

"That guy is definitely the coolest God ever. He's much better than Thor or Loki." You said as you reread what Khonshu's powers supposedly were. The wind flared up again, and you stared at the window. Just as quickly as the gust came through, it was eerily still right after.

Later, you prepared a crispy fried tofu dish that had chickpeas and homemade Thai peanut sauce, over top of vegan friendly noodles. You made a sprout salad and a raspberry dressing to accompany it, then as a final touch, you made a salted caramel chocolate torte, which was vegan as well. You made sure to make enough for yourself, Jake, and two helpings for the rich dual personality guy.

It was about 7:30pm when you finished cooking and just as you were sitting down to eat in Steven's kitchen, the door opened and Jake walked in. That was odd, as he never showed up to work before 10:00pm.

"Ah, good evening, mi Cielito." Jake greeted you as he came into the room and checked the fridge.

That was the first time you saw him smile.

"Steven and Marc send their regards. They enjoyed the meals you prepared, as did I. Tonight's dinner looks amazing. Is that… A chocolate torte?" His smile turned into an excited grin. The first thing he reached for, was the plate with his serving of dessert. He came over to sit down across from you. His grumpy looking visage was now full of happiness as he ate the decadent sweet dish. It was gone in under a minute, and you wondered if he even bothered to chew, yet he hadn't dropped a single crumb.

"That's good to know they like my cooking. Thank you for letting me know. I take it you enjoyed the chocolate torte?" You asked with a giggle, and he nodded as he finished chewing the last bite.

"You know, you didn't have to make me anything. I did say you only had to make one meal for-"

"Nonsense." You interrupted him with a sweet smile.

"You live here too. Why shouldn't I make you something? It's really no trouble for me. And if what you said about the owner of this house is true, he might not remember that his other personality even ate anything."

"Thank you. I did notice that you put Mr. Spector's meals in his fridge downstairs, and you kept Mr. Grant's separate in his up here. I would like to request that you leave mine in the garage fridge, por favor." Jake requested as he got back up and took the dish to the sink. He went back to the fridge and grabbed his meal, then came back over to sit in front of you again.

"I can do that."

You ate dinner in silence, with Jake making small noises of appreciation until his plate was completely clean.

"So, I didn't know you were also a vegan." You casually remarked as you grabbed the dirty dishes and put them into the sink. He sat back with a toothpick, patting his stomach.

"Sí. It is much easier if I follow what they do." Jake replied with a small smile. You nodded as you filled the sink to do the dishes.

"I haven't seen either of them. Steven left me a book to read, and it was very nice." You casually said.

"Oh? What book did he leave you?" Jake asked.

"One on ancient Gods and Goddesses of Egypt. I rather enjoyed the book."

"Which was your favorite?"

"Honestly, it was a tie between Thoth and Khonshu, but I think Khonshu is just badass. God of the moon, time, vengeance, healing, and keeping people safe at night? Plus he is also known for helping out with bountiful crops and the fertility of all life on earth." You answered his question with excitement as you scrubbed at a dish. The wind picked up a little stronger.

"Plus, they say he was the great serpent that brought life to the Cosmic Egg, which brought Earth into creation. A God like that, seems to be the best choice to worship, don't you think?" You finished up with the next plate, and placed it on the drying rack. More wind came rustling through, making the curtains dance and sway.

"You think so?" Jake asked, and you turned to him with a wide grin.

"Oh, yes. I also saw him with my own eyes. I watched from my window. I absolutely dig that bird skull he chooses to have as a head, and those tight fitting wrappings definitely showed off his assets, if you know what I mean." You said as you drained the sink and came back over to the table. Jake stared at you with one brow raised. He looked very interested in what you just said.

And then the wind came rushing through the kitchen, just the same as it did in your room. You could feel a low humming, almost like the central air had just kicked on, but you knew it was turned off.

"Wow. The wind has been crazy today." You said as you went to close the window. When you turned around, Jake was standing right behind you. You squeaked, finding him so close, that you could feel his body heat radiating off of him.

He reached out and used his thumb to remove a smudge of chocolate from your cheek as he mumbled something in Spanish that you didn't quite catch. You watched him lick the chocolate off his thumb, his eyes never leaving yours. Your knees suddenly felt incredibly weak at hearing his deep voice speaking another language. He stared at you, eyes flicking to your lips and back again. You could feel your heart thudding in your chest, and a small blossoming of arousal at your core.

You waited for him to speak, but he seemed to just keep staring. You gulped and caught the movement of his tongue wetting his thick and full lips. He had a kissable mouth…

In the blink of an eye, Jake had moved forward. A second later, he was kissing you. It didn't take very long for your eyes to flutter shut and you melted into the kiss. His hands came up, one cupping your cheek, the other trailing his rough fingertips down your side. You squirmed as he deepened the kiss, feeling his hand on your hip. He pushed you back against the wall next to the window sill, while you clung to the lapels of his jacket.

This was certainly an unexpected occurrence, but a welcome one all the same.

His hand came back up, slowly testing to see if you would protest to him copping a feel of your chest. When you didn't, his large hand gave you an experimental, yet gentle squeeze. You moaned into his mouth, bringing your hands up to rest on his shoulders as you felt one of knees push between your thighs. You found yourself heating up the second his leg grazed your groin.

Oh fuck. What if the rich guy showed up? Usually the food was gone by 8:00pm, and it was almost that time, yet no one had come into the kitchen, except for you and Jake.

Almost as if Jake knew what you were thinking, he pulled away just enough to get a good look at your swollen lips, and the haze of lust forming in your eyes.

"Mi cielito… Mr. Grant isn't here tonight, nor is Mr. Spector." He rasped as he took his hat off and flung it behind him. You watched it land perfectly on one of the obelisks on a buffet hutch. Your chest and pussy clenched at that seamless display of dexterity. It also helped that this gorgeous hunk of a man was holding you against the wall, clearly with the intent of seducing you.

"But, there's cameras-"

"I'm the one that monitors those cameras. They'll never know." Jake murmured as his hand on your face slowly moved to the back of your head. His thumb ran up and down your neck, causing you to shake a little from how good that felt. You were trying so hard not to rock yourself against him.

But Jake had other plans.

He could see the desire welling up in your eyes, and he knew you wanted him. He also knew you were a professional woman, and that you were possibly considering telling him off, strictly because you thought he was your coworker. He decided to push you a bit closer to the edge of letting go, by resting his forehead against yours to look into your eyes.

"Do you want me to stop?" He rasped. The tone of his voice sounded like he didn't want to, like he was restraining himself from taking this to a higher level of intimacy. You didn't really want him to stop, but you were scared that you'd get fired for indulging with him.

"I don't want to get fired… I haven't even met our boss yet."

"They won't fire you for this. If you don't want me to continue, I'll stop." That was all you really wanted to hear from him.

You pulled him in, kissing him once more. His hands gripped you tighter, and he grunted as he pressed his tongue against your lips. You opened your mouth, letting his tongue slip inside as you made a small noise that sounded like a desperate whine.

Then he started to rub his knee against you, causing sparks to fly from your center all the way to your vision. You became dizzy with lust, rocking yourself against his leg. It was enough of an indication that you wanted more, that Jake's hand on your hip slid to your front and he slipped his hand down your thigh. His other hand came down to grab at the other side of your waist. In an instant, he pushed his other knee between your legs, making a perfect seat for you to sit on.

You whined at the loss of something to grind on, but it quickly turned into a sharp wail as his hand came into contact with the juncture of your thighs. His fingers caught a hold of your underwear, pushing them to the side.

"Querida… So wet…" Jake growled as he stuffed one of his thick calloused fingers into your sopping wet hole. You squirmed as he leaned down to kiss your neck. The kisses turned into a heavy suction on your skin, sending more pleasing jolts of arousal through you. He left a large bruise as he nipped at your flesh, which you knew wouldn't be easily hidden. He was not being gentle at all, but you enjoyed it.

"Ah, Jake…" You groaned as he probed you, then he added a second finger, swishing them back and forth.

You dropped your head to his shoulder as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. He chuckled darkly as you started to grind against his hand. It didn't take very long for him to find the most sensitive spot inside. He curled his fingers as he flicked his wrist, and that's when you moaned loudly in his ear. He did it again, and your head snapped back, nearly hitting the wall, but his hand flew up, stopping that from happening.

"Careful… Don't want ya to get a concussion." He said softly. His thumb brushed up against your clit, and your head went back as you bucked against him.

"Fuck, Jake… Please…" You begged him for more, and he laughed again.

"Please what, mi cielitonis?"

"Please, fuck me…"

"Ah, Sí…" You didn't have to tell him twice. He removed his hands from your body, and quickly went to work unbuckling his belt. You sighed as you looked down to see him pull his cock from his underwear, and you nearly squealed at the size of him.

You reached down, and grasped him, smoothing your fingers around his soft skin that encased his hard cock. You gave him a few strokes, watching as precome leaked from the tip, before he reached out to grab your underwear, shoving it aside so he could enter you. He alternated from looking at how he easily slid inside, to looking at your eyes.

Your eyes slid halfway closed, mouth hanging open as he filled you. You sighed, feeling him pulse and throb as he stayed still for a moment, allowing you to adjust to his size. After a while, he tested the waters by giving you a good buck. You whined for him, squeezing his shoulders from the wonderful sensation. Jake grunted and pushed his forehead against yours, staring at your eyes as he thrust in and out of you.

"H-harder, please…"

With each push, he got a little bit rougher, and you got a little bit louder. Soon your moans and very loud sloppy and wet noises were echoing throughout the kitchen. Jake was barely making any noises, aside from the occasional grunt and random words in Spanish. All the while he just kept looking into your eyes and kissing your swollen lips.

"Fuck… You're so tight… Oh God…Feel… So good…" Jake finally broke the silence with words you could understand. You felt yourself clench, squeezing him and making it hard for him to hold onto his resolve. He seemed to twitch ever so slightly, like he was desperately trying to stay awake or focus, which was odd, as he was quite active and appeared to be fully awake.

What you didn't know was that Jake had been awake for the past forty eight hours. He hadn't eaten, and he knew you would have something waiting for him in Steven's fridge. He was excited to eat, mostly because your food always hit the right spot and satisfied him, giving him the proper amount of nutrients and flavor, but he also had to make sure there weren't two fully loaded plates to confuse Steven when he woke up.

Then he was not prepared for the chocolate torte tasting as good as it did. He could have sworn it tasted exactly like his grandmother's, only she used dairy and eggs. If he didn't know that you followed the vegan rules down to the letter, he would have been certain that it contained eggs and milk. That had set him off. He knew Steven and Marc would agree when they got around to it.

Then when he sat there in near silence with you, he had eaten his meal quite slowly as he looked you over. You had gotten bold over the past week, wearing whatever you wanted to wear, instead of a professional cleaner's uniform, or business attire. The dress you had on was black, with a shimmering layer filled with iridescent ribbon woven into it. He decided it made you look especially stunning. Then when he watched you get to your torte, he saw such happiness as you munched away. He would watch you eat from your fork, and then you would lick it nice and slow to enjoy every bit of the chocolate. 

It made him excruciatingly hard. He was certain you weren't doing it on purpose, mostly because he already had his, knowing how good it was. Then the wind picked up, and you made your way over to the window. You had to pass right by him. He could smell all the lovely food scents, and then an underlying sweet aroma that was your perfume or your shampoo. He found himself turning and watching you walk away, and he nearly had a nose bleed right there. That dress was so fucking short, he could see the lace of your knickers on the curve of your ass. Those heels weren't helping with the hunger he was experiencing. 

He leapt up from his chair so fast, his feet almost gliding along the floor. He was ready to assist you, should the window not wish to cooperate. But the window did cooperate, which just left him standing unnecessarily close to you.

Which led up to this moment where he was slamming himself into you repeatedly, while you dug your nails into his shoulder and back. He wasn't really tired at that moment, but he kept hearing a gravelly voice demanding to give in.

Jake grit his teeth and tilted his hips, going to dig and stir himself deeper into you. His grip tightened, feeling a wave of fluids coat him as you clamped down all over his cock. He sucked his lower lip between his teeth and hoisted one of your legs up as far as it could go with one hand, while the other dug into your side to keep you where he needed.

'Jake. Give me body.' The voice spoke up again. Jake buried his face into your shoulder, muttering in Spanish on how he wasn't going to do that until he was finished with you.

'Fine. Once you fill her, then give me the body.' The voice rang through his head. Jake was still reluctant to give up control, even though he was quickly becoming extremely exhausted.

'If you give me the body, I'll replenish your strength. Like you've just had a good rest. We can take turns. I'll even allow you to watch.'

That did it.

Jake sighed at the prospect of not succumbing to sleep just yet, and maybe spend the night fucking you instead. He happily drilled into you, making sure to rub his pelvis against your clit. He felt the sting of your nails down his back as you came for him again. He heard your lust filled sobs and moans as you shook for him, saying his name over and over.

He hissed, letting out a bunch of curses in Spanish as he pressed himself as deep as he could go. He bit into your neck as he filled you with his seed, his whole body shaking and vibrating. You clung to him, feeling how he kept moving to give you one last orgasm as he emptied himself entirely.

"Gracias, mi cielitonis." You heard Jake groan, before he dropped your leg to the floor and hugged you tightly as he nuzzled your neck. He sighed heavily and held you for a few moments, relishing in the tender moment post coitus. It felt nice, and he was so warm. You rubbed his back in a silent thank you, trying to sooth him after a job well done.

In an instant, his back straightened up, and he reared his head back to look at you. You lazily raised a brow, wondering why he looked so smug all of sudden.

You realized he hadn't gone flaccid yet. He was still very much stiff, and buried nice and deep inside of you.

"What?" You panted at him, and Jake snickered darkly. Without speaking, he lifted you away from the wall and started to walk over to the kitchen counter. You were very surprised at how strong he was. As your ass connected with the cool countertop, he pushed you flat against its surface, grabbing for each ankle. He hoisted them up and pushed both legs together, then he turned them sideways as he bent over you with a wide grin. His eyes seemed different, like there was a sparkling of the night sky as he began to mercilessly fuck you against the counter.

You could feel his previous load oozing out of you, and down to the counter. It was surprising how quickly he recovered, and that excited you. The way his brows were furrowed as his hips pistoned into you was hot.

He went about like this for a long while, with you locking up and coming twice. You clawed at his skin as he rotated his hips, your head tossed all the way back to the counter. It was a lucky thing no one else was home. You were moaning so loud, and the thumping from his thrusts was equally audible.

Jake suddenly stopped, going to withdraw from you, before he turned you over. Your legs wobbled as he hiked your hips back up and reentered you, thrusting right back to that same maddening pace. He leaned down and whispered into your ear, his voice deeper than it was before.

"You like that? You like it rough, hm?" Gone was his accent, replaced with a silky smooth rasp. You whined as he found your clit with his fingers. You were too far gone to think about why his accent was missing.

"Y-yes!"

"Should I let you come again, you greedy little harlot..?" He asked huskily. You whimpered as you nodded.

"Then tell me. Use your words." His fingers stilled, and you almost sobbed at the loss of friction.

"Please… Please, Jake… Please let me come again." You begged him, still drunk off the pleasure he was giving you with his cock. He grinned, and lifted his hand up to grope at your ass, palming the soft flesh there.

"Yeah?" He grunted and then lifted his hand, staring right into your eyes as he brought it back down, open palmed with a loud slap. You yelped, shuddering in delight as he started to fuck you again. The familiar feeling of his cock pulsing was telling you he was getting close to coming again, as did the urgency of each slap of his hips against yours.

"Then come for me. Come all over this cock." He groaned as his hand went back to stimulating your bundle of nerves. You shrieked, trying to grind yourself against him as he fucked you hard and fast. With a sharp jolt, you clenched all around him and came.

Jake groaned loudly, slamming himself into you as hard as he could as he came again. You felt his come fill you up, and you spasmed, prolonging your orgasm as you milked him of every last drop. He panted against your ear, whispering something intangible, but recognizable as a language other than Spanish.

A moment later he slumped against you, and you almost thought he had passed out.

But another moment passed, and he raised his gaze to you, that mischievous grin plastered to his mug.

Good Gods above…

He was still hard and ready to go.

That night was spent with Jake fucking you in all sorts of positions and places. You did it on the couches and chairs in Steven's living room. He dragged you into the office and fucked you on Steven's desk. He even fucked you in the library, causing an entire bookshelf to fall backwards. He assured you he would clean up the mess, and that Steven would have no idea what had happened. He ended the night with fucking you in the shower, and then bringing you to your room, where he tucked you into bed.

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mi Cielitonis and mi cielito 'my little sky', or 'my little piece of heaven' as I understand them. If I am wrong, please point it out.

@johnny-simpfinger

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Oh you ATE

Idk if I've talked about this before, but I saw someone post about why people who have been trying to shift for so long might not be shifting (this might not apply to everyone, but it really clicked with me). They only explained why, so I'm gonna talk about the solution I came up with.

They specifically said that it was not tough love, but psychological facts: it's possible that your mind registers shifting as a goal in THIS reality.

Think about that for a second. This is the part that really got me when I started to think about it. When you are here, in your CR, your goal is to shift, right? So what if our minds interprets that as a goal IN THIS REALITY, as simple as going to bed thinking "oh, I'm going to unload the dishwasher in the morning." Because shifting is just aligning with your DR self, and guess what?? Your goal in your DR is not to shift! That blew up my brain a little bit.

"But i want to shift" you know how everyone keeps saying "you are already in your DR"? I interpreted that for so long as motivation. It's not. It's the process. To align with your DR self, just like aligning with another person in your CR you have to have the same goals.

So your goal is no longer to shift. Stop thinking like that. Your goal IS NOT TO SHIFT. Waking up where you are meant to has never been a goal, but an expectation. Your goal is to wake up and go downstairs to have breakfast with your DR friends or family. Your goal is to wake up and get to class on time to ace that Defence Against The Dark Arts quiz you totally forgot to study for until the night before. Your goal is to wake up and win that Oscar, to break that curse, destroy the One Ring, you fucking name it babes.

I don't know if this is really dumb and obvious, but it wasn't for me before, so I really hope this post helps someone else too.

XO