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Passionate confession from your FS (18+) (Possesive edition) (part - 1)

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PILE 1

"You have no idea what you do to me. Or maybe you do. Maybe you see it—the way my jaw clenches when you walk into the room, the way my fingers twitch like they ache to touch you, the way I have to exhale slowly when you get too close, just to keep myself from doing something reckless. Do you feel it, the charge in the air when we’re near each other? It’s unbearable sometimes, the tension, the pull. You’ll brush past me—just the faintest graze of your skin against mine—and I’ll have to force my hands into my pockets, grip the nearest surface, do something to stop myself from dragging you into the nearest secluded corner and making sure you know exactly how badly I’ve been craving you. I don’t think you understand how much I struggle with this. With wanting you and not being able to have you the way I need to.

"And when I think about finally having you—really having you—I imagine it slow, deliberate. None of this rushing, none of this fleeting, stolen touches nonsense. No, when I get my hands on you, I’m taking my time. I want to feel your breath hitch when I kiss that spot just below your ear, want to watch the way your fingers grip the fabric of my shirt when I press you against me. I want to memorize you. The weight of your body against mine, the sound of my name on your lips when you finally let yourself melt into me. Because, love, I’ve been suffering for you. Every time our eyes meet across a crowded room, every time your fingers brush against my wrist absentmindedly—it’s torture. Do you know how many times I’ve had to sit next to you, watch you, be close but not close enough? My fingers flex at my sides, my lips part like I’m about to say something, but I hold it back. Every. Damn. Time. But one day? Oh, one day, I won’t hold back anymore.

"And when that moment comes? When I finally let go of every restraint, every ounce of self-control? I hope you’re ready for what that will mean. Because I promise you, once I start, I won’t stop. Not until I’ve unraveled every little guarded piece of you, not until my touch is so deeply imprinted into your skin that even when I’m not there, you’ll still feel me. My hands on your hips, my fingers tracing slow, lazy circles up your spine, my lips ghosting over yours just to make you wait a little longer, just to hear that soft, impatient sound you make when you want more. And when I do finally give in? Oh, sweetheart… you will know—body, mind, and soul—just how deep my devotion runs."

PILE 2

"You drive me crazy, you know that? It’s not just the way you look—though, trust me, that alone is enough to make my thoughts dangerous. It’s the way you move, the way you carry yourself like you know exactly what you’re worth. That quiet confidence, that effortless allure—it’s infuriating. Because it makes me restless, makes me reckless. I catch myself watching you when I shouldn’t, leaning in closer just to catch the scent of your skin, clenching my fists to stop myself from reaching out and pulling you into me like it’s my right. But that’s the thing, isn’t it? It should be. You should be mine. And yet, here I am, pacing the edge of my own self-control, caught somewhere between wanting to savor every moment and wanting to pin you against the nearest wall just to see how quickly I can make you unravel.

"You have no idea how many times I’ve imagined it—the moment I stop fighting this, the moment I finally let myself have you. The tension between us is unbearable, crackling in the air like a live wire, waiting for the right spark to set it all ablaze. And when it happens? When I finally let go? It won’t be some careful, delicate thing. No, it will be electric. Desperate hands, impatient lips, bodies pressing so close that the world outside ceases to exist. I want to hear your breath hitch when I whisper against your skin, want to see that sharp flash of surprise in your eyes when I finally break past that composure you wear so well. I know you feel it too, that need, that ache that’s been building between us like a storm on the horizon. And when it hits? There will be no stopping it.

"And after? Oh, don’t think for a second I’ll be done with you. No, I’ll have you wrapped in my arms, your body still humming with the aftermath, my fingers tracing lazy patterns against your bare skin like I’m committing you to memory. I’ll watch the way your lashes flutter, the way your lips part ever so slightly, like you’re still trying to catch your breath. And I’ll smirk—because I’ll know. I’ll know that I’ve ruined you in the best possible way. And when you finally close your eyes, thinking you’ll get a moment of rest? That’s when I’ll lean in, lips brushing against your ear, and whisper, ‘You didn’t actually think I was finished with you yet, did you?’"

PILE 3

"You test me. You push me. And I don’t even think you realize it. Do you know how hard it is to sit back and watch you move through the world like you don’t belong to me? To watch other people steal your time, your attention, while I have to sit there and pretend like it doesn’t drive me insane? I don’t do well with restraint—I never have. I’m a person who sees what they want and takes it, no hesitation, no second-guessing. But you… you make me hesitate. You make me wait. And I hate waiting. I hate the space between us, the distance I have to keep when all I want to do is pull you into me and remind you exactly who you belong to. Because you do belong to me, don’t you? Even if you don’t realize it yet, even if you keep playing this dangerous little game of making me work for it—you feel it too. I know you do."

"I’ve imagined it too many times—crossing that line, claiming what’s already mine. And trust me, when that moment comes, I won’t be gentle. I won’t be soft. Not at first. No, the first time I take you, I’ll make damn sure you feel it, that you know there is no one else who can touch you the way I can, who can own you the way I will. I can already picture it—my hands gripping your waist, pulling you flush against me, the sharp little gasp you’ll make when I finally stop holding back. My fingers tilting your chin up just enough so you have no choice but to meet my eyes, so you can see the storm you’ve been stirring inside me all this time. And when I kiss you? It won’t be sweet. It won’t be careful. It will be a claim, a warning, a promise. Because once I have you, I’m never letting you go."

"And after? I’ll keep you close, one arm draped possessively around your waist, my fingers tracing idle patterns against your bare skin. I’ll watch you, the rise and fall of your breath, the way you still glow from what we just did. And just when you think I’ve finally calmed, finally had my fill? I’ll lean in, lips grazing the shell of your ear as I whisper, ‘You thought I was finished? No, sweetheart… we’ve only just begun.’"

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was watching a video on quantum jumping and saw this in the comments section

to all my people with crazy circumstances, they don’t have to be yours, you don’t have to the person who went through all that. Align with your desired self, because you ARE living your desired life!!

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you can manifest anything in days, hours, even seconds.

you ever think about how you’re shifting realities right now? you just did it. again. and again. and. boom. there it goes. you’re not stuck in one solid, concrete world. you’re a flipbook of possibilities, and every second, a new page turns. the you reading this isn’t the you from five seconds ago. that version of you is gone. poof. never to return. god, i miss her.

so, why do people think manifestation takes time? time is just the illusion that makes reality feel digestible to our little human brains. but you don’t "wait" for things. you shift to them.

LOA isn’t about "forcing reality" like you’re wrestling fate to the ground. it’s about assuming you’re already in the reality where your desire exists. because the multiverse is infinite. every possibility is real somewhere. you’re not "creating" your dream life. you’re just moving to the timeline where it’s already true.

you can literally manifest in milli-seconds. the second you assume something is true, you land in the reality where it’s true. the only reason it sometimes feels "slow" is because you keep doubting it, wobbling between frequencies like a radio that’s not quite locked in.

for example, you want your dream body? kewl. shift to the parallel reality where you already have it. no, i don’t mean work out for six months and hope for the best. i mean assume, right now, that you have it, and live as though you do. time is fake, and you don't need it. your cells aren’t checking their watches. you can wake up in two hours with the body you’ve always wanted, because why not? that timeline exists. people have done it. the only thing between you and that reality is the idea that it’s "too unrealistic."

and what’s more unrealistic? the concept of shifting infinite times per second through an ever-expanding multiverse of possibility, or the idea that one of those infinite realities just so happens to contain the exact thing you want and all you have to do is land in it?

anyways. "shifting" and "manifesting" aren’t two different things. they’re just two perspectives on the same mechanism. you shift every second, every moment, all the time. and manifestation is just deliberate shifting. picking the station instead of letting the static choose for you.

so, no more "waiting." no more "how long will it take?" because it’s already happened. the moment you say this is my reality now. congrats. you just shifted.

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PILE 1

Oh, sweetheart, let me tell you—this person is deep in their feelings for you, but in that way where they keep it all controlled, like a slow burn that never quite fizzles out. They think about you with this quiet intensity, this sense of knowing, as if you’re a secret they hold close to their chest, savoring every thought of you when no one else is looking. You’re on their mind more often than they’d ever admit, and when they do let themselves indulge, it’s not just surface-level desire—it’s something richer, something laced with admiration and this undeniable craving. They think of you like a temptation they could never quite resist, yet they try to play it cool, keep it steady, like they’re the master of their own emotions. But oh, if only you could see the way their thoughts unravel when they let their guard down.

And when they think about you, it’s not just longing—it’s pride. You light them up, make them feel like they’ve won something rare, something that others can’t even dream of touching. You have this effect on them, this way of making them feel like they’re on top of the world just by being in your orbit. It’s the way you carry yourself, the way you make them want to be seen by you, noticed by you. They want your eyes on them, your attention, your approval. There’s a thrill in it for them, knowing that they might be the one who can keep up with you, match your energy, be worthy of the way you ignite something deep inside them. They want to impress you, to hold your gaze just a little longer, to make you see them as someone who isn’t just interested—but someone who deserves to be desired by you.

But here’s the thing—there’s a tension in their thoughts, a push and pull that keeps them teetering between giving in completely and keeping their balance. They juggle their feelings, weighing every move, every thought of you against the life they’ve built, the control they try to maintain. Because thinking of you? It shakes them up, makes them feel just a little unsteady, like you have the power to tip the scales if you wanted to. And maybe that excites them. Maybe they like the thrill of knowing that you could be the one thing that makes them lose their careful rhythm. They crave you, they admire you, they respect you—but oh, do they ever want to feel the full weight of what it means to have you. And the question that lingers in their mind? Whether they can keep up, whether they can handle the fire that comes with you. And oh, darling, wouldn’t you love to see them try?

PILE 2

Oh, my dear, if only you could see yourself through their eyes. You are a vision, a presence that commands attention without ever having to ask for it. When they think of you, it’s not just with desire—it’s with admiration, with this deep-seated thrill that comes from knowing you are someone special. You make them feel like they’ve won something rare, something not just anyone could claim. It’s the way you carry yourself, the way you move through the world like you know your worth. And oh, do they notice. You leave a mark, a lingering presence in their thoughts, and they love it. They crave it. They crave you.

But here’s the thing—this isn’t just about admiration from afar. No, they don’t just want to watch; they want to play. They want to meet you at your level, show you that they’re not just someone caught in your orbit, but someone who can match you move for move. They think about what it would be like to take control of the energy between you, to shape it, to mold it into something electrifying, something undeniable. There’s a confidence in their thoughts, a knowing that they have what it takes to keep up with you. And that thought alone? It fuels them. It excites them. They wonder how far they can go, how much they can draw you in, how much they can make you feel them—not just physically, but in the spaces in between, in the moments where eyes lock and something unspoken crackles in the air.

But beneath all that confidence, beneath the playful challenge and the magnetic pull, there’s something even deeper—a connection that hums with the kind of intensity that doesn’t just fade away. This isn’t just lust, though there’s plenty of that, oh trust me. No, this is something more. They think about what it would feel like to have you in a way that isn’t just fleeting. To really know you, to drink you in completely, to see every side of you—the fire, the softness, the quiet moments when the world fades away and it’s just the two of you, existing in something bigger than either of you can put into words. And in those moments, when they let themselves go there, when they stop thinking about the game and start thinking about you—that’s when they know. You aren’t just someone they want. You’re someone they need. And oh, if you let them, they would show you just how much.

PILE 3

Oh, sweetheart, the way this person thinks about you—it’s like a storm behind a steady sky, something deep and layered, held together by sheer will. They don’t just want you, they study you, observe you like you’re a rare indulgence they have to savor slowly, methodically. There’s a quiet control in their thoughts, a measured restraint, like they know exactly what they’re capable of, but they’re waiting—waiting for the right moment, the right move. And in the meantime? They think. They analyze. They weigh every possibility, every outcome, because if they come forward, it has to be on their terms. They won’t risk losing their edge, but you? Oh, you make them want to. You make them consider what it would feel like to let go, just this once.

But oh, there’s something tangled beneath all that composure, something simmering under the surface. They battle with their own desires, a quiet war between control and surrender, between logic and the pull of something much deeper. You make them question things, make them hesitate in a way they never do. They aren’t used to this—this level of intrigue, this level of feeling. It’s maddening in the best way. Some days, they convince themselves they have the upper hand, that they can decide how this unfolds. Other days? You creep into their mind at the worst possible moments, lingering like a taste on their tongue, like a warmth they can’t shake. And that’s where the tension is. The push, the pull. The careful deliberation, followed by the undeniable urge to just give in already.

And when they do let themselves go there—oh, darling, it’s something else entirely. Because under all that composure, under all that restraint, is someone who feels deeply, powerfully, intensely. If they ever let you in, if they ever choose to open that door, you wouldn’t just be stepping into their world—you’d be consumed by it. They don’t do things halfway, not when it truly matters. And you? You are starting to matter. That thought alone is enough to drive them wild. To make them wonder, What if? What if they stopped overthinking? What if they stopped weighing the options? What if they just... took you as you are, let themselves be undone by the force of what this could be? And that, my dear, is a thought they can’t quite shake. No matter how hard they try.

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