#imagine losing that much in one instant

[marcobodtlives]

My Roman Empire this, my Roman Empire that,

Well they’re my Burning of the Library of Alexandria

[wesam12]

Save our lives ‼️🚨

"I am Wissam... The last time I hugged someone, it was a corpse." 😭💔

The night was very long that day. I was counting the days until I would give birth to my twins. I brought them names, and planned to wrap my body around them when the tents grew cold. But death was faster. 😭

We fled our home under shelling, and my father was in the hospital, unable to stand. I told them, "My father can't move." The soldier said, "It doesn't matter, leave." So we left... and my father was left alone, until his heart closed forever. 😔💔

On the way south, I walked for hours carrying two children in my belly, a bag in my hand, and the rest of my memories on my back.

I bled on the way.

I lost my twins there, on the asphalt, in front of my other children who couldn't even cry. 😭😭

The next day, I woke up and found them buried under the sand. No grave, no names.

Now, I'm seven months pregnant with my third child.

But anemia is tearing me apart, stress is breaking my head, and hunger is eating away at what's left of me.

I feel my baby pleading with me from within: "Mother, don't die."

And I apologize to him every day... because I can't promise him life.

“I am Wissam… I lost my father, my children, my home, and even my voice.

I don’t want to lose this child too.

Help me before I become another memory in this broken land.

My father was the only one I could place all my hopes and dreams on. He was the one who lifted me up whenever I fell, and held my hand when my steps faltered. In those dark days of war, I saw him strong in front of me. Even in moments of silence, his presence was enough to make me feel safe. He wasn't just the father I loved, he was my refuge, the hope I lived by. 😭💔

But one day, suddenly, that hope disappeared.

The sky was covered with heavy clouds, as if it knew what was going to happen. That day, I was at home, climbing on my tiptoes, holding on to any glimmer of hope, but when I entered our small room, I found my mother in the corner of the room crying, her face pale, her eyes filled with tears, and her mouth almost unable to speak. 💔😭

I couldn't believe what she was saying. My father, who had always been the strength in my life, was gone. In an instant, everything disappeared, and the words kept repeating in my head without me being able to understand them. "He's not coming back." Those words were harder than any blow I had ever received in my life. 😭😭

I felt like I was in a dark dream. How could my father disappear like that? How could time go on without his voice, without me seeing his face again? How much I needed him in those moments, how much I needed to hear his words of reassurance. But it was all over, and all that remained was the silence filling the emptiness around me. 💔

Every corner of the house became a tragedy. Everything reminded me of him, every corner, every smell, everything. I thought I would lose my ability to breathe. His absence was heavier than anything else. I cannot imagine a world without him, and I cannot see a future without his advice, without a hand to lift me up whenever I feel like I am drowning.

As I sit here, in that dark room, I remember everything about my father. How he used to laugh when I made small mistakes, how he used to hug me when the world was dark, and how his words filled my life with meaning. But now he's not here, and the emptiness in my heart can't be filled with anything else. Every time I close my eyes, I see him in every corner. I feel him, but I can't touch him. And despite all the pain, despite all the sadness, I know he's not coming back, that he's left me in this world, to face it alone.

He's gone, but a part of him, a part of his soul, will remain in my heart forever. Even though I can't hear his voice or see him, I carry his memories with me every step of the way, every moment. I've lost him, but I can never forget him.😭😔

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[s0dium]

Fucking you raw??!!!

Synopsis: It's his first time fucking and you are letting him go raw?????!!! Oh boy.

Warnings: Everything you might imagine.

Is he dreaming? This has got to be a dream.

He blinks. Hard. To his disbelief, the site below him remains unchanged.

He gazes, awestruck by the vulnerability and arousal mirrored in your eyes. The soft, ambient light above casts a gentle glow on your skin, accentuating its smoothness and the delicate curve of your shoulders and highlighting the gentle slope of your breasts. Your nipples glisten, probably from his spit when you practically had to coax him off them.

"Are you ok baby?" Your voice comes out almost as a whisper, sultry and smooth. He watches your lips form the words, how your mouth glistens from the spit of his messy kisses, and how your tongue darts out to wet it.

He thickly gulps and nods. No, he would not lose composure, not now when he has been fantasizing this moment for months. With unbreaking focus, he presses the tip of his dick against your tight hole.

Then, he sucks in a breath through his teeth and pushes in. Immediately his mind goes white, paper white. Fuck, he has to kneel over from how wet, warm and goddamn tight you feel. The sensation is electric, like tiny sparks dancing along his nerves, igniting every inch they touch. It's a delicious contrast of heat and moisture, sending waves of tingling delight that radiate from dick finger to the rest of his body. He can't believe this is happening, he can't believe he is fucking the girl of his dreams raw. Your a god damn angel for letting him do this he is sure of it.

He has to remain still inside your heat for a few seconds and thank god you let him, or else he is sure he wouldve cum ropes into you there and then.

"Im gonna move now baby," He throws his head back and groans "J-jesus you feel so good"

He's too immersed in his own pleasure to realize that you are also being thrown in the abyss of utter euphoria. Letting him go raw was the absolute best fucking decision you have ever made. His dick filled you to the brim, stretching you perfectly. His thrusts were slow at first, testing the waters to see how much you could take, how much he could take. It was dizzying, the grith of his dick digging itself against your g-spot, the euphoria of him fitting snuggly against walls with every thrust. The friction is incredible and it made pain quickly turn into pleasure.

"F-faster" You manage to croak out and he lets out a whine at your words. Jesus, you don't need to tell him twice.

He reels his hips back just enough so his fat tip barely leaves your warm cunny, the anticipation building as you brace yourself. In an instant, he slams them forward, hard and fast right into your cervix, driving into you with a force that leaves you gasping for air. The bed creaks beneath you both, each powerful thrust sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. His movements are relentless, each one more intense than the last, the friction of his dick scraping against your walls making your toes curl.

"Love you, love you so much" he babbles. He's far too gone, a primal need for you has settled in him and his brain is on auto pilot. All he can think about is how good your pussy feels wrapped around him and how pretty you look right now. The sensation of your body moving in unison drives him wild, his grip on you tightening as he loses himself in the overwhelming ecstasy. His low groans and murmured praises only heighten the intensity, making each moment more electrifying than the last.

"So good s-so good" your words are strung out on your lips from how good he is fucking you. Every thrust ignites a fire within you, the sensations so intense you can hardly think. Your senses are overwhelmed by the feeling of him deep inside you, the rhythm of his movements perfectly attuned to your own mounting desire. You moan in ecstasy, the sound mingling with his groans, as each powerful thrust pushes you closer to the edge. The pleasure is all-consuming, making your body tremble with each delicious impact, every moment more euphoric than the last.

As he continues, you can sense his building intensity, his breaths turning into ragged gasps. His eyes flutter shut, and you feel the shudder of pleasure running through him with each thrust like electricity. His grip on you tightens, and his pace quickens, driven by a primal need. Every thrust brings him closer to the peak, his mind beginning to blur with overwhelming sensation. You can see the tension in his muscles, his abs tightening with the strain of holding back.

"Shit shit shit" he gasps, bending over so his lips are against your ear. "Im gonna cum baby, im gonna cum in you fuuuuuu-"

Then, with a final, powerful thrust, his mind goes blank, and a surge of pure ecstasy washes over him. His body tenses, abs hardening as he reaches the peak of his euphoria. He groans deeply, lost in the moment of ultimate pleasure, every muscle in his body taut with the intensity of his climax. The sensation is overwhelming, leaving him trembling as the waves of pleasure gradually subside.

You gasp at the feeling of hot ropes of cum filling you up. Theres so much of it it spills out of you and onto the bedsheets below. Your body trembles in response, your breaths coming in ragged gasps. Sensing your rising climax, he leans down, his lips brushing against your neck, leaving a trail of soft, peppered kisses.

His voice, husky with desire, whispers in your ear, "Let it go, baby. Let it go."

His words, combined with the gentle touch of his lips, send shivers down your spine. He slows his thrusts, his dick still painfully hard, moving with a deliberate, tantalizing rhythm that drives you wild. The pleasure builds to an unbearable peak, your entire body tensing as you approach the edge. His soothing words and tender kisses coax you further, until finally, you let go.

A wave of intense pleasure crashes over you, your body arching in response. The world blurs as you reach the peak of your euphoria, every nerve ending alive with sensation. His slow, deliberate thrusts and murmured encouragement keep you riding the wave of ecstasy, your mind lost in the overwhelming bliss. You cry out, the release so powerful it leaves you trembling, completely consumed by the moment.

Your left gasping for air and just when your about to roll over and take a breath, he grabs the underside of your legs and presses them against your chest.

"So sorry baby, I need more. Please let me have more."

GOJO, GETO, Toji, YUUJI, YUUTA, KENMA, OIKAWA, BOKUTO, EREN, SHIGARAKI, SANEMI

[ozzgin]

Just read your arranged marriage kidnapped by a most post and the humor in the servants always thinking reader is in peril. The same going for monster hubby (He just thinks they're submissive and breedable)

Like none of them realize they are a moster fucker cause they hide it so well. Like just imagining reader be like "oh be gentle with me I'm a dainty maiden" and then giving him the night of his life is hilarious. Or them having dinner and the servants feel bad for them cause monster hubby is eating human meat but their just thinking about other things he can use his tongue on.

Or maybe someone comes to rescue them from the terrible monster finally. But they don't wanna leave and instead fight the knight off. The knight thinks they've been brainwashed or something. Meanwhile the servants think the knight just wasn't good enough to rescue them.

Content: gender neutral reader, monster romance, NSFW! [Part 1] | [More Monsters]

The servants are not blind by any means: they can tell, quite plainly, that their monstrous Lord has a soft spot for you. Not only that, but the beast nearly worships you! They've come up with many theories, the latest one involving witchcraft. Surely you must have some sort of magical trickery under your sleeve in order to subdue their Master. There's no other way around it. All previous humans have been devoured, or have died in a pitiful attempt to escape, terrified to the bone upon gazing at his blasphemous Majesty.

You can't blame them. It's probably better for everyone involved if you omit the fact that your source of witchcraft lies in your...genitals. Well, not just that, of course. Your husband had started to lose hope. His appreciation of humans never came to fruition before your arrival. He was expecting you to cower in fear, not throw yourself at him.

He wondered if you wanted something from him in return, but no one could possibly pretend so flawlessly: the way you clung to him unprompted. The way you hungrily took him in, tears welling in your eyes, refusing to let go until you could feel his load avalanching down your throat. The way you'd trap his hips with your legs, despite being weak and feverish, asking that he doesn't stop yet. If that wasn't proof enough, your whines and moans were loud and clear. To think he could have his own little human, one who isn't repulsed by his monstrous form. He would've been content with mere tolerance, yet someone who begged to be fucked by him? He's been delirious ever since.

He loves everything about you, naturally, but he can't deny the shameless addiction he's now developed towards your body. He'd pound you anywhere and anytime if he could. If he needs to leave for official matters, know that the return will burn in the back of his mind.

"An important date, Sir?" one traveling servant will ask, glancing at all the scribbles in the calendar.

"Indeed", he answers solemnly. It's the times when he can finally fuck you dumb.

While the servants worry about their devilish Master being put under leash, for the other fellow humans the opposite seems to be true. You recall your last "rescuing" attempt distinctly. During one of your evening walks, burly, foreign arms swept you off in an instant. Before you knew it, you were holding onto the armored shoulders of an unknown man, as he made his way out of the traditional garden.

"I'll get you out of here", he promised between heaving breaths.

You stared in confusion. What was he saving you from? A good dicking? No matter how much you explained that you do actually like your newly appointed husband, the hero wouldn't budge.

You ended up just walking back home when the man fell asleep.

"That was quite the long walk", your monster partner remarked, polishing his weapons.

"Oh no, I was kidnapped", you state casually. "Got us some fruits on the way back."

Would it have been better to lie about it? On one hand, you do feel terrible for whoever attempted to retrieve you from the claws of the tyrant. Your husband is very possessive, and you know he'll scorch the Earth until that treacherous pest is gutted and fed to the pigs.

On the other hand...he becomes particularly savage after such incidents. You won't be able to sit properly for the next few weeks, but it's worth it.

Tough luck, you tell yourself, lounging in bed with a satisfied smirk and torn apart hole.

[ameinasworld]

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[aajjks]

Wifey and Groceries (m)

synopsis. Another day, another shenanigan. Going grocery shopping with your nightmare of a roommate who really wants to fuck you, can’t be that much of a struggle, can it?

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre: crack, 18+

warnings: grôcêry stôre shênânîgâns, flïrty jungkôôk, ôbsêssêd jungkôôk, tsûndêrê yôû, împlîcît sêxûâl jôkês, ânnôyîng jungkôôk whô wôn’t stôp bâbyîng yôû, lïkè îf yôû thïnk lâûghîng îs flïrtîng.

note. I never imagined receiving so much love on stuff like this but thank you- thank you so much for sending so much love on stuck with you and loving our horny roommate jaykay so much. 😵‍💫🥺 so on high demand here is another part. If this flops like I’m expecting well- umm but anyways I hope you guys enjoy this but please share your thoughts and feedback and if this also becomes a hit, I will write another part and I will really make this a series!! ENJOY!

“Jungkook, I swear to God, put that back.”

What did you do so wrong in your past life to deserve this kind of torture in the human form of your roommate, Jeon Jungkook?

You cannot believe this.

You glare at the ridiculous amount of instant ramen he’s just dumped into the cart, your fingers gripping the handle so tightly your knuckles are white.

It’s the third time he’s done this, and you’re this close to losing it in the middle of the aisle.

“What? We’re gonna need it,” he says, all faux innocence, holding up one of the packs like it’s a sacred artifact. “You never know when there’s gonna be a ramen emergency.”

“There’s never going to be a ramen emergency, you idiot,” you snap, shoving the packs back onto the shelf. “Stop acting like a child.”

Jungkook gasps, clutching his chest like you’ve just mortally wounded him. “Wow. You’re so mean to me. Is this what married life is gonna be like?”

“Married life?” You look at him like he’s grown a second head. “We’re not even—why are you like this?”

“Oh, don’t play dumb,”

he smirks, leaning casually on the cart. “We’re grocery shopping together, picking out ingredients for our future home-cooked meals. Pretty much married already.”

“Jungkook, I’m going to kill you.”

“Whoa, whoa, Mrs. Jeon, let’s not resort to violence,” he teases, pushing the cart forward as you glare at him. “Not when we’re still in our honeymoon phase.”

MRS JEON???? What the fuck is he barking about?

You shove the cart to a halt, ignoring the way he laughs at your frustration. “Stop calling me that. And stop putting random crap in the cart!”

“I’m not putting random crap in the cart.” He points to the giant stuffed bear sticking out of the basket. “This guy’s coming home with us. He’ll be perfect for our couch.”

“Jungkook, we don’t even have a couch.”

“Yet,” he says, grinning. “But when we do, he’s gonna look great. You’ll see.”

You groan, turning your back on him to grab the toothpaste you actually came for. But before you can even decide between mint or charcoal,

Jungkook sidles up behind you, way too close for comfort.

“Why are we even looking at toothpaste,” he murmurs, voice low, “when your smile’s already perfect?”

Your jaw drops. “Are you serious right now?”

“Always, babe.” He smirks, leaning casually against the shelf like he’s in a photoshoot. “You should get used to it. You’re stuck with me.”

“Stuck with you?” You scoff, shoving the toothpaste into the cart. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Oh, I don’t need to. You do it for me,” he fires back, trailing after you like a lost puppy as you head toward the produce section.

You ignore him, but it’s impossible when he suddenly grabs a cucumber and holds it up like a microphone.

“So, tell me,” he says, pretending to interview you, “what’s it like to be out grocery shopping with the man of your dreams?”

“Man of my nightmares, you mean,” you mutter, snatching the cucumber from his hand and tossing it into the cart.

“You wound me,” he says dramatically, clutching his chest like you’ve just shot him.

Then he grabs a pack of strawberries and holds it up.

“What about these? Strawberries for my sweetheart?”

“Your sweetheart isn’t here, Jungkook,” you deadpan.

He’s really testing your patience right now.

“Sure she is.” He winks, tossing the strawberries in the cart before you can protest.

By the time you reach the checkout line, your cart is a chaotic mix of actual groceries and Jungkook’s ridiculous additions, including the giant stuffed bear he refused to leave behind.

He’s a big man child.

As the cashier starts scanning your items, Jungkook casually drapes an arm around your shoulder.

“By the way,” he says, flashing his signature grin, “this is my girlfriend. Isn’t she pretty?”

Your brain short-circuits. “What—no, I’m not—;”

“She’s just shy,” Jungkook interrupts, squeezing your shoulder.

“But yeah, she’s the love of my life. Isn’t that right, babe?”

Why is your heart fluttering?

You slap his arm off you, your face burning as the cashier tries to hold back a laugh. “Jungkook, shut up.”

Just shut up before I shove my fist up your mouth.

He just laughs, that loud, obnoxious laugh that makes you want to scream and smile at the same time.

As you drag him out of the store, he’s still grinning like he’s just won the lottery. “Admit it,” he says, nudging your shoulder.

“You had fun.”

You roll your eyes, but the corner of your mouth betrays you, twitching up into a reluctant smile. “You’re insufferable.”

He really is insufferable and you’re constantly suffering.

“And yet, here we are,” he teases, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “Wanna grab ice cream on the way home, wifey?”

You groan, but you don’t shove him off this time.

[takes1]

ur blog is so pretty...

if you are okay with it, do you have any headcanons bout what type or p0rn the Karasuno boys would watch? 🌹

what type of p*rn would the karasuno team watch?

warnings. heavy nsfw under the cut. minors DNI

characters. suga. daichi. asahi. tsukki. kageyama. hinata. nishinoya. tanaka. yamaguchi. details. lots of kink discussion - just about anything you can think of

links. my masterlist. my ao3. more haikyuu. my imagines. requests open.

suga९᠀ - likes a good storyline video. loves a bad one. shitty acting gets him laughing, and he needs every chance he can get to feel as though he isn't sinning. won't say no to an amateur flick, but he likes the structure of 4k videos, and is a suuuucker for the 'oiled up' aesthetic.

asahi९᠀ - buddy has a rampant size kink that doesn't get much of an outlet. downside: most videos that cater to this are not what he wants, because of the unavoidable infantilization in most of them. so he opts for amateur vids with bigger guys turning out their smaller girlfriends, wives; extra props if there's some real, organic dirty talk, or if it happens to be super low-quality.

daichi९᠀ - has no shame about his oral fixation. face fucking. deepthroat. he's got any video with some lucky dude getting good head memorized by the title and the preview. his favorites are either: when the guy stays hands-off and silent, or when she takes a load down her throat. not much in between.

tsukishima ९᠀ - is a filthy animal with a porn addiction. will watch/has watched just about everything under the sun. he had a bukkake faze, a gangbang faze, but is now proudly serving his bdsm faze with specific interest in femdoms. shiny, black heels get him hard in an instant. has done the tried-and-true bdsm questionnaire in his spare time and does heaps of research on the community, usually as a pregame to jerking off.

kageyama ९᠀ - no particular preferences. but if he's got a crush on somebody, he will strictly watch lookalikes. it wasn't a conscious habit at first, but after the third time it happened, he couldn't articulate any other reason to look up seven descriptors in the search bar and get 0 results. how well/quickly he gets off is based on how well the actor or subject looks his crush. it's a long endeavor, too. he edges for as long as he can, and almost always does it twice.

hinata ९᠀ - can't watch porn long enough to build any strong preferences. has sensitivity/premature ejaculation issues, so he tends to just listen to whatever video he landed on. this has opened more of a pipeline to nsfw audios, instead. loves the sound of two bodies coming together, especially all the little pants and huffs in a video that aren't faked. has gotten insanely good at being able to tell if it's fake, too.

nishinoya ९᠀ - doesn't watch videos; similar problem to hinata. instead, yuu buys physical hentai novels. big fan of monster-fucking. tentacle stuff is a staple in his readable porn. he guards his collection with his life and would sooner lose a limb than have anybody go near the shelf that he keeps them hidden behind. once, asahi stood too close during a sleepover and -naturally- yuu bit him as a distraction, just to get him away from the area.

tanaka ९᠀ - wlw videos. solo-girl vids. he can't stand to watch something with a guy in it. it's huge turn-off, especially when the dude is too loud, or in the way, too soft, or straight-up ugly. learned to love the slow, women-catered stuff that's 40 minutes long and has plot to follow. also picked up a lot of tongue tricks from these vids, too. (congrats, kiyoko!)

yamaguchi ९᠀ - mmf threesomes. i think ya'll know what i'm getting at, here. either he 1: is poly and doesn't know it, 2: is gay and doesn't know it, 3: is genuinely very enticed by the idea of overstimulating a gorgeous girl, OR 4: can't see himself as enough for a potential partner, and this might be a subconscious way of evading that insecurity.

notes. i'm very sorry to any who were looking for ennoshita, kinoshita, or narita. i tried, but genuinely couldn't get anything going for any of them. they all seem like nice guys, but there's no material that i can properly make nasty.

taglist. @integers @paradoxicalwritings @yuchacco

links. my masterlist. requests open.

[okay-babe]

Imagine alastor thinks his wife is just the most perfect, angelic being he’s ever met, so he’s downright shocked to fight out she also ended up in hell going “yeah I killed a man once” (he falls even more in love)

A Good Thing, Indeed

tags: alastor x fem! reader, established relationship, alastor and reader are married, angelic reader, protective/possessive alastor, brief human alastor x human reader, fluff, very mild angst note: I went a little overboard with this one, but I hope you enjoy, anon <3 Find a sequel (of sorts) to this fic, here.

Alastor had never quite understood how someone like him had ended up with a woman like you.

You were soft and understanding, utterly ceaseless in your kindness and love of near anyone who crossed your path, a true saint to be sure.

Alastor on the other hand, had always been quite the opposite.

Where you were soft, your lover was unyielding, where you were understanding, he was impatient, and when it came to the capacity for kindness and love within his heart, many would have gone on record stating that there was much to be desired in that regard.

Yet, even still, you chose him, and he, you.

Every. Single. Time.

It was as if the two of you were meant to be.

The proud and charismatic up and coming host of a brand new radio show, and the modest and soft spoken kindergarten teacher that was ever present upon his arm.

To Alastor, you were everything and more, and whether he was willing to admit it aloud or not, he all but worshiped the very ground that you walked upon.

There was so very little worth caring for in a world like the one that he lived in, and yet there you were, a shining beacon of light and hope to keep him from losing his mind over it all (well, at least in part, though he knew deep down that a portion had been missing since long before you'd made your way into his life).

For all of this, Alastor praised you and your love ceaselessly, his appreciation for your union a vast and endless thing that filled him with a sense of pride stronger than any other he'd felt before.

And how could it not?

You were his wife.

You!

The beautiful kindergarten teacher who worked in the public school just down the street from his broadcasting station, the one with the smile that lit up a room and the laugh that could make a man blush.

The one with the students who sung her praises to their parents during pick up and the coworkers turned friends who would utterly gush about her at even the briefest mention of her name.

You.

The woman that no one believed had gotten New Orleans' most prominent radio host to settle down after only just a year of courting, and whose stunning church wedding had been the talk of the town.

You were perfect, you were lovely, and the sweetest part of it all was that you bore his last name.

And oh, what whiplash that must have caused for those who hadn't known of your courtship earlier on. It nearly sent Alastor into a tizzy just imagining it.

The sweet, adoring woman that your son calls his teacher is also the wife of the ever unreadable and notably cold radio host from just down the street that scarcely any could say they truly knew?

How scandalous! Whatever is a woman like her doing with a man like him?!

Well, the answer, quite honestly, was being doted upon nigh endlessly.

If you wanted for even the smallest of things, it would be yours in an instant, and if you desired even the most useless of luxuries, he would have spared no expense to have it in your hands by the end of the day.

And even beyond that, there was the persistent desire to stay by your side, his presence always guaranteed the very moment you mentioned want for it.

An ice cream social at the school where you'd be meeting your new students and their parents? Alastor was there, conversing politely with a few mothers on the difficulties of parenting (in spite of his notable lack of children), making nearly everyone wonder what the hell a famous radio host was doing at the local elementary school.

Visiting Mimzy at her slightly sleazy little lounge in the shadier side of the city? Alastor was there, dressed to the nines, looking immensely out of place as you danced the night away with your friends (and him of course) to your little heart's content.

His love for you was nearly as endless as yours was for the very world beneath your feet, and in spite of himself he couldn't help but fall deeper and deeper in love at every borderline naive action you took.

You want to buy that man a drink because he looks lonely? Certainly darling, your husband would be happy to scare him off all night as the fool tries to make unwanted advances at you that he thinks are warranted thanks to your kindness.

You want to pick a fight with the burly man whose house is on your walk to work because he's been shouting cruel things at his dog nearly every morning for the past several weeks? Oh of course, just let Alastor prepare to use his most unsettling smile while he reaches for the leather sheathed knife he keeps attached to his belt so he can wordlessly threaten the oaf without you ever even realizing.

And so, knowing all of that and having lived such a love-filled few years at your side, how could Alastor ever have believed he might one day see you again once he came to in Hell shortly after his demise?

The short answer was, he couldn't.

And though he would never have been willing to admit such a thing aloud, it utterly shattered a portion of his heart to know he would never see your sweet smile or hear your perfect laugh ever again.

And to imagine what your reaction may have been once the police had informed you of all that he had done?

Well, he tried his best not to.

Because while he couldn't bring himself to regret those he had killed and the things he had done, he did regret having been left with no choice but to keep such a thing from you and leave you with such a mess upon his death.

Certainly you had deserved better, that much he knew.

But there was absolutely nothing he could do about that now.

Or, at least, that's what he had led himself to believe.

Until one day, he'd been broken out of his typical morning routine of brewing his black coffee and digging into a freshly caught deer by the sound of knocking at his door.

There were very few people who knew of where Alastor lived at this point, with him being multiple years removed from life and having firmly cemented himself within society as a powerful and merciless overlord, so honestly it hadn't come as very much of a surprise when he opened the door and found an old friend waiting rather impatiently on the other side.

Mimzy.

Having arrived in Hell not very long after the radio host, the former flapper, (who he had actually met through you), had become a familiar face throughout the past few years as he'd tried to grow accustomed to life without his darling wife at his side.

It was nice, in a way, to have that reminder of you near when he wished for it to be, and so he allowed the sinner to call him something like a friend and offered her protection when it was convenient enough for him that it didn't prove to be a hassle.

Although, today of all days the overlord was certainly a little less than pleased to see Mimzy's familiar face at his doorstep, and he was reasonably certain that she knew why that was.

It was your former anniversary after all, and today would have been your tenth year of marriage had he only lived long enough to reach such a landmark achievement with you.

A smile, strained and thin, descended upon his lips, and, in spite of his feelings, Alastor remained as cordial as ever, albeit rather cold with his words.

"Mimzy, my dear! How wonderful to see you! Whatever could possibly be so important as to have you at my door on a day like today?"

There was a certain level of threat to his tone that no doubt left the woman standing before him floundering for a few seconds, before finally, she mustered up her reply, her smile ever so slightly less confident than before.

"Alastor, just the fella that I was lookin' for!"

The sinner began, placing her right hand upon her hip as she inspected the condition of the nails on her left,

"Now I know ya like to be left alone and all on days like this, but I've got a surprise for ya back at my place that I promise you're gonna wanna see a-s-a-p."

She said with her typical air of confidence, immediately causing the Radio Demon to roll his eyes in response, his facade of interest slipping ever so slightly before he seemed to catch himself once more, ever the gentleman.

"Oh do you now? Well, as utterly transfixed as I am over this little mystery of yours, I'm afraid that I just don't have the time to stop by today. Lot's of things to prepare for the upcoming broad-"

"Alastor."

Mimzy said sternly, cutting the overlord in question off rather uncharacteristically with a glare of her own.

"I know damn well that you don't got nothin' planned for the day, so don't you start fibbin', mista, I can see right through ya!"

She began, quickly changing the subject when she seemed to recall exactly who she was talking to at the increasing sound of static.

"Look, I didn't come here to argue with ya or nothin', so you do whatever it is that you wanna do. I just wanted to come over and warn ya that if you don't come by for a visit by the end of the day you're gonna feel like a real fool, okay?"

She emphasized her warning with a dramatized raise of her brow before she grinned rather wickedly and stepped down off of his doorstep, wiggling her fingers in a teasing little wave as she climbed into the back of the very same taxi she must have used to get to his dwellings in the first place.

"I'll see ya around dollface!"

She called out as the car pulled away, leaving Alastor with quite a few more questions than he'd had upon her already unplanned arrival.

What a fantastic start to one's day.

By the time that Alastor made the decision to actually stop by Mimzy's lounge, it was already dark outside, the subtle chirping of crickets reminding him briefly of home as he walked toward his destination, ever a fan of the more simplistic methods of transportation.

He thought of the sounds of crickets and all of the moments with you that their seemingly endless chirps had backed until their sounds faded away with the increasing sounds of the busier section of the city, wherein Mimzy's place was located.

Just as sleazy and sketchy as it had been above, so it was below, and Alastor felt a sudden sense of longing and familiarity as he stepped inside, the smell of cigarettes and the sound of ever so slightly out of tune jazz music reminding him of his days of swing dancing with you on the cracked dance floor of the place Mimzy had owned and operated in life.

The Radio Demon had only just begun to contemplate what you might have thought of a place like this one when suddenly, he heard a familiar voice call out his name, and he turned to find the lounge's owner walking quickly toward him, a wide grin that nearly rivaled his own splitting her cheeks.

"Well would you look who it is, Alastor the Radio Demon here in my lil' lounge, what a lucky lady I must be!"

Mimzy teased as she shouted over the obnoxiously loud music, immediately forcing the man in question to hold back another instinctual roll of his eyes.

"Oh, nonsense, I should think that luck has very little to do with it, my dear."

Alastor drawled, dragging his gaze downward to find his friend standing there, all but vibrating upon her feet, clearly excited by something, though he couldn't quite fathom what in Hell it could possibly be.

That is, until he heard another familiar voice pipe up from somewhere behind him, this one far less anticipated than the last, and by a rather significant margin at that.

"Mimzy?"

It called, an edge of stress to it that had the corners of the overlord's smile twitching downward ever so slightly for the briefest of moments.

Alastor watched as the ex flapper standing before him grinned widely in response to his barely noticeable reaction, her eyes shining as she allowed the person speaking to continue with their question.

"Who did you say the whiskey on the rocks was for?"

The lounge's owner hopped up onto a stool beside where she had been standing, gesturing to the space at the bar near where Alastor was still firmly planted, the ears atop his head twitching ever so slightly as they took in the sound of a voice he'd never thought he'd hear again for the very first time since he'd awoken with them camouflaged within his hair.

"Right here, doll. Speakin' of which, why dontcha c'mere and meet one of my regulars, huh?"

She asked as casually as she could manage, gesturing slightly for the still reeling sinner standing beside the bar to take a seat, which, to her surprise, he actually did, eyes seeking out the source of the voice he was hearing as if in utter disbelief.

And then, much to his shock, there you were.

Sure, you looked different as a sinner, but he would recognize you anywhere, and it certainly helped that your beautiful smile was the very same as he remembered it to be whenever he closed his eyes and found you there waiting for him.

Busy with what was likely a fairly large number of orders that your fellow bartender seemed to be doing very little to try and keep up with, you didn't seem to notice him at first, walking quickly toward your old friend with a glass of whiskey in hand, moving to place it down in front of the ever so prominent Radio Demon absentmindedly when suddenly, you froze, your hand still wrapped around the chilled cup.

The two of you stared at one another for several long moments, eyes widened and breaths halting entirely, until finally Mimzy spoke up from Alastor's right, her laughter obnoxious beside his ear, though he could scarcely bring himself to care with his gaze locked so heavily onto yours.

"Happy anniversary, ya lovebirds! Didn't expect that, didja?!"

She all but cackled, causing you to break eye contact with your husband to gawk at your friend.

"Wait a second, you knew he was here the whole time and didn't tell me?!"

You cried, hand flying to your mouth as Alastor began to regard the woman sitting beside him with a hugely threatening glare, the frightfulness of which was only increased by his unyielding grin, which was beginning to appear more and more malicious by the second.

"Woah woah woah, hold your horses!"

Mimzy shouted, waving her hands all about as if in surrender as she looked back and forth between the two of you nervously,

"She only just got down here this mornin' I swear!"

She explained hurriedly to the overlord beside her, causing the man's eye to twitch with effort as he struggled not to tear his old friend limb from limb while her entire bar watched on in horror.

Alastor tapped one clawed finger against the bar in front of him, his sharpened teeth appearing even more threatening than usual at his apparent anger over the situation at hand.

"And you didn't think, my dear,"

He began, his voice low,

"That I may have wanted to know sooner?"

The sound of static overtook the lounge as the sinner's anger increased with each word he said, causing everyone, including those hired to play the live music, to flee out the front door, leaving the trio to their own devices within the confines of the now empty space.

This fact worked extremely well for Alastor, who was only growing more enraged with each passing second as he considered the implication of Mimzy's actions further.

Not only had this woman, someone who had dared call him a friend for so many years, betrayed him by keeping your presence unknown, but she had also clearly employed you at her poor excuse for a lounge, and was now acting as if she had done him a favor by allowing him to be in the presence of the very woman he'd married.

The urge to rip the sinner to shreds with his very own claws was immense, and perhaps he even would have done so had it not been for a gentle hand coming to rest upon his forearm, the weight of it felt even through his shirt and coat.

Immediately, he stiffened, the familiarity of the touch so jarring that his previous thoughts of murder ceased within an instant as he turned his head to face you properly.

There, illuminated by the dim and yellowed lights of the bar, stood his wife, a woman who he had never expected to see again after all that he had done.

What good deed must he have committed in life to deserve such a blessing as this?

Surely there was some kind of mistake and someone would be descending from the heavens to collect you soon, an angel sent to Hell on accident by way of some great failure on Saint Peter's fault.

Your husband stared at you for a few moments, as if afraid you might disappear if he so much as blinked, before finally, you spoke up, your lips curving into a slightly nervous smile.

"Let her explain?"

You asked gently, taking up the very same tone you used to when asking your beloved to make an exception to one of his many strict internalized rules for your benefit.

'Stay home with me?'

'Give him a chance?'

'A slightly less violent solution, perhaps?'

(the latter of which he'd heard more often than he was willing to admit).

And this time, as always, he caved almost immediately, giving a rather stern nod of his head before looking toward Mimzy with an obviously strained smile on his lips.

She didn't have long, that was for sure.

If she wanted to explain, she'd better do so quickly.

And that much must have been clear, because the ex flapper started talking just about as fast as she could manage while still remaining intelligible.

And what a tale she spun, indeed.

With hurried words and a remarkably nervous expression the likes of which neither you nor your husband had ever seen Mimzy wear before, the sinner apologized profusely for not telling either of you sooner, promising that she had only been trying to make it a surprise in celebration of your anniversary.

Apparently, she had vastly overestimated how persuasive she could be, and had assumed (rather incorrectly) that Alastor would be much more urgent in his arrival to her lounge after she'd paid him a visit, meaning she hadn't exactly intended to have kept the two waiting so long for the "grand reveal" of her surprise.

And, slowly but surely, as Mimzy explained her thought process, your confusion and your husband's apparent anger all but melted away, both reactions coming to be replaced with something located somewhere between amusement and exasperation.

How very like your friend it was to meddle in such a manner, after all.

You'd missed this.

(Alastor wished dearly that he could say the same, but having been stuck alone with it for several years, he couldn't quite relate.)

Still, even he had to admit that Mimzy's actions were something far more similar to misguided kindness than intentional ill will.

Though, there was still one issue that was still bothering him...

"Mimzy."

Alastor interrupted the sinner in the middle of her ramble, watching as she immediately shut her mouth and looked up at him, a familiar bout of nervous laughter falling from her lips as she wrung her hands together.

Seeing that she was paying attention, the overlord continued,

"I understand what you were going for with your..." He trailed off for a moment before hearing you pipe up from where you stood on the other side of the bar,

"Efforts."

How amusing, it seemed that even after years of separation, not even death could sever the almost supernatural ability you had to understand what your husband was trying to say before even he truly did.

Alastor nodded,

"Exactly. But that being said, I struggle to understand one thing."

He leaned toward his old friend slightly, watching her eyes widen as he did so, clearly unsure of what was going to happen next.

"Why, pray tell, my dear, is my wife spending her precious time working at your lounge if you had every intention of returning her to me?"

The possessive tone to his voice made you blush, eyes moving to the ground as you awaited Mimzy's response.

She was quick to answer.

"Great question, dollface!"

She laughed nervously,

"I uh, I guess I kinda figured she'd know if she was down here then you would be too, so I wanted to give her a little bit of a distraction... and maybe get some extra help for a few hours in the meantime."

She admitted quietly, though by the time she was finished speaking, Alastor wasn't paying her much mind anymore, his mind now occupied with what he considered to be a far more pressing issue.

Because now that Mimzy mentioned it...

"Dearest,"

He began, immediately catching your attention as he turned to face you fully, allowing you to take in the sight of him and his new "look" for the first time since your arrival.

You would be lying if you said you weren't a fan, as different as it may have been.

"Speaking of 'down here',"

Alastor continued, amusement dancing within his eyes,

"What exactly are you doing in a place like Hell?"

Your gaze moved downward once more at that, and you cleared your throat awkwardly as you tried to find anything else to focus on.

Eventually though, you gave up, and forced yourself to meet your husband's gaze once more.

"I uh, I killed a parent..."

You muttered under your breath, immediately causing Alastor's eyes to widen slightly in surprise, one of his ears twitching slightly atop his head.

"Pardon?"

He asked in utter disbelief, unable to even begin to comprehend what he was hearing.

You, his beautiful and darling wife, had killed a parent of one of the children you taught?

Utterly unbelievable, perish the thought.

You sighed, crossing your arms in a mix of embarrassment and frustration,

"I killed a parent, Al. Lucy and Arnold's father. He was beating on them and their mama something fierce, and I saw the opportunity to put a stop to it one night when walking over to the station after work... He went down the alley between the grocers and the tailor to take a shortcut home or something like that, and I just followed him before I even knew what was really going on..."

You sounded hesitant as you spoke, eyes downcast once more until without a word, your husband pressed his gloved index finger to your chin, raising your gaze to his own once more so you could see the utter awe present there.

He was positively enamored.

"You killed Harry Wells?"

He asked, shock still coloring his tone as he watched you for your reaction.

Slowly, after a few seconds of contemplation, you nodded, cheeks still pink as you did your best to keep from trying to avoid Alastor's heavy gaze.

"I uh, yeah. I did."

The overlord sitting across from you chuckled softly, a sound that slowly grew in volume and exuberance until he was laughing outright, the familiar sound music to your ears even as he sighed and wiped a tear from his eye afterward, something he had done often in life.

He grinned even wider at you than before, the pride in his eyes obvious as he shook his head as if still in disbelief.

"And to think,"

He began, reaching across the counter to grab both of your hands so he could pull you closer, your forearms resting against the bar countertop.

"I hadn't thought it possible to love you any more than I already did."

You laughed at that, pressing your forehead against your husband's with a sigh,

"Well in that case, I suppose it's a good thing that I have all of eternity to prove you wrong, huh?"

Alastor chuckled softly, humming as he took in the sight of you, as if trying to commit each individual detail to memory.

"A good thing, indeed, dear heart."

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ɪ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ɪᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ, ʟɪᴋᴇ, ᴍᴇꜱꜱʏ

friends to lovers, messy, slow burn, awkward intimacy, sexual tension, kissing, tension, confusion, longing, intense emotions, best friends, implied oral sex (m!receiveing), hesitation, unspoken desires, teasing

based of this request by @sturnslutz !

word count - 1.9k

The thing about being best friends with you is that Matt’s constantly caught in this weird in-between space, where he’s not sure if he should be reading your smile as something casual or… something else.

Today’s one of those days. You’re sitting on the couch, barely watching the movie, and you’re too close… so close that Matt can feel the heat from your skin, the way your hand brushes his when you reach for the blanket. It’s a simple gesture, no big deal, right? But his chest feels tight, and his heart’s doing this weird thing where it skips a beat, then races to catch up.

You probably don’t even notice, or if you do, you act like it’s nothing. Just you, being you, sweet and unbothered. But he’s not unbothered.

Matt hates how his brain fixates on every little thing… your laugh, the way your hair falls over your shoulder, how you move like you’re unaware of the effect you have on him. Every second with you is a war between wanting to lean closer and wanting to retreat.

It’s stupid. He knows it’s stupid. You’re his best friend. You’ve been through everything together, and he can’t afford to mess that up.

But then.

“Matt,” you say softly, leaning a little closer, like you’re searching for something in his eyes. Something he’s not sure he’s ready to give in to. His breath catches, and he’s momentarily frozen, unsure if he should answer or just keep staring at you like a damn idiot.

“Yeah?”

“You okay?” You sound so casual, but your voice… there’s something there, something that makes his stomach twist in knots. And he knows you don’t mean anything by it, but he’s this close to losing control.

“I’m fine,” he manages, the words coming out way too fast, too panicked. His hand twitches at his side, but he holds it still, trying not to look at you, trying not to notice how your eyes linger on his.

He’s known you forever. You’re comfortable. But right now, nothing about this is comfortable.

It’s like… he’s waiting for something to happen. Something that he can’t predict. Something he doesn’t want to happen but also doesn’t want to stop. He’s so damn confused.

Your fingers brush his hand, this time deliberately, and his entire body freezes. The touch lingers for a fraction of a second too long. And in that instant, everything he’s been fighting against, the wanting, the longing, the goddamn frustration, hits him full force.

He doesn’t move. Your fingers trail the tendons in his hand, slowly, delicately. The air between you thickens, and he wonders if you feel it too. 

Then, suddenly, you look at him again, and it’s not the casual glance you always give him. It’s something different. Something more eager. Like you’re begging him to make a move.

For a second, Matt wonders if he’s imagining it. If he’s just seeing what he wants to see. But then your fingers tap against the back of his hand, the lightest pressure imaginable, and it’s like his brain short-circuits.

He should say something. Laugh it off. Move away. But he doesn’t. He just sits there, letting the weight of the moment sink into his skin, letting it press against his ribs like an ache.

Your eyes don’t leave his. They flicker down, just for a second, just enough to make his breath hitch, and suddenly, the movie is nothing, the room is nothing, and all he can focus on is the way you’re looking at him.

His fingers twitch beneath yours. And then, god, he’s not sure who moves first. Your knee knocks into his, your hand shifts against his wrist, and suddenly, he’s leaning in before he even realises he’s doing it.

It’s slow at first. Hesitant. His forehead nearly brushes yours, his breath warm where it ghosts over your lips, and it’s-

It’s too much.

Something snaps.

One second, you’re barely touching, and the next, he’s kissing you like he’s starved for it. Like all the tension, all the frustration, all the nights spent overthinking have finally boiled over.

Your hands are in his hair, tugging, nails scraping lightly against his scalp, and he groans. Quiet, but desperate. His grip tightens on your waist, on the soft fabric of the hoodie you stole from him weeks ago, and he barely has time to process the fact that you’re kissing him back just as hard before you’re shifting, moving, climbing into his lap like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Messy. It’s so messy. The way your fingers pull at him, the way his hands slide under your hoodie, the way your breaths come faster, sharper, mixing with his in the space between kisses.

This is so past the point of no return.

But the thing is… Matt doesn’t care. Not anymore. Not when your mouth is on his like this, not when your body is pressed against him, not when every second feels like unraveling something he’s been holding onto for way too long.

He knows he should stop. Ask if this means something. If this will change things. If you’ll regret it.

But when you pull back just enough to look at him, lips swollen, mouth open, eyes dark, breathing hard, fingers still tangled in his hair, he doesn’t ask.

Because you don’t look uncertain. You don’t look like you regret it.

You look like you want more.

And Matt gives it to you. 

He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t overthink, doesn’t hold back. His hands slide higher, fingers skimming along your sides, feeling the way your body moves beneath his touch. His brain is foggy, all scrambled signals and static, but one thing is painfully, irrefutably clear. 

You. You feel so good.

You shift in his lap, pressing down in a way that has him sucking in a sharp breath through his teeth. His hands tighten, grounding himself, grounding you, but it does nothing to stop the burn traveling through his veins. He’s never been like this, never let himself want this much, and it’s overwhelming. How much he needs you right now.

Your hands cup his face, pulling him back into another kiss, and it’s even messier this time, deeper, hungrier. Your teeth graze his bottom lip, and he groans, the sound slipping from his throat before he can even think to stop it. You react instantly, fingers fisting in his hoodie, tugging him closer, like you crave the way he’s unraveling beneath you.

It’s dizzying. The way you feel, the way you taste, the way you’re completely consuming him. His hands can’t stay still… palms sliding over your thighs, up your back, pressing into every curve, every inch of you he can reach.

“Matt,” you whisper against his lips, and fuck. His name. His name in your voice, like that, breathy and desperate… it nearly sends him over the edge.

He leans in, mouth trailing along your jaw, down your neck, pressing open-mouthed kisses to your skin, and your breath shudders, fingers digging into his shoulders. He doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow, doesn’t think. Not when you’re arching into him like this, not when you’re tilting your head, giving him more space, not when your nails scrape along the back of his neck in a way that makes his entire body burn.

But then.

You make this sound, this little gasp, and it’s like slamming on the brakes at full speed.

Matt’s heart stutters. His hands freeze, his lips still against your skin, his brain catching up to what the hell he’s doing.

What the hell are you two doing?

His breathing is ragged, his grip still firm on your waist, and you… you’re staring at him, lips parted, pupils blown wide. You look wrecked. And god, he must look wrecked too.

His throat feels tight. “I…”

But he doesn’t know what to say. Doesn’t know how to make sense of the way everything just exploded between you two, how he went from second-guessing everything to nearly devouring you in the span of a few minutes.

Matt swallows hard, eyes flickering over your face, your lips, your expression… like he’s trying to memorise this moment before it slips through his fingers. His breath is uneven, his chest rising and falling too fast, and you can feel the tension in his body, the way he’s holding himself back.

You don’t want him to.

Your fingers trace the hem of his top, slipping underneath, palms pressing against his stomach, feeling the warmth of his skin. He tenses under your touch, sucking in a sharp breath, but he doesn’t stop you. Doesn’t pull away. If anything, he leans into it, his hands flexing against your waist like he’s trying to ground himself.

His head tilts back slightly, and god, he looks so good like this. Cheeks flushed, lips parted, struggling to keep his breathing steady. You can feel the weight of his gaze when he looks back at you, like he’s searching for something, like he’s waiting for permission he doesn’t need to ask for.

And then you’re shifting, sliding off his lap, your hands trailing down his torso, slow and deliberate. He stiffens, his fingers twitching where they rest on your thigh, and you don’t miss the way his jaw clenches, the way his Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows.

“Wait…” His voice is hoarse, like he’s trying to catch up with what’s happening, but he doesn’t actually stop you.

You glance up at him, eyes heavy-lidded, fingers tracing the waistband of his sweatpants. “Do you want me to stop?”

Matt lets out a shuddering breath, his hands gripping the couch like he’s trying to ground himself. He shakes his head, almost too fast, and when he finally meets your gaze, his pupils are blown wide.

“No.” His voice is barely above a whisper, rough and breathless. “I don’t want you to stop.”

“Good.” A small smile tugs at your lips, almost shy. “I wanna take care of you.”

His hands twitch at his sides, like he doesn’t know where to put them. Like he’s fighting some internal battle, caught between letting this happen and stopping you before he completely loses himself. But you don’t give him that chance.

You settle between his legs, eyes locked onto his, waiting for something…hesitation, a second thought, any kind of resistance. But Matt just looks at you, jaw clenched so tightly you think it might shatter, hands gripping the couch like he’s holding on for dear life.

And then you touch him.

His head drops back against the couch with a groan so low, so strained, that heat pools in your stomach instantly. His hands finally move, fingers threading into your hair, hesitant at first, then desperate.

You take your time, teasing, testing, watching every reaction…how his breath stutters, how his fingers tighten, how his thighs tense beneath you. He’s unraveling right in front of you, and it’s intoxicating.

“Jesus Christ,” he mumbles, voice wrecked, half a laugh, half a plea.

You glance up, meeting his eyes just as his grip falters. “Don’t be shy, baby.”

He looks at you again, tilting his head in confused adoration.

You smile, a breathless, teasing grin. And then you whisper, “I want it to be, like, messy.”

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Jealousy

Three times Jason gets jealous during dates and one time you do (Pre-established relationship) ~1.6k words

You're perfect. Funny. Smart. Gorgeous. Jason's life has never been better since he's asked you to be his partner. (Okay, hush, you asked him, but he was getting there, he swears, he had this twelve step plan and everything. Tim was going to jump off a ledge while throwing rose petals. Rose petals!)

He can't find a single problem with how your relationship is going. Well, expect, how everyone else seems to want your attention you too.

The little Café you wanted to try is nice, really. The guy behind the counter that's been staring at you since you both got here? Not so nice. It's annoying, how the guys gaze seems to linger on your legs, your smile, the way you brush your hair back. It's a struggle to focus on your words– but not a struggle to watch the way your lips move when you talk.

The worker takes a step out from behind the counter.

Oh hell no.

Jason's on his feet and pulling out the chair next to you in an instant, between one word your pretty voice is saying and the next, he's sitting by your side with an arm draped around your shoulder.

He loses his train of thought when you smile, pleased, and raise an eyebrow.

"What's this for, Jason?"

"Wanted to hear you better." He says, or he thinks he says that. He's too busy watching the creep slink back behind the counter, satisfaction growing in his chest.

You laugh. (He thinks angels might descend from the sky when you do.) And go back to telling your story. It's much easier to listen this time. That's what he tells himself, at least until your thigh presses against his.

Gotham Zoo is actually really nice for, you know, Gotham. Bruce poured money into it before, but ever since Damian found out about it, he's practically ensured the place will run ethically and comfortably for the next 100 years. Which Jason thought was cool, but it's even cooler that he gets to watch his partner coo over the new petting zoo.

"Aw, Jason, look at the lambs! They're so soft. I wanna take one home." You sound giddy, eyes bright and smile wide. He can't quite pull his focus away from you to see which creature you're referring to.

"They're pretty cute." He responds instead. Not cuter than you, though.

"Could you imagine one for the apartment? They'd sleep in bed with us. It would be like cuddling a cloud." You say idly, fingers stoking the top of the animals head.

That makes him pause. How'd he cuddle you if there's some barn animal in the middle of the bed? There's no way he could get close enough to you if some pet you found cute was cuddled between you. He clears his throat. "Well, ah, I don't know how the landlord feels about lambs but you can always cuddle me? I'm– I could be soft?" Wow, okay. Not what he wanted to say. He cringes a little.

But you stand up, smiling brighter and gaze focused on him. That settles the feeling in the pit of his stomach. You curl your fingers with his and take his hand, pulling it to your face to kiss his knuckles. "You're my favorite thing to cuddle, you know."

Oh. "Huh. I mean, good." He stumbles out. No, his ears are definitely not feeling warm. And no, his heart isn't beating faster as he follows you towards the next enclosure. "I could wear wool, though? If you wanted?"

That makes you laugh. Eyes trailing to him with such fondness he nearly sinks to his knees. Until he sees the playfulness etched in your face. "I saw you petting those rabbits early. I could wear bunny ears? If you wanted?"

He chokes on air. You might be trying to kill him. His whole face feels as heated as his ears. "Wow. I– if you wanted?"

You giggle, pulling away to observe the next lucky animal that you see.

"Hey. Wait–" He says your name, voice a little pitched. "Did you want–?" You only wink at him. That shuts him. And if he spends the rest of the date a little distracted, well, you seem proud that you managed to make him so flustered.

Your coworker has been talking to you for thirteen minutes and fourty-seven seconds. Jason knows this because he's been watching the clock since he got here. It happens more often than not, him walking you home from work. He shows up fifteen minutes early because he knows you'll slip out given the chance. Something about not taking up too much of his time. Don't you know you're the only one he wants to spend his time with?

Jason crosses his arms, eyes narrowing at your coworker. Three inches. That's the amount of space your coworker has moved closer to you since he's gotten here. Not respectable at all. Doesn't he know you're with Jason? Maybe he should have stopped into that jewelry store he was eyeing earlier. And called Tim to put in an order for rose petals.

Your coworker shifts another inch towards you. And that's it. Your shift has thirty-five seconds left and that's exactly the amount of time it takes for him to be by your side. His arm slips around your waist comfortably, like it belongs there, because it does. He kisses your cheek and lets his gaze settle on your coworker. And if his face is a little more threatening than usual, he definitely isn't trying to intimidate your coworker. (Yes, he is.)

"Ready to go home, sweetheart?" He drawls, body relaxed like he isn't torn between showing your coworker exactly who you're dating and pushing down the jumble of emotion in his throat. "I was thinking take out for dinner?"

You relax into his side. Oh. You relaxed into his side and you're smiling at him. It evens out the pounding in his heart he didn't even realize was happening. The tension threatening to take over his shoulders disappears like it never existed.

"Yeah, Jason, I'm ready. I missed you. Just let me clock out." You pull away– 'no' he starts to think– and then you take his hand, pulling him along with you.

"I missed you too." He answers, and you don't quite see the smug grin he sends over his shoulder to your coworker.

Jason's perfect. Funny. Smart. Gorgeous. Willing to try new things. A total package. That's something you know about your boyfriend. So when he agreed to go dancing with you at Gothams newest club, you were excited. A whole night spent enjoying time with your boyfriend. And you both get to dress up a little. You feel hot, and he definitely looks hot. You didn't think that'd be an issue. But, it is. Because you can see your boyfriend getting held up by two of the prettiest girls you've ever seen.

He's holding two drinks, one for himself and one he went to get for you. It soothes the tightness in your throat that he does not look thrilled to be talking to them. The softness he has when he's with you gone, replaced with poorly masked annoyance.

Any comfort you were feeling from the look on his face disappears when one of the girls puts her hand on his arm, giggling like he's said the funniest thing in the world. Absolutely not. You're walking over to them before Jason even has time to shrug her hand from his arm.

"Hey, honey." You say, voice sweet and sugary as you take one of the drinks from his hand, hooking your arm through his and tucking yourself against him. "Everything okay?"

It makes your heart flutter everytime, the way his entire face seems to change when he looks at you. "Hey, baby. Yeah. Everything's okay. Didn't mean to take so long. Were you worried?" He asks, leaning down to press a kiss to your hair.

The girls seem to deflate at how his complete attention is on you, how he instinctively shifts until you're pressed flushed against his side, two pieces of a whole. You have to force back the pride that threatens to glint in your eyes. "Not worried. I just was getting bored without you."

Neither of you really look over at the girls when they murmur something about catching up with their friends, but Jason manages a polite nod. Once they're gone, his grin widens, eyes teasing. "You were jealous. You called me honey."

You gasp in mock offense, yes, honey isn't the first term of endearment you jump to, but it's a perfectly valid word for him. "Jealous? Jealous that my tall, dark, sweet, and handsome boyfriend was getting hit on?"

He laughs, you think you might have swooned in a different time. "C'mon, pretty. Give me this. I saw you watching."

You can't help but smile at him and wonder, vaugley, if he knows you'd give him anything he asked of you. "Yeah, yeah. I was a little jealous. But, don't think I don't notice when you get jealous. Now, come dance with me. I like this song."

Now it's his turn to gasp, faux denial on his face. "I have never, not once in my life, been jealous."

You roll your eyes, playful and light as you pull him along to the dance floor. "Alright, lover boy. Because you're definitely not the reason my coworker wouldn't talk to me for a week."

He looks pleased at that. "He didn't?"

You raise yourself on your toes, kissing his cheek and leaving a smudge of lipstick. Neither of you move to wipe it off. "Mm. No. He didn't."

"Nice." He mumbles, unhooking your arms so he can hold your waist as you reach the dance floor. "I do get jealous too, though, sometimes."

Laughing, you find the beat of the music together and your world centers on him, just how his centers on you. "I know."

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In Spite of Me

Sukuna Ryomen x Reader

Summary: Sukuna doesn’t believe in love, until you, reckless and fearless, crash into his life. When you’re nearly taken from him, his rage reveals a terrifying truth: there’s nothing he won’t do to protect you. Not even love you.

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You weren’t supposed to matter.

He told himself that every time you walked into a room, bright-eyed, reckless, never flinching from him like the others did. 

You spoke to him like he was a man, not a monster. 

You looked at him like he wasn’t made entirely of blood and hate.

And he hated you for it.

Except, not really.

“You’re staring again.”

Sukuna’s eyes narrow. “You’re imagining things, brat.”

You lean back against the stone wall of the old shrine, arms crossed, unafraid as usual. “You’ve got a weird way of pretending you don’t care. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were interested.”

He bares his teeth in something like a grin. “Don’t flatter yourself. I’ve ended civilizations for less.”

You snort. “Yeah, and yet, here I am.”

And there you were, always there. 

Taunting him, challenging him, walking beside him like he wasn’t cursed, wasn’t ancient, wasn’t ruined. 

Sometimes he thought you might actually be insane. Other times, he thought you were the only one alive who saw him, not the title.

You learn early that Sukuna doesn’t “talk” so much as command. 

His affection, if you can even call it that, comes in the form of half-spoken threats and unblinking protectiveness. He lets no one touch you. Not even those he pretends to trust.

He watches you like a dragon watches its hoard. 

Dangerous. Possessive.

But not... cruel. 

Not to you.

He speaks sharply, always. 

But never to cut you. Never to wound.

At least, not until the day you get hurt.

It wasn’t supposed to be serious.

A mission gone wrong, a cursed spirit you didn’t see coming. Just one second of vulnerability, and you’re slammed into the wall, ribs crunching under the weight of something foul and ancient.

Sukuna arrives two seconds later.

And he loses control.

The ground splits with his scream. 

His domain expansion shreds the air like paper. The cursed spirit doesn’t even get a chance to speak, it’s reduced to nothing in under a second. Blood sprays across the floor like ink. 

The walls tremble. Trees outside snap in half from the force of his rage.

But he doesn’t stop.

He keeps destroying. 

The ruins. 

The ground. 

The air.

Until he sees you, collapsed, bloodied, eyes half-lidded.

And suddenly, it’s too quiet.

“Don’t you dare.”

You hear his voice like thunder in a cave, low, choked.

You try to smile, blood on your lip. “Relax, I’m not dying.”

He’s at your side in an instant, crouched low, hands ghosting over your injuries like he doesn’t know where to touch. 

And maybe he doesn’t. 

Maybe Ryomen Sukuna has never cared for anything fragile in his entire long, cursed life.

His fingers twitch. He clenches them into fists instead.

“Who did this?”

You blink slowly. “Does it matter? You already killed it.”

“It matters,” he growls, “because you’re mine.”

You raise a brow, weakly. “Am I?”

His jaw flexes.

You almost laugh. “You sound jealous.”

“I am.”

That shuts you up.

His breath is shaky. His voice, even more so.

“I told myself I wouldn’t care. You were nothing. A mortal. A brat with a sharp tongue and a death wish. And still...” He grabs your chin, forcing your dazed eyes to meet his. “You crawled under my skin. In spite of me. In spite of everything.”

You reach up and touch his cheek. His eyes flash, but he doesn’t move away.

“Sukuna…” you whisper. “It’s okay. I already knew.”

His voice cracks. “Then why the hell did you stay?”

“Because I saw what you didn’t want me to. And I wasn’t afraid.”

He heals you himself.

It’s messy. Angry. 

But his hands tremble less by the time your wounds begin to fade. He doesn’t let you walk for two days, keeping you in the shelter of his domain where no one can reach you. 

Not even your own thoughts.

When you wake fully, you find him sitting beside the bed, head bowed, fingers loosely curled around your wrist.

Watching.

Waiting.

“Say it,” you whisper, breaking the silence.

He scowls. “Say what?”

“You know what.”

A long pause. 

A flicker of emotion behind his eyes.

“I’d burn the world,” Sukuna says quietly, “if it meant keeping you alive.”

You smile. “Close enough.”

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shifting and manifesting q&a post.

you know the drill. another day, another q&a. i’ve gathered all your burning questions about shifting & manifesting and answered them like i’m hosting a late-night talk show, except instead of celebrity guests, it’s just me, sleep deprivation, and an encyclopedic knowledge of the multiverse. consider this your go-to guide for everything from “why hasn’t it worked yet?” to “can i shift standing up?” (yes, and if you figure out how to do it mid-stride, let me know).

now, let’s get into it. also. this is an open discussion and i will be putting in more and more questions as time goes on.

shifting q&a.

❛❛ what is law of shifting? shifting, or reality shifting, is the practice of consciously moving one's awareness to an alternate reality or desired reality, in other words, a dr. shifters believe that infinite realities exist simultaneously and that through intention or visualisation, they can experience a reality of their choosing.

❛❛ how does shifting work? is it something gradual or instant/overnight? shifting is instant. one moment you're here, the next you're there. no in-between, no buffering. just a switch.

❛❛ what is awareness and how does it work? awareness is the fundamental observer, the "i am" behind all thoughts, emotions, and perceptions. it is not your thoughts, your body, or even your identity, it is the thing that witnesses all of those. if you strip away your name, your history, your emotions, what remains? the awareness that experiences all things. imagine awareness like a flashlight in a dark room. whatever you shine it on, your thoughts, your surroundings, your sensations, becomes your focal point. but the flashlight itself is not the object it’s illuminating. it’s just observing.

in simpler terms, your awareness is not the content of your mind, it’s the thing that notices that content. it’s always present, always watching, whether you’re thinking, daydreaming, or in deep sleep. it creates reality by focusing on particular thoughts, assumptions, and experiences.

❛❛ how do we shift constantly? you are always shifting because your awareness is fluid, not fixed. reality is not a single, static thing, it’s a spectrum of infinite possible states, and your awareness moves through them constantly. every thought, every assumption, every focus of attention is a micro-shift to a different version of reality.

every time you change a belief, you shift. if you wake up believing today will be boring, you experience a version of today that aligns with that belief. if you wake up believing today will be exciting, you shift into a different reality where things unfold differently. your awareness dictates what version of reality you experience. if you focus on lack, you shift into a reality where lack exists. if you focus on abundance, you shift into a reality where abundance is your experience. small shifts happen every second. right now, if you decide you are lucky, you just shifted into a reality where you are lucky. if you suddenly assume you are confident, you just shifted into a reality where confidence is more accessible to you.

❛❛ can i permashift? if you want to, yes. your cr body won’t drop dead, it’ll just exist on autopilot. permashifting is a commitment, but you get to decide what it means.

❛❛ i tried a method and it didn’t work. methods don’t make you shift, you do. stop hyper-fixating on technique and start focusing on the belief that shifting is inevitable.

❛❛ i’m hopeless about shifting and losing hope. you can’t lose hope in something inevitable. shifting is real, it exists, and you can do it. sit with the fact that it’s already yours.

❛❛ what happens if i move midshift? will that disrupt it? no. that's very much a myth. you can shift whenever.

❛❛ i’m struggling. struggle doesn’t mean failure. keep going, keep believing, keep knowing it’s done.

❛❛ i’m impatient. shifting isn’t about patience, it’s about certainty. the second you know it’s done, you’ve already shifted.

❛❛ how to be aware of your dr? awareness = presence. stop doubting, stop overthinking. if you’re there, you’re there. simple.

❛❛ how is lucid dreaming different from shifting? lucid dreaming is control over a dream. shifting is moving consciousness to a real, existing reality. they’re not the same.

❛❛ i’ve gotten to the void but i can’t shift. the void isn’t the destination, it’s the doorway. walk through it.

❛❛ do i have to script? no. scripting is for clarity, not necessity. your intentions are enough.

❛❛ what if i get distracted easily? distractions don’t stop you from shifting. shifting is a knowing, not a concentration game.

❛❛ during the day i’m really excited and when it’s time to shift, i have doubts. excitement means you believe it’s possible. doubts don’t matter unless you entertain them.

❛❛ wait, so all i have to do is go "it's ok. i'm in my dr" and then don't think about it again??? just go about the rest of my day and think nothing more?? yes. it’s called living in the end. stop micromanaging the process.

❛❛ what if i see the people in my dr as fictional? reality is perception. fiction here doesn’t mean fiction there.

❛❛ do time ratios matter between realities? no. your dr follows its own time, its own rules.

❛❛ tips on lucid dreaming and how to shift with it? use lucid dreams as a launchpad. once you realise you’re dreaming, affirm you’ve shifted.

❛❛ any tips on how to keep faith? remind yourself shifting is inevitable. let go of desperation.

❛❛ what should your mindset be? unwavering certainty. shifting is done, you are there.

❛❛ will your dr feel the same // be as realistic as your cr? yes. possibly even more real.

❛❛ is there a thing such as shifting symptoms? symptoms are just your own expectations manifesting. they’re not required. and sometimes it's just your body falling asleep.

❛❛ what about shifting signs? (angel numbers, seeing things that correlate with your dr) if you believe they mean something, they do. if you don’t, they don’t. reality is what you make of it.

❛❛ should i assume from third pov or first? both are fine. you can do first since it's more personal, unless third feels more natural to you.

❛❛ can you shift to dangerous places? yes, but why would you want to?

❛❛ can i have multiple s/os? yes. your dr, your rules.

❛❛ what if i can’t visualise at all? how do i shift without visualisation? visualisation is a tool, not a requirement. belief and intention are enough.

❛❛ what does it actually feel like to shift? is it a fade-to-black, a snap, or something else? different for everyone. could be a snap, a slow transition, or just opening your eyes and being there.

❛❛ can i shift into a world where i don’t exist yet? yes. there's an infinite amount of realities. you can go into any timeline.

❛❛ can i shift to a different race/ethnicity? yes. your dr body is fully customisable. if you want to change your race, height, or even species, go ahead. just remember that identity is more than just aesthetics, if you shift as another race, you will experience the world through that lens.

❛❛ what if i shift somewhere and i hate it? exit. shift back. undo. just leave.

❛❛ can i shift into an animated/cartoon world?yes.

❛❛ if i shift into a dr where i have kids, will i actually love them? yes, unless you're a deadbeat. your emotions in your dr are real. you will feel the same love, attachment, and responsibility as if those kids were born in your cr.

❛❛ can i shift into someone else’s pov?yes.

❛❛ what if i shift somewhere where things are different? your brain adapts. you will instinctively know how to function in that world, whether it’s bending gravity, casting spells, or breathing underwater.

❛❛ can i shift while walking or doing daily activities? yes. people have shifted while listening to music, washing dishes, and even mid-conversation with someone.

❛❛ what if i shift and panic? if you shift and freak out, you can always return to your cr. panic won’t trap you. you’re not locked in.

❛❛ when i shift, do i leave my body? no, your physical body stays in your cr, but your consciousness shifts to your dr. think of it like tuning into a different frequency.

❛❛ is it possible to smell scents from my dr in my cr, or am i just going crazy? yes and no. shifters report phantom sensations like smells, sounds, or even touches from their dr. your brain can be simply syncing with that reality. but it can also be a coincidence. make of reality what you will, if you think it's from your dr, then it is.

❛❛ i need to convince myself I’m in my dr and wait for the 3d to reflect it? be delusional and patient?? yes, that’s the law of assumption in action. hold the belief and live from it, and reality will catch up.

❛❛ do we have to perceive shifting as natural for it to happen? yes. the more normal and achievable it feels, the easier it is to shift. make it feel as natural as blinking.

❛❛ is shifting to a dr i’m less attached to easier than one i’m obsessed with? sorta. less attachment = less pressure = smoother shifting. when you need to shift, you create resistance.

❛❛ how do i detach from my cr? it can help to live in your dr mindset. see cr as a temporary dream. engage less emotionally. shift focus to your dr completely.

❛❛ if I already shifted but the 3d hasn’t caught up, and i can’t be arsed to do methods, am i still doing it right? yes. if you know you’ve already shifted, you don’t need to do anything. just exist, stay stable, and avoid spiralling into frustration. you’re on track.

❛❛ will it feel weird to see people from my cr in different realities? yes and no. at first, it might be surreal, but you’ll adapt quickly. they may act differently, but your mind will adjust.

❛❛ what do you think of quantum immortality? (i do believe in it) quantum immortality suggests that consciousness never truly dies; it shifts to timelines where you continue existing. if you believe in infinite realities, this aligns with shifting theory, you’re always moving into different versions of existence.

❛❛ i got close to shifting but panicked at the last moment. how do i stop this? you're already shifting every second. excitement turning into anxiety is normal. next time, remind yourself there’s nothing to fear. breathe through it. Instead of anticipating the shift, surrender to it like falling asleep.

❛❛ do you need a safe word/safe action? it’s optional. if it gives you peace of mind, use one, but you don’t need it. your intent alone is enough to return.

❛❛ do angel numbers mean anything? yes, but also, everything is a sign if you decide it is. angel numbers (111, 222, 333, etc etc etc) are basically reality’s way of winking at you. they indicate alignment, a shift in energy, or a confirmation that you’re on the right path.

❛❛ i know i’m in my dr, but i keep forgetting and feeling like i’m waiting. help? you’re not waiting, you’re there. the thought popping up isn’t proof of absence; it’s just noise. you don’t need to prove what’s already real.

❛❛ i want to shift, but i’m scared of the unknown. were you ever afraid? how did you cope? fear of the unknown is just the mind throwing a tantrum over change. i felt it too, but excitement drowns it out. shifting isn’t losing yourself, it’s finding more of you.

❛❛ people from my past keep coming back, but i don’t want them in my reality. what do i do? block, ignore, delete, repeat. their presence is not your problem. your comfort matters more than their nostalgia.

❛❛ i don’t care about my cr anymore, but shifting feels hard when there’s so much going on. advice? detachment is fine, paralysis isn’t. simplify: either shift or make this reality bearable while you do. don’t let in-between keep you stuck.

❛❛ i go numb in the void, but i still hear my surroundings, then wake up in my cr. what’s happening? numbness means you’re detaching, awareness means you’re still tethered. next time, push further.

❛❛ how do i build my dr properly in my mind? don’t overthink. focus on feelings, not blueprints. the details will fill themselves in. your subconscious already knows. trust it.

❛❛ am i the clone that was left behind in my cr?? no.

❛❛ is time real? no,,,,, do you think the universe knows what a tuesday is?

❛❛ how do i romanticise my dr when i feel too tired to care? find small, tangible details that excite you. scents, textures, aesthetics. let your dr feel alive, not just a concept.

❛❛ i’ve been trying for years, but i’m scared i’ll never shift. the fear is what blocks you. shifting is fun, not a deadline. you’re already shifting, just allow it.

❛❛ once I shift, do i stay until i decide to return? yes.

❛❛ advice for people who feel stuck while shifting? letting go means trusting it’ll happen without micromanaging every step.

❛❛ opinion on group shifting? honestly, might be possible. what do i know.

❛❛ i shifted once, but now i can’t get back. don’t overthink it. if you did it once, you can do it again. go back with the same ease.

❛❛ what happens when we permanently change realities? you continue living there as if it’s always been your home.

❛❛ is shifting like living a memory or physically real? it’s as real as this reality. full senses, full presence.

manifestation q&a.

❛❛ what is manifesting? manifesting is the process of deliberately bringing a desired outcome into reality through focused intention, belief, and aligned action. manifestation operates on the principle that thoughts, emotions, and expectations influence one's external circumstances.

❛❛ what is law of attraction? the law of attraction (loa) is the principle that like attracts like. meaning that positive or negative thoughts bring corresponding experiences into one's life. it is based on the idea that the mind emits energetic frequencies that align with similar external energies. loa suggests that maintaining an optimistic mindset, visualising success, and embodying gratitude can lead to favourable outcomes.

❛❛ what is law of assumption? the law of assumption (also....loa) posits that one's assumptions. deep-seated beliefs and expectations, shape their reality. unlike the law of attraction, which emphasises energetic alignment, the law of assumption focuses on the psychological certainty that what one accepts as true will inevitably manifest. this concept was primarily developed by neville goddard, who taught that by persistently assuming a desired state as already existing, individuals can bring it into their lived experience. It operates on the principle that consciousness dictates reality.

❛❛ 3d, 4d, 5d...what's the difference?◞ 3D (third dimension) : the physical reality you experience with your five senses. the "real world" where things feel solid, time moves in a linear fashion, and external circumstances seem fixed. this is what most people believe is the only reality.

◞ 4D (fourth dimension) : the realm of thoughts, beliefs, imagination, and assumption. this is the layer where you create reality before it hardens into the 3d. your inner world (mindset, affirmations, visualisations) exists here, and it directly influences what you experience in the 3d.

◞ 5D (fifth dimension) : a state of consciousness where you recognise infinite realities exist at once and you can shift between them freely. It’s often associated with detachment from 3d limitations, full trust in the self, and an effortless ability to manifest or shift.

❛❛ what is saturating? flooding your mind with thoughts, affirmations, and beliefs that match your desired reality until they feel natural. this speeds up the 3d shift.

❛❛ i would like to be present and aware in the void. then decide you are. the void is a state of being, not a place to find.

❛❛ is it difficult to enter the void because i get distracted? distraction is a belief. stop feeding into the idea that it’s hard.

❛❛ what if i get distracted easily? doesn’t matter. the void exists whether you’re hyper-focused or not.

❛❛ what exactly am i supposed to do in the void state? nothing. it’s a state of pure being. exist in it, and intend.

❛❛ any tips on how to keep faith? faith isn’t something to keep. it’s something you live in. affirm or take a break if it feels like too much.

❛❛ what should your mindset be? unwavering certainty. the 3d follows your assumptions.

❛❛ should i assume from third pov or first? i recommend first. you are the creator.

❛❛ what happens when i doubt? doubts only manifest if you let them control you. assume certainty.

❛❛ do i need to work towards getting my desires or will they just appear? they will appear, but inspired action may follow. don’t confuse effort with control.

❛❛ what’s the difference between assuming something and just pretending? assuming is knowing it’s already done. pretending is hoping.

❛❛ if i assume i have something, but it’s not physically there, what do i do? persist. reality conforms to your assumptions, but there’s a lag.

❛❛ why do negative assumptions seem to manifest faster than positive ones? because you believe they do. flip the script.

❛❛ is “living in the end” just lying to myself? how do i do it properly? no, it’s knowing it’s already yours. embody it mentally.

❛❛ can i manifest something for someone else without their permission? probably, but it’s more effective when aligned with their existing beliefs.

❛❛ what do i do if my manifestation is taking longer than expected? does that mean i failed? no. time is irrelevant. persistence is key.

❛❛ if i assume something is mine, but i keep looking for proof, does that ruin it? kinda....yes. looking for proof implies lack. assume and let go.

❛❛ how do i stay consistent when my 3d reality is making me spiral? detach from the 3d. persist in the assumption.

❛❛ can i manifest something i don’t want to happen (by accident)? yes, if you dwell on it.

❛❛ can i manifest a completely different appearance. like, a new face, height, or features? yes. your physical form is as malleable as reality itself.

❛❛ can i change my race/ethnicity with manifestation? yes. just like shifting, loa allows for complete identity transformation. but remember, race isn't just aesthetic. your perception and experiences in the world will shift, too.

❛❛ can i manifest a different voice or accent? yes. people have manifested different vocal tones, speech patterns, and even language fluency.

❛❛ can i manifest someone else's thoughts and actions? you can influence people’s thoughts about you, but they still have free will. manifesting works through your assumptions affecting how the world reacts to you.

❛❛ can i manifest something terrible happening to someone? technically, yes. but that’s a dark path and the energy you put out will reflect back on you. be careful with karma.

❛❛ can i manifest a whole new personality for myself? yes. confidence, extroversion, charisma, it’s all malleable. change the assumption, and the behaviour follows.

❛❛ can i manifest intelligence? yes. memory retention, quick thinking, academic success, it’s all just perception. if you assume you’re naturally brilliant, your mind will adapt.

❛❛ can i manifest a different past? your past memories can shift, but others’ memories won’t always follow. some people have had success with revising events....others find it easier to focus on changing the present and future.

❛❛ can i manifest abilities i don’t have, like playing an instrument? yes.

❛❛ if i assume something and it doesn’t happen instantly, does that mean i failed? no. read more here.

❛❛ how do i stay consistent when my 3d reality is making me spiral? detach. the 3d is old news. if reality is trash, ignore it. focus on your new assumptions, not the mess outside.

❛❛ can i manifest a completely different life overnight? yes. if you assume a full reality shift, everything will align. the challenge is maintaining the belief without doubting.

❛❛ can i manifest money instantly? yes. unexpected checks, job opportunities, random cash finds. it all happens. if you believe money is always flowing to you, it will.

❛❛ what if i feel nothing while affirming? that’s fine. manifesting isn’t about emotion. it’s about assumption. you don’t need to feel ecstatic; you just need to accept it as truth.

❛❛ any tips for that final push to reach the void or shift? or do i just keep affirming and hope for the best? go in with full certainty, no doubts. detach from trying too hard, relax into it. if affirming works for you, do it, but don’t force it. confidence + ease = success.

❛❛ why does affirming until sleep work for some and not others? it depends on how suggestible your mind is. if it feels natural and calming, it works. if it feels forced, it might not. try tweaking it, focus on emotions, not just words.

❛❛ i need a perfect 100 on my physics exam, but i think i made mistakes. what now? assume you aced it. no, really. don’t obsess over the mistakes. manifest the grade you want. reality bends to certainty.

❛❛ can i rampage into the void? yes! if anger fuels your belief, use it. the key is certainty, not relaxation.

❛❛ is manifesting a relationship with a celebrity too much? nothing is too much. you create reality.

[hoshifighting]

hii just wanna say you are one of my fav acc in tumblr ❤️

she is on her ovulation phase rn so can you write something about mirror sex with wonwoo im pretty sure that was hottt af 🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️🧎🏻‍♀️

mirror sex + ovulation phase with wonwoo

warnings: smut, ovulation, mirror sex, after care, wap.

it’d definitely hit different, considering how focused he gets in sex. this man is already attentive as hell, but you throw in the fact that your body is extra sensitive and craving more, and it’s game over.

wonwoo’s not the loudest guy, but when he’s turned on, he breathes a little louder in your ear, and it just hits. the type where you feel it more in the way he looks at you than anything he’s saying. and with the mirror involved, you're getting all of that attention doubled back at you. the way his eyes would flick between the mirror and you, like he’s torn between watching your face react and seeing the way your bodies move together.

so imagine this: it’s your ovulation phase, and you’re already feeling some type of way. u know, that feeling where everything’s heightened? you’re sensitive as hell, and it’s like your body’s begging for more without you even needing to think about it. andd he’s the type to notice right away. like, the second he’s got his hands on you, he can feel the difference—maybe your body's a little more eager, maybe your reactions are a bit quicker—and you can bet he’s gonna take advantage of that.

he’d guide you to look at yourself, the way his hands would hold you in place just so you can see every little detail. he’s not gonna let you escape the way your body moves for him, how flushed your skin gets, how your breathing’s speeding up, all of it. and he’d make sure you’re paying attention to it too. “look at you baby girl, so wet around my cock, so sensitive..hmmm” he'd say, maybe right by your ear while his eyes are locked on the mirror, like he’s obsessed with what he’s seeing.

and during ovulation, where you’re already feeling a lot more intense, like every touch feels a little sharper. you can’t hide it either—the way your body responds is just... instant. you’d be extra sensitive, every single brush of his hands or his body against yours would have you trembling a little. and wonwoo’d notice everything. he’s so observant, that guy, there’s no way he’s missing any of your reactions. he’d pick up on the tiniest of gasps, the way your hips start moving on their own, all of it.

when you’re ovulating, and u just feel like you need more? like no matter how much you’re getting, it’s never enough? yeah, that’s where wonwoo comes in. he’d be relentless but in the most controlled, focused way. he’s not gonna rush it, even if you feel like you might lose your mind waiting for him to give you what you want. he’d watch your body react in the mirror. every time you move, every time your hips shift or you arch into him more, he’s watching. like, fully taking it in, getting off on how your body is craving him, how desperate you are, especially because of the whole ovulation thing making it even worse. the mirror just amplifies everything. 'cause not only are you feeling every little thing ten times more, but now you’re seeing it too.

his hands, they’d be all over you. not even necessarily rough, but firm. holding you in place, guiding you, making sure you’re looking at yourself and at the way he’s taking care of you. he’d probably let his hands trace down your body, maybe even pausing just to make you feel how ready you are, just to make you squirm a little more. and when he does finally move inside you, he would circle his hips, just to feel how much your body reacts. the way you’re extra tight, extra wet, extra sensitive, all of it would make him double his strength to keep his legs holding him up.

wonwoo’s the type to keep his cool too. even though your body’s practically begging him to pick up the pace, he’s still gonna take his time, it’s almost like a game to him, seeing how far he can push you before you start losing it, it’s so good you can’t even complain??? every thrust, every sound of skin on skin, would feel magnified, and seeing it all in the mirror would make it that much better. he would make the orgasm hits different. you’d probably be shaking, maybe even letting out little noises you didn’t even realize you were making, and wonwoo would be right there, making sure you’re seeing it all happen in the mirror, 'cause he’s not letting you miss a single thing. the aftercare, top tier, with water, massage, food, cuddling, everything u want!!!

[jealousmartini]

⋆.˚ how I like to manifest ! .𖥔˚

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To be honest, my kind of manifesting is like a lazy type because of how silly and laid back it is. It's good for loa babes like me who just wanna have fun manifesting, but don't wanna do too much.

But because of how complicated manifestation was made in the past years, you guys might see my manifesting as creative.

It just depends on how you, a master manifester, personally like to manifest compared to how I do things.

I like to call this process :

𐙚 shop, purchase, spawn ⋆.˚

Some of you read that and might be thinking "why is it shopping themed-" Silence. hear me out.

– what does it mean to "shop" and how to do it?

To shop means to browse, to look for, and to figure out what you want.

Like you would do before you go to a shop or even while you are in a shop, you would see something you like and wonder to yourself, "oo I really want this " or "Wouldn't it be so nice if I had this" or "Omg I have got to have that" something amongst those lines. This is the first half of my shopping process.

The second half is to look for whatever tickles my fancy and add it to my basket. But how do I do this, and where do I look for my desires? Literally anywhere. But my favourite shopping area is definitely pinterest (just like any other manifester), so let's use her as an example: To shop on pinterest would be to scroll or search for whatever my desire is. To place in a basket would be to sort it into a board.

– what do you mean "purchase", how to do it?

To purchase means to buy something; usually using digital or physical money. Or, in my case, to finalise the fact that it is mine/decide it's mine, by using affirmations!

Affirmations is my currency. When I give some affirmations, I lose some affirmations in order to "buy" my desire.

What I mean by this is that it's like a trade offer with myself. In order to buy my desires, I must trade in some limiting beliefs I have about the desire with new ones that support the fact the desire is now mine. Do you get it?

I traded my old beliefs for new beliefs for my desire in return!

– what does it mean to "spawn", how to do it?

To spawn means to appear very quickly or from nowhere in seconds. For me though, this would just be a simple word for "instant delivery" or "instant reality shift".

Now this is all spawning is. It is me shifting my reality to one where everything is the same but my desired affirmations have materialised instantly. To spawn a desire is to instantly shift to a reality where my affirmations about having my desire has materialised.

I love to spawn my desires instead of going through the process of having to collect it from somewhere (which IS still the manifestation of my affirmations but I'm just too lazy dude☠️😭)

𐙚 the world is a supermarket, and everything is free ! .𖥔˚

This is where my silly imagination gets creative, yall. I'm about to put you guys on some "shops" where you can "purchase" your specific desires from. Here are some obvious ones:

— what you can "buy" on pinterest !

Clothes, Shoes, Accessories, Wigs

Face claims, Body claims

Houses, Apartments/Penthouses

Food claims

Vehicle claims

Aesthetic claims

— what you can "buy" on tiktok ! (And youtube)

Song/Audio claims

voice claims/Accent claims

Face claims, body claims, personality claims

Fame claim

Aesthetic claims

Closet claims

Significant other claims (platonic or romantic)

Relationship trope claims

Room claims (bedroom,bathroom living rooms etc)

— what you can "buy" on Google maps

Houses, Apartments/Penthouses

Islands (😭)

Environment claims

Vacation spots

— what you can buy with your phone camera

I really love using my phone camera to shop for new desires guys because you can take a picture of ANYTHING.

You want to live in a specific neighbourhood? Take a picture of it and purchase is. Want the cutest clothe set you just saw in the window of a store? Take a picture and purchase it.

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Anyway thats all I have to say for now.

CIAO!!😙💋

Tags I'm tryna put some cool loa babes on. Tell me what you guys think : @esotericc-angel @etherealkissed88 @edwadio @livingmydreamlife5555 @theshifterbear @nondualiber @ponchigg @ningsols @themanifestingbrat @4ellieluv @dollfaceirene @babygothprincess @revrealities

[mylovesstuffs]

OT13 reacting to their s/o wearing their hoodie/clothes

aka: when their tiny s/o drowns in their oversized hoodie and smells like them

Request: CELESTE 😭😭😭 how is your writing so perfect :(( i requested the cute kiss reaction and promptly died (still six feet under) it turned out to be exactly the kind of comfort i needed at the time :( so thank you ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ

i have another soft/fluff rq if you’re up for it!! how would ot13 react to their s/o wearing their hoodie/clothes?

as a short girlie representative, i always ADORE these types of imagines, just so soft and cozy in a hoodie that’s way too big but smells like Him, & in your style??? *passes away*

thank you SM for responding to my other rq and for your hard work bringing us WONDERFUL writing (。･ω･｡)ﾉ♡

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A/N: OH MY GOD, FIRST OF ALL—COME BACK FROM THE AFTERLIFE, WE NEED YOU HERE 😭😭💛 I’m so happy the cute kiss reaction gave you the comfort you needed!! Let me revive you with another soft/fluffy scenario!!

The Utterly Weak (Melts On Sight) — Joshua, Hoshi, Dokyeom, Seungkwan

Instant cardiac arrest. Gone. Dead. Seeing you wrapped up in their hoodie like a tiny, cozy dumpling is too much for them.

“You— YOU CAN’T JUST—” hand over heart, wheezing.

Expect a dramatic reaction ("Oh no, my heart! This is the cutest thing I've ever seen—"), followed by them immediately tackling you in a hug because they NEED to squish you.

Loves when you steal their hoodies. Will leave them around on purpose just so you take them.

Bonus: Seungkwan will scream and record you. Dokyeom will spin you around. Hoshi will insist you wear it forever. Joshua will be speechless but so soft.

The Secretly OBSESSED (Tries To Stay Cool, Fails) — Jeonghan, Mingyu, Vernon, Dino

Acts like it’s not a big deal, but inside they're combusting.

Jeonghan: He SMIRKS. “Oh, so you’re stealing my hoodie now?” Secretly loves it so much. Purposely ‘forgets’ to take it back.

Mingyu: Trying so hard not to simp too obviously. Failing. “It looks…really good on you.” (He’s blushing.)

Vernon: Blinks. Stares. Mumbles, "That's cute." And that’s it. But he's so soft inside and will probably take pictures when you're not looking.

Dino: Absolutely dying but doesn’t want to be too obvious. “You’re really cute…” If you act shy, he's gone.

The Possessive & Smug (Will NEVER Let You Go) — Seungcheol, Wonwoo, Woozi

Oh, you stole their hoodie? Good. It’s yours now.

Seungcheol: “That’s my hoodie.” smirks. HE KNOWS EXACTLY WHAT HE’S DOING, SEND HELP.

Wonwoo: Doesn’t say much but the way he softly smiles and tugs you into his arms is just rttrxyrxEtsetsHUBJH. Might just buy you more hoodies because he loves seeing you in them.

Woozi: Acts annoyed but is so flustered. “You’re swimming in it.” But he won’t let you take it off. Will pull the hood up over your face just to hide how soft he is.

The Teasing Menace (Won’t Let You Live) — Jun, Minghao

They are having the time of their lives.

Jun: “Oh wow, you must really like me if you’re stealing my clothes.” Purposely tightens the hoodie strings around your face just to see you get flustered.

Minghao: “That’s my hoodie. What do I get in return?” He wants something in exchange. A kiss. Cuddles. Maybe your soul. Smug but soft.

Will tease you mercilessly but also lowkey obsessed. If you take off the hoodie, they’ll put it back on you because ‘it suits you.’

Extra:

EVERY. SINGLE. ONE. OF THEM. LOVES IT. Even if they act cool about it, they are secretly dying inside.

They will either tease you, melt, or become incredibly possessive. There is no in-between.

Wearing their clothes = automatic death sentence for them.

In conclusion, uou wearing their hoodie = SEVENTEEN ABSOLUTELY LOSING THEIR MINDS.

Which one is your fave reaction?? 👀💛

[rbfclassy]

PU$$Y FAIRY! — NANAMI KENTO

SYNOPSIS...the last thing you expected to happen after having sex with your co worker, nanami, was for him to become obsessed with your pussy

INFO...nanami x fem!reader, p in v, oral (f!receiving), semi public sex (?), nanami is a fiend for you, jerking off, dirty thoughts, missionary, breeding, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

Nanami is usually a very tame and calm man, he knows how to keep his composure and doesn’t lose himself under pressure. That’s how others would describe him and that’s how he would describe himself, but just one feel and taste of your cunt changed everything in an instant. Each time he closes his eyes to sleep all he could envision is your cunt wrapped around him, squeezing him, milking him. Each time you pass by him in the office, he can’t help but remember the taste of you on his tongue, slurping up your juices and drinking them, eating you up like a starved man.

Ever since that night, he can’t stop thinking about you, his hand wrapped around his cock, imagining it was you fucking him, watching the way you cream around his cock. He cums so much each time, the sticky substance making a mess on his chest and hands, wishing he was filling up your hole, breeding your cunt and making you his. He’s never been so hot and bothered before, something about you just drives him crazy. He can’t stand another second of you ignoring him, acting like he didn’t have you screaming his name and clawing at his back while you came over and over again.

“Please, just let me taste her,” he begs. He’s on his knees in front of you, your legs spread as you sit on his desk, your tights ripped open and panties pushed to the side. Just your scent has him spiraling, salivating. Your fingers run through his blonde locks, gently pulling at them as guide his face closer and closer towards what he wants most. “Yes, please,” he mutters. His tongue darts out once he gets close enough, dipping between your wet folds, and now he’s completely lost in his head.

He shoves his face between your thighs, catching you off guard as his tongue dips into your sopping hole. His dick strains against the fabric of his slacks, tip leaking pre cum as he tastes you on his tongue. His eyes flutter shut, tongue swirling against your sensitive clit. He’s so eager, so greedy, pulling you back on his face each time you pull away from the overwhelming pleasure. “Fuck,” he moans, taking second to breathe. “Fuck, baby, you taste so good,” he pants.

He looks at you from his position, in love with the way your mouth hangs open and your moans spill from within. He doesn’t care if it gets messy, you rough up his hair. He’s been waiting weeks to have you at his mercy again. In minutes he has you cumming on his tongue, your thighs squeezing around his head as a string of curses fall from your lips. He pulls away and lands a feverish kiss upon your lips, cutting your moans short while your hands find their way to his belt, undoing it along with his pants.

Next thing you know, your legs are wrapped around his waist, skirt bunched up as he pounds into you. “You feel so fucking good, oh god,” he grunts, looking down at where the two of you meet, a white ring forming at the base of his cock. Your pussy was so warm and wet, so addictive. It was hard to keep himself from folding you in half and fucking you until you couldn’t walk.

Your pussy clenches around him, sucking him back in each time he threatened to pull out. He reaches a hand down, his thumb rubbing your clit in circles. Your eyes roll back, mind foggy with pleasure. “Yes! Yes! I’m so close!” You cry out, sucking in a breath as your brows furrow. He keeps the same pace, knocking into your g-spot over and over until your legs start to shake. “Oh my god!” Your eyes clench shut. You come undone around him, Nanami holding you close to him as he fucks you through your orgasm.

“That’s it baby. Doing such a good fucking job for me,” he whispers in your ear. He feels your walls spasm around his dick, only adding onto his pleasure. He starts thinking back to all those nights he fantasized about cumming inside of you, all those lewd thought of filling you up and breeding you. He feels so dirty thinking about, but at the same time he doesn’t care. He wants nothing more than to see his cum oozing out of you. “Gonna let me cum in this pussy, huh?” His thrusts grow sloppier, teetering on the edge. He couldn’t wait any longer, letting his thoughts get the best of him as he pushes his hips against yours, hot spurts of sticky cum coating your walls.

You gasp at the sensation, caught by surprise but still so turned on. “Oh shit, baby,” he shudders. “Ah—fuck.” He thrusts into you once more before slowly pulling out. You spread your legs for him, feeling his cum leak out of your hole. “This pussy is always so good to me.” He pushes the cum back in with his thumb, making sure not to waste a drop. He grabs your chin, messily kissing you, tongue sliding against yours. Nanami hopes you know this won’t be the last time he’s cumming in you again.