𝐭𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐚, 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐰𝐨, 𝐬𝐡𝐞!¡𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐮𝐬𝐧,

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shots of bella getting ready for the met gala by her boyfriend

The actor is the character, but the character is not the actor just like awareness is human but human is not awareness. Does the actor completely define themselves as the character only? Nope of course not! Playing / acting of that character is only temporary. The actor never defines themself completely as the character or only limits themselves to how their character thinks. Either does awareness limit themselves to only how their forms think. The actor is simply acting, just like how the awareness is simply observing.

You are simply the observer, the watcher, and the observer / watcher, should never define itself completely with its own observations…when observations are only just that..observations.

When you imagine your desire, you immediately and instantly experienced it. Imagining a pillow and seeing a pillow physically is the same exact thing. Why? Because it is both an equally observed experience for awareness. Doesn’t matter if it's “mental” or “physical”. The awareness is still that desire regardless. Simply put imagination on the SAME level as the physical, and define them both the same, instead of labeling one of them being more “real” than the other, because that is not true. Both are at the same level, and the same standard, both are one.

There is no such thing as manifesting in non-dualism. But you can observe / be aware / imagine your desired observation / form throughout the day. And you can stick with that observation often. But that is up to the person. Some people observe/ be aware of their desire, and then think of something else and go on with their day. Why? Because they know their power, and nature, and know they don’t need to hyperfocus on their desires when they are already that desire. It is completely effortless. Stop waiting for the physical to confirm anything when you can confirm it yourself.

You have the ultimate access to be ANYTHING. To be ANY form. To observe ANY observation. If you want to be Spiderman, bam, you are fucking Spiderman. You do not see it? Because you are still giving power to the “physical” over you. Does a little human sense of sight completely decide what you can observe as an awareness? Of course not. You give too much power over one form of you, and therefore you are not able to “see” another form of you. The physical doesn’t determine anything. It doesn’t decide for you what to be aware of and what not to be aware of. You decide that all on your own.

Observing/imagining / being aware is all-natural for you to do. Tools like affirmations can remind you or help you about your observations but you do that all by yourself naturally. These tools can simply guide you but they do not make you do what you already can do. Just know to not put them on a pedestal when you are the pedestal itself. It does not give you power when you are power itself.

"Without consciousness nothing exists - actually nothing at all in this world. Everything, truly everything that makes up our world, everything imaginable has always and exclusively run through a human consciousness up to this point in time.

If there is no consciousness, it cannot be proven that the world and the entire universe exist. If there is no consciousness anywhere, there are no "I"s, no environment, no nature, no sun, no cosmos.

It follows in reverse that consciousness creates everything - everything that exists; everything we feel through our senses; everything we experience; everything we remember."

-Ulrich Warnke

HI LOVE MY BRAIN GOES BRRR RN-

so remember the little drabble you wrote about 'oral fixation' where Bakugou sucked on tiddies

Well

Let's turn it around and say you got a stressful day at work so when you come home and lean against his chest for comfort- he catches you in his arms thinking you want a hug but suddenly you pull his tanktop up and start sucking on his tiddies as well because gawd it calms you so much and they're so soft and warm

Bakugou loves the feeling of your mouth around him and he can feel his pants getting tighter with every suck, lick or nibble you make <\3

-glasses anon

## new match ! -> fixated.

— re: katsuki bakugou.

— a/n: PLEASE okay, i had to write this because i did the reverse a few months ago and it makes me so happy !! i hope you liked this baby, thank you for sending it in <33

— cw: smut, mdni 18+, oral fixation, dry humping, soft baku :(( gn!reader.

— wc: 1.5K

okay but like ?? i can imagine you waddling in after a really long day, like your whole body is sore and your manager completely shattered your confidence and all you need is some comfort so naturally you’re heading straight for bakugou.

as always, he doesn’t question you when you collapse on top of him, clinging to every wave of warmth that radiates from his body. he doesn’t say a word when you force your head under his chin and curl up— he might look away from his phone or book for a second, just to sweep his vermillion eyes over you and check that you’re not physically hurt. but bakugou would never push you unless he knew that he needed to.

it’s only when you toy with the hem of his shirt, debating on tugging it up without asking ,that he gives you his full attention. “what’s the matter?” his voice rumbles through his chest, vibrating underneath you in an oddly calming way...because bakugou’s voice sounds like home, wraps you up and keeps you safe.

“bad day,” you tell him, still thumbing a loose string on his shirt and occasionally brushing the heat of his tummy.

“wanna talk about it?” you’d shake your head, hand crawling further up his shirt just to feel him but it’s not enough to touch his skin or to have his arms wrapped around you. you need more. katsuki cocks his head down at you— there’s something you need but won’t say. he’s always been one for tough love, never backing down when he sees you struggle but he can’t help you without letting you help yourself too. running a large hand down the curve of your spine, he speaks again in gentle tones. “you gotta use your words with me, you want somethin’ don’cha?”

“wanna be close to you…” is all you can manage, turning your face into his chest as craving to hear the thump of his heart becomes too much to withstand. bakugou wouldn’t force anymore out of you from there— he’d already have an inkling of what you needed, pushing you back to sit up and throw off his shirt before helping you to do the same.

skin on skin, is how you felt closest to bakugou. vulnerable to the blood red stare in the form of your lover’s eyes. you feel naked under his gaze even when you already are, you feel cool and goosebumps rise on your arms even though his skin is hot. but when katsuki’s rough hands tilt your chin up so he can reach you for a kiss— you don’t feel scared or unwanted or unloved, because he tells you without words that you’re all that he needs, that you’re more than good enough although the world or whatever bothers you screams that you aren’t.

the voice of bakugou’s love for you has always been louder than anyone else’s, his presence has always been more overwhelming than anything else you’ve ever felt. so you’ve learned over the years to trust him, to believe in what he says.

so with lips locked and bare skin against bare skin, your hands both perched at his collar bones begin to travel over the uneven patches of his body— the ones with battle stories written across flesh in the form of scars, your lips free his and start their own journey too, heading further south until your nose is pressed up against his heart beat.

you’d look up at katsuki, eyes locked and breath ticklish against your skin— as if you’re waiting for permission that he’ll give you anyways. behind his eyes you find reassurance before your mouth slips over his chest and encases one of his nipples. bakugou hisses at first, his chest had always been a sensitive area for him— especially with the scar scrawled between his pectoral muscles in chicken scratch— but whenever you’d asked, he let you suck away on it, watching the stress seep out of your pores and your body physically relax.

you can’t help but cling to bakugou, running your tongue over his perky nipples in slow circles and breathing heavily through your nose— your eyes grow hazy just as the memories of your bad day do. you can’t remember what your manager had said to make you so upset, they’re not even a thought in your mind. instead your mind is filled with bakugou and all the ways in which he overwhelms you. his presence is strong enough to flood a room and fill your heart with ease, he’s always been that way.

he’s always been your rock.

you hum in content, sleepy and pacified as your lover brushes his hands over your head, cooing to you as you suck on his chest and leave tiny bites in your wake. maybe you mark him to prove comfort to yourself, knowing that you’ll be the only person to ever have katsuki bakugou like this. to love and hold him like this.

to see the faint shade of pink rose rise on his cheeks while you drool and slobber over his chest painted with blue and purple blooms.

katsuki bakugou is your garden, your place of peace and solace.

eventually you come up for air, a light shine to your chin from where you’ve sucked too much on his pecs and your spit has seeped from the corners of your mouth— your brain crackles with serotonin, your body warm and soft against bakugou’s. and he smiles at you, vermillion orbs brimming with adoration as he swipes his thumb over your chin. “feelin’ good, darlin?” he coos down to you, head tilted as he looks at you through his pretty lashes.

he’s so pretty and you’re so so lucky. “‘m okay, i jus…” you can’t find the words, your mind too full of him and too tired to find words. your eyes start to water, a whimper laying wet on your bottom lip as you find yourself . “love you,”

“you do?” bakugou asks, although he already knows the answer and you know, he knows from the light brush of his thumb under your soaked starry eyes and the toothy, hooded grin shot your way. “yeah you do. y’know that i love you too, yeah? ain’t nothin’ gonna stop me from doin’ so,”

your tummy rumbles with warmth and affection, body moving on its own accord to press yourself closer to the man above you— as if your body will melt into his if you try hard enough and will fill your need to become one with katsuki bakugou. dazed, brain fuzzy you latch onto his unattended nipple, not missing the way bakugou’s hips jump up and a quiet groan wets his pink lips. teeth and tongue the pink bud, keeping you sane after everything you’ve been through especially when bakugou’s hands slowly drop to your ass to pull your hips through the motion with his.

like this, your bodies feel perfect slotted against one another— the grinding of your hips fluid like waves pushing and pulling against a calm shoreline. you’re made for bakugou and he is the same for you. he’s the moon to your tide, the gravity that keeps you down to earth. your everything, you decide.

you’re his everything too, it’s written amongst the almost brown flecks contrasting against his dark red eyes— especially with the way he looks at you, mirroring your content expression as you write your love in the form of teeth marks and bruises against his scarred chest. when your tongue rolls across his rosey bud, you moan— relaxed and katsuki gasps, pinching you here or there, pushing his ever growing hard on into the sanctum of your soft thighs.

you could cum like this, both of you, but there isn’t a feverishness or need to, only underneath the desire to be close to one another— to cling to the intimacy hanging in the warm air of the night. the affinity you share blooms like rose petals across your skin from the build up of the night— hazy smiles and soft touches are shared until you surface for air and all you can breathe is him.

so when you do eventually both reach your highs from grinding against one another—katsuki’s clothed dick brushing your sex in regular motions, his breath hot against your lips— his chest stings with your fixation for him, bruised purple until your body comes down from its trembles and the stress is eliminated from your bloodstream.

“love you,” you repeat into a kiss with bakugou—clothes soiled, and your chest sticky and lips bruised.

“love you too, never gonna stop loving you,” bakugou smiles, chest and pecs sore from your attention but heart beating strong for you. “no matter what,”

and katsuki? he meant every word, because even if you biting and sucking at his chest would take away from all the pain you felt, would make you soft and at ease in his arms like you were right now, he’d take your fixation over your stress any day... tender chest and all.

something to live for

MOONLIGHT; ariana grande

"The sun is setting and you're right here by my side and the movie is playing but we won't be watching tonight."

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Y/n gushed as she finished setting up the area for their movie night.

"Coming!" Jack yelled grabbing their favorite snacks and making his way over.

He sat down right next to his girlfriend and wrapped an arm around her.

"What movie genre babe?" Y/n said turning hulu on.

"I don't know, maybe a horror movie?" Jack said taking the remote out of y/n's hand.

"You know how I feel about scary stuff." Y/n whined pushing Jacks head softly.

"Well you shouldn't have asked." Jack winked scrolling through the options.

He picked a random horror movie & as expected y/n was feeling quite antsy.

They were only thirty minutes into the movie and Y/n kept hiding in Jack's neck.

"Jack can we please watch something else?" Y/n said into his neck.

"Okay y/n." Jack said exiting out of the movie, scrolling through other genres.

"Thank you." Y/n smiled kissing jacks cheek.

"He's so bossy, he makes me dance tryna sit in the back of his whip and just cancel my plans."

"Fuck me please!" Y/n moaned grinding onto his clothed crotch.

"We can't your gonna be late for your meeting!" Jack said holding onto her hips.

"Fuck a meeting, your my priority right now." Y/n responded kissing down her lover's neck.

"No love you have to go, we can continue this at home." Jack said grabbing her neck and kissing her.

"Fine." Y/n said slowly crawling to the front seat. She giggled when she felt Jack smack her ass.

"He knows just what it does when he's holding me tight and he calls me moonlight too."

"Are you sure you don't want my jacket?" Jack asked holding it up.

"No i'm okay." Y/n said shivering slightly.

Jack shook his head and wrapped his jacket around her.

"You don't have to lie moonlight." Jack said pecking his lover's cheek.

six days

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It’s been 6 days since you’ve seen your boyfriend.

—hurt/comfort. fem! reader x 3rd year katsuki.

♥︎ : 😔 i’m an addict, okay. leave me alone. manga spoilers!!

“You can’t be mad at me for cying.” You pout up at him with wet lashes, “I’ve been missing you.”

“You’re such a brat,” Katsuki decides, finally, after two full minutes of gazing down at you gently paw at him.

“You already knew that,” you counter, voice alluringly soft as you bat your eyes up at him, chin tucked against his chest.

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