“persist in the assumption that your desire is already fulfilled.” — neville goddard
this is it. this is the whole thing. you don’t have to “make” it happen. you don’t have to manipulate circumstances or micromanage the bridge of events. you persist. you occupy the state of the wish fulfilled and you stay there. if you fall out, you go back in. that’s the work.
this isn’t about being obsessive or repeating affirmations 24/7, unless that genuinely helps you stay loyal to the state. persistence means you hold the inner conviction. you already are. you already have. it is already done.
the outer world doesn’t show it yet? doesn’t matter. your only job is to remain faithful to the unseen. “your assumptions, conscious or unconscious, direct all thought and action to their fulfillment.” (neville)
the 3D… it is the echo. the shadow. the printout. so when you let the 3D shake you, you’re reacting to the echo instead of staying with the sound.
don’t underestimate how much mental discipline this takes. not because it’s hard, but because we’ve been trained to believe the outer world is more real than our imagination. “man, thinking from the end, is the cause of the end.” that’s your real power. not wishing. assuming.
assume it’s done. and when your mind wanders? bring it back. when doubts come? remind yourself: this is just a reflection. not the truth. not the final say. you are the operant power. you decide what is real. and the only thing that makes it real is your persistence.
“a change of feeling is a change of destiny.” that means you shift your inner stance and stay there. even if the world hasn’t caught up yet, you stay in the feeling of already being the version of you who has it. that’s the only work.
this is why neville always said imagining creates reality, not imagining and hoping. not imagining and checking. not imagining and wondering why it’s not here yet. imagine it and persist. your assumption hardens into fact through your continued loyalty to it.
don’t confuse persistence with effort. you’re not pushing. you’re dwelling. you’re returning again and again and again and again to the inner knowing: it’s done. i am. i have. this is who i am now.
the people who “get results” are not special. they’re just the ones who stopped giving up halfway. they didn’t treat their imagination like a test. they treated it like truth. they persisted. and the world had no choice but to follow.
Summary: A party night turns unbearable thanks to McLaggen. Luckily, an accident and some pineapple juice transform the evening into the best one ever
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Nobody could deny it, Slughorn had outdone himself this time. What was once a dusty, old classroom now shone like a diamond; every chandelier, curtain, and centerpiece seemed designed solely for that night.
You would have been grateful if they had put the same effort into the invitations they sent out. Most of your friends hadn't been invited, and those who had came down with a horrible cold that made them sneeze bubbles—a strange and sudden illness that didn't even give them time to warn you that you would have to go alone.
Perhaps you would have had better luck if you had also caught the cold, and you wouldn't be standing here with shoes that pinched your feet, a ridiculous dress with irritating seams, and with McLaggen in your ear ranting about the one sport you disliked the most in the world.
“It's just as I'm telling you,” your companion said arrogantly. “Many believe the Seeker is the most important on the team, but they're wrong! It’s actually the Keeper! That’s why I chose that position.”
You nodded in response, thinking that maybe if you didn't answer, he would get bored and go bother someone else. But Cormac seemed more verbose than usual today.
“That’s why I chose not to join the Gryffindor team, they're amateurs,” he explained. “I wouldn't be able to reach my full potential.”
“I thought you failed to catch a quaffle,” you mentioned distractedly.
McLaggen snorted in annoyance. “What are you talking about? It's just as I told you, if I were in Gryffindor, I'd have to lower my abilities to match the team’s level.”
“Drinks?” a voice offered from behind you.
You barely turned to grab a cup of an unknown liquid from one of the trays. In one quick motion, you drank the entire content without breathing, hoping it would help you not to tear your ears off if you had to keep listening to Cormac talk.
“Oh, you must have been very thirsty,” commented the same person who had given you the cup. “If you want, I can bring you another one.”
The familiar voice caught your attention. Neville was standing behind you, holding a silver tray that was now empty. You turned around completely, unable to hide your huge smile, your heart swelling with excitement upon finally noticing him. You saw his cheeks flush slightly at the intensity of your gaze.
“I didn't know you would be here tonight,” you said, still smiling.
“Uh… yeah, you know… I didn't know you would be here either,” he stammered, already a bit nervous. “I'm just here to bring the drinks.”
“Waiter, bring me another drink too,” Cormac stretched out his arm very close to your face to leave his empty cup on the tray. Neville stumbled slightly, trying not to let it fall. Seeing McLaggen’s gesture, other boys were quick to imitate him, filling your friend’s tray almost to the brim. He looked terrified they might fall.
“I'll bring your drinks right away,” he said without taking his eyes off the glasses, which threatened to topple with every trembling step he took. You watched him disappear into the crowd.
“What a weird guy,” Cormac said, his brow furrowed. “Just like all Hufflepuffs.”
You looked at him, not understanding. “Neville isn't in Hufflepuff, he's in Gryffindor, just like us.”
“Oh, right, the one who's always having accidents,” he replied, shrugging it off. “Yeah… It's a hazard that he's in charge of the glass cups! He's going to end up killing someone.”
You took a deep breath, trying to control the violent impulse starting to spread through you. Yes, Neville could be clumsy and prone to accidents, but Cormac was nobody to talk about him like that.
“Oh, come on,” he complained upon seeing the change in your expression. “Don't tell me he’s your friend?”
You didn't respond, just gave him a cold look, hoping he would understand that he needed to shut his mouth. But of course, that was nearly impossible.
“The one who lost his eyebrows from making a cauldron explode? Don't make me laugh.”
Just then, Neville arrived at your side with his tray, this time reloaded with drinks that seemed to be tilted dangerously. Extremely focused, he took one of the cups, which seemed to have a different drink than the others, and offered it to you.
“I know you like this one better,” he said in a low voice. “They weren’t serving it tonight, but I thought… you know.”
“Thanks, Nev,” you couldn't help but smile as you tasted the pineapple juice. It was as if your chest hadn't been bubbling with rage just a few seconds ago. Every time you spoke with him, it was as if the world around you disappeared.
“Oh, I was dying of thirst!” Cormac exclaimed.
With a rough movement, he took one of the cups, and with feigned clumsiness, he blatantly pushed the entire tray toward Neville. The sticky, cold liquid completely soaked your friend's robes and the floor around him, and the glasses that had miraculously survived shattered against the stone floor.
Neville stumbled back in surprise, slipping on the liquid and falling to the floor, flushed and soaked. The loud noise caused the entire hall to fall silent, watching the scene with obvious disapproval.
“It was obvious.”
“Who was the genius who gave Longbottom the cups?”
“How clumsy.”
You heard these comments from the crowd of students who watched everything with curiosity. McLaggen covered his mouth with his cup, hiding his stupid laughter. You were about to lunge at him, but seeing Neville on the floor, you chose instead to help him up, being careful not to slip yourself.
“There’s nothing that can't be fixed!” exclaimed Slughorn, making his way through the crowd, and with a skillful flick of his wand, he made the cups reappear on the table, repaired, and the floor sparkle clean. Everyone celebrated the action, but your companion was still completely soaked.
“I… I'm sorry… It wasn't my intention,” he tried to excuse himself.
“Don’t worry, lad. That's all for today,” the professor interrupted. He patted his arm in an attempt to comfort him, but upon feeling that it was sticky, he quickly pulled his hand away. “Now go take a shower.”
Neville just nodded silently. You looked for his gaze, but he quickly lowered his head and rushed out of the hall.
“Do you still like him?” McLaggen muttered mockingly. You clenched your fist, ready to punch him, but held back. You would probably be punished immediately, and your priority right now was elsewhere. In the morning, you could deal with the jerk.
You quickly walked after Neville, shouting his name, but he seemed to ignore you as he continued on his way. Annoyed that you couldn't run, you took off your uncomfortable, stupid shoes to chase after him.
You had only taken three steps when something sharp jabbed forcefully into the sole of your foot.
“OW!” you yelled, unable to hold it in. Neville stopped dead in his tracks to look at you. Hopping on your good foot, you took a couple of clumsy jumps until you leaned against the wall.
It seemed that a tiny piece of glass had gotten stuck on Neville's suit, falling onto the hallway floor, and you were the lucky one to step on it, barefoot.
“Are you okay? Does it hurt a lot?” he asked worriedly, rushing to your side.
“A little,” you lied, trying to hold back tears.
Neville knelt down in front of you without hesitation. You couldn't make out the color of his cheeks in the dark hallway, but you imagined they were just as flushed as yours. He carefully took your foot, moving your dress out of the way to get a better look.
“I can't see the glass,” he murmured, frowning.
“But I can still feel it,” you complained.
“We have to go to the infirmary,” he sighed. “I can't carry you, I'm soaked… Do you think if I crouch down, you could get on my back?”
“What?” you asked, surprised. The night seemed to be turning around.
“Yeah, you're right… It's a silly idea,” he scoffed. “I'd better go get a professor.”
“No, no, no, no, wait,” you managed to grab his robe. “It's not silly at all,” you smiled at him. For a moment, you forgot about the glass embedded in your skin. “But if we fall down the stairs, I don't want you to blame me.”
He turned his back and crouched down slightly. With a small jump, you managed to climb onto his back.
“You can rest easy,” he said, straightening up. “You're not a cup, I'm not going to drop you.”
“The cups weren't your fault, it was that jerk McLaggen,” you interrupted.
“Yeah, but I ruined it, I was distracted.”
“You didn’t ruin anything, the cups were repaired, and no one was hurt.”
“You’re hurt.”
“Yeah, so what? Now I’m getting a ride on your back at Hogwarts. The night is only getting better.”
Neville let out a nervous laugh, making his back vibrate slightly. He was about to say something, but at the last second, he closed his mouth again.
“What were you going to say?” you insisted.
“I imagined it would be better if you had gone with McLaggen… you know… you looked very entertained.”
“Are you kidding me?” you asked, annoyed. “If I had stayed there for five more minutes, they would have been carrying me away too, but to Azkaban! For murder!”
You heard him laugh again. You wrapped your arms around his neck, careful not to choke him. He adjusted his hands on your legs before starting the climb up the stairs.
“How did you know I liked pineapple juice?” you asked curiously.
“You always have it for breakfast,” he said casually. “You're the only one; everyone else prefers pumpkin juice. They practically make it just for you.”
“So… how did you get it for tonight?”
Neville fell silent. For a moment, you thought you had pushed him too hard, but finally, with a sigh, he answered, “I had to go down to the kitchens to have them make it for you… And then bring it to the hall.”
“Does that mean you went down seven flights of stairs just to get my drink?” you asked, surprised.
“…And then came back up. Yeah.”
“You’re so sweet, Nev.”
“It was nothing,” he brushed it off. “It's just juice.”
“Pineapple juice,” you corrected him. “And now you're carrying me up the stairs to the infirmary. You are my Prince Charming, Neville.”
The words came out of your mouth before you could process them. You felt him squeeze your legs a little, nervously. For a moment, you thought your face would catch fire from embarrassment, then you realized you were at the door of the infirmary. Neville helped you down from his back, careful not to let you put weight on your injured foot.
“The cups were my fault,” he confessed. “Cormac pushed the tray, but I was so distracted… I was watching you so intently, that dress looks perfect on you.” His confession left you completely speechless; your heart skipped a beat with excitement. The night just kept getting better. “I know you probably don't feel the same way, but I just had to say…”
You didn't let him finish before crashing your lips against his. Neville didn't react, completely frozen. You carefully took his face in your hands. “I couldn't imagine a better night,” you said, close to his lips.
This time, he took the initiative, bringing your lips together. It was a clumsy, rushed kiss, but it made you completely forget about his sticky suit, the stabbing pain in your foot, and the idiot McLaggen.
When you separated, still breathless, Neville looked down and murmured something you could barely hear, “Sorry… I never… I'm sorry.”
“Don't worry,” you hurried to say. “I'll teach you.” And you wrapped your arms around his neck. With a little more confidence, Neville placed his hands on your waist, pulling you closer and increasing the intensity.
Just then, the infirmary door burst open, causing you both to jump apart in surprise. Madame Pomfrey looked at you with a raised eyebrow and gestured with her head for you to come in.
“I don't have all night, young lady.”
“Oh, yes… yes, of course,” you murmured, still feeling dizzy, and you entered with small hops. Neville was about to follow you when the nurse's voice cut him off.
“Not you, Longbottom,” she declared. “Yours can be solved with a shower. Go to your room.”
You saw him hesitate. He gave you a look before leaving under Madame Pomfrey's watchful eye. You couldn't hide the huge smile tattooed on your face.
“Now, girl, tell me how you did that,” Pomfrey began in a formal tone.
Another super fun redraw🥰✏️ I love this guy so much, and he’s such a great character! The thing I love most is his character arc, where he really becomes his own person, and follows his passions. I like to imagine he went out and became an accomplished Herbologist, researching many kinds of unknown species of plants, and writing books about them, then returned to Hogwarts to teach later, when he grew tired of the travelling. And all those students at Hogwarts would ask him questions about his travels, and his adventures with Harry Potter, and “Is it true you killed You Know Who’s snake with a sword??” to which he would look them dead in the eyes and say; “that son of a bitch had it coming.” Imagine the looks on their 11-year-old faces to see the teacher who sings lullabies to the plants curse Voldemort in dead seriousness. Brilliant, just brilliant⭐️
So, yeah, give it up for Neville 👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
Old version, which I still love. He’s such a cute lil’ bean🥰
(SMUT? party setting? fingering? oral? p in v? private room? semi-drunk sex? established friendship with neville? neville's first time?)
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There's a party in the Gryffindor common room after winning a quidditch game. There are classmates from every house here and the party is good so far. Everyone is drinking, getting along despite slytherin losing, and the music is loud.
"Merlin's beard look at draco." Hermione says giggling. Your group turn around and sees Draco Malfoy- Yes, the Draco Malfoy dancing all lose with two different girls and for the hell for tonight, a guy?
"Oh he's getting it tonight look at him." Ron said chuckling.
"From the guy?" You say laughing knowing the Draco Malfoy would never do anything like that to tarnish the very old strict rules his father gave him.
"Absolutely the guy!" Ron said loudly causing everyone to laugh.
"Who else do you think is getting shagged tonight?" Harry said.
"Oh i have a clue.." Ron said cheekily bumping Hermione's arm.
"Oh fuck off Ron." She laughs blushing.
"Maybe Neville." Ron said looking at him.
"W-who me?.." The shy boy next to you says. He hasn't drank at all. He's had half a beer, he's been carrying the same one for hours already it was all warm and nasty by now.
On the other hand, the girl on his left, Luna Lovegood was about four down, that's all she needed to be even more looney.
"Oh of course Neville, you're so handsome. Surely someone will." She said leaning onto his shoulder. Despite Neville's crush on her, she never had the same feelings. She might've not been able to have any romantic or sexual feelings. Tonight she even admitted she had never looked at anyone that way.
"Willing to give urself up to Neville Luna?" Harry said laughing. It seemed like Harry was the only one comfortable enough to even make a sexual joke about Luna.
"Oh i could never be that tipsy.. sorry Neville no offense.." She said looking at him putting a hand on his chest.
"n-none taken.." He said embarrassed that not even somebody as undesirable as Luna wouldn't even sleep with him.
Her sudden confidence tonight caused everyone to laugh.
"Don't worry you really are handsome." Hermione admitted trying to comfort the shy embarrassed boy infront of him.
"You've grown into your look mate, it will happen soon." Ron said smiling.
Neville didn't say anything, he didn't mind talking about sex but when it was about him, he was very embarrassed he was still a virgin. Although he never stated he was, everyone sadly assumed so.
"Are you really a virgin Neville?" You say being slightly surprised if he said yes.
"..yeah- let's not talk about that-" Neville was caught off by you.
"Oh i would totally sleep with you." You said giggling.
You watched at Neville sit stiff and his face turn red. You've had many guy and girl both ask you out, a lot actually. You were fairly attractive and nearly everyone thought you were very beautiful.
Everyone else laughed and your face dropped.
"Nah i'm dead serious." You looked around admitting watching everyone else slowly die down their laughter.
"Neville, do you want to lose your virginity tonight?" You turn to him grabbing his hand. You looked into his eyes asking sincerely.
His cake still red he looked at you mouth agape not able to say anything.
Luna lifts her head off his shoulder, "He said yes, i heard him whisper it." She smiled cheekily.
You stand up and lift Neville up with you. He had put on some muscle weight so it took a good amount of your strength to pull him up. He follows you as you pull him into his dorm hearing your friends cheer and laughing loudly.
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You pull him into his own dorm and lock the door placing both yours and his beers down on his desk covered in papers and books for studying. You pull off his jacket and place it on his chair. You take off your black heels and pull down your really short tight fitting dress as you felt it ride up your body once you got up. You say in Neville's bed and he sits down right next to you. You've and Neville are really close, so this wasn't out of the ordinary.
"How drunk are you y/n.." he said sincerely as you closed your eyes while laying in his pillow.
"I'm not drunk at all." You say completely lying. Neville laughs at you. "Sure love." He smiled and furrowed his eyebrows.
It was silent for a second. Before he breaks the silence. "Were being honest?" He says looking at the ground fiddling with his fingers. "About what?" You say opening your eyes looking at him cluelessly.
"Like yk.. about the thing you said when you took me away.." He was shy and stuttering. To be honest you can barely hear him over the music.
"What did i say?" You ask, laying back down in his pillow trying not the smile. "About s-shagging..?" He blushed and eyes were still looked to the ground.
You smiled and giggled, "I know, i just wanted to hear you say it." You open yours eyes at see Neville look slightly frustrated looking down.
You grab his arm, "Yes of course i'm serious about that. Why would i even say that in the first place?" You say thing to make him feel a little better. "Because you're drunk." He says stern. "Oh whatever im not drunk." You say laying down once again. "So wanna shag?" You say grabbing his leg lightly." That caused him to look down at you and blush.
"It's completely inappropriate and irresponsible if we did. One, we are friends, and Two, you are drunk- you arnt in the right mindset and you're just saying that-" He was cut off by you laughing. "You think i'm joking?" You giggle and furrowed your eyebrows. "I've been waiting to shag you for a while now." You admitted. You've been friends for years so this caused him to blush. A girl willing to shag him that he felt safe with was in his bed. Actually, had been in his bed. For years you've had little sleepovers laying in the same bed.
"Y/n, are you srs..?" He ask. When he looks back up from the ground he's faced with you on your knees in his bed, slowly lifting your dress from the bottom. His eyes widened and face turns red. He can't look away as much as he wants too. You tease him as you lift your dress to rest on your hips. He looks at the lacy black panties you wore just in case. There was a cute little bow in-front causing him to open his mouth.
You can tell he wants to look away but he really can't. You lean into him and grab his hands. You place his hands on your hips. "Do you want to touch me..?" You ask. He looks at you in the eye unable to say anything. All he did was whine with his eyebrows furrowed and nod. "Holy shit you look pathetic." You chuckle as you accidentally say. Your hand flys to your mouth and you open your eyes, you really didn't mean to say something to rude because you know how sensitive Neville is. "i am pathetic.." He says causing you to shiver. Woah, that is something you thought you would never hear him say.. "You like that..?" You say smirking. He whines once more and nods again. He start moving around. You look down and see why he's shifting to much. You look at the budge in his pants.
You lay down in his bed opening your legs as you move his hands towards your thighs. He starts squeezing them and can't look away from the bottom part of you. "Take them off." You say, "I know you've been wanting too" You actually had no clue, you made that up on the spot but he responded. "I have.. i'm sorry." He moves his hands to the sides of your panties and looks down at you. "Of course you have, you fucking needy loser." You chuckle. He whines at the words once again and pulls them down slowly.
Once they're off, he through them on the floor and grabs your hips. He's in a trance looking you at you spread open infront of him. "W-what do i do." He chucked nervously. You didn't want to make him feel too bad so you guide his fingers to your clit. He dosnt move at first but when he does, it's not that good. "Stay in that area for a bit." You say slightly frustrated. He listens and does so. You whimper under him to make him feel more comfortable and it works. He gets more confident. His fingers ran down and found your entrance. "Can i try this?" He looks up at you and you see his big brown eyes glistening in the single lamp near his bed. You whine and twitch at the sight of him being so beautiful. "yes please, go ahead." You respond as he slowly puts a finger in. He move it in and out slowly unknowingly teasing you perfectly before he slides another finger in.
He slowly moves in and out and you catch a glimpse of his arms in the barely lit room. He had quite the muscle now and it was so hot. He moves his thumb to your clit and ask, "is this okay?" You can tell he was still very nervous. "mm' neville that's perfect.." you twitch underneath him squirming silently begging him to move. He catches on and starts moving his fingers and thumb while his eyes focused back down. "You're doing so good Neville.." You whimper out. He's so gentle, slow, and deep at this point it's actually a tease. He blushes and the compliment messed up the rhythm he had going.
He reached down and touched the bulge that's fighting to stay in his pants. He starts rubbing it, "merlin this is unbearable." He whines as he touches himself through his pants. You stop him from touching you by grabbing his arm and tapping it. "Are you okay?" He ask with the hand that was just in you now on your waist.
"Let's switch, you want this more then i do, i can tell." Neville's eyes light up at your words and he quickly sat down next to you. You turn around and give him a strip tease knowing how hard he is right now. You ask him to held unzip your very tight dress but making sure he does it as slow as possible. You arch and have your ass practically on his dick as you move around to tease him more. He whined and make the cutest little noises that were making you worked up right about now. When he's done you take off the dress very slow. It showed your naked body, besides your bra, but you had already have your hands on the clasps getting ready to take it off. He watched your chest as your boobs fell down from the push up bra. His mouth was open now having his hands in his pants.
You lean down into his crotch and unzip his pants with your teeth causing him to thrust up a few times. You pull his boxers and pants off in one motion. His dick swings up already leaking badly. The tip looks swollen and red. Neville leans forward and blushes trying to hide himself from being so exposed. He laughed at himself for being so nervous. "Are you okay love? We don't have to do this if you don't want." You rub his knee reinsuring Neville. "No i do, i really really do, i'm just nervouse." You chuckle at him as you pick up his dick from his stomach. It was a little bigger then average and thicker then most. "Holy shit you were packing this whole time?" You chuckle as you start stroking him. "I don't know what that means- oh merlin.." He moans into the open as you lick from the bottom of his cock to the tip sucking the pre cum off the tip. You leave his dick with a pop and he breaths out. "Holy shit." He says moaning and twitching in your hands as you jerk him off.
"Are you enjoying this?" You say jerking him off again looking into his eyes through your lashes. "Oh fuck.. yes i am.." He whines moving his hips around. You chuckle and take a deep breath before taking him all the way down your throat gagging on his length. This caused Neville to yelp and put a hand behind your head holding your hair. "Gah- wait don't move!" He says slightly panicked. You do as he says an dosnt move you watch him catch his breath after you took pretty much all of him in one motion. "Okay.. i'm ready continue." You chuckle causing him to thrust up slightly after feeling the vibration run down his cock. You bop your head up and down as he pulls your hair and it feels so good. Hearing him whine underneath you feels amazing. "fuck- i think im close a-already." He says then chuckles embarrassingly. You continue to suck him off as he whines and talks to distract himself from finishing so quick. "h-hey you know i've.. thought about this- before.. a lot." He confessed causing you to suck a bit harder making him groan and thrust up again. You can feel him attempt to hold his own waist down to not hurt you. "oh merlin.. merlin's beard- ah.." He whimpers "im a-almost there-" He announced as he soon came into your mouth. You swallow it all and pop your mouth off the tip.
He's panting with his hand still holding your head as you tease his over sensitive tip by licking it slightly. He groans and you lay next to him and hold him as he catches his breath. You pull the blanket up so he's not so exposed and he put his face in your boobs. He whines and grunts for a bit as you rub his head. His arm wraps around your waist and he goes quiet only breathing heavy. "Are you okay?" You ask quietly.
"mhm.. thank you." He whines out. "We're not done." You laugh. He looks up at you tired but with a light in his eyes. "thank merlin.." he smiles weakly. You guys lay there until he's ready.
After a while he gets up and pulls you over him. compared to him you are very light so it wasn't hard. You sit on his stomach as he starts playing with your boobs. "Am i allowed to do this?" He ask quietly still. "Yes, you're allowed to grab me in anyway you want." He smiles with his hooded eyes and sits up to suck on them. "Can i leave a mark in between them?" He ask so politely. Merlin Neville is so cute underneath you. "Go ahead and try." You say giving him permissions After three minutes he had successfully gave you a very faint hickey that will honestly be gone in 30 minutes but he was so proud of himself. He licks your nipple and his warm wet tongue caused you to groan. You feel his dick start to grow on your back so you jerk him off the best you can while reaching behind you. He groans on your tit making you feel amazing and you grind on his faint abs on his stomach.
He kissing you as you guys start making out. He was so oddly good at it. Neville pulls away from your mouth and rest his head on your shoulders. "Can i please put it in now?.." He was so straight forward it made your stomach flip.
You sit in your knees and line his dick up with your entrance. He whimpers as you tease the tip from the warmness coming from inside of you. One your lines up perfectly you ask one last time. "Are you sure you want this to be your first time, i'm kinda drunk and don't want you to feel bad.." You look down at him as he struggled to breath.
"fuck- just slide it in already please." He grabs your hips and tries his best to not thrust into you. You go down slowly and he groans and whines. "f-fuck.. mm." He squeaks making you smile softly. You watch as tears form in his eyes and he softly pants "it feels so g-good.." over and over again. He whines so softly as you fully take him. You wait for him yo get comfortable. He still has a strong grip on your hips as he slightly moves around. You feel his cock twitch inside of you. "Are you ready Nev?" "yes please fuck me already.." He was red and sweaty just by your sitting on his dick.
"You're so needy." You chuckle as you slowly outlined his jaw. You move up and down slowly. He moans out your name as his nails dig deeper and deeper into your hips. You move slightly faster causing him to yelp. "mm faster p-please.." His constant begging caused you to accidentally tighten around him. He accidentally thrust into you but you don't say anything so he does it ever sk often. The bed creeks the faster you go. You grip the bed sheets near his head and lean forward so your laying on his chest. You put your head by his ear and whine, "merlin's beard neville you're so b-big.." You have felt him grow somehow even longer while he was in you. He was already balls deep into you but that clearly wasn't enough.
Neville grabs your ass and moved you a bit faster as you lose your pace. He somehow learned quick because it turned into him fucking you real good. Sliding his dick in and out of you as he holds your ass. Either he is just really good at sex or he watched a lot of porn. He thrust somehow deeper every time when you thought you've reached your limit.
He starts getting sloppy and he says his little warning. "Fuck, you're so tight it feels so g-good.. I think i'm going to cum-" Your interrupted him by moaning loudly as you tried not to. The noises you started making helped him reach his goal. He goes as deep as he can, he bit your shoulders leaving you all red. He cums inside of your letting his white cream cover your insides. Soon after you felt a tightening in your stomach and soon you finish too.
You sit still as you both pant. "I-i'm going to get off now okay?" "Yeah go ahead." You move off of him slowly as he whines at the sensitivity he still feels. You through yourself down next to him as you both breath heavy. "are you okay nev..?" You ask. He turns to look at you and smiles. He leans in and kisses you softly. "thank you so much y/n" He seemed to happy and tired. You get closer to him and lean on his chest. You play with his hair as you both start drifting off to sleep. "good boy neville.." You say to make him feel better about himself. He hugs you tightly and when you get a peek at him he's red. "d-don't say that." Neville said. He sounded all nervouse and embarrassed. You guys fell asleep next to eachother that night.
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BONUS:
The next morning was quiet.. compared to the party last night it was so odd. You quickly leave Neville's bed and jump into the shower. Being as fast as you can, you manage to finish and come back while he's still asleep. You through on some of Neville's clothes and you sit back down. You pet Neville's head as he slowly wakes up. His face going pink when he sees you. "Goodmorning Nev." You gave him a small and warm smile. You lean down to kiss his forehead and encourage him to shower. You wait for him in his bed to get out and he too finishes quickly. At first it was silent, but not uncomfortable silence.
"Did you enjoy last night?" You asked him giving him a smirk. He throughs himself onto you and hugs you. He kissed your neck and cheek thanking you. You push him off slowly so he'd just hugging you. "I'm happy you enjoyed yourself, sorry if it made you uncomfortable that i was drunk, but i still wanted to do that, i meant it." You ensure him. You guys lay back down together and look into each others eyes. Neville's big brown eyes are so full of life. "C-can i be your b-boyfriend.." Nevill stutters and ask quietly, but in the already quite room, you were able to hear him perfectly. "Yes Neville, i would move to date you!" You answer back.
you have heard coaches tell you to ignore the 3D time and time again but you just can’t seem to be able to ignore the fact that the money isn’t in your bank account yet or that your physical appearance isn’t changing? we’ve all been there. let me help you!
be confident about your decision! say your affirmations with conviction. convince yourself that your visualization is real. if you affirm for ten minutes and then ask why is it not here yet i still see my circumstances well guess what? you’re just reaffirming that your circumstances exist.
literally pretend they’re not there. but if you choose to acknowledge them, think about it this way. why would they even bother you when you know you’re getting everything you want? the whole situation will turn out in your favor anyway so why would you bother worrying about 3D circumstances when you know how the ending will be. its like knowing a secret everyone else doesn’t know.
you don’t have to make yourself feel crazy or feel delusional like you’re lying to yourself, but if you know that you staying consistent with thinking as if and ignoring your circumstances will make them disappear then why wouldn’t you just do that? be patient and stay discipled, if you don’t have it you’re not done. keep thinking as if.
i know that sometimes we are faced with circumstances that we cannot ignore like having to pay a bill. i think what we often get mixed up when we hear the phrase “ignore the 3D” is that we think we have to ignore all circumstances and responsibilities in real life. NO! what you are affirming in your head, does not have to match what you are physically doing in real life. if you want to manifest being a millionaire, going out and shopping like one when you’re earning minimum wage and have bills to pay will get you in debt! do whatever you need to do in the 3D and while doing it, just affirm against it in your head. why would you quit your job to live as if you’re a millionaire when you’re still depending on that job for income in your 3D? that will just stress you out even more because you’re now depending on your manifestation to survive.
not to say you cannot manifest while depending on the manifestation, but there’s no need to put yourself in that position willingly. thinking as if and your actions in the 3D don’t have to match. it doesn’t matter what you’re doing in the 3D anyways since it’ll change in just a second right? so don’t mind what is happening out there and live in the 4D.
circumstances can disappear in a second, just like they appeared. and don’t even worry about the how. there’s infinite ways things can work out the way you want them to, you cannot even fathom all the possibilities. your job is to persist in your desired state, and the 3D must prove you right. it has no choice. unless you waver. so stay consistent and be stubborn until you get exactly what you want.
"Neville? Neville, sweetheart, what are you afraid of?"
He leaned back into the chair, legs wide. His hands slid down his thighs and he tossed his head back as he groaned,"I want to be good for you"
You straddle his waist and roll your hips against him creating a delicious friction.
"You are good for me." You whisper as you card your fingers through his hair. You grab a fistful of the hair on the back of his head and use it to tilt his face back to you.
"You are such a good boy, Neville." You purr resting your forehead against his.
His eyes narrow in on you. His hips bucked against you at your words and you smirked.
Neville wrapped his arms around your waist and pulls you flush against him.
"Say it again" he sounded utterly gutted.
You lazily run your fingers through his hair again.
"You want to hear what a good boy you are?" You roll your hips against his. His tongue flicks out across his lips and he nods eagerly.
"You want me to tell you you're a good boy?"
Nevilles head is hanging off the back of the chair now, his eyes closed in pure bliss.
"Look at me." You demand and his head snaps up, eyes on you.
"You are such a good boy, Neville. " His hips bucked again and he... he whimpers.
His voice high, keening for you.
You smile wider and you try to stop your hands from shaking as you undo the buttons of his shirt.
"Such a good boy, Neville. Look at you." You get the last button undone and rest your hands on his bare chest for the first time. His skin is on fire.
His hands shoot up and grasp your wrists. Eyes wide and pupils blown wide. He looks completely debauched and scared.
"Let me take care of you my perfect boy." You coo, "my big. Strong. Man." You emphasize each word as you rest your hands under his shirt and slowly push the fabric away.
"I'm so lucky to have you all to myself." You murmur against his neck as you take your time tasting his skin.
He let out a soft whine and you want to give him everything.
You climb off his lap and he huffs in disappointment. You pull him up and begin undoing his belt.
"Look at you doing such a good job."
He steps out of his bottoms and you toss them aside.
You kiss him, letting his cock brush against the soft skin of your belly. Then you drop to your knees.
He makes a choking gasp.
His cock, thick and long, stands at attention for you. You suck in a breath which makes his cock throb.
His cheeks were flaming red. He couldn't take his eyes off of you.
"Is this all for me?" You purr and gently wrap one hand around his shaft. You hold his eyes as you wrap your lips around the tip.
One swirl of your tongue had his knees buckling. You guide him back to the chair and release him so he can sit back down.
"There you go, baby, just like that." You take him again in your hand and mouth.
You slowly ease into a steady rhythm and he is a moaning mess beneath you.
"Uh. Mhhm. Mphemmm." The sounds pour from his mouth while you suck. Your tongue flicking and rolling over more sensitive spots. When his balls start drawing up sharply you slow down and pull off.
Using your hand you lazily stroke his cock.
"Awe. Is my good boy about to cum?" You bat your eyelashes at him as his head lolls back to face you. Beads of sweat have gathered on his forehead and his chest is rising and falling quickly as he tries to catch his breath.
"That's it Neville. Let me see you fall apart on my tongue."
You take him as deep as you can as you keep sucking. His knuckles are white as he grips onto the sides of the chair. His eyes glued to yours as he gasps and bucks.
The sounds coming from him are sinful. You will hear these moans and whimpers forever. Letting this moment replay in your mind again and again and again. Watching him break down completely at your touch.
You pull off one last time making Neville cry out in frustration.
"Cum for me, Neville? Cum for me my good boy. I want to drink you down."
You don't let him respond as you take his cock again.
He is so vocal and his body sings for you. You know right before it happens and you greedily take his cock deep in your throat.
"Fuck y/n yes yes yesss" he whined one hand gripping the back of your head holding you down on his length.
