Neptilius

anon im not country or from the south but i’ll try 😭

𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐒𝐊𝐈𝐏: [EASIEST] 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃

BENEFITS : --- manifest even faster, improve your mindset and self concept and most importantly, helps you to get used to the feeling of the desire being already done.

EXPLAINATION : All of these are could be found way too much referenced in The Law Of Assumption.

If you want to be like 'that' then you must THINK like 'that'.

If you want to become a supermodel then think like you're the greatest, high paid, famous, irreplaceable supermodel; THINK AS A PERFECT SUPERMODEL, THINK LIKE A PERFECT SUPERMODEL.

If you want a new phone, then FEEL that you already have a new phone. Stop wishing to have a new one because you already have it there. You can't just see it because you refuse to believe it. Tell me, if you already have something, would you still wish to have it? NO, right? exactly.

If you wanna live in a mansion, FEEL AND THINK that you're already living there. Know that you always sleep in a fancy room and wake up in the same fancy room every time. Visualize that.

If you like that guy, ALWAYS FEEL AND THINK or should I say ASSUME that you're already dating him but only in your mind because remember, "to change the outside, begin on the inside." KNOW that you sleep as his gf and that you have a lots of thing to do tomorrow. JUST GET IN THAT STATE OF THE WISH FULFILLED. As the wish is already fulfilled, it means that you are his gf and so, feel it and think in the way as your supposed to think once you two are dating.

You must ENTER the mindset of your specific manifestation/situation/self or anything else + have a super strong belief to it until you can see it.

Can u pls upload ur Jack work again they were so good😭😭

aww y’all miss them? one of these days i’ll do a repost

pre-dating gojo—him not giving up on her once his eyes are set on her. commenting on most of her pictures, following her on all her socials, having her and megumi pinned on his imessage , sending her flowers and little trinkets, him being the definition of “i see it, i like it, i want it, i got it.” wc; around 800

being a new teacher at jujutsu tech was overwhelming enough without the world’s most insistent sorcerer making you his personal project. from the moment you stepped foot onto the campus, satoru gojo had his sights set on you, and he wasn’t subtle about it. not even a little.

it started small at first, just lingering glances that made you wonder if you had something on your face. then came the compliments, always with that playful grin of his.

“looking sharp today,” he’d say casually, leaning against your classroom door. “you sure you’re not trying to impress someone?”

“just trying to look professional, gojo,” you’d reply, your tone firm even though his attention made your stomach flip.

but satoru gojo wasn’t one to give up when something, or someone, caught his interest.

within days, you noticed him popping up in your social media notifications. he’d followed you on everything, from instagram to twitter, even a random account you barely used. every post you made earned a comment, ranging from witty remarks to downright flirty observations.

“you really have an eye for photography,” he’d write under a scenic picture, only to follow it up with, “but the view isn’t as good as you.”

you weren’t sure if you wanted to scream or laugh, but the attention didn’t stop there.

flowers began appearing on your desk, beautiful arrangements with little notes scrawled in his messy handwriting. chocolates followed, and once, even your favorite coffee order appeared like magic during a particularly grueling morning. you tried asking who was leaving them, but every time, his students would either look away awkwardly or mutter something vague.

megumi, however, had no patience for it. “it’s obviously gojo-sensei,” he said flatly one afternoon when you found yet another bouquet. “he’s been insufferable lately.”

“fushiguro!” nobara scolded, but the slight eye roll she gave made it clear she agreed.

satoru’s antics didn’t stop there. he began finding excuses to help you with your students, offering “expert training tips” that often turned into elaborate demonstrations meant more to impress you than anyone else.

“see that?” he’d say after a particularly flashy display of cursed technique, turning to you with a cocky grin. “bet you can’t teach them that.”

“because it’s not practical,” you’d retort, ignoring the heat rising in your cheeks.

dont get me started on the memes chile... once you finally relented and gave him your number, your phone became a constant source of laughter; random memes, ridiculous videos, and occasionally, surprisingly thoughtful messages about your day.

“saw this and thought of you,” one text read, attached to a picture of a female cat on top of a male cat nuzzling noses.

it was impossible not to crack a smile, even if you tried to keep your responses measured.

but the cherry on top of gojo’s relentless pursuit? he’d even roped his students into it.

“you should just say yes already,” nobara said bluntly one day, crossing her arms as you prepared for a joint training session. “he’s annoying, but he’s also kind of great when you get past the… everything.”

megumi groaned. “don’t encourage her. he’s unbearable enough as it is.”

“he’s determined,” nobara corrected, smirking. “there’s a difference.”

you shook your head, trying to ignore how warm their words made you feel. it was hard to admit, even to yourself, that satoru’s persistence was starting to grow on you.

he was annoying, yes. overthetop? absolutely. but beneath the theatrics, there was a sincerity to his actions that you couldn’t ignore. he studied you, not in a creepy way. but in a way that made it clear he genuinely wanted to understand you.

the small things he did like— remembering your favorite snacks, asking about your hobbies, or noticing when you seemed stressed. spoke volumes about the kind of person he was beneath the surface.

one afternoon, after yet another “accidental” run in, you finally confronted him.

“what do you even want, gojo?” you asked, crossing your arms as you faced him in the courtyard.

he didn’t even flinch at your tone. instead, he smiled, that confident, playful grin softening ever so slightly.

“you,” he said simply, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

your breath hitched, and for once, you didn’t have a quick retort. maybe, just maybe, gojo’s persistence wasn’t as annoying as you thought.

I’ve been staring at him for so long that I feel pregnant

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nails clawing into the deep red sofa trying to get away from the large cock that fucked through your walls harshly. chants of his name could be heard, crowd waiting for their favorite performer to come out and serenade them, but unluckily for them - geto was in like with the cunt he was currently fucking to just stop. “getogetogeto just l-like uh! that bunny” he mumble chanting his name alongside with them, bucking his hips roughly making you clench, tightening around him. bitting his lips his hands pulled even tighter on the long braids that were in your head slapping your ass, and grunting loudly over your whines. “b-break! breakkkk” you cried feeling your pussy clench down without stopping a beat. you dug your teeth into the fabric of the couch, mascara tears and damp eyelash sticking together while your eyes rolled over, body convulsing as the overstimulation took over your body. “thata girl” he whispered pulling his dick out and jerking himself off over you. his long dark hair glued to his face, and smudged mascara adding on perfectly to his look. pulling the leather pants back up, heeled boots clacked against the floor, while he made his way to the loud crowd that screamed as soon as he came into view.