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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.

squirting with Miguel ????????

if the question is "can miguel make you squirt?" the answer is yes.

if it's "does miguel try to make you squirt every time you're alone?" the answer is also yes, and that's why you're constantly passing out after your escapades.

short blurb (18+):

the first time it happened was one of the few times he was taking things slow. his thick cock nudged incessantly against your g-spot. he was angled in such a way that any movement would make you whine.

he loves watching himself disappear inside of you, how your slick pussy stretches to its limits just to take him. you writhe as he continues his slow pace, barely shifting his hips to take you to the edge.

regardless of the minimal movement, you could feel something building within you.

it's a pressure in your lower stomach, a tingle that almost makes you think you're going to piss yourself, but it feels so good, you can't stop it. you're literally dripping for him now, coating his cock in viscous lust until it spills onto the mattress below you.

"w-wait miguel," your hand presses against his firm chest, unsure if you want to continue on this path. "something is d-different..."

he can feel it to.

you're fluttering around him, sucking his cock in deeper yet pushing him away. your body can't seem to make its mind up, it's overwhelmed.

"let go, honey, i'm right here."

you're shaking. your back is violently arched as you cry out his name. your eyes roll and your muscles tense as the intense wave of ecstasy moves through you. it genuinely feels like an explosion, a feeling of total release, an escape.

miguel groans when he follows right behind you, pulsing and stuttering as he finishes inside of you. it takes you a moment to catch your breath before you can reopen your eyes.

"look, mi vida, you made a mess of me." he looks at you with a small grin, proud of his work that drips down his chest.

"miguel..." you're mortified. did you just pee on your boyfriend?

he pulls you closer, "god, that was so hot, baby."

"really?"

"yeah, let's do it again."

MR.STEALYOURGIRL

synopsis; satoru gojo takes his role as your work husband seriously

cw ; unprotected , p in v, pussy eating, cheating, probably spelling errors, minors dni!!!

“no phones we aint even gotta talk”

being satoru's work-wife while you have a whole husband at home was a blessing and a curse. you knew what you were getting yourself into and the consequences that would follow but what doesn't help, is when he forgets his place. all the times he almost got you caught up without a care in the world if your husband found out how he fucks you like an animal in heat during your lunch breaks, business dinners, when you stay after hours to make 'deadlines’. he wants you all to himself and you don't miss the dark look in his eyes every time you tell him to back off when its time for you to go home to your husband.

he doesn’t deserve you, he doesn’t know how to please you the way satoru does, hell he doesnt even eat pussy…he doesn’t take the time to buy you flowers or even pretend he’s interested in the things you like anymore. you were emotionally checked out and couldn’t find the so called love you had for your husband anymore and it didn’t take much for you to call satoru over the second your husband left for his work trip overseas.

“fuck your so pretty,” he groaned in your ear softly nibbling on your helix as he rubbed his thumb over your right nipple through your thin nightgown and grinding his clothed erection on your sopping cunt.

“toru’ need you so bad.” you mewled at the way he rolled his hips into you. eagerly grazing your manicured nails over his abs.

“gotta prep you first sweetheart.” he moved to the edge of the bed and pulled you down by your ankles to meet him. strong arms pushing your thighs apart as he littered kisses on your hard clit earning soft moans from you.

he glanced up at you, cerulean eyes glazed over with lust. “look at you already falling apart for me, sweetheart. it’s like your body knows who it belongs to.” pressing a french kiss to your mound, making your breath hitch.

“toru…” you whimpered , hips involuntarily bucking against his face.

“patience, baby. gotta take my time with you. can’t have you thinking he ever had a chance.”

the mention of your husband sending a wave of anxiety through your stomach; but it dissipated the moment satoru’s tongue slipped into your entrance, curling and flicking in ways that had your toes curling.

your head fell back against the comforter under you, fingers threaded in his white locks as he devoured you like a starved man. he didnt let up, sucking and licking until your thighs trembled around his head, the obscene wet sounds filling the room.

“fuck, toru- gonna-“ you start but was cut off by the waves of pleasure that surged through your body, leaving you breathless and arching off the bed.

he pulled back just enough to watch you , his chin glistening with your juices as he wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, “thats my girl. so fucking perfect for me.”

without missing a beat, he stood up, unbuckling his belt. his cock strained against his boxers, the outline making your mouth water.

“lemme remind you why you don’t need anyone but me.” he murmured, leaning down to press a sear kiss to your lips, letting you taste yourself on him.

pulling his boxers down to free himself , your breath hitched at the sight of him—thick, long, and already leaking for you. he gripped the base, teasing the tip along your still-sensitive folds, spreading your slick over his length with a low groan.

“look at you, sweetheart. always so ready for me,” he muttered, his voice rough and dripping with desire. he leaned down, capturing your lips in another deep kiss as he slowly pushed into you, stretching you inch by inch until he bottomed out.

a choked moan escaped your throat, your fingers digging into his biceps as he held still for a moment, savoring the way your walls clenched around him. “fuck, you feel so good… better than i remembered,” he hissed, pulling back slightly before thrusting back in, making you cry out.

just as the rhythm of his hips picked up, your phone buzzed on the nightstand. the sound made your eyes snap open, heart pounding as you reached for it, but satoru caught your wrist, pinning it above your head.

“leave it,” he growled, his lips brushing against your ear as he thrust into you harder, making the bed creak beneath you.

“i-i can’t,” you stammered, your voice breathy and trembling. “it’s… my husband.”

his movements stilled for a moment, a dark grin spreading across his face as he glanced at the glowing screen. “perfect timing. answer it.”

“what?” you whispered, panic and arousal swirling in your chest.

“you heard me,” he said, leaning down to nip at your collarbone. “answer it. let’s see how good you are at pretending.”

the phone buzzed again, the vibrations seeming louder in the tense silence. with a shaky hand, you grabbed it, swiping to answer and bringing it to your ear. “h-hello?” you managed, your voice uneven.

“hey, beautiful ,” your husband’s voice came through the line, warm and unsuspecting. “just wanted to check in on you. how’s everything at home?”

satoru smirked, shifting his hips to thrust into you slowly, dragging along your walls in a way that made it nearly impossible to hold back a moan. your free hand flew to his shoulder, nails digging in as you bit your lip hard enough to draw blood.

“it’s… fine,” you lied, your voice strained as you tried to keep it steady. “everything’s fine. h-how’s your trip?”

“it’s good,” your husband replied, oblivious to the way satoru was rocking into you now, his thrusts deep and deliberate. “just busy, you know how it is. i miss you, though.”

your breath hitched as satoru leaned down, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. “tell him you miss him too,” he whispered, his voice laced with dark amusement.

“i… i miss you too,” you choked out, your eyes squeezing shut as you fought to keep your composure.

satoru chuckled softly, his pace quickening as he angled his hips to hit that spot that made you see stars. you bit down on your knuckle, desperate to muffle the sounds threatening to escape.

“i’ll be home in a few days,” your husband continued, his tone cheerful. “we should plan a date night or something, just the two of us.”

“y-yeah,” you stammered, your voice trembling as your body tensed beneath satoru’s relentless thrusts. “that… sounds s-so good.”

satoru’s hand slipped between your bodies, his fingers finding your clit and rubbing tight circles that sent shockwaves through your body. your legs trembled as you struggled to hold back the orgasm building deep in your core.

“well, i won’t keep you,” your husband said. “just wanted to hear your voice. i love you.”

satoru’s grin widened as he mouthed the words, say it back.

“i… i love you too,” you whispered, the lie tasting bitter on your tongue as satoru thrust into you one last time, sending you over the edge.

you barely managed to hang up before the phone slipped from your hand, your body shaking with the force of your release. satoru didn’t stop, riding out your orgasm with a smug look on his face.

“good girl,” he purred, leaning down to kiss you softly. “you did so well.”

the phone lay forgotten on the nightstand as he flipped you over onto your stomach, pressing his chest to your back. “now, let’s see how long it takes for you to forget all about him.”

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boss katsuki in his agency ordering people around and overseeing work. always wears a black t-shirt with his name printed in his breast (his merch), chunky black boots that make him an extra inch taller and his black cargos as his uniform while everyone else is in office attire. lots of pointing and snapping demands and reading through documents and looking at graphs on screen. all the interns and his workers are a little terrified of him, they try to say the just right amount to get a decent response before pottering off to continue.

and you seeing this all, entering a room from the back and he hasn’t noticed you yet. he’s frowning, like usual as him and two other people check a map and he literally towers over them. biceps thick and tight in his t-shirt with his tattoos sneaking down his arm. you can see the tattoo of your birth flower on the back of his forearm at this angle and the ownership makes you smile a little.

though your boyfriend always has a second sense when it comes to you. after thirty seconds his head jolts up and looks right at you. you don’t know how he does it, the room is packed and busy in the dark minus desk laps and the screen all around. you know if you told him he’d mutter something like, “it’s ‘cause we’re fuckin’ soulmates baby.” and perhaps that might be true.

he stomps over to you, never liking you being around his work because of all the violence and graphic details. you can barely handle when you know he’s in the hospital for a check up let alone knowing what he’s about to fight. he tries not to show much pda at work, he doesn’t want his team to see him so loved up and getting babied by you when they equally need to respect him. he does kiss you though as a hello, then puts his hand on your jaw to look at you properly, “have you not been sleepin’?”

you slap his hand off you, “are you saying i look like shit?”

he huffs a laugh, always amused by how quick you are to jump at him, “no, i’m sayin’ you look tired. y’can have a nap in my office if you want. i’ll wake you when it’s time for lunch.” you just look at him for a few seconds, his eyes flicking over you for any issues, always flooded with care. then his hand slips from your face to your hand to play with your fingers. “and for the record, i never think you look like shit. y’know i always think you’re beautiful, baby.”

you’re lost in him like always, wanting him to wrap his arms around you in a cuddle when someone walks over. it’s the guy who takes care of the finance side or something, you don’t really know. “dynamight! i’ve rounded the numbers and—,”

everyone loves you around the agency. not speaking to many people but always smiling and nodding a polite hello. you’re also so pretty most people do stop to get a quick glance and often wondering, how the fuck did dynamight get her?

“o-oh yn! didn’t see you there, h-hi,” he stumbles, and he’s cute. a little young and small, definitely nothing compared to katsuki. he holds his clipboard to his chest, completely forgotten about the prohero he needed to talk to and nervous around you. honestly he should still be nervous of bakugou.

“the fuck are you doin’?,” bakugou looks him up and down incredulously and the man suddenly remembers him, “i’m clearly busy.”

the man’s eyes drift from you to bakugou and his face flushes in embarrassment, “oh yes, yes sir. sorry.”

when he scatters off, bakugou turns back to you with a clenched jaw though you giggle, lightly slapping his chest.

“you’re so mean.”

“why’s he lookin’ at you like that? i’m fuckin’ talkin’ to you and he’s interruptin’.” he grunts, fingers tightening around yours.

“be a little nicer to them, they’re working hard baby,” you smile, reaching up to kiss his cheek, “i’m gonna have a nap in your office though. get me when you want a break.”

what you both fail to notice is how everyone in the room, all thirty people who dynamight is supposed to be tending to and looking over aren’t doing any work at all in this moment. sure, their hands are flicking through random papers to look busy but really they’re staring at you both. the fluttering touches bakugou leaves at your waist and how he delicately (who uses this word to describe the hero?) plays with your fingers. how there’s so much being said with your eyes; how the black of his pupils expand when they stare at you and how your eyes squint when you smile at him.

“wanna go with you now. they’re all fuckin’ useless here,” he sighs, not even bothering to lower his tone around said people.

you tilt your head, taking in his grumpy furrowed eyebrows and tight black top across his chest, “one hour and come get me.”

bakugou firmly nods, licking his bottom lip, “fine. love you.”

you hum, reluctantly letting go of his hand, “love you too. be nice.”

“no.”

。゜゜(´Ｏ`) ゜゜。

art by: w0320h

ききふく; kikifuku

warning; minors dni, f!oral, food, fingering

you would most definitely be satoru’s nara smith. knowing his love for sweets you would take time to prep things overnight, take mental notes of the times he wanted sweets in middle of the night and waking up extra early to make them for him. as annoying as he was sometimes, you loved your man and you loved to show it in little ways.

spending your day off attempting to make one of his favorites, kikifuku. flour dusting your apron and fingers as you kneeded the delicate rice dough. or when you were meal prepping his food for the week you would surprise him with a new sweet treat each week. - for my handsome sugar monster <3

“pssst. wake up toruuuu!” you poked his cheeks as you straddled him, littering kisses on his bare chest.

his pretty lashes fluttered as his cerulean eyes adjusted to the light around him. his nose catching a whiff of the breakfast you made for him, a lazy smile painting his face.

“mmm, what smells so good?” his voice raspy with sleep, a lazy hand cupping your waist.

“your favorite, but you can have it in bed if you want.” you said pointing to the plate you made for him on the nightstand.

he stretched under you, his toned body flexing in the sheets, before reluctantly pushing himself up on the headboard. “you spoil me, you know that?” he murmured as his fingers lazily traced the lace of your panties.

“somebody has to do it,” you teased as you extended your arm to grab the plate but he stopped you, “not yet,” he mumbled, those pretty eyes playfully stalking your figure.

you tilt your head and raise a brow at him , “not yet? toru, your breakfast is gonna get cold—“

“let me enjoy you first,” he interrupted , his grin turning mischievous as his hand on your waist tightened slightly, pulling you closer. “i mean, you went through all this trouble just to wake me up like this. it’d be rude if i didn’t say thank you properly.”

you huffed, pretending to be annoyed, but the way his hands roamed your waist and his lips grazed the edge of your jaw made your resolve crumble.

“ughhhhhh your so irritating,” you muttered, though your voice was already softer

“you don’t believe that ,” he teased, his grin widening as he leaned in, capturing your lips in a slow, lingering kiss. the plate of breakfast long forgotten and his focus was solely on you. his hands sliding under his shirt that you were wearing, fingertips grazing your nipples with his cold hands making you shiver.

“i spent all morning making that, you know,” you moaned between kisses, though you made no move to stop him.

“and i’ll eat it… later,” he promised, his voice low, lips brushing against the sensitive spot below your ear. “right now, i need dessert first.”

in one swift movement he had you on your back, plush thighs between his face as his thumb drew lazy circles against your clit through your damp panties.

you squirmed under him, already sensitive from the way his lips and tongue trailed over your body, but the glint in his eyes made your stomach flip.

“stop squirmin,” he muttered against your skin, his breath hot as it fanned over your inner thigh. “lemme eat this pretty pussy.”

your hands gripped the sheets as his lips pressed teasing kisses along the sensitive skin, inching closer but deliberately avoiding where you needed him most.

“toruu i hate when you tease,” you groaned, throwing an arm over your face, trying to hide how needy you were.

“be patient sweetheart ,” he teased, his voice muffled as his lips pressed against the damp fabric of your panties.

his fingers hooked the lace, sliding it down and tossing it aside without a second thought. he paused for a moment, taking in the sight of your dripping cunt he knew all too well. tongue gliding over his bottom lip seeing your cute mound stare back at him.

“god, you’re perfect,” he muttered, and the heat in his voice made your toes curl.

before you could respond, his mouth was on you, his tongue moving with slow, deliberate strokes against your clit that made your back arch.

“toru!” your voice came out in a breathless moan, your fingers threading through his hair as he buried himself deeper.

his hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as his tongue worked you over, the occasional bump of his nose making you jolt.

“you taste better than anything I’ve ever had,” he murmured between strokes, his voice low as it send vibrations through your core.

the coil in your stomach tightened with every flick of his tongue, and when he slid his finger into you, the loud moan that tore through your throat was music to his ears.

“toru—”

“that’s my name don’t wear it out.” he groaned, as he added another finger, stretching you in ways that made you see stars.

your body trembled and the buildup was too much to handle. and when he latched onto that sensitive bundle of nerves, sucking gently, you came undone with a cry of his name.

he didn’t stop, tongue lapping at your sweet nectar until your body was twitching from overstimulation and your breaths came in short, desperate pants.

“breakfast can wait,” he said crawling up to kiss you, his lips glistening with the evidence of his work. “you’re all I need right now.”