Latest Posts by neptilius - Page 6
miguel keeps so many nsfw pics of you in his phone.
one where he’s taking you from behind and you’re looking over your shoulder with a lazy smile
one where you have your tongue laying flat against the tip of his cock and you’re looking straight into the camera
one where you’re laying on your back, bare breasts as you give your best naught smile to the camera and doe eyes that makes him go crazy
one where you have your tongue out, his cum dripping all over it as you grin widely and looking up to the lenses
one where has his large hand cupping your bare tit under the soft material of your tank top (and another where he’s playing with your nipples)
one where he takes a close up picture of your pussy spread open, filled with him cum
one where you both go sunbathing at the beach and he’s laying on the plump of your ass cheek
one where he pulls his cock out of your pussy halfway and sent it to your ex boyfriend because he can’t fucking stop texting you as he added with the caption that says ‘she’s fucking busy’
one where his face is buried deep into your pussy, hands gripping around your thighs. eyebrows furrowed, eyes red as a devil as he looks into the camera
one where it’s a night in, a movie is playing in the background as he settles his face in between your breasts while you read your book
one where you’re naked, just in your panties, on your stomach and rolling yourself a blunt
one where you just got both of your nipples pierced and he took the picture right after
and lastly, one where he fucked you on your wedding night, just in your white matching lingerie set, panties to the side, garters still attached around your thighs and a veil still perched on top of the crown of your head.
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details here ;)))
holup— ima need a moment with my thoughts 🥵🥵 miguel sending reader’s ex a photo mid-sex is so petty and so him!! he would follow up with a video of himself giving you back shots (he’ll hide your face because he’s a gentlemen (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)), flip the camera around to show his face with a smirk and say “lose her number” because he’s a cocky ass mf
MAAAN you’re onto something anon, cuz a waterfall just breaks down in between my legs🤤🤤
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“hmm, you like that huh, baby?”
his lips pulls into a lazy smirk, heavy panting as he pounds you from behind. both of his hands gripping onto your hips, talons digging slightly into the skin giving you the perfect pain of pleasure,
“yes papi—fuck yes” you mewl, mouth slightly wide open as you release another moan that makes his cock twitch. “i love how deep you get inside me”
he exhales a dark chuckle as he pounds faster, “sé que te gusta. dirty, dirty fucking girl.” then he leans slightly to whisper on your ear. “only for me, hm?”
you nod, biting down onto your lower lip as you’re running out of things to say. your brain tends to fogged when you have his cock deep inside your cunt, but you wouldn’t have it any other way,
as he about to fist your hair up, he hears a ‘ding’ coming from your phone. his brows furrowed curiously, because who the fuck is hitting up your phone at this hour? couldn’t be someone from work,
“who’s that?” he asks breathlessly as he watches you pull your head back before grabbing your phone and check,
“aw fuck”
“what?” he asks again, hearing you groan. “who is it?”
“remember Jonathan?” you ask as you look over your shoulder at him
oh man, he does not need to be told twice.
his expression then slowly formed into anger and annoyance, grunting in disgust as he snatches your phone,
“i’ll teach him a fucking lesson” he says through gritted teeth, hips snapping back into yours as he continues to thrust even faster,
miguel unlocks your phone, pressing the camera before he starts to take a video of your backside. the sound of your dirty moans are filling the room as he plunges deeper, his other hand coming to give your ass a smack.
the word ‘papi’ and ‘miguel’ keeps falling off your lips like a prayer, and it just feeds his ego even more. because he knows that Jonathan will watch this video and learns that you don’t belong to that sorry excuse of a man anymore.
no. you belong to him.
“tell me, baby” he adjusts the camera to the back of your head, making sure that your face isn’t in it. “who’s pussy is this?”
“yours” you say without any hesitation, knuckles turning white from gripping the sheets far too hard. “and no one else’s”
“good girl” he then flips the camera to show his face. his expression is dead serious, eyes locked into the screen as if he’s staring Jonathan in person. and for the icing on a cake, his fangs make a tiny bit appearance just to creep him off.
“lose her number, tú hijo de puta. or i’ll kill you” with that he sends it to your ex, throwing your phone to the side. “now he fucking knows to not text you anymore ”
hearing that makes you flush as you giggle. miguel’s hand slowly glide down against you back and pressing you onto the mattress so he can lay his body down completely on top. “my woman” he whispers lowly into your ear,
“hm, maybe next time if he does it again, you should take a picture of me sucking your cock, right papi?” you suggest with a sly smirk,
he groans at that, his hand coming up to choke you as the other supporting his weight beside your torso.
“ay, that’s why you’re my everything, mami”
FREE USE WITH MIGUEL? LIKE ANYWHERE ANYTIME?
a/n: YES NONNIE, ANY--FUCKING--TIME. AND HERES ONE OF THOSE TIMES :^) idk if this is free-use or feral!reader or both. anyway, just enjoy it lol. like every time, this got away from me
special thanks to mona (@whatthefishh) for letting me scream this shit to her over discord + for helping me figure out exactly what 'free use' is lol
cw: smut (18+), free use kink, small very small bit of somnophilia (CAN'T ESCAPE IT), non-explicit oral (m-receiving), afab!reader, mentions of ovulation (+ period) horniness, fingering, cockwarming, fucking w/ multiple orgasms, the same Spanish pet name used over and over, reader is basically a bothersome cat, writer is so all over the place it's confusing.
wc: 2.4k (this was supposed to be a quick thot but wtvr)
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miguel is a gracious boyfriend, he practically lives to please you. so when you approach him in the middle of the day with nothing but his shirt draped over your figure, he has a hard time rejecting your advances.
sure, he tries, but every time he gives you what he wants.
you're spoiled, really.
miguel works at home as much as possible. he hates having to leave you before the sun rises, walking away from a perfectly cozy bed and wet cunt (😳).
miguel convinces himself that Spider HQ can survive a day or two without him on site. he has several capable Spiders that do most of the heavy lifting for him and LYLA isn't afraid to take charge, sitting her holographic ass in the boss' chair.
he can set up mission plans and keep track of everything from his laptop, and he's always on call if he is needed for anything. the only issue is that working remotely doesn't work when he can't get anything done.
he's trying to go over notes from a meeting that was held earlier this morning.
he was supposed to be there, but you physically wouldn't let him out of bed. he swears you're a Spider yourself with the strength you have when you're especially needy and sleepy.
he smelled it when he woke up in the middle of the night to you mouthing over his boxers, that decadent sweetness that indicates you're ovulating.
you were desperate to get a taste of him, to fill that unbearable emptiness inside of you, whimpering with relief when you finally feel his fingers bury themselves in your hair to push your further against his bulge.
he learned early in your relationship that your insatiable appetite for him increases tenfold during your window of fertility (don't even mention your period). and so does your need for sleep. so he caters to your needs accordingly.
you passed out after convincing him to fuck the heat out of you, to snuff out the fire until your neediness recedes. apparently, the only time you aren't horny is when you're sleeping (though that isn't true... you wake up horny all the time??).
you've been sleeping soundly ever since, utterly exhausted by his thorough support, but he knows that once you wake up, you'll be crying for him again.
he crawled back into bed with you after telling LYLA to take over for the day, but after a few hours of almost suffocating because of the way you curl up on his chest like a cat, he got up to get some coffee and finish some computer work.
as soon as his warmth left you, you fussed. eyes still closed as you whined and moaned for his body. he shushed you, gently smoothing down your bedhead until you settled.
it didn't last for long.
you padded out of bed with bleary eyes, clearly looking for him when you walked into the living room. he offered you a quick "morning, cariño." before focusing back on his computer. he had to limit as much contact with you as possible if he wanted to finish his work.
just a few more pages and a couple of emails, and then he can give you all the attention you need.
his shirt brushes against your thigh like a summer dress as you make your way through the room.
he looked adorable with his loose white long sleeve on and black dad-glasses. his hair is still curly and fluffed, telling you he wasn't planning on leaving you anytime soon.
you shuffle over to the couch, sitting next to him with a sigh.
he doesn't react.
somehow, the minimal recognition that you're there, his adamant refusal to look at you, turns you on as much as it irritates you.
he's really trying his best to be a good boss, hm? trying to resist a temptation that's barely a foot away from him.
it makes you feel dirty and deprived. you blatantly rub your legs together, urging him to look. your gaze washes over his sharp jawline watching as it clenches at your soft coos.
"...baby."
"'m working, amor." his voice is still soft, despite the efforts he's taking to ignore you.
you huff.
"but--"
"not right now."
you scoot closer to him, strategically allowing the hem of his shirt to ride up on your thighs. so he's really going to make you do it...
you tug at his sleeve, taking his arm away from his work (though it doesn't look like he was working on much at all, he's been sitting on that exact page for 5 minutes now).
"not right now, mi vida..." he protests lightly, but he doesn't move away. he's not even trying, you think.
you smirk at his empty words. you can see the way he's looking at you: your messy hair, bare legs, the shadow of his shirt hiding away your most sensitive spot. his breathing grows heavier and so does his stare.
"i have work--" miguel is always so soft and sweet to you, melting in your hand though he has all the power to stop it.
"please, miguel? just one, for me?" his lips part as you place his hand against your bare thigh, slowly dragging it upwards until it meets your center.
he doesn't take his hand away, doesn't even pull back a single inch, instead, he instantly complies, cupping his warm hand over its entirety. he chokes out a low groan. you're not wearing anything underneath.
"ok, i guess if it's only once..." he whispers, already breathy. he's leaning over you, almost on top of you, forcing your legs to spread impossibly wide.
he watches as his finger rubs against your slick center, spreading your wetness until you're glistening for him under the late morning light. he pushes in slowly, so slowly, eyes flicking up to your face to witness the small o your mouth makes as he presses in deeper.
his mouth waters as he fingers you, he wishes he had enough time to go down on you, and taste your slick straight from the source. he knows how much you love it when he fucks you with his tongue and suckles on your clit. but no, he has work to do. he needs to get you off so he can finally focus.
"this what you needed, cariño?" it's all but growled into your space, his voice low and taunting. all you can do is nod with bleary eyes as your hands grip onto his thick bicep for support.
he adds another finger and thrusts them into you quicker, angling them just so his palm can gently nudge at your clit. he can feel you tightening around him already, fluttering with each pass that he makes against your g spot. he presses harder, drinking in your choked gasp and shaking thighs.
you're so wet, spilling over his fingers and dripping against his hand. the noises between you are deafening. a mixture of sopping thrusts, heavy breathing, and quiet mewls fill the still silence of the living room.
he's so good at this, too good at this.
how can he make you fall apart with just his hands, caress every sensitive nerve with a single stroke?
you're at the cusp of euphoria. your body, filled to the brim with pleasure, urges you to let go, to take what you want. but you don't want to. you want to stay at the edge forever with his hands on you, to be at the center of his affections, always just one breath away from transcendence.
you're not ready for him to stop touching you anytime soon, you realize. you still need it and after you'll need it again. you need him.
his glasses start sliding as he looks down at you, dropping until they're barely at the tip of his nose. he's focused, eyes locked on how he fills you again and again.
his fingers speed up, expertly aiming against that special spot inside of you. your hips rise from the couch, needing him as deep as possible. then it all falls apart.
you cry out, back arching and eyes rolling. your body is barely touching the couch under you and it feels like you're being lifted up by unknown forces as you reach your climax. white fills your vision and heat thrums through your limbs. you can't hide your one orgasm from him, it's too intense.
before you could recover, he slips his fingers out of you.
"alright, honey, we're done." he casually sucks your essence off of his fingers before propping his glasses back to the arch of his nose.
"ok, ok, i get it. you're busy." you pant, still pulsing from your high. and...he's already back to work. he wasn't kidding when he said he had stuff to do. "i'll just...be sitting here."
so you watch him get back to work, or you try to. the incessant scrolling, typing, reading, and muttering thoughts that accompany his work is usually enough to put you to sleep. it's an unusual lullaby that's attached to him. one that brings you the comfort of knowing he's near.
but he's hard.
he seems so relaxed, so content to work, but his erection presses so desperately against his sweats, outlined perfectly by the grey fabric.
so how could you not touch him? he clearly needs your help... and if he doesn't, then you need it.
you want to be good, you do, but when he types so effortlessly like that with the fingers that were just stuffed in your cunt, or when he looks over his dad-glasses to look at something like a hot fucking nerd, you can't help it.
it's been, what, 12 minutes? that's enough work for the day in your opinion.
you start slow, hesitantly, watching to make sure he's not looking at you (though he can clearly see you from his peripheral vision). you stand up on the couch right next to him. you're a bit unstable on the squishy cushions so you use his shoulder for support.
he looks over at you, confused as to why you decided to walk all over the furniture like a toddler.
you carefully maneuver over his arms to settle yourself on his lap. you're a koala around him, holding your torso to his, looping your arms around his neck and sharing your shimmering lustful body heat. he grunts when you scoot even closer to him, your bare pussy pressing entirely against his covered cock.
but he ignores it.
he doesn't say anything, barely even moves, and just continues to work. you pout a bit, but let him. you convince yourself that you're content with just sitting here and enjoying his company (despite the large distraction that pulses against your pussy, pressing so sweetly under your needy clit).
you listen to his steady heartbeat and slow breaths, the occasional sound of tapping keys. you nuzzle against the soft shirt that stretches over his chest. you're fine.
it's not like you're leaking all over his sweatpants, leaving a puddle at the apex of the fabric. you're not crying on the inside, so empty and fluttering around nothing. you're fine.
until you arent.
you lazily lift your hips above his, nearly head-butting his chin in the process. his arms lift to help you get settled, hands resting on your waist, as patient as ever.
you reach below you and he stiffens. he wasn't expecting you to--
your hand buries itself under his sweats, delicate fingers brushing over his erection. he breathes out your name when you squeeze him teasingly before pulling him out.
"what did i say?" he grunts, hand swiftly wrapping around your wrist. the words are lost on your ears as you caress the silky steel in your fist. it pulses at your touch. he needs this.
he says your name once more.
"you're working."
"then why are you trying to fuck me?!"
"i'm only going to sit on it." you give him an innocent look. you slowly lower yourself so your dripping center meets his before sliding your glistening lips over his hardness. "won't move or say a thing, promise!"
"cariño..."
"just wanna warm you, baby." you position him right against your entrance. "is that so wrong?" you lower yourself before he can say anything else.
you take him easily with how wet you are, and he fills you perfectly. he sucks in a breath at the feeling then growls out, "don't move."
well, you do move (is anyone surprised). you move a lot. but he moves too. harsher and more competitive. who the hell fucks competitively?
you moan over him, bouncing on his cock eagerly. his hands hold your waist, guiding your movements just how he likes it: fast and hard. his laptop, somewhere on the other side of the couch, is forgotten and probably long dead by now. so much for working at home.
you've cum at least four times already, but who's keeping count (you're not. you're so fucked out, you have to manually breathe now.)
he won't let up anymore. you asked for it and you're getting it.
"do i gotta fuck you to sleep, hm? is that the only way you'll leave me the fuck alone and let me work?"
you only admit now that you're eyes were definitely bigger than your stomach. you're practically drooling as he takes control once again, snapping his hips from under you, harsh and punishing. as if this is a punishment.
he has to carry you back to bed that afternoon. he couldn't just leave you on the couch, naked and shivering. plus you'd be a distraction with your bruised hips and fucked out cunt.
you murmur adorably in your sleep as your body unconsciously nuzzles further into his arms. he places you lovingly on the bed and you immediately curl up. he sighs, brushing your hair out of your face because he knows how much you hate it when it gets in your eyes or tickles at your nose during the night.
you look so cozy and comfortable. but so alone in this huge bed.
he debates laying down with you, only until you're in a deeper sleep.
maybe just a few minutes?
LYLA had a few choice words when he woke up in the morning....
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."
I'm obsessed with drawing him omg
do you mind me asking what your username was before?
fentytink / tayanese
Can you please write one shot with miguel who has his first time with reader and reader is a virgin??
Btw I really like your writing style!! <33
i’ve got butterflies.
first time
contents : 18+ smut virgin!reader; virgin!miguel; soft dom!miguel; pussy licking; kinda unedited; first time
your lips are molded to miguel’s. his hand slipped around your neck, drawing you closer, as his other drags down to the hem of your shirt, but that’s when you pull away, breathing hard as you look to the side, almost self consciously.
miguel’s brows furrow, grabbing your chin and bringing your head back to face him. “something wrong?” his tone is breathy from the amount of kisses you’ve given him. so now he’s wondering on your hesitation at his hand.
a hand that has begun to brush back and forth along your shirt, as you caught his gaze, looking bashful. his lips move close again, along with his body, tightening his hold on your shirt as he places open-mouthed kisses along your neck. “y/n?” he tries again against your skin.
“i just…” you drift off biting your lip. “i haven’t…”
miguel’s kisses have stopped and you’re scared you blew it. maybe he wouldn’t like you as a virgin? you meet his gaze as he draws back, eyeing you, opening and closing his mouth. “…haven’t?” he slowly asks.
you lick your lips. “at all.”
miguel breathed heavier and you don’t seem to catch the desperation in his eyes at the revelation, until his body is pushing you back, you being forced to lay on the bed, as miguel caged you in. “nothing at all?” he asks, a small grin forming. because he was ecstatic to hear no one else has gotten this chance.
how stupid people can be to not snatch you up. and now you were his. all his. now he was grinning as he captured your lips almost feverishly. “that’s so sweet…querida.” because now you’d be each others firsts.
“sweet?” your brows furrow, only making miguel smile against your lips.
“i’ll be your first….you’ll be mine…it’s sweet of you…not letting someone else have it.” his tongue is exploring your mouth as he presses his body atop of yours, your eyes fluttering closed. “yeah…so sweet of you…” his hand has moved between you two, unbuttoning your jeans with easy fingers, making your breathing hitch. his ears picked up on the sounds, showing him your tells.
“it’s alright, mi amor…I’ll be gentle…” he’s still breathless, from a mix of the excitement, as he places kisses down your body until he reached between your legs, widening them for him. you feel dazed as you stare at miguel, who’s now biting the edge of your pants, bringing the zipper down with his teeth as he holds your thighs.
“miguel—“
“shh…just stay like that…doing so good letting me touch you down here…” his hand lightly grazes over your jean-clad pussy. he raises your hips, removing your pants and panties rather quickly, his breath now right up close to your dripping pussy.
“look how pretty she is f’me…and it’s all f’me…” his tongue darts out in a long lick, tasting your arousal. your hips twitch at the foreign feeling, your head resting back.
but miguel’s hand slides up your body to pull your chin back as he continues to lap at your cunt. “you gotta see if i’m doing well…does it feel good, querida?…” then his finger is teasing your hole, as he hums, before sinking it in making you choke a small whimper.
“that’s it…doing so good f’me…my good girl…” his gaze is caught up in your clenching pussy as he slowly inserts a second finger. “i-it hurts.” you gulp out.
miguel looks at you, keeping his fingers inside you. “it’s okay…” then his eyes slightly glaze over. “means you’re gonna be so tight…hug my cock so well.”
“s-shit, miguel.” he had begun thrusting his fingers inside you, finding that pleasurable spot that made you squirm. then you felt him spit directly dribble down pussy. “just gotta make sure you’re ready…cause if my fingers hurt, cariño…” he drifts off, flicking your clit with his thumb experimentally.
and he wasn’t wrong to assume, because when he brought out his cock your eyes widened. and when he drew the head through your wetness you stuttered out “i-it won’t fit.”
“yeah it will, y/n, don’t worry…it’ll fit…” he groans as he brushes over your entrance. then he was pushing in, making you nearly cry out. “miguel…no…it…it’s too much.”
“i’m not even halfway in, querida…you can do it…you’re being so good f’me..” he pushes further in. and when he finally began to fuck you, your entire body was buzzing with a mix of pain and pleasure, slowly the pleasure rode out as you began to bounce down onto his cock, mewls and moans leaving your lips.
“fuck—that’s it…uh huh…that’s it…so good, so good—dios…” his thrusts picked up and as his hands glided up your shirt, feeling every part of you, he pushed your legs wider apart, completely ruining your pussy as he muttered praises to you. “my sweet girl…thanks for the gift, y/n…such a pretty present you are…” and that’s when miguel realised just how much he liked controlling your bodies sounds and movements.
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"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
piercer!toji piercing r boobs and belly button but like she’s so nervous and shy bc someone else other than herself is going to see her boobs. and she’s holding onto toji’s arm so tightly :0 you can add what you want but i just want him to give her a lollipop at the end bc that would be so cute
wait i really like this omg >_<:p like he’d be sweet - a little. letting you calm yourself down before you remove your bra and raise your top near your collarbone. you look around biting on your lip, try to not back down or cry and him seeing you like this he gave you a choice. “ want me to down your belly button first so you at least get used to it? can’t do anything if your so jumpy, hun ” you nod lowering your top and laying back down. he sits on the chair putting on his gloves as he puts alcohol on the cotton ball. you gasp at the coldness of the cotton. he puts two dots? on your belly and asked if you are ready which you mumbling a yes. your eyes are screw shut as the clamp is tight on your belly button as the needle slides in. the pain is a bit temporary as he places the jewelry.
“ i-is it done..already? ” he stutter as he nods throwing away the used things “ yeah see how easy that was, tell you what - you lay there like a good girl for this next one i’ll give you a treat ”. treat? you don’t respond as you raise you shirt to where it was “ c-can i uhm hold onto your hand. please ” “ whatever helps you, sweetheart ”. he does the same steps he did for you except when he holds the clamp and needle your taking hard breaths, biting on your bottom lip and your eyes are shut tightly he can see a bit on tears. your body was very clean, no tats or anything so he understands why you’re nervous. the moment the needle your hands flew to his tattooed arms, nails digging into his flesh. a few minutes later you finally open your blurry eyes to be met with toji’s green ones. “ how you feel sweetheart ” you look around sitting up while you wipe your tears. he pulls down your shirt. “ did so good like i told you, i’ll give you the treat like i promised ”
soon you find your legs wide open on his shoulders while his arms are wrapped around your thighs as your elbows hold you up. your panties at your ankles, skirt lifting to your waist and you tities out in the cold breeze. the cold metal on his tongue running through your folds slurping up the juices, making you shiver and gasp. toji is shoving his face in between your thighs more. you let out silent moans and whines as he matched the rhythm of his fingers to his tongue. your hands moving around not knowing whether to grip on the bed or his hair or shoulders. you looked innocent - too innocent to be at his shop. he’s not used to someone like you coming to see him, at least some people would have a few piercing from different shops before his - because toji isn’t exactly the nicest. but you’re different.
he used to pierce himself before doing it on few of his friends. you whine tugging on his hair, lifting your hips to grind on his tongue - feeling a strong wave hit you. “ i-‘m g’na cum…can i- please can i cum ” you cry out as he puts more pleasure, flicking his tongue piercing on your clit. “ you can come darling , been such a girl girl huh ” he praises and it makes your mind go all empty and fuzzy. you didn’t even know toji like this, sure he pierced some of your friends and you’ll be here but no interaction. your body shakes as he sucks on your clit dragging you to the edge “ cum f’ me sweet girl ” and you do - making a mess on the bed beneath you but he doesn’t care. not when he’s slurping you up like that.
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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.
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how to know you are only consciousness
you are consciousness. you are not the body or the mind or the ego or the thoughts or experiences; those are what you think you are, they are the false self because the real you is....consciousness.
nothing can exist without you being conscious of it first. things exist because you are aware of them and as consciousness, you are always aware and can only be aware. for example, you are aware of these words right now right? 10 seconds ago you were not aware of the wall or sky above you so it did not exist to you 10 seconds ago. most likely, you are now aware of the wall/sky bc i pointed it out so now, the wall/sky exists to you. you are consciousness/awareness and you are always aware of something.
since you are always aware and things only exist when you become of aware of them, the only thing you are is awareness = consciousness.
"you" are looking at your screen right now and "you" read these words but what is the thing that acknowledges or notices that the screen is there or that the words are there? consciousness, awareness. look at "your" shirt or hand or an object and tell me how do you know its there. you might say its because you see it with "your" eyes or you feel it on "your body" but that would be incorrect. you are only consciousness; you are not the human body. the shirt and words are there bc you are aware of them; you (consciousness) are observing them. i use quotations on the "you" to emphasize the fact that this human body is not you, that is your false self:
(human body, ego, emotions, thoughts = false self ; consciousness, awareness, the observer, imagination = your true self, identity)
let me give you another scenario: let say you cannot see anything, you cannot hear, touch, taste, or smell anything. you would still be aware and know that you are still present because you are always consciousness and you are always aware. the removal of the five senses and human body cannot remove the fact that you are awareness. the five senses do not matter because consciousness is all there is. if there was no human body, you would still be aware because consciousness / awareness is your true identity. think about it though: if there were no five senses, you would still be aware. this proves that the five senses are not you, the human body is not you, consciousness is what you really are and only are.
let me speak more about the human body and thoughts, emotions, etc. when "you" (your false self / human body) experiences pain, that comes and goes therefore its temporary. you, consciousness, is only aware of that pain and when you think you are the human body, you think that you are experiencing this pain which is false. let me give you a personal example: one day i was sitting on my couch doing my homework and everything was quiet but i got up and i kicked down my big ass metal water bottle that was on the floor and it fell over and made a really loud noise. since i forgot the water bottle was there and because i got scared of the sudden noise, i literally heard and felt my heart beating so loud. at the same time, it was raining quietly outside and i remember hearing my heart beating but i thought no, i hear it bc im aware of it so i turned my attention to the sound of rain outside (i became aware of the rain) and when i did, i literally didnt hear my heart beating anymore bc i was not aware of it and i was aware of the rain instead; my beating heart did not exist in that moment. then i became aware of my heart beating again instead of the rain and i heard and felt my heart again and not the rain.
the point of this story is that, that "pain" or "feeling" left once i was not aware of it anymore. it was temporary because my true self (consciousness) was not really feeling that pain; the false self felt the pain of "my" heart beating only because i was aware of it. same thing applies with thoughts, they are temporary, they come and go while consciousness never leaves. "you" think you are the one who thinks these thoughts which is false. why? ... because you are only awareness. these thoughts exist only bc you are aware of them. as consciousness, you can only be aware, you can only be the observer; you cannot experience pain, pleasure, etc. you only observe, be aware of that pain and pleasure. the ego is also the false self. ego = thoughts, beliefs, emotions. when you think that learning about non dualism is hard, that the ego that makes it seem hard to understand, thats not the real you (consciousness).
now you know that you are not the human body, you are consciousness that is observing, being aware of the human body and those so called experiences and feelings, etc.
© msperfect777
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i heard she came out with a reggae album or something like that? I listened to “do to me” and i loved it! i’ll check it out 😊
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hi meg! my weekend was actually really good! i got my hair and nails done yesterday and im going out to get some clothes later. 🤍
how was your weekend love?
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MANIFESTT. if you haven’t already watched it you have tooo😮💨
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Hello love hope you have a great day❤️
thank you for the message 🥰! I hope you have an amazing day as well.
