this is just a fun way to spice up your manifesting and drop you even deeper into the desired feeling. definitely not necessary, but i love it very much.
pick a song that makes you feel really good and reminds you of your desire. focus rather on the general vibes of the song and the melody than the specific lyrics, but if the lyrics are also in alignment with your desired state, even better. what is very important is that you must enjoy listening to the song.
listen to it once and dwell on how it makes you feel. don't overcomplicate it. just let the vibes of the song get under your skin.
put it on repeat while you're doing other stuff. listen to it for however long it feels good. it could be a few minutes, half an hour, or half a day. if it starts annoying you turn it off.
the song will get stuck in your head and you'll be naturally singing it in your mind without even realising. as soon as you realise you're singing it, it will make you think of your desire from the desired feeling state.
essentially this is just a fun way of keeping yourself in the state of living from the end. it works the same way that affirmations do, but in my personal opinion, it's a bit stronger. words are empty and the same affirmation that calmed you down a few hours ago can stress the hell out of you if you're not keeping the feeling behind the words the same. on the other hand, music has a stronger presence. it's naturally much better at sustaining a certain vibe than the words are.
my fave song that is very general so it works for every type of desire and even unspecific ones is something's coming from west side story. but if you don't like the song, pick a different one. it's not about one specific song, it's about which song makes you feel the best.
also, affirmations are effective and work perfectly fine! and you don't even need affirmations at all! don't force yourself to do this if you don't like it. or readjust it to your liking.
You had spotted him about an hour ago. Hooded eyes and stolen glances from him for the whole time told you that he was watching you.
How he knew you were here, you had no idea.
You had been spotting him everywhere you were lately. Deep down you knew that he was following you; perhaps stalking- but you hadnāt said anything, yet.
āThat guy has been staring at you, all night,ā Clair, your friend, tells you. Sheās nodding towards Rafe- and although she doesnāt know who he is, youāre very aware.
Rafe Cameron is very frequently in your life. Although you donāt talk to him much, heās around your house quite a lot to hang out with your brother, Topper. Youāre not really interested in him- heās always seemed so stuck up to you, exactly like your brother. Every attempt heās had at trying to talk to you has been firmly stopped by yourself- you want nothing to do with him. Itās bad enough that heās around all the time at your house- and now heās turning up everywhere you are?
He seems to only want to pay attention to you, not trying to hide the fact heās staring but never coming over and talking- just observing from a distance. You had pondered the fact that he was looking out for you- only just having turned ā21ā- fake IDās worked wonders- and that you were out parting more- but as he continued to turn up, you knew that wasnāt it.
If he wanted something to do with you- then heād have to do so. You werenāt going to initiate whatever he wanted to happen.
āI know. Iāve seen him too.ā Clair gasps, slapping your shoulder as she dances in front of you to How Deep Is Your Love by Calvin Harris.
āBitch, you should go talk to him!ā You laugh, shaking your head at her. Youāve only known Clair for around six months- meeting her through college. Yet the whole time sheās known you- every time sheās invited you out, sheās tried to get you with a different guy.
āWhat? Why not?ā You take her hand as the song ends, leading her over to the table with the rest of your friends- Macy and Ruth. Theyāre chatting about what drinks to get when you both come over.
āIāll go get drinks, what does everyone want?ā You say, trying to leave the conversation with Clair behind. They all relay you their orders and you head to the bar, eyeing the spot where Rafe Cameron was last you checked.
Heās not there. You silently hope that heās gone, done stalking you. Once you reach the bar, you order your drinks.
āTwo pornstar martinis, one coke and vodka and a lemonade please.ā The bartender nods, making your drinks and putting them on a tray for you. He tells you the price and youāre pulling out your card to pay when you feel a presence beside you.
āPut them on my tab. Cameron.ā
Oh for gods fucking sake-
āOkay, all done.ā The bartender says, pushing your tray toward you. You take it, spinning and walking back to your table.
If this was his way to initiate a conversation with you- it was a terrible one. He obviously wasnāt doing this watching thing very well because if he had, he would have known that you hate- and fucking absolutely hate when things are paid for when you have your own money.
āDonāt I get a thanks?ā You hear him ask, and you turn to look at him. Heās got his hands shoved in his pockets, a grin on his face. Itās sheepish almost- like he knows you know what heās up to.
In reality, you donāt know the half of it.
Rafe Cameron had a problem. A big one. And that problem was you. He couldnāt get you off his mind no matter how hard he tried. You took up the majority of his time and brain and he was infuriated. He just had to know why.
So naturally, he began following you. Observing. Some would say stalking. He preferred not to.
He knew you knew that he was following you.
āIf this is your fabulous plan of getting me to talk to you, itās not going to work. Have a nice night.ā You turn back around, walking to your table. You place the drinks on the table, everyone thanking you.
You donāt even get to sit down before heās approaching you again, shoulders set back and hands out of pockets.
Clairs eyes widen as she nods her head towards him, and then at you, grinning. She makes a motion with her hands, one a circle and the other just her finger, joining them together.
You want to fucking punch her.
āCan I talk to you?ā He asks, leaning against the table. Your friends are gawking, looking between the two of you. Almost like they canāt believe someone like him wants to talk to someone like you.
āI donāt really want to, thanks for asking though.ā You respond, shrugging as you sit and take a sip of your lemonade.
āYeah, no actually- we, us three have to go!ā Ruth announces, patting herself down and standing. She glared at the other two who donāt catch on for a second before they stand, all three downing their drinks.
You open your mouth, about to speak- when Ruth pats your arm. āYouāll be okay getting home right?ā She swipes her eyes toward Rafe for a second, whoās taking the seat across from you, before looking back. You have no choice but to say yes, grimly waving them goodbye as your three closest friends abandon you.
You turn back to Rafe, whoās sat drumming his nanda on the table in the most leisurely way as if he hasnāt just caused your friends to leave.
Once he notices your attention is on him, he grins at you.
āYou happy now?ā Your voice is dripping with sarcasm.
āQuite, yeah. Very pleased with myself.ā Youāre aware that this is your first proper conversation with him, where youāre actually responding instead of just saying no to whatever heās said to you first- even if it is still you being sarcastic as hell.
āI bloody hope you are, ruining my night out with my friends.ā
Rafe raises an eyebrow at you. āLast time I checked, you were 18, not old enough to be here.ā You sneer at him, taking a sip of your drink.
āYeah because youāre 21 too, totally.ā
Rafe snorts, eyes darting across your face as you reach a hand up to scratch the side of your nose.
āSo what do you want, Cameron?ā You ask, hand leaving your face to come down and swirl the straw around in your drink. Right now, youāre wishing that it was an alcoholic drink instead of shitty lemonade. You need it to get through this godforsaken conversation.
āDo you want the truth or do you want me to lie?ā
āDepends on which one is better.ā
Silence surrounds the two of you. You look up at your brothers best friend, and heās staring right back- yet heās not really there, obviously thinking about something.
Youāre thinking too- wondering about what he could want to tell you. Youāre also thinking about the way heās been around for weeks, following you- watching- and you want to ask him about why. What he thinks heās doing following you around.
So you do. āWhy have you been stalking me?ā
āYouāre all I can think about.ā You both say, simultaneously- and it takes you at least several seconds before you process what he actually said.
Youāre all I can think about? What the hell? What does he mean by that?
āWhat do you mean by that?ā You question, taking another drink of your lemonade. Youāre thinking- is that why heās been following you? Because youāre on his mind? Or youāre on his mind because heās been following you?
He raps his knuckles against the table, and you watch the way his ring shines against the lights of the club.
āI canāt get you out my head and I donāt know why.ā
Your eyes meet his own and theyāre searching your face, as if looking for the answer.
āYouāre delusional.ā You scoff. Why the hell heād be obsessed with you, you have no idea. Youāre just you.
The more you think about it, the more infuriated you get. Heās been following you this whole time yet canāt give you a straight answer as to why?
āIām going home,ā you tell him, shaking your head at the way he only nods. You donāt know why you were hoping for- and youāre confused as to why youāre wishing it was more than what you just got- but youāre not about to sit here and let him obsess over you anymore.
He doesnāt deserve it.
You grab your purse and stand up from the table, pulling your lip between your teeth. Rafe watches the action, jaw clenching and head turning so he doesnāt have to look at you anymore.
āIād appreciate it if you stopped turning up everywhere I go, now.ā You tell him, before leaving.
Itās winter, so when you step outside itās cold. Your slim black dress doesnāt really help you combat the coldness and you shiver as you reach your car, hands fumbling in your purse for your keys. You unlock it and youāre about to slide in- thank god you didnāt drink tonight, you think now- because youāre happy to be driving in your own car instead of getting an Uber- when you hear footsteps approaching.
You dig into your purse for your pocket knife- something your brother had given you as a present- to protect yourself- and flick it out. Itās nearly midnight and youāre not taking any chances.
You spin, knife in hand, looking for whoever the fuck is trying to fuck with you. Thereās only two other cars in the small car park and theyāre at the other side from you so no one has to walk near you unless theyāre trying something.
You canāt say youāre really surprised to see Rafe.
āShit, fucking idiot.ā You curse at him, lowering your knife. He raises his arms in self defence as you close the knife, shoving it back in your purse. You shiver, wrapping your arms around yourself.
āWhat do you want, Rafe?ā You ask. He stands a few feet in front of you, seeming pretty fucking warm and smug in his jacket.
āI canāt let you go like this.ā You scowl, shaking your head at him.
āI donāt have time for your stupid shit, Rafe, I nearly stabbed you! Go home.ā You turn around and open your car door, only for Rafe to close it. You feel his breath on your neck and you shiver, this time not from the cold. His other hand comes at the other side of your head, caging you in.
You turn, looking up at him.
āWhat the fuck do you want?ā You ask, voice just above a whisper. Itās hard to completely focus from how heās looking at you, licking his lips- eyes grazing down your figure and stopping at the hem of your dress- which, in fairness- you know is too tight, and every time you wear it, it rides up because of how tight it is, even when youāre walking- but youāre too stubborn to throw it away- and now, Rafe is staring at the way itās almost up your thighs, exposing too much.
You reach a hand down to pull at it- but he stops you.
āYou. I want you.ā He looks between your legs and you lips, and then your eyes- before pressing in, all at once. His lips to yours, a leg between your own.
The kiss is fast. Thereās nothing slow about it- and by the way his waist presses against your stomach- and you can feel everything- heās been wanting this for ages.
It takes you a few seconds to respond. Youāre mentally debating wether this is what you want to happen- when you realise that youāre already turned on just from the way heās kissing you.
You reach your hands up to his chest, grasping at his shirt as he pulls away from your lips, moving down to your neck. A whine leaves your throat at the way his fingers move your hair out of the way and he latched on straight away- taking full advantage of your whines as his knee presses into you further.
A door opens somewhere and you push Rafe off you- despite how nice it felt- and recompose yourself as a couple heads out to their car and climbs inside.
Itās the reality check you need- you were really about to let him fuck you?
You think not.
If anyone was in charge, it was you. You deserved it after the shit he had been pulling recently.
You wipe your mouth, looking up at him. His eyes are glazed over and thereās a smirk on his face. He thinks heās got you right where he wants you- but he couldnāt be more wrong.
The other car leaves the car park and as soon as it does, Rafe is trying to advance on you again- but you plant your hands on his chest, stopping him.
āThe back of my car is much warmer,ā you breathe, shimmying out of the way and opening the back door of your car. You climb in, laying down on the seat as he follows in behind you. His lips are straight on your own, blocking you in on the seats. You bring your hands up to his face, slowly leaning upward so you can push him into a sitting position. You climb on his lap, lips never leaving his own as your hands push your dress up around your waist so the hemline doesnāt cut into your thighs.
Rafeās hands are straight to your thighs, dancing his fingers all over them before they settle on the inside, pulling back from the kiss to look at you.
āYou gonna be a good girl and let me have you?ā He asks, voice gruff.
You giggle, bringing a hand up to his face. He looks confused- like he wasnāt expecting anything other than yes.
āOh Rafe, youāre so naive. After the shit youāve pulled the last few weeks? You really think Iām gonna give you what you want? No, not today. Youāre my bitch.ā
His mouth opens and closes, like heās lost for the words to say to you.
You take your hand from his face, grabbing one of his own that is sat on your thing and leading it down to your panties. Theyāre slightly wet, and you moan as he presses into you.
āMake me cum,ā you demand and he nods his head almost instantly, pushing your panties to the side. His fingers gather in your slick, circling your clit a few times which makes your hips buck forward.
āYeah, you like that?ā He asks and you glare at him, hand coming forward to grasp his jaw.
āIf I wanted your input, I would have asked for it.ā Your other hand slides down to his, pushing his hand further down your cunt so his fingers push into your hole. You sink down into them, relishing in how nice the small stretch feels after so long since you last had something since you.
He begins to move his fingers in and out of you, slowly at first as you lean into his neck, arms wrapping around him to keep yourself from moving about so much. Youāre whimpering and whining in his ear, beginning to bring yourself down on his fingers as your high starts to draw closer.
āYouāre doing so good for me, so good.ā You tell him and he groans- and you feel his other hand slip off your thigh.
You pull back, observing the way his eyes watch you slide down on his fingers, which are covered in your slick- and how his lips are slightly parted. His own hand is palming himself through his pants and you tut.
āI donāt think I said you could do that, did I?ā He sakes his head and you pull his hand away, placing it back on your thigh.
Your legs begin to slightly tremble as your high draws closer- the way his fingers begin to curl into you and his other hand comes to your clit, circling it.
You let out a vulgar moan, feeling those last few seconds of your climb coming and you manage to tell him: āMā gunna cum.ā
Rafe nods, watching as your eyes scrunch up and your head falls back, a lewd whine slipping out at a final flick of your clit and a curl of his fingers which sends you down the spiral, heat heaving and legs shaking as you work your way through your orgasm. His fingers keep you going, stretching out your orgasm.
Heās obviously eager to please.
You slide off his fingers, grabbing his hand and bringing them up to his mouth. He takes them in, tasting your arousal.
Your fingers scrape at his pants, unbuttoning them and pulling the zipper as well as the pants down his legs. He springs up against his stomach, pre cum leaking out of the top.
You ghost your hands over his top, eying the way he bites his lip. Had been in charge heād have told you to stop messing around.
Rafe still couldnāt believe he was being bossed around like this. Especially by you.
āYou want me to touch you?ā You ask and he nods his head, eyes pleading. You smile, spitting onto your hand before wrapping it around him.
He whines, low and heavy, head thrown back against the seat. Heās already keening at your touch- obviously very affected by you.
āYou gonna be a good boy for me and let me jerk you off?ā You question him- feeling his dick twitch in your hand at the question.
Does he?
āYou gonna be my pretty boy?ā You asks, testing the waters. He groans and his dick twitches again, hands clawing at his thighs.
He does.
You grin. Rafe Cameron has a praise kink.
You begin to move your hand up and down his dick, leaning back on his legs. You let your thumb swipe over his tip, taking the precum from it and spreading it over his dick, slowly gaining speed.
āLet me know when youāre close, sweet boy.ā You whisper, leaning forward to mouth at his exposed neck. Heās trying to be quiet, but the way youāre talking to him is making it so very hard.
He fucking loves praise. He swears he could cum from someone calling him pretty boy alone- and youād figured that out.
You swipe your thumb over his tip again and he groans, hands itching to touch you. Itās embarrassing how fast heās going to cum- mostly from your words of praise and the fact that heās actually starting to like this whole bottom thing.
āGonna cum for me baby? Be a good boy?ā Your words bring him closer to his climax and he grasps your waist, fingers digging in to the flesh there.
āClose, so close.ā He warns you, and you give him one more tug before pulling away completely.
Itās safe to say Rafe is shocked. What the fuck?
He was so close to coming.
āNot yet.ā You tell him, shifting up in your legs to line him up with your entrance. Heās angry, all the more prepared to fucking flip you around and press you into the seat, and fuck the shit out of you.
But he doesnāt- because youāre sliding down into him so sweetly, nails digging into his shoulders as you feel the stretch.
āYou feel so good, so good,ā you whisper, sitting still for a second to let the stretch settle.
āNot gonna last long if you keep saying stuff like that,ā Rafe groans, and you take his face in your hand.
āYouāre not gonna cum until I say so, got it?ā He finds himself nodding at you and you smile in triumph, before lifting up and slamming down on him once.
The both of you moan, loving the sensation of being linked together. You bring his face towards yours, placing your lips onto his and beginning to find a pattern on his dick.
Rafe begins to moan particularly loud and his dick begins to twitch inside you- high even more sensitive at the fact that he nearly came before- and now he was inside you, something he had dreamed of since he had become infatuated by you.
Yet this feels so, so much better.
He canāt wait to have control of you. He will, he knows he will. He also knows that he wants this to happen again.
You clench around him and he bucks his hips up into you, fingers creating crescent shaped bruises on your hips.
āWeāre gonna cum together okay? Hold it for me like a good boy.ā You say, moving faster. Youāre also close, maybe a few more thrusts- because itās your second orgasm- and you whine, high and loud as you feel the edge closing in on you.
āGonna cum,ā he tells you, dick twitching inside of you before his seed releases- you following straight after. You still, chest heaving and hands trembling. You lean them on his shoulders as his lips press against your own, post orgasm, to give you some comfort.
You can feel yours and his cum seeping down, despite him still being in you.
āThat was- something else.ā Rafe breaks the silence and you nod your head, agreeing. This is not how you saw tonight going, at all.
You canāt complain though.
You slide off him, reaching behind you into the cubby box for some tissues which you wipe at his cum with before pushing your panties back.
Rafeās hand wraps around your throat, having gathered himself- thinking of all the possibilities of what he could do to get you back. It was safe to say that his obsession had only grown worse now he knew how you felt, how you tasted.
āDonāt think this is going to happen all the time, doll. When we get back to my place Iām going to fuck the shit out of you.ā
Donāt be sad, friend! They know exactly what theyāre doing. ^v^
Pigeons have the same cognitive capacity as five year old humans, and have been documented taking advantage of our transportation systems to commute back and forth from foraging grounds farther than they could have easily flown, at a much lower energy cost.
They know the times, which trains go where, where all the best food stops are, and which stop is theirs.
And they tend to be model passengers, taking their seats under the big human seats, and politely filing out at their work and home stops. ^v^
Summary: Sneaky meet ups with Draco where nobody knows the two of you have a thing for the other until the day he sees someone flirting with you and lets his jealousy get the best of him. AU where its around seventh year and Voldermort never existed so Draco never got traumatized !
Warnings: light smut/hinted smut,Ā jealous/possessive-ish Draco,Ā a little more mature themesĀ
Words: 1.8K
A/N: aging him UP for this one ! and making draco a tad rude bc the way i picture it is just WOW also i like to try to change up the way i write him sometimes :) also couldnāt find this gif anywhere so if it looks low quality its bc i made it >:( i want so badly for him to walk up to me like thaaaat anyways I HOPE THIS IS GOOD
It was a funny thing, feelings, and the way they blossomed in places they had no business being in. Those very specific stomach churning butterflies and skipped heartbeats were unmistakably there every time you found yourself in the Slytherin Princeās presence. It was a shame really, you had never even given him the time of day prior to the time you were forced to work on a Charms project together but now here you were; completely and undeniably entranced by him.Ā
Your group of y/h friends and you were gathered in the foyer outside the Great Hall, the doors wide open and welcoming students for the lunch that was going to be served in just a few minutes. Your friends were lost in conversation and you couldnāt be happier as your focus darted around the room hoping to spot the platinum mop of hair.
Out of sheer coincidence, a boisterous group of Slytherins had entered the foyer from the direction of the dungeons, all talking loudly and jokingly pushing each other as they came into view. Your eyes landed on the laughing blond in the middle, his toothy grin almost twinkling under the sunlight that streamed in through the large medieval windows. His gaze wandered around the room for a moment before stopping on you, the smile on his face morphing into a smug knowing smirk.Ā
You guys are literally the best! Thank you so much for all the amazing feedback for this little weird imagination in my head :ā) BTW I have no clue how the movie business works or if this is even close to accurate but just bare with my fantasies here okay :D xoxo
Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4
Trigger warning: It gets a bit very smutty people, be prepared, angsty ???idk
Word count: 3295 (so I went totally over the top with this once again)
Y/N just got the role of her lifetime, starring beside the cast of Outer Banks in the second season as JJās love interest. Itās a dream come true and gets even dreamier when she meets Rudy Pankow her alleged love interest. Lines start to blur between reality and film and Y/N is left wondering if taking a leap of faith is worth risking her career.
A couple minutes later you found yourself in your trailer alone. Images and thoughts were flashing in your head, all of them revolving around that kiss. That kiss that didnāt feel like a normal kiss, or any kiss you ever had before. That kiss had been pure magic. There was no other way to describe it. Alone the thought of it send your heart into overdrive and quickened your breath.Ā
And that wasnāt even the worst part, in a couple of hours you were expected back on set after a scene change and doing that kiss with Rudy over and over only half naked.Ā
You had to calm yourself down right this second. Your possible feelings for him couldnāt get in the way of your big break. There was so much more on the line.
Plot: Arthur takes up a Bounty Poster. Itās for you, heās been promised a very handsome reward for bringing you in.
Notes: I really couldnāt stop once I started writing, if the response is good, maybe Iāll work on a part two?Ā
Arthur Morgan left the sheriffs office and mounted his horse, taking out the poster once more, just to be sure he knew where he was going.
The last known location of (Y/N) was outside of Annesburg, he was in Valentine. It was gonna be a long trip there and back, so he made a stop at the local general store, buying the appropriate provisions, before heading out. Heād been told you were very dangerous, but wanted alive. Heād questioned how dangerous, because to be honest, you didnāt appear threatening in the poster. Maybe ten years younger than he, and ten times more beautiful. But the sheriff and his deputies insisted, saying, ā(Y/N) murdered her husband, stepfather, and burned the families house to the ground, leaving her mother with absolutely nothing, causing the poor women to commit suicide. When the first batch of law caught up to her, she gunned them down and disappeared once again.ā
Arthur didnāt ask any more questions, wasnāt any of his business anyhow. All he needed to know, was the reward for bringing you in, and it was a big one. Sitting at two hundred dollars. He figured just for a bounty being brought in alive, it was a piece of cake.
