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The Art of Successful Prayer

How to Avail Yourself of the State Akin to Sleep

"Prayer is the art of yielding to the wish and not the forcing of the wish. Whenever your feeling is in conflict with your wish, feeling will be the victor. The dominant feeling invariably expresses itself. Prayer must be without effort. In attempting to fix an attitude of mind which is denied by the senses, effort is fatal.

You should awaken within you the feeling that you are and have that which heretofore you desired to be and possess. This is easily done by contemplating the joy that would be yours were your objective an accomplished fact, so that you live and move and have your being in the feeling that your wish is realized."

I. Intro.

In this post, I will guide you through the procedure of using the state akin to sleep to retrieve the feeling of the wish fulfilled. The state akin to sleep is a state of relaxation and receptivity akin to the feeling attained just before falling asleep in which you are able to shut out the limitations of the objective world and obtain reality of the subjective state. The drowsiness of this state facilitates the procedure of persuading yourself to believe that you are that which you desire to be because minimal effort is required to direct your attention towards the wish fulfilled. If you feel the wish fulfilled, you will live in the end and if you live in the end, your assumptions will harden into fact.

II. How to do it:

"If your world would change, determine what it would look like; then construct a scene which would imply you are there. If your mental construction comes close to your fulfilled desire, your little daydream will become a fact!" / "If the suggestion is given with conviction and confidently accepted by the operator as true, then you have the ideal setting for a successful prayer." - Brazen Impudence / Prayer, The Art of Believing Ch. 4

The first step is to define your objective. Have a clear idea of what it is you would like to be (or be in possession of).

Next, ask yourself, “what does the end of that goal look like?” For example, if you would like to manifest a prestigious job opportunity, you’d be congratulated on it. If you’d like to manifest a change in appearance, you would receive compliments (It doesn’t need to include another person, but you may find it more helpful in order to feel it more real). Whatever the end looks like, it must always be an event that implies its fulfillment, that it is done. This is the wish fulfilled (more on that later).

Get into a comfortable position. You can lay down or sit upright, it doesn’t matter, do whatever feels most comfortable.

Relax. You can do some breathing exercises, listen to music, have a warm drink, whatever it is that makes you relax. 

Induce a moderate degree of drowsiness where you can still concentrate on the wish fulfilled, but be sure to not feel too drowsy where you find it difficult to focus. When you feel like you could move but you don’t want to (because you’re too comfortable), that’s when you’ll know you’re in the state akin to sleep.

Construct a scene that implies the fulfillment of your desire by making elsewhere here and then now, then feel it real by incorporating your senses into it and imagine yourself being present within your imaginal scene from your perspective. Confine your scene to a single action. If your scene implies that you have received wonderful news, do not wander off in your visualization by doing a thousand irrelevant things afterwards, simply stick to the congratulations and mentally feel yourself being present in your scene. Repeat the scene until it takes on the tones of reality. [A tip from Edward Art: Focus on feeling it real (feeling the wish fulfilled) first and then the sensory aspects of your scene will follow]

If you do this right and you’re able to shut out your senses and concentrate on that single sensation of fulfillment. You will actually feel as though it is all actually happening at this very moment, as if you are there presently. When you choose to exit the imaginal scene, you will quite literally feel surprised at the fact that you are back in the comfort of your home and not where you were a minute ago.

"As soon as man assumes the feeling of his wish fulfilled, his fourth-dimensional self finds ways for the attainment of this end, discovers methods for its realization" - Remain Faithful to Your Idea

III. The lullaby method

"If you cannot concentrate on an act, if you cannot snuggle into your chair and believe the chair is elsewhere, just as though elsewhere were here, then do this: Reduce the idea, condense it to a single, simple phrase. Whatever the phrase is, let it imply that the assumption is true, that it is concrete, that it is already a fact and you know it." - Assumptions Harden Into Fact

If you find it difficult to focus on a scene and feel it real or if you simply cannot conceptualize what the end would even look like, follow steps 1 through 4 and do the following:

Condense the fulfillment to three words or less and repeat them over and over again until your mind is dominated by the single sensation of thankfulness. Meditate on this phrase until you accept it as a fact.

Something that helped me understand the lullaby method was the following analogy: Think of a moment where you were repeating a word to yourself over and over again until it no longer sounded like a real word. The lullaby method is almost like that except in the opposite direction. Instead of repeating your three words until they don’t make sense, you repeat them until you are consumed by the acceptance of them, as if they do make sense. 

Examples of three words that imply the end:

I made it, I passed, I got accepted, I found it, they said yes, I won, I am (beautiful, healed, employed, successful), thank you, it is done, it’s finished, isn’t it wonderful?, I AM

IV. Revision

If your goal is to revise an incident, you do the exact same process:

Construct a scene that would suggest the preferable outcome. If you dropped your phone and broke your screen, imagine that you caught it instead. If you received undesirable news, imagine what you would have preferred to hear instead. 

Again, if you cannot conceptualize a scene of the ideal, pick three words that confirm the end. For lullaby, you can stick to “It never happened”

It could take some practice or maybe you’ll succeed at feeling it real on the first attempt. There comes a point where after visualizing or repeating those three words long enough that it’ll simply feel real. When you step out of that state you will feel surprised to realize that you’re no longer where your scene implied that you were. The vividness of your scene will feel as a real occurrence to you. Whenever I do the lullaby method and step out of that state I am filled with a sense of relief, as if my prayer has been answered. That’s how you’re supposed to feel after inducing the SATS rather than “hoping” that what you just did is enough.

Although you can induce the SATS at any time of day, if you choose to do it before bed (which is an excellent idea and I’m about to explain why), you can take that feeling of the wish fulfilled and fall asleep in that state. Always fall asleep with that satisfaction clouding your consciousness. Your prayer has been answered and there’s nothing left for you to do (but you can turn to the SATS whenever you need a reminder of the wish fulfilled).

V. Wish fulfilled briefly explained.

“When I speak of feeling I do not mean emotion, but acceptance of the fact that the desire is fulfilled. Feeling grateful, fulfilled, or thankful, it is easy to say, "Thank You," "Isn't it wonderful!" or "It is finished." When you get into the state of thankfulness, you can either awaken knowing it is done, or fall asleep in the feeling of the wish fulfilled.”

I remind you to proceed with this state not with the intention of doing in order to receive but rather to acquire the feeling of the wish fulfilled. Much like a prayer, think about it through the word "wish". Imagine what it would be like to ask for a wish and know that it's been granted, or asking for something and knowing you will receive it. How would you feel?

"The only condition required is that you believe that your prayers are already realized." - Feeling is the Secret Ch. 3

VI. How to you know if you’re in the state akin to sleep.

You’ll know you’re successfully induced this state where you’re still capable of moving but you don’t want to. You know when you rest your head on your arm or hand and you’re so comfortable that you don’t even want to move? That’s the state. It's like when you're so exhausted you throw yourself onto your bed and do not want to move because you immediately get comfortable, that’s how you should feel.

You’ll also know when you’re able to still guide the direction of your thoughts, if you’re too drowsy to the point where you’re slurring your words or cannot stick to your scene you've gone a little too far. You want to be able to focus and control your attention with as little effort as possible.

Symptoms may vary from person to person but here are the ones I personally feel that confirm I’m in the SATS:

My body feels slightly numb and will mildly twitch

My breathing is slow and short, my chest doesn’t rise much.

I am aware of the silhouette of my body but I cannot feel where my limbs touch.

VII. Misconceptions.

You do not need to physically impair the body.

You do not need to do this at night before bed.

The lullaby method is not affirming until you fall asleep.

Visualizing during the SATS is not a daydream, you are literally harvesting your future by assuming what the end looks like and then feeling the wish fulfilled.

You can induce sats at any time of day.  Neville himself recommended inducing it at a specific hour every day and soon enough you would automatically begin to feel drowsy at that same hour every day.

It is preferable to visualize in first person rather than in third person as if you are watching a scene unfold because you are meant to feel the scene as real as possible, as if you are actually there at this very moment. 

The affirmations are ideally condensed to three words or less so you can focus on them easier. I had personally found this to be much easier for me to remain focused when it’s only three words and not longer because I eventually start slurring my words.

How I personally induce the SATS:

I prefer to do it sometime between 18:00-21:00 when I have no intention of sleeping

I make myself a cup of tea (lavender or chamomile) so I feel relaxed.

If I struggle to focus I'll do a small ten minute guided meditation beforehand.

I then turn on brown noise or theta waves on noise canceling headphones.

I repeat to myself, “I am relaxed” “I am sleepy” until I start feeling drowsy.

VII. Final words.

I strongly advise you to approach the SATS not as a method but as a way to feel that your prayer has been answered. Do not induce the state in hopes of trying to “be” something because you can’t become what you already are. Utilizing your imagination during the SATS can be such a fulfilling and rewarding practice that I would encourage you to partake in it purely for enjoyment even when you are not specifically seeking the wish fulfilled. Remember to have fun with the SATS and let your imagination run free. ʚ♡ɞ

"Your prayer must be answered if you assume the feeling that would be yours were you already in possession of your objective. To pray successfully then, you must yield to the wish, that is, feel the wish fulfilled." - Feeling is the Secret Ch. 3

777 noted at reblog

manifesting is not about bringing your desires to you or into your reality. manifesting is about you giving yourself the capability to realize that it is already in your reality. since your beliefs and your perception stop you from realizing that, it requires you to alter those beliefs. this means being aware of the beliefs that do not serve you. if you are not aware of those beliefs or perceptions, how will you change them? how can you change something you are not aware of?

manifestation is the process of giving yourself the ability to realize and perceive that it is already here. you do not have to do any magical things to make it come into existence. it is already existent, already within your sphere of reality. it is just that your belief system makes it invisible to you. ♱ bashar (darryl anka)

your desires are already existing in your reality. they are real and already solidified. they are just waiting for you to match their vibrations by enabling yourself to know, realize, and perceive that they are in your physical reality. stop yourself from wanting to know the "how" as that is never your job. it can happen in countless ways, ways a human mind cannot perceive. your job is to realize them.

⠀˒ ⊹ ݁ ִ   HOW I APPLY THE LAW OF ASSUMPTION 🪄

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DISCLAIMER : this posts’ contents is based on my personal perceptive & experience with the law. i’ve gotten results with how i use the law, and i hope that you’ll receive some as well, but unless you truly apply, nothing is guaranteed.

hello my previous babies 😚😚😚. i’ve been thinking of making my own “how i ‘manifest’” post, but i wanted to gain some experience first before i do. i’ll explain how these steps relate to the law and my new view on the law.

STEP ONE : DECIDE.

“jay you said this before” i know, i know. just walk with me here. when it comes to deciding, aka the root of whatever reality you’ll experience, i need to figure out what i truly want. i just observe what the root is my desire is. it always boils down to wanting to be someone so i can experience what they would go through in imagination ONLY. after that, i just decide that i already am/have the solution to my problem.

STEP TWO : LET IT BE.

since the only thing i know i have to do in order to change self is decide, i just move on. since creation is finished, it is done. there’s no more work to be done, so i let it be.

STEP THREE : FULFILL. (optional)

in the instance that i’m feeling some sort of desire within me, i know that i want to experience it. therefore i imagine myself with my desire. after fulfilling myself, i move on. 

the key here is to only do it when desire is present, not to repeat the action to “make it natural so it can reflect”. with a new state, new desires will arise from it. don’t freak out, don’t neglect it, this is totally normal. just allow yourself to experience whatever your desire is within and move on from that satisfaction. and since the 3d is a mirror, rely on imagining. it’ll help you stop being so focused on getting it in the 3d, since you have experienced what you wanted in imagination! that’s how you naturally continue being. you fulfill whatever it is and move on. 

hope this helped! 🤍🤍🤍

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I love the plot of Iron Man (Tony's biceps and tummy)

🤭give him to me 🫴🫴

𓆉 ˚∘ WHY ARE YOU STILL DOING THIS TO YOURSELF?

what are you waiting for? just do it

This meditation is all you need, stop scrolling and do it now, you could've had your dream life, 3 hours ago, a day ago, or even 5 minutes ago. But you continue to doomscroll and then get upset at the time wasted, you're only harming yourself and it makes no sense to me how this information is priceless yet you want to scroll and scroll and scroll for what. There is no epiphany to be had, do you know why so many complain about our community being repetitive?

Because there is only one truth, there is no "click" that is needed for a godly being. You're looking for something that doesn't exist and you're wasting your days. Then you find a post that has made it click for you, for about 5 hours before you retreat back to the app with your tail behind your legs, to look for more "helpful posts" as if you don't already know everything.

Get out of here for real, you know how, it may be validating to like those memes about failing and like that posts about others who have had it hard, but you don't have to be like that anymore.

Why obsess over success stories when you can be one? What is scrolling actually doing for you? This community is nice but why do you want to stay more than you need to?

leave, you know how. yes, you do. Do not stay here longer than you need to, this community is the train station helping you get on that train (the void) to get to your desired destination (your dream life). We have given you the details to really get on that train, why are you still at the station? What is it doing for you? The people at the station are lovely people, but wouldn’t your dream destination be nicer? Days bleed into months and months to years, and next thing you know it’s 2028 and you’re still at the station. Why?

Your parents may make small talk with people on the plane to your vacation, but that doesn’t mean they aren’t going to get off that plane. The fellow passengers may be a vibe, but the vacation will obviously be better and that’s what they came on the plane for, to be transported to their destination not to stay on the plane and make friends. It’s nice to know that there are people going to the same destination as you, but not nicer than enjoying the vacation. After all they worked hard to be able to take the family away.

You’ve gone through alot, i hope you’re not throwing this away to scroll for another few days.

There is absolutely no eureka moment, you are the only person who can provide that not us bloggers. You need to get on that train. Now. You know how. Why are you stalling, procrastinating, maybe it’s the fear of failing or the “if it’s so quick and easy i’ll just do it later” mentality, don’t let these things keep you here longer than you need to be here.

And a tip for the road: act like this is life or death, do or die, there is no “what if” or “i’ll try” it’s happening

YOU KNOW IT ALL, UTILISE THAT KNOWLEDGE

OMG I was listening to Edward Art “Frequency” lecture on Youtube and had a damn epiphany after he said this:

“ In this case the imagination is the muscle that needs to be shaped, but the actions we’re performing the exercise is to feel the wish fulfilled everyday. That’s what one must do, you must be consistent about it daily. I’ll say this and I mean this in all seriousness is that feeling the wish fulfilled ONE time is greater than listening to eight hour subliminal messages while your sleeping or trying to impress your subconscious or repeating a thousand affirmations a day and I’m telling you from experience feeling it ONE time is GREATER. Because once you feel it for the first time, what you’ll realize is that your desire is within you and the fulfillment is also within you and you must fulfill your desires in IMAGINATION. And once you realize that you can do that and then when you do do it, you have a profound peace that you have found it, that you found what you’ve been looking for”

Like HELOO!? You don’t need to do ANYTHING to be in the wish fulfilled except experiencing it IMAGINATION!

Experience = imagination

Why do you need to listen to a subliminal overnight to manifest your desires? Why do you need to enter the void state to manifest your desires? Why do you need sleep paralysis to manifest your desires? Because it’s “instant”? YOU ALREADY HAVE IT! Once you’ve experienced your desire in imagination, it’s ALREADY yours. You have it NOW, instantly! Why do you need to do so many “methods” to fulfill yourself when fulfilling yourself is INSTANT. Or is it because your conditioning your desires and heavily relying on instant/overnight results when you ALREADY have it 🙃 you can have blind faith that your food from ubereats will be delivered to your door but can’t have the same faith when it comes to your imagination? If you experienced something in your imagination, IT IS ALREADY YOURS!! There is nothing to fear in there (your imagination) because you can have whatever you want in there! Time doesn’t matter nor will it ever because you have it right NOW. If you spent the time you used on using all these different “techniques” and “methods” and fulfilled yourself in imagination you could be living your BEST life already. Just relax and surrender to your imagination, trust it and have faith in it. What’s the worse thing could happen by fulfilling yourself? You getting all your desires? 😭 if you could have all your desires RIGHT now if you let go of the void, sleep paralysis, subliminals, etc would you do it? I know your answer was YES 💀 the law will never fail you babe, you can’t do it wrong and your doing everything right! It’s so easy and simple, you don’t have to lift a damn pinky finger to get what you want.

Recommend post to read:

https://www.tumblr.com/sexydreamgirl/722421591825334272/what-exactly-is-conditioning-your-desires-or

https://www.tumblr.com/sexydreamgirl/722612981825961984/i-finally-gave-up-on-the-void-as-a-means-of?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/aliamanifests/721288702915231744/i-just-wanna-say-ilysm-like-youre-literally-my?source=share

https://www.tumblr.com/sexydreamgirl/686089306257981440/i-think-the-problem-with-ppl-who-fail-to

https://www.tumblr.com/muselogy/682340252705275904/refresh

IMAGINATION IS THE REAL REALITY, YOU ARE IN BARBADOS *slams door*

Listen to source and APPLY! *mic drop*

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only for him 〈deleted scene〉

a/n: someone commented on this fic on ao3 the other day and i remembered i had a whole LONG scene that i never included. this was actually the first thing i wrote for the fic but it didn't feel right so i started from scratch and didn't end up incorporating it. so uh please enjoy some pwp bucky smut i guess!!!

pairing: brother's best friend!bucky barnes x reader

summary: when you crash your brother and his friends' beach vacation, things get a little messy, but your brother's best friend bucky barnes is determined to take—and keep—what's his

warnings (for deleted scene only): 18+ content (minors dni!!!), smut, fingering, dirty talk, some degradation, almost getting caught/talk of getting caught, nicknames (angel, baby)

word count (for deleted scene only): 3.3k

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“Hey angel.”

You’d always been shy around your older brother’s best friend Bucky Barnes—and that weekend at your family’s beach house was no different. So when he swaggered into the kitchen wearing nothing more than some low-slung swim trunks, all you could do was stumble out a response to his greeting while your heart pitter-pattered at the pet name, “H-hi, Bucky.”

You winced at the hitch in your breath, but you couldn’t help it, he was just so hot. With those icy blue eyes, that sharp jaw covered in rough stubble, and the way his lips curled up at the edges like he was always smirking, you’d had a crush on him for years. You’d never really been able to look him in the eye and you’d avoided him as much as you could, for fear of making an idiot out of yourself in front of him.

In true form, you focused on chopping veggies for the salad to go along with the burgers your brother was grilling, while pretending to ignore Bucky as he moved around the kitchen, finding his own ingredients for margaritas. You were all too aware that you were only wearing a swimsuit, but you knew it would be weird if you stopped what you were doing to get a coverup as soon as he’d entered the kitchen.

To your surprise, Bucky’s hands kept grazing your body—his palm pressed to your lower back as he moved behind you even though there was plenty of room, his fingers squeezed your shoulder, his hand ran down your spine on another pass, making your shoulders shake slightly with a shiver. The longer it went on, the bolder he got, until his knuckles grazed over the curve of your ass. You squeaked and pressed against the island, squeezing your thighs against the ache between them, Bucky’s low chuckle the only evidence he’d noticed your reaction. 

It never even crossed your mind to call him out on his inappropriate touches—you didn’t want him to stop, you secretly wanted more. You wondered, if you didn’t say anything, how far he would take things. Would his touches grow even bolder? The thought made your center throb and you pressed your thighs together more firmly.

When it came time for Bucky to cut up some limes for his margaritas, he tossed them down on the counter beside you.“You don’t mind helping me with these, do you, angel?” he asked. When you dared a look up at his face, his lower lip was jutted out in a pout.

You shook your head, but then worried he’d misinterpret the gesture, so you smiled and kept your eyes averted. “Happy to help,” you whispered, snagging a lime and getting ready to slice it.

But then you felt Bucky behind you, pressing close. His chest was flush with your back, knees bent, his thick thighs bracketing your legs. His stubbled jaw grazed your temple as he looked over your shoulder and his arms went around your waist. His big hands settled on your much smaller ones, helping you grip the knife firmly and hold the lime steady.

You were anything but steady. Drawing in a sharp breath, almost a gasp, at the feel of Bucky invading your personal space, you tried not to let on how good it felt to have his bigger body wrapped around you, the warmth of his skin against yours. But of its own volition, your body melted in his hold, your eyelids sliding shut as you reveled in the way your skin tingled everywhere he was touching you—and he was touching so much of you.

Bucky tutted quietly, right in your ear, his warm breath ghosting over the sensitive skin of your neck. “How’re you gonna help me with your eyes closed, angel?” he asked, his tone mocking as he teased you.

You wrenched your eyes open and forced yourself to look down at the sight in front of you—Bucky’s large hands wrapped around your much smaller ones. “H-how is this helping?” you asked, your voice breathless and a little meek.

Bucky chuckled and you felt it rumble in his chest through your shoulder blades. The pleasant sensation warmed your chest and made even more heat settle in your core. “You’re making me feel good, baby—and the better I feel, the better the margaritas are gonna taste,” he said in a deep, raspy voice, his hands using yours to slice the lime into wedges. “Trust me.”

Your brain was fuzzy as you got more and more distracted by the way your body responded to Bucky’s words, your slit getting wetter the longer he was pressed against you, but you didn’t follow his logic and you couldn’t help but point it out. “That doesn’t make any sense,” you said, even as your body relaxed further into Bucky’s hold, letting his sure hands and strong arms guide your movements.

Bucky just laughed again, his knees bending just a bit more before he dragged back up your body. You gasped when his hard bulge settled between the cheeks of your ass—only the thin fabric of your swimsuits separating you. Experimentally, your hips wiggled, grinding your ass on his bulge and he groaned, his whole body going taut around you as his hands stilled.

“Lookit you, baby,” Bucky huffed in your ear, pressing his hard length deeper into the crevice of your ass. “So fucking needy and I’ve barely touched you.” 

You mewled quietly, head leaning back on Bucky’s shoulder, your back arching a perfect curve to keep your ass nestled against his cock. He felt so good, you never wanted him to stop.

“Do any of your brother’s other friends know what a needy little slut you are, baby?” he asked softly in your ear, hips rocking against your ass in small movements. “Would Steve or Tony be shocked if they walked in right now to see you rubbing your ass on my cock, or have they caught you before?”

“N-nooo,” you answered, heat spiraling through your body at the dirty way Bucky talked to you.

“So you’re a secret slut then, huh,” Bucky hummed in thought, the vibration teasing over your skin. “Those are my favorite kind,” he admitted, his voice gruff. His hands let go of yours, trailing up your arms and down your sides, making you shiver beneath the heat of his palms as he went on. “The girls who are so shy they can barely meet your eye,” he punctuated his words but pressing a kiss to your temple and you knew he’d noticed how shy you got around him. The heat of your blush mingled with the heat of your desire. “But when you show them some attention, when you make them feel special, they spread their legs like the good little sluts they really are.”

Leaning back into your brother’s best friend, you shot a look to the sliding door that led onto the back deck of the house. Just beyond, you could hear your brother and the rest of his friends talking loudly. “Bucky, w-we sh-shouldn’t,” you tried to say, but cut off on a gasp when his hands slid over your thighs, thumbs grazing along the edge of your swimsuit.

“I know, baby,” he murmured softly, continuing to run his hands all over your body like he was learning the feel of your curves and committing them to memory. “You don’t want anyone else to know your secret, but it would be so mean of me to get you all worked up and not make you cum, don’t you think?”

You could barely think through the haze of desire clouding your mind, and your pulse drummed a frantic beat in your clit as your body begged for more, for release. You panted, unable to form a word of response as you simply basked in the feel of him, but he wanted an answer.

Bucky pinched your nipple through your swimsuit top, pleasure and pain zipping through your body straight to your clit. “I asked you a question, baby,” he said pointedly. “I expect a response.”

“I-I-I don’t know,” you forced out, forgetting the question and unable to tell him what he wanted to hear to make sure he didn’t stop touching you.

He hummed in thought again, his lips pressed to the pulse point in your neck so you felt it, making you squirm in his arms. You leaned forward, arching your back more so that Bucky’s cock pressed against your soaked little slit through your bottoms. He hissed at the contact.

“Such a slut, baby,” he commented, awe in his tone. “Lookit how your body moves for me—bending over, pressing your pussy against my fat cock. You’re a perfect little slut.” His free hand ran down your spine before he leaned forward so his chest pressed to your back again and he could murmur in your ear. “Are you dripping wet for me baby?”

You bit your lip and nodded, answering his question the only way you knew how when words escaped you.

“Is your pussy clenching, wishing I was stretching your tight little hole around my cock right now?” he asked, fingers trailing down your sides to tug on either side of your swimsuit bottoms where they hugged your hips. At his words, your inner walls responded by clamping down on nothing, making you cry out quietly. Bucky laughed into your hair before he pressed another kiss to your temple, which was covered with a sheen of sweat. “Don’t worry, baby, I’ll fill up your slutty little hole,” he promised in that rough and raspy voice of his, desire dripping from his tone.

Just then, the sliding door to the deck whooshed open and your brother’s friend Steve Rogers stepped inside. Your body reacted on instinct, straightening up and pulling away from Bucky as much as you could, your heart racing and your breaths coming in panicked little pants. But when you looked up, Steve was shouting over his shoulder at the rest of the guys on the deck, seemingly unaware of what he’d walked in on. 

In the brief moment before Steve turned to the kitchen, Bucky rearranged himself behind you—close enough to hide the obscene bulge in his swim trunks, but pulling back so he was no longer plastered to your body. His hands settled on yours and he guided your shaking fingers to slice up a lime into wedges. You were thankful for his solid hands on yours because you were trembling like a leaf at the prospect of being caught by another of your brother’s friends.

“And that’s how you cut a lime for a margarita,” Bucky said with a flourish, as if he were finishing a whole spiel. You felt the moment he looked up, because his whole body went taut with tension. “Hey Stevie, the margs will be ready soon, just showing Y/N how it’s done.”

“I see that,” Steve said in a slow suspicious voice as he drew closer until he stood on the opposite side of the island.

When you looked back at him, you caught Steve’s blue eyes taking in the way Bucky was caging you in against the kitchen island. It certainly wasn’t the most innocent way for the two of you to be standing, and you were pretty sure if any of your brother’s other friends had offered to teach you how to cut limes, they wouldn’t be wrapped around you the way Bucky was. But it also wasn’t as inappropriate as the way Bucky had held you and talked to you just moments prior.

“You alright?” Steve asked, looking you in the eye.

Bucky took the opportunity of Steve’s focus on you to turn away, going to the sink and washing his hands with his back to you and Steve.

Steve looked concerned and suspicious, but while you appreciated him looking out for you, you just wanted him to leave so Bucky could touch you again. With effort, you relaxed your shoulders and plastered a cheery smile on your face. “Yep!” you chirped. “I’m gonna finish up the salad as soon as we get these limes done.”

Steve nodded his head absently as his eyes bounced back and forth between you and Bucky. “Well, alright,” he said slowly, before pinning Bucky with a hard stare. “Don’t take too long, I just came inside to tell you both the burgers are almost done.” Then he was backing away and opening the door, returning to the raucous laughter of your brother’s friends. When the door whooshed closed, the kitchen seemed all the quieter for the lack of noise.

Then Bucky was at your back again, his hands frantic as they roamed all over your body. It felt like he was everywhere at once and you were quickly overwhelmed by the sensations. A loud moan tumbled past your lips and Bucky’s hand slapped over your mouth as he bent his knees and pressed his cock against your ass. He held you against him with his hand covering your mouth, quieting your sounds of pleasure.

“Shh,” Bucky mumbled, his voice urgent. “You moan loud like that and Steve will hear you,” he warned, but he didn’t stop touching you, his free hand wandering to your chest and groping your tits. “He’ll hear what a little slut you are and you don’t want that, do you, baby?” 

You shook your head as much as you could in his hold, making a sound like a muffled “no” behind his hand. But you could barely pay attention to what he was saying when his fingers were pinching and rolling your nipples roughly, coaxing them into points.

“No, no you don’t,” Bucky agreed. “Because you’re only a slut for me, aren’t you, baby? My perfect little slut.” 

A hushed moan was your only response because a moment later, Bucky’s fingers dipped inside your swimsuit bottoms, sliding easily between your slick folds. 

“Fuck, baby,” Bucky groaned into your neck. “So fucking wet, holy shit.” He rubbed messily around your folds, spreading your wetness all over, bumping against your clit and making your hips jerk, seeking more. “So soft, so wet. Fuck.”

You whined behind his hand, your fingers digging into his muscled arm, not because you wanted him to pull away, but because you needed something to cling to. Bucky took a deep breath before he spoke again, his chest expanding and pressing against your back, making you feel like you were surrounded by him.

“Let me tell you how this is going to go, baby,” Bucky said, pushing one of his fingers inside your tight hole, your inner walls clenching around him. He paused for a moment while you moaned, letting you adjust to the feel of him, then he began to pump his finger in and out of you slowly. “I’m going to fuck your slutty little pussy with my fingers and you’re going to eat dinner with your brother and his friends knowing how good I can make you feel,” he murmured, his stubbled jaw grazing your cheek.

When Bucky picked up his pace, it was all you could do to stay standing. Your thighs trembled as he plunged his thick finger into you, your legs threatening to give out from the sheer pleasure. He held onto you tighter, making sure you didn’t fall. 

“Then tonight, I’m going to sneak into your room, and I’m really going to fuck you,” Bucky said, his words a promise. He added a second finger, pumping deeply in your pussy before scissoring them and stretching you. A shiver wracked your body as he drove your pleasure higher and higher. “I’ll pound into you while the rest of your brother’s friends are sleeping soundly, while Steve jerks off wishing he could get his cock in any one of your slutty holes.” Bucky’s voice turned harsh, jealousy and possessiveness thickening his tone. 

His words just made you hotter while he fucked your pussy with his fingers, the heel of his palm slapping against your clit, the soft smacking sound getting louder the faster he went. The lewd noises of Bucky fucking your wet hole mixed with the muffled moans pouring from your lips—so loud in the quiet kitchen, but not loud enough to draw any attention.

Bucky added a third finger, making you shriek at the stretch, but he only clamped his hand tighter over your mouth and fingerfucked you harder. “I’ll fuck you so good,” he rasped, lips ghosting over the shell of your ear as he spilled filth into your brain. “Every time I come around to see your brother, you’re gonna spread your legs like a good little slut and beg me to fuck you again.”

His obscene words on top of the way he mercilessly fucked your body with just his fingers was too much. When he shoved his fingers deep, his palm grinding hard against your clit, you shattered. You screamed hoarsely into Bucky’s hand, trying to stifle yourself even while you lost control and your nails dug into his arm, clinging to him as your whole body went rigid. Then you were shaking and trembling through your release as wave after wave of pleasure consumed you. 

Bucky’s fingers were still fucking you when your awareness returned, though not quite as hard, and he was whispering praises in your ear. You indulged in the pleasent hum beneath your skin, the leftover remnants of your release, until it became too much. Weakly, you dropped your hands to Bucky’s other arm and tugged on him. 

He chuckled as he removed his fingers from your drenched pussy, then pressed them to your lips. “Clean ‘em up, baby,” he murmured in a gentle command.

You obliged, mouth opening and tongue swirling around, your own musky taste coating your tongue. When Bucky was satisfied, he pulled them out and spun you around, facing you for the first time. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in close, his bulge pressing into your stomach. A little dazed smile played on your lips as you stared up into his eyes. 

His blue gaze roved over your face, taking in your contented expression. “So fucked out you forgot to be shy, baby?” he asked, a smirk kicking up one corner of his mouth. “Or have you accepted you’re my little slut now?”

That made you blush and avert your eyes. Ignoring his questions entirely, your teeth sunk into your bottom lip with your uncertainty about how to respond. Gently, Bucky gripped your jaw and tilted your face back up to look at him. He waited until you met his gaze once more.

“So pretty when you blush,” Bucky murmured, his blue eyes heavy lidded with satisfaction, which only made you blush harder. He grinned and dropped a kiss to the apple of your cheek, then the other. His lips ghosted over your mouth. “Need to taste you, baby,” he murmured before his lips pressed more firmly to yours. 

Despite your renewed shyness, you opened for him, letting his tongue slide between your lips and explore your mouth. He kissed you thoroughly, making you melt in his arms as you trusted him to hold you up. You smiled into the kiss before he deepened it, kissing you until you were breathless.

When Bucky pulled back, he didn’t go far, his lips still close to yours. “Don’t be shy around me, baby, please,” he begged in such a soft voice, you barely heard it. The longing in his tone made your heart clench and you already knew you were a goner for him—you’d do anything he asked, even try to get over your shyness.

Before you could respond, though, Bucky backed up, his icy eyes intense on you. You bit your lip against your desire to look away and held his gaze until he turned away to start pouring out the margaritas. You let out an exhale of relief and, with shaky hands, went back to chopping up vegetables for the salad for dinner.

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stop focusing on logic ⋆ ˚｡𖦹⋆｡°✩

literally regardless of the 3d, you will always get what you want. you think about how it will come to be in the 3d, by using what? by using LOGIC.

for example, you want a car but your trying to make sense of the how in a logical way like -> "how will i afford this car?" or "how will i possibly manifest a car just outta thin air?"

yes humans in our time and age in this society are born into logistical thinking but part of understanding the law is knowing that you are beyond that logic that was taught to you.

trying to make what you want "make sense" in the 3d is centered around logic and it's an issue. if you want that car or that sp, stop thinking logically about how empty your wallet is or about that 3p. just be the version of you that has it already. apply. how do you know if someone will gift you that car or if you will win some kind of lotto and use it to buy the car? how do you know if that sp was thinking about you the whole time regardless of the 3p or that they were already broken up regardless of what you saw or heard?

how do you know you will just wake up and it will all appear? the thing is: you dont know (unless you manifest the how) and thats the interesting part. logic is probably telling you that it cant happen. logic is not something that you should hold onto regarding the law.

the "how" never matters. your job is knowing its yours and knowing the 3d is always neutral. the "how" is the 3d's concern not yours. its perfectly fine imagining the how if you want to but for people trying to manifest shit while doubting if it will happen because of logic... stop. logic is nothing but limits.

you can imagine anything, you can be anything, you are imagination, you are limitless

you be someone who has it and its done. stop obsessing over a copy machine that literally copies self no matter what.

be that version of self = 3d expresses that (always the law)

even when you see something you dont like in the 3d, logic starts to kick in and tell you that what you want could never come into play, causing doubts.

example: you want that cute bag -> you see you have no money or they are all sold out in your area -> logic says: “theres no way i can get it now bc of these circumstances” -> you doubt you will get it -> now you’re in this victim state and you logic will only keep you there until you break free from it

just know that the 3d and logic are irrelevant. literally anytime i manifest something and i see the opposite of what i want, i just continue being the version of me who has what they want and the 3d always ends up doing a complete 360 and showing me what i want. if logic tells you no, you have the control, not anything else.

“how do you keep being this version of you when the 3d shows you the opposite?” -> actually fulfill yourself & know everything starts w you. do you want it or not? give it to yourself & there it is.

let go of logic because you will always get what you want when you change self instead of chasing reasons of how it will appear.

who are you BEING? forget the logic. just be what you want.

kisses, jani ☆

hey do you have any tips on plot development? how to do come up with relevant but dramatic things to keep the plot going? i also don’t want to make it too intense?

I actually have quite a lot of resources that I’ve created over the years surrounding plot development. I’ve linked as many as I could find for you:

Resources For Plot Development

Useful Writing Resources

Useful Writing Resources II

31 Days of Plot Development

Novel Planning 101

How To Write A Good Plot Twist

How To Foreshadow

What To Cut Out Of Your Story

Tackling Subplots

Things A Reader Needs From A Story

A Guide To Tension & Suspense In Your Writing

How To Turn A Good Idea Into A Good Story

Planning A Scene In A Story

21 Plot Shapes and the Pros and Cons Of Each

How To Outline Effectively

Tips On Writing Intense Scenes

Writing The First Chapter

Tips On Starting A Scene

Plot Structures

Finding & Fixing Plot Holes