Ugh, Fine. Just Crush My Dream For You, Dory!!

What an iconic duo. Love watching them together ❤️

Lizzo: Thanks @coachella … last night was amazing— @harrystyles is a treasure, gods gift to rock n roll, the light that comes from him is real and infinite.. he makes being on stage in front of hundreds n thousands easy, cus it’s w a friend. His team is incredible— and baby them Gucci coats….?!?? Thank you H, like u said “until next time” ☺️

Such a tease and so sexy

Harry’s exceptionally fabulous hip pop A.M Triple Ho 2.12.15

Wow 🤩. I like this.

OH MY GOD

How about DI Harry with a breeding kink 👀

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Harry was acting… strange.

You thought it was because his friends’ newborn baby had been quite fussy while you were out for lunch, and maybe it’d irritated him. He’d wanted you to meet them and so you arranged to meet at this quaint little café, sitting out at the terrace, but his poor friends had to take turns trying to pacify the baby the whole time, even left briefly taking turns walking around with him for a while only to have him start crying the minute they put him back down in his pram.

At one point, they’d even joked saying maybe you should try holding him just to try out your luck, and although you’d been reluctant to do so, having had no experience with babies ever since your brother, what with your significant age gap, when you took the baby in your arms it stopped crying for some inexplicable reason.

Harry even helped you hold him properly, positioned the baby so that you were supporting his head while you held him to your chest and then he just… went silent for the rest of the lunch date.

You hadn’t even really noticed it, because now that the baby was content napping in your arms, and his parents could finally grab a bite to eat and talk to Harry (or at Harry, considering his silence), you couldn’t find it in yourself to try and put him back in the pram. And if you were being honest, it felt quite nice. He was warm and chubby and he smelled like newborn baby, and as long as he didn’t drool or, worse, throw up on you, you found you quite enjoyed holding him.

At one point he eventually opened his eyes and you thought he was going to start crying again but you just smiled at him and he seemed to like it. He reached out for a strand of your hair and you gently unclasped his little fist from it, because you knew he’d eventually start yanking it, you’d seen him doing it to his mother, but as soon as he let go of your hair he grabbed onto your index finger and you were surprised at the force he had when he squeezed it.

He eventually lost interest in that too, and his eyes landed on something much more appealing to him. He let go of your finger, and you were thankful for it- it was already tingling, the blood flow slowly recovering- but then when you felt his clammy little hand yank at your cleavage you gasped as he pulled it down far enough to expose your lacey bra.

His mom immediately ran to your aid, and everyone made light of the situation joking that he’d seen your cleavage and remembered it was supper time- everyone but Harry, that is, who just sat and looked at you funny.

So now, after the car ride that had been unusually quiet, you flinched when you heard him shut the front door with a loud thud, having used more force than necessary. You didn’t get to turn around before he bent to your ear from behind you, his voice low “I want you to go to the bedroom and wait for daddy like a good girl, ok, baby?”

You nodded, not daring to turn around, you knew better than to do anything else other than what he’d told you to whenever he was in this mood.

You rushed to the bedroom, stopped by the ensuite real quick to freshen up a bit, then stripped down to your lingerie since he always wanted to be the one to take it off of you. You then got under the covers and waited for him, mindful not to touch yourself under any condition. Those were the rules.

You hadn’t expected him to want to play, he’d seemed so off that you were sure he was going to tell you how lunch had been tiring what with all the baby’s crying, but as soon as you’d gotten into the car he just turned on the radio and the first words he’d spoken had been those he’d used earlier, instructing you to go wait for him in the bedroom.

You always loved it when he got more dominant than usual, and judging by the tone in his voice he was definitely in a mood.

By the time he reached the bedroom, he’d already unbuttoned his shirt and he took it off while approaching the bed, his hands going for his belt next.

“Is my baby all comfy?” his words were sweet but the sharp edge to his voice was anything but

You nodded, bracing yourself on your elbows and watching him get fully naked. He was so hard, it almost looked painful.

“What did I tell you about using your words?”

Your eyes widened, his deep harsh voice snapping you out of your reverie “Sorry, daddy! I got lost for a moment there… looking at you… you’re so hot” you squirmed under the blanket

He grabbed the duvet and yanked it off you in one swift motion, earning a squeal. The smirk on his face made you relax a bit, but you were still on edge, you always were when he was like this

He straddled you, his thighs on either side of your torso, holding you in place. His cock was right there, proud and leaking in front of you. You could’t help but whimper needily

“What’s the matter, baby? See something you like?”

“Please, daddy, can I touch you?”

“No. No, today daddy wants to bury himself deep inside of that tight little cunt of yours. Wanna make it last, so no, you don’t get to touch me. All you gotta do is be a good little slut for daddy and let me do what I please with you, hm? My little pillow princess. How’s that sound?”

“I”ll have you any way you want, daddy. Love your cock”

“Gonna play with you a bit first. I love every bit of you. Look at those perfect tits. Take’em out for me, will you, baby?”

You made quick work of your bra and threw it to the side, then Harry grabbed you from under your arms and maneuvered you so that you were straddling him now in turn “I love it when you dangle them over my face like this, wanna suck at them all day long and never get tired. Want you to smother me with them. Fucking perfect” he groaned licking at your breasts holding them together in front of him and kneading them in his hands as he sucked on each nipple at a time. You tried your best to keep your balance over him but eventually you had to hold onto the headboard as he feasted on you. It felt so good that it made your knees buckle, but for once you cursed how tall he was because you were sitting over his butterfly tattoo, and instead, you wished you could grind over his cock while he was doing that.

“Love how your nipples get all swollen after I play with them” he pulled back a bit and just stared at them while he ran his thumbs over the buds. He then cleared his throat and glanced at you before staring back at your breasts adoringly “Can I tell you something?”

It wasn’t usual for him to turn all vulnerable while you played around, so you stiffened a bit, wondering what was prompting his change in demeanor “Of course”

“I just… can’t get it out of my mind, the way the baby tugged at your shirt. How perfect you looked holding him to your chest like that. Couldn’t help but imagine you nursing your own baby. Your breasts overflowing with milk… Is that weird?”

“Why would it be weird? It’s natural for men to get turned on by the prospect of a woman being fertile”

“And you’re definitely fertile” he glanced up at you again, his eyes hooded and his pupils visibly enlarged. He was really getting worked up over this “Don’t freak out. It’s just… hypothetical”

“I’m not freaking out” you were quick to reassure him. Besides, you weren’t hating the idea. Hypothetically. You bit your lower lip “Can I tell you something, too?”

He was quick to nod, the lust in his eyes was making it difficult to concentrate. He was still playing with your breasts, caressing them and tugging at your nipples from time to time and you couldn’t help but grind against his butterfly tattoo, desperate for some friction but you tried to word what you were about to say in a way that wouldn’t freak him out “Sometimes… when you cum deep inside of me, and you keep pumping it back inside of me… and then fuck me all over again…” he groaned while you were talking and you almost forgot what you were about to say, but you blinked rapidly, trying to gather your thoughts “I… I sometimes wish you would knock me up, make it catch. Mark me as yours…”

“Fuck, Y/N!” he almost cut you off

“Don’t freak out!”

“I’m not freaking out” he grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you close to his face as he scooted upwards meeting you half way “You think I don’t think about that? Fuck! I think about it all the fucking time” he lounged for your mouth then, his tongue already searching for yours before your lips could even touch properly. You moaned into his mouth and he rolled you over, hovering over you “Do you really think about it, too?”

You bit your lower lip again, you could barely feel the sting after how ardently he’d kissed you “Yeah, I do. I’ve no plans to get off the pill anytime soon, so I know it’s not actually going to happen, but a part of me just… pushes aside all logic in the heat of the moment and wishes you’d…”

“Make you mine. In every sense of the word”

Your breath hitched “Fuck, Harry. Why does that sound so hot?”

He groaned “You’re fucking perfect, you know that? I’ve been meaning to tell you about how I fantasize about putting a baby in you for the longest time, but I didn’t want to freak you out”

“You’re not” you reassured him again “Because I know exactly what makes you feel like that. It’s primal. And it’s so hot, daddy” you reached to kiss him again and finally, finally he ground himself against your center making you writhe underneath him

He yanked your panties off of you and wasted no time sinking his middle and ring fingers inside of you, meeting no resistance. You were so worked up you were absolutely dripping for him.

“Look at you. So fucking perfect. Something about you… fuck me, I don’t know. You’re just so fucking breedable. Makes me want to fill you up again and again. Makes me fantasize about your hips widening and your breasts leaking, all because of me”

“Fuck, daddy! Fuck me, or else I swear I’m gonna cry. It’s too much. Please”

“Shhh, don’t cry baby, daddy’s gonna fuck you good. You need it, don’t you? Deep in your bones, you can’t deny it, your body is calling out to me. I could smell you a mile away, would recognize that perfect weeping little pussy from a thousand. It’s like you’re fucking made for me. Never felt like this about anyone else. Never been hard all day long around a woman like a fucking teenager desperate to cum like this, desperate to fill you up and make it stick”

“Daddy!” you almost screamed when he finally removed his fingers that have been pumping into you all this time and used his cock instead, with no preamble. You clawed onto him, it was like you couldn’t get close enough “Oh my God, I’m gonna come so hard for you! I’m already so close. Oh, fuck!”

He pressed his palm over your lower belly “Feel me here? Feel how deep I am?”

You nodded frantically “So deep. Fuck, you’re so big. I don’t know how you make it fit”

“You’re taking it so well for daddy” he cooed and then brought that same middle finger he’d used to your lips and you immediately sucked onto it, making his eyes roll back “It’s ‘cause your precious little pussy is desperate for my cum. Your body is just begging me to knock you up. Begging me to claim you. It speaks to me in ways I can’t explain, but I understand. And you understand too, don’t you baby? My perfect girl, my best girl”

You gasped as he increased speed, dropping his finger out of your mouth “Oh God, ohgodohgodohgod—”

“There she is, my sweet girl, God I love it when you come, you’re the prettiest little thing. You just love daddy’s cock that much, don’t you, baby? Come on then, come for daddy. Show me just how much, and I’ll fill you up to the brim, gonna give you all I’m worth” he delivered a quick slap over your clit then and that was what finally sent you over the edge.

Harry made good of his promise, riding out your orgasm as he chased his own release and you felt every single twitch of him inside of you, as well as heard him groan like never before, almost animalistically. It truly was primal, the need you both felt for each other. And it was so liberating to finally be on the same page with someone and be able to express your sexuality in ways you never even thought possible. Sex with Harry was never just sex. It was a kind of intimacy you’d never even dreamt of before. And this had proved to you yet again that you truly were made for each other.

Daddy issues- Masterlist

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He was so young but so talented even in the beginning

12 years ago, Harry appeared on the TV and stole everyone’s hearts. He has been a constant in our lives, a place we can go to when we need a friend, our home. Isn’t he lovely? 🥺🤍✨

the new harry photo is giving "i just fucked my wife/girlfriend behind stage and now she's being cheeky by taking a photo of me re-buttoning my trousers".

Side eye - mean dom!h

I will proofread it and add details tomorrow, I hope you guys will enjoy it for now! I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes, I'm tired hehe.

Don't mind her, she's tiny ok 🤏🏻

Jenny was on the stage finishing her show.

Unlike any other day, Harry decided to stay under the stage where they had a small lounge area until it was time for him to perform.

It was just him and his girl, who was wearing the tiniest dress he had ever seen. He was the one who bought it for her, he wasn't so sure why he was acting surprise, but the boner inside his pants knew very well what they needed: a quick fuck.

They were sitting on the couch when Harry began squeezed her thigh, his hand sneaking under her dress, meeting her bare pussy.

"Looks like someone is ready? Why aren’t you wearing your underwear? You know I don't Ike the thought of others seeing the cunt that belongs to me." He said, meeting her clit with his thumb, making slow movements around the little nub.

"I knew you would want to have a quickie," she said, closing her eyes and feeling her breathing becoming uneven, being well aware someone could walk in at any time.

"Oh you knew that I would? It looks like you are the one so desperately to be fucked all the time that you find it better to walk around bare like that." He took his thumb off of her clit, undoing his pants, throwing the fabric of his trousers on the floor, alongside with his boxers. "Is that what you want? Having me bending you at random times of the day and giving you my cock until you can't walk?"

He held her hips and manhandled her body, putting hee on her knees on the couch, back turning to him as he straddles her backside, rubbing his cock against the fabric of her dress. "We need to be quick, though, I have a job, can't keep fucking you any time you want, needy little thing."

Harry lifted her dress, watching her ass on display for him, he slapped her cheeks twice, leaving the mark of his hands on her soft skin, laughing as she whined.

"Please sir, I want you now," she begged, looking back at him with her beautiful Bambi eyes.

"Always get what you want, spoiled brat." He positioned his cock on her hole, pushing it all in one go, moaning as her warm walls welcome his hard cock. "Fuck, such a good pussy ya' have," he said, beginning his thrusts, giving her no time to adjusting.

Jenny only had two more songs left.

Y/n hold onto the higher part of the couch for support as Harry worked himself inside of her. She could cry by the pleasure feeling growing on her body, she loved being fucked fast and raw.

She loved how Harry knew what he wanted from her, so he just took it.

Loved how his lips were on her neck, giving the skin hickey visible enough for the whole crew to know exactly what they were doing.

"Don't stop, please," she said, bringing her hand to her clit and messaging it, bringing herself close to her climax. "You are so big, filling me up so good."

"Yeah? Treating my little slut right?" He asked, slamming his hips against her. "When we get to the hotel I'm gonna fuck you again, gonna take you on the balcony so everybody can see who owns you."

He slapped her ass again, his ringless fingers feeling weird on her skin. She enjoyed the feeling of the cold metals against the burning marks.

She moved her finger faster, knowing that Harry was also close to his orgasm. Harry harshly took her hand away, replacing her fingers with his own, while picking his pace.

His balls were ready to release all of him inside her cunt. He worked himself in and out until he felt his lower belly burn with a well known feeling. Ropes of his cum left the tip of his cocky, painting the walls of her pussy while Y/n cummed on his cock.

Harry didn’t have to warn her about her noises, his smart girl already knew she must kept herself for him and only him. Harry continues fucking her until he was sure she had milked all of his seed.

He carefully pulled out of her, watching the white cum dripping down her legs right to the leather couch. He kissed Y/n's cheek, and fixed her dress, helping the girl in a sitting position.

"I need to go now, but you stay here, alright?" He said while putting on his pants, giving her a side eye. "When I come back I'll clean you, but you need to keep my cum inside, ok? Gonna do tha? be my best girl?" He asked, finished his trouser and kneeling in front of her.

"Im gonna give you my cock again later, you just need to be good to me while I'm working, I might even buy you another one of those pretty shoes you like, how does that sound?"

"Sounds good, H," she said, feeling light-headed.

"Yeah? Good, now take a nap, you gonna need rest for when I fuck your pussy tonight." He kissed her nose innocently. "Bye, love you.'

"Love you too, H." Was the last thing she said before closing her eyes.

I missed this during the live stream

What intro vid? Have I missed something 😭

The intro before harrys coachella set started. Was hard to see exactly what was happening on the official live stream but this video has the whole thing where you get the full picture of what's happening

Enjoyed this so much. A must read.

https://www.instagram.com/tv/CWsBjsogtu7/?utm_medium=copy_link

my brain straight thought about him edging you and all you want is for him to finally just fvck you and then he say what is in the video 😭😭

EDGING

A/N: you asked for it and im serving it. get ready for the juice!

WARNING: adult content, edging... bc he is just obsessed with it.

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He is still wearing his light blue shiny shirt.

And nothing else

You’re lying across the king sized bed of the hotel room you share, only your lacy thong covering your soaking wet pussy that’s throbbing for him, a pained whimper slips through your trembling lips when he steps closer to the bed and wraps a hand around his rock hard cock, staring down at you with greedy, dark eyes. This is not the soft Harry who likes to cuddle you every night, who brings breakfast to bed just to see you smile first thing in the morning, who always surprises you with little gifts to brighten your day.

No, this version of him is dominant, demanding and in full control of you. Just how you like him.

He came off the stage extra cheeky tonight and judging from the way how he could barely keep his hands off of you at the venue, you knew things would get heated pretty fast as soon as you’re alone.

“What do you want, baby?” he murmurs, a sly smirk on his lips as he gives himself a few slow, but sturdy pumps.

“Harry, please!” you moan, your thighs shutting closed to create some friction at least. He’s been taking his sweet time with you, he stripped out of your dress as if you were a gift to be unwrapped, made you stand against the wall as he sank to his knees, biting into your ass cheeks, his hands coming to tease between your legs that were shaking from excitement. Then he threw you to the bed, like an absolute cave man and made you watch him strip from his light blue pants and underwear, leaving him only in his shiny shirt, because you told him before the show how much you liked it.

His chest is rising and falling in a steady rhythm, some of his post concert sweat is still glistening on his warm skin and you’re dying to touch him, but you know if you don’t do what he tells you, you won’t get what you want.

“Keep them open, baby. Want to see how desperate you are for me,” he warns you, a hand coming to push your knees apart so he sees your wet cunt. “Touch yourself, let me see just how wet you are.”

Your hand moves down your chest and stomach until you reach the elastic of your underwear, but before you could reach under the fabric, he speaks up.

“No, over the thong. Want to see it drenched.”

Another whimper falls from your lips as you press your fingers against your clit, finally feeling your nerves reacting to a touch, but it’s not the one you desire the most. You move your two fingers up and down, pressing the lacy fabric into your cunt, between the lips as it soaks up your arousal.

“Does it feel good? Or do you want something else, baby?” he hums, cocking his head to the side as he keeps stroking himself lazily.

“Feels good, but I want you!” you breathe out as you try to get yourself closer to relief, but your body is working against you. It only wants Harry and you can’t blame yourself.

“Yeah? You want this?” he asks glancing down at his throbbing dick. Your voice dies in your throat so you only nod, but it’s not enough for him. “I want to hear you, baby. Beg for it.”

You moan at his words, your thighs twitching to close again, but you remember what he said about wanting them open so you force yourself to obey.

“Please!” is all you manage to get out. Harry steps closer to the bed, his hand letting go of his cock before moving to grab your wrist and pushing it away from you. With one swift movement, he rips the last piece of clothing, making you gasp from the sudden pinching you feel as the fabric gives up around your body, and he throws it to the side without batting an eye. It’s not the first piece he has ruined and surely not the last one either.

He places a knee to the edge of the bed, leaning over your shaking form, his cock springing freely with each movement he makes and the way his tongue slides across his lips gives you shivers.

“You know just one please is never enough for me,” he warns, his voice low and raspy after tonight’s show and you could come just from his words at this point.

“Fuck, Harry! Just… Ugh!”

It’s torture, how his fingertips tap on your clit a few times before drawing a few slow circles, teasing and playing with you.

“Just what, huh? You want my cock? Does your pussy want to be properly fucked?”

“Yes!” you cry out, your whole body on fire. He grabs the base of his cock, brings his hips closer, just enough that he can drag the tip across your lips, pushing a tiny bit into your hole, but pulling back right away. “Harry!” you moan almost as if you were in pain, but in a sense, you are. Every second that passes without him inside you is a painful one and you want him to end your misery.

“I told you, I want to hear you. You ask nicely, you get it. Stop being a brat and use your words.”

Fucking hell, this man will be the death of you.

“Harry, please! I need you to fuck me, need your cock inside me, please! I’m begging!”

The smirk on his face is so smug, so confident, you love it even if he is making you suffer. You’d do anything for him and he knows exactly just how much power he holds over you.

“See? That wasn’t so bad,” he chuckles, dragging the tip across you once again, tapping it a few times on your clit, smearing your wetness all over him and you as well. He pushes himself against your hole again, just the very end of the tip entering you, but doesn’t move, only watches you through lustful eyes as you fall apart for him.

“Harry! Fuck me, please!” you cry out, one hand coming flat against his toned stomach as he moves a bit closer, hovering over you. Running your hands up his chest, his neck, you lace your fingers through his hair and pull him down for a needy kiss that he returns gladly. His lips are sucking and tugging on yours, tongue invading your mouth, melting together with yours as his cock is still not inside you.

“Love it when you are so desperate for me, baby,” he growls, positioning his hips so his cock slips between your lips and he moves a little, slipping between them, the tip pushing against your clit over and over again.

He keeps this up, his head moving to the crook of your neck, marking you up as always so you already know you’ll have to wear a turtleneck tomorrow, but now you just want to feel him everywhere.

Then he pulls back, lining his cock up with you and you’re sure he’ll finally give you what you want, but just as you feel the tip entering you again… he pulls back. You gasp, tugging on his hair a little harder as he smirks down at you, so pleased with himself.

“Harry…” you breathe out, but he just chuckles, enjoying the game.

“Edging,” he then murmurs and with one swift movement, he thrusts inside you.

He fills you up fast and so perfectly, you’re convinced you were made for each other. He doesn’t give you time to adjust to him, starts moving rapidly, slamming his hips against yours mercilessly, pounding into you just how you like it. One hand comes to your thigh and he urges you to lock his waist with your legs, you’re more than happy to obey, allowing his cock to bury deeper into you.

“So needy for me, yeah? Who fucks you the best, baby? Let me hear it from you,” he groans into your neck, wet lips brushing against the spot he sucked on earlier.

“You, Harry! Only you!”

“That’s right. You’re mine,” he growls before biting into the soft skin, making you gasp from the sensation.

He is pounding into you so hard, you keep sliding further up on the bed until your head reaches the headboard. He stops for a moment, turning the two of you around so you’re on top, one hand on his chest, the other holding onto the headboard and you barely get situated before his hands grab onto your hips and he starts thrusting up into you, doing the job himself instead of making you ride him.

“Fuck! You’re so good, Harry! I’m so close!”

“Want to cum, baby? You think you deserve it?” he teases you, a few curls sticking to his sweaty forehead, his whole body glistening in the dim lighting.

“Yes! Please, let me cum!” you beg, your eyes meeting his and an animalistic growl erupts from his chest. He pushes himself up into a sitting position, wrapping his arms around you, caging you in them as one of his hands comes to your lower back, guiding you, hinting that he wants you to finish it.

“Ride my cock and make yourself cum, Y/N. Come on, I want to see you using me.”

“Fuck,” you gasp as you start moving your hips, arms clinging onto his broad shoulders. His face is buried in your neck and chest, kissing you wherever he can reach. Though you love the shirt on him, you want to feel him fully naked, so you tug at the fabric and he is quick to rid himself from it, his naked, toned arms wrapping back around you as you relentlessly ride him, feeling your orgasm building up and nearing.

“My girl is using my cock so well, look at that. You like it? You like my cock?”

“I love it,” you nod eagerly and craning your neck you capture his lips just when you feel the end nearing. “Can I cum? Please, Harry, I want to cum so badly!” you beg to him against his parted lips, your breathing mixing together.

“Yes. Do it! Cum all over my cock, baby!”

That’s all you need to explode, pleasure washing over your entire body like a tsunami and you scream his name, your walls tightening around him which brings him over the edge as well. He cums inside you, filling you up so well you’re sure it’s gonna be dripping out of you very soon. He is gasping and panting against your chest, his breathing warming your already heated skin.

You stay like that coming off your high, his hands gently rubbing your thighs, ass, hips and back, lips peppering soft kisses onto your collarbones. When he moves the two of you, laying you to the bed you grunt as he slips out of you, leaving you so empty, already aching to feel him inside you again even though you’re completely ruined at this point.

“I’ll take care of you, baby,” he mumbles, kissing your lips softly before getting up from the bed and disappearing in the bathroom. He returns with a damp towel and he carefully cleans you up, but you don’t miss the smug grin on his face when he sees just how good he fucked you, his semen dripping out of your now sensitive cunt.

“Like what you see?” you chuckle tiredly.

“I sure do. Love to see my girl full of me.”

“And you’re full of yourself,” you scoff, but reach for him to pull him down for another kiss. “I have to get up to pee, but I’m so tired.”

“We also should have a shower,” he smiles, pecking the tip of your nose. He reaches under you and easily picks you up into his arms bridal style and you have no idea how he has the energy to carry you to the bathroom after a show and the way he just fucked you. You stood at the backstage the whole time and only rode him at the end and you’re still completely sent.

He carefully sets you down to the toilet and you do your business without a care as he starts the water in the shower, grabbing two towels for you. When you’re finished, he helps you into the spacious walk in shower so you don’t slip and then insists to soap and wash you, taking good care of you. And just like that, he is back to caring boyfriend mode.

And you just love all versions of him.

This is great advice

Manifesting 101

1. Know what you want: It doesn’t have to be super specific but it can be! Define the experience you want as much (or as little) as you want. This is just a mental activity, you can create a list if you want but it’s just to know what you want. Take it as a brainstorming session.

(Optional but in the long run will make things easier)

1.2 What’s holding you back?: Write every single reason why it couldn’t work, let it all out. Now realize this are stories, try to find their source (did your mother tell you so? Or maybe it’s because things like that don’t happen to people like you?) either way, it’s bullshit. Turn every limiting belief into an affirmation. Write them down, keep them on your phone and read them twice per day for a week (minimum). As you read them make sure to feel what you’re saying. This will help you to create new thought patterns.

2. Speak it into existence!: Now comes the fun part. How do you want to manifest it? Maybe script everything as you want it to happen, visualize your outcome, say “wouldn’t it be nice if…” and forget about it, play and pretend you already have it, do the 55x5 method or maybe the 2 cup method, create a vision board…the possibilities are endless and everything works as good! Choose the one that calls to you right now and put all your focus and energy into it. Make it fun, make it easy, there’s no way you can mess it up.

3. Let it come to you: As a lovely follower said the other day, your order is on its way! There’s no need to stress about when or how it will come. Just know that you said what you wanted and now it will find its way towards you. Think of it as an amazon package. When you keep refreshing the tracking page seems like it never arrives but if you keep doing your own things an enjoy your life then seems like that package came super quickly.

Now it’s time to enjoy your manifestation✨