Thumb pring cookies - recipe, make little hearts and fill them with your favourite jam, or even better, make a jam, recipe.
Muffins with mystery fillings - recipe, chose a few fillings, like fruits or jams, randomly choose between them.
Checkerboard Cookies - recipe, choose colour that represent hestia, like browns, oranges and lavender. It can be a quite time consuming baking project, so plan ahead, get a podcast or a show going. A fun pasty like that needs to be celebrated, so invite your friends over to enjoy it with a movie, or plan a themed party or competionion including chess.
Bread or foccacia baking - use it as an excuse to invite your friend over to decorate bread.
Mini apple pies - recipe, apple pie is such an autumn staple, and what other season fits Lady Hestia better but autumn.
Marranitos - recipe, a Mexican Pig-Shaped cookies, since pigs are Hestia's symbol.
Button Cookies - recipe, sewing is such a Lady Hestia related activity. Button are also a very easy shape to achieve, but it adds a little sprinkle of fun. It's an easy thing to decorate.
Use this time to share with others and take care of your community. Make sure to accomodate allergies or diatery preferences. Sometimes shelters or community spaces don't accept homemade food from people that are not signed with them.
Hello witches and witchlings! Today I did a prosperity spell for my boyfriend and I wanted to share my work with you :3
What is a prosperity spell?
It's pretty self-explanatory ^^ a prosperity spell is a spell that's supposed to attract prosperity into your life or whoever's life you're casting the spell on!!
What ingredients do I use?
ā” Salt - Some people say salt isn't neccessary for spells, but I always use it both for protection and so that the spell doesn't work on me instead of the person I'm casting it on. But it's up yo you whether you use it or not.
ā” Rice - For attracting prosperity, I usually use white rice.
ā” Basil - For good luck and protection.
ā” Coins - For attracting money.
ā” Cinnamon - For attracting prosperity, wealth and success. I used cinnamon sticks but use it in any form you want!
ā” Bay leafs - I usually use bay leafs for wishing. I like to use them in spells for my intentions to come true. You can write your intention on the bay leaf and burn it or crush them and put around your spell candle.
ā” Honey - For a sweet life with no trouble. You can also use sugar if you prefer, I used honey because I ran out of sugar. Honey to me is also a sign of wealth so I guess it works well ^^
ā” Green candle - green is a colour commonly associated with good luck, wealth and growth, but if you don't have a green candle, white works just fine.
ā” The fool tarot card - the fool represents infinite potential, new beginnings and positivity
ā” The sun tarot card - the sun represents success, joy, optimism and accomplishment. If you want to attract positive things then it's a good card to use
ā” The queen of pentacles card - i used it mostly because I associate my boyfriend with this card but pentacles suit also represents money alongside other material stuff
How to perform the spell?
First I cleanse my tray with an incense, I love to use rosemary or lavender for that. As I cleanse my space I say my intentions:
"I banish all negativity from this place. I banish all energy left from previous spells. I only welcome what I want to appear. (Boyfriend's name) attracts joy. He attracts wealth. He attracts money. He attracts job opportunities. He attracts only positive things" etc.
You can say whatever you wish to attract.
Then I put the candle in the middle and other ingredients around it. Sometimes I shape them like a pentacle, sometimes I leave it in a cirlce. It's up to you. Important thing is that you focus on your intention while doing the spell.
I put the cards on my tray, light the candle and then burn one bay leaf for my wish to come true.
(Worth mentioning: I put my tray where the sun shines as I believe it will attract joy and good things and will charge the spell with it's energy)
When your candle burns out, the spell is completed!
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Feel free to share your spells too! And I hope to see you soon! ā”
I was born to fly: my bones are light and hollow, unable to hold any weight at all. I have a long nose, and soft velvety skin that keeps me warm in flight. My big darting eyes can see prey from far away, and can track it across the plains.
I was born to soar: but my wings are missing, they were never made in womb. I am stuck, plastered flat upon the ground, the very Earth itself pulling me towards her core. Every millimeter raise of a finger aches. Up aches. So I tremble , pressure taut over my chest.
I was born to glide: my skin burns in the daylight, my eyes more comfortable in the dark. I had sharp fangs I sanded down, painfully sharp nails that cut if not trimmed. My ears identify all in the silence: electricity thrumming, crickets chirping, a running car humming.
I was born to fly: freedom is all I want, to travel places with those close to me. But I canāt, so I stay. Flying is a dream now, a ghost of color I see in the corners of my mind. So I write, and conjure up images of flight for me and those like me.
It bothers me so much that the healthcare system relies so much on the patient's ability to advocate for themselves, organize their history, and be so persistent against every medical āprofessionalā who says thereās nothing wrong/they can do. But so many struggle with fatigue, brain fog, and face such ingrained systemic barriers, that the people who need and deserve help and support canāt access it.
I saw something recently that resonated with me: āAccess shouldn't depend on who has the energy to fight for it.ā And Iāve never agreed with anything more.
Keeping a journal of letters addressed to Hermes; you can also use a code name for him, such as "diary", if needed
Keeping a picture of him in your wallet
Collecting coins and shiny objects
Writing letters to friends or loved ones who live far away
Writing stories and poems
Having imagery of feathers, wings, turtles, or hares around (feathers and wings are especially good in a Christian household)
Having rabbit, turtle, sheep, hawk, or ram stuffed animals
Wearing jewelry that reminds you of him; a caduceus necklace is extremely easy to find online and is often associated with other things but is still a major symbol of Hermes
Having a candle that reminds you of him (no altar needed)
Dedicating any morning drinks to him (coffee, tea, energy drinks, etc.)
Participating in any sport
Making a list of jokes or quotes that make you laugh
Making a list of good memories
Watching comedians, live or online
Engaging in activities that bring you joy
Spending time with loved ones
Spending time with pets and bonding with them
Volunteering at a homeless or animal shelter
Honoring deceased loved ones, including pets
"Borrowing" things from big corporations
Setting money aside to save if/when possible
Exploring new places you've never been
Supporting small businesses
Taking a walk
Learning non-obvious forms of divination (cartomancy, shufflomancy, pyromancy, etc.)
Keeping a dream journal
Exercising if able; get some movement throughout the day
Creating something with your hands or imagination (writing, drawing, carving, something inventive and creative)
Donating items you no longer need
Buying a meal for someone who needs one
Showing kindness towards your fellow human
Making a list of things that made you happy throughout the day and that you're looking forward to
Carrying a good luck charm on you; keep a lucky coin
Collecting souvenirs from new places, even just the next town over
If you have a car or bike, show it some love
Be kind to animals; feed neighborhood dogs, cats, birds, etc.
Volunteer at an animal shelter or farm; volunteer at a homeless shelter
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May add more later! This is my list of discreet ways to worship Hermes, so far. Please enjoy, and take care! š§”
Wow wtf HIV/AIDS was discovered by Flossie Wong-Staal, an Chinese-American woman, and sheās the reason the HIV test even exists. AND THEN she invented the molecular knife that lead to treatments for HIV/AIDS. And sheās STILL ALIVE. We donāt hear about the contributions of Women of Color enough, my word. Madness.
you can always tell a major breakthrough is made by a woman, a woc or any poc because itās either completely ignored or never credited like it just happened by itself
- ā - a/n: ā§ reposting this fic because tumblr nuked it from the tags. if you ever happened to find the original two-parter floating somewhere lmk :3 ā§ latest project ā Shanks ā§
- ā - tags: ā§ reader is a member of the straw-hats ā§ light!voyeurism ā§ teasing ā§ fem!reader ā§ some subby!sanji and dom!reader but Sanji-kun is a true switch :3 ā§ panty sniffing ā§ begging ā§ male!masturbation ā§ cum play-ish ā§ leg fetish(?) ā§ body worship ā§ humping ā§ Sanji gets a nose bleed so there will be mentions of blood ā§ idk how else to tag this but reader teases sanji and he's a lil desperate cunt-slut ā§ never had a beta, we die like fools ā§
āBye, guys! Stay safe!ā
Ā Seated on Frankyās mechanical shoulders, Chopper waved back at you. His adorable laughter drifted past the treelines along with their farewells and energetic chaos fleeing towards another mini adventure. One you would not be a part of this time.
Ā The rest of the crew left you on board with the promise to return soon as they scoured for supplies on an inhabited island, but with the way Luffy sped awayā and Nami shouted after himā you knew there wouldnāt be much hope reigning in the Captainās excitement.
Ā You could trust Luffy to disrupt a plan and completely derail a simple situation. His shouts and the crewās calls for him to slow down faded faster than the dust he left behind.
Ā The seconds ticked.
Ā You held your breath.
Standing alone, you listened intently for the silence to shatter the way you have become accustomed toā only to hear nothing but the squawk of birds resting on the mast. Undisturbed and unthreatened. Without so much as a song or laughter to burst, the ship rocked against the crystal waters of the shallow shore as you stood on the massive boat.
Ā The world quiet, the view serene.
Ā āYes!ā You let out an excited squeal, stomping your feet on the grassy deck in a silly dance of freedom and peace. āItās finally quiet!ā You shouted, laughing to yourself when no one answered you but the flaps of the wind against the furled sails above you.
Ā There were no shouts other than your own, no arguments or explosionsā no disturbances of other people.Ā Finally!Ā After five weeks of non-stop excitement and open sea, you twirled, jumped and danced your butt off with no one to interrupt or insult your ridiculous display of glee because you were alone!
Ā āThey all left, yes, yes!ā
Ā You sang merrily, taking up space with wide arms and a beaming smile.
Ā You loved the straw hats. Travelling with them has been the most thrilling adventure of your life. They were amazing! Incredible, free-spiritedā but sometimes, when the songs turn repetitive, and the merriment mutates into mayhem, you just want time to yourself.
Ā Having grown up alone, you had become accustomed to the stillness of an empty room. It was comforting, the calmness of your own company and the hyper-independence it developed. A stark contrast to the life you started with your new makeshift family, and after so long of bumping and sharing space with colourful, loud personalities, you were thankful for the chance to stretch your arms and lay on the soft grass.
Ā A moment to unwind, relax, and hear nothing but the waves below and revel in the tranquillity of solitude.
Ā āNow, iced tea on the deck or a long bubble bath?ā You mused out loud, whistling while making your way to the kitchen, āor both?ā You paused up the stairs.
Ā You sought to utilise all the time you had with maximum relaxation ā with the way Luffy screamed over the odd-looking animal that stole his fruit; reading a book in the bathtub right now would guarantee no disturbances or uncomfortable attention for a while. No long lines or perverted interferences. You could take your time soaking in the warm water, and if they arrived by late dinner, they would find you already sated, happy and relaxed in the kitchen.
Ā Ā Right, decisions finally made, you went back down the stairs.
Ā First, you needed your book back from Usopp, who swore he would finish and return yet never did, so you made your way to the boyās quarters. They have lockers with their names, so it wouldnāt be too difficult unless he stashed it somewhere else, hopefully, the room wasnāt too messyā āDamn,ā you heard someone hiss, a low voice that stopped you in your tracks, followed by inaudible murmurs that most definitely belonged to a man.
Ā Ā Fuck. Just like that, your good mood died, snatching your solitude away before you had the chance to indulge in it fully.
Ā There was someone else here wrecking your fantasy and all the excitement of relaxing alone. No one ever said you would be guarding the ship with another person, yet the sounds of shuffling filled you with instant disappointment as you stood outside the room with the door slightly ajar.
Ā You eyed them carefully through the crack, peeking in to seize a glimpse of who was ruining your day of fun, only to catch a wisp of blonde hair and a streak of smoke before you heard him hum something to himself as he shrugged off his suit jacket, clearly undressing.
Ā Oh.
Ā Swallowing your nerves, you spied from the slim gap through the doorā watching smooth, slender hands loosen and tug on the tie around a pale neck until it slipped out and neatly folded on the dresser in front of him.Ā
Ā You paused, disappointment somehow melting as something else fluttered through your body. Something hot. Something wicked and indecent thumped an ache in your core as you watched him unbutton his top collar.
Ā Then the second.
Ā Third.
Ā Unwittingly, your thoughts began to drift. Obliviously slipping into a heated dream envisioning how his strong hands would feel on your hips, your waist, gripping your supple skin when he presses you into his chest. The hot wisps of smoke and spice fogging your perception when he tilts his head down to yours, lips soft and slightly partedā¦
Ā Sanji rolled his neck, popping the tension that released a low hiss from him, startling you out of the fantasy you unknowingly faded into before a sudden realisation rooted you to the spotā you were watching a man undress.Ā
Ā Ā YouĀ were watchingĀ SanjiĀ undress.
Ā You only needed your bookā a simple noise or shuffle would make your presence known, but you watched Sanji rake his fingers through his hair instead and toe off his shoes, standing in the middle of the room.
Ā You werenāt all that sure about the layout of their quarters, considering you wereĀ usuallyĀ respectfulā but you could tell Sanji was closer to the beds and had a medium-sized dresser beside it with a sink and mirror in the corner. The room was spacious, bigger than the girlās quarters, including a sofa and table in a sunken spot nestled in the middle of their room.Ā It wasnāt as disorganised as you pictured. A lot of colourful knacks matching different aesthetics, but they all had a place that belonged to them. A piece of individuality.
Ā You leaned back, hoping you went unnoticed by the man who often sang for your attentionā and Namiās and Robinās, and any pretty girl he laid his eyes on. He was shameless, obscene. Yet thereĀ youĀ stood, watching him unwind and strip ever so slowly exposing a physique you never expected from the shipās cook.
Ā The wavering sense of guilt drifted from your consciousness, fading into a vague afterthought with every second you spent gazing into the rift through the door as if it were luring you into depravity.
Ā You wondered why you held your breath when his humming stopped.
Ā Say something beforeā
Ā His tired groan flushed warmth on your cheeks as you ducked behind the frame, shamefully peering into the room and watching him finish unbuttoning his blue striped shirt with deft fingers. Gingerly unclasping the buttons one by one until the shirt hung loosely on his shoulders. Over soft skin and hardened muscle.
Ā It was almost elegant how he shifted his cigarette with his teeth to avoid the tiny trickles of ashes from falling on his suit, then gently placed his black jacket on the bed with grace you couldnāt fathom as he slid the shirt off his broad shoulders in the same motion.
Ā Brightening the room, hitching your breath.
Sanji... he was beautiful.
Ā In a gentle sort of way, with poise, strength and a style all his own. In an amorous way that kept you fixated on his toned back. His broad shoulders, smooth chest, and the cut of his well-defined abs. In the sense that had you admiring the grace of his movements and all the years he must have spent perfecting them.
Ā You have watched him work while travelling with the strawhats these last few weeks. For no other reason than admiration,Ā at the time, because you respected his power and the regency of his fighting style. But now, in the absence of stubborn rivalry and heart-eyed temptationsā to glimpse the softness of his smile for yourself was like witnessing the shimmer of undisturbed water shining in the light of a spring day.
Ā Peaceful.
Ā A smile all his own, no snarky comment or perverted leer to taint the innocence or sincerity of his expressionā you could only describe it asĀ pretty.
Ā It had you clutching the hem of your sundress, crouching down slightly when his lithe body sauntered from your sight. Was he preparing to take a shower? Did they have their own private facilities? Or is he about to walk out and catch you and your hidden decadence for unassuming men?
Ā Your mind raced with questions, mixing with a perverted sort of fascination you dared not to admit, leering behind the door that hinged on the stillness of your presence.
Ā Sanji turned back to your frame, humming another tune that was all too familiar when music played merrily on the deck. He sounded at ease, his voice carrying through the room softer than the smoke that swirled around him.
Ā You bit back a smile, unintentionally slanting into the door, craving more than a slim peek into the room. deeper than a glance, especially when his hand inched towards his pants.
Ā His movements were effortlessā if it were not for the click of the buckle and the loud snap of leather, you would have missed how he unclasped his belt with one hand and yanked it fluidly with one rough tug out of the loops.
Ā Fuck, that should not have been as attractive as it was, yet heat flushed anyway like it was coursing through your blood vessels, pumping your heart into a sensual beat out of its control. As much as you wanted to deny it, and turn your guilt away, it forced you to realise how difficult it was becoming to justify your presenceā and even tougher to care about the intrusion of Sanjiās privacy.
Ā He would have done the same, right? Though Sanji would have been less conspicuous and ten times more audacious, it was still innocent for you. For now.
Ā Ā āWhereās?ā He mumbled before a softĀ ahaĀ came right after, a blue towel appearing in your field of vision. Hard muscles and a lean torso shifted through the gap, his back to you as he fiddled with something you could not see.
Ā Your gaze lingered, slinking down every tight ridge and exposed skin you were blessed to witness.
Ā There was a beauty to him you had not seen before, a tenderness to his features you only noticed now through the sliver of light. The colour on his cheeks, the tilt of his lips, the little curl of his eyebrow most people teased him for. There was something feminine about itā a spark of gentility he may have inherited from his mother, not that you knew much about that, just a softness he seemed to be blessed with.
Ā It was admirable how he took excellent care of his things too. Rolling his belt, setting aside his cufflinks, buffing his shoes, even hanging his shirt over the chair to be later washed and pressedā you know he did after Brook thanked him for kindly ironing his shirts as well.
Ā Perhaps there is more to him than silly sexual deviances. More than hazy eyes over full tits and round ass-cheeks. Sanji was diligent. Thoughtful. Tender.
Ā Whereas you were the deviant leaning in a little too intently now, your perverted gaze following the veins on his forearms as he stretched them above his head, emitting low groans when his back pulled tautly and the muscles constricted tight.
Ā Ā You squirmed, the sounds of his groans and sighs making you clench your thighs as you watched him stretch, then admired himself in the mirror, rubbing his chin over the dark hairs you wished he wasnāt thinking of shaving. You liked the facial hairā almost as much as his ass when he leaned forward to splash some water on his face.Ā
Ā āWait..ā you murmured out loud without thinking. When did he snuff the cigarette?
Ā Shame filled you instantly. Sanjiās ass distracted you for too long because now he was wiping his face with a clean blue towel, droplets of water rolling down his sturdy neck before they were selfishly wiped away just when you began imagining licking it off his skin.
Ā You huffed, your feet planted to the floorboards, unable to speak louder than a tortured gasp while your thighs cinched to ease an unpleasant ache when he ran his hand through his hair again, with pretty blonde strands falling wet over his face. Over sweet eyes and high cheekbones.
Ā It was exhilarating, intrusive, and extremely impolite, yet you could not turn away or apologise for the violation, too mesmerised by the physique usually clad in lavish suits. Only witnessing a faint glimmer of the man you had never known beforeā lurking behind the shadow of the door frame that separated you from him and spared him from your wandering stare.
Ā There was a clink and a small flame before the smell of smoke wafted through the door once again. A thick cloud of vapour swirled around Sanji as he tilted his head back, eyes closed and basking in the serenity of the surrounding silence. Much like you wanted to before you became lustfully distracted, spoiling his privacy. Invading his space. That guilt you previously estranged yourself from inched back into your consciousness as Sanji sighed softly, looking every bit of the peace you intended for yourself earlier.Ā
Ā Your teeth latched on your bottom lip, nervousness churning, desire twisting into a sick delusionā your prying had to end. Even Sanji deserved the politeness of privacy.
Ā So, you turned to leave, determined to ignore all you had seen, just for the floorboards to creak under your weight when your feet shuffled a little too loudly.
Ā Your body stilled, you felt your pulse explode, and excuses and apologies were ready to spill from your trembling lips as you whipped your head back to the doorā only to freeze when you caught him unbuttoning his pants.
Ā He stood there, shirtless, hair damp and dark pants low on his hips as the zipper rang louder than the blood rushing in your head.
Ā A smothered gasp escaped behind your hand, an inaudibleĀ āOh god,āĀ choking out beneath the pleasured grunts you heard through the wall. Sweat beaded down your temple, somehow feeling hot and sticky despite the chilling wind that ruffled your hair, tickling the flushed skin of your chest as your breathing quickened.
Ā He was... touching himselfā idly, lazily, using the heel of his palm to rub on his crotch as it steadily grew into a heavy bulge pressing into the teeth of the zipper.
Ā āFuck...Ā ā
Ā You squeaked, thankfully no louder than his own low grunt.
Ā His teeth peaked through his smile, chuckling at something past your sight. His smile was sultry, his laugh airy. Thank God, no one could ever see the creeping blush up your neck overĀ Sanji. Or feel the stickiness that marred your panties over the sight of his erection lewdly shaped beneath the fabric of his dark pants. The man who needed blood transfusions whenever he saw a pretty girl.
Ā You would have felt humiliated if you werenāt so distracted. And breathless, lightheaded, and not to mentionĀ wet.
Ā His ridiculousness was why you never noticed these things before, like the slenderness of his long fingers, or how his sharp jaw clenched to keep the cigarette in placeā or the elegance of his strides across the room to place his shoes in the locker and hang his suit jacket before stepping into the sunken sofa.
Ā A new light, a new Sanji to youā a voyeuristic secret you could never confess even through the stuttered breaths of your own arousal.
Ā Ā Shit, shit, shit!
Ā He was right there, facing youā yet unaware of the glowering eyes and thundering pulse a few feet away from him. At least, thatās what you hoped as you watched him throw his head back over the couch and rub the back of his neck tiredlyā teasing you with a view of his sculptured body and the heavy tent straining against the zip of his pants.
Ā Fuckā¦ he was a vision. Perhaps if he had a fraction of this elegance towards women, he would have them falling at his feet, begging for his attentionā panting his nameā raking your nails down his smooth chest.
Ā Caressing him the way your fingers unconsciously mimicked on the door as you pressed yourself against it, tits hot and heavily squished into redwood, desperate for cool relief on your flushed skin while straining to see past the hem of his pants. He was so close, yet out of reach, as you watched his hand run down his neck, gliding it on his chest sensually before grasping the chubb that had him sighing lowly into his own touch.
Ā āJust a little,ā he groaned, rubbing on his cock lazily, as if he was convincing himself to indulge in his own pleasure, ābefore they come back.ā
Ā Oh god, oh god.
Ā You werenāt in the right state of mind to be making decisions when every grumble and low hum of his vibrated straight between your thighs. Pooling slick in your panties that had you chewing on your bottom lip to sanctify some sanity when heated arousal rushed through your body.
Ā āWe have time,ā he murmured, shifting in his seat to tug down his pants a little more, dark blonde tufts of hair peeking through, giving himself room to breathe with his underwear sliding just beneath it. His chubb was fat and still hidden, but you could see the tip twitch with every squeeze of his abdomen, teasing himself with the friction rubbing upon his dick. āuhh, yea,Ā please.ā He moaned a sweet sound seeped in desperation, his eyes closed and hips jerking, playing his fantasy out loud, his hands clenched by his sides. āTouch me, please, Iāll be goodā, he whispered, smiling as he did, a flush colouring his cheeks. āJusā for you, yea? All you. Pretty girl, make me so hard.ā He choked the last word, taking the cigarette out of his mouth for a steady breath of air before clenching it back in his teeth.
Ā Ā You were a mess.
Ā You had to stop, turn awayāĀ breathe.
Ā Sanji was begging, whining to be touched as he bucked his hips, using his abs to move his cock in his pants. Edging himself in a fantasy you only hoped to be a part ofā but you could never dare to interfere. Your chest heaved, nipples taut and stroking against the door, gripping the handle so it stayed put even as your legs shook from the pressure to keep you upright.
Ā Leave, you had to leave.
Ā Move your feet, release the grip on the door and shift your weight to the side.
Ā You manually counted your breaths, ripping your gaze from Sanjiās pleading stare.
Ā Leave, just leave.
Ā āDon't leave,ā he whined, sitting upright. āat least let me watch you too, itās only fair.ā
Ā Ā It was as if a wave of cold, salty, ocean water dunked on you from the way you shrieked at the sound of your own name.
Ā The door creaked, opening wide, betraying you by exposing the statue you had become and on the brink of collapsing from shame or even darting from his sights if you could have managed to work your knees.
Ā Though his eyes were free from shock or disgust, he looked almost excited. Eager. The cigarette clenched in his wide grin; hair pushed backā you could see how his eyes glowed.
Ā You gaped back at him, shock contorting into a dry wheeze you couldnāt control while his smile curled into a light chuckle, amused by your flustered expression.
Ā āDonāt leave,ā he repeated, the invitation sounding almost kind coming from his lips, a charming smile hidden behind an obscene request while tugging on his pants when his hard cock pressed too tightly in its confines. āWatch me,Ā please.ā
Ā Sanji asked you not to leave.
Ā Sanji saidĀ yourĀ name while asking you not toĀ leaveā not to leave watching himĀ masturbate.
Ā Your breath fell past your lips, frozen just outside the bedroom door, your blood still humming through your body. You were stuck. Mortified. No matter how many times you rephrased or repeated it in your head, you could not move or answer him in anything but a squeak.Ā āWhy?ā
Ā āWhy not?ā He countered, striding towards you, bulge still prominent. āYouāve been watching me the whole time. Why stop now?ā
Ā Ā āNo! I-I didnāt mean toāā
Ā He nodded teasingly, āyou liked it.ā Sanji snickered when you snapped your mouth shut, your denial ruined by the searing shame choking your words as he stalked closer. āI liked it too,ā he said lowly, āmade me soĀ hard.ā
Ā āI wasnātāā you huffed, desperate to explain yourself despite the way your gaze flickered down at his chest with every pathetic stammer. āI just wanted- and then you- itās onlyāā
Ā Sanji laughed, waving his hand dismissively with his cigarette pinched between his fingers, twirling a ring of smoke between you. āDonāt worry about it, sweetheart. No harm in a little peeking,ā his teeth flashed prettily, excitement shining at your bashful glances towards his shapely crotch. āIf you want, maybe you can make it up to me. Iād hate to tell the rest of the crew what you did.ā
Ā āHow?ā You hated how timid you sounded, so you cleared your throat and stood straighter, only taking a small step back when he got closer, heart thundering and notĀ at allĀ bothered by his proximity. āItās not like Iād let you watchĀ me. I know what youāre like.ā
Ā āDo you?ā
Ā āY-yes.ā
Ā His curly brow quirked up, amusement glossing his tone, āYou donāt sound so sure,Ā dearie.ā
Ā āI know youāll just brag about me looking at you as if Iām some horny perv lurking around the boyās roomāā
Ā āBut you are,ā he interjected, taking a slow drag of smoke and blowing it downwind. āI wasnāt the one caught lurkingāā
Ā āThis time!ā You bristled from the accusation, digging an accusatory finger at his firm, muscled chest, lingering a second too long before snapping. āYouāre the one always butting in when the girls bathe.Ā YouāreĀ the one trying to sneak a glance when we change!Ā YouāreĀ the rude one!ā You shouted, guilt clawing in your chest when all he did was smile. āI didnāt mean to! Iām sorry, okay? But donāt make me out to be a pervert likeĀ you.ā
Ā Sanji rubbed his chest sadly, palming the exact spot you touched as if he were cherishing the contact with his big hand sprawled on his own skin. āAw, darlinā,ā he cooed with a cute pout on his lips, ādo I make you uncomfortable?ā
āNo!ā you shrieked a little too quickly, āI-I mean, yes! When youāā
Ā āWhen I undress?ā
āGod!āā
Ā āWhen I rub my cock?ā
Ā Your cheeks burned, a strangled whine slipping before you could clamp your teeth on your bottom lip, āThatās not! Youāā
Ā āI, what?ā he purred, tilting his head down again, the simmering scent of smoke tickling your lips, āyou canāt even look at me in the eye, but you had no trouble watching me stroke my cock to you. Did watching me make you wet,Ā darlinā?ā
Ā The lie spilled in an undignified splutter, the wordĀ noĀ holding too many syllables when you tried to say it.
Ā His laughter chimed in your ears, a vibrant sound that brightened his face, and though he was laughingĀ atĀ you, a part of you softened from the sight. Mesmerised by it.
Ā Pretty.Ā ShimmeringĀ waters.
Ā Somehow, it helped you release a steady breath, perhaps for the first time since you discovered him. Putting you at ease and in control.
Ā Taking another step back, it was easier to blurt out your next half-lie. āI wasnāt watching you, I came for something.ā
Ā Ā āIs there any chanceĀ that thingĀ beingĀ me?ā
āThere is a better chance I slap you if you donāt back the fuck up.ā
Ā Ā āPromise?ā Sanji chuckled, a rosy blush tinting his cheeks. He invaded your space again, smoke and soap stroking your senses while his hands stayed respectfully by his sides. āWow, dirty words sound so pretty when you say it.ā He tilted his chin, inching closer, lips inviting, āSay fuck again.ā
Ā In your head, you slapped him. You pushed past his large, dominating frame, and went on your way to enjoy the bath you had planned and forget all that you have seen.
Ā In reality? In the sensuous bubble of arousal he encased you inā the curse tickled his lips in a low murmur. Like a pre-emptive kiss he savoured by swiping his tongue on his bottom lip just so he could taste the words you teased as an insult.
Ā āAgain,ā he pleaded, slanting you into the wooden railing. Gripping the beam. Almost chest to chest. Almost touching.
āFuck,ā you breathed, āyou.ā
Ā āPleaseā¦again..ā
āSanjiāā
Ā āmmhh..ā
āāfuckā¦ you.ā
Ā āShit.ā his laugh strained into a desperate husk.
Ā You could almost taste it. And you wanted to, to taste him that is, because you could tell he was cracking. In a singular moment, you turned the tides on him, taking the upper hand and the dominance he flexed exposing you. And like a switch, Sanji was pleadingā his adams apple bobbed, lips parted, eyes blown. Not anything like the charm he exuded earlier. He sounded helpless. Distraught. Struggling against the invisible line you still held between you, yet honouring the boundary you have placed because he was still aĀ gentleman.
Ā You admired that.
Ā Part of youā the wretched, drunk on lust part you shoved in a cage most nights to escape her fantasiesā wished for him to push the waters and break the barrier. To feel the warmth of his skin pressed against yours. His hands, his lips.
Ā His eyes shined instead. Hooded and sparkling a desire you mimicked with your slow breaths.
Ā The birds squawked above, and Sanji finally found his voice.
āCan I masturbate to you?ā
Ā āHuh?ā
āYouāre so pretty, so tempting,ā he said. Flexing his grip on the beam as if it were a lifeline. āI loved it when you were watching me. If you donāt want me to touch you, thatās fine. I wonāt push you. But please, watchĀ me. And I promise it will be just between us, okay?ā
Ā You squirmed. The words of rejection faded faster than they formed while you tried not to shrink under his pleading stare. You could feel your back pressed against the rail, digging into your skin as Sanji stood tall, shirtless and strongā caging you with his hand gripping the wooden beam right by your hip. Your bodies close, breaths hot and almost in sync, yours just a little shakier as you contemplated his invitation.
Ā To watch him. Openly.
Ā Why was it so daunting with his permission? With his lust blown eyes homed in on yours. Longing for something more than your stuttered breath to brush his skin.
Ā Even in the open air, all you could feel was the heat raying from his bare chest and the twinge of smoke fanning around you. His arousal straining yet inches away from contact with your thigh he keeps achingly out of reach. It was just him, you, and the birds sitting on the mast, but it felt like you were locked in a steel cage with hundreds of spectators waiting on your next move.
Ā You couldnāt hear them above the raging waves of your own thoughts. However, it was hard to stay objective when the currents that pulsed in your blood rushed between your thighs, dousing you with a tender ache that was becoming harder to ignore.
Ā When you took too long to respond, his smile faded. āIāll leave you beāā
Ā āSit back down,ā you commanded, pushing on his chest and smiling when he shuddered beneath your palm.
Ā Sanji grinned. He took your hand, your name spoken softer than any ballad as he whispered it into your skin and placed a kiss to accompany the warmth it spread. āYes, my lady.ā
Ā In the depths of his eyes, you fell. The world blackened and you plunged deep into his domain. Into his desires.
Ā Tethered only by the delicate hold he kept of your hand, you stepped into the room behind him, keeping your head up despite the nervousness that swirled within.
Ā The anonymity you deluded yourself into believing snapped when the door closed behind you. Sanji was freakishly deceptive. Of course, he knew. Of course, he was teasing you. But the genuine plea that shined in his eyes made it impossible to walk away.
Ā He looked soĀ cute. So masculine and vulnerable at the same time. You wanted to see more of him it drove you right into the lustful fog that blanketed the space in between.
Ā When he released your hand, you found yourself missing the contact of his large palm clasped in yours.
Ā Sanji took his place back on the sofa, thighs spread, and lips parted in breathless excitement. But before anything else happened, he snuffed his bud in the ashtray in front of him. āYou can walk away any time you want, sweetheart. No hard feelings or awkwardness, okay?ā
Ā Your shoulders visibly relaxed, unaware they were ever tense, but it made you smile anyway. Grateful for the reminder and the familiarity of his gentlemanly deference.
Ā āI know,ā you give him a genuine smile, ājust between us, yeah?ā
āOf course, darlinā.ā His smile mirrored yours like the glimmering waters they are modelled after. Putting you at ease and in control once again when he affirms; āJust between us.ā
Ā With a deep breathā you cooled your expression, while his eyes shined as an air of apathy befell around you.
Ā There was no turning back from this, and as you stood there, shielded from the cooling wind and the anchoring weight of the door you once hid behind, you realised that you truly didnāt want to.
Ā You were inside.
Ā You had his attention. You could watch himāĀ Sanji,Ā undress, and pleasure himself without anything obstructing your view or fixate on the shame twisting in your gut this time because heĀ invitedĀ you in. Led you by the hand while you pretended the contact didnāt ignite anything.
Ā That the warmth of his hand clasped in yours didnāt buckle your knees when you stepped over the threshold. Or that you could still feel the brush of his lips on your fingers.
Ā You could continue pretending none of it mattered because this was just a game, and you were good at playing games. You could play this one with him too.
Ā āSit back,ā you ordered after finally finding your voice, āāand show me what you were doing.ā
Ā āFuck,ā his hands fumbled.
Ā His excitement forced you to chew on your bottom lip to surpass a snicker. It was endearing, but you held onto your indifference like a vice. You were looking forward to seeing him unravel.
Ā āKeepāā he swallowed thickly. āKeep talking to me like that.ā
āLike what?ā you watched him palm his cock through his pants again, his erection growing harder with the new stimulation beneath his hand. āTell you how I like to watch pretty boys touch themselves?ā
Ā You crossed your arms, smirking when his attention locked on to the swell of your breasts curving over the top of the dress, flashing delectable skin that had him swiping his tongue hungrily. āI think youāre a little pathetic,ā you shrugged, āand predictable.ā
Ā His lip tilted. āI guess I just canāt help myself.ā
āHmm, well, youĀ canĀ have a little more decorum, though. Be a little less obvious too.ā
Ā He chuckled airily. āNot when Iām stroking my cock to you,Ā darlin.ā
Ā Sanji shifted slightly, dragging his pants down lower and exposing more of the dark blonde trail that led past his waistband. Taunting you with a flash of skin you couldnāt turn away from. āWant to see how hard just looking at you makes me?ā
Ā A smile peeked through despite your best efforts. āI can see well enough from here.ā
Ā āThatās not what it looked like before,ā he teased, cupping his balls through the fabric. āI thought you might fall through the door from how far you leaned in trying to sneak a peek.ā
Ā āI wasnātāā
āI thought we were passed the bashful lies, sweetheart?ā
Ā You peered down at him through your lashes, ignoring the flush creeping up your neck from his sultry gaze.
Ā Neither of you said another word for a minute as the room filled with Sanjiās breathy sighs. He was using his abs again, clenching them and bucking his hips to rub his cock against his pants. The friction making him grip the sofa. His lips part.
Ā Your thighs cinched watching his reddened tip slip through when his pants slid further down. He looked wrecked already. Pearly dribbles of pre-cum smeared over his abs, trickling over the toned lines and ridges with every jerk of his hips, adding a lewd sheen to his skin as the rise and fall of his chest quickened.
Ā Just standing there stumbled whines from his throat, you wondered about the sort of sounds he would make into your neck.
Ā āSanjiā. His gaze snapped up. āUse your thumb for me,ā you said softly. āRub on your slit, I want to see your tip get sensitive.ā
Ā āSh-it, like this?ā
āGood boy.ā
Ā He moaned.
āOh,ā you grinned. āYou like that, huh?ā
Ā Sanji nodded timidly, his blush darkening when his control slipped. He didnāt mean to confess such a kink, but the way you purred the praise sent shockwaves up his spine. Made his cock twitch, hand tremble.
Ā āI like how you talk to me,ā he confessed lowly. āYour voice, how it sounds when you say my name. How you lower your tone, or your breath catches when I groanāĀ fuck. It drives me crazy.ā
Ā You hummed playfully, nibbling on your bottom lip when he canted his hips into his hand rhythmically. Now completely free from the confines of his slacks, his cock stayed caged in his fist, his shaft long and slender throbbing with a hue that matched his cheeks as pre-cum slicked loudly, coating his fingers in its sticky mixture while you stood there ignoring the wetness soaking your own panties.
Ā āYou look desperate already, Sanji-kun.ā You teased lightly, hiding your hands behind your back so he couldnāt see you dig your nails into your palms. āDo you like being watched that much? I can see you leaking, your cock is so wet, and weāve just started. Are you going to cum so soon? Thatās sort of pathetic, donāt you think?ā
Ā āI canāt help it,ā he groaned, damp blond strands falling over high cheekbones. āItās like your eyes set me on fire. Igniting everything that sits under my skin, burning me through, it feels so good, it almost hurts.Ā Fuck, sweetheart, I canāt imagine what would happen if you touched me. Your hands on my chest, your sweet lips on my neck. If you so much as leaned into me, letting me breathe in your scent,Ā uhh-shit- Iām ashamed to admit I might cum untouched.ā His throat constricted, seizing his words into a tortured rasp. āDarlinā, for my sake, for myĀ sanity, you have to stay back and let me just watch. Let me look at you and imagine all the ways youād set me alight with just a kiss.ā
āWould you let me?ā you asked breathlessly. āKiss you, I mean.ā
Ā āOh, in a heartbeat.ā
āEven if youād gush blood and pass out?ā you couldnāt help the giggle.
Ā āEven if it were myĀ last,ā Sanji groaned desperately. āTo kiss you would be the end of me, and I would pray theyād bring me back so I can do it again.ā
Ā Your chest tightened hearing the affection hidden beneath his moans.
Ā There were deep crescent shapes in your palms now, the skin reddened and pinched from your efforts to maintain even an ounce of control, but the sting paled in comparison to the drum of your heartbeat slamming against your ribs. Rattling the bars of your sanity the longer you stood in his presence.
Ā Sanji looked at you as ifā as if he would never see the light again.
Ā With awe, longing, and something close to anguish when the light shines further away from him. As something beyond his reach yet to be cherished and marvelled at all the same. To be revered. Desired. Loved but never possessed because it wasnāt his place to assert his will, but to bask in the warmth the light spread.
Ā It was intoxicating, and he was unravelling faster than you anticipated.
Ā You could tell from how he thumbed the thin veins forking along his length, how pre-cum spilled over his fingers, pooling at the base of his cock and how his chestĀ heavedĀ that he was chasing a fast-approaching release that had him stuttering your name past his lipsā involuntarily rising heat all the way to the tips of your ears.
Ā Sanji was too erratic. Too frenetic.
Ā Moaning and thrusting and rolling his wrist over and over his shaft so fast, it was a wonder he remained conscious. He looked unbalanced. A sort of frantic that reminded you of all the times he over-excited himself and exploded into a fit leaving him comatose and bloodied.
Ā You had to slow him down, to set the pace for now only to have him moan in a melody of salacious cries later on, and then bend him into a rhythm only your pulse can match.
Ā At your mercy,Ā yourĀ control.
Ā In a way that wouldnāt end with the rest of the crew returning to find Sanji dead on the floor seeped in his own cum and blood. This is exactly how this was heading if you let him continue down this path.
Ā Whining incessantly while fucking his tight fist in faster strokes, his teary gaze seared straight into your core, almost certain you could feel the warmth of his touch from across the room as you fought the urge to squirm and find the power to bark:
Ā Ā āStop.ā
Ā The command shot straight through him. Snapping him at attention like a stinging whip on his back.
Ā His jaw ticked. Veins pulsed.
Ā Sanjiās rigid composure would have been comical if his erection hadnāt slapped against his stomach. Angry red and swollen with need, it looked almost painful, especially with the way his brows twisted miserably as he panted heavily glowing with sweat and desperation.
Ā āBreathe.ā
Ā When he inhaled a wheezing, sharp breathā you shook your head, instructing him to go slower. Calmer. Until his shoulders laxed and his throat swallowed a decent gulp. āGood boy, just breathe for me.ā
Ā Sanji nodded meekly, even managing a smile as he clenched and unclenched his hands on his knees, wiping off the gooey, sordid evidence of his arousal in quiet shame.
Ā You observed him critically, assessing his mental and physical state and deeming him a little untethered. As if he were floating, glassy-eyed and adrift in his own mind until enough deep breaths grounded him back to your focus. You watched him come to grips with thingsā his attention shifting to his pants bunched at his thighs, to his cock standing full mast, to the hot air suffocating the room.
Ā Sanji sighed wistfully, threading his trembling hand through his sweaty bangs and out of his face, a deep blush colouring his cheeks.
āFeeling better?ā you asked gently. āI just canāt have you passing out on me before things really get started.ā
Ā It took him a moment to find his voice again. His throat was dry despite the wetness clinging to his skin.
Ā āSorry. Iām justā Iām so hard,ā he chuckled weakly. āCanāt,Ā uhhā I canāt imagine what you might think of me right now. How ridiculous and pathetic I might look being soā soĀ enamouredĀ by you.ā
Ā You shrugged to lighten the mood. āI always assumed you were a two-minute man, but I wonāt tell anyone.ā
Ā The laughter didnāt quite reach his eyes as he flexed his fists, actively avoiding the erection pulsing against his stomach, or the truth of his blinding lust and the dizzying spell it held over him.
Ā āI thought I couldā I thought I had more control, like when we were on the deck.ā Sanji said sullenly, vaguely aware of the festering insecurities. āIt was exciting being the one to tease you, to look down at a beautiful woman like you and makeĀ herĀ flustered. Being so close to you was- it was soĀ hot, electric evenā but having you watch me right now in that commanding tone is ten times more intense. ItāsĀ addictingā itās also humiliating and thrilling all at once. I feel so contorted and ā¦ Iām embarrassed to admit how far Iām willing to let you break meā. He confessed shyly.
Ā āSanjiā¦ā
Ā āBut that somehow turns me on even more. Itās justā¦ youāre so beautifulā. Sanji whispered gravelly, āItās just not fair what that does to me.ā
Ā āItās okay,ā you released your own shaky inhibitions with a slow exhale and offered a tilted smile, warmth tickling your cheeks upon his conviction. āI like seeing you this way. It was fun on the deck, how dominating you were teasing me. But right now, your eyesĀ shineĀ and itās really flattering.ā You smirked playfully, āPretty boys like you look best when theyāre sweaty and desperate.ā
Ā Sanjiās blush was much more obvious than yours, his fair complexion making every inner thought radiate through his skin, but he stayed quiet for a few seconds, his smile strained.
Ā āBe honest with me. If-if I hadnāt said anything, would you have walked away without a word afterwards?ā
Ā You thought about it for a moment, stunning him with your impassive gaze towards his raw vulnerability.
Ā There was a touch of wistfulness in itā in the tenderness of his question making it clear that your answer would mean more to him than simply feeding his egoā he needed to feel desirable,Ā worthyā so with a wicked idea, you took those steps forward to bridge the gap between you and relished when his chest hitched visibly as you stood planted between his open thighs.
Ā You pulled him back from the edge, only so you could push him down yourself.
Ā You were so close he could reach out and touch you now if he wanted, his leg could press against yours. His arm could brush your thigh and call it an accident, or he could even brazenly drag you into his lap to finally feel relief on his aching cock. It wouldnāt even take much strength on his part, to grab you by the arm and yank you into his awaiting heat. Your body warm and pressed against his. Flushed and tight.
Ā But as you peered down at himā his lashes wet, face burning, pre cum glistening. Hands stilted on his knees as he inhaled your scent so deep it filled his chestā you know Sanji would never cross that line, not without permission.
Ā You felt powerful in that fact. In the knowledge that you could break a man as powerful as him with a caress, a word. A kiss.
Ā āYes. I would have walked away,ā you confessed firmly. When his expression fell, you bent down at the waist, the words brushing on his lips. āBut I would have paid extra close attention to you.ā
Ā His mouth fell open, your name almost coherent in the pitiful whimper that escaped disguised as a breath. Yet he still managed to smile despite the blood rushing to his head. āSweet God, youāre cruel.ā
āAnd youāre shaking.ā
Ā HeĀ was.
Ā Already unsteady and trembling to keep himself upright. To stay conscious and not let his vision completely glaze over as white spots danced across your face, sparkling you in a tantalising light he fought to keep in his sights even if it muffled his other senses when your scent enveloped him too. Erotically feminine and something so distinctlyĀ youĀ his pulse ticked beneath his jaw.
Ā āMore, please..ā
āmhmmā you have to open your eyes and look at me, Sanji-kun. I might get sad and walk away if you donāt.ā
When he finally opened them, you were blessed by the sight of shimmering tears glossing wide, love filled pupils.
Ā āyāknowā¦ā you sighed, fighting the warmth spreading between your thighs, āwatching you made me realise something.ā
Ā āWhat?ā
Ā āThat there are layers to you, and I liked discovering them.ā The noise he made resembled a strangled animal when you brushed your thumb over his soft cheek. āYour patience, tenderness, diligence, I never paid it any special attention until today. How you take care of your things, how gentle your hands areā I never thought you would be soā¦ā you swiped your tongue upon his bottom lip. āBeautiful.ā
Ā āFuck..ā his eyes rolled. A full body shudder raked down his back this time, prickling every fibre etched in his being and ultimately triggering sensitive blood vessels in his nose to pop suddenly as spurts of cum pre-emptively dribbled out of his tip.
Ā You giggled. āAre you okay, Sanji-kun?ā
you watched him shake his head inaudibly, hips humping the air for much needed relief as the blood trickled down his nose in slow drips. Almost mimicking how his cock drooled obscenely.
Ā He wouldnāt last much longer like this. Every muscle, nerve and vein burned to keep himself tethered to the seat. āMore, I beg you. T-talk to me more, ām soĀ close..ā
Ā His plea sounded hoarse even to his own ears, but it made you smile all the same.
Ā āI think,ā you trailed off, flickering your eyes to his lips, then wiping off the blood gently. āI would have paid attention to your laugh.ā
Ā That sobered him a little bit, the confusion furrowed his brows.
Ā āYou looked at ease, even though you were teasing me. I liked hearing you hum, chuckle, seeing you smile. You looked relaxed. There was something attractive about it, I canāt quite explain how much I enjoyed seeing that, even before you unzipped your pants. I thinkĀ IĀ was a little enamoured byĀ you.ā
Ā His expression glowed. āR-really?ā
Ā You nodded earnestly. āYouāre beautiful, Sanji. Thatās why I was watching you, why I had to walk away cause it made me feel guilty to see you so ā¦ unguarded.ā
Ā āIāā
āDo me a favour,ā you cupped his jaw with a warm palm, ādonāt pass out.ā
Ā Before he could reply, Sanji tastedĀ heaven.
Ā It was the slightest touch on his lips, barely a kiss, hardly a brushstroke, but it was enough to hear something akin to an angelās song as he was bathed in a white light.
Ā Or ā¦
Ā His eyes rolled so far back, his vision became discoloured, and the sound he heard was a high-pitch whine that tore through his own throat and reverberated in the room.
āOnĀ yourĀ knees.ā
Ā Sanji collapsed, gasping and quaking on his hands and knees as if heād been fighting for his life. Which, in a way, he really was. Fighting to keep some blood in his system that hadnāt already poured into his cock or down his nose when the heat coiling in his belly burned that much hotter from your kiss. Scorching him, blistering the goosebumps that prickled along his flesh making him hypersensitive and numb all at onceā numb to the sounds outside this room, hypersensitive to your every move. And ifĀ anyoneĀ were to find him like thisāĀ no, he didnāt care. You were a dream he never wanted to wake up from, even if it ripped him apart, and heād be damned if anyone came to ruin it now.
Ā Instead, he chewed on his bottom lip, savouring the taste of you, of your sweet gloss and plump lips and dizzying scentā but when he reached to fist his cock to the memory of you pressed against himā Sanji couldnāt stop himself from keening loudly when your foot pushed his hand away.
Ā āI didnāt say you could touch yourself, cutieā.ā
Ā āWhatĀ canĀ I do?ā Sanji quivered up at you pleadingly. āIāll do anything, please. Oh please,Ā pleaseĀ tell me what to do for you, darlinā.ā
Ā āTake off my shoes.ā
Ā You lifted your right leg for him, offering up your foot clad in the strappy sandal and watched him inhale sharply through his nose.
Ā āIāā his adams apple bobbed as he sat back on his heels, āI can touch you?ā
Ā This was a test, a prank. You were only playing with him. the kiss was enough to kill him, and your smile was too sinful to be sincere, but he prayed, nonetheless. Pleaded and hoped and then choked on his own spit when you nodded firmly.
Ā āYes, but only my legs. And if youāre a good boy, Iāll give you something better.ā
Ā Sanji nodded heartily, murmuring his thanks and gratitude for the opportunity presented to him, his voice carrying a thick layer of emotion he didnāt have the sense to evaluate for this blessing. Only knowing the relief he felt when your bare skin pressed against his, whispering the praises into the cleft of your ankleā his lips brushed a chaste kiss, a sweet touch that could only be seeped with devotion.
Ā You wouldnāt have heard it at all if it werenāt breathed into your skin, ardently sincere like the last prayer whispered by the helpless. So, in an act of mercy, you brushed his hair back and tilted his head up towards you, holding him delicately as if heād shatter by your hands. Which you were fully capable of doingā but you presented him the tenderness of your smile instead, verbalising your consent and letting it flow soothingly between you.
Ā He took a few seconds to stabilise himself, though even with your permission, Sanjiās touch felt shaky against your skin as if he was unsure about your words or his own strength to maintain consciousness, but he did anyway. Willed himself with the strength to harden his spine and indulge in his deepest desires. Just this once, while you still graced him with it.
Ā His hands were warm, soft, and gentle. Everything like the man they belonged to as Sanji stroked your leg sensually, starting from your knee all the way down to your ankle. His long fingers pressing and squeezing the supple skin beneath his palms, curving along your plump flesh pulling quiet sighs you didnāt bother to hide that he drank in greedily, relishing in your pleasure as if it was pierced straight into his vein.
Ā āyāso beautiful,ā Sanji groaned into your leg. āI canāt believeāā he shook his head, ridding himself of the doubt that plagued him before dragging his lips along your calf as his fingers fiddled with the strap that wrapped around you. Achingly slow and deliberately unhurried. āYouāre so soft, itās incredible. Even your legs are gorgeous.ā he spoke as if thorns were scraping his throat, every word coming out in a low rasp filled with need. āEvery part of you sets me on edge,ā he continued, his kisses following where the straps once curled, āā as if Iām holding on by my fingertips, and the only thing that keeps me from breakingā from plummeting and colliding into the ground isĀ you.ā He slipped your shoe off and placed it gently to the side, your foot now bare, then moved on to the other leg and gave it the exact same treatment. āButā¦ its also like youāre waiting for me at the bottom, ready to unearth me and giggle as you dust off the dirt from my shattered bones.ā
Ā You feel his kiss on your ankle again, a breathy sigh tickling your flesh as you swallowed your nerves. āWhat if I am? I like you beneath me.ā
Ā āI donāt mind,ā he replied easily. He held you up carefully, his grip firm yet tender as he kneaded the taut muscle, every caress and gentle stroke pooling desire deep in your core. āIf it were anyone else, I would have done what I usually do by making a fool of myself as soon as the rest of the crew left.ā The heat of his stare was almost unnerving. āBut it wasĀ you, and I never felt more compelled to fall.ā
Ā Fuck.
Ā You lost your resolve, and your expression softened with a laugh that fluttered out like the butterflies tickling your chest. āYou shouldnāt look so attractive with your cock so wet, Sanji-kun. Itās unfair, and hard to remain impassive when you look so beautiful desperate for me.ā
Ā āIām sorry, darlinā.ā He laid his cheek against your leg, exhaustion weighing him. āWe can stopā, he offered sincerely. This momentary pause gave him the clarity he needed, the fog inhibiting his senses cleared enough to think. Though his cock still ached, there was a layer of calm settling too. Your comfort important to him above all else. āYouāve done more than enough for me,ā Sanji pressed another kiss to your knee, your shoe accompanying its twin on the floor, āmore than I could have hoped for already. It wonāt take much for me to finish on my own. You were wonderful, darlin'.ā
Ā āYou would stop, just like that?ā
Ā āOf course,ā Sanji affirmed candidly, his eyes kind. āLike I said, I would do anything for you. My pleasure is secondary.ā
The words hung in the air, but your plan was still in motion.
Ā āTell me, then. What would happen if I touched rightā¦here.ā
āAhh-uhh!ā
Ā āDoes it hurt?ā you cooed sickeningly sweet. āhmm, from your expression it looks like youāre enjoying it a little too much.ā
Ā He bobbed his head frantically, blonde hair flailing with the movement, your devious plan wrecking him immediately. āYe-es, in the-uhhĀ best way, angel. Fu-uuck, I-I canāt believe youāre tou-ching me like this.ā
Ā āYeah? yālike it that much?ā you laughed airily. āYour balls feel soft on my foot, all rounded and heavy.ā Lifting your leg up higher, you rubbed your leg on his length, sliding it up and down, skin to skin, until those salacious moans spilt from his mouth in loud cries. āwow, itāsāwarm and wet from all the pre you were leaking earlier, too. How gross.ā
Ā You hummed delightedly, watching his cheeks blossom into another sweet blush, his eyes glazing over immediately as Sanji shuddered and keened beneath you with the familiar scent of desperation clouding the room in a thicker layer. A potent, charged atmosphere that had you panting as you watched Sanji unravel once again in the short time you had him under your commandā your plan a success.
Ā āYouāre dripping all over again.ā you teased with another slow drag of your foot, his balls resting on top while his shaft twitched upon your shin. āLook at how your pretty cock leaks! All red and cute! So much cum, Iām surprised you havenātĀ squirted.ā
Ā Ā āohh-ahh, sw-sweetheart donāt be me-eean!ā
Ā āIām not!ā you insisted through unfiltered giggles. āLook at you, humping my leg! Gettinā yourself all worked up from just touching me, youāre so cute, Sanji-kun.ā Your laughter seized as you clicked your tongue, faux disgust colouring your tone as you rolled your foot over his long shaft, collecting the stringy wetness that drooled from his tip on your toes. āTsk, your cock is makinā a dirty mess all over my leg, though. Could you be anymore pathetic?ā
Ā āām soārry,ā he squirmed. āCa-an I clean itĀ uhh-up?ā
Ā Ā You leered down at him, āonly if you use your mouth, pretty.ā
Ā Sanji licked long strokes along your leg, collecting the sticky essence that spit from his tip the harder he rolled his hips. Swallowing his own dirty arousal while fervently grinding his cock along the curve of your leg with no sense or rhythm, only following the lust you stoked within him, stumbling moans, hitching his whines. Begging and squeezing his eyes shut to prevent the tears from falling, but you saw them anyway.
Ā You saw everything. How his chest concaved with every breath he took, how his balls pulled tight on your foot, how deeply and utterly he was at your mercy.
Ā It filled you with pride. Along with a dark sense of satisfaction you couldnāt quite place to have Black-leg Sanjiā bounty over a billion berries, the left wing of the future king of the piratesā whinging and coating your skin with his arousal.
Ā And you had one more trick up your sleeve. One that could possibly kill him, but you wanted to push the boundaries.
Ā Ā See how far you could bend him before he snapped.
Ā āYou canāt cum yet,ā you sang cheerily, weaving your fingers through his hair again. āYou have to be good for me, okay?ā
Ā āFuu-uk, ām tryinā!ā Sanji cried out, his last threads of control almost slipping from his grasp, stitch by stitch, seam by seam, but he gripped them tighter in his fists, and fiercely blinked away the fog misting his vision just to have the chance to gaze upon your smile for a little while longer. āI wo-onāt, jusā for you. Cause you-you asked.ā
Ā āGood boy. Now, tell me you like it.ā you gave his hair a firm tug, directing focus to his bucking hips. āTell me how much your cock aches, how hard it is, how much you love touching me.ā
Ā Sanji shuddered, another frantic nod dizzying his vision as he jerked his hips harder. āI do! So-so muchā, he hiccupped. āI lo-Ā ohhh,Ā uhh, yes!ā I love you touch-inā me. Teasinā me, makinā a mess of me-eeeāĀ ahh, shit! Tou-uch me, please, fuck! Please, I love itā love your eyes, your voice, your touch. Iāll die,Ā ohh, god-oh god, lemme jusā die like this, itās oka-ay if itās you. For you, all you, fuck-fuck!ā
Ā āI think you deserve your reward now, Sanji-kun.ā
Ā Sanji snapped his head up, his hips stilting. āThis-this isnāt the reward?ā how could it not be? He was touching you, kissing your body, smearing his cock all over your pretty leg. What could be better than this?
Ā You pulled back from him, and slowly, painfully slow, deathly slow, you lifted the hem of your dress.
Ā He first saw your thighs, thick and supple, making him swipe his tongue along his bottom lip just imagining the taste of your sweat, of the grooves of your cellulite.
Ā Ā your dress lifted higher, and his hands flexed, picturing squeezing on the squishy flesh and feeling it fill his palms and pudge out against his fingers where he couldn't quite grasp.
Ā This was the reward, yes? Pretty, coloured thick thighs heād be happy to touch, to worship with hips he could sink his teeth into, full and curved and beautifully rounded.
Ā But your hand lifted higher. Higher. Until he ascended so high he heard the angelās song again, welcoming him to paradise.
āWipe the blood firstā¦ good boy. Come here, itāsāokay,ā you tugged him closer, his face inches away from your panties. āYouāve been so good, I thought you might like to ...ā your cheeks burned, āTo touch.ā
Ā Ā He could smell it now, the wetness that made your thighs clench earlier. That had you sighing and chewing on your bottom lip as he chased his own pleasure. The arousal that allowed him this far with you, coating your pink panties and,Ā fuuck.
Ā You-your pantiesā¦ theyā they had the cutest bow on it. right above your mound and the lewd wet patch he ached toā¦ āDid-did you say touch?ā
Ā You nodded, tugging him closer by his hair. āI wonāt take off my panties, but I donāt see why you canāt use them to get yourself off, just this once. Itās what you always wanted, right?ā
Ā What he always wanted.
Ā āAreā¦ are youĀ sure?ā
Ā What he always wanted and prayed and dreamed and lusted afterā but he had to make sure. To know this is whatĀ youĀ wanted. Sanji couldnātā heĀ wouldnātĀ be able to live with himself if it werenāt your desire too. Even if he was seeing double and the room tilted on its axis or his blood pooled on the floorboards more than his own body, he wouldnāt be able to stand again without hearing you sayā
Ā Ā āSanji-kun, touch me.ā
Ā You tugged him closer, cooing your affirmations, stroking his hair. Going slow and speaking so softly, he wondered if you were talking to him at all.
Ā āItās okay,ā you purred, your eyes gentle. āYou can use me to cum. I want to see you cum for me.ā
Use you?
His brows knitted.Ā That didnāt sound right.
Use.
Ā Use.
Use?
Ā That word felt wrong, dirty. Even in his inebriated, lust-filled fog, Sanji knew that it wasnāt right. That it was tactless. That you deserved better than that.
Ā āI donātā I donāt want to everĀ useĀ you.ā he husked. Just saying the word made his stomach churn, and though his limbs felt heavy, he lifted himself a little taller on his knees. āDonāt ever say that to me again.ā
Ā Sanjiās sudden coherency surprised you when he was trembling moments before, but there was no mistaking the sincerity in his tone, and you could only stareā awed, heated and incredibly wrecked with the emotions he stirred. Yet rather than replying, your grip on him tightened, a challenge tilting your brow, waiting to see what move heād make with the offer you raised.
Ā āOkayā¦ oh-okay, ām gonna touch you now, darlinā.ā
Ā With all the strength he could muster, Sanji pushed forward and inhaled deeply, pressing his nose in your crotch, and filling his lungs until the only air that could possibly flow through him wasĀ you. āOhh,Ā fuck.ā Sanji groaned, the sound vibrating on your most intimate parts, pulling deep from his throat, and sounding nothing short of sinful that had you keening lowly in response.
Ā āOh, fuck- oh fuck, darlinā youāre a dream.ā He murmured into your cunt, his words bleeding back to babble as he breathed in long and deep. It wasĀ intoxicating, the heady scent of your pussy. Driving him mad, sick, practically delirious by the slick that marred your panties, creating the most dazzling patch of arousal right in the middle. OhĀ fuck, his tongue immediately began lapping at the damp fabric caging your plump lips. āFuck!ā
Ā You choked on a moan. āIs that all you can say?ā
Ā Sanji shook his head, his hands finding your full-figured hips andĀ squeezing, eliciting a low mewl with the fat filling his palms and bulging out at the sides just how he pictured it. āFuck!ā he grunted again into your cunt; his mouth muffled but his shouts reverberated from the intensity that shook him at the core. āFuck-fuck!ā
Ā You huffed out a chuckle. āSweetie, if itās too much for youāā
Ā He couldnāt hear you. Sanji held you tighter, drew you closer into his open mouth, his jaw slack, muscles taut, cockĀ achingā but it was a sensation he could ignore while his tongue messaged and rolled and lapped at your clothed cunt. Dragging along your labia over and over until it wettened enough to slip his tongue down the seam of your pussy, spreading it to finally circle your pulsing clit andĀ suck, the fabric damp with a lewd mixture of slick and saliva as your whimpers rang loud.
Ā āFu-uhh, shit, you taste so gooā foāmeā, his words were gruff, his mind addledā Sanji couldnāt focus past your cunt, your scent, not when it wafted through him and settled deep in his abdomenā twisting lust straight down to his neglected cock drooling on the floor.
Ā āSa-anji! Fuck,Ā hmm, keep-keep going!ā
Ā He groaned, digging his fingers into your hips and shoving you harder into his mouth. āSuāch a pretty cunt,Ā shit-fuck.ā He held you firmly, his strength unrelenting even as you swayed, letting you writhe on his face. āDarlinā, sweet girl, sweet sweet cunt,Ā uhh, yāmake my cock hurt so-so much. Make me so hard, so dizzy. All you, shit-shit.Ā Uhh-uhh, sāwet foāme. Thaāank you. thank y-you, than-k you.ā
Ā You moaned for him, and the sound of it tingled his spine, acutely aware of the sharp tugging on his scalp, but Sanji paid the rest of it no mind. He was touching you, licking your pussy through your pretty panties, inhaling your arousal, making youĀ moan.
Ā Making you cry his name, making youĀ wet.
Ā And he answered it all with low hums and deep grunts of praises, thanking you fiercely, his devotion syphoning from every breath as if you poured into him yourself.
Ā Sanji flickered his tongue on your clit, alternating between soft and hard strokes that had you grinding your hips on his tongue, and he revelled in it while your pussy rewarded him by staining your panties with sticky fluids he drank greedily. Devouring your cunt with his whole face, bumping his nose into your clit, his chin wet, cheeks flushed.
Ā āImma cum!ā you tried to warn him, to stave off the flutter in your belly and not embarrass yourself by cumming so soon, but his touch, hisĀ tongueā even with the panties in the way it only added to the friction. To the burn flooding over your body from the moment you discovered him. You squirmed, rocked, and sighed as the coil tightened in your bellyā a sensation so intense you attempted to cinch your thighs, but Sanji pinched your hips, pulling you apart for him, ignoring your pleas.
Ā Holding you closer, grunting praises, flattening his tongue, pressingĀ hardĀ until you came with a loudĀ cry.
Ā āSuāch a gooāgirl, so good for me. thatās it, lemme clean that up for you, darlinā.ā
Ā Sanji lapped at your cunt, your panties ruined and almost dripping from your release that he swallowed as best he could before you ripped him off with a harsh tug.
Ā āStand,ā you panted harshly. Your balance was shoddy, but you stood firm, yanking the man to his full height, and wrapped your fist around his cock. Gently tugging on his flushed sex in quick strokes. āCum for me.ā
Ā Sanji curled into your touch, white-hot and just barely keeping himself standing with a hard grip on your hipsā he slumped into your chest, fucking into your hand chaotically. āI-I didnātā y-you.Ā Uhh, fuck!ā
Ā āWhat is it?ā
Ā Tears stung his waterline. āI di-idnāt clean u-uhh,Ā ahh, mmm, I wantedā wanted to clean you u-uhp.ā He cried out, fidgeting in your grasp, his cock overly sensitive and shamefully drooling all over your wrist. He wanted to be strong, to make you cum and slump on his chest, but Sanji could hardly keep his eyes open at this point. He felt airy,Ā foggy, every sensation felt like it was dolled up to ten and he couldnāt find the strength to keep standing.
Ā And it hurt,Ā fuck, his cock hurt. His balls hurt, his chest hurt, breathing hurtā it ended up as short gasps and high-pitch whines into your neck until you brushed your thumb over his slit and Sanji sawĀ stars.
Ā āItās okay, sweet boy,ā you jerked him firmly with one hand and pulled down the bow of your panties, exposing your plump mound. āCum right here, I wanā feel you cum on me.ā you slipped his tip between your pussy lips, a low, wet, squelching noise added to his moans now.
Ā To yours and the raunchy sounds that swirled in between.
Ā āSweet-sweetheart!ā Sanji squeaked, bucking his hips widely, your pussy smearing wet kisses all over his cock. Hot and squishy and so soĀ deliciousĀ his orgasm crashed through him like a tidal wave, surging and pulsing and dousing him with a pleasure that raked a voiceless cryā splatting his cum in your panties and slathering your slit with gooey, icky glops of his release. Your panties filled with both stains of arousal.
āGood boy.ā your kisses feathered over his rapid pulse, the praises almost as gentle as your lips. āSuch a good boy, shh. I got you, hun.ā
Ā Sanji held you close, shivering through his climax, pitifully cowering his face into the warm crook of your neck until his cries settled into cute whimpers and the spots misting the corners blended into colours he could actually see.
Ā āShh, you did so well, cutie.ā You stroked his back, unbothered by the sweat clinging to his skin or the sticky, hot mush that was caged to your cunt. the latter tingling the nerves of your spine in an addictive way. āThat feltĀ amazing.ā
Ā āYe-yea?ā
āYes, hun.ā
Ā There were a few seconds of heavy breathing, then shuffling of clothes, and suddenly, Sanji was seated back on the sofa, but the comforting weight of your plush body sat on top of him too. He liked it, it was grounding. Safe.
Ā Sanji held you tight, his strong arms locking you in place over his lap. Your bodies hot and tempering down ever so slowly in each otherās embrace.
Ā Thereās was a gentle hum in the room, or maybe it was your voice, tenderly washing over him as Sanji came to grips with his body again. With the heat, the sweat and throb of arousal cooling into a low ebb in his abdomen. With the reality that you both stood in and your roles in it. But he couldnāt bring himself to care of anything else but you curling in his lap.
Ā You smelt nice, you played with his hair and hummed in his ear, and you felt soā¦ soĀ goodĀ in his arms.
Ā āThank you.ā he croaked after a while. Feeling satiated and satisfied sinking into your embrace, Sanji could do nothing else but whisper his thanks into your lips over and over, his kiss filled with all the gratitude of an answered prayer. āThank you for this, for holding me. I donāt know when it got so out of hand.ā
You smirked, patting his chest playfully, hoping he did not notice how your heart soared as you attempted to joke. āprobably as soon as I agreed to this little game.ā
Ā This time, Sanjiās smile beaned wide, pretty teeth shining bright. āI just canāt help myself, darlin.ā he nuzzled into your cheek, savouring the intimacy. āI told you what would happen if you got too close.ā
Ā You laughed softly, āI suppose I was warned.ā You shifted in his lap, straddling him now instead with the gooey mixture flushed hot in your panties, squishing against your achy clit, it made you breathless. Eager. āIf youāre a good boyāā
His stomach flipped excitedly.
Ā āāMaybe weāll play again.ā
Ā Sanji shuddered, his smile waning as his lips parted cutely. āDonāt tease me. Iāā
Ā āSANJI! OI! I GOT THIS BIG FISH! IT HAS TWO HEADS CAN WE EAT IT?!ā
āOi, Shitty-brow! I found this buried sword, lemme cut you with it!ā
Ā You stifled the laughter behind your hand, the cutest frown scrunching his face from their untimely interruption. Even so, you began moving to crawl off his lap before the other straw hats walked in with their treasures, but Sanji gripped your wrist, his pleading stare shooting familiar sparks in your core.
Ā āPromise weāll do this again?ā
You smiled warmly, leaning in for a kiss only to swipe your tongue upon his bottom lip, āYes, and it will stay just between us.ā
Ā Sanji blushed, savouring the taste of you on his own tongue. āYea, of course. Just between us, darlinā.ā
Ā This time, you stood up to leave, but not without one final look over your shoulder, ājust like your cum soaking my panties right now.ā
Ā You quickly slipped out of the room before anyone could notice, twirling your shoe as the sound of a heavy thud crashed behind you and the boys shouts followed shortly after.
Ā āWOW! So much blood! Was there a fight?! Are they still here?! I wanna fight!ā
Ā āLUFFY N-NO THATāā
Ā āEW SHITTY BROW! WAKE UP AND CLEAN THIS SHIT YOU PERVāā
// - tysm for the support! hopefully the tags will hold up this time:333 please do not repost or translate my stories.
Astral projection is a practice associated with the idea of an out-of-body experience, where one's consciousness is said to travel outside the physical body to explore the physical or astral plane. Similar to lucid dreaming, astral projection is reflexatory. The more often it is carried out the easier the process becomes. Here is a general guide to astral projection.
Preparation
Find a quiet, comfortable space where you wonāt be disturbed. Dim the lights, turn off electronic devices, and ensure a comfortable temperature.
Practice deep breathing exercises to calm your mind and body. Progressive muscle relaxation can help you ease tension from head to toe. Consider meditating to achieve a focused and peaceful mind state. Some even use a sleep state to enter the astral.
Techniques for Astral Projection
ā¢ The Rope Technique: Imagine a rope hanging above you. Visualize reaching out and mentally climb it, feeling the movement without physical effort.
ā¢ The Monroe Technique: Lie down and achieve a state of complete relaxation. Focus on the sensation of vibrations throughout your body as you enter the hypnagogic state. Try to "roll out" of your body with your non-physical form.
ā¢ The Wake-Back-to-Bed (WBTB) Method: Set an alarm to wake up after 4-6 hours of sleep. Stay awake for a short period and then return to sleep with the intention of astral projecting.
ā¢ The Visualization Technique: Visualize yourself floating away from your physical body or moving through a tunnel or pathway to another realm.
During the Experience
1. Stay Calm: Feelings of vibrations, floating, or other sensations are common and should be accepted without fear. Remain calm and open-minded to the experience.
2. Exploration: Once you feel separated from your physical body, explore your surroundings. Engage with your environment, but avoid getting too excited, as emotions can quickly end the experience. From this simple starting point come infinite possibilities. You can explore the physical world with your astral body, you can also gain entry to different areas of the astral plane through various gates and portals.
3. Home Base: You can usually establish a sort of pocket for yourself in the astral, with relative ease. Just tear open reality and enter the rift, with the intent of going home. Usually this area will start off as something familiar and comfortable like your childhood home or school, but similar to a dreamscape. You can alter and change this area as you see fit.
4. Creation: In the astral, especially within areas you control, you are capable of vast creation. You can build a magick library, a room full of toys, an enchanted mansion. You are limited only by your imagination.
5. Astral Body: Your astral body also has a default form. This is sometimes similar to your physical body, sometimes not, instead resonating with your soul instead. This body can be altered and shifted to different forms with practice.
6. Return to Body: Focus your intention on returning to your physical body. Gradually deepen your breaths and wiggle your fingers and toes to ground yourself. You may use thread or a cord to guide you back to your physical body.
After the Experience
After returning, take time to reflect and write down the details of your experience. Pay attention to any emotions, visuals, or insights gained. Like any skill, astral projection can improve with regular practice and patience. This is a rich and complex practice with many different approaches and belief systems. Experiment with different methods until you find a process that works for you.
Safety and Considerations
Approach astral projection with a positive and inquisitive mindset. Accept that not everyone will have the same experiences, and managing expectations is essential. Astral projection can also facilitate access to different realms, including the spirit world or Otherworld. These types of journeys can be dangerous. In some cases injuries to the astral body can extend to the physical body. Use caution and common sense when exploring.
Astral projection is a highly subjective experience, and the practice and outcomes can vary greatly from person to person. It is important to approach it with an open mind and proper knowledge. That being said, astral projection is like a reflex or a muscle of the mind. The more it is exercised the more natural the practice becomes. Practice and persistence are key. Once mastered, the possibilities are limitless.
The act of removing unwanted energies from a person/place/object.
Cleansing is generally a gentle form of removal, whether it be spiritual or mundane (can also be a very in-depth and harsh process).
Instead of forcefully removing an influence or spirit, you simply brush the energies out of your space.
This process is useful for ensuring that you, or the things near you are clear of energies that could negatively impact you.
Itās useful for creating a blank slate in your environment or preparing tools for spell work and keeping your energy stable and healthy. Negative energies and clutter can impact your spiritual, physical and mental health.
Regular spiritual and physical upkeep is important to keep you balanced and healthy. Spiritual hygiene is a generally important practice for all practitioners. I'm going to share a few ways to do so from my own practice.
Try your best to cleanse every room, not just a single room. Ever had a space so clean but the rest of your house feels gross? It'll be off-balanced that way and it'll be the same way spiritually. However, if you can't you can't. Do what you can, that's what's important.
Remember mundane cleaning is just as good as spiritual. You can smoke cleanse that room all you want but if you still have things all over your floor and molding dishes in your sink, that's still going to bring in both negativity and health consequences. Cleanse responsibly.
Spiritual
Sound - Using a singing bowl, bells, music, chimes, drums, clapping, singing, chanting. A trusty old sound bowl cleansing video on YouTube being openly played in whatever space does the trick just fine.
Smoke - Burning incense with corresponding herbs or herbal bundle. Remember to open a window for negative energy to escape and for safety. Smoke inhalation is generally not a good practice for your lungs. Also, be careful with pets as they have sensitive respiratory systems.
Spray - Infused distilled water with corresponding herbs, oils or salts sprayed around the room to both cleanse and bring in the desired energy. Again be cautious around pets.
Candle - Charging a white candle with intent, dressing it with oils and burning it down to clear your space. Keep away from pets and small children, burn in a fire-safe dish or on tile.
Sunlight/moonlight - Opening your blinds to let solar energy and moonlight to cleanse a space. Only really suitable for that singular space with a window.
Simmer pot - A boiling pot of water over a stovetop filled with intention filled corresponding herbal components that lets off a fragrance to clear the air of negative energy. You can use blessed water for an extra punch if you wish.
Crystal grid - Setting up a crystal grid of crystals for cleansing that room or your house of negative energy. You can either intuitively make your own grid or find one online. Selenite towers as well are lovely for purifying spaces along with being self cleansing. You can use any piece of cleansing corresponding crystal to cleanse but remember you will generally have to cleanse the crystal afterwards to get out any energetic gunk from it.
Salt - Putting out a bowl of salt in what room youād like to cleanse. Personally I like putting little shot glasses of black salt in high traffic rooms such as shared spaces as I find it packs a punch due to its associations. However do please be careful with salt with pets. Pets have been known to get into things like salt lamps or salt in general and have had very bad health consequences. So please be cautious.
Energy - Your own spiritual energy. You can use energy work to create bubbles of energy around yourself to push out into your space, to burn up and cleanse the energy around the space. This is more of a hard-hitting cleansing method and can be described as banishing. It can also be energetically taxing for fellow spoonie witches or those with small energy reservoirs. Drink plenty of water, have a snack and rest after.
Physical
Vacuum or sweep - Sprinkle sea salt and corresponding herbs on the floor to soak up negative energy. Vacuum or sweep up and dispose of for removal. Historically speaking you move from the back of your house to the front so you can push everything out of your house.
Washing - Physically washing down doorframes and windows with sacred water (holy water, spring water, moon water) and corresponding herbs. Youād go from the back of your house to the front.
Floor wash - Try out a floor wash charged with the intent to wash your floors to fill your space with a spiritual purpose. Get that grime off your floor while reaping both mundane and magical benefits. Youād go from the back of your house the front.
Opening a window - Open that window. Not only will your space be less stuffy but it lets in needed fresh air. If you're in the city near fumes it's a bit harder. Try to get an air purifier if you can, it's very helpful and health-changing.
Shampooās and Soaps - For physical cleansingās try finding herbal based soaps or shampoo with corresponding herbal components for self based cleansing and purifying. For instance I use shampoo with Tea Tree, Lemon and Sage. Itās purifying and I pair it with a Rosemary conditioner for protection. Get creative!
Cleaning products - Cleaning products with lemon for example have been used historically for cleansing and purification. Let the citrus scent leave your space feeling clean and purified with intent. Can either be naturally made with vinegar or store-bought. Either is perfectly fine. Sometimes natural and handmade is good but if you are someone who needs a bacterial spray, it's best to just buy storebought.
Recipes
All-Purpose Cleaner
What you'll need:
One partĀ white vinegar
One part water
Dried Lemon rind - cleansing, purifying
Dried Rosemary sprigs - protective, healing
Combine the above ingredients together, pour into a spray bottle, shake, and then let infuse for a week before using.Ā Strain out the lemon and rosemary. This is great for bringing in purifying energy into your house along with protective properties.
Caution: Do not use acidic cleaners on granite, as they will etch the stone and proceed cautiously on stainless steel. Some manufacturers recommend against using vinegar on their appliance surfaces. Know what's suitable and what's not.
Glass cleaner
What you'll need:
2 cups water
1/2 cupĀ white vinigar
1/4 cupĀ rubbing alcohol 70% concentration
Dried Orange peel - smells good and brings prosperity
Combine the above ingredients together, pour into a spray bottle, shake, and then let infuse for a week before using.Ā Strain out the orange.
Cautions: Avoid cleaning windowsĀ on a hot, sunny day or in direct sunlight, because the solution will dry too quickly and leave lots of streaks.
Home Blessings Multi-Surface Floor Cleaner - Not for wood floors
Ingredients
1 cup distilled water
1/4 cupĀ Castille soap
Dried Lavender buds - peace, relaxing
Dried Orange peel
Dried Rosemary sprigs
Directions
In a smaller pot boil together distilled water with the herbal components then strain.
Mix the ingredients and infused water with 2 gallons of hot water to incorporate in a bucket to mop away dirt and grime on tile, vinyl, or linoleum floors.
Remember, store-bought is fine. Look at the ingredients of what you'd like and use your intention. Sometimes making yourself takes up a lot of time and spoons. It's your craft, your rules.
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 2/2
Fandom: Invincible (Cartoon 2021)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Relationships: Alternate Mark Grayson | Invincible/William Clockwell, Alternate Maskless Mark Grayson | Invincible/William Clockwell, William Clockwell/Rick Sheridan
Characters: Alternate Maskless Mark Grayson | Invincible, William Clockwell
Additional Tags: Dubious Consent, Kidnapping, Strength, Size Difference, Large Cock, Neck Kissing, Oral Sex, Strength Kink, Superpower Sex, Superpowers, Hair-pulling, Come Eating, Come Swallowing, Anal Fingering, Finger Sucking, Cock Warming
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Summary:
'Mark' finds William during the Invincible war and confesses his feelings as well as the fact that he killed Rick. He then kidnaps William in hopes he can make him fall in love before they can be found.
Hi! Back with a completed 2 chapter fanfic, this time that part during the Invincible war really stuck with me. You know, āI miss Williamā <3
oh hi there! i haven't posted here in a while, but i just watched the barbie movie a few days ago and needless to say, it is now my entire personality. so here's my first ever legacy challenge based on barbie's many, many careers and achievements!
apologies in advance, this challenge uses a lot of packs! i'm sorry! i might try to make a base game version at some point
BASE GAME version
portuguese translation by @demaciana-sims
sims 3 version by @appaloosawhims
challenge rules below the cut
All heirs must be female and named Barbie. (non-heir children may have any name)
You may use the freerealestate cheat for your first house, but try not to use money cheats after that!
You are allowed and encouraged to use lot traits and rewards to boost skill gain, anything thatās in-game is fair game.
Packs you will need:
EPs: Get To Work, City Living, Cats & Dogs, Get Famous, Island Living, High School Years
GPs: Spa Day*, Parenthood
Optional packs (for the optional generations):
EPs: University, Cottage Living, Horse Ranch
GPs: Strangerville
*You only need Spa Day for the High Maintenance trait in one of the generations and nothing else, so it's fine to skip out on it.
You've been raised with traditional values: find a good man, start a family, be a homemaker... But you want your children to aim higher, so you'll make sure to set them up for success.
Complete Successful Lineage aspiration
Max Parenting and Cooking skills
Have at least 3 kids and 1 pet, each child must complete at least one child aspiration and they must all max out their grades in school
Must have Family-Oriented trait
Your mother was happy staying at home, but not you. You're ready to fight your way to the top and make enough money to support your family for generations to come.
Complete Fabulously Wealthy aspiration
Max Charisma and Logic skills
Max Business career (Investor branch)
Must have Ambitious trait
Your family is pretty wealthy, so you've used your funds to open up your very own vet clinic and follow your dreams of being surrounded by furry little guys all day! But it might be more difficult than you thought...
Complete Friend of the Animals aspiration
Max Veterinarian skill
Run a 5-star vet clinic
Have at least 3 pets and be good friends with all of them
Must have either Cat Lover or Dog Lover trait
You grew up surrounded by pets, and you now want to explore even more of the animal kingdom... So you're going underwater! What magical secrets will you discover on your journey?
Must live in Sulani
Complete Beach Life aspiration
Max Conservationist career (Marine Biologist branch)
Become a mermaid
Max Logic and Fitness skills
Must have Child of the Ocean trait
Your mother had an almost supernatural level of fitness at sea, so now you've been inspired to master fitness on land! You're determined to reach your full potential in physical performance and become a world class champion.
Join Cheer or Football team as a teenager and reach highest level
Complete Bodybuilder aspiration
Max Fitness and Charisma skills
Max Athlete career (Athlete branch)
Must have Active trait
Your family has achieved many, many accolades, and you've set out to capture all of it in an epic Tell-All novel that you spend your entire life writing!
Complete Bestselling Author aspiration
Max Writing skill
Write Book Of Life and bind it to your parent, use it to successfully bring them back from a premature death
Must have Creative trait
Movie stardom is the next logical step for your lineage, so you set out to conquer the silver screen. Will you catapult the family name into even greater heights, or will it now be associated with infamy?
Complete Master Actress aspiration
Max Acting skill
Must reach at least Proper Celebrity status
Must have a secret affair with a fellow Actor!
Must have High Maintenance trait
As the child of a successful actress, people may roll their eyes and immediately write you off as yet another nepo-baby trying to start a music career... So you must prove them all wrong by becoming a proper rockstar!
Complete World Famous Celebrity aspiration
Max Singing skill
Max skill in at least 2 instruments
Max Entertainer career (Musician branch)
Must have Music Lover trait
What's next after conquering so many careers and reaching worldwide fame for the family name? World domination, of course! Become the greatest Leader this nation has ever seen!
Complete Mansion Baron aspiration
Max Politician career (Politician branch)
Max Charisma skill
Must have Self-Assured trait
Now that you've conquered the world, it's time to venture out into Space! There's so much to explore out there, and Barbie must leave her mark all across the galaxy.
Complete Nerd Brain aspiration
Max Astronaut career (Either branch)
Max Logic and Rocket Science skills
Go to SIXAM at least once and bring a souvenir
Must have Genius trait
Still want more? Here's some extra Barbies that you can play with!
Secret Agent Barbie
Complete Bodybuilder aspiration
Must have Active and Geek traits
Complete Secret Agent career (Diamond Agent branch)
Max Logic, Fitness and Charisma skills
Become enemies with a Sim in the Villain branch of the Secret Agent career! (You may need to cheat this career level for sims outside your household)
Countryside Barbie
Complete Country Caretaker aspiration
Max Gardening skill
Must make all money from gardening, farming, wine making, etc. No day job!
Must own a horse and have it max every skill
Must have Animal Enthusiast trait
Army General Barbie
Must live in Strangerville
Complete Strangerville Mystery aspiration
Max Logic and Charisma skills
Max Military career (Either branch)
Must have Erratic trait
Scientist Barbie
Complete Nerd Brain aspiration
Max Scientist Career
Be abducted by Aliens at least once
Must have Genius trait
Ultimate Barbie
Set lifespan to long
Complete at least 2 child aspirations
Complete Renaissance Sim AND Academic aspirations
Max 10 skills
Have 12 or more traits
Graduate from college
Reach the top of any career
Have a house worth 1 Million Simoleons
Have at least 5 kids and max your relationship with all of them
that's about it! if you play this, please use #sims barbie legacy
The following is my attempt to put into writing some sense of the nebulous ideas of ethics on which I live my life. Itās merely a guideline, and subject to change, but I think itās a suitable starting point for the kind of ideals any member of the priesthood ought to strive for.
Many of these ideas are applicable to other people, but this essay is targeted at clergy members.
You will fail to live up to these principles perfectly. No one is perfect. But itās something to strive for, and I think all priesthood should be at least reasonably proficient in these areas.
Community
The highest focus of priesthood must be on the community. It is vitally important that any clergy member live their life in a way which centers the needs of their community and its members, over their own desires. Selfishness, ambition, greed, and laziness have no place in the life of a member of priesthood.
It is our obligation to meet the needs of our community to the best of our ability, whatever those needs may be. We are also obligated to balance self care with those needs. You cannot pour from an empty cup, and so you must keep your own cup full.
Our obligation extends even to members of the community who we may not like or get along with. Personal grievances canāt get in the way of our work. While we need to keep the community safe from people who might harm others or disrupt events, we need not to exclude anyone for personal reasons. This most emphatically does not mean being a doormat or allowing abusive or exploitative people to take advantage of us just because they claim to be part of our community. Balance in all things.
Confidentiality
I have taken an oath of confidentiality to my gods, not unlike that of Catholic priests with confession. As a pastoral counselor, anything that is told to me in confidence will be kept in confidence. This helps people to unburden themselves, knowing that their secrets remain safe with me.
Catholic priests taking confession are protected by US law, and cannot be compelled to break confidentiality for any reason, not even by a court order. I donāt think I technically have that protection, yet. But if I was ever ordered by a court to break confidence, I would fight for that right to confidentiality, and under no circumstances would I break that oath.
The only situation under which I share privileged information is in seeking counsel from a confidante of my own under similar conditions.
Self Control
This is the most challenging of my expectations for myself. In Hellenismos, Ī£ĪæĻĻĪæĻĻ Ī½Ī· (Sophrosyne or Sophrosune) is the practice of self control, through practices like meditation and shadow work.
Patience is a vitally important skill for any member of priesthood. People come to us seeking council when they are at their worst. While we shouldnāt accept abuse, we must respond with patience and compassion when establishing boundaries.
Hospitality
As a follower of Hellenismos, I follow the Hellenic principle of ĪĪµĪ½Ī¹Ī± (Xenia), which translates as āhospitality.ā The guest/host contract. I am expected to welcome anyone who comes with good intent, and share with all visitors the best of whatever I have to offer. All guests in my space are treated with respect and kindness. I make sure their needs are met and that they are safe.
This contract goes both ways. The guest is expected to respect the hostās space, property, and self.
As priesthood, we should welcome and support everyone who wishes to be a part of our community.
Love of the Gods
The purpose of all priesthood is to serve the gods, and to protect and guide their people. It is not enough to be obedient to the gods or to any scripture of any religion. The path of priesthood requires love for the gods, and for their people.
In Hellenismos there are two related concepts:
Īį½ĻĪĪ²ĪµĪ¹Ī± (Eusebia) can be translated as āreverenceā or āpiety,ā and encompasses the idea of having a sense of duty and loyalty to the gods.
ĻĪ¬ĻĪ¹Ļ (Kharis) is most often translated as āgrace,ā and is translated as such in the Christian Bible. As in āby the grace of God.ā This is the love and patience which the gods have for us in spite of our flaws and failings, and which we should reciprocate. The term can also be translated as āunconditional love.ā
Pursuit of Understanding
We are never done learning. The pursuit of knowledge and wisdom is noble for its own sake. To represent the gods well, we must be open to new ideas, and constantly striving to broaden our understanding of the world around us, and the world within us.
We must remain humble in this pursuit, and never think that we have learned all we need to know, or that our studies make us better than anyone else. Every person, and every thing which exists has something to teach us. In the words of Socrates, āAll I know is that I know nothing.ā
Itās also important that we try to help others along the path who also are seeking understanding.
Right Action
The Greek term Ethike Arete literally translates to āmoral excellence,ā but is more complex than that. My personal interpretation, which may vary from other peopleās, is that we are required to do what we feel is right in every situation. Not only must we never commit an act which we know to be wrong or unethical, but we also must assess every situation as unique and be able to make a decision of what is right in that moment, regardless of any more general principles or rules. In short, every rule or law has exceptions, including the ones laid out above, and we must be prepared to break the rules when they would prevent right action.
In short, no code will ever predict in advance what will be right in every situation. It canāt be done. All we can do is create guidelines, which must be ready to bend and change. Thereās no way to always know what the right thing to do will be, until youāre actually in the moment. We must be ready to make moral judgments about our own choices in any given moment, and unfailingly do what we believe to be right.
This essay is also hosted on my personal website. Which is the same as my username here.
