#milo bucket

[chaotic-plumbob]

What is this...? A new Legacy? In this economy?

Well, potentially. For the moment, let's call this a chaotic gameplay series of post and we'll go from there.

This is Milo Bucket, and he's a sim. He's also cringe and squeamish and he loves pizza, which would normally be okay...except he's lactose intolerant. But hey, it's worth right? His aspiration is to share his love for pizza with the world and potentially make a living out of it. But there's more to Milo Bucket than that...you see, Milo Bucket's got a bucket list of things he (and his Watcher) want to accomplish in his lifetime. Stuff no other sim in this PC has ever accomplished.

Wanna come with?

[secretagentsloveblogs]

a few milo headcannons:

he talks out of the side of his mouth. and he tilts his head ALL the time, hes such an animated speaker. he cant sit still fr

other people have said it but it deserves repeating, his accent gets so much thicker when hes feeling strong emotions.

he laughs when hes mad and its scary for everyone in the immediate vicinity bc it doesnt happen often, but when it does... run.

leans on doorways (with his arms crossed, OR just his thumbs in his pockets.)

this man is always flirting, doesnt matter if he and sweetheart have been together six years. hes the type to make the point that just because theyre at mate status doesnt mean hes "won" them, its a continuous effort.

milo and sweetheart are readers. (they read naughty stuff. one of the two will finish the book first and rate it on a scale they created and tell the other if its worth the read. then the other mate gets to read it.)

milo wears cosmetic eye contacts for special events. or just out to a nice dinner. something about matching his outfit etc.

he has so many specific mood playlists, its insane. his spotify has like 483 playlists, most of them several hours long, all for different moods and vibes. his favorite and most played playlist is his summer playlist for making dinner. fleetwood mac, etta james, mazzy star, the temptations. its there. (im making it an actual playlist btw.)

that being said, he also drinks red wine while making dinner if its appropriate for the meal (and he has the nicest set of wine glasses youve ever seen).

he has the largest collection of cologne/body spray probably ever. he routinely switches them out based on the mood and season. he keeps out the ones that are sweethearts favorites though + he has a signature favorite (and will wear it/any cologone no matter what, if sweetheart asks him to).

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maybe ill add more to this one day! pt 2 eventually? 👀

[pixies--dust]

I think I would strangle bizly if I had to bake with him

[vivwritesfics]

Hooked On A Feeling

Aus Grand Prix Special

MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE REST OF THE SERIES, READ AT OWN RISK

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AUS GP, 2025 (two years after the beginning of the story):

You don't you stress until you've tried to wrangle two hyperactive seven year olds into a car. "Liv, c'mon. We're going to see you dad."

For the fifth time, Olivia climbed out of the car. She ran back towards the house for something she definitely didn't need. "Muuuuum," Milo called from the back seat. "Can we go now?"

"One second, Milo," Y/N called as she put their things in the trunk of the car. As soon as she shut the door of the trunk she was back in the house, calling for Olivia. "Liv, let's go!" She called up the stairs.

"But I need my hat!"

When Y/N arrived at Olivia's bedroom she was searching through her drawers. "What hat, Livvy?" She asked as she searched through the top of her wardrobe, where Olivia couldn't reach.

"The one uncle Lando got me for Christmas," she said.

Y/N knew exactly what hat Olivia was looking for. It was custom made bucket hat, made to match Daniels helmet with a 3 on the top. Olivia had worn it for every race they had attended, had almost lost it in the wind at Bahrain.

Y/N knew exactly where the hat was. Olivia had taken it in for show and tell at school and it was still in her bag. She pulled it out of the flower decorated bag and handed it to Olivia. "Ready to go now?"

She nodded and followed her future step-mom down to the car. While Y/N locked the front door, Olivia climbed into the back of the car beside Milo. Y/N climbed into the drivers seat and the three of them set off.

The year before the four of them had travelled to the Grand Prix together. Daniel had driven, singing along to the music Y/N had put on. It was one of her favourite memories. This year he had driven up with Scotty James. She couldn't be mad, she had seen the videos of them having so much fun posted all over social media.

As they drove along, the music stopped and her phone started ringing through the hands free system in the car. Y/N used the button on her steering wheel to answer and Daniels voice came through. "Hi honey, are you guys on your way?" He asked.

"We're about half an hour away, Danny," she called. From the back of the car the kids let out a chorus of 'hi's'. "Are we meeting you at the Red Bull hospitality?"

"Yeah, hun. Max and I are waiting."

There was a quiet hi, from someone Y/N could only assume was Max. "Tell him we all say hello," she said to her fiancé, who quickly passed on the message.

"Baby, I've got to go," he said. "Love you guys!"

"Love you too!" The three of them replied before the call ended.

Just as she had said, they arrived at the hotel half an hour later. They could have stayed home and watched the live coverage, but they wanted to give Daniel as much support as they could, so Daniel got himself booked into a hotel room with enough space for all of them.

He had been there since Wednesday, due to media duties and such. Y/N stayed back to work and get the kids to and from school. But they had all taken the Friday off to watch the first of the practices from the Red Bull garage.

They checked themselves into the hotel room, getting the key Daniel had left by the front desk, and headed to the track. There was no point in driving, and it was close enough that they could walk.

Milo and Olivia led the way to the track. Y/N made sure they all stayed together as they walked. It was incredibly busy as they pushed their way through towards the paddock.

Actually, it was Scotty that spotted them. He waved Y/N over and she moved the kids through the crowd, towards him. With Scotty's help, they got into the paddock. "You have much traffic on the way up here?" Scotty asked as he led the three of them over to the Red Bull Garage.

She shook her head. "Not until this point," she said, keeping one eye on the kids as they led the way once again. They were just too excited, there was no point containing them. "How is he feeling?"

It was Daniel's second year back in the Red Bull, and everybody knew he was nervous. He had seen just how quickly Red Bull had tossed their other drivers to the side. He'd managed to secure a contract for another year, but that could all change with the snap of someone's fingers.

They got to the hospitality unit, where Daniel was waiting outside. He took pictures for fans and signed the things that were shoved in his face. Staff parted the fans like the red sea to allow Y/N, Scotty and the kids through.

Olivia immediately ran to her father. "Badger!" He called as he hugged her.

He held his other arm out for Milo, who joined the hug. "Hi dad," he said, grinning.

Milo didn't realise what he had said, not right away. And Daniel sure wasn't going to make a big deal out of it. It was Olivia who giggled at her future brother. "You just called him dad," she laughed, and Milo's face scrunched up in embarrassment.

"No I didn't," he insisted.

"Yes you did! Yes you did!"

But Milo went running to his mother. Olivia let go of her dad and went inside of the hospitality unit to find her Uncle Max. Daniel turned his attention to his bride to be. "My lady," he said as she stepped towards him.

"Danny." She was aware of the cameras on the two of them as she stepped towards him. Flashes went off, videos were recorded on fans phones as she pressed her lips against his and wrapped her arms around his neck.

The two of them never had much a chance at privacy. There very first kiss all those years ago was televised. They'd tried, to give her and the kids a normal life, but their attempts were futile. They'd given up.

With his hand on the small of her back, Daniel let her and Milo into the hospitality unit. "Are you hungry?" He asked, immediately going to fix her and Milo something to eat. He would have gotten Olivia something, but she was eating a muffin as she spoke to her uncle Max, no doubt about karting.

The family of four spent what time they could together before Daniel jumped in the number 3 Red Bull car for the first practice session. This one wasn't about speed, Y/N had come to learn. It was about testing different set ups, not about setting the fastest time.

FP2 that afternoon was about showing what you could do. And Danny did. Y/N, Olivia and Milo watched on as Daniel set the fastest time in FP2 over and over again. He and Max raced each other. Not in the literal sense, but it was a competition between the two of who could get the fastest lap.

After FP2 they were free to head back to the hotel. Daniel drove them back to the hotel. While Milo and Olivia took turns in showering and getting changed for dinner, Y/N and Daniel laid together. He sat on the bed and she laid against him, her hand against his racing heart. "How are you feeling about tomorrow?" She asked quietly.

Daniel sucked in a breath. The smile that played on his face wasn't a smile at all. It was more of a grimace as he looked up at the ceiling. "Nervous, definitely. But I'm glad you guys are gonna be there to support," he said and leaned down to kiss her.

They had a lovely dinner that night. It wasn't often that all four of them got to go out and do things like this, not with Daniels racing schedule. They had a wonderful time. The kids ordered whatever they wanted, which meant the biggest deserts in the place. Daniel was a lot stricter with what he was eating, considering it was a race weekend.

After their dinner, the four of them headed back to the hotel. Bellies full and incredibly happy, they quickly fell asleep. Daniel held Y/N through the night. He missed her on race weekends like this.

She woke up first. Bile rose in her throat and she struggled out of Daniels grip. As she had every morning since Wednesday, she got up and ran to the bathroom to throw up.

In the close quarters of the hotel room, everybody could hear what was happening in the bathroom. They all woke up to the sounds of Y/N throwing up into the toilet. Daniel was up and out of bed in an instant. He raced to her and immediately held her hair out of her face, rubbing her back soothingly as she heaved.

"Baby," Daniel said softly as she sat back on her heels and wiped her mouth. Tears touched her eyelashes, as they always did when she threw up.

Daniel opened his arms, but she didn't throw herself into them. Instead she washed her face and cleaned her teeth, just as she had every other morning. "C'mon, Y/N, speak to me," he said softly.

She shut her eyes, steadying herself against the sink. "I think I'm just sick," she said and turned to walked out of the bathroom.

But Daniel stopped her. He grabbed her arm softly and pulled her into his embrace, his hand moving up and down her back. "You'd tell me if... right?"

She nodded her head, letting herself rest against him.

They didn't see the two little heads peaking into the bathroom. "Mum?" Milo called, somewhat timidly. Daniel hadn't heard him speak like this in years.

Y/N and Daniel pulled away from each other. They looked at the kids as they walked into the bathroom. "Is everything okay?" Olivia asked, eyes holding concern.

Both she and Daniel nodded. "It's nothing to worry about, guys. I promise." she said.

They all stayed in the bathroom just a minute longer. Y/N was the first to leave. They all followed her out and crawled back into their beds.

But Y/N and Daniel didn't sleep. They laid there, waiting for the kids to fall asleep before Y/N turned towards him. "I think I should go and get a pregnancy test," she whispered, snuggling close to his chest.

Daniel couldn't hide the way his face lit up.

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[watsittoyah]

Along Came A Spider…2099

Warnings-Sexual content, sex dreams, time travel, oral sex, rough sex, fang play, size kink, and slight blood play.

(My Spanish isn’t great, so I did use google translate to help…)

Chapter 2- Bites & Fangs

The last time you had a depression episode, it was in the tenth grade when your old boyfriend, Peter Parker had dumped you for some girl named Gwen.

Well that was many years ago and now you were depressed because you were watching good burger in your ratty old polka dot robe.

But you were in denial, because every time Erica asked if you were depressed you just lied and said you were just working on something important.

“Are you sure you don’t want to come out? It’s been two weeks.” Erica asks as you press play to Good Burger. “Yeah, I’m good. I got a pizza coming and I got some drafts to work on.” You half lie. There was a pizza coming.

“Tomorrow let’s go to the park and get some fresh air. You need it.” You ignore her and Milo cuddles up close to you. “Please make sure you clean your dishes. I’ll be back around midnight.” Erica calls out.

When she finally leaves you look down at Milo’s orange little face and you kiss his nose. “I think you’re the only boy I can trust, Milo. I’m sure you’d never leave me in a club bathroom with my panties at my ankles right?”

His blue eyes just seem to stare at you and you nod because you’ve entered your crazy cat lady era. “Don’t answer that. Let’s get you some food and I’ll…clean up.” You pause the movie and bring Milo into the kitchen with you.

You pour him a bit of dry food and mix it with some wet food. You place his food down and he look down at the food then back at you. You kneel down and scratch under his chin and he licks your fingers.

“Milo, don’t ever become one of those jerk cats that leads girl cats on. You keep being a good boy.” You comments after you stand up. You look at the kitchen and decide to start cleaning there.

You get some cleaning supplies and sigh heavy. It’s been two weeks since the club incident and you haven’t let yourself think about Miguel since. Sure he lives in the building but you have no clue which apartment. And yeah he lives in the same city as you but you don’t know which parts he goes to.

Sure you still dream about Miguel, you still dream about his touch, his smell…No. No you weren’t going to do this. You were not about to cry over him again.

You sniffle back the tears and wipe your face with the back of your hand. “Stupid good looking bastard. With your good looking hair and cute accent.” You toss some water into a bucket and Milo just stares at you.

“Milo, you might want to leave the kitchen it’s about to get crazy in here.” You tell him. He simply meows and licks your leg.

Maybe you’re about to be on your period. Or maybe you’re just hormonal but him doing that just made you break down and cry. “Come on Milo, stop. I need to mop up my tears.” You say through your cloudy vision….

••••

After two good cries and half a mental breakdown, you were happy with how the apartment looked. You hear the doorbell ring and you make sure Milo was still sleeping at your feet before you went to answer it.

You grab the money from off the counter and open the door to see a young girl with your food. “Medium cheese pizza with garlic knots?” She asks confirming your order. “You got it.” You hand her a twenty and tell her to keep the change. “Actually miss you’re five dollars short.” You give her a side eye and nod. “Let me go and grab you some more money then.” You prop the door open a bit so Milo can’t leave out and you place the food down on the counter.

You go into your wallet and pull out the money you need and go to give it to her. “Here you go.” You hand it to her and she gives an extra big smile. “Tip?” I know fucking we-

“You have a good night.” You tell her. Just as you’re about to close the door. Milo runs between your legs and out the door. “Milo!” You shout after him as you run down the hall.

You almost have him but a door opens and he runs inside. “Milo!” You yell as you start to run inside of the apartment. But something screams stop and you obey that voice in your head.

When you look up your heart was pounding because it was just your luck that it was his apartment. You take several steps back as you see him go back into his apartment. If Milo wasn’t inside you’d be flying back to the apartment and locking yourself inside.

You hear his little meow and you don’t look up because you know those hazel eyes are looking down at you. “Thank you.” You mutter as Miguel hands Milo back to you. “You can’t go running into strangers apartments, Milo. What if they would’ve hurt you? That’s it you’re grounded. No cartoons for a week.” You scold him as you hear Miguel chuckle.

“Isn’t that a bit harsh? I’m sure the little guy didn’t mean it.” You raise a sculpted brow at him and turn without saying a word. “Amo-”

“Don’t call me that. My name is Tommie! Do you understand, Mr. O’Hara? Tommie. Not Amor, not mi corazón. None of those nicknames. You don’t get that privilege after what you fucking did.” You snap at him, causing Miguel to flinch.

“I’m sorry. But I can explain.” You roll your eyes at him and you march to your apartment with Milo tucked in your arms.

You go to slam the door but Miguel stops it and you go to snap at him but he raises his hands to show he means no harm. Instead of arguing, you tell him to close the door before Milo gets out again.

He does what he’s told and you place Milo down on the floor in front of you. He jumps down and he circles Miguel. “Hola niño pequeño. How are you?” Miguel says as he scoops Milo up in his arms.

“Milo isn’t friendly. He loves to scratch, especially at peoples eyes.” You tell Miguel. Milo, the little traitor licks Miguel’s nose and stands on his shoulder.

You narrow your eyes at the cute little monster. “You sleep on the couch tonight.” He gives a cute meow and Miguel picks him up and rubs his belly as Milo goes to lick his fingers. “Your mom is mad at me, do you think you can help me out?”

“First things first, you talking to my roommate kitten isn’t going to get you off of the hook, Mr. O’Hara. He is in the apartment, you can leave.”

You turn away from him and get your pizza and garlic knots. “That smells good, are you and Milo going to eat that?” Miguel asks as he leans against the wall and holds Milo close. You see him from the corner of your eye and you keep the scowl on your face.

“You get one small tiny slice, a glass of tap water and a crumb of my garlic knots. After that you take your crack back to your place.” You say as you motion him to follow you into the kitchen.

He places Milo down and he watches you as you grab two plates from the cabinets. “We wash our hands in this apartment, Mr. O’Hara.” You announce to him. “Yes, Ma’am.” Miguel stands up and as you wash your hands, you pass the soap to him. He takes it, as his fingers brush against yours. Those fingers that have touched you. Those fingers that have been on your mind, those fingers that you’ve been tempted to taste.

You clear your throat and you give him a slice. “I’m sorry about leaving like that. I was an ass and if I were you I wouldn’t talk to me ever again either.”

“So I shouldn’t talk to you? Got it.” You say stubbornly. He sighs and you feel a bit bad for making this difficult for him. But he deserved it…a little. “Am-Tommie. If it helps, I’ve been miserable for not talking to you.”

“You have my number, Miguel you could’ve texted me.”

“The phone works both ways, Tommie.” He says as he accepts the pizza from you. You turn away from him because deep down, you’re actually happy that he’s here. In fact this has been the happiest you’ve been in past two weeks.

You grab a pitcher of ice tea and grab two glasses. “Would you like some ice?” You ask as you place the glasses down on the counter. “I thought you were giving me tap water.” He says with a smirk playing across his lips.

“I can give you tap water if that’s what you want, Miguel.” You grab the glass but he gets a hold of your wrist and he gives you a look that says he’s sorry. “Yes, I’ll have ice.” He says as he uses his thumb to rub your inner wrist.

You stand there longer than necessary and just look into his eyes. Why does this all feel so familiar? You go to speak but the glass knocks out of your hand and you expect to hear a crash. But it never comes because Miguel had caught it effortlessly.

He placed the glass on the counter and you gently take your wrist back. “How many would you like?” You ask as you open the freezer door and try to crack the ice cube tray.

You turn and he was right there. “Here let me.” He takes the tray from you and he cracks it. He takes a small piece and he brings it to your lips. It’s an action you’ve done since you were a child.

Whenever you cracked some ice, you would take the smaller pieces and you’d chew on it. You take it from him and he turns away from you, placing ice in both of the glasses.

“How did he…” You whisper as you suck the ice. You walk over and you pour the ice tea in both of the glasses. You two sit down on the stools and as you eat you pass him the chili pepper flakes. “Gracias, mi amor.”

“You’re welcome.” You say as he shakes some flakes onto his pizza. You take a big bite and you hear Miguel cough from the flakes. “Are you sure you’re part Latino? Can’t even handle pepper flakes.” You tease as you reach over and bite his slice. “Hey, that’s mine.” He says with a laugh.

“Well consider me getting my pouring your tea fee.” You joke. “Then what do I get for cracking the ice for you?” He asks as he leans in close to you. “What do you want?” You ask as you take a sip of your tea.

“I think you know what I want, Tommie.” His eyes travels over your body and you feel warm all over and secretly happy you’re not wearing your ratty robe. “Oh I don’t think that’s equal value, Miguel.” He licks his fingers and you can’t help but think of something else you could be sucking.

“I don’t know, that ice was pretty hard to crack. Maybe I can crack something else for you though.” Miguel says as he places a heavy hand on your bare thigh. He squeezes it and you suck your bottom lip.

“Mmm, don’t go sucking that bottom lip, amor.” You release your lip and pout. “Then what should I do with it?” You ask as you open your legs and feel his thumb rubbing your inner thigh. “Let me suck it for you. You know I do love sucking your lips, mostly these.” His hand travels up your thigh and you let out a moan.

Miguel leans in to kiss you but you jump back. “No, no, no. Not like this. We’re staring over and we’re going to start over as friends.” You close your legs and scoot your chair back from him.

“As friends. Good.” Miguel says as he keeps eyeing you like a hungry dog. “Yes, friends. So how was your day?” You ask as you bounce your leg. “It was miserable in the beginning, all because I mistreated my friend.”

“Oh! Well I hope you groveled and got on your knees to get her forgiveness.” You say as you continue to bounce your leg. “I don’t mind groveling. But I do know she loves when I’m on my knees.” The swallow you made was definitely loud enough for Miguel to hear.

You look at him and Miguel was no longer touching his food, instead he was standing up and letting his chair scrape across the floor. “If you want to be friends, then that’s fine. But I don’t want to be friends. I want you, and I’ll never leave the way I did, Tommie. Now I don’t know about you but I’ve been thinking about the taste of your pussy for the past two weeks and to know the only thing stopping me is your consent and those shorts is making me a bit crazy. So do I have your consent? If no then I’ll unders-”

“Miguel shut up and fuck me.” When you give him the green light he pounces and he lets his chair fall on the floor as he pulls you in.

He lifts you up and he pins you against the refrigerator. He kisses your lips and your hands work on getting his shirt off. “Mmm, Tommie where is your bedroom?” He asks as he sucks your bottom lip. “Down….the hall.” He cups your ass under your shorts and starts walking out of the kitchen. You manage to get his shirt off and you toss it. As you walk pass you grab your glass of ice and Miguel kisses your lips again, twirling his tongue with yours. You suck it and you grab the wall. “That way.” You tell him.

He kicks your door open and then kicks it shut once he’s inside. Miguel places you down on your feet and he looks down at you. “Eres tan hermosa.” He goes to kiss you but you press your fingers against his lips. “I need you to take off these jeans, and take off these boxers.” You tell him as you take a piece of ice into your mouth.

He doesn’t say a word, he simply just does what you’ve asked of him and he stood there like a chiseled stoned god. You press your hand against his taught stomach and he sits down on your bed causing it to creak.

You lower yourself onto your knees and press his thighs apart. He leans down and he kisses you, sucking and biting at your bottom lip as he reaches under your t shirt, massaging your right breast.

You break the kiss first and you grab another piece of ice. “You know, if I would've known you were just down the hall from me, I would’ve invited you over sooner. And we could’ve done this." You press the ice cube against the head of his dick and you watch Miguel’s eyes flutter closed.

“I’ll…remember that when I need a cup of sugar, mi corazón.” He lets out a soft moan and you grip him in your hand. God he was huge, how was this going to fit in your mouth? Let alone inside of you?

You needed at least two hands to hold him properly. So you popped the ice into your mouth, took him in both of your hand and you rolled the ice with your tongue over the tip.

You let the head and the ice past your lips and you suck slowly so you can get use to the size. “Una chica tan buena para mí. My good girl.” You look up at him and see his eyes full of lust. You then suck a bit faster, letting the ice melt away and Miguel lets out a whimper.

You decide to take him in your throat and you feel the tickle in your throat. The gag reflex. But you push past it and Miguel runs his fingers through your hair. “Mine, all fucking mine.” He says as he caresses your face.

You slowly start to bob your head up and down which causes pre to leak from Miguel. You taste it and he shutters. “Amor, amor you don’t have to do…th…that.” You were sucking and using your tongue at the same time which was starting to cause your throat to get tighter.

You don’t answer him, you just keep going. Keep sucking. You see he’s breathing heavy and he tries to move you off but you pin his arms down. Which was ridiculous because you knew he was the stronger one.

Then again maybe he’s weak around you.

He whines about how good your throat feels on the tip and he keeps still so he doesn’t hurt you. You look up into his eyes and you see the lust and want. You try to deep throat him but you feel yourself about to choke. “S…stop. Stop Tommie. Don’t hurt yourself.” Miguel moves you back and you have drool down your chin.

“But I want more, I want you to fuck my throat.” You say staring down at his hard thick dick. “I know, but baby next time. We have all the time in the world. Come here.” He helps you off of your knees and he sits you on his lap.

You spread your legs and his dick was pressed against the front of your shorts. “You feel that?” He presses it up harder against you and you let your head fall back and moan. “Yes, I do.”

“You want this inside of this little pussy don’t you?” You nod, looking into his ruby eyes. “I don’t think you do, amor. I think it’s too big for you to handle.”

You pout and caress his cheek. “I want you, I want you inside of me. I want you to fuck me till I can’t stand. Miguel please.” You beg as you flick your tongue out against his puffy bottom lip.

“Esa boca tuya...it’s gonna get you in trouble.” He says as he sucks your tongue. You moan and flick your tongue against his teeth. “I think my mouth is worth the trouble.” You say to him. You feel his hands grip your thighs and that’s when you hear your shorts rip. You don’t even both to look down, you can feel that he has it positioned right against you.

He slaps the head against the head of your clit and you let out a moan. “Relax for me, Tommie. I want this to feel good. Let me help you feel good.” You nod and as he slides his dick in you, your mouth forms a big O and you grip his forearms.

He hisses and moans how tight you are against your neck. He thrusts in slowly and you rest your body against him. He picks up his pace a little and turns your head so that he can kiss you.

“Does this hurt? Please let me know if I’m hurting you.” You shake your head. “Issgood.” You moan out as you take his hand and bring it to your clit. He rubs it slowly as he thrust in a bit faster.

“God I could fuck you for hours, mi princesa.” He continues to rub your clit as he grips your waist with the other hand. You were in heaven right now, getting your pussy filled while inhaling this man scent. You were in such lust, your legs were aching.

His thrusts start to get animalistic and you can feel his teeth starting to scrape gently across your brown skin.

You lean your head back against his shoulder and you moan out the first thing that comes to mind. “Do it…I want you to.” Miguel’s breathing starts to become heavy and his grip on you feels as if it’s going to leave bruises.

“Whatever you want, amor. I’ll do it. Whatever you want.” His voice sounds harsh and his starts to rub you slower as he thrusts faster, which makes your body start to shake. “Bite me…please bite me.” You moan out as your eyes roll back from him fucking you like a rag doll.

He lets go of your waist and he grips your shoulder. You feel the sharp pain for only a second and you feel not just his fang like teeth biting down on your shoulder, but you feel him coming deep inside of you. You groan out a few words in gibberish and you come hard.

You feel him let go and your body feels weak against him. He leans his head against your back as you feel warm liquid roll down your breasts. When you finally feel some strength enter your body you see four bite marks on your shoulder.

Before you can open your mouth, Miguel licks it clean and he slides out of you. You wince and he places you on the bed. From his body language you can tell he was going to bolt.

And you were right he stands up abruptly and he was about to leave but you grab his hand. “Stop. Don’t you dare leave me again.” You say in a command you didn’t know you could muster.

“It’ll be wise for you to let go, amor.” Miguel says in a strange tone. “I’ll let go when I know your aren’t going to leave me…” His shoulders were tense and you stand up trying to look Miguel in the eyes. But he turned his face.

“Miguel look at me.” You say to him. He looks away and this time you reach up and grab a hold of his face. “Look at me, please.” Your voice cracks and he looks down at you.

He had the same face you saw back from the club only this time he looked vulnerable. Your grip on him loosens and you give a gentle smile. “You are so pretty.” You tell him.

He bursts out laugh and you see his four fangs in the moonlight. His laugh was contagious because your started laughing as well. “You, are so odd, amor.” Miguel says as he wipes the corner of his eyes.

“Well I’m sorry I had to say the first thing that came to mind and you look pretty.” Miguel rolls his eyes. “I’m a man, I’m not meant to be pretty.”

You place your hands on your hips. “Well to me you are pretty, Miguel O’Hara.” You smile at him and you take a step forward. Carefully because you don’t know if he still might leave.

“May I?” You ask as you reach up. You can see the hesitation in his face and you reach back. “You don’t have t-” He takes your hands and places them on his face. He slowly opens his mouth and he shows you his teeth. You don’t say a word. Instead you rub your fingers against his four fangs. They feel sharp and they should scare you, but oddly enough you like them.

“Does that mean I’m going to turn into a vampire?” You finally ask. He gets a hold of your hands and he kisses each finger. “No mi corazón, you won’t turn into a vampire, because I am not one.”

“Then what are you?”

“Oh I’m something much worse than that.” You furrow your brows trying to get an answer out of him but he isn’t budging. “Does it hurt? Your fangs?” He shakes his head. “Are you hurt? I didn’t mean to bite you that hard. I was kind of lost in the moment.”

You feel your face get hot as you shake your head. “No, it…felt good.” He crouched down and and study’s your face. “Are you hurt down there?” He asks. You look down at your feet and shake your head again. “No, that felt good too. Could we?”

Miguel laughs again and holds a hand over his stomach. “Of course you’d want to have sex again. And I want to but right now, I’m…a little too excited in another sense. And you look tired.”

“No I’m not.” You yawn and you hate that your body betrayed you. “Come, come. Let’s get you into bed.” He leads you to your bed and helps you in.

“But I have more questions.” You tell him. “I know you do, and I’ll have answers for you in the morning.” He leans down and kisses your forehead and before he leans back you grab his arm. “Miguel…I forgive you.” You tell him.

He gives you a warm smile. “Thank you.” He says as he searches your eyes. “W��will you be there when I wake up?” You ask, not wanting him to leave. Because maybe this is a dream and if it is, you didn’t want to wake up.

“I’ll stay the night. Now give me a second.” You let him go and he looks around the room. He finds his boxers and you watch as he puts them on. He leaves the room for about ten minutes and when he comes back. He hands you a glass of water and he crawls under the covers and lays beside you.

“Is this better?” He asks as you take a sip of water and place the glass on your nightstand. You nod and curl up close to him. You place your hand against his bare chest and maybe it’s the trick of the light or maybe you’re just tired. But you see a ring on your finger as you look at your hand.

You blink and the ring was no longer there. “Night, Miguel.” You whisper as your body relaxes. “Good night, mi amor.” Miguel says as he pulls you close to his body.

The last thing you think of is if this is a dream, you just didn’t want to wake up…

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[taz-clark]

Bartholomeaux is such a great name!

and yes, that is indeed our secret. with the power of milo and tim tams on our side, we fear no spiders.

friends, countrymen, behold the treasures the illustrious @taz-clark sent to me! sweet treats AND art on my doorstep?!! someone is after my heart ! 😭

she MADE THAT CROC WITH HER OWN TWO HANDS!!! THE SKILL! THE EXPERTISE! his belly is bursting at the seams I tell you… it is so darn fat and squishable… I love him T_T I call him Bartholomeaux. He lives on my desk now

I've never had these treats before, they are delectable! Those Australians might be surrounded by monsters on all sides, but they sure know how to make a cookie. Perhaps that's the secret

[casper-nova]

Part 8

Freelancer: It's just like eating strawberry.. what?

Freelancer: It's just like eating strawberry milk. We're just going with it.

Milo: Am I being bullied?

Asher: Yes.

Smartass: Thank you dear..

Aaron: I love you

Smartass: ..Cunt

Aaron: Fuck you you motherfucken bitch

Vega: I'm gonna pour hot tar and dump a bucket of feathers on everyone.

Warden: wouldn't that burn?

Vega: for some people maybe

Doc: Someone came by and decided to take a blood bath in my intestines.

Ivan: shut up I will shove a beer bottle up your ass

Guy: Hello....

Honey: You sound sad, why?

Guy: Damn. Not even five into the call and you've turned into Sherlock Holmes.

David: Leave room for Jesus

Angel: Oh I'll Leave room for Jesus

David: You weirdo

Gavin: He likes being in control

Damien: ocd

Gavin: not for long

Damien: pardon fuck boy?

Aaron: How big is 2 inches

Smartass: About the size of 2 inches

Aaron: I will actually go over there and rail you- No I won't! what the fuck?

[liketwoswansinbalance]

A hilarious/ironic story idea for Rafal would be his going through one of those classic, boy-adventure book plots—like that of the protagonist from My Father's Dragon, Charlie Bucket from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Milo from The Phantom Tollbooth, or Alice in Wonderland. Except, child-aged Rafal would be a complete, miserable sourpuss the entire time he's confronted by whimsy and colors and wonder, and would dismantle everything that requires childish belief to happen on account of how it should run on the grounds of grown-up logic, not claptrap dream-logic and balderdash. Because, he wouldn't just accept everything he's presented with. Indeed, the beings of the new land would go into cataleptic shock at his poking holes into the “rules” they tell him about.

Then, he would "win" or "save" the kingdom by defeating the Great Evil Force by breaking down or draining the whole, parallel portal world of the magic that keeps such wars going or such kings in power. And when he returns home—just in time for supper, of course—that world would be rendered grey and dull and vulnerable, and he'd be poring over his children's illustrated edition of Encyclopædia Britannica, looking up the definition of "imperialism" and idk, Alexander the Great, and nagging his poor mother to buy him a war helmet with a hinged visor instead of a gas mask.

[simp999]

A New Home Ch. 36

Various Splatoon Manga x Skilled! Isekai'd! Reader

Wc: 1.1k

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And the fight began. It was gruesome. The only chance you ever got to take a breath to yourself was when you were battling Prince, because he was the only one with any sympathy. They kept you on your toes the whole time.

You noticed your weapon was flooding out much more ink- you hadn't thought to practice with it since, not wanting to waste your energy before the big match- but that was a mistake, because you were wasting time grabbing ink when you didn't need it- resulting in getting yourself splatted once again.

In the first 30 seconds, Tasha was the only one to get a splat on your team- but she was held at bay because she needed to keep her distance to stay alive. Leo began getting exhausted, Milo's smile faltered, and Tasha's brows furrowed, all the while you were all sweating buckets.

It surely wasn't easy, but you didn't want to believe it was impossible just yet. You swiftly looked back at Tasha, offering her a nod. All of you used your specials at the same time, aiming for Emperor. He got frustrated when he stepped in some of your ink, shouting out something you were sure would have sounded different if one, he weren't the "king", and two, this wasn't a kid-friendly manga. That's it, you might just have to play dirty.

You and Leo both bolted towards Emperor, Leo aiming for his feet to get them stuck in your ink, and you aiming for him. Edging jr. was taken care of by Tasha, but you had to continue watching out for-

Damn it, she got Leo. Now it was you versus Emperor.

You heard another splat- it was Prince down this time. Amazing job, Tasha. The fight seemed to be almost evenly matched, slightly in their favor. You just needed to take down Emperor. It was now a minute in, and the ink was around 50-45 in their favor if you had to guess. Ink-filled sweat dripped down the sides of your face, but you'd gotten used to it over time.

It was scary. But it was fun. Knowing that there was a possibility of taking down this asshole of a squid.

He shouted at prince when he got splatted again, distracting himself. You charged towards him, foreheads almost touching as you attacked relentlessly from a much too close range. It didn't matter if you used a long ranged weapon - you noticed it was more painful when you attacked up close. And here? Yeah, you wanted it to be.

He grunted in pain when you finally got a good hit in, and he let out a pained smirk as he winced. The others were being taken care of by your family. N-pacer was down thanks to the three of them, and they had Leo and Tasha on Edging Jr. Milo was on Prince, keeping his distance. Tasha would fire at Prince every once in a while to remind him not to get in her territory, which Milo was in.

You all fought your hardest, exceeding even your own expectations. Your skilled reaction times came in handy, just barely keeping up with team monarch.

There were now 30 seconds left, and you were still stuck before Emperor. He had a wide smirk written across his face, knowing he could take you down if he made this 1v1 last long enough.

You were running low on ink.

But that meant he was too.

You wondered what gear abilities he had.

10.

The crowd shouted.

9.

Sweat nearly dripped into your eyes, no time to wipe it.

8.

You kept him on his toes.

7.

You slipped.

6.

You recovered just in time to dodge an attack.

5.

His brows furrowed further once he realised you stood a chance at winning, Your color ink on his side of the map.

4.

His footing is perfect.

3.

You hear Leo holler in the distance, then a splat.

2.

You Raise your weapon up one last time, right to his chest.

1.

Your color ink explodes out before you.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

A score of 49.3 to 48.7 is shown before you.

In your favor.

You looked over at the opposing team with a determined grin. But it fell when you saw Prince's tears as he looked towards Emperor for reassurance. He glared at his younger brother.

What an-

He walked over to him, and hid Prince with his coat from the crowd. Was it to hide his weakness or to reassure his brother, you couldn't tell.

Until he finally wrapped his jacket around Prince. He pet his tentacles, too.

You stood dumbfounded, completely lost. Either way, out of respect for good sportsmanship, you walked over to Emperor. You shook his hand silently.

Then you turned to face Prince, and your expression completely softened.

"You fought impressively, Prince. You're a very skilled individual."

He sniffled and wiped his tears as he shook your hand and smiled. Such a sweet boy.

"...Can we still be friends?"

Your eyes widened and you tilted your head in confusion. Nonetheless, you nodded.

"Of course."

You pause for a moment, reconsidering Emperor's personality. You had gained a slight respect for him, you decided.

"Can we battle again some day?"

He looked at his elder brother.

The two of you glared at each other for a moment, but then his gaze grew softer. He nodded upwards at you.

He respected your strength.

Emperor wasn't quite as he seemed after all. Maybe all you had to do was beat him to show you were on the same level first.

You weren't quite ready to call him of all people a friend, possibly more of a rival. But you'd be glad to spend more time in his and his team's presence, growing stronger.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Your team was flooded by fans, separating you from your family. At least they seemed happy. You smiled.

It didn't take long before you spotted a Yellow-green inkling. Your grin widened out of happiness-

But he was frowning. Was he jealous that you won and not him? No, he was that sore of a loser. You didn't have much time to spend looking into the crow, but you had noticed that he and the S4 were missing from the crowd roughly halfway through the match.

You hissed out in pain as he roughly grabbed you by the arm, dragging you away from the crowd and into an alley. The S4 were all there, glaring you down.

No, they couldn't possibly be jealous. Come on now.

You furrowed your brows in confusion. Why were they mad? You won. You fought for them, and won.

"Who the hell are you."

Rider began, his voice monotone.

It rose with slight anger:

"You're not from Calamari county, are you."

He knew.

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[tricitymonsters]

DAY 4 - Fuck or Die

DAY 4 - Fuck or Die

Kazu x Mori x @bosspigeon 's insatiably hungry nerd, Milo.

Content warnings: out of control libido, magic demon heat, rough sex, tests of stamina, threesome

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This was all a very stupid chemical reaction as far as Kazu could tell.  Milo was always a jelly-legged masochist with an intense and refined appetite for the carnal but his new demon deal was pushing him to an insane degree.

Kazu remembered even their earliest meetings punctuated by Milo sweating buckets around him and unsubtly staring at his crotch, his thighs, his chest, his arms…  Milo was hard to resist in that he just WANTED so bad.  The sight of him swallowing dryly and rock-hard was usually enough to get Kazu interested in cornering Milo.  And usually, that warranted the kind of breathless, desperately horny little noise that signaled enthusiastic consent for Kazu to drag him into a men’s room, a dark alley, or one of their apartments (whichever was closest).

Mori, as was his wont, was always nosy and prone to eyeballing whatever Kazu was currently interested in and it had taken a very short amount of time before he ALSO discovered Milo’s hot, horny little noises.  Their threesomes started up mostly because Mori refused to mind his own business even if Kazu occasionally slugged him for his interference.  It was chaos, sure, but they’d worked out some semblance of a system for raunchy threesomes that involved the kind of rough sex that put Milo equal to a nice juicy steak thrown at two hungry pit bulls.

Now, however…

Even untransformed, Milo’s demon deal put him into incredible heat.  So incredible that Mori could smell him at least a city block away and subsequently had to fight to keep his own form under control.  They left to track Milo down- mostly because the more Mori could smell him, the wilder it made him and Kazu would rather him keep all four of his braincells.  At least until they could ascertain that Milo was not in any immediate danger or that the wafting demon pheromones didn’t attract more trouble.

So Kazu let Mori lead them out of the building and down to where a tight network of alleys cased several industrial construction sites. It became clear quickly that while Mori could smell the heat waft coming off Milo, Milo could smell the rapidly intensifying musk that signaled a horny demon cat in the vicinity.

A noise to the right made Kazu tense combatively, his body bracing to attack but he relaxed quickly when he saw that it was, in fact, the very person he was looking for.

Mori let out a low whistle as he took in Milo’s haggard appearance.  “You look like shit.”

Kazu grunted in agreement.  In the shadows of the tarped fences and buildings caging them in, Milo looked gaunt and pale, skin sweaty and sallow, eyes hugely dilated and looming brightly in his face.  Kazu took a step closer to help as it looked like Milo was about a second from collapsing but grunted in surprise when Milo suddenly darted at him, staggering like someone who’d had way too much to drink.  Kazu grabbed him under the elbow easily but Milo wasn’t interested in staying upright.  Or balanced even.  Instead, his free hand went directly to Kazu’s belt buckle and he let out a pathetic, desperate noise of want.

It went right to Mori’s dick and he was hovering invasively a second later.  Kazu wanted to slap Mori’s greedy hands away but he was caught between wrestling with Milo and trying to keep him off the ground.  But down to his knees Milo went anyway, wresting his arm free from Kazu’s huge hand and now fighting against his belt buckle.  Before either Mori or Kazu could think to question the action or even stop him, Milo lurched forward and pressed his mouth to the bulge in Kazu’s tight leather pants.  He moaned loudly against the stiff bar of Kazu’s huge cock, rapidly filling out and straining against his fly while Kazu himself jumped and growled at the sudden stimulus.

“You okay buddy?” Mori asked smugly, his lopsided smirk taking on a predatory edge that only intensified when Milo fisted his hands in Kazu’s pants as best he could and moaned again.  Kazu roughly seizes him by the hair reactively and nearly tells Mori not to antagonize him but Milo’s practically mounting Kazu’s leg in the interim and like fuck it what’s the point of trying to abstain from a steak that wants to be eaten.

Kazu yanks Milo’s skull to the side and deftly undoes his belt buckle with his remaining hand.  Mori, of course, takes this as an invitation to wrench his own pants open, his expression one of warped delight as his desire to transform fights against whatever restraint he has left.  Unfortunately for Milo (maybe), Kazu’s got more important things to worry about.  Like the way his dick is throbbing.  But in the second of clarity before things devolve entirely, he realizes Milo is fighting against his grip, fighting to get his mouth around Kazu’s fat, pulsing head and honestly it’s all the dam needs to break entirely.

Kazu wrenches him in but Milo goes enthusiastically, sinking down onto Kazu hard enough to choke himself- though all he does is moan wetly and his eyes roll straight back into his skull as his lids flutter in the pure rush of pleasure it brings.  Mori’s spitting on his hand somewhere behind Milo’s writhing body and Kazu growls thickly as the suction around his cock increases and Milo’s heady moan vibrates all the way into the root of his balls.

Mori moans, biting his lip and and already panting, manhandling Milo to a better position with less clothing in the way.  “Fuck he came from me just pushing in,” Mori groans lowly.

[chaotic-plumbob]

Summer: hiiii...we're your new neighbors, are your parents home?

Milo: I'm a young adult...this is my house

Summer: you...are an adult?

[yahoo201027]

September 25: Happy 73rd Birthday to Actor Mark Hamill, who provided the voices of the characters of the Fear Feaster in the Adventure Time episodes “Ocean of Fear” (2010) & “Billy’s Bucket List” (2014), Fire Lord Ozai on Avatar: The Last Airbender, Skips on Regular Show, and Mr. Block on Milo Murphy’s Law.

[rat-rosemary]

can i say one last thing about the cdream and ccdream?

i am just sure that cdream might start yoga while training again. ccDream recomended as it's calmer than traditional sports, cdream thought it was dumb. Then he saw yoga can be really intense but slowly it helps him to recover flexibility and better his posture.

now ccdream regrets it a bit bc cdream starts climbing for all the dteam house like a cat. Ccdream once almost calls the firemen when cdream got stuck in the roof

C!Dream might now know this but the yoga actually saves his life multiple times in the dsmp, not only because he's more flexible, but because other people will track him down and find him doing yoga and give up on the fight because they cannot fight Dream hard

But when C!Dream practices in the dransion then CC!Snf will try to join him for it :]

C!Dream biggest yoga companion tho is Milo, who will lay down on the mat and refuse to get up (They get him a mat of his own to lay in)

Also

"HOW DID YOU GET ON THE ROOF???"

"I'm fine, stop freaking out, I'll water bucket down-"

"DO NOT!!"

[slightlystupidhun]

Ain’t Misbehavin’

Fic inspired by the art of lovely @dizzy-n-busy . After taking out a member of the Shade gang who attacked his favorite detective, Milo Greer, a mafioso of the Shaw clan, finds himself in an interrogation room of his own with his detective running the interview.

“Mr.Greer, this isn’t the first time you’ve been in this room.” They said as they propped themself up in the corner of the room. They sat backwards on a chair arms resting against the back of it and facing him.

“Well, I hope for both my joy and yours, it ain’t the last.” He said with a grin that could knock the detective clear off their feet, but this was business and they had to handle work first. “However, usually folks take each other out to dinner before they break out the handcuffs.” He winked at them.

“Very funny Mr.Greer, nevertheless you have answers that I want.” They sighed as they moved to the table and lifted the tan colored file off of it. It’s pages scrapped lightly against their fingers.“How was your night last night?”

“Was quite fun, I went out with some friends, got into some trouble. Why you wanna join me?” He winked at them, picking up on the way their hands squeezed the file a little tighter and their eyes darted away from him.

“I need you to give me exact locations Greer. Because let me tell you, the evidence, is not in your favor…” they sighed pinching at the bridge of their nose.

“It never is, yet somehow you never have enough to pin me… unless you’re so infatuated that you’ve been letting me go every time in hopes to see me again.” He smiled at them. His accent thick, his charm thicker. So thick they felt as though they would suffocate from it. Maybe they wanted too… but they couldn’t.

“We’ll let me tell you what I have. A notorious member of the shade gang is found dead from an alley way you were seen leaving about 20 minutes before. You look like hell. You’re bloody, bruised. Hell you even got a gunshot wound in your abdomen” They set the file down on the table and put their arms against it. Their warm hands a stark contract of the cold mahogany. “Just what did you do last night.”

He smiled at them and leaned back in his chair. His gelled hair swooping over his face and his gold earrings reflecting the harsh light back in the detectives eyes. “Which one kicked the bucket? Was is the one that was buggin you a few days ago?” He didn’t need confirmation, he already knew that’s who laid dead in the alley.

He waited for that man to head back home from the bar he was at and pulled him in the alley. It was a bloody beating and Milo was winning until the guy pulled out a gun and shot him. What a sore loser, having to cheat like that. Nonetheless, Milo finished the job and tried to clean himself up, but about 30 minutes later, detectives arrived at his house.

The stealth rolled their eyes pinched their nose again to hide the fact that they bit their lip. “That doesn’t matter. Greer. Tell me what I need to know. Why did you kill that man and how?”

Milo smiled, he was completely smug as he leaned forward, his face mere inches from theirs. “I could ask for a lawyer ya know. But you’re lucky I like talkin to ya.” He then glanced to the side and saw the box of cigarettes on the table. “Can I get a light, detective?”

“Will you talk?” They said reaching into their pockets.

“Maybe, I’ll definitely talk to you, but about what I can’t say.” He smiled as they put the cigar in his mouth and promptly lit it. “So when can I take ya out?”

“For a date or with a gun?” They shot back at him as they started walking around the room. He laughed at their response and spoke again.

“It’s be easier to have this cigarette if my hands were in cuffs. Can I have just one of ‘em back?” He looked up at them with fake puppy dog eyes.

“Give me something and I’ll give you something.”

“Okay, fine I was in the alley last night. And I did see your corpse” He nodded over to the cuffs for them to release one of his hands. They did as promised and sat on the table in front of him. “But I didn’t see your man. I left an entire twenty minutes before he was found. And the wounds I got ere are from a bar fight I got into on the wrong side of town.” Their face fell as they couldn’t argue with what he just said. They had no way to prove his story was true unless.

“Do you have a witness for it?” They said raising their eyebrow at him.

“You wanna being in Gabriel Shaw?” He smirked as he rested his arm on the table. “I know you want this lead but, Sweetheart, Mr.Shaw is a hard man to reach, very busy.”

They smiled at him and crossed their arms. “I think I’ll take that chance Mr.Greer. Oh and don’t misbehave while I’m gone.”

“No worries sweetheart, I ain’t misbehaving, just savin my love for you.” He sang out the popular song with a wickedly charming grin.

[wolfxplush]

hiii how would any of your ocs interact with my oc milo? i’m very curious …

OUGH!!!! YEAH OKAY!! Little short cause I kinda slept the whole day..,.,

The funniest pairing interaction wise would be Milo and Lovette.

•Milo being a bully is an instant loss of good judgment from Lovette. She deals with the group so often than she plans on billing them for her therapy sessions.

•Milo being one of the younger bully’s though puts a slight warmth in her heart. Having been dubbed the schools mother.

•Lovette is a little bit more relaxed with her punishments.

•letting the boy off with a warning or a firm slap on the wrist.

•she isn’t one to turn a blind eye fully thought, annoy her enough and you’ll be dragged down to crablesnitches office with a snap of her fingers

•Milo very well likes to annoy the prefect to no end. Pulling the most amount of pranks on her than any other prefect.

•Whether that be itching powder in her jacket, pudding mud in her coffee cup, pouring a bucket of paint on her-etc. she gets annoyed quick.

•in short she watches over him but definitely doesn’t put up with his shit! I like to imagine it’s like holding a kitten by the scruff as it hisses at you

[harvestmoss]

🌿 Cleansing (Milo's Ultimate Guide)

Cleansing is the most important spellwork and ritual a witch should know. We may take showers and vacuum our houses, but we’re missing the spiritually cleansing part of ourselves, objects, and spaces. Spiritual cleansing is the practice of removing unwanted energies or spirits from our space, it may also help with “restarting” objects and to remove stale energies. Knowingly or unknowingly, these unwanted energies can obstruct and weaken your physic work, and lessens your chances of success. Typically before doing any spells, one should cleanse using a method they see fit.

If a room doesn’t feel right all of a sudden, an animal refuses to go into a space, the air feels oppressive and off, areas that are frequently the scenes of violence, a cleansing is needed. When receiving new tools for your craft, one should cleanse them from the past. If your body is icky or your charging is not powerful, a cleansing of yourself is needed. Here are some different ways to cleanse. Things I've found in other books, done myself, mixed with other spellworks, and more. Picked straight from my grimoire! Chapters:

Cleansing with Water.

Cleansing with Smoke.

Cleansing with Fire.

Cleansing with Sound.

Cleansing with your Broomstick.

Cleansing with Dirt, Herbs, Spit, and More.

Closing Notes.

Cleansing with Water

Spray the following waters on any objects, yourself, space, etc to cleanse them. Some of these waters can be added to baths, spray bottles, bowls and be used for regular cleaning too, these waters have been "modified" to enhance cleansing. While the most basic cleansing water is Salt Water, in which you mix water and salt together to gain cleansing waters. These waters may have more enhanced effects. For example, Florida Water empowers any formulae to which it is added.

Holy water

Florida water

Indigo water

Marie Laveau water

Notre Dame water

Pollution water

Rose of Jericho water

Tar water

War water

Make an infusion by pouring boiling water over black snakeroot/black cohosh, sprinkle it with rosemary wand to erase evil spirits.

You can throw evil spirits, bad vibrations and used amulets into the water. Go to a stream with running water and throw the object against the current. Then throw water three times after it. Clean your hands and face in water afterwards.

If you want to clean bowls, jars, pots and pans that you may have caught annoying spirits with or they feel stale and negative, then clean the jar by pulling it against the current three times so that it is flooded with water. Clean your hands and face afterwards. Feel free to mumble cleansing spells or prayers in between.

If you want to clean or renew the energy in amulets, jewellery and the like, you can tie the object to a tree and let it float in the running water for a few hours. It is best on a day when the sun's light plays in the spring's abundance. You can also place the object in a glass bowl. Sprinkle marjoram around it. Pour spring water over and let it soak in a beautiful spot in the sun from sunrise to sunset.

Spring water or water from a running stream is filled in clear bowls, pans, or jars and rests in the sun for a few hours. Take them inside and let them trap negative vibrations, spirits and air overnight. The water can be scented with herbs or oils as desired. The next day, the water is poured into running water (depends on how you scented the water). Holy Water can be used if spring water is not available at the time.

Make a strong infusion with angelica, strain out the herbs, and add the infusion together with white vinegar to a bucket of wash water to cleanse the floors and surfaces of a house. Boiling water to burn the evil spirits that’s in your floor boards.

In a big bot or iron cauldron, simmer rue, stinging nettle, and vervain. When the mixture is steaming, plunge or douse your knives, athames, and swords with the water.

Good to note that different types of water exist in nature such as, snow, rain, storm, spring water, water fall, etc. These waters also can have different effects for your cleansing.

Submerge your body in the ocean or a lake, feel how the natural water washes away the unwanted energies out of you, how your body gets recharged from the natural world. Alternatively, taking a bath or a shower to quite literally clean and bath yourself is also a valid spiritual cleansing method.

Cleansing with Smoke

The smell of incense smoke harmonizes soul and mind, the scent is the soul of the flower and brings memories of the sun, the moon, deep nights and forests into the room you’re cleansing. Scents gives birth to imagination and inspiration. The scent fills the room with ethereal beauty. Scents can also calm down anxiety and anxious thoughts. And smelling certain scents can have effects on your body. Mugwort, for example, is often used for sleeping as well as lavender, and smelling these flowers and herbs induces sleep.

Use dry herbs. Herbs and roots with an aromatic scent should be dominant in a scented incense. Green herbs without a strong scent smell like hay when burned. Herbal mixture can be tied up in strings or set on fire, you can hold it in your hand or place it in an ashtray. You can also throw it on a fire or lit charcoal.

Sage*, mugwort, rosemary, juniper, and frankincense are great for purifying. Bundle it together or burn incense sticks separately. Other combinations:

3 parts frankincense, 2 parts benzoin, 1 part myrrh.

Mix 2 parts St. John's wort, 1 part camphor, 1 part juniper and ½ part sage*. 

1 part juniper, 1 part sage*, ½ part elderberry og ½ part tansy.

Calendula, lavender, rose, orange peels, woodruff, pine needles, a bit of clover, cinnamon, and coriander.

Camphor, cinnamon, frankincense, myrrh, sandalwood.

Benzoin, dragon’s blood, frankincense, myrrh, sandalwood, sea salt.

Cinnamon, clovers, coriander seeds.

Dragon’s blood powder and frankincense.

Mastic resin tears or powder, myrtle leaves and berries, rose petals.

(* I think I should note that I use common garden sage that I grow myself, and not white sage.)

Instead of herb bundles, you can also make incense sticks yourself. To make your own incense sticks, you’ll need: Dry wood or charcoal, aroma of your choice, resin or SAP, thin wooden sticks.

Use a mortar and pestle to make dry wood or coal into powder. Here you can add plants or spices.

Once in powder form, set some of the powder to the side for later, as for the rest, add your essential oils to your mix. Depending on how many sticks you’re making and the amount of powder you have. You can mx this in a bigger pan.

Add some water to get the appropriate consistency, your mixture must be moldable.

Take your wooden sticks and a piece of your mixture and roll it onto the stick till it’s covered, leave a piece of blank wood at the bottom so you can hold the stick.

Sprinkle the incense stick with the powder you saved earlier.

Let the incense sticks dry in a cool dark place for about a week.

Cleansing with Fire

Fire is purifying and protective, but watch out, fire is such a strong cleansing method, it could burn your house down to a crisp and cleanse it that way, haha. Carry a candle light through the room. Go left three times through your spaces with your candle light, while calling the power of light and the sun's rays to warm and light your home.

Outdoors, you can light up your entire plot with torches. Sing and pray as you walk with your light in the dark. To cleanse with fire outside is done after sunset.

Create a blessing oil composed of frankincense and benzoin to a blend of olive and jojoba oils. Use either the essential oils or ground resin. Dress white and blue candles with the oil and burn to cleanse the atmosphere.

At witches' circles, parties, Litha, and bonfires, you can throw used amulets and things you want rid of into the fire. It will burn up and release you from the binding.

You can cleanse amulets, gifts, objects, clothes, etc. by spreading them in the sun and letting it shine through them. Turn them once in a while and take them in before the dusk falls. The objects can also hang in a window where the sun's rays fall. If a vigorous cleansing is required, this is repeated three days in a row.

Use mugwort and weave a wreath while tying everything you want to rid yourself of in the mugwort wreath. Burn the wreath in the fire and then jump over the fire**. Fill the space you want to cleanse, with the freedom you have been given.

(** Depending on how big your fire is, what you're wearing and your jumping abilities and comfortability to jumping over fire, proceed with caution.)

Cleansing with Sound

Ghosts are typically harmless and won’t do anything, so just leave them be. However, if you have a particularly annoying ghost, take your broom and sweep it out from each corner while yelling, yapping, and scolding.

Tuning a singing bowl as you meditate will cleanse a space and yourself. Generally, music and song will do the same. Fill a room up with noise and song and you’ll cleanse the space right out. Keeping the doors and windows open is best.

Hanging bells by the front door will keep spirits and unwanted energies out every time you open the door.

Hanging wind chimes around your property protects your space and scares unwanted spirits away.

Cleansing with your Broomstick

Broomsticks are not only meant for flying, but also cleaning, they are literally sweeping the dirt away. But broomsticks are excellent spiritual cleansers. Some spells call for ritual brooms that get used once, then destroyed. Other spells call for a regular broom to be used for spellwork.

Get a large bucket of spring water or use other cleansing water and let your broomstick rest in the water for a few hours. Then splash the water over the room you want to clean. Preferably during the emission of loud noises that cause unwanted spirits to flee.

Use the broom to sweep the dust from West to East. Collect the dust and burn it, toshing the ashes outdoors, you can complete the ritual by mopping the floors.

This includes a single use, ritual, broom that will get disassembled. Use any of the following botanicals: rosemary, hyssop, fennel, cedar, sage*, and vervain. Arrange the botanicals onto the bottom of a branch of birch (or any branch can be used), visualizing, charging and knotting. Sprinkle with cleansing water then sweep the area that needs cleansing. When done, disassemble the broom outside, away from the cleansed area. Bury the components in the ground or toss them into running water, flowing away from you.

Cleansing with Dirt, Herbs, Spit, and more

Soil covers everything. You can bury amulets, letters and anything else you want to rid yourself of in the ground. Go to a peaceful place, bury the object and feel the earth release you from it. Cover the ground with stones, moss, grass or branches so that the spot is invisible.

You can also cleanse with herbs by having them in the house. Rose geraniums and woodland wreaths will renew the air and their mild scents will chase away evil spirits.

Place a clove of garlic on each window. If the energies, ghosts, or spirits are particularly annoying, place a whole garlic. The garlic will stay there overnight, or more. If you feel the need is there, take the garlic the next day and burn them outside.

If you find a coin, stone or amulet, spit on both sides of it before using it. It cleanses the amulet and removes any bound energies.

If you have an amulet or object that you want purified or charged with your energy, hold it between your thumb and ring finger. Now sneeze over the object, turn it over and sneeze again. Now your energy is charged into the object.

You can also cleanse a space, person, or object with crystals. Clear quartz or selenite is a good option for cleansing.

Hang garlic, silver crosses, and/or rosary over the door frame to keep ghosts and unwanted energies out.

Keep a dish of salt and place your amulets and jewellry on it overnight to cleanse them, the salt will absorb the stale or unwanted energies. Toss the salt out in the trash when you’re done.

Cleans by literally cleaning your tools, sometimes they just need a bit of soap and visualization with it. While you’re at it, give them a good rub with your hands, you can cleanse through touch.

Since evil spirits and demons cannot cross salt, it is the best available protection. Sprinkle salt around your home or create a circle. If the evil spirit or demon is particularly annoying, use black salt for extra potency. 

Cleanse by intimidating your object, stare at it intensely and visualize your stare scaring the stale energies or unwanted energies out of the object.

Open your windows and let the fresh air cleanse your space.

Closing Notes

Thank you so much for reading this extremely long post, I hope you got some inspirations on how to cleanse your space! It should be noted, these are different ways I cleanse, but there are so many more ways to cleanse than what I have written here!

Also, hopefully, There won't be any spelling errors, if there is, please forgive me, especially for grammatical errors as English is not my native language.

Blessed day!! :D

(Image credit: Me! I drew this :) )