mars

(for peace, power & energetic defense)

Sometimes you don’t need a spell jar or a candle - just a quick spritz of protection. This herbal mist blends ancient warding herbs that cleanse, shield, and restore your peace.

🌿 You’ll need:

• Hyssop – wards off negativity and spiritual grime

• St. John’s Wort – keeps away hexes and dark energy

• Agrimony – reflects curses back to their sender

• Mugwort – strengthens your psychic shield and intuition

• Rosemary – protects your peace, mind, and aura

💧 How to make:

1. Fill a clean spray bottle with distilled water or moon water.

2. Add a tablespoon of witch hazel or vodka as a natural preservative.

3. Add small pinches of each herb (or a few drops of their essential oils).

4. Optional: include amethyst chips or a drop of frankincense oil for extra protection.

5. Shake gently and whisper your intention: “Only peace and protection surround me.”

6. Charge it under sunlight or moonlight for one full cycle.

🕯 How to use:

Spray around your aura, home, or workspace whenever you feel heavy, anxious, or watched.

Use before sleep or rituals to cleanse energy and seal your boundaries.

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after copping from the plug on his way home from some soul reaper work , or whatever ichigo told you it was, he told you to forget dinner and to order pizza. you could tell already that this was going to be a long night. ichigo usually only smokes nefore bed with you on occasion when he can’t sleep well. but tonight you said you wanted to smoke him out and see what happens. you also made edibles, red velvet cupcakes, but you weren’t playing fair so you didn’t tell him that. a surprise for later.

after you finished prepping for the long night, he bursts into the door almost breaking it to slam it shut upon seeing you. you in a tiny pair of white lace panties that barely covered anything along with a matching, equally as skimpy white lace bra. with a red satin robe barely hanging onto your shoulders , all he could do was stare and feel himself grow a tent in his pants already. “ichi baby i made you some treats!! i missed my sweet boy,” you purr and strut over to him with two cupcakes in hand. you give him one and he can barely register devouring the whole thing because of you.

he barely notices you taking the weed out his pocket to go roll it up. he follows to your bedroom ,quickly behind you. you’re eating your cupcake too, realizing how strong you made these on accident. perfect. he finally finds words to tell you how his work was while finding a background noise show on tv. with the first blunt soon rolled and pearled to perfection, you took the first few hits while laying on the bed with ichigo between your legs already. his head on your tummy with his hands feeling up your thighs.

as your high came with the weed first, you pulled him by him jaw to hold the blunt in his mouth while he smoked. his tolerance was a little lower than yours and it had been some time with the edible sitting on him. ichigo felt the edible creeping on the longer he smoked. his eyes getting real low as he gazed upon you. he always looks so good between your legs. must be where he belongs.

you take the blunt back and take a few more long hits, letting the weed fill your senses. the first sense being in your pussy already. your panties could barely cover your lips and were so thin from how wet you were getting. “ichi baby, you high already? you’re so quiet on me,” you took another hit watching the blunt almost become a roach. ichigo was so high and hard and staring at your cunt through your panties.

he was damn near drooling. he started kissing up your inner thighs, biting them too. such a sensitive place for you and he knows that. you moan and whimper the more he bites and kisses, making you so wet and needy for his mouth. “i want another hit pretty girl,”ichigo took the roach from you, taking a long hit. you grabbed a second blunt and lit it, watching him ash the first on the tray nearby. you kept smoking while he leaned back and slid down the bed a little further.

with his face so close to your cunt, he could smell you, nearly taste too. he didnt bother to take your panties off, just going in with a long lick of his tongue all over your cunt before kissing your clit. panties too thin from you being so wet but his mouth was warmer and hotter. and no cottonmouth, he was nearly drooling on you. he sucked on your clit through your panties with his hands reaching up to grope your tits. you started rocking your hips, grinding your cunt in his mouth as you grew closer and closer. you tasted so good, ichigo wanted more. tasting you through the panties had him grinding so hard on the bed he thought he would cum untouched.

you sat up to focus on riding his face the closer you got and he only sucked right on your clit harder. with a scream you let out a long moan with your whole body shuddering as you came on his face through your panties. you’re breathless trying to wrap your very high mind around your man but he was a few steps ahead.

pulling his remaining clothes off he grabbed the blunt from you to relight it. a hunger sat in you while watching him smoke. so hungry it made you get level with his dick to give his tip some kisses. you took him all the way in your mouth immediately , sucking him like you had bills to pay. he kept smoking with one hand on your head watching you suck his dick like you were so desperate for him. he was desperate to fuck you with the weed only making you feel so much better.

you swirled your tongue around the shaft while sucking him off while one of your hands went to massage his balls. they were so full and heavy rolling around in your hands. ichigo moaned deeply, letting some whiny breaths out. you were milking him dry with your mouth so soon and well he couldn’t take it. “oh fuck princess come here i want it in you” he growled pulling your hair to bring your lips to his.

he kisses you with such desperation you can feel it growing in you now. desperate for him. needy girl. one hand in your hair and the other hand pulling a pillow under your waist. prone bone…ichigo always did this position when you smoked together those rare times. he knows you can take it. he pushed his hands into your hips, adjusting your position on the pillow.

he was going to put a baby in you tonight. two strong hands grip your ass apart to spread your cunt open. ichigo lined himself up too easily needing your cunt around him. he slides in slow almost making you feel the most delicious stretch. no time to adjust he just started stroking deep and hard in your cunt. sliding around him too easy. he kept your ass spread making you take him deeper.

“daddy oh fuck it’s too much !!…” you screamed out while gripping the sheets hard. you were drooling, ichigo knew he hit you deep at that one spot you needed touched. a thick ring of cream forming around his dick from how good he was fucking you. “you’re taking this dick so well baby…you feel so good” ichigo moaned going a bit faster now , slamming in deep from the tip with every thrust. you couldn’t hold in a single moan no matter how hard you tried. he was fucking you too good for that to happen. you both were so high everything felt magnetic and warm. he was stretching you out too good. your grip on the sheets barely kept you stable.

he is talking about theatre. he is talking about theatre when he was younger. he says, "of course, it was AIDS then." in the pause, you ask him. clumsy and quiet and 16 and "straight," you ask him. what was it like.

to this day no other post gets sent to me so often by friends who have encountered it as a repost on some other site. the idea that more than one hundred thousand people have read these words, and know this story now, and maybe feel as i did, is tremendously humbling and unbearably beautiful to me. even by accident, even just passing on a story that is not my own, i often think that it is the best thing i have ever done.