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nwndrlndn · 10 months

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Christian Woman

pairing : sam monroe x goth!fem!reader | wc : 2.7k | 18+MINORS DNI

summary : just your usual sacrilegious friday night

warnings : ( christian/catholic ) religious imagery, weed, dub-con, impact play ( a slap, being shoved against a wall ), innocence kink, corruption kink, intercrural sex, hair pulling, clothed sex

a/n : partially inspired by the movie love exposure, partially inspired by christian woman by type o neg. im not pushing religion on anyone, believe what you want to. i just reeeeaaaaalllllyyyyyy liked this idea

Sam’s perched on your window seat and even though you told him to take off his boots, he kept them on and they were digging into one of your pillows. He takes a hit from his blunt and blows the smoke up into the air before he shifts slightly, sinking against one of your many black pillows. From where he’s sitting, he can see you perfectly. You look like a vampire bride from all of those cheesy 50s monster flicks, laying flat on your bed, a dark canopy obscuring your face from most angles. But he could see your eyes shut and your headphones slid over your ears and the way your hair was carefully tucked under your head so you look neat.

His eyes flit to your hands fiddled with one of the crucifixes you wore on your wrist, one of the many that decorated your neck, your wrists, and were even embroidered across the hemline of many of your jackets. Sam sucks in a breath before he calls out to you, "Lookin' good today."

Without even open your eyes, you mutter a quick “Shut up.”

Sam groans and takes another hit, his eyes looking at the various fading hardcover books and journals. "What's your problem? I'm trying to be nice here."

“You’re being slimy.” You slide off your headphones and he watches as you set aside your walkman.

You stand from your bed and walk to him, leaning over as you take the joint from his hand and taking a hit yourself. Sam sighs and reclines. "You look like a beautiful, fallen angel with those eyes and that outfit." He looks you up and down then smirks. "I bet if I touch you, you would melt in my hands." You roll your eyes and take a drag, blowing it out at him. "You're playing hard to get, I like it." Sam smiles and leans over to kiss your neck.

“Not now,” You murmur, pushing him away as you take another hit. “Not when I put in over an hour of work into todays outfit and hair and makeup.”

"Oh, come on, you act like it's so difficult." Sam chuckles and takes back the blunt for another hit. "Besides, I bet this outfit was made to be taken off at some stage, and I'd love to do the honors."

“Of course you would, you creep.” You hiss and he watches your necklace as you move, reveling in the way the cross swings like a pendulum against your chest, catching against the curve of your tits as it.

Sam grins and pulls you closer by your leg. "Oh, don't pretend like you're not getting turned on." He smirked and chuckled. "It's okay to play hard to get... You won't last long, trust me."

You scoff and move away from him, before you sit at your vanity. Carefully, you set down the rosaries and crosses you wear down. Your vanity is littered with red and black candles, small statues of the Virgin Mary, and small vials of plants and flowers. “You almost had me once. I guess you should be saying that I’m hard to keep.”

Sam lets silence fill the room for a few moments, before he finally gets up from your window seat and slowly starts to walk to you. "You know, I've always wondered why you wear those around your neck like you're some devout Christian. You never go to church and you don't really behave like one either." Sam smirked. "I reckon there's a bit of a sinner hiding behind those crosses." He chuckled.

“Why are you all in my business?” You mutter defensively and he leans back.

"You know, I'm always looking after you when you're too wasted to look after yourself and making sure that you don't get into any trouble." He chuckles. "Besides, you never seem to mind that I'm in your business or close in your personal space."

“I do mind when you get between me and Maria.” You say a bit louder, looking at your various small statues.

"Yeah right, and you're not supposed to put any one before the Lord, right? I saw you kissing Corey in the parking lot last week." Sam smirks and took another hit. "Looks like you're not a religious little girl after all."

“Doesn’t matter who I kiss, I’ll be forgiven. And thats not putting anyone before the Lord. And kissing isn't a sin.” With each sentence you give, he lets out a small snicker, only making you more defensive.

"Oh, that's rich. You can do whatever you want so long as you say sorry later - classic Catholic schoolgirl logic." Sam chuckles and took another hit. "And what about the pot you're smoking right now? Isn't that a sin or something?"

“In some cases. Go to church or something, stop depending on me.”

"Of course I go to church. I have to look like a good Christian boy to my father." Sam smirks. "And if you're so religious, you'd know that smoking pot is a mortal sin." Sam rolled his eyes. "But I guess you can confess all your sins later, right?"

“That’s just what the Pope says now… By the time I die, the Pope will be on my side and high as a kite.” The more you talk, the more Sam leans in.

"And what about your precious Mary? She'd be upset at the thought of you doing pot with me," Sam grinned. He leaned closer and exhaled a puff of smoke in your direction.

“She'd be more pissed if you kept touching me and groping at me.”

Sam smirked and put a hand on your leg. "I've already touched you. And it's quite apparent that you're not pushing me away." Instead of dignifying him with a response, you stay silent, taking out a brush and fixing your hair.

"You can try to play all cool and tough, but all it takes is one word from me to make you beg." Sam chuckles and leans close to you once again. "You really don't want to know what would happen if I whispered into your ear right now," he smirked, and when you stay silent, he feels frustrated. So he crouches down next to you, watching your hands and face as you brush your hair.

"I can make you feel so good," Sam chuckled and leaned over your shoulder to kiss your neck. "But I have to be careful not to leave any marks so your stepdad doesn't see, and I could always go for something else." Sam smirked and put a hand on your thigh before pulling away. "I'm just trying to look out for you, you know." He chuckled, taking another drag of the joint.

“You’re tryna look out for your own dick.” You say with a scoff. “Go down the street and hook up with perky Alyssa.” Sam looks frustrated for a moment before he chuckles.

"I don't need Alyssa, thanks very much for the recommendation. And I'm not some animal with no standards, you know." He took another hit of the joint. "It's just, you could use a bit of relief." He chuckled and looked into your eyes. "Or you've already started getting it elsewhere, if rumors that are circulating around school are to be believed." He grinned cheekily.

This hits you harder than his words before and you freeze. Slowly, you set down your brush and turn to look at him apologize. “Apologize now.”

"Wow, touchy subject there, huh," Sam chuckled and smirked. "Did you or did you not already hook up with Corey? Because I'm hearing a whole lot of rumors." Sam stared you down. "Either tell me the truth or I won't apologize."

You hear it before you realize what you've done, the sound of skin hitting skin. Then you feel the heat in your hand and realize you're not looking into Sam’s eyes anymore, just staring at his cheek as his face is now facing the wall. Sam's eye widened. He looked stunned for a moment like you had never seen. Then his expression soured and turned to anger. "Is that how it's going to be huh?"

He smirked and grabbed your arm, tugging you up from your seat and pushing you up against the wall and placing the back of his hand between your shoulderblades and leaning into your ear. "Maybe you haven't slept with him, but you've definitely been getting it on with those little white knights who think they're so perfect. What's with your attraction to good little boys anyway? I've seen it in your eyes since the first time we met."

“Just cause we kissed before doesnt mean youre my type and I can like whoever I like.” You hiss, struggling against him.

"So you admit it then?" Sam smirked and turned you around, holding your arms against the wall, his face just inches from yours. As he held you up against the wall, moved his hands to your waist. Then one hands moves up to your chest, Sam pressed his hand to your chest, his fingers brushing against your cleavage.

"I know you were getting excited the other day we were at the mall together, so why don't we skip the part where you play hard to get?"

You sigh, resting your head against the wall and you can see the Mary statues and rosaries on your vanity. “Not here... Maria is here... We can’t.”

"Who says we can't? Mary is all forgiving, right?" Sam smirked and took your hand, running his fingers over you. "C'mon, let's show her how much you want this." He chuckled. "We could even invite her to join." He grinned and leaned his face closer to you. "You do want me though, don't you?" He whispered, his hot breath caressing your cheek. As you start to push him back by his shoulders, breath shaky, he leans in and kisses your cheek.

"Ahh, see? You want me and you know it." Sam smirks and leans over your shoulder, placing his hands around your waist. He pulls you into him and whispers seductively in your ear. "Why don't you let me show you how good I am?" Sam smirks, his breath tickling your ear. "And, just remember, Mary is all forgiving. Just give into your desires."

Your hands grab at the sides of your skirt and you can barely look at him. “Please.”

"I'll take that as a yes." Sam chuckled, and his hand traveled across your chest and past your neck, his lips gently kissing your ear, your neck and then your collarbone. He pushed the fabric of your top further and further down your chest. "Let me show you how good I can make you feel." He kissed up and down your neck and your chest, his fingers grazing across your tits. His touch was gentle but strong.

“I was trying to be better.” You murmur, your hands sliding from his shoulders to his biceps.

"Who says having a little fun is a bad thing? You're not a child anymore, so why not have a little pleasure before you grow old?" Sam whispered into your ear as his lips met your neck, his breath warm against your skin. "And you can't blame me for being attracted to such a beautiful woman who never wears a bra." He smirked and whispered. "Maybe you want this. Maybe you like being touched."

“I'm wearing a corset.” You murmur, hands sliding down to his waist. “It’s a trade off.”

"And it's a damn good trade off." Sam chuckled, and his hand traced the contours of your body as he ran a finger down the tight garment covering your chest. "I can imagine exactly how you look under that corset." He whispered, whispering into your ear.

Your fingers hook his studded belt and he takes it as an invitation to kiss you and your lips meet. You can taste the smoke on his lips and as your tongues meet, you can feel how dry his mouth is. As you continue to kiss, his hips slide down to your hips, pushing you back against the wall.

“Stay. Still.” He whispers, before he kneels down in front of your dress’s high low skirt and pushes it up impatiently and you hold up the fabric for him. Sam smiles, edging your thighs apart and lets you steady yourself. “You’ve done this before, right?”

“No.” The word is quiet and you feel heat rise to your face. For a few beats, the room is silent and you just feel Sam’s fingers on your thighs as he thinks for a moment before you feel his breath inching closer to your black panties and his hair rubbing against your upper thighs. You want to move away but he grabs at your thighs to hold you still.

“Silk. I’d almost think you’re a good girl.” He murmurs before he leans in and starts to lick at your panties. You look down at where he’s settled between your legs and feel nothing but confusion.

“I am a good girl!” You whine back, jumping slightly when you finally feel his tongue graze your core and his hands hold you steady.

“Feels good right?” He murmurs continuing to lick at your slit over your panties and you let out a moan. Sam’s tongue slips his way to your clit, licking at it with his eyes shut. He drags his hands up to your hips, holding you to his mouth, making you instinctively buck against him. The longer he licks, the more you buck against him and slowly you feel a pressure in your stomach. As it gets to be too much, you let out a whine but he holds you still, licking you faster until he can feel your muscles tense and you moan out.

You grab at his hair as you come down from your orgasm and Sam gets up, wiping his lips dry. Once they’re dry, he pulls you in for another kiss and you kiss back lazily. You can hear him undoing his belt and muttering under his breath. “You're… not gonna?”

“Pop your cherry? I’ll let you wait, give you a taste of whats to come.” He murmurs before he leads you back to your vanity, making you kneel over the seat and rest your head against the black table. As you stay still, you can hear the shifting of fabrics and your eyes rest on a small Virgin Mary statue as she holds a baby Jesus. You feel him slide your dressskirt up your back as he settles behind you, holding your thighs together.

“Stay as still as possible. If you move too much, then your precious Mary is gonna have front row seats to you getting deflowered.” He murmurs as he slides his member between your thighs with a sigh. Once his hips hit your thighs, he lets out a groan and rests his head against your back for a moment. Slowly, he straightens up and starts to thrust into your thighs, letting out low moans and whines as his hands rub your back.

Every few thrusts, his dick grazes your panties and makes you whine and move back against him. “You are a good girl.” He murmurs, between breathy moans. His hands are gentle on you as he continues to rut into your thighs, treating you like a fleshlight as he chases his own pleasure. His hands start to grab at your waist as he finally comes against you, stilling as he rests his chest on your back. he follows your eyes to the statue of the Blessed Virgin you turned around.

“I feel wrong.”

“Then go confess.” He murmurs, moving your hair away from your face before he straightens up and uses a tissue he finds to clean himself and slide his pants back on. As you start to stand up, you take your own tissue to clean up your now sticky thighs and you catch him gathering his belongings and as you watch him, you whisper.

“Are you leaving?” And he grunts in response, pushing past you and leaving your bedroom. You feel a pit of dread open in your stomach, and pick up one of your rosaries and shutting your eyes to pray.

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sashi-ya · 4 months

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𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑳𝑬 𝑪𝑯𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑴𝑨𝑺 𝑫𝑰𝑵𝑵𝑬𝑹 𝐊𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐢 𝐁𝐲𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐧𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐞! 𝐟! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

⤹˚ synopsis. a noble woman like you have been invited to the anual christmas dinner, this time organized by the Kuchiki clan... But you aren't new to those lands, and Byakuya is a little bit weak when it comes to you ~

tw: mndi. smut. penetration. masturbation. semi public. cream pie. wc: 1,5k

Noble, refined, rich. Status. All of the things you didn’t need. Because you already have them. As equally as Mr. Kuchiki.

Your red dress, sexier than any of the rest, but still elegant caught the attention of everyone in the room. But you could only care for one just pair of dark blue eyes; Kuchiki Byakuya’s eyes.

Soft hand placed on his, sliding in glamourous style and still so full of lust.

“Welcome Miss (Name)” Byakuya salutes you, taking the back of your hand to his lips. Such action, causes little gasps around. Byakuya Kuchiki kissing a woman’s hand? What is this?

But not even him, a self-control freak, could resist the enchantment of you.

“Thank you, Kuchiki-san. I am glad this year it was you who were in charge of organizing the Christmas Noble Night” you whisper, coming closer to his face… oh so dangerously close, with bold bloody lips tinted in carmine hues.

Byakuya swallows. His motions seem to become slow, slower. Nothing but your seductiveness occupies his mind, fogging his judgement, making him extremely sensitive.

“It’s a pleasure to have you here” “The pleasure is mine…”

You walk past him, letting your hair play like a hypnotizing pendulum barely covering your exposed back. Byakuya’s eyes fix on the small of it, already imagining a thousand ways of kissing your skin.

After you have successfully asserted dominance over every little noble, it’s time to sit down at a fine, and full of food, table.

You sit in your spot, especially chosen to be right in front of the host and wait for Byakuya to arrive at the dining room.

Every low-grade noble woman awaits for his presence with great enthusiasm, even if they know he is a man of a single woman. However, every rule has always a certain exception…

As he enters everybody shuts up. His formal attire, a dark green kimono with gold details, flashes before the eyes of hungry singles. His hair, as always so silky and beautiful, flows with every step he takes, properly fixed into his Kenseikan. And his eyes, as always looking like a dark spring night, scan quickly the room before falling upon your imagery.

“Thank you all for coming tonight, I hope you enjoy” he announces, as always short and to the point. Byakuya will never rumble, Byakuya will never speak a single word more than what it should be pronounced.

He sits down and as he does, you cross your legs in such way that the high cut of your dress slides enough to let him see everything he was hoping for you to show.

Byakuya’s gaze changes from a severe to a troubled one; his gloved hands slide down his lap… there is probably something he needs to make sure it isn’t showing.

However, the seductive dance of courtship isn’t over. In fact, it is barely starting.

The first plate is served, on extremely fine tableware on top of silver plates. A assorted pieces of Sashimi await to be devoured. Like you wait to devour him, soon. Quick… faster.

You notice the noble man constantly -and rather notoriously- peaking at you, trying to know of every single thing you do. And as the long tradition in Japanese cuisine marks, you use your own hands to eat the pieces of Sushi. The juiciest one, sexily kisses your lips with salty taste. A little drop of sauce pulling on the middle of your lower lip, inviting a voyeuristic Byakuya to fix his gaze in them.

Ginrei-sama, Byakuya’s grand father and ex head clan, notices how lost in lust his grandson looks and decides it’s time to wake him up.

“Byakuya, pay a visit to the rest room. You are making a bad impression. You are visibly flustered, kid” Ginrei whispers, breaking Byakuya’s fantasy.

He immediately widens his eyes; now the embarrassment is too high for him. He debates himself whether to deny the allegations; to assert his dominance by mentioning he is the head of the clan now… but he choses to stay silent; his grandfather is right.

You notice, smirking ever so softly. There is something so beautiful about a needy man unable to control his own desires…

He excuses himself and stands up. Visibly annoyed, but still acting to supress any type of emotions he turns around and disappears into an endless hall of the Kuchiki manor.

Of course, it wouldn’t be proper to stand up and go behind him immediately… even if you would love to show the rest who has more rights over him than anyone else in there.

By the time the dessert is served and finished, Byakuya hasn’t came back. And that could only mean two things; either he is not willing to get tempted in public again, or he is waiting for you. In any case, both only lead to one single solution…

When everybody is a little bit dizzy from alcohol and good food, you quickly escape the place. You don’t need nobody telling you how to find him, you know the place very well.

And right where you knew he would be, you find him. Byakuya’s nose points to a snowy moon, with his body bent over the railing of his room’s balcony. You can’t see him, as he is facing the vast gardens of now wintery dried cherry blossoms and endless pristine snow.

You walk slowly towards him, taking your heels out before stepping into the deck of his balcony. You can subtly hear soft pants coming from his beautiful lips.

“Just as I thought, you can’t resist yourself no more… right, Bya-kun?” you ask, whispering and surrounding his body from behind towards his waist.

In between his delicate hands, his hard sex. Dripping precum, desperate to be touched, to be relieved. Warm skin you reach that contrasts with the cold breeze of a silent night.

He can’t speak. In his eyes, aside from lust is relief… you have arrived, his helper, the woman that brought back his masculinity is there for him.

You kiss his shoulder, surrounding his shaft with delicacy and yet very firmly.

“Were you waiting for me, Bya-kun?” you ask, sliding your free hand up his cold belly. “For how long have you been this hard?”

“Si-since you arrived… no, even before” he stutters; how strange it is to see this facet of such a serious man. So needy…

You begin to pump his dick, jacking off to drain every drop of seed out of his impassioned body. His legs quiver just a little, one of his hands grab the one you have on his lower belly, and his lips separate enough to let low grunts escape.

“You are so hard already, how would you like to cum… Bya-kun?” you ask, biting the lobe of his ear.

He shivers, letting his body succumb to blinding passion for just a little bit before ripping the kenseikan holding his hair up… Byakuya has lost control, and he is allowed now to do so.

The metallic piece falls into the deck, with such strength that reverberates and creates echoes on the now -hopefully- empty garden underneath.

He turns around, dominantly stopping your masturbating hands.

“Inside. Of. You.” He assures, lifting you by your legs and sitting you over the railing of his balcony.

You let a soft gasp out; even now, when you think you have control… you were so absolutely wrong.

His lips crash against yours, kissing you so concupiscently. Giving you the right to shut up and get violated by a tongue desperate to taste yours.

Byakuya rips the red fabrics of your dress; the sound of the sewing stretching gets covered by panting and whining. Long slender fingers, as soft as silk, discover with great surprise there are no panties covering your wet sex.

“Always so slutty, aren’t you? Always ready for me to fuck you” he murmurs, muzzled by your desirable trembling lips.

“Always, Bya-kun… ngh…” you whine, as he doesn’t wait much time and you immediately get impaled by his hardness.

Pulling from his lower lip, you let him destroy you with heavy thrusts and unmatched technique.

An exquisite increasing rhythm, and your legs snaked around his waist. Pants, whines, and grunts devoured by each other’s mouths. Curled toes, hair flowing on the edge of glory, mounting such a spectacle that can be seen by anyone who decides to pay a visit to the Kuchiki gardens…

The icy cold of Christmas does nothing to your body, the warm embrace of the captain of the sixth division keeps you hot enough. His teeth that sometimes travel to your hard nipples, biting on them, sucking on them.

Your head thrown back, your hands caressing and sometimes pulling form his beautiful onyx hair. To see his eyes fixing in yours while he pounds you, while he pull from your nipples… what a Christmas miracle, what a good present to receive on such a holly night.

Byakuya’s hand reach for the small of your back, once and for all. Pressing against his crotch, he has you trapped. With your back a little bent towards the abbys, and his mouth on your neck, you can feel against your walls the throbbing sensation of his sex. Your spasming walls, milking it harder, reaching climax, aching to be bathed by the Kuchiki descendance.

“Here, now… here is where I wanna cum… Inside you… now, and fo-forever” Byakuya growls. “Forever, you say? Please, do… Bya-kun. Merry Christmas, sweetheart~”

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marimoscorner · 3 days

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Consumerism & Witchcraft

Written by Marimo (he/they)🌿

I’ve seen a turn for the better in some witchy spaces regarding consumerism in the past few years, but overall it still tends to be an issue for us as a community. I’ve decided to try and breakdown the pitfalls I’ve noticed in my own journey, in the hopes that it will inspire and assist others. I’ve also provided alternatives and ideas on how to make small changes in our practice to help us better protect the Earth, stick it to the failing system and still acquire our bits and bobs we love so dearly.

As always, I am no authority on any subject nor am I perfect—but we’re all learning as we go, so let’s dive right in 🌿

A Preface

There are some things that should be made entirely clear before we begin:

You are not a bad person for wanting an aesthetic

You are not a bad person for unknowingly falling into pitfalls. Only if you continue to purposefully do so after knowing better

You are not a bad person for consuming content/objects or for not always making the most sustainable decisions. At the end of the day, we can only control our small part of environmental impact, while the rest is left up to the major corporations that make more pollution than any of us ever will

You are only human. Show yourself some grace and understanding that the internet so lacks.

My Experience in Consumerist Hell

I have fallen victim many times to consumerism in witchcraft. Starting my journey at the ripe age of about ten years old and heavily in the broom closet, I was quickly drawn in by the shiny rocks, the brand new candles and scents, the promise of new tarot decks and pendulums and other fancy, shiny new equipment. I was consuming an online aesthetic along with my ideals, and it distracted me from starting my journey by learning well.

I began to spend my birthday and holiday money on the aesthetic of things. While, granted, I still did buy a few literary resources now and again from my local secondhand bookstore—I was stubbornly ignoring the sage advice to learn and understand first before diving in headfirst.

I purchased statues, crystals, too many tarot decks to use. I purchased osteomancy bones I later returned to the earth, for I had not done enough research to know that that animal was mine to practice with. I had a tankard full of incense sticks, and even a growing pile of books that would not be read. While I liked to consider myself crafty with my homemade Maypole and various hand-bound Grimoires, something was becoming apparent: this was all a distraction.

The aesthetic I was partaking in was providing me with a false sense of progress and practicality.

When I’d go to do a tarot reading, I’d become far too overwhelmed with choosing a deck to read in the first place. When making an offering to a deity, I’d feel pressured to also bolster the altars of all the other deities I’d set up, and with my wide pool, the connections felt muddy. Often times I’d be off-put on a project or spell because I knew I needed to film it and it needed to look nice.

In the long term, I don’t have many of these items today. I’ve sold and donated a vast breadth of them. Feeling overwhelmed costed me a few years retreat from my craft to recuperate. However, what has stuck with me is the knowledge I picked up along the way.

So, What’s the Issue? TL;DR

I’ve noticed a few issues here in making these mistakes myself.

Consumerism absolutely distracts you from learning and your craft

Overconsumption leads to environmental damage. If everyone hoarded supplies, there would not be enough to go around. And with what gets thrown away every year…it paints an ugly wound on the Earth

We damage our learning abilities by not allowing ourselves to be anything less than perfect

The need for aesthetic creates barriers to entry within the community and creates a divide of haves and have-nots

You won’t be able to truly follow your individual path if you are only consuming and not creating for yourself

Consumerist culture promotes appropriation. Metaphysical stores carry items from closed practices (such as white sage and palo santo, or coyote bones) because someone is buying them. Don’t be that person, and find alternatives relating to your own culture instead

Consumerism can influence your spiritual decisions based upon monetary inclinations (where some may sacrifice a quality ingredient over a higher quantity of a lower quality ingredient)

So, what can we do?

Firstly, I want to clarify that I am not against collecting, nor am I against maximalism or the beautiful visual aesthetic we carry as a community.

I am an artist a very visual person and understand the longing for a beautiful home and workspace. However, this aesthetic shouldn’t come at the cost of irresponsibly harming the Earth or another community.

Thus, I’ve compiled a list of small things that I will be incorporating into my practice to make it more mindful and sustainable. I hope that you’ll join me in a few of them.

Minimize Supplies. While I used to have a huge selection of stationary for my Grimoire, I now limit myself to a simple pencil and watercolor set if I’m feeling artistic. This helps me actually use my Grimoire for study, rather than to keep perfect. It’s also friendlier on my wallet!

Thrift Supplies. There are plenty of perfectly good items that get donated daily. You can get high-quality candles and holders, old crystal bowls for altar offerings, spare crafting supplies, fabric for alter cloths and even clothing if you so wish—all for a fraction of the cost new and while saving the planet just a little bit more. Hell, you can sometimes even find good silver!

Share Supplies with your Community. You can create a sort of barter system with other witches in your area. Perhaps you create a sigil for them, and they provide you with a candle spell. Play to your strengths and grow together!

Look for Creative Outlets. Do you really need to go buy an altar statue that’s been mass-produced? Or can you give your deity the personal gift of a drawing, painting or even hand-modeled or hand-carved rendition? This will also deepen your connection to your craft and your magic, and make it more meaningful and stronger. If you really like something, though, go for it!

If you aren’t the artistic sort, consider supporting an artist before going to a large company. While I haven’t purchased from them myself, Blagowood on Etsy has beautiful deity statues carved from wood by their small team in Ukraine for a comparable cost to the standard mass produced metal statues. I consider this extra labor of love going into these pieces and those of similar small companies to be much better energy for my practice. I myself may put out some art prints and other handmade supplies in the future, but I will likely spread them around my community first.

Try Secondhand Books. While not available in every area and further still not as available for witchcraft and occult books, you may strike luck! Not only are secondhand books less expensive, but you’ll be supporting a local business. That’s not to say you can’t buy firsthand books, but some searching around may be beneficial to the earth and to your wallet in the long run.

Be mindful of where you source supplies and decor. If you are a fan of taxidermy decor, make sure that you source cruelty free. Bats can practically never be sourced without cruelty, so if a shop carries them, I’d be mindful of their other specimens. The same goes for if a shop decides to forgo a culture’s wishes and carry supplies sacred to them, such as white sage or dreamcatchers. Supporting folks who turn a profit off of others’ suffering is not something many would wish to include energetically in their craft.

Search the Wild for Tools. Find sticks, flowers and other plants out in the forest. Learn how to rockhound in your area for crystals. Your craft will be more powerful the more connected it is to the land you are surrounded by. Be sure to reference guides for safety and legality!

Get Creative with Purposes. If you are having difficulty finding exactly what you need by thrifting or searching, make another tool multipurpose if it would do the job good enough. Find supplies that are easy to source and work as substitutes for other ingredients (ex. Quartz as a stand in for other stones)

Spend more time Doing. Go out into the woods (safely) and advance your connection to the earth instead of worrying over the perfect item for your collection. Your craft will benefit

At the end of the day, all of this is your decision. Take what you like, and leave what you don’t. Even if we don’t agree, I thank you for your time and open mind. I will continue updating about how I incorporate these steps, and I will also hopefully post more on witchy crafting in the future.

I wish you well, and hope you’ll decide to follow along on our journey!

#pagan #pagan witch #paganism #witchblr #witchcraft #marimo writes🌿

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Have a Bleach extended-winter-war time-travel-fix-it idea. In this AU Kaien's death happened before the whole turn-back-the-pendulum arc. (Yes, another Bleach time-travel AU, I know, shut up.)

As Ichigo and Kisuke are planning to go back to the past, Kisuke makes sure to emphasize to Ichigo that they have to protect Shiba Kaien. Apparently, it's of the utmost importance.

Ichigo doesn't know exactly how Kaien's continued well-being plays into saving the future. Kisuke never really explains it, or gives him a straight answer when he asks. But Ichigo knows that the Shiba Clan-Head carried a great deal of political power, and Ichigo also knows that Kaien -- according to Kukaku and Rukia -- was highly competent, incredibly noble, and fundamentally kind. It's not exactly unintuitive that a person like that could be important to bringing down Aizen.

So Ichigo listens, when Kisuke tells him to protect Shiba Kaien. He memorizes how Kaien died in the original timeline. He's attentive as Kisuke reiterates for the thousandth time that Aizen will keep trying to assassinate Kaien until he succeeds. He takes notes when Kisuke hypothesizes about what Aizen's various assassination attempts might look like -- poison during a meal, hired assassins at night, an ambush during a mission.

Ichigo ingrains the assignment into his core: protect Shiba Kaien, because if Kaien falls, the mission fails.

So when Kisuke slips a paralytic into Ichigo's tea and places Ichigo in the middle of the time-travel kido array and drains the entirety of his own spiritual energy to activate the array, a sacrifice that Ichigo never would have agreed to--

Well. The first thing Ichigo does when he arrives back in the past, numb and alone and only able to function by focusing on the duty that is his purpose -- is track down Shiba Kaien.

After all, if Ichigo is going to kill Aizen -- and he is, no matter what it takes -- he needs to keep Kaien alive.

Ichigo goes straight to the Shiba family grounds. In true Shiba fashion, they accept him immediately as family. They tend to his wounds and give him a meal and welcome him home. They let him get away with his weak excuses and explanations, and they defend his presence to the rest of Soul Society.

Kaien, in accordance with everything Ichigo has heard about the man, personally takes the newest addition to the family under his wing.

Ichigo's plans to deal with Aizen take shape around his need to keep an eye on Kaien.

Ichigo, instead of running as far and fast as he can from the Shiba clan, accepts the offer to live in the Shiba compound. He gets to know every clan member and retainer, subtly vetting for traitors. He sleeps in a room near Kaien's, allowing him to both guard against assassins at night and place warding runes around Kaien's door without having to worry about being caught somewhere he has no business being.

He joins the Court Guard in the 13th division instead of the 5th, because the only real way to protect Kaien on a mission is to be there with him. Ichigo knows that if there's an ambush, or if the mission details have been tampered with, he'll be more than enough fire power to get Kaien out of it. And it's easy to always get paired with Kaien; Kaien -- reliably taking every opportunity to hover around Ichigo that he's offered -- does most of the work, leveraging his status as lieutenant and Ichigo's combat ability to keep them together.

Ichigo finds himself frequently taking meals with Kaien and Kaien's friends. Kaien always invites Ichigo, and Ichigo accepts so he can subtly check the food for poison.

(Ichigo does not tell Kaien about Aizen. Ichigo is still unsure what Kaien's role is in the whole fight, and in the meantime, telling him about Aizen is a sure way to get him killed.)

Things heat up. Ichigo prevents both Miyako and Kaien's death, killing Metastacia before it can hurt anyone. Ichigo's shadow war against Aizen gets more intense. Ichigo sneaks out regularly to dismantle Aizen's illusions, destroy his labs, and attack his network of power, slowly weakening him.

Ichigo waits for the assassination attempts against Kaien, but they don't come, even several weeks after Metastacia fails. Ichigo takes it as a sign that he's got Aizen distracted.

Things continue for a while. Ichigo falls into a strange routine.

(And Ichigo tries not to break, seeing so many of his loved ones alive and unknowing of him. It is agony, to be around Shunsui, who is not his mentor, and the Visored, who are neither visored nor pack.

But the worst is when Captains Urahara and Shihouin catch on to his war against Aizen. He finds himself working with them as allies.

Allies. Mere allies, instead of --

Well. Not that it matters anymore.

All that matters is his duty.)

Time passes. Aizen weakens. There are no attempts on Kaien's life yet.

And then Aizen's web has unraveled enough for Ichigo to attack.

It's a long battle. It's a bloody battle. It's a very public battle.

Ichigo wins.

And it's only after it's all over -- after Aizen's crimes are revealed and Soul Society is at peace and the future is saved; after Ichigo finds himself still alive and adrift, with nothing left obligating him to keep going and everything telling him to give up; as Kaien refuses to leave Ichigo alone and escorts him to regular appointments with Unohana and forces him to talk about the truth of his past --

It's only then that it clicks.

Ichigo is whispering secrets about the future into Kaien's chest, Kaien's arms wrapped tight around him, when Ichigo confesses that he messed up, that he put the Shiba clan in unnecessary danger. Ichigo tells Kaien about his death in the original timeline. He talks about how Kisuke told him that in this timeline, Aizen would try and kill Kaien again if the first attempt failed. Ichigo promises desperately that he never would have sought out the family -- would have kept the danger far, far away from them -- if he hadn't thought he had to watch Kaien's movements so closely.

And Ichigo admits that Aizen never actually tried again. Ichigo admits that he and Kisuke miscalculated, that Ichigo brought danger to the Shiba's doorstep for nothing.

It happens like this:

First, the words leave his lips, "Kisuke" and "miscalculated" in the same sentence. Hearing himself say it lays bare the absurdity of its premise.

Then, Kaien draws away slightly, to look Ichigo in the eyes. Ichigo sees, plain on Kaien's face, a terrible, damning gratefulness.

Then, Kaien says -- fierce and defiant in the face of what could have been -- "I am so glad you came home."

And it clicks. At last, Kisuke's final manipulation reveals itself to Ichigo's eyes.

The emotions flash through him: the sting of betrayal; a flavor of love that bursts across his tastebuds as hurt; a familiar brand of exasperation that, a split second later, has his knees giving out under the weight of old pain made fresh.

Kaien catches Ichigo before he hits the ground and holds him as he shatters. And Ichigo can barely breathe through the knowledge that Kisuke would have been so smug to see them.

A sob rips itself from Ichigo's chest, and it's followed by another, and another.

Ichigo's older cousin holds him, in the home of their family, through it all.

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THE END except not really.

This must immediately be followed by a whole arc where Kaien, much to his own dismay, finds himself trying to hook Urahara up with his little cousin.

After all, Future-Urahara sent Ichigo to the Shiba clan. Future-Urahara tricked his little cousin into bypassing his own self-destructive tendencies to seek out family and love and support. Clearly, Urahara would actually be good for Ichigo.

And, you know, Ichigo clearly loves Younger-Urahara, judging by Ichigo's whole... well, everything, whenever the two interact.

(This whole matchmaking endeavor is made easier by the fact that 1) Kisuke is already infatuated, fascinated, and not a tiny-bit madly in love, and 2) Yoruichi is also, from the other end, trying to set Kisuke up with Ichigo.

This whole endeavor is made more difficult by the fact that 1) Ichigo is in denial that he loves this younger Kisuke since he never thought this younger Kisuke could also fall in love with him, 2) Kisuke is in denial that he loves Ichigo because that is a Shiba and he himself is a creepy low-born ex-assassin mad-scientist, and 3) neither Ichigo nor Kisuke know what it looks like when someone is interested in them.)

Poor Kaien. He succeeds eventually, but not before witnessing truly legendary social ineptitude.

#bleach #bleach au #time travel bleach style #time travel #kurosaki ichigo #urahara kisuke #shiba kaien #uraichi #can someone please explain to me why this CONCEPT/IDEA is over 1.4k words #please #help...#also if any sentences or concepts don't make sense or if there are typos feel free to say so in a note or something #i did this in a very short amount of time and am too done with it to actually properly proof-read

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cypherdecypher · 11 months

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Animal of the Day!

Turquoise-browed Motmot (Eumomota superciliosa)

(Photo by Andrew Spencer)

Conservation Status- Least Concern

Habitat- Central America

Size (Weight/Length)- 65 g; 30 cm

Diet- Insects; Small reptiles; Fruits

Cool Facts- The turquoise-browed motmot is the king of insect hawking. They stake a claim in scrubland around farms and freeways, finding a cozy spot on a fence. Using sharp eyesight, they target flying insects and pluck them from the air with their long beak. Despite most birds having feather display differences based on sex, the long tail the motmot sports is found in both males and females. When a motmot sees a predator, they wave their tail like a pendulum to alert the rest of their flock to the threat. Females favor males with longer tails in the hope that her own offspring will have the brilliant plumage to ward off threats. The turquoise-browed motmot is a popular sight for locals as they eat insects dangerous to crop yields and have a croaking call that can alert farmers of predators stalking their herds.

Rating- 13/10 (A bird of many names.)

#Animal of the day #Animals #Birds #Sunday #May 21 #Turquoise-browed motmot #Motmot #biology #science #conservation #the more you know

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slavghoul · 1 year

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“You never reach the status quo. Unfortunately, the pendulum swings and sometimes you're in the shitter and sometimes the opposite side, that's how it's always been,” he says. Time and trends, belief systems and music, all move in circles. “That's the horrid thing about the shit that they're trying to sell you, especially when they're trying to sell it as some sort of religion sandwich because they're telling you that the world is linear, and time is linear.

“In this case, they're talking about heaven or hell,” Forge notes, but “That is not how it really works. Everything else in this world is circular. So why wouldn't that also be circular? That's the true essence of evil – tricking people into believing something in order to get something out of them and trying to sell them salvation.”

#the band ghost #tobias forge #interview

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thrashkink-coven · 4 months

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Hi all,

Welcome to the last part of my 2024 altar tour! 4/4

What a year it has been! I have learned so much and made so many new friends! My altar has always been a reflection of my psyche, seeing it’s beauty reminds me of the beauty that exists within me. :)

So this is my final little work space where I do pendulum magick and tarot readings. There is a devotional mug to Lord Lucifer which I use for our morning coffee chats. There is also Lucifer’s devotional dragon statue, as well as the dual scrying mirror for him and Faviel.

There is a normal mirror and a statue of a pharaoh’s tomb. The board which the flowers and offerings are placed on dawns Faviel’s sigil and candle. To Faviel I have offered a palm stone, flowers, an acorn, smoky quartz, some black earrings, and some grubs.

Beside him is my pendulum in a selenite charging bowl along with my pendulum mat.

The black and white image you see was a piece of art I made for Archangel Jophiel after he gifted me a vision a year or so ago. I use it whenever I’m reaching out to him.

Beneath my altar is some space for storage where I keep my larger cauldron, mortar and pestle, larger candles, etc. There is also my stand where I keep my broom, fire poker, and shovel. My witch broom is wrapped in a protective seal. I use it to sweep ash from my prayer mat.

And finally, here are a few of the books I have in my collection that have greatly greatly aided me in my craft. Remember to do your research my dears!

The Arbatel of Magick- First English edition 1633, new edition 2013, edited by Earl Marwick

Healing with Form, Energy, and Light- Tenzin Wangyal Rinpoche

Gods and Goddesses- Hallam, Elizabeth

The Lesser Key of Solomon- S.L MacGregor Mathers and Aleister Crowley

The Dictionary of Alchemy- Diana Fernando

The Art of Angels- Howard Loxton

Backland’s Book of Spirit Communications- Raymond Buckland

Transcendental Magick- Éliphas Lévi

The Greater Key of Solomon- S.L MacGregor Mathers

A History of God- Karen Armstrong

A Dictionary of Angels, Including Fallen Angels- Gustav Davidson

Making Talismans- Nick Farrell

The Sixth and Seventh Books of Moses- Johann Scheibel

The Egyptian Book of the Dead

The Rise and Fall of the Nephilim- Scott Alan Roberts

Buckland’s Complete Book of Witchcraft- Raymond Buckland

Candle Burning Rituals- Raymond Buckland

The Complete Book of Black Magick and Witchcraft

Green Witchcraft, Folk Magick, Fairy Lore & Herb Craft- Ann Moura

The Book of Forbidden Knowledge, Black Magick, Superstition, Charms and Divination- First Edition 1910s Johnson Smith & co. New Edition 2016 edited by Earl Marwick

Three Books of Occult Philosophy- Henry Cornelius Agrippa

and of course, The Holy Bible- New Living Translation.

I have many other books in my collection on tarot and astrology in my living room, but these are the books that have had the greatest impact on my craft. Here are a few of those other ones:

Love Potions- Tatania Hardie

The Book of Destinies- Jane Struthers

The Crystal Bible 2- Judy Hall

The Tarot Bible- Sarah Barlett

The Wicca Bible- Ann Marie Gallagher

Cunningham’s Encyclopedia of Magical Herbs- Scott Cunningham

Magic and Medicine of Plants- Reader’s Digest

The Power of Birthdays Stars and Numbers- Saffi Crawford and Geraldine Sullivan

The Witches’ Goddess- Janet and Stewart Farrar

The Witches’ God- Janet and Stewart Farrar

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I wanted to end this tour off with my reading material because I want to emphasize how important it is to understand that “magick” is not just “stuff”.

I really enjoy all of my magical tools and there’s absolutely nothing wrong with having and wanting pretty things or an aesthetically pleasing altar. In fact I believe aesthetic and care are acts of love in themselves. Don’t ever let someone shame you for wanting to decorate and indulge in the aesthetics of your craft.

But please do remember that our greatest magical tool is our minds, our senses, and our experiences- our brains. Remember to read read read lots of material from many different sources. Contemplate honestly on everything you read, hear and experience. Do not take everything you believe today as a fact, do not box yourself in to anything. (Maybe that’s the Luciferian in me speaking lol)

Learn how to do magick alone, without any tools. My magick is not my stuff, although my stuff greatly aids me in my magick. Does that make sense?

Thank you so much for reading! I look forward to growing and learning so much more this year! :)

Blessed be!

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celestial-astro · 29 days

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Free Pendulum Readings

Status: CLOSED

Disclaimer: This is for entertainment purposes only.

How it works:

-Send in 1-3 Yes, No, or Maybe Questions. These questions can be about anything, even k-pop yes or no questions.

-I will ask the pendulum.

Example Questions:

Should I confess to my crush?

Did he/she ever have feelings for me?

Do you think [insert kpop group] will have a successful comeback this year?

These are just examples. Also quick disclaimer; the questions will be answered by a quick YES, NO, or MAYBE. There won't be additional details so keep that in mind when sending your questions.

Rules:

-General Guidelines need to be followed, and I reserve the right to refuse to answer questions that are too invasive/personal. I hope you understand.

-Must like and reblog this post.

-Anons are ok, but I need to get either initials or a nickname.

-Send at least one emoji with the ask.

-Follows would be greatly appreciated, but not required.

-The game is open for as long as the status on top says OPEN.

-You can send multiple asks but only max of 3 questions per submission.

If you understood the rules above, please send any animal emoji with you ask. 🐶🐱🐭🐹🐒🐥🦅 (I won't be answering questions that ignored this step).

#free tarot #kpop divination #free readings #free tarot reading #kpop readings #tarot reading #tarot games #pendulum

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wednesdaywitchcraft · 6 months

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Setting up your altar is a personal manifestation of your soul and your personality in the way you practice your Magick. Each witch may have a unique set up that reflects who they are, what type of witchcraft they practice, and what is sentimental to them. As such, every altar may look a little different. There is no specific “correct way” to set up your altar. The right way to set up your altar is what feels right for you. Nevertheless, if you’re setting up your first altar and don’t know where to begin, here are a couple tips on how you can set yours up:

Where to set up your altar:

You can set up your altar anywhere! You can set it up in your home, in your garden, in your workspace (although the best place to set it up would be a more private space) but essentially an altar can exist anywhere you make the room for one. Typically the best place for an altar would be a bedroom, since its a space that most people are connected to spiritually and feel most at rest. My altar is set up in a corner of my walk in closet. It’s on the smaller side but its big enough for me to practice my craft. For those that need a much smaller space, you could set your altar up on a dresser, a nightstand, or even your windowsill. You could even get a portable altar that can be taken down and put up easily, which is good for those that live in smaller housing and those that like to travel.

Which direction should your altar face:

Again, this one is more of a personal decision. In Wiccan history, traditionally the altar is said to be facing North. However, you can face your altar in whatever direction feels right. Perhaps there is a beautiful view facing East that helps you meditate, or perhaps the area you want to set up your altar in only faces South. That is completely OK. As for me, I have my altar facing North-East, based on my preference on the elements I feel most connected to. I have two modes, I’m either completely grounded or completely in the clouds, so the elements I feel most connected to are earth and air; which is how I chose to position my altar. If you want to position your altar for the elements you feel most connected to, you would choose between North (earth), South (fire), East (air), and West (water). However you choose to position your altar should feel right to you.

What to put on your altar:

Your altar can consist of a few traditional things and personal things. You can have plants, crystals, candles, incense, and other traditional tools. You can also have personal items such as photographs, magazine clippings of something you want to manifest in your life, a homemade wreath or jewelry, or anything that feels personal to you such as a seashell or stone you picked yourself on your last hike or adventure. There’s a few things I personally believe every altar should have for spiritual protection purposes (this is my opinion only, not mandatory in any way) and those are:

an altar cloth

a candle

protective crystals (such as black tourmaline, smoky quartz, or amethyst)

incense or white sage

a fireproof bowl or cauldron

Additional things you may want to consider for your altar:

a wand (either premade or handmade) or athame

herbs or crystals for spells

a pendulum board or ouija board (if you wish to commune with spirits)

a chalice

something representing each of the elements

a compass

charms or small statues of things that you connect spiritually with

hand-picked items such as seashells, acorns, pine cones, leaves, feathers, or stones

Important things to remember about your altar:

I know I sound like a broken record saying this, but again, your altar should be personal. A reflection of YOU. If your altar feels right, then it’s right. If it feels like its missing something, add more to it. If it feels too cluttered or like too much, take stuff off. Your altar can change with you! You can switch things out as you feel your energy shift. Something that is very important to remember about your altar, is that it is a sacred place. Cleanse your altar if things start to not feel right after changing things up. Remember that things you find other places, may have picked up energy from that place/people, so be sure to cleanse any items you are bringing into your sacred space.

Blessed be

#witchcraft #witches #baby witch #divine feminine #divination #altar #spellwork #spellcasting #spells #spellcraft #witchy vibes #witch community #tarot witch #green witch #white witch #wicca #traditional wicca #ecletic witch #energy work

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agoodroughandtumble · 4 months

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Like the Stars in the Sky Part 4 - Roronoa Zoro x Reader

Status: Ongoing

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Reader

Warning: 18+. Language, implied smut

Summary: A companion piece, and continuation of A Man of Little Words

Zoro jumped back immediately, eyes widened. Oh shit. He’d just assumed since you’d kissed him first, and that way you had been grabbing at him… He could feel his cheeks burning.

The two of you hadn’t been alone since you’d slept together – of course you’d felt pressured into doing something again, how could he have been so stupid? Asking you up to the crow’s nest, at night, with a bottle of sake. Of course you had assumed that’s what he was looking for. He shifted uncomfortably, aware of the inappropriate bulge in his trousers and, shit, is he really worried about his comfort right now when you’d had to physically push him away?

“Y/N, I – I’m sorry,” he stammered, “I thought-” he cut himself off, not entirely sure what he thought. This was not the first time he cursed himself for being so inarticulate, and he was sure that in your presence it certainly wouldn’t be the last.

The way those big eyes of yours looked up at him did nothing but confuse him, as did the way you but your bottom lip shyly, as if you were the guilty party. His fingers twitched, hand aching yo cover yours, asking to just go back to a week ago before all this madness and uncertainty. Back then the sight of your saddened eyes and furrowed brows didn’t have him fighting every muscle not to pull you into his arms and tell you he would set the world ablaze if that’s what it took to make you smile.

There was an agonizingly long pause before you finally spoke, “No, I – I mean, I want to…” You chewed your lips, Zoro eyeing you curiously, trying to understand, “I just want to...you know.”

It was Zoro’s turn to furrow his eyebrows, trying to make sense of what you were saying and ever increasingly aware of the distance he was restraining himself to keep between you. Wait. Oh. Oh? A smile was tugging at the corner of his mouth, still not completely convinced he was correct but his confidence growing (among other things) enough to test his theory. He took a step forward, still not touching you but close enough that he could see your eyelashes fluttering against his breath. You had to say it though. He had to hear the words he hadn’t even let himself imagine.

Zoro closed his eyes and exhaled, a long deep sigh because this was you. The pendulum between him getting everything he wanted and fucking up irreparably was swinging at an increasingly alarming rate. Fuck he wished he was good at words, he wished he could tell you all of the thousands of ways he had fallen in love with you – and if this was all there was, if all you were destined to be was one night and a lifetime of yearning he couldn’t think of anyone more deserving to break his heart.

When he opened his yes you were chewing your bottom lip. Instinctively, one hand cupped your cheek. He was close, so fucking close to getting everything he wanted. Heart-pounding and oh so desperate to hear those words, he bent his neck, lips almost grazing your jaw. “Tell me what you want.” His thumbs caressed your cheeks and he hoped against anything you would understand when he said, “I’ll do anything you want me to – just say the words.”

You swallowed thickly as if the words were lodged in your throat. You weren’t exactly sure if he had completely understood what you had meant but the way his lips moved against your jaw had your brain shutting off and your stomach doing backflips. It was surely no secret now, the extent of you need for him but actually saying it? How could you? How could any language encapsulate the all-encompassing need? He was a black hole – consuming every part of you relentlessly, twisting time so every minute felt like eons and seconds all at one, inescapable and absolute.

Only this time...maybe he was. Giving you something. Maybe the fact that you were here, and he was here, and this was him giving you that one last moment, one last fuck for old time’s sake. One for the road. You cursed inwardly. If you were right, if that was all this was you didn’t want any knowledge of it. You wanted all of him, you wanted to pretend. All of those thoughts could be saved until the morning after.

And yet you couldn’t quite bring yourself to say the words. They were stinging your tongue. I love you, I love you, I’m so fucking in love with you.

Squeezing your eyes shut gave some sort of anchorage to normality. You felt a little drowsy from the beer and the sake. Trying to compose yourself against the burning suns that were those dark eyes of his you pressed your lips together, biting into them, your cheeks, anything to feel a sensation that wasn’t him.

All you could think to say were those words – your whole body pleading for him to understand. You wouldn’t say it – couldn’t say it. If you did there was no going back, and yet you were already baring your soul to him. Don’t fuck me, your eyes pleased, Make it mean something. Make me mean something more.

Your words bubbled in your throat and you had to keep swallowing them down but he was looking at you expectantly, and you were nothing if not a sucker to Roronoa Zoro’s every whim and desire. You took the bottle of sake from the floor and took a sip as long as your burning throat would let you. It was all or nothing now.

“Fuck me like you love me."

[Part 5]

#opla #one piece #roronoa zoro x reader #zoro x reader

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