#*Besom

[wandasaura]

CAN NEVER BE TOO THOROUGH

summary — after getting injured in pursuit of a suspect, olivia insists that she check you out too

warning(s) — established relationship, dom/sub dynamics, dom!olivia benson, praise kink, name calling, pet names, office sex, public sex, fingering, clit stimulation, brief thigh riding, teasing, slight humiliation, hair pulling, biting, licking, finger sucking, implied oral fixation, captain kink, begging, slapping, crying, brief mention of injury, inspection kink, slight orgasm edging/control, men/minors dni

authors note — olivia benson returns and so does the smut. i don’t even know what to say anymore, im on a rampage, truly

“I’ll see you later!” Fin laughed, waving over his shoulder as he finally left for the night. But, before you could do the same, you were being beckoned to the Captain's office, Olivia’s brooding expression drawing you in from the doorway where ambient light spilled over her leather shoes. Fin shook his head at the door, hearing the very beginning of Olivia’s command, and knowing what it would entail for you. Or at least, some of it.

“Detective!” Benson’s voice boomed, sudden and unexpected in the relatively quiet precinct. Rollins and Carisi had already gone home, the latter coming by to pick up the former because apparently they had dinner reservations uptown. Fin just left, taking a single donut from the break room with him — even though it had become stale yesterday afternoon, and was beyond the point of redeeming itself even with its rainbow sprinkles — and Kat, well, you just hadn’t seen her in a while. So, that left only you around to hear Olivia’s instruction. “My office.” She gave a pointed click of the tongue, but you would’ve complied anyways. It had been a long handful of hours since the last time you’d been able to get your hands on her.

You kicked your desk chair back into place, not worried about the cluttered highlighters on your desk, all of their caps switched to the wrong colors, a lovely gift from Fin who’d apparently never learned to appropriately channel his boredom during Benson’s lectures. You, on the other hand, had been blind to it happening at all, too caught up in a fantasy of her taking you over the desk. Again. Amanda had known what you were thinking of, you’d been her friend before you’d been the Captains girlfriend, and she’d batted your thigh in disgust — though she’s definitely going to be texting you later, asking if anything came from your hormonal fantasy.

Olivia stepped back into the room when she was sure that you were coming, following her directions the way she knew (and expected) you could. You closed the door behind you when you stepped inside, and before the latch could fully click against metal, her body backed you up until cold pine sent shivers down your spine.

Your palms splayed across the sleek wood, your bottom lip bitten between your teeth as you stared up into her hazy chocolate eyes. You could trace endless constellations in her gaze when the sun hits her pupils the right way, but what you’ve really come to love is how lust creates a whirlpool until all that remains is black pupils outlined by enchanting golden rings. Her hand inches up, and you think she might touch your face, might pull you in for a kiss — the first kiss you’ll share since six o’clock that morning — but instead she closes the blinds and lets her exhale ghost across your jawline.

“Kiss me.” You pleaded breathlessly, already craving her touch on your body that had taken a hit in pursuit. You’d been out of the precinct for nearly two hours, holed up at Mercy getting assessed before 1PP called you in and tried to scramble your brain until you admitted trauma — when nothing came from the forty minute interrogation framed as a therapy session, they begrudgingly released you back to Olivia who had been swept away by a hit you’ d been desperately chasing. To say you needed a remedy for the emotional toll of your day couldn’t compare to the weight of what you needed. The first thing on that list was admittedly to get Olivia in bed though. Her office just couldn't hold a scene the way you needed it to.

“Is that how you ask for something?” Olivia seethed, her teeth grinding together as her jaw became a firm line of structure. You swallowed thickly, arousal disturbing the delicate tendons in your thighs. The small quiver in your knees, you hope is unnoticeable, but Olivia smirks, her eyes jutting down to see your thighs squeezing together now, no longer just twitching for contact and pleasure. You thought you might’ve gotten away with your lust-drunk plea, but then a hand tangled into your hair and yanked your head back until you could see the tiles on your ceilings. That sight was covered by your eyelids, a heavy sigh sinking off of your lips.

“Kiss me, please, Liv.” You pleaded, your head still tilted upward, her tight grip not allowing any sort of tension to loosen. The strain in your neck and sting against your scalp was pleasant, familiar; far better than being slammed into the concrete by a six foot jackass with a warrant. “Baby, please, I need you to kiss me.” You arched your head, forcing her grip to give, to let you move until you could inch your lips just the slightest bit closer, and Olivia almost let you get away with it, but just before your lips could touch hers, she tightened her fist and slammed you back against the door, her chest now keeping you flush between herself and the door. No escape.

“Where are we?” She inquires, her gaze piercing, unforgiving as it unravels you, pulls you apart until you’re just clumps of nerves beneath her electrified touch.

“Your office.” The words are thick, heavy, breathy, and they fan across Olivia’s chin as you drop your gaze to her breasts, the tanned skin peeking out from the unbuttoned top she’d picked out from the closet that morning.

“My office. Good girl.” Olivia praised, leaning in close so that she could crane her face into your neck, biting down sweetly onto your shoulder before she soothed the indentations of her teeth with her hot tongue. Her warmth was welcomed, a deterrent to the cold that claims your fingertips. “And what’s my name when we’re in my office, hm? I know it’s in there. In that pretty head. I haven’t broken you yet, sweetheart.” She teases, her mouth moving up your neck, open kisses dampening your skin until you’re not sure what's damper, the trail she’s paved toward your earlobe that she claims between her teeth, or your thighs that tremble and quiver, unable to pinch together tight enough to give you any kind of release.

“Captain.” You sigh, moaning gently when she tugs your earlobe, her tongue swirling around the diamond studs she’d gifted you for your second anniversary.

“Mhm, and a Captain has to make sure her detectives are capable of doing this job.” Olivia mused, trailing her lips against your cheek until the edge of her smirk touched your pout.

“I was already cleared.” You tried to excuse, but then her lips captured yours, and it didn’t matter that you’d already signed endless paperwork, been fondled by exploring hands, and had your blood drawn unnecessarily.

Another gasp crawled up your throat when her knee pressed between your legs, the warmth of your core spreading against her thigh. It only took a moment for your hips to seek friction, rotating back and forth with the structure of the door as leverage to keep you both upright. Olivia’s hands framed your face on either side of the door before she caught your jaw in a bruising grip, the fingers of her left hand making a tantalizing trail to the waistband of your slacks.

“Oh, but sweetheart, they might’ve missed something. Just let me check, yeah?” She breaths against your lips, and you can only agree when her hand finds your core between her pants and yours, her thumb seeking to fiddle with the pulsating nerve beneath her touch. “Gonna let me check, baby? Need words from you.”

“Yes.” You sighed, your head throwing itself back onto the door when her fingers undid the sterling silver button and snaked inside of your panties, stopping right before your clit. Her forefinger and middle circled your pleading bud cruelly, only securing whatever dampness was within reach and not exploring your clenching hole that yearns for her fingers, or her strap, or her tongue.

“Yes, what?” Olivia huffed, yanking your hair again until your eyes met her, wide and glassy as you tried to move your hips into the palm of her hand. Olivia tsk’d at that, the hand in your hair disappearing to instead slap your clothed thigh.

”Yes, you can check, Captain. Please.” You cried out, tears of desperation leaking from your eyes. It was so easy. You were so easy.

“You’re so pretty like this. Begging your Captain to check you, to make sure you’re alright. So easy for me, sweetheart. I barely have to put up a fight.” She teased, her tone condescending and light, concealed with gentleness that had you gasping when her fingers began to explore your folds, sweeping through the collection of wetness until she found the spot the caused it all. “Oh, what’s this. My pretty little pussy is absolutely dripping. Does this hurt, sweetheart?” Olivia knew what she was doing as she eased a single finger into your cunt up to the second knuckle.

You gasped breathily, your back arching off the door and as far into her chest as it was able.

“I asked you a question. I expect an answer.” Olivia snapped her wrist, and suddenly that finger was probing the sweet spot inside of you that made you see stars. Another finger was added, two thick digits stretching you out, the metal of her rings so aggravatingly hitting the sensitive skin beside your clit but never direct contact.

“N-No.” You whimpered, tears still leaking down your face, glittering rivers of pent up emotion visible in your single glance. “Please.”

Olivia only hummed, ignoring your pleading, your begging, the squelch of your juices as she scissored your cunt, fingering your hole open until her palm was slick with arousal. Her touches were incessant, practiced and experienced, but it brought you no closer to the peak of pleasure you so desperately wanted to find.

Instead, she pulled her fingers out, trailing her touch along your lips again. You whined, unable to help herself, and Olivia shut you up with a blinding kiss, her teeth digging into your lip until you yelped pathetically. “Be quiet.” She instructed, her fingers slipping through your folds, so close, so close, oh god. “Oh, does that hurt? That was a pretty sound, darling. You only make that sound when something hurts. Come on, be honest with your Captain.”

“Please.” You broke, your eyes glimmering with pearly iridescent tears and your lips trembling.

“Please, what? Come on, I know you can tell me.” She encouraged, her fingers still working your clit, still teasing your senses.

“Please, it hurts! It hurts, please fix it. Captain, please, I need you.” You sobbed, chasing Olivia’s lips, but she pulled away from you entirely, her hand leaving your pants, your face, your hair. That heavy pressure was replaced with fingers pressing against your lips, an order already at the forefront of her tongue.

“Clean me up.” You didn’t need to be told twice, eagerly accepting her fingers into your mouth, the weight of her digits familiar and comforting even with the throb between your legs. “Good girl.” She praised, pulling her fingers from your lips only when your dutiful licking and suckling became impatient nipping, trying to lure her back in. “Pack up your desk. We’re going home.” She informed, kissing you sweetly as her fingers buttoned your pants, her fingers trailing over your cunt just to smile teasingly as your hips jolted.

Olivia didn’t have to tell you twice. You dont think you’ll even survive the walk back.

[moonwisethorn]

The Besom:

The broom is an ancient tool that does have magical roots, like a lot of what some may call “necessary appliances.” The Besom broom is the most common one associated with witches/witchcraft and it is the oldest type of broom that is known.

How do you get one? Is it something that needs to be passed down? The answer may shock you, but you can make your own. And then, if you wanted to; you could make it something to be passed down.

The key elements to a Besom broom is a handle, twine/string, and bristles.

Depending on the size of your space, or what you want to use it for; try to gauge how big you want the handle to be first. This will then lead into how long the bristles should be, and how much twine/string you’d need.

I’d like my Besom to cleanse my countertop before and after I cook/bake. So mine will be a little on the smaller side. I gathered pine needles to be my bristles, and I found a small but usable stick/twig/branch that was beneath an oak tree. The key to the handle is that you don’t want something flimsy. The thicker the better (take that as you will), and remember, you can go back outside if needed.

Assembly of the Besom can be a little tricky, but! It’s entirely doable. What I like to do is tie the twine around some of the bristles somewhat loosely, and then put the handle inside the bristles. If I feel fancy/up to it, I’ll add more bristles to fill it out.

To make sure everything is secured, tighten the original piece of twine and then tie another piece around what you just did tightly!

And then you should have a besom. Put as many or as few bristles on it as you want.

I’m currently out and about, but I will add pictures of mine shortly!

[rabbitpaws]

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It measures 6.25 inches

All fur utilized in our pieces are ethically sourced and cruelty free

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[mori-girl-life]

I like sweeping the leaves from the doorstep.

I played house when I was small,

if a playhouse was around.

If there was no house, a hollow hedge

Or a drooping tree,

Even better, a cave.

And sweeping the leaves was integral to the play.

And opening the windows.

And dusting the sills.

And picking sweet clover

To place in a glass in the corner.

To hang garlands around the doorframe,

Woven of duck feathers and grass.

That was the best part of playing house.

Being there,

tending to it,

making it mine.

Of course, boys rarely played.

A lot of them said

they "didn't know how".

"It's boring".

That's fine.

I didn't want them there anyway.

I was busy making

and holding

and respecting space.

It's Autumn now and I am older

But I like the house I'm in.

And every morning now

The leaves fall faster.

Initially,

I thought it a hassle.

Sweeping day by day, the porch, the front walk.

Folding my blankets,

Wiping the counters

Taking the trash

Doing the dishes.

For a moment,

I contemplated a leaf blower.

But then I remembered

The sweeping

is a privilege

and integral

to the play.

[witches1111]

What Objects do Witches Use in their Rituals?

Here in this blog we will be talking about common objects and magical tools that witches, warlocks, and practitioners use to do spell work, meditate, and practice their craft. Some use a few of these items while others use all of them, it really depends on what works the best for each individual practitioner.

Candles: Candles are used as tools for spell work, meditation, divine/spiritual connection, manifesting intentions, wish fulfillment, and connecting with spiritual energies. Different colors and types of candles are associated with specific purposes. For example, white candles are usually used for purification.

Herbs: Herbs are used for a variety of purposes, including protection, healing, love spells, and prosperity, with common examples including basil, lavender, rosemary, sage and mugwort. Each of these herbs are used for different purposes, such as lavender for stress relief and relaxation.

Besom: Also called a broom, a besom is a traditional broom used for cleansing and banishing negative energy from a space or during rituals. They are also used as decorative items, like decorating them with flowers and becoming “floral swag”, besoms with dried flowers and leaves that are tied together in a rope.

Wand: Wands are tools used to channel and direct energy, often representing the practitioner’s will and intention, and can be used for various purposes like invoking deities, drawing circles, or casting spells. They’re usually made out of wood, metal, crystal, glass, or plastic.

Cauldron: A large round heat-resistant pot, it’s a symbolic tool of representing the womb of the Goddess, the element of water, and the transformative power of magic, used for various rituals and magical workings. Practitioners and witches would burn offerings of herbs, generating smoke, petitions and incense during spell casting and rituals. Sometimes witches would use cauldrons for cooking, scrying (a type of divination), creating dyes and dying cloths.

Chalice: A chalice, or a goblet, is a ceremonial drinking vessel symbolizing the element of water, the Goddess and her womb, often used to hold liquids for ritual purposes. The chalice is actually a common sight in tarot cards for there is a line of cards called the Cups cards, which shows chalices in numbers of ace to ten.

Crystals: Crystals are used for various purposes including marking sacred circles, honoring deities, decorating magical tools, and incorporating them into spells, amulets, and talismans for healing, divination, and manifesting. Many crystals have various purposes, such as amethyst being used for promoting serenity, reducing stress/anxiety, and enhancing intuition and spiritual awareness.

Altar: A sacred space where practitioners can connect with the divine, nature, or their own intentions, serving as a focal point for rituals, meditation, and spell work. It’s a place to honor deities, ancestors, and the elements, and the items placed on the altar hold personal and spiritual significance.

This is just some of the main objects and items that witches, warlocks, and practitioners use for their practices! We will be creating a separate post discussing the different kinds of divination that they use such as pendulums, tarot cards, palm readings, and more! Stay tuned for that post, Blessed Be!

[a-single-white-crow]

As it gets warmer outside, I want to spend more time outside.

I've decided I want to make my own homemade besom broom

I want to set up a little comfy space on the ground where I can sunbathe and weave broom corn together!

I'll give updates as I go for the fun of it!!!

[ts-wicked-wonders]

Sweeping and brooms play a big part in traditional Hoodoo omens, taboos, and customs. Here are some examples.

• It is taboo to sweep after dark. If you must sweep you should sweep the mess into a corner and take it out in the morning.

• It is bad luck to sweep before a person is removed from the home after they've passed. It's said you will be next or it will shorten your lifespan.

• To wish a person never comes back you may sweep after they have left or sweep up salt behind them as they leave. Or just sweep behind them with no salt.

• It is taboo to sweep in a sleeping baby's room or you may sweep the baby's dream soul away.

• It is taboo to sweep the home on a Friday night or New Year's Day.

• Some believe you should burn your morning sweeping trash instead of tossing it.

• Sweeping an adult's foot is taboo. It believes it will sweep them away from home by imprisonment or wanderlust. Some say the person will not get married.

• One should not sweep under someone's chair while they are sitting in it. This too will cause them to have wanderlust or sweep them away.

• To hit a child or anyone with a broom will make the person lazy or make them go to jail.

• Pick up brooms or mops, it is taboo to step over them because it can bring bad luck.

• Never sweep under a sick person's bed or they may pass.

• It is taboo to bring old brooms into a new home.

• It is good luck not to sweep an old home right before leaving to move to a new home. Sweep well in advance if you must.

• Unless you want arguments and quarrels you should not sweep across a table with a floor broom.

• Do not use a house broom to sweep the yard or chimney. This wishes your mother illness or worse.

• Two people should not sweep at the same time.

• If a child picks up a broom and sweeps for no reason it's a sign a visitor is coming.

• Sweep corn into fire for good luck.

DO YOU KNOW ANY OMENS, TABOOS AND CUSTOMS?

[vivivep]

Running a House and Home with Witchcraft

Finally getting back into blogging seriously, feel free to check me out over on Voice of Thorns!

The most basic things in witchcraft can be applied in most functions of our lives-including in our everyday aspects of the home. Most people have a safe space in their home/apartment/room, a space that is supposed to be theirs and where they keep their most personal items. This space is sacred in a different manner than an altar, it is sacred to the self. It’s our privacy, our abode, where we are…

[greenpanda-basicfakewitch]

Witch Tools | Witchs Bell | Besom | Ladder

Witch's Bell

Ringing the witches bell is actually a ‘spirtual language’ spoken to the spirit world. Its more effective when you repeatedly call the same spirit [e.g your guardian angel]

Ring three times the witches bell everytime you summon the same spirit for a whole week, starting on Wednesday.

Right after that, the spirit will come to you with just three gentle rings.

A symbol of the female force and the celestial vault... Witch Bells, Spirit Bells, Ritual Bell, Devil Drivers.

Magical Uses

Ring a bell to cleanse the energy of a room, before a ritual or spell. Pass a bell through each of the four corners, summoning the guardian spirits of the elements.

Ring a bell on Samhein to banish evil spirits. After spell work, ring a bell to ‘seal the spell’ Hang bells on the gates/doors of your home to keep evil energies/entities from entering. Ring a bell before meditation to focus the mind.

A bells vibrations banish the unwanted spirits and/or negative energies. They are also used to raise the spirits of the dead & to call fairies. 

Bell on the door, Protect my home. While I’m here Or When I roam.

Besom [Broom]

Used to spiritually cleanse your space, often before a ritual or spell. Hang it above your door to ward off evil.

Making a Besom.

You would like a besom of your own, they are fairly easy to find in craft stores, country markets or folk art fairs. You can also invest your energies into making one. A good idea if you wish to use it in place of a wand or other ritual tool.

To make a besom you will need;

A four foot dowel one inch in diameter. Ball of twine. Scissors. Straw or longer strands of pliable herbs.

Take the straw, or another herb you have chosen for the bristles, and allow to soak overnight in war, lightly salted water. The water softens the straws to make them pliable, and the salt soaks out the former energies. When you are ready to make your besom, remove the straws from the water and allow them to dry a bit, but not so much that they lose the suppleness you will need to turn them into your besom.

Find a work area, where you can lay out the length of your dowel, and begin lining the straws alongside the dowel. Starting about three inches from the bottom, lay the straws, moving backward, along the length of the dowel. Begin binding these to the dowel with the twine. You will need to tie them very securely. You can add as many layers of straw as you wish, depending on how full you would like your besom to be.

When the straw is secured, bend the top straws over the twine ties. When they are all gently pulled over, tie off the straws again a few inches below the original tie. Leave the besom overnight to allow the straw to dry.

 The dowel part of the besom can be stained, painted, or decorated with pagan symbols, your craft name, or any other embellishments you choose. Dedicate your finished besom in your circle as you would any other ritual tool.

Know your broom

*A Witches broom*

Can range in size from the 6* long to a full broom Made of twigs tied around a stick Sacred to the goddess Represent the element of water. Can be made of any wood/twigs Sweeps away *Energeticclutter* Used during rituals to purify a space and sweep negative or residual energy away. Can be placed at the entrance of the home to guard against negative or unwanted energies.

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Witchs Ladder

How to make a witches ladder.

 By Knot of one the spells begun. By Knot of two the magick comes true. By knot of three so shall it be. By Knot of four, this power is stored. By knot of five, my will shall drive. By Knot of six, the spell I fix. By knot of seven, the future I leaven. By knot of eight, my will be fate. By knot of nine, what is done is mine.

*When tying the last knot, direct all of your energy into the cord/rope and its knots now it is stored in the knots in the cord. 

*Tie the ends together and use as a necklace, hang in your car, or by your bed.

This is typical done during the dark moon to set intentions for the full moon and is united at that time. 

Green for money, red for passion, white for creativity, purple for wisdom, black to stop bad habits, brown for balance, yellow for happiness, orange for health and blue for peace.

Rope and Feathers, Witches rosary.

Traditional a witches Ladder is a cord with 3,9, 13 or 40 knots. 

Some braid charms, feathers, or talismans in for a specific spell effect

[theherbwitchshoppe]

Another brom created! Will post in the shoppe shortly

[okaydrawboy]

happy spooktober, i forgot it was october already so i'm a day behind! a little city witch

details update

[rabbitpaws]

Smoky Quartz and Fox Fur Green Bow Cinnamon Broom ✨️

Featuring a fragrant miniature cinnamon broom that is adorned with white lace trim, a green satin bow, a raw Smoky Quartz point, and fox fur

It measures 6.25 inches

All fur utilized in our pieces are ethically sourced and cruelty free

Buy it here

[doodlesofmiddleverse]

Crest's Parents ✨

[faeree-layne]

💛🌻🐈

[strangemajick]

[miss-guidedghost]

19.12.24 morning divination and besom sort of completed (I accidently made a besom for a giant so I'll probably cut the handle down