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delusionalisted · 2 months

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“Low Spoon” witchcraft doesn’t exist.

This is a post for all my disabled siblings. (But it applies to broke or low-income siblings as well.)

By the way, you heard me. What does exist is capitalism, consumerism and scarcity, all things that don’t belong to witchcraft. Witches in the past were mostly poor, unprivileged and unhealthy individuals with just one skill: knowledge. Yes, for today’s americentric standards they’d have been called “low-spoons practitioners”.

No fancy candles? No cauldron? Just one heavily used tarot deck?

Yes, no fancy candles Susan, you can keep those paraffin toxins to yourself.

Cauldron, Deborah? I have no money to waste for your pinterest aesthetics. We cook in this house, I can simply use a kitchen pot.

Mais oui Elizabeth, just one old tarot deck. It’s used my dear Elizabeth, you know… that’s something that happens when you actually use… tarot instead of purchasing 15 decks, then ending up using just one or two of them and leaving the other 13 to collect dust and resentment towards you.

*Sigh*

This is all to say, witchcraft doesn’t need a 9-steps process to be achieved. Calling it “low-spoons” practice just means “high spoons” practice is the norm. It is not. Most importantly, it never was. You don’t need 30 specific crystals to perform a spell, you don’t even need one most of the times.

— Addition: If you fit into the “Low Spoons” type of witch and you noticed that your spells or rituals don’t work, then let me share one of the possible reasons why they fail: you followed a “low spoons” recipe or spell preparation, consciously or unconsciously gave the title “too much power” (your subconscious registered your spell as something lesser than a proper ceremony) and any energy that you and the ingredients released just plopped like a pudding on the floor.

Branding something as “lesser” in spirituality can lead to two results: failure or high delays. Yes, the herbs you use still have, nourish and release power, but without YOUR faith, their power alone can do so much; in most cases, your subconscious skepticism rejects your desired manifestation leading to a delayed or completely failed magickal attempt.

#I will brainstorm some ideas for my low spoons siblings #I had to bite my cheek while writing low spoons #please leave capitalism out of your spiritual practice they don’t mix #at all.#astrology #astroblr #divination #witchblr #witches #pagan witch #witchcraft #traditional witchcraft #baby witch #disabled witch #broke witch #witch community #green witch

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unluckywisher · 7 months

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L&DS Caleb x MC

Tags: NSFW +18, consensual, very little plot, playful spanking, teasing, movement restrictions, I'm taking some liberties with Caleb's Evol, pussy eating, unprotected penetration, cumming inside of you, a bit of aftercare.

Style: No use of y/n, female-presenting MC but otherwise no pronouns, no MC description, second person narration.

A/N: This has been in my mind for a while now, and I haven't seen many smut fics for Caleb, so it was inevitable. Because his Evol??? And the necklace??? Hello??? I need more people to start writing for this man.

Summary: You and Caleb get into a play fight, which ends up with him using his Evol to get the upper hand, but things escalate...

Word count: 1.7k~ (+ bonus at the end)

It's a quiet evening after coming from work, and you just changed into comfy clothes after a nice shower. You’re about to cook some dinner when you hear a knock at your front door.

Xavier?, you think, since it's the most plausible visit at this hour.

But when you open the door, a taller figure is waiting with a broad smile.

“Hi, pipsqueak,” he says, opening his arms.

“Caleb!” You practically tackle him, your arms wrapping around his neck and his around your waist. He smells like apple-scented aftershave.

You pull back after a moment and invite him in.

“I thought you were coming next week!”

“I lied, I wanted to surprise you.”

“Dummy, I would have booked a table in a nice restaurant,” you say, leading him to the kitchen, “I haven't even started cooking today’s dinner.”

“That's fine, don't worry, I’ll help you.”

Before he arrived, you had your mind set on making a poke bowl, so you take out some extra ingredients to make one for him too, since it's easy but tasty. He inspects them and realizes your intentions, nodding in silent agreement with your choice.

As you start to prepare them, Caleb messes around in the kitchen, grabbing a wooden spoon and flipping it in the air to entertain himself.

You have your back turned to him, when suddenly- Smack.

Your back straightens as the hit travels from your ass up your spine, gasping involuntarily.

You spin and glare at Caleb, who is laughing, spoon still being flipped in his hand. You rub the spot he hit.

"This is war," you declare, grabbing a spatula.

"I'm so scared," he mocks.

You dart forward with your practiced fighting stance, but he's also experienced in close combat and deflects your move, trying to hit your hand to make you drop your 'weapon'. You evade his attempt and dash to his side, your arm readying itself for payback-

The world turns upside down as you are lifted in the air by an invisible force, the spatula dropping to the floor.

"Caleb! Using your Evol isn't fair!" You cross your arms, frowning, "Let me down."

He smirks. "You were about to hit me and your spatula clearly would have hurt more than my spoon, so I'd say this was the fairest outcome," he shrugs.

"Coward," you roll your eyes.

He puts the spoon away and turns his hand, making you turn in the air as well, now stomach-down, but still hovering horizontally at his chest level.

"You're being rude to me, so I think I'm gonna leave you up here for a bit longer."

"At this rate, we're never gonna eat dinner."

There's a change in his demeanor. You're not sure exactly why, but his eyes take a mischievous glint as he leans forward.

"I could always eat you instead."

You pass it off as him trying to tease you, so you lift your hand, ready to palm his face away from yours, but your arm locks in place with a shift of his fingers.

"Hey," you complain, bringing up your other arm to try again, just to be met with the same fate.

"You look so cute all helpless like this..." He leans closer.

"Caleb..." You warn, confused about his objective here.

He closes the gap between you, his lips locking onto yours, as he brings his free hand up to cup your cheek. You moan into the kiss in surprise but you kiss him back, earning a grunt in response.

He licks your bottom lip, asking for permission, and you open your mouth to let him slide his tongue in. The kiss slows and deepens. You want to dig your hands into his hair to pull him closer, but you can't.

He pulls away. "I've been wanting to do that," he breathes, "I've been wanting to do more than just that, though."

You watch as he flips his hand, turning you upward, and walks around you, dragging a finger along your side until it catches on the waistband of your sweatpants. You helplessly turn red with embarrassment as he pulls.

He stops for a moment to look at you, making sure that you're okay with this. Since your head isn't restricted, you nod.

He smirks and pulls them off completely, leaving you in your underwear and using his powers to now spread your legs apart. He positions himself between them and lifts you a bit more, his face mere inches away from your cunt.

Very slowly and deliberately, he sticks his tongue out while smiling and leans closer. Closer. Then drags it across the thin fabric from bottom to top. He's not even using much pressure, knowing you want nothing more than to buck your hips towards him for more friction. But he keeps you in place.

He repeats the action once, twice, each time a little harder, until you're whining.

He chuckles and moves back, pulling off your underwear, now wet from both his saliva and your own arousal.

This time he digs himself in your cunt, licking and sucking at your entrance while his nose rubs against your clit. Your body trembles slightly, as much as his powers allow it to, and your eyelids flutter as a few choked moans leave your mouth.

He stops and slips a finger inside of you, checking how wet you are, then another. "So ready for me, aren't you?"

You mumble a plea. He pulls out his fingers, now slick and shiny.

He lowers you to his hips, where you can now notice and feel - as he grinds against you - how hard he is. Not only that, you can also feel how big he is.

He unbuttons his jeans at a pace that could be considered tortuous, his eyes fixed on your desperate expression. He pulls his cock out, pumping it a couple of times before lowering it to your folds.

He presses the tip against your clit, circling it. A "Mmmm" sound vibrates down his throat, the combination of both sensations making your breathing shaky.

"C'mon..." You beg, biting your lower lip. He gives you a half-smile.

He coasts his free hand up your abdomen and to your side, grabbing your hip. Finally, he slides his cock into you with a long exhale that mirrors yours, the hand that was on it now gripping your opposite hip.

Neither of you move nor say anything for a second, letting the feeling wash over you. How he fills you up completely, how you clench so tightly around him.

His broad hands move down to your thighs, his fingers digging into your skin. He pulls back halfway, then back into you, grazing your cervix, testing the waters.

"Let me touch you," you protest, tired of being suspended in the air with no agency over the physical contact.

His hand moves up, your body following and leaning forward. He props you up by the back of your thighs, and as your arms wrap around his neck and your chest meets his, you feel the effect of his Evol fading.

"Touch me," he coaxes in a whisper.

Your fingers immediately dig into his hair, pulling him in for a kiss. Whatever slow and measured pace that had been established until now goes out the window, your mouths rough and hungry.

He pushes you up against the wall, still inside you, and breaks the kiss apart only to take off your shirt. His clothes don't last much longer, being thrown carelessly to the floor and revealing his toned physique. The only thing left on him is the chained necklace with an apple charm and dog tag that you had gifted him.

Your hands drift down, feeling his neck, his chest, his abs, his arms. He grinds against you while you do, moving his mouth to your neck and biting. You gasp, his cold necklace brushing against your breasts while he's leaning.

Before you can do anything else, he pulls out and rams back into you in a swift motion, your nails scratching his back at the suddenness. He finishes marking your neck and looks up at you with reddened lips.

His breath is hot as he says, "I hope you want it hard and fast, because I don't think I can restrain myself now."

"I do, I do," you nod impatiently, shifting your hips in need.

He lifts one of your legs and hooks it on his shoulder, pushing himself deeper inside you until he bottoms out.

You grab onto anything and everything that you can as he continuously lifts you and drives you down onto his cock, pressing you against the wall, your body trapped between the hard surface and his warm body.

He uses his Evol once again, but this time just to have free rein to put his hands wherever he wants without worrying about dropping you.

One of them starts rubbing your clit side to side while the other squeezes your ass, and then, your breasts.

His necklace hits your face with each thrust, and your thoughts go fuzzy as the pleasure swells, soft moans hanging in the air between you.

You feel him spurting precum, his cock twitching. You keep your hands on his upper body, caressing his face or stabbing your nails into his skin due to the intensity.

Your eyes lose focus and your hips buckle.

"Fuck- I'm gonna cum..." He grunts, speeding up, "Cum with me... No, no, look at me while you do," he grabs your chin, forcing you to look at him, still stimulating your swollen clit.

A moan catches in your throat, your body trembling as you reach the orgasm. He follows, seeing your expression. He bursts inside of you, the cum dripping down your cunt.

"Ca-Caleb!"

"Yes, fuck, God, that's so..." He trails off, leaning his forehead against the wall, slowly riding out the moment.

You bury your face into his neck. The necklace rises and drops along with Caleb's shaky breathing.

All movement gradually stops, until you're both simply resting against each other, recovering. You press a kiss to his jaw. He dips his head to kiss you properly, hand around your neck.

He gently pulls out and lets you down, quickly lifting you again bridal style when he sees your legs are wobbly. He takes you to the bathroom so you can clean yourself and brings both of your clothes.

Once you're both dressed, he kisses your forehead and smiles.

"Don't worry about dinner, I'll order some takeout."

"Dummy," you repeat your previous insult, laughing.

Bonus: Here's a meme reward for reading till the end 💜

#this is a passive agressive reminder that MC and Caleb aren't siblings - they're childhood friends #and it's been practically confirmed that Caleb will be returning as a love interest #so keep your gross fetishes to yourself #love and deepspace #l&ds #lads #love & deepspace #caleb #caleb love and deepspace #love and deepspace smut

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