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folkloristik · 4 years

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Examination assignment: Trolldómr

An overview on magic in the Viking Age

1. Introduction

In this examination assignment I have chosen to write an essay on magic in the Viking Age based on literary sources. In my opinion, the aspect of magic in Norse mythology has been closely interwoven throughout the contents of this course. This assignment is an attempt to broaden the subject and get an overview on magic in Viking society and mythology. I define the Viking Age as in between 798–1066 AD. I have had no prior knowledge of the magic used in the Viking Age and myths before attending the “Norse Mythology” (116756.1) course and writing this assignment. It has been an interesting journey of discovery and I feel like I have barely scratched the surface on the complexities of Norse magic.

2. Trolldómr

In the Viking Period society magic was closely linked with one’s beliefs, which may be an unfamiliar concept today when we speak of “magic” and “witchcraft”. These magical terms are used quite interchangeably whether one speaks of the practitioners; “witch”, “sorceress”, “warlock” or “wizard” - or the magic itself - “spells” and “charms”. Magic in Viking society had many different terms all with their own precise practice, forms, functions and practitioners. Furthermore, magic was closely linked with the gods, most notably Odin and Freyja.1, 2, 10

In general when Vikings spoke of magic they used the terms fjǫlkyngi, fróðleikr, and later trolldómr. Fǫlkyngi being the most commonly used, which is derived from “the verb kunna, meaning both ‘to know, to understand, to know by heart’ as well as ‘to have insight in the old traditions and lore.’.” (pp. 88)3. Magic was everywhere and was a part of everyday life. The practitioners of magic had the knowledge of how to work with the cosmos to achieve their goals.

However, one could divide the magic of the Vikings into four different main categories; seiðr, galdr, gandr and additional forms of magic. The “additional forms of magic” category consists of three other subcategories, such as, útiseta, Odinnic magic and varðlokur. Seiðr and galdr are definitely the most notable ones and the ones often mentioned when one refers to Viking magic. Nevertheless, what these practices have in common is the belief that - while the gods reigned supreme and the Norns decided one’s fate - one could with the help of magic control supernatural beings for one's own gain. Essentially, when the Vikings wanted to take their fate into their own hands they relied on magic.1, 3

2.1. Seiðr

Seiðr is the practice of binding supernatural forces to do one’s bidding, one could e.g. control the weather, heal the sick and bring good luck. Seiðr was essentially seen as an extension of the mind. Many seiðr rituals were sexual both in their objectives and performance, which can be explained by its connection to Freyja. The Vanir have long been associated with fertility and sexual potency. Furthermore, seiðr could be divided into two categories; a psychical and physical one. The psychical category consists of seiðr being used for, e.g. prophetic purposes. While the physical category consists of changing one’s physical self and environment by using seiðr.1, 8, 11

In addition, the practice of seiðr was mainly considered a practice for women and if men practiced seiðr it brought them ergi (un-manliness). The practitioners of seiðr were separated by gender in the poem Hynðluljóð, were seiðr seems to be something coming from the cosmos through the female practitioners which was then passed on to other women as stated in Völuspá (22)12. The male practitioners then emulated the women’s practice (Lokasenna 24)12. There are many names for those who practice seiðr; the most well-known being völva and seiðkona and seiðberendr. 1, 11

2.2. Galdr

Galdr is the sorcery known for its high-pitched singing, and is mostly used as an element in a larger complex of magical practice. It is considered an ancient form of shamanic chanting, used mainly for a protective effect. The Old Norse word galdr actually derives from the word gala meaning “to sing”, “to crow” and “to chant”. Both women and men practiced galdr. One could compare galdr to the chanting traditions among the Sámi who have shared many mutual influences with the Norse völur (plural form of völva). It is often used by the practitioners of seiðr in certain situations, e.g. healing (Skáldskaparmál) and killing (Laxdæla saga).1, 11

2.3. Gandr

Gandr is argued to be related to concept of Ginnungagap, which would make it one of the primal cosmic forces of which the world was made. It is mentioned in Völuspá (22)12 in context of seiðr. Gandr as galdr is often used in conjunction with seiðr in order to predict the future or to summon a spirit. The spirit could be sent out while the summoner slept, and it granted the summoner information. The spirit possessed many abilities, i.a. attacking people and shapeshifting into many different kinds of beasts, more often than not, into wolves or Jörmungandr (the world serpent). An example of gandr can be found in Fóstbrœdra saga (p. 243); “viða hefi ek gǫndum rennt í nótt, ok em ek nú vís orðin þeirra hluta, er ek vissa ekki áðr”, which translates to “I have caused gandr to run far in the night, and I have now become wise about those things that I did not know before.”. 1, 8

2.4. Additional forms of magic

2.4.1. Útiseta

Útiseta is the magical technique of “sitting out”, which is used to enforce other rituals. It consists of sitting outside at specific places, e.g. on prehistoric burial mounds or in cemeteries, in order to receive power. Most often this power was of a divinatory sort. 1, 10

2.4.2. Odinnic Magic

Odinnic magic is mainly un-named rituals performed the god Odin, who is seen as the master of seiðr (which he learned from Freyja). He also employs galdr in his rituals. Some aspects of Odinnic magic are also available to human practitioners, while others are not.1

2.4.3. Varðlokur

Varðlokur, which possibly means “locks the spirit in” or “guardian spirit enticements”, is used as a way to summon spirits for consultation. Varðlokur is similar to the singing tradition of the Sami’s juoigos (séance), which enables the shaman to enter in a trance. There are many other similarities between the two practices, however, unlike the Sami’s séance there is no wandering of the völva’s spirit. Varðlokur is mentioned as a form of song normally sung by women who have during the séance gathered around the völva. The purpose of the singing is to summon the spirits, from which the völva gathers information. This practice is very closely linked with gandr, the practice of summoning spirits.8, 11

3. Reliability of the sources

It is difficult to define and categorize the magic of the Viking Age, considering the fact that our primary sources of knowledge of these beliefs were written centuries after the Viking Age. These primary sources are i.a. the Eddas and the Icelandic sagas, which were written down by Christians centuries after the Viking Age ended. However, this does not exclude them as possible sources of the Viking Age. 5, 6, 7, 9

For example, the majority of the poems which we refer to as the Poetic Edda are preserved in the Codex Regius (Icelandic: Konungsbók) meaning Kings book. The manuscript is thought to have been written down in the 1270s AD in Iceland. The poems themselves, however, are older than the manuscript. This can be proven through copying errors, which hint that the actual manuscript from which the Codex Regius is copied from dates back to the beginning of the 13th century. The copying errors are mostly the scribe occasionally forgetting to replace the earlier word forms with the current ones. One could even suggest that the poems are even older than that, considering that Old Norse poetry does not work without certain linguistic characteristics, which had changed by the 13th century.5, 6, 7

Old Norse poetry does not use rhyme but alliteration, which is why certain lines in the manuscript does not work if the language one speaks is 13th century Icelandic. For instance, in the earliest lines of the poem Þrymskviða the lines are: “Reiðr var þá Ving-þorr / er hann vaknaði”, which means “Thor was angry when he woke up”. For these lines to be proper Old Norse poetry one needs three ��V’:s, which can be achieved if one changes “Reiðr” meaning angry to its earlier form “vreiðr”. (Swedish retains the ‘V’ in “vrede” which means anger.) This indicates that the poem was composed in Icelandic around the year 1000 when the ‘V’ still remained. Furthermore, many of the heroic poems are some of the oldest in the Poetic Edda most likely dating back to the 9th century AD, e.g. Atlakviða and Hamðismál. Therefore, it is possible to conclude that the primary sources are a somewhat reliable source of Scandinavian beliefs without too much influence from Christianity.5, 6, 7

4. Seiðr in the sources

Viewed as a whole, the Eddas and Icelandic sagas have an abundant amount of references to seiðr (and magic in general). It is practiced by both men and women, under many different names, but the underlying magic is constant. However, one must take in account the reliability of using these sources as a description of magical practices in the Viking Age.1

4.1. Seiðr in the Eddas

Mentions of seiðr or its practitioners can be found in various poems in the Poetic Edda. Most notably in the poems; Völuspá (22)12 and Lokasenna (24)12 and Völuspá hin skamma (33)12. Additionally the poems Hávamal (87)12, Baldrs Draumar (4)12 and Helgakviða Hundingsbana I (37)12 have references to völva, who is a practitioner of seiðr. Seiðr is also mentioned in Snorri’s Edda, e.g. in chapter 4 and 7 in the Ynglinga saga.11

The origins of seiðr is a most intriguing subject. The Eddaic Poems give us two possible origins. In Völuspá hin skamma (33)12 seiðr is said to have originated from mythological beings. As it is said in stanza 33 (Völuspá hin skamma)12; “All the witches // come from Vitholf, // all the wizards // come from Vilmeith, // all the warlocks // come from Svarthofthi, // all the giants // come from Ymir.”. Witches and warlocks in this translations refer to the terms völur and seiðberendr respectively. By this account, seiðr is originated from to figures Viðólfi (Vitholfi) and Svarthöfði (Svarthofthi), who are not mentioned anywhere else but Völuspá hin skamma (33)12. 11

One could possibly argue that the mythological beings are jötnar, considering the last two lines are about how all giants come from Ymir. It would also match with the perception of seiðr and völur as something dreaded yet beneficial.11

The second possible origin of seiðr is from the völva Heiðr in Völuspá (22)12, where “... she came into their homes, // a sorceress who foresaw good things. // She knew magic, // she knew witchcraft, // she practiced witchcraft...” A close parallel to this tale is that of Ynglinga saga (4) where the goddess Freyja knows seiðr and teaches it to Odin.1, 2, 10 One could assume that Heiðr, which is an another name for the witch Gullveig, is actually Freyja and that seiðr therefore originated from the Vanir, even though, there are no accounts of Freyja actually practicing seiðr. It is mainly Odin who practices seiðr, which was noted by Loki in Lokasenna (24)12 where he accuses Odin of practicing “womanly magic” (seiðr) and living as a witch (völva).11

4.2. Seiðr in the sagas

The two most detailed descriptions of a seiðr ritual are the ones in Eiríks saga rauða and Örvar-Odds saga. Shortly summarized the ritual begins with a völva (female seiðr-practitioner) who enters a home during the day and awaits nightfall to begin the ritual. Sometimes the völva travels alone as Þorbjörg Lítilvölva does in Eiríks saga rauða and other times she brings her whole entourage as Heiðr does in Örvar-Odds saga (15 young men and 15 young women). Several people besides the vövla are involved in the séance and engage by chanting and singing. Afterwards the völva answers specific questions asked by the homeowners.11

The chanting and singing factor of seiðr is called galdr which can be attested in Laxdæla saga (Chapters 35 & 37) where “þau kváðu þar fræði sín en það voru galdrar” (“they sang their fierce lore there, in the form of charms”)4 and “En er seiðlætin komu upp þá þóttust þeir eigi skilja er inni voru hverju gegna mundi. En fögur var sú kveðandi að heyra” (“But when the seiðr antics began, those inside were at loss to understand what it could be for; but beautiful was the singing to hear”)4. Galdr is often used by the practitioners of seiðr in certain situations, e.g. when the völva Groá used it to heal Þórr’s injury in Skáldskaparmál (26) or killing as in Laxdæla saga (Chapters 35 & 37). Therefore, one can conclude that seiðr as well as galdr can be used for a beneficial or nefarious purpose.11

5. In Conclusion

To conclude, it is difficult to define and categorize the magic of the Viking Age, considering the fact that our primary sources of knowledge of these beliefs were written centuries after the Viking Age. These primary sources are mainly the Eddas and the Icelandic sagas, in which the myths of the gods and heroes of the Vikings are described. The information regarding magic and religion is quite sparse in primary sources, therefore one cannot construct an adequate picture of how magic was practiced. One possible reason for this is that these sources were written by Christians and while it may have been acceptable for them to write stories about the Norse Gods and heroes, it certainly was not to write about the religion and its rites.6, 9

As far as I am concerned the Eddas and the Icelandic sagas are a reliable source regarding Norse Mythology - or at least an aspect of it. Due to the linguistics and to an understanding of Norse Poetry some of the poems in the manuscript can be dated back before the conversion to Christianity, which occurred around 1000s in Iceland. As a result, I do believe that they are a reliable source of Scandinavian beliefs without too much influence from Christianity. Of course, one can never be fully certain and must always take everything with a pinch of salt.7

The examination assignment has certainly been a journey, and even though I have barely scratched the surface of Norse magic, I feel like I have at least gotten a better understanding of its main cosmological and mythological structure. In a further study or assignment regarding this topic I would be interested in also looking deeper into the archaeological evidence of magical practices and rites in the Viking Age.

6. Sources:

6.1. Literature

Price, N., 2019. The Viking Way. 2nd edition. OXBOW books, pp.34-37.

Raudvere, C., 2003. Kunskap och insikt i norrön tradition - mytologi. ritualer och trolldomsanklagerser. Nordic Academic Press, Lund.

Raudvere, C., 2002. Trolldomr in early medieval Scandinavia. In Witchcraft and magic in Europe: the Middle Ages. Edited by Ankarloo, B. & Clark, S., University of Pennsylvania Press, pp.73-171.

Tolley, C., 2009. Shamanism in Norse Myth and Magic, Vol I and II. Folklore Fellows Communication. Helsinki: Academia Scientiarum Fennica.

Maria Kvilhaug, The Eddas – Genuine sources to pagan religion? (2011) Available

Jackson Crawford, What is the Poetic Edda? (15 February 2018) Available

Arith Härger, ARE THE EDDAS RELIABLE? (28 August 2017) Available

Tolley, C., 1996. Vǫrðr and Gandr: Helping Spirits in Norse Magic. Arkiv för nordisk filologi, 110, pp.56-75. Available

Jørgensen, L., 2014. Norse religion and ritual sites in Scandinavia in the 6th–11th century. In Die Wikinger und das Fränkische Reich (pp. 239-264). Wilhelm Fink Verlag. Available

Devereux, P., 2016. talking and Walking with Spirits: Fresh Perspectives on a Medieval necromantic System. Divination: Perspectives for a New Millennium, p.243. Available

Perabo, A.E.B.L.D., The Image Of Seiðr In Old Icelandic Literature: Consistency Or Variation?. Available

Crawford, J., 2015. The Poetic Edda; Stories of the Norse Gods and Heroes. Hackett Publishing Company. USA.

6.2. Figure

Figure 1: Sjöholm, J. Path to Valhalla, digital image, Edinburgh, Scotland. 2019

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bluewitch17 · 6 years

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85 questions tag

I was tagged by @soshortstoryteller and it made my day (?)

rules: answer these 85 questions and tag 20 people (not gonna do it, SPOILER ALERT)

— What was your last…

1. Drink: nestea wiii

2. Phone call: mmm my brother because I wanted to talk to him and he was listening to music

3. Text message: to @soshortstoryteller yay! Because I want to give her a thousand hugs and I can’t so I do digital hugs somehow

4. Song you listened to: I think it was Hear Me by Imagine Dragons, I’m obssesed with this song

5. Time you cried: ... yesterday, but I cried because I’m an emotional mess and some days I cry out of everything. What I mean is: NO DRAMA

6. Dated someone twice: Yeah... in my dreams Harry Potter and I are a thing for years

7. Kissed someone and regretted it: you don’t say where, so I’m gonna say somebody that I used to call friend, in the cheek. It’s a long story, but I feel veeery uncomfortable now

Publicación original de ungifable (poh vale)

8. Been cheated on: you can’t be cheated on if you don’t have a couple heheh

9. Lost someone special: nah, they lost me actually

10. Been depressed: NEVER

11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: I don’t drink bro

— Fave colours

12. BLUE

13. BLACK

14. GREY

— in the last year have you…

15. Made new friends: yeeeeees

16. Fallen out of love: eeerm noup

17. Laughed until you cried: lots of times

18. Found out someone was talking about you: yep, they said I was just like I didn’t exist in class. I’m a GHOST hell yeah!

19. Met someone who changed you: look at the person who tagged me, there you have ^^

20. Found out who your friends are: well, I HOPE SO

21. Kissed someone on your facebook friends list: I don’t have facebook so...

— General

22. How many of your facebook friends do you know irl: I DON’T HAVE FACEBOOK

23. Do you have any pets: does the monster that lives under my bed counts?

24. Do you want to change your name: yes. All the yes. I want to be named Ariadna, but... everybody knows me as Mery so...

25. What did you do for your last birthday: mmm eat cake and cry over happiness (alone of course)

26. What time did you wake up today: 9:10

27. What were you doing at midnight last night: writing actually, but by hand not by pc

28. What is something you can’t wait for: mmm hug Solete

30. What are you listening to right now: my parents telling me to go to have dinner lol

31. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: noup, why??

32. Something that’s getting on your nerves: not being able to hug Solete, like... I mean it. I’m a hug friend

33. Most visited website: Twitter and Youtube

34. Hair colour: black and blueeee

35. Long or short hair: I like short hair for me, but I’m getting it longer because... I dunno

36. Do you have a crush on someone: maybe... ewe

37. What do you like about yourself: I’m starting to try love all about me

38. Want any piercings: NO AND I DON’T WANT

39. Blood type: A+ my blood is positive yay :3

40. Nicknames: Blue, Gay Queen (yas I still love this one), Mery and Hefy

41. Relationship status: single as a pringle (I love this expression)

42. Sign: escorpio

43. Pronouns: she/her because... my ovaries (?)

44. Fave tv show: Game of thrones ^^

45. Tattoos: nah and I don’t think I want (yet...)

46. Right or left handed: right, with my left nobody not even me understands my writing (with the right it doesn’t get much more better xD)

47: Ever had surgery: only once and thanks

48. Piercings: I DON’T WANT

49. Sport: mmm tumbing

50. Vacation: I want it, I want to get the fuck out of the university. You didn’t ask for something in special heh

51. Trainers: Converse yes

— More general

52. Eating: I’ve just eaten an omelette with jam ñam

53. Drinking: wateh

54. I’m about to watch: nothing actually, I want to play some videogames

55. Waiting for: my witch powers to get restored. Wait, don’t tell anyone!

56. Want: chocolate (I’m a hobbit, and hobbits are easily happy with food)

57. Get married: neveeeeeer

58. Career: communitation (yay magnificent... noup)

— Which is better (I started doing this happily and then I saw it’s about crushes and stuff so ha)

59. Hugs or kisses: hugs mostly, I’m a hug bear

60. Lips or eyes: EEEEYES

61. Shorter or taller: I think short people is SO DAMN CUTE

62. Older or younger: well it depends on the brain age... not only being over 18 to be mature you know

63. Nice arms or stomach: stomach because HOBBIT

64. Hookup or relationships: relationships yes

65. Troublemaker or hesitant: well since I’m a fucking hesitant, gimme a little troublemaker. But a little I mean only little trouble, don’t call the police, man

— Have you ever

66. Kissed a stranger: I am not that extrovert damn

67. Drank hard liquor: water is hard yes

68.Turned someone down: ...I don’t know what to say, I hope not...

69. Sex on first date: videogames better thanks

70: Broken someone’s heart: yes but not intentionally

71. Had your heart broken: yep, more than once, but don’t worry is full and bombing again

72. Been arrested: noooop

73. Cried when someone died: obvs

74. Fallen for a friend: yes

— Do you believe in

75. Yourself: most of the times... I hope

76. Miracles: noup

77. Love at first sight: yes, but it is called CRUUUUSH. Love is deeper than that

78. Santa Claus: nah, Jack Frost actually

79. Angels: yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, I wanna write a book about this, yes, yes, yes, yes

— Misc

80. Eye colour: brown with a honey tone

81. Best friends name: I will only choose the ones I trust deeply -> Luigi and Solete hey!

82. Favourite movie: MOULIN ROUGE

83. Favourite actor: Er... I don’t know. It depends on the movie too much. Only Ewan McGregor gets my attention anytime.

84. Favourite cartoon: ladybug mostly I think

85. Favourite teacher’s name: FAVOURITE TEACHERS?? I haven’t had that in years! But my favourite one and only master of philosophy was Matías, so yeah

UPDATE: @soshortstoryteller got the hugs and I’m happy again

#tag #mine #i loved this one!

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chaoswithinstars · 1 year

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Mean [I. Midoriya]

Cw: sub!Izuku, gn!reader, he's called pretty and dumb, meant to be an outline but it is what it is, I think that's it

Your Izuku has always been an awkward person. You could see it ooze out of his childhood photos, see it everyday in person and on TV when he caught a bad guy and TV crews are pushing their mics in his face. Seeing him stumble over his words and blush along with them made you the happiest being alive. Your boyfriend might be an absolute beefcake but it certainly couldn't hide the shyness inside.

You teased him often, mostly in the privacy of your home, pushing his buttons until his whole face was red. A few times he even lost control of his Quirk which resulted in broken couches and a lot of glasses. Izuku never took it badly, often comforting you instead if you felt like you were crossing the line with your words or actions, even asking you not to stop. Because he loved how you teased him, how your words made him feel.

"I like it when you're mean to me." Izuku admits once, blushing furiously as his eyes refuse to meet with yours.

It only makes your teasing worse. It only makes your own feelings worse and one day you find yourself manhandling a big and strong pro hero in bed, pushing his chin up and leaving bite marks on his neck, his legs pushed up to his chest as you have your way with him. You almost laugh at how easily and eagerly he's following your every move, how gladly he lets your hands leave imprints on his skin, how loudly he calls out your name as you sink into him, pushing him to the edge and ruining it for him over and over again.

Izuku can beg so sweetly, asking you for more and more until you succumb and give all of your depravity to him. But he has called you mean and, while you would give everything to him, you refuse to let him cum. You refuse until he's crying, shivering and almost throwing a tantrum. That's when he looks his best, messy from tears and snot and drool, sweaty and marked up all over, your pretty canvas.

"Pretty boy." You'd coo, wiping the mess on his face gently, looking down at Izuku as if he's perfection (and he is). "What's got you so worked up?"

"You… you won't let me…" And Izuku gasps, pretty eyes producing even more tears to stain his pretty face as he tries to get the words out. You're patient, you can wait, perfectly still as you massage his hips. "why won't you let me cum?"

"Dumb boy," you grin, smile almost malicious as you started to move, watching his eyes roll back and mouth fall open at each grind against his prostate. "I thought you liked me mean."

All those muscles turned to useless mush just because you were fucking him stupid, just because you were as relentless as him. And, Oh, how perfect and pretty Izuku was with his toes curled up, fists ripping the sheets and cock twitching until he had nothing to spill, mouth wide open in a silent scream.

You almost laugh when Izuku embraces you with both his arms and legs, hanging onto you in the aftermath, an adorable koala that is kind of heavy but his weight is the one you'll carry with no complaints. It's cute and you readily take care of him, enjoying the little complaints that leave Izuku's mouth as you fidget and move. You're gentle and sweet, cleaning him up and murmuring into his ears until he's calmer, pretty eyes looking at you with wonder, loving even after all the ways you've ruined him. It's so different from moments before that all your Izuku can do is melt even more, angelic smile kissing his sweet lips.

#hefi writes #spicy writing #dom!reader #izuku midoriya #izuku midoriya x reader #kinda disappointed I didn't do what I planned with this

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chaoswithinstars · 1 year

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Boredom [K. Bakugou]

Cw: none, just silly, I just know he'll bite

I can't believe I wrote this when a perfectly fine Izuku is in my wips

Katsuki and you were on the couch, you laying down with your feet in his lap, him sitting with an arm over the backrest as he stared at some TV drama he wouldn't be caught admitting to like. You hated that drama, bored almost to tears from a cliche plot. So you did whatever made the boredom go away.

And that was bothering Katsuki.

Staring straight at the side of his face, your leg pulling up and toes touching his ribs. Katsuki gave you an inquisitive look but you just smiled and he turned his eyes back to the TV. He should have known better. He's been with you long enough to know how you get. You began pressing your toes into his ribs, over and over again. It wasn't hard enough to hurt, just annoying. You knew it was annoying Katsuki by the way his eyebrow was twitching and jaw clenching with each poke of your toes.

Your smile got wider the more he twitched, foot now pushing him gently. Katsuki was now glaring down at you, nostrils flaring. You weren't one to be scared even though that glare of his sent shivers down your spine. You also weren't exactly the smartest, poking at a dragon. Smiling innocently, you continued annoying him, eyes twinkling up at Katsuki.

You expected him to smack your foot lightly or even to grab it and sit on it. You didn't expect him to grab at you and fucking chomp down on it like an animal. The screech that left your mouth had him grinning around the mouthful. You pushed yourself up into a sitting position, trying to drag your foot out but the beast wasn't letting go.

"Oh my god, you fucking asshole!" You glared at him, voice raised. "Let go!"

Katsuki didn't let go. He was keeping his teeth in like a feral dog, ignoring your pushing and squirming until you put your other foot on his face. You've never moved faster away from anyone before.

"You bitch," you whimpered, checking out the flesh he bit. It was red, a bit swollen and his pretty teeth left indentations. "you just couldn't hold back. Look, you even broke skin."

"You big baby" Katsuki snapped, grabbing your foot again and dragging you back to him. Crimson eyes looked at the bite mark, fingers gently probing your abused flesh before he placed a kiss on top, taking your breath away. "There, you're perfectly fine."

"I can't believe you bit me."

"Next time, I'll bite your toe off." He grinned, pulling you underneath him and pinning you down.

"You just want to have my foot in your mouth." You grinned up at him, eyes sparkling. "Kinky."

"…" Katsuki stared down at you, a frown gracing his pretty face. "Ew."

"Excuse you, but I wash my feet."

"I'm going to kill you."

You stuck your tongue out at him then screeched when his fingers started tickling your sides and his teeth began biting down on your neck, not a bit gentle. And all you could do was laugh and plea for mercy.

#hefi writes #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki

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chaoswithinstars · 2 years

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only one [Gojo S.]

Tw: DC,yandere, baby trapping, mention of sex, birth control manipulation, NC (mention of drunk reader)

Gojo doesn't really want children, he already has his hands full with the brats in the school. He just wants you, to keep you by his side forever. He loves you but he has noticed that your affection towards him is slowly fading, you rarely kiss him and when he does initiate, you're quick to turn your head so his lips land on your cheek. You pull out of his embrace after a few moments, no longer squeezing his waist and burrowing your face into his chest or neck. You've dropped the cute pet names too, you don't have sex as often, you rarely talk…

Gojo can't have that, he loves and needs you too much for you to break up with him; you're the only untainted person he has in his life. So he does everything he can to light that fire from before, show you that he's still Mr Right for you. There's flowers and chocolates, dinners and dates, abundance of gifts and he sees that it's working. Gojo is well aware how charming he is, he's not above using each and every trick in the books to have you fall.

You're back in that honeymoon phase, loving him from every little thing he does, for all those quirks he has. Sex is amazing, feels even better than before; from slow and sensual to hard and fast, old kinks to trying out new ones. You feel like you're living your best life.

But it doesn't always feel like that. There's something in the back of your head telling you that something isn't right, that Gojo is playing games with you and yet, the moment he sweeps you into his arms, you shut that little voice up. He wouldn't do anything bad, he's so sweet and attentive, so good to you that all those doubts have to be just that- doubts.

You should have listened.

Since day one of his attempts, Gojo has been replacing your birth control with sugar pills, has been poking little holes in the condoms, made you teas that people say helps with fertility, haven't used condoms when you got drunk (when he got you drunk). He's been doing it all, just to keep you at his side forever. At first, you don't think anything of a few missed days of your period, it happens from time to time, you don't even think anything is off when a month passes- your hormones have been messed up in general, it wasn't the first time.

Then two months pass, smells start to bother you, you feel nauseous and you've thrown up. Two out of three pregnancy tests scream positive and you're lowkey panicking. You don't know how it happened, you were so careful, almost obsessively, with your pills and additional protection with the condoms. But your sweet, lovely boyfriend is there for you, holding you, whispering reassurances into your ears, kissing your panicky tears away. You don't see him smile in victory, you don't see that now there's no escape until it is too late.

Gojo couldn't be happier, seeing you grow with his child. He's clingy, he rubs your swollen feet, buys all of the food you are craving for but doesn't let you go outside, doesn't let you hear your family and friends with a few carefully chosen words, picking at your weaknesses and picks at your childhood scars of broken relationships. They could never love you like Gojo does, could never protect you and your baby from the dangers of the world- only he can.

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chaoswithinstars · 2 years

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ghost in the walls [B. Heelshire]

Note: I'm in love with him, your honour. 2.4k words for the hairy wall man with mommy issues.

CW: I can fix him, bad dialogue, virgin!Brahms, smut but not that explicit, pet names (I guess)

No matter how beautiful Heelshire Manor was, it was eerie. Large, secluded and surrounded by overgrown foliage, the manor reeked of something strange and creepy. It was surprisingly clean inside and you had to admit that the old couple took good care of the interior, stuck as they were over their son's unfortunate death. You hoped they were enjoying their vacation even though it was lasting longer than they said it would.

Brahms, the doll, has been your constant companion for over two months now. The rules were followed almost to a T and it was nice to set up some routine while away from the city's hustle and bustle. Strange things sometimes happened, some of your stuff went missing but you almost always found them a few days later in odd places. You didn't dare question it because you just might lose your mind and start being afraid of the dark (and there was a lot of darkness in this house). With all of your strength, you ignored things that went bump in the night (and day), feeling foolishly brave even as you huddled beneath the covers, legs and arms tucked as far away from the edges of your bed.

That doll was somewhat of a safety blanket, something you held as you went to sleep; the same way you held your dolls when you were a child. You told yourself that, because you went by all those rules, you would be safe, you'd be spared of the shadows that stalked you through your days.

If only you were so lucky.

Just as the second month turned over into the beginning of the third, the shadows just at the corner of your eyes started taking shape. A man watching you through the window on the first floor as you collected vermin in the garden, watching you from the corners of the house's many hallways, knocks from the walls and little messages left for you in the parlor, in the kitchen and, worse of all, your bedroom. You even found Brahms in places you didn't leave him in, the food set out for him gone the moment you turned your eyes away.

Your first thought was to leave, your second thought was a plan to see how far you could go with all that creepy stuff happening before you cracked. Maybe you already did and all of that was happening in your imagination and you were catatonic in some asylum but you were pretty certain this would have happened sooner in your life, when your mind was still developing.

So you trudged on, still following the rules, talking to the doll, talking to the walls, placing food on the table for yourself, the doll and the ghost in the walls. It went missing, the plate dutifully placed in the sink. Your little act brought out something in your ghost, something sweet even though you found it odd as well. Those notes now came with presents, handmade and, sometimes, looking bad but sweet still. You would smile with each gift, saying thank you to the walls, caressing the wallpaper.

Another week passed and your ghost stopped being shy. It was deep into the night, you couldn't fall asleep so you took to wandering around the place, fingertips dragging over the walls only to touch something warm and fleshy once you turned a corner. Your heart skipped a beat, climbing into your throat at the fright, your eyes widening as you raised your head and looked at the porcelain mask shining through the night, bathed in silvery moonlight coming through the window.

"Don't be afraid." He spoke, voice that of a child's and you briefly wondered how could a man, so tall and obviously strong, produce a sound quite like that. "I'll be good."

Many people would do a sensible thing and start running but you have never called yourself sensible. Or smart. So you decided to talk to the man, to the ghost from the walls. You'd probably be the first one killed in a horror movie.

"Cocoa?" You smiled, voice gentle and low as you offered, arms crossed beneath your chest. "You've kept me on my toes for months, I think I deserve an explanation."

Your ghost hunched over, shoulders tucking inwards and head bowing as he heard the reprimand. Giving him another smile, you lead the way to the kitchen, smiling wider as you heard him shuffle behind you. You turned on the lights, pulling out the necessary ingredients for the best hot cocoa ever then turned around to face the music. Your ghost was tall, obviously strong even as he tried to make himself smaller, dressed in ratty cardigan and smudged undershirt.

"So… You must be Brahms." You broke the tense silence, making him stop messing with his fingers. He nodded and shuffled a little closer to you, just a foot away. He could reach out and touch you if he wanted but, surprisingly, Brahms held his distance. "Sit down."

Your lips curled upwards as Brahms obeyed you, sittirules wn and tucking his long legs beneath the table properly, back straight and eyes on you as you prepared the cocoa. You didn't hesitate to place it in front of him, leaning over with your hand at the back of his chair. Brahms looked at you, hesitantly wrapping his fingers around the mug. His eyes followed you as you took a seat next to him but he could not keep eye contact with you.

"Talk." The word came out a little bit sharper than you've intended, making Brahms stiffen up but you were not about to let him get away with the internalized fear and doubts you've been through. "In your normal voice, Brahms, none of that little boy act."

"…" He pulled the mug into his chest, hugging it and looked down at the cocoa like it would give him an excuse. You thought he wouldn't reply once the minutes dragged on but he suprised you once he opened his mouth, speaking in a deep, rumbling voice. "I broke the rules. I shouldn't have let you see me, I've been bad…"

Brahms hesitated after that, looking this way and that, mostly towards the walls he lived in but then, after taking a deep breath, settled down for a long story of weird sort of imprisonment and torment. He implied all sorts of things, nearly admitted some, skimmed over the topic of his parents with bitterness and anger. Brahms made you feel for him and you, perhaps foolishly, offered comfort.

Brahms went rigid in your arms, not breathing for a few tense moments before he relaxed, slumping against your chest as you carded your fingers through his matted hair and cooed about how good he was for you, how sweet you found him, that he could do even better and that not everything was his fault. He held onto you like you were holding him together, as if he was as fragile as the mask he wore all these years.

And that was just the beginning of your strange friendship with the ghost in the wall, with the boy and a man rolled into one. Mostly, Brahms was good and listened to you, other times he had temper tantrums that sent your heart racing and mind scrambling to pacify him. You've discovered that he disliked Malcolm and his weekly visits, that he was possessive and clingy. You've discovered that he didn't really know how to bathe and helped with that too, as strange as it was to teach a grown man.

Sometimes, Brahms made you laugh, made you clutch onto him the same way he did you. Other times, he made you angry and your words would make him hunch back into that smaller form. Once, you called him a bad boy and the following sniffle had your heart breaking. You've discovered how much a harsh tone of voice and a firm hand worked on Brahms, just like praise and gentle touch did.

Brahms scared you sometimes, especially when he went eerily quiet and still, just looking at you with a dark look in his eyes. You walked on eggs those days, bad days, because temper tantrums sometimes lead to him stalking to you, trying to intimidate you with his height and size. It worked but you refused to let him push you around, refused to show how much he frightened you.

Overtime, things got better. Brahms, for the most part, settled into a different routine, became a bit more independent and asked for direction less. He was still clingy, still possessive, but now you could go for a brief outing into the city. Like a puppy, he would welcome you home, embracing you almost the moment you stepped back into the house.

The house was no longer a creepy prison but held warmth that was missing for decades. It was lived in, showed signs of care and two people existing together.

Brahms became even more affectionate as time went on and you gave back as good as you got. Slowly, you fell for the man- baggage, temper, scars and all. Slowly, touch started to linger, hands mapped out curves, skin and imperfections, lips following along. Brahms wouldn't let you see his face even though you held it in your hands one night in your bed, felt the scars warping the flesh. He called himself ugly, you were inclined to disagree. You called him your pretty boy, your sweet and good boy, your love.

You truly did love Brahms, loved him to the point of obsession. Sometimes, you scared yourself with your thoughts of wanting to mark him as yours, of sinking your teeth into his flesh, of carving your name into his skin. He made you crazy.

When you admitted to that darkness lingering inside you, Brahms threw away all of the restraints holding him back and showed you just how much darker and crazier he was, how much you held back the monster inside. His strength left you breathless and tingling inside, made you press your thighs together to find some relief but you wanted more, always craved for more even as he ripped your clothes off, leaving cloth burns on your skin. You laughed once he held you by the throat, his other hand touching your body, exploring without hesitation.

Brahms barely knew what he was doing, but his enthusiasm and giving yet selfish nature made you feel like you're in heaven. By the time his hand finally ended up between your thighs, you were drenched. He parted your folds with his fingers, feeling how wet and ready you are for him, making you whine and squirm as he rubbed your clit then sunk his fingers inside of you with ease. You wrapped your legs around his hips, bucking against his hand. You grinned, arching your back and pushing back, chasing the sweet release he brought to you. It wasn't enough.

You pulled him towards you, knocking away the mask and kissing him until he was limp in your arms then flipped you over to be on top. You sat up on his hips, grinding on top of his dick. He whined, hands clutching your hips in a bruising hold as he helped you move the way he wanted, trying to get you to move faster. You let him, giving over control just to see pleasure on his face, hear those lovely sounds spill from his mouth.

Another part of you wanted to see just how far you could push Brahms, how much you could tease him with your words and movement until he started begging. Maybe you'd manage to draw some frustrated tears from his pretty eyes, maybe he'd take over again and push into you with just the right amount of force. You couldn't do it to him now, it was obviously his first time, glaringly so. Brahms did touch you but each one that wasn't on your hips was hesitant, followed by an insecure look until you told him it was alright, he could touch all he wanted.

While it felt good and Brahms made you feel desired, you wanted more than just wandering hands and humping. You rose a bit, took his dick in your hand and positioned him at your entrance, slowly sinking down and sighing as you felt the stretch. Brahms twitched inside of you and let out a low groan once you settled.

You held still for a few moments, looking down at Brahms, fingers gently rubbing his tense abdomen. You slowly begun to rock, going faster then slower, feeling powerful and beautiful when Brahms finally touched you more, when his eyes looked in wonder at you on top of him. You held his gaze, smiling wickedly as you clenched around him, as you begun to ride him with all you've got. Sweet moans of your name tumbled from Brahms' lips like prayer, little gasps and words of praise escaped you. He fell into a rhythm with you, hips bucking into yours just perfectly, bringing you closer to release with each grind, him already at the brink.

You almost laughed when Brahms stilled inside you, tugging you down into his lap as his dick emptied inside of you, filling you up with warmth. He babbled, ever so slightly trembling as he pulled you down to hug you, strong arms holding you like shackles.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry…" The words spilled from his mouth and you raised your eyes to look at him, seeing shame and insecurity on Brahms' scared face.

"For what?" You asked, smiling sweetly as you caressed the scars on his face, wiping away a few tears that Brahms couldn't keep away.

"You didn't…" He looked away, lips pursed in a pout.

"Silly boy." You replied, sitting back straight. "It's alright, perfectly normal for you to cum before me. You're sensitive, it's your first time and, honestly, it was kind of hot. We can always try again, sweetheart."

"We can?"

"Mhm, baby, we can."

You yelped then laughed when Brahms pulled you back into his chest, hugging him back and kissing the skin above his still racing heart. You closed your eyes, sighing, feeling content and warm, safe with Brahms around you and inside you, slowly falling asleep to the sounds of his breathing and the beats of his heart.

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chaoswithinstars · 8 months

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even if it hurts [J. Price]

There is nothing more beatiful to hear and experience than John's laughter.

It is deep, rumbles from his core and has him throwing his head back with a palm pressed to his midsection as it shakes his body. It is beatiful, perfect and so, so rare that you treasure each moment, bury it deep in your heart, even deeper in your soul. Each second of that lovely, perfect sound is tattooed in the beating of your heart, safely tucked away in the hidden corners of your mind for when he is away, months at a time.

You could never forget it. You could never even think about hating it even when you miss him, miss his voice, miss the way that laughter of his would shake you as well when he brings you into the warmth and safety of his embrace because you've said something so silly yet adorable.

Being a military man that John is, his laughter becomes a mythical being, lost to memories, to guilt, to nightmares and thousand yard stares, fingers on the trigger even in his sleep, violent outbursts at loud sounds. It becomes something fragile, unattainable with each difficult mission, each drop of blood on his hands.

He is still your John. He is still the man you've fallen in love with, still the man you love with every single piece of your flesh and soul. You loved John for ages, loved him when his smiles and laughs were so much like those of a boy, a young man full of life and wishes to touch the stars, do good, be good.

And you love him still even now that he is a mess, heart and mind.

You wish you could hide him just like all those memories of his laughter, open up your ribcage and tuck him away in the warmth and safety of your fragile heart.

But you can't and John wouldn't want you to.

Even if it hurts you.

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chaoswithinstars · 10 months

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I can take you [K. Bakugo]

Tw: suggestive at some parts, silly, actually very bad, I cannot write for shit

You were always one that would go beyond when challenged or dared. You just couldn't back down or give up until you've done it. Truth or dare was always a bad experience but you've pushed through with pride and not a smidge of embarrassment.

"I could take you in a fight." Famous last words, especially when said to one of top heroes like your boyfriend. Katsuki simply raised an eyebrow, giving you an unimpressed look. "I so could."

"No, I don't think you can. You're so…" Katsuki smirks, giving you a slow once over, taking in all of you before meeting your eyes with his. "Soft. And short."

You being you, of course you rushed him, knocking into him with your shoulder, arms wrapped around his lower waist. You pushed with all your might, legs locking as your feet slid over the floor. A grunt left your lips and you felt more than heard Katsuki laugh as you tried your best, sweating after just a few minutes of struggle. You felt him shift then his arms were around your hips and waist, raising you up with envious ease, your legs flailing before you hooked them blindly over his shoulders and knocking your foot against his head in the process.

"The floor is very close, honey." Your voice went high pitched as you spoke, fingers gripping onto his pockets as you stared down at his feet.

"I won't drop you." He replies, raising you higher and leaning his chin on the apex of your legs to look at you. It would've been sexy if you weren't bracing for a concussion. "I'm not weak."

"Please, let me down." You groan, feeling the blood rush into your head and palms start to sweat.

"I'm disappointed." He drawls, voice mocking and pushing your buttons. You manage to look up, giving him a lovely view of your frown, flushed face and double chin. "I thought my girl had more fight in her."

"Oh, you bitch." You breathe, eyes wide then squinting as you struggle to pull yourself upward, using his clothes as holds. "I'll get you. I'll fucking get you."

You barely notice the support your back is getting, too focused on getting closer to wipe that infernal smirk off his face until you're practically sitting on his shoulders and looking down at him as you struggle for breath. That's when you realize he's helping you stay upright, his hold on you secure as he grins at you almost ferally.

"Hi." You grin down at him, fingers in his hair and legs tight around his neck. "You come here often?"

"I do." Katsuki grins, voice just a tad suggestive, baring his teeth and takes a bite at your thigh, pretty eyes glaring up at you from between your legs. You have to admit, it's hot. Despite the fact that you're holding onto his hair simply because you are waiting for the fall. His hot palms move smoothly over your back, almost up to your shoulders and you have to admit that this whole situation is doing things to you.

"If you drop me, I'm taking you with me." You threaten, hooking your legs more securely at his back. You were always one to ruin the mood as well.

Katsuki squints his eyes at you, lips pursing. And then his hands are off you and an embarassing squeak left your mouth as you smothered him with your stomach, legs squeezing around his as you feel yourself slip down just a little. You don't really have that much upper body or core strength in you so you swearing up a storm a few minutes later, glaring into Katsuki's face.

"Bastard" You manage to squeeze out, voice strained. Honestly, you don't really want to admit just how awkward and lowkey scary it is, holding on to a tall ass man with only the carpet to soften up your fall even though you knew that Katsuki would never let you come to harm. He'd catch you, always. "Help me down."

"Giving up so soon?" Katsuki smirks and places his hands back on you, helping you stand on your two feet with some maneuvering and elbows (yours) in sensitive places (his). "I thought you'd take me down with you."

"Shut up." You purse your lips, disgruntled.

"Make me." He puts his hands on his hips, looking down at you with fire in his eyes. "Bet you can't."

You look up into his eyes, lips curling up slyly and you grasp onto his collar, tugging him down. Your eyes glance between his then down to his mouth and back again. Katsuki hums and places his hands on your waist, pulling your body to his and lowers his head even more, brushing your noses together for one sweet moment before you stand on your toes and finally press your lips together. It's almost a chaste kiss with how slow and sweet it is but it is still deep, still makes you desire more.

"I can take you" You whisper once you two part and bite your lip, trying to hide a smile. "Not in a fight."

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chaoswithinstars · 1 year

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Puppy Love [Thoma]

Cw: fluff?

Thoma was walking along with you, usually just a step behind unless there was something catching his attention like a cute dog or a cat demanding pets. You honestly didn't mind the little breaks in walking, it wasn't that late in the night and your parents would actually be happy you're out of the house for something else aside from work. Plus, seeing your boyfriend play with animals made your heart melt and, maybe, brought other thoughts to the forefront of your mind.

"Thoma," you called out, smiling when the man looked up at you. "I know you love animals, I love them as well, but I'm working tomorrow morning."

"Awww but look at him!" Thoma picked up the tiny puppy, waving it's paw at you. "He's so cute! Don't you just want to steal him away?"

You pursed your lips, taking in the image of the chubby puppy with his tongue out, tail wagging. Bright eyes looked at you with happiness, chipping away at your resolve and letting a thought of 'five more minutes' come to the forefront of your mind. Still, you had refusal at the tip of your tongue but you made a mistake of looking into Thoma's pretty eyes. You've always said his eyes would be your downfall and you certainly weren't wrong because Thoma's pleading face and that expectant, pleading gaze had you crumbling like eroded stone.

"Fine, we'll play some more but we're not stealing that dog."

Getting late home and only having a few hours of sleep was worth having a memory of Thoma having fun, laughing as the puppy peppered his face with kisses as they played then cuddled. Maybe you could get a puppy yourself, just to see Thoma even happier. You could already imagine the walks with the two, the abundance of toys and so much laughter, cuddle piles and wagging tail.

Your cat would probably disagree but king grump would just have to deal with it.

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chaoswithinstars · 1 year

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Fade into you [Kaeya]

Warnings: sub!Kaeya, oral, angsty, pwp, lost my way halfway, we die like Crepus

Kaeya strolled into his office, not happy about the reports he had to write out for Jean. His lips twitched at the sight of his lover sitting in his chair, signing off what seemed to be last of the documents, copying the flourish with which he signed his name. It wasn't unusual for Kaeya to find her doing his work. She, as much as him, yearned for more time spent together aside from work and this was her way of making sure he'd have time for a cozy evening.

"Forging your superior's signature? Don't you know it is a criminal offense?" Kaeya teased, strolling to his (now her) chair, pushing it far enough from the grand desk so he could straddle her lap. "You, my dear, are an awful criminal. Why, I should just lock you up and throw away the key."

"Are you certain I can't change your mind?" His lover smiled, leaning back in his chair and rubbed his thighs, each passage of her warm hands coming closer to where he was already twitching and wanting. "Give something in turn of my freedom?"

"Naughty girl." Kaeya murmured, leaning closer to her smiling face. His lips were almost touching hers, smiling slyly until she took them with hers. Her kisses always took Kaeya's breath away, making him melt into her embrace like a sap. This kiss wasn't any different, it was as exciting and all consuming like all the others before and all those that will come later. "Should just lock you up for bribery."

Kaeya gasped as she grabbed onto his ass, pulling him closer to her. His hips rolled, cock rubbing against her soft stomach. Little pinpricks of pleasure raced through his body, making him moan and feel Oh so warm. She kissed his neck, nibbled at his skin then soothed the slight burn with her tongue, drawing even more of those lovely moans from Kaeya. If Kaeya were a different man, he probably would have felt embarassed at how easily she could make a mess out of him.

"Look at you," She whispered, voice husky with want and eyes looking at him as if he hung the stars. "You're so beatiful, baby, especially like this."

Kaeya loved it when she praised him, yearned for all those sweet words to spill from her lips but he also wanted her hands all over him, to take him apart without any mercy, with her tongue, have her surround his body with her warmth.

She obviously knew that, reading his body language with ease. With no hesitation, she slowly bared Kaeya to her hungry, loving eyes. Her hands, usually so cold, felt hot as she touched him. Slowly, they caressed his face, his neck (pressing just a bit to have him gasp), down his chest where she payed attention to his nipples, tweaking and pinching until they were hard peaks and he was whimpering for more. Her hands went lower over his stomach to his pants, the sound of a zipper almost too loud in the office but Kaeya cared not. His moans were even louder when her lovely hand pulled his dick out, teasing the flushed head before firmly grasping.

"Look at you." She cooed, smiling as she jerked him off. "You make the prettiest sounds, Kaeya. I could listen to you for hours, watch you fuck my hand any time of the day."

"Hah," Kaeya tried to laugh but it sounded so weak to his ears, so breathless. He arched into her touch, hips moving faster as pre dripped from his cockhead. "You're being filthy."

"Me?" She laughed, pinching his nipple and drawing another loud moan from him. "You're the one rutting into my hand so pathetically."

Kaeya wants to glare at her but her hand feels just too good, the other one is sneaking in the back of his pants to tease at his asshole and he can only whimper.

"I bought a toy from Liyue," She murmurs, pressing her finger past the rim and watching Kaeya twitch. "It could be a reward if you keep being good for me."

"I'm always good." Kaeya grits out as he wiggles, desperate for her to push her fingers inside deeper, add another and stretch him out. "I'm always good for you."

"Are you though?"

Kaeya glared at her, not willing to admit that he probably flirted with others too much, teased her way too often and left her high and dry just for his amusement. He placed his shaking hand around her throat, feeling the amused hum vibrate through it. Somehow, it makes him feel pathetic, desperate.

"Tell me, what would you like me to do?"

"Please…" Kaeya whispers, feeling just a bit shy. "Fuck me."

Kaeya would have already been on his knees in front of her if she wasn't pumping his cock. He'd be on his knees, begging with words and his face in her cunt until she let him slide his dick inside her. But, she was a cruel woman at best, so Kaeya wasn't really that suprised when she got her hands off of him to cup his face and kissed him so gently his heart almost stopped.

"Damn you." Kaeya cursed, feeling high strung and so horny that he would probably cum from a breeze. "You're not leaving me like this again."

"I'm not?" There's an attractive smirk on those devilish lips as she leaned back, hands holding Kaeya's hips still. "Are you certain?"

Kaeya grabs onto her, gentleness forgotten as his frustration boiled over. He pulled her by the hair, catching her lips in a bruising kiss, teeth clanking together. Kaeya tastes iron and his top lip twinges but he doesn't care as long as she's finally giving him what he wants. She holds him close to her chest, arms wrapped around him like vices and then she's standing up, pushing him flat to his desk. She stands up straight, hands groping at every part of his body. Kaeya feels utterly debauched as she looks at him, eyes devouring every inch of tan skin and the bruises she left behind.

"I wish I had my kamera with me." That whisper, almost reverent tone of her voice, has Kaeya look up at her, smiling. "I wish to capture this moment, how beautiful and utterly perfect you look. I love you like this the most, my Kaeya."

"Pervert."

"Mmm, only when you're involved."

She bends down, kissing down his heaving chest, leaving marks with her teeth to bloom on his skin. One of his hands is in hers, fingers tangled and fitting perfectly together. And then her mouth is on him, licking and sucking, taking him whole only to tease the weeping head of his cock. It's torture, it's pleasure, it's wonderful and Kaeya almost cries because she always loves him the best, worships him at his worst. He's so close, too soon, much sooner than he thought he would be. Usually it takes awhile, takes more than just a hand and a mouth.

"IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou." He chants over and over again, almost gasping for breath as he spills in her mouth. He tugs at her hair, overwhelmed and nearly delirious from pleasure, pulling her up to him. "You're perfect, you're a goddess."

Kaeya forgets all his wrongs, all his flaws and things he does in the shadows when he's with her. Kaeya kisses her, tastes himself on her lips and tongue, he kisses her until his chest hurt from the lack of air. She holds him close, hands rubbing his back and neck as he shivers. It's almost too much, that gentleness. He feels that he doesn't deserve it, doesn't deserve her and all the comfort she brought into his life but he's also selfish and greedy enough to not give it up.

So Kaeya basks in her care, in attention she gives to each piece of flesh she has bruised, doesn't push her away when she gives him a cool glass of water to drink, when she guides him to the tiny sofa in the corner of his office and lays him down. She tucks him in, kisses his forehead and softly hums, guiding him into the land of dreams. And maybe, just maybe, Kaeya begged her to stay, to hold him.

#hefi writes #spicy writing #dom!reader #kaeya alberich #genshin smut #sub kaeya

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