#hela odinsdottir fanfic

[harknessxo]

Too Sweet

Paring: Dom!Hela Odindottir x sub!reader

Summary: She finds you talking to a guard in the garden and makes you cum until she’s satisfied as a punishment.

Warnings; mistress kink, punishment, praise/degradation kink, light spanking, fingering, vibrator, overstimulation, girl penis, breeding kink, cunnilingus, a little aftercare.

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A/n: This is my first Hela fanfic!

You were roaming around the castle’s garden, trying to pass the time. Hela was currently in a Royal meeting, leaving you to fend for yourself. It was really boring without her but looking at all the beautiful flowers helped. You started picking some to make a flower crown for her for when she was done when one of the guards thought it was a good idea to talk to you.

“Hey sweet thing, what are you doing all alone?” The man dumbly asked.

“I don’t think you should be talking to me-” you stammered out. He smirked at your response, stepping closer to you.

“Why’s that? Is there a reason you’re so nervous?” You immediately took a step back.

“Look, she’s going to be out any minute now, please go.” He chuckled, taking another step closer to you.

“Who is ‘she’? Your mother?”

“She’s talking about me.” Hela says from behind the idiotic man. The man immediately tenses and you do the same, knowing what was to come. He slowly turns around to face her, the smirk completely wiped off his face.

“M-my queen! I didn’t see you there!”

“You have five seconds to get out of my sight before I shred you into nothing.” She said coldly. He didn’t need to be told twice. He was out of the garden in less than a second, not even looking back. Hela then turned her attention to you, a cold look in her eyes.

“And what were you doing?”

“I was j-just picking flowers to make you a c-crown…” You stuttered, showing her the flowers you had picked out. She took the flowers from your hand, inspecting them.

“I see,” she said, her cold look slowly fading away as she wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to her side, “But that doesn’t make up for the fact that you were talking to a man. You know the rules.”

“B-but he came to me and I was trying to send him away-” you immediately started to explain. She placed a finger under your chin, tilting your head up so you were looking at her.

“You still shouldn’t have been talking to him. I thought you knew better, pet.”

“Please, mistress-” She smirked as she saw you pleading with her. She loved it when you begged her.

“You know I don’t give second chances when it comes to breaking my rules, pet. I think you need a punishment to remind you who you belong to.”

“…yes, mistress,” you said, defeated. She chuckled and began to walk, pulling you along with her into her chambers.

“Good girl. Now let’s see…what kind of punishment will you be getting…” You dreaded any type of punishment from her. She always had extreme punishments in store yet you secretly enjoyed them. Once inside the room, she ordered you to take off your clothes while she sat down on the bed before pulling you into her lap. She started to play with your hair as she thought about a suitable punishment for you.

“Oh I know exactly what you need,” she slid you off her lap, going to her closet and pulling out a box you knew too well.

“Mistress, please-” you pleaded again, knowing too well what she was going to do.

“Oh, you’re begging already? We’ve barely even started, pet,” She chuckled and sat down on the bed again, patting her lap as a signal for you to lay across it. You obeyed quickly, not wanting to get a worst punishment. She put your arms behind your back and tied them together with a silk rope. After she slowly started tracing her fingers over your naked skin, making you shiver.

“I’m going to fuck this little cunt until I am satisfied and you’re going to take everything I give you. I’ll make sure to make you come until you beg me to stop, understood?”

“Y-yes, mistress.” She smiled in satisfaction. She then moved her fingers towards your soaked pussy, dipping them in your wetness.

“Would you look at that? For someone who doesn’t like to be punished, you sure are soaked by the mere thought.” She wasted no time before thrusting two fingers inside with a relentless pace right off the bat. You whine pathetically, embarrassed by wet noises your pussy was making.

“Don’t be embarrassed, darling. I love how your pussy sounds and it’s such a pretty sound,” She started to pick up the pace, knowing just how to make you fall apart in a matter of seconds.

“Ahh! Mistress!”

“That’s it. I love it when you’re a whiny little mess for me. You’re such a good little slut for me, aren’t you?” She continued to thrust her fingers in and out of you at an unrelenting pace, curling them every time she was fully inside you. You came almost immediately after her taunting comment, your juices gushing out. She helped you ride it out and then pulled her fingers out, giving your cheeks a hard smack. She watched you try to catch your breath, then she smacked your ass again, leaving another red hand print.

“That was just one orgasm, darling. We’re not even close to being done yet,” you trembled at the reminder. She waved her hands and a vibrator apparently in her hand. She started rubbing the tip of the toy over your folds, making sure to tease you before turning it on to the highest setting and shoving it inside you.

“Ah!” You yelped at the sudden roughness. She chuckled as you yelped, using her other hand to keep your hips in place.

“What’s the matter, pet? Can’t handle a little toy?”

“I- I can-” You said, wanting to please her. She grabbed your hair pulling it up, forcing you to look at her. She smirked again.

“Prove it then, darling.” She started thrusting the toy in and out of you. You found it very difficult not to squirm to get away. You were someone who would get really sensitive after just one orgasm and she knew that. She knew how sensitive you were, which is why she kept the toy on high, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to handle it. She watched your face, taking in all your expressions and moans as you tried to keep yourself from coming again.

“What’s wrong? Don’t you want to cum again?” You wanted to but you knew it would only get worse from there. She knew exactly what you were thinking and it amused her.

“Come on, pet. Don’t hold back on me. I know you want to cum again. I can tell by how much you’re shaking.” You immediately let go, too tired to hold back anymore. She smirked as you finally came, a look of satisfaction on her face as she turned the toy off.

“There’s a good little slut. That’s the second one. How many more do you think you can handle?”

“N-no more-” She chuckled, moving her hand up to your face and cupping your chin.

“Oh pet, you’re not getting a choice. You’re going to take whatever I give you, whether you like it or not.” She picked you up and threw you in the bed, tying your hands to the headboard now. She started taking her clothes off to reveal her already hardened cock. You clenched your thighs together at the sight. She noticed you clenching your thighs together and chuckled.

“There’s no getting away from this pet,” she knelt on the bed in between your legs, roughly spreading them apart. You clenched your eyes tightly, trying to embrace yourself to take her. She’s never been gentle when she fucked you, not even when her cock was as big as it was but you liked it. It still didn’t make it any easier for you. She ran her hands over your body, appreciating the sight of you being all tied up and spread out for her. She then grabbed your chin, forcing you to look at her.

“Look at me while I’m fucking you. Understand?”

“Yes, mistress.” She smirked and gave your cheek a light slap before moving her hands to your hips, digging her nails into your skin. She then positioned herself at your entrance, teasing you a little bit before finally pushing inside with a deep groan.

“Uugh!” She bottomed out, a belly bulge forming as she did. She looked down at your belly, a satisfied smirk on her face as she placed her hand on the bulge, gently rubbing it with her thumb. She let out another groan, loving the feeling of you clenching around her.

“Gods, you feel so good, pet…” You tugged at the silk rope, wanting to touch her in anyway but it was useless. She chuckled at your attempts to get out of the restraints, clearly enjoying the sight of you all helpless and needy. She then grabbed your legs, putting them over her shoulders before starting to pound into you with a rough and fast pace.

“P-please! Slow d-down!” You cried out, tears welling up in your eyes.

“Why would I do that, pet?” She said in between groans, ignoring your pleas and continuing to thrust into you at a relentless pace. She wanted to ruin you, make you cry out for her and forget everything except her name. She was determined to get what she wanted.

Her cock kept hitting your g-spot, over and over again and soon you came on her cock for the third time of the night. She kept going, even after you came again. She was close to her own release but wanted to make you come undone once more before she did. She gripped your hips tightly, her thrusts getting even more sloppy as she chased her own orgasm.

“Tell your mistress how much you want her to cum inside you.” She commanded in between pants.

“I…I want-” you couldn’t get the words out with how fucked out you were.

“Come on, pet. Use your words. I know you can do it.” She gave a particularly hard thrust, trying to coax the words out of you.

“Haah! C-cum inside me m-mistress!” She let out a low growl at your words, her pace becoming erratic as she started to near her release. She leaned down and began leaving marks all over your neck and chest, claiming you as hers.

“Good girl. Good slut…” She came with a groan, fucking her load deep inside your guts, making sure not to waste a drop. She stayed buried inside you for a moment, riding out her orgasm before slowly pulling out. She looked down at your ruined form, admiring the way her cum was spilling out of you.

“You did so good, pet. Such a good little slut for me,” she started rubbing her cum all over your pussy lips, “But you still owe me one more,” she waved her hand once again and a toy you knew too well appeared in her hand.

“No! Please! No more!” It was another vibrator but this one was different. Every time Hela used it on you, you came hard almost immediately and you’d be sobbing by the end. She loved to see you cry which is why she would always save it for last.

“Aw, but you look so beautiful when you’re crying. Besides, I can tell that you’re still being stubborn. You need to be taught a lesson, my darling.” She grabbed your chin again, forcing you to look up at her. She turned the toy on, letting it hum loudly as she brought it to your pussy.

“No, no, no, no- AH!” As soon as the toy made contact with your clit, you could feel your orgasm building up. Hela chuckled at your reaction, loving how sensitive you were to the toy. She started rubbing it against your clit in tight circles, watching you squirm beneath her.

“That’s it. Just give in, pet. Give into the pleasure.”

“Mistress! Please no more!” You squirmed even more.

“You keep begging me to stop, but you know that it’s no use. I know you’re enjoying this, even if you won’t admit it,” she continued to rub the toy against your clit, enjoying the sight of you squirming and trying to get away from the overstimulation. You sobbed hysterically when your fifth orgasm finally washed over you. Your sight was blurred by your tears and you couldn’t feel your legs.

She smiled, satisfied with the result. She finally turned off the toy and set it aside, gently rubbing your thighs to try and calm you down a bit.

“You look so pretty when you cry, darling. All blissed out and ruined. So perfect for me.” She licked your tears away, humming at the salty taste. She then moved down your body, kissing and nipping at it until she reached your ruined pussy. You started to panic, thinking she was going to make you cum again until she shushed you.

“Relax, darling. I’m just cleaning you up,” she said before gently running her tongue through your folds, lapping up her cum that was leaking out of you. You whimpered pathetically every time her tongue made contact with your swollen clit. She chuckled against you, enjoying the sounds you were making. She continued to clean you up, being careful not to overstimulate you too much. Once she was done, she looked up at you, a smirk on her face.

“You taste so good, darling. I think I’m going to have to do this more often.”

“Was I good?” you asked in a small voice. She moved up and untied the rope, gently massaging your wrists to get some blood flowing through them again. She then laid down next to you, pulling you into her arms and nuzzling her face into your neck.

“You were perfect, my love. Too sweet.”

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[bl4nchetts-lvr]

Hello, can u please write Lydia Tar smut? I love the way u write, even if english is not your first language.

teacher's pet

lydia tar x fem!younger!reader (semi-SMUT)

summary: What will a student be willing to do for her teacher's approval?

PART 1

word count: TO BE ADDED

guide:

this font is lydia's words as thoughts in Y/N's head

this font is Y/N's thoughts

this font is just the dialogues!

"you are the worst";

"you will never get better";

"why do you even try? you are worthless";

"that's all you can do?"

this is what you have been hearing from lydia every lesson,every practice. you can't take it anymore. you are desperate for her validation.

she is your teacher,your conductor. she is the lydia tar. How could you dissapoint her so much?

"you are such a dissapointment."

you want her to praise you. you want to be the best,you hate seeing her praise other students who do better than you. you want to be as good as them,no,you want to be BETTER than them

"good girl"

you want her to call YOU a good girl. you want her to aknowledge your hard work..

19:37

the lesson had just ended,every student had left. You and her are alone in the hall.

she is fixing her hair which is up in a messy,loose ponytail. her shirt is slightly unbuttoned,tucked into her pants which where slightly baggy but still showed how small her waist was.

"what do you want now,y/n?" she asks with her raspy voice,perhaps from smoking so much,she looked at you with her pale blue eyes.

you couldn't talk,your throat went dry from anxiety. "Will she get mad? what if she will hate me even more now..?" you heard your thoughts.

"speak up." you heard her say.

you got closer to her,fidgeting with the end of your shirt. you took a deep breath,heart beating fast. "Why am i so nervous..?"

"I .." you bit your lip again. "i.. wanted to apologize for the .. the dissapointment that i've caused you." your voice broke. "i never wanted to be like this,i've been trying hard to please you and be the student you're proud of,miss Tar." your eyes were filling up with moist,she could see this and it made her chapped lips merge into a faint smirk.

"i will do everything to stay as your student,i will show you how .. how serious i take music,really,i will! i will do every-" you froze when you saw her get up and tower over you..she quite a tall woman,masculine appearance,no make up,her wrinlkles around her eyes make them even more alluring.

"Alright,alright .. i hear you." she looked down at you,pulling a strand of your hair behind your ear. "if you really want to show me how dedicated you are to music,how much you truly desire to be apart of my orchestra,how much you are willing to do to be my good little girl .. then i will let you."

her cold smirk got slightly more visible.

"i will see you at my apartment tonight,at 10PM. be on time and do not dissapoint me even more,got it?"

you couldn't say anything as your moist eyes dried up from shock and suddeness of this situation.

"my good little girl" is what echoed in your head. her good little girl..?

You will do everything for it,won't you?

all you could do is nod a little,while feeling her strong hands on your shoulders.

"i will do everything she desires. i will show you that i'm worth it." you thought,as your eyes filled up with determination.

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21:57

you got to her apartment and saw all its glory: very big,luxurious,lydia's photos and awards were on display. her office door was open and you could see her desk,a piano,some other instruments you couldnt really make out because the lights were off in the room.

you got called to her living room.

your heart was beating faster than before,you were determined to not dissapoint her. not anymore.

for about 30 minutes you two were talking,and while doing so you could feel her glance full of lust on yourself.

at the end,lydia put her hand on your thigh. Her eyes were eerily cold,like that one of a psychopath,you could see her slight smirk that was making you feel quite uncomfortable and worried.

"You said you would do everything for me to keep you in my team,no?" she said with her raspy voice. "i want you to prove it."

she pulled her hands from your thigh to your waist,pulling you down on her lap. her hand slid down under your dress,as she felt your cold yet soft skin.

her face got closer to your neck,her nose faintly touching it. her warm breath was one of the many things you could feel at that moment. then,you felt her chapped lips making a contact with your neck,kissing it.

your breath hatched as you felt her lips. your eyes widened a little,looking down at the floor while your hands were pressing into the back of the couch to keep yourself steady. your heart is beating incredibly fast,you're scared .. nervous .. excited.

Yes,this is what you had dreamt of.. every lesson when you got to sit close to this incredible,yet creepy woman,you felt her masculine perfume .. you had seen her veiny hands that you wished were wrapped around your neck,which,in fact,is happening right now.

her cold and rough left hand is on your neck as she bites down on it. she smirks again,feeling the fast pulse of her student's.

you couldn't remember anything after that,but you were already on her soft,luxurious king sized bed with lydia in front of you,laying right at your legs and holding them open .. her chapped lips are kissing your left inner thigh,her blue eyes piercing into you ..

her teeth teasingly bit into your plush thigh,then pulling back and sitting up. her hands pulled you closer to her and she looked down at your most vulnerable parts covered by thin fabric. she smirked again,satisfied with what was happening.

The older woman's overly veiny hands grabbed your panties,slowly pulling them down to reveal your most vulnerable part. her twisted smirk widened as she licked her lips a little and looked into your eyes.

"Can't wait for it,hm?" she said with a dark chuckle.

she was right,you couldn't wait for it. You wanted to be her favourite,you wanted her to praise you,to aknowledge your hard work and for her to finally fuck you.

"Show me what you are willing to do,Y/N."

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Part 1 is here <3

this little fic will have 2 parts and the 2nd one will be the smut. i promise,i'll post it soon! i'm sorry for being so inactive,i didn't feel like writting at all.

hope you liked it. Stay hydrated,eat well,take care of yourselves and i hope you all have a great day/night !!

[lokidbadguy]

Odin the alfather being a bad father (how bro could failed to be a good parent three times, bffr)

[ariascoven]

DO NOT INTERACT

minors and men.

zionist or supporter.

terf & lgbt-phobic in any way.

racist and / or ableist.

sexualizes minors, fictional or real.

ships real people.

johnny depp supporters.

I WON'T WRITE

male reader & men x reader.

g!p or anything related to penises.

fics for ships, only reader inserts.

pedophilia & incest.

non-con / rape.

bestiality & scat.

anal play.

real person fiction.

any request that makes me uncomfortable.

WILLING TO WRITE

female & gn reader.

smut, fluff & angst.

age gap, as long as reader is at least 18.

both bottom!reader and top!reader.

au’s (college au, vampire au, etc).

mommy / daddy kink.

degrading & praising kink.

breeding kink.

CHARACTERS I CAN WRITE FOR

agatha harkness / agnes o'connor.

alice wu-gulliver.

any (adult) lizzy caplan character.

ava coleman.

eve fletcher.

hela odinsdottir.

joyce byers.

lilia calderu.

loki laufeyson (nsfw only in fem. form)

peggy carter.

robin buckley.

valkyrie / brunhilde.

vanessa shelly.

[sapphicforsarahh]

day 12 - humiliation

dom!hela odinsdottir x sub!reader

“Kneel.”

Her demanding tone left no room for doubt.

You dropped to your knees infront of her and let your sword drop out of your hand and clatter on the ground.

“You’re clever, obeying your Godess aren’t you?” Hela stands from her throne, and walks over to your kneeling position.

“You didn’t really put up much of a fight did you? You knew you were too weak. You stood no chance against me,” Hela bent down to whisper in your ear.

You nod in defeat, feeling nothing but total humiliation.

She darkly chuckled before backing up. You drop your head down to look at the floor, unable to look at her. But her boot lifts your chin up to make sure she can see you.

“Don’t look away now,” she smiled. You nod and comply, scared of what she could do to you. Her foot moves off your chin and you let out a sigh of relief.

However, Hela walked behind you and placed her foot on your back, forcing you down so that your face was flat on the ground. Her boot moved to your head where she forced it down further.

“You’re pathetic.”

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[anukulee]

All I Ever Wanted

Requested by; Skymoonandstardust (Tumblr).

NOTE: This couple's meeting and similar to His Maiden In A Tree, through some details have been changed. Keep this in mind while reading this.

Atop a throne Loki Laufeyson (formally Odinson) sat, his eyes drifting lower then him ever so often to face his subjects, a dream that he had held ever since he was a little boy. Yet rather then rival in such a feeling, Loki was dishearted, as finally the desire he had held for so long had finally been fufilled. Why is that, was a question that would often occupy his mind, invading his thoughts at the worst of times, times where Loki was supposed to be preoccupied in doing his needed kingly duties, such as listening. Rather then drifting in and out of conscious, only picking up what was needed. Loki's finger wondering to the top of his forehead, leaning towards his side, almost as if he was in deep thought over the issue, when truly his mind was else where. 

Through the subject below seemed to take no notice of Loki's lack of attention as he continued to patter on with whatever issue that concerned him. As this non-sensensical rambling continued on, until something pulled Loki out, yet rather then it be the man kneeling in front of Loki it was someone else. "I believe we will be able to assist you, good sir, won't we brother," the person spoke, his voice as booming as one might expect of the man behind it. This voice belonged to Loki's adoptive older brother Thor, a title that he had been forced to acknowledge if he wished to remain as king over his sister Hela. 

If not for the years of pratice that Loki had as a the silver tongue, he would've stuttered at the abrupt shift of the conversation. Especially one that he had been paying little to no attention to. Yet the words came flowing out of Loki as naturally as one might expect, living up to the reputation of silver tongue. "Yes, I believe we can, brother. Now if that is all you require perhaps Hela may see you out?" Loki refering to Hela Friggadottir, their adoptive sister currently positioned at the edge of the throne room, dawning her usual black attire, eyes boring into his, not buying a word that slipped out of Loki's tongue.

"We shall see brother, that is if this man can make it out," Hela noted, a small grin appearing on her face, one that very much mirrored her adopted little brother. While normally Loki might've take amusement in Hela's remark, his mind still remainded on other things, having no remark to Hela murderious comment.

"Now sister you jest right," Thor said speaking in Loki's place, lifting up his hand up in a stop position.

"And if I weren't how would you suggest in stopping me baby brother?"

"I have done it before sister, don't think I can't do it again."

"Yes, but you had the help of our dear brother, whose mind seems to be else where."

Upon hearing this comment, Loki seemed to snap back into place at least long enough to form a response. "I beg your pardon?"

"You heard me."

"You mistaken me, dear sister my mind is entirely on matters here."

"So you claim brother."

"You dare speak against your king," Loki asked, his eyebrows tilting upward. It was at this moment that the subject seemed to take to leaving without Hela's guidence likely knowing better then to get involved in the matters of the gods, especially the ones of the former Odin children.

"Yes, if your mind is elsewhere I shall speak up. After all I didn't give up my quest just to serve an absent minded king, if I wanted that I could've done it with dear old father."

"Are you sure you would like to continue speaking dear sister," Loki asked, as with simple glow of his seidr, in Loki's hand materialized a dagger, one that he was prepared to aim towards his sister if need be.

"You wish to aim a dagger at me, Odin's rightful born? Dear brother I believe you must be mistaken, if you think this shall end well. Remember I am the goddess of death."

"And I am the god of mischief, I have died so many times I have long lost count."

Sensing the tension between his two sibling, Thor took this chance to place himself in front of the two stubborn beings. "While I enjoy your banter dear siblings, I believe we have other matters to attend to."

"Such as what," Loki and Hela asked in harmony, something that resulted in a mutual glare towards the other. 

"I believe we have another subject to attend to."

"We do," Loki and Hela asked once again in harmony.

"Yes, and I can't call her in if you too are squabbling."

"Big words from your mouth brother, it's unusual," Loki remarked, the remark meant more towards teasing then the deggration one might think.

"I do learn things from you, brother," Thor remarked with a smile, which recieved the smallest smile from Loki's lips/

"I suppose we can continue this disucssion later sister."

"Giving up so easily little brother," Hela asked, her tone as teasing as one expect of a big sister.

"Never, but I believe our brother is right, we have other matters to deal with."

"Fine, but just this once."

"Indeed," Loki said, before motioning his hand towards the door. "Now open up, and bring our next person."

"I shall do it brother," Thor volunteered.

"You don't trust me do you brother," Hela asked, putting her hands towards her heart in mock concern.

"I do, sister, but I believe our brother would like to see this one," Thor said, as a smile began to peek under his features, and before Loki could ask what he might, he saw her. Upon seeing her everything seemed to stop.

"I see, perhaps we should our dear brother alone for this matter," Hela hinted, as a smile began to peek on her own features. Loki far too busy in other things to pay attention to the looks that was crossing his older siblings faces, as soon the two took their leave, as Loki was left alone with her…

Her head adored by a bright blue hood, her almost red auburn hair parted on both sides, flowing to the tops of her purple dress, blue eyes lingering up to face Loki's own green ones. "Is this the right time? I could always come back another that if that is what you wish," she asked, her voice far more nervous then what Loki would wish especially coming from her. Yet how he loved hearing she spoke, her voice just as angelic as he remembered.

This being the very thing that seemed to make Loki speak, his gaze no longer lingering merely on her. "Non-sense my dear you are always welcomed. Now come forth my siblings are no longer here so feel free to come closer. I promise I shall not bite."

"Are you sure for I have heard tales of you?"

"And do you believe them?"

"Perhaps, who am I too question your actions," she asked, a the smallest of smile began to peak from her lips.

At that moment all Loki thought was, there is my queen. A thought that wasn't uncommon especially in regards to her. A comment that he didn't hesist to voice. "For someone as shy as you, one might expect the comment that come out of your mouth."

"Perhaps, but it has kept me from the marriage market until now."

"Until now," Loki asked, his brows starting to furrow.

"Yes, it seems people think I am long past the age to marry."

"Marry," Loki asked, almost stuttering almost as if something was caught in his throat.

"Yes, unless you have a problem with that?"

At that moment so many thoughts began to run through Loki's mind. Her marry? She can't be of age not yet? Can she? I believe she is around Sif's age. Sif has yet to marry so why should she? If she is then who might marry her? Perhaps a noble man or if she is unfortunate she might marry Thor or worse. Why does her marrying someone make me feel like this? If she does marry Thor, why couldn't she marry me, Loki questioned, and with that very question did the pieces begin to fit into place. 

This feeling in his heart almost as if he was jealous, when he should be delighted by the thought of her finding someone. The sense of something lacking whenever she wasn't in his presense. His forever lingering gaze whenever she is around as he was reminded of something from so long ago.

The moment of her finding him in that tree of there, one that stood there despite the test of time, despite everything that had happened. The moment she called out from the tree, choosing to talk to him, not knowing his position. Their friendly bickering despite her shy nature. The way she continued to stand beside him despite all the mischief he caused, even after finding out who he was was. Something that was confirmed all those years later when she had blurted it out. Moments that Loki found himself longing for now as he sat upon the throne almost frozen. Wondering just why he was longing for those days, and why wasn't he happy? Why do I feel so empty without her around, he wondered. 

As if a light bulb finally went off in his mind everything became clear, he loved her. This being the reason why the very next words came out of his mouth. "Then why don't you marry me?"

At this the one Loki's now saw as his queen frozen, Loki's hands now on his mouth just a little too late now. "Marry you?"

"Yes," Loki uttered, his silver tongue forever gone, with that.

"Me marry you?"

"Does the thought digust you? Marrying a monster?"

"You are no monster."

"Then why do you stutter?"

"It's unexpected."

"Is it truly, we have known each other since we were children playing in that tree of ours?"

"Yes, I suppose we have?"

"So what will it be?"

"Are you even ready for this, or is this because you think I might be taken by another," Loki's queen asked, now taking steps to grow closer to the throne. As Loki made his way down slowly, his steps echoing across the room taking her hands into his ever so gently.

"My dear, I have everything I have ever desired since I was a child, despite this all day I have felt as if something was missing. Yet the moment you came in it was as if something felt more full."

"It did."

"Yes, and I can't express how much it hurt, when I thought you going to another and even my brother. It was then I thought how much I love us, especially out shared soft bickering."

"Is that all," Loki's queen asked, her eyes blicking far to flirtlessly almost as if she knew the spell she had cast upon him.

"Not even close, perhaps I shall say how much I love how one moment you might be shy, yet the next saying the last thing one might expect. Or perhaps the way your auburn hair glows in the light, the deepness of your ocean eyes, or even the way your hair falls just below your breasts."

"Paying attention to my breasts much?"

"You are going off track, what I am trying to say is that I wouldn't mind getting to know more of you."

"More of me?"

"Perhaps the way your face might become after a night of pleasure, or what the Midgardians call bed head. The way you would laugh beside me every day just as we did underneath our tree. The way you would listen and make comments alongside me in that sly way of yours. Or just for you to be mine."

"Are you proposing to me?"

"Perhaps, honestly I am not too sure, all I know is that I don't want to give you up, and wish for more. That you are all I ever wanted."

"I see."

"So what do you say?"

"I suppose we could try this, if I am all you ever wanted."

"So will you take me to be your king?"

"As long as I am your queen."

"You have always been my queen even when we were beneath our tree. So how about it," Loki offered, his hand now offering towards his queen's.

"I say lead the way my king," Loki's queen said, taking Loki's hand into hers, as the two began their journey, as finally, Loki would have everything he would ever want, all with his queen by his side.

[divine-knight-hand]

Me: I will not start writing a new series just because I saw a cool mafia AU fan art! I didn’t even finish the one series I have. Managing writing two is going to be a huge commitment that I’m just not ready for.

Link to original art: https://twitter.com/__ico/status/995310986818043905

Also me: *Sighs and starts setting up a storyboard* No promises I’ll actually write this, anyways…

[pleasetakethis]

Desideratum

Written for the 2023 Holy Fuck Exchange. These ladies were fun!

Pairing: Hela/Sylvie Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2.7k Tags: Weapon Fucking, Horn kink, Grinding, Biting, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Rough Sex, Mildly Dubious Consent Summary: With the TVA getting closer and closer, Sylvie made a distracted mistake when she selected the next apocalypse and ended up face-to-face with Hela Odinsdottir during Ragnarok.

Sylvie refused to kneel. Hela compromised.

Read @ AO3

[fanficaddictionisreal]

In the world of swiping left, right, super likes and pick-up lines, finding a love match is hard. But how hard is it to find a lover for your loved one?

On the quest to mend her sister’s broken heart, Sylvie Lushton takes to Tinder to find Jane a date. Or dates. (Or at least someone good enough for one night, right?) After those first few lines, professional boxer Thor turns out to be the perfect candidate…

Loki Odinson is in charge of his brother Thor’s Tinder account when the two match. Desperate to win a bet, he’s determined to get Jane to agree to a date with Thor. One flirty line leads to another and as they slowly open up, Sylvie and Loki are starting to like – what they think – is the wrong person.

But when good intentions, cheeky bets and playful banter start having real-life consequences, decisions will need to be made. Will the two key players in this comedy of errors ever realise they’ve been falling for each other all along? And even if they do, are they brave enough to do anything about it?

OR

A two POV rom-com with quirky Sylvie, brooding Loki, overbearing family members, and soft, tender, loyal love in all shapes and forms.

E rating for explicit language and scenes xx

This story is absolutely beautiful <3 It deserves the title of MUST READ 💕💕

[our-blood-is-our-ink]

Oh what could I ever possibly have up my sleeve for reblogging this today? 🤭🤭🤭

Careful Creatures

Ship(s): Hela x Agatha, Agatha x Wanda, Wanda x Hela, Hela x Agatha x Wanda

Summary: Three powerful beings broken down back to the start somehow find themselves brought together as they relearn themselves and each other

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings: angst, descriptions of being burnt, mild gore, sexual assault/non-con/rape, abuse of alcohol/alcoholism/addiction, amnesia, domestic violence, implied use of roofing drugs

Disclaimer: 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

A/N: Please READ THE WARNINGS before proceeding. If this were on AO3 it would be rate E for explicit material later on in the series, and M for mature material for the heavy content this story deals in

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Chapter One

She falls in a blaze.

Green and gold and black, streaking through the heavens and flames, like some dying star in need of a desperate wish of its own.

Her skin burns and blisters and blackens, smoke filling her lungs, choking off the last vestiges of air they held.

In space, no one hears you scream.

In space, no one sees the last of a once beautiful and powerful empire crumple to nothing but debris and dust, exploding violently outwards as Ragnarok rages its final breath.

Her cheeks become adorn with the cleansing water of her own tears as she mourns, the prophecy she had been bound to at last releasing its shackles on her.

In space, no one sees her cry.

She tumbles through the darkness, with no force to counteract against her initial velocity, and she hurls through the celestial skies.

Eventually, even her godly body cannot handle the vast emptiness of space.

Her eyes slip shut, her breathing slows, and as she falls and falls and falls, she slumbers.

—»•«—

Agnes stumbles up the stairs, her feet tripping over one another as the world seems to spin.

“That you?” Her husband’s voice calls from their bedroom.

Agnes opens her mouth, the words yes, dear on the tip of her tongue, when she suddenly bolts for the bathroom.

As she's heaving her insides out, Ralph’s large hand painfully yanks her hair in a bunch away from her face.

“Get it all out now, I don't want you soiling the bed.” He snaps, impatient.

Agnes shivers as she retches. It was more than the ever-oppressing feeling that something wasn’t right that drove her to stay out drinking until the bars closed.

Eventually, she has nothing left in her stomach to vomit up, and she half collapses against the cool porcelain.

Her relief is short-lived, but she doesn't fight as Ralph manhandles her.

He is her husband. When she married him, she committed herself before the eyes of God that she would be a faithful wife.

Ralph doesn't like it when she's vocal, so she bites her tongue and lets herself get lost in the dizziness her mind is experiencing and doesn't make a noise of protest or pain as he shoves her to the floor and pulls down her pants.

This is her test to bear, for making her mistakes.

You don't deserve this.

—»•«—

Wanda awakens in a cave.

It's not the oddest place she's ever woken up, though how she's so sure of that, she can't really say.

It must be a gut feeling, she decides, as she tries to think.

She knows her name, that's good.

Her age–

She's… Twenty-six? Thirty-two? She can't recall.

That's… Not normal, right?

She places a hand on a rough wall, trying to steady herself as she walks on shaky legs.

Her name is Wanda… Wanda something. Something… Off? Romanoff? No, that's not right. Romanoff was…

Wanda grits her teeth.

She knows enough that her last name isn't Romanoff, but can't remember whose last name is.

That's extremely frustrating.

Wanda stumbles along the cave, trying to find the way out, and wishes Pietro were here.

Pietro. Her brother. Her twin brother. Her brother who–

A stream of bullets hits through her chest, and she collapses to her knees, screaming her pain.

Wanda violently shakes her head, clutching it.

“Get it together, Maximoff.” She reprimands herself, before realizing what she's said.

Maximoff.

Her name is Wanda Maximoff.

That's good. It means she isn't totally amnesic.

She goes over what she knows as she begins to feel a soft breeze against her face.

Her name is Wanda Maximoff. She had a twin brother, Pietro Maximoff, who died by being gunned down. She doesn't know exactly how old she is, but she's somewhere in her late twenties, early thirties. Her parents… She doesn't remember her parents. Possibly dead, almost certainly impossible to find or reach if they aren't. She knows– knew? Knew someone with the surname Romanoff. Someone who… She stole a jacket from? Why was she remembering this and not useful information, like how did she get here? And where is here? And are there people who will be looking for her?

Dread pools in her belly.

People looking for her feels like an ominous statement.

She misses… She misses someone. Someone special. A lover, perhaps? A spouse? A… Child? She’s old enough to have had at least one.

Wanda isn't sure.

Light begins to hurt her eyes.

She's made it to the exit of the cave!

She hobbles, running as best she can, eager, bursting out into open air and freedom and–

Oh.

Oh no.

—»•«—

She burns again, still streaking green and gold and black, but this time, through the atmosphere of a planet.

When she lands, she craters the forest floor and doesn't move.

—»•«—

“Day drinking, Agnes?” Dottie clicks her tongue from behind the brown-haired woman. “I keep telling you we have a decent AA here.”

Agnes does her best to laugh off the comment.

“Oh, you know dear, it's five o’clock somewhere!”

Dottie slides into the seat across from her.

“Look. Your neighbors, I don't know if you know them, the Johnsons, they well… Mrs. Johnson said that late one night when she was just finishing putting the baby back down after a late night bottle feed, that she saw your bedroom window was open–”

“I'm sure whatever she saw she mistaken, Dot.” Agnes smiles as charmingly as she can. “You know how those late nights are with a newborn!”

“She said that Ralph was choking you, Agnes.”

Agnes’s smile slides off her face.

“If my husband,” she stresses, “had been choking me, I would have bruises.”

Dottie’s eyes flick to Agnes’s neck, which is both bare of discoloration, and the tell-tale texture of makeup.

Agnes swings back some of the brunch mimosa in her hand, closing her eyes briefly to gain strength from it.

“Ralph is a wonderful husband. He would never hurt me.” Agnes lies through her teeth. “Is that all why you decided to pay me a social visit during some of my “me” time?”

Dottie shifts, clearly uncomfortable.

“Agnes…” She trails, trying to find the words. “If you ever did need help, Eastwood– I mean, Westview is here for you.”

Agnes turns her smile all the way up to its brightest wattage. “Will keep that in mind, toots! Thanks for stopping by brunch to talk with this ol’ gal!”

Dottie hesitates before she stands and leaves.

Agnes's wildly beating heart doesn't slow until her fifth post-Dottie mimosa has been downed.

The truth is, Ralph does have a habit of choking her… But the bruises always fade by the next afternoon, rapidly going through the stages of healing broken blood vessels startling fast.

Agnes can't recall ever having healed that way before.

No, healing meant fire and death, healing meant agony for days and weeks because she was only ever meant to hurt, not heal.

Agnes shakes her head as if trying to dislodge the sudden pressure she feels.

That's something she has noticed.

Thinking about her past causes her awful headaches and terrible migraines.

It's best to keep to the present.

Agnes smiles at the hostess as she leaves the venue, not worried about paying.

The people of Westview took care of one another.

She doesn't notice the woman with the dark hair and piercing blue eyes who stands up and leaves after her.

—»•«—

It's been two days since Wanda had started off down the rest of what looked like an intimidating mountain, headed towards what looks to be a promising sign of life in the vibrancy of green trees.

Hopefully, there will be water somewhere there.

Wanda knows she has only twenty-four more hours until her body gives out from lack of hydration.

Her heart skips a beat, and the hairs on the back of her neck rise.

Hydration.

Hydra.

Hydra was… Bad.

Hydra is bad.

The word gives her a bad feeling.

She keeps on, not even pausing as the tremors grow stronger from the mountain.

The ruins that lay in pieces everywhere, even so far down from the top where it once resided, make Wanda feel awful enough that she had nearly vomited the first time stepping out into the world and seeing it.

She avoids touching any part of it as best she is able.

She can hear rocks sliding somewhere to her left.

Distant.

Her shoulders drop an inch.

She isn't in direct danger. Not yet.

—»•«—

Ralph’s at the bar.

Ralph’s at the bar and he has all his friends there and she didn't know that the bartender used to date him and–

Agnes is vocal as rough hands grasp at her, groping and tugging and searching as their owners laugh.

“Here, dear.” Ralph’s voice is cold. Mocking. “I know how much you like your alcohol. Drink up.”

She doesn't have a choice, surrounded, as he passes her a cup.

Within moments of finishing it, she knows.

There's more laughter.

“So kind of that Maximoff bitch to leave you a wife.” Someone comments.

“To Ralph, and his whore!” Someone else shouts, to resounding cheers.

Agnes wants to scream for help, but the room is spinning and her limbs won't obey her instructions and her mouth feels too heavy to move and then–

—»•«—

No.

—»•«—

The ground slopes slightly, and grass turns to dirt as Wanda follows the stream she found.

Deeper and deeper it slopes, until she's been walking for at least half an hour, and then she sees a mess of blood and green.

—»•«—

The door bursts open, crashing loudly, just as her hands find their way around the nearest man’s throat, a knee jerked violently up between his legs.

The room freezes. She smirks, throws her head back, and cackles.

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[inklore]

serpents touch.

premise: you displease your queen and she’s more than happy to let it be known that this will not do. that you are hers and hers alone.

pairing: hela odinsdottir x (f)reader

warnings: monsterish fucking, snakes mentioned and used in a sexual manner / as a toy but not real snakes just snake like lmao, foreplay, fingering?? in a way??, dom / sub behavior, slight sadism and masochism, teasing, powerish play and mentions of ownership. reminder: you are in control of your reading consumption so if you don’t vibe with any of the above please do not go on. 18+ only.

word count: 2k

etc: this is uhhh kinda a funny story, since i’m horribly afraid of snakes, but literally screamed when i got this oddly hot idea and had to write it lmao.

♱ kinktober 02.

“Oh, tell me you’re not scared, sweet girl.” You can hear the sadistic humor in her tone, see the smirk that accompanies the cruel depravity she’s getting from you. “I thought you liked this? Thought you were a good girl.” She mocks, teases, as she moves a strand of your hair from your sweat coated forehead. Her front pressed to your side, her form towering over you as she has you pressed into the stone wall.

Usually she would have you in her corders, tied up, on display for her to do what she pleases with, and to, you. The throne room was her second favorite place to play with you. Have you on your knees before her as she sat atop her awarded throne; no thanks to the blood and death that presented itself to her for its taking.

Her hands would be in your hair, her sharp nails digging into your scalp as she spread her legs, one over the arm of the throne. Your eyes straining as you looked up to her, your ruler, your Queen. She didn’t need to instruct you on what to do next, what she wanted from you, expected from you. You knew what to do, were all to willing to give it to her. Your jaw aching in anticipation, a burning low beneath your layers making your knees wobble, a heartbeat pumping faster than the one in your chest.

But tonight was different. No, tonight there was no pleasing smile on her lips to share pleasure with you. She wasn’t in a giving mood, a pleasant one. Her tone was filled with anger and malice.

You didn’t think a powerful woman such as her would let a silly emotion plague her, to let it fester into a wound of anger and malice that didn’t need to be there. That made no sense of a woman of power such as hers. A woman who would bring down an entire army herself.

But here she was, her eyes filled with dark passion while her body vibrated with that same festering wound of jealousy. The earlier events of seeing you engaging with one of her many henchmen. A helpless act done with wine coated smiles and bashful glances and flirtatious laughs. It all meaning nothing to you. It had been nothing. Was nothing. The two of you knew you were hers, down to your very bones and blood. You were hers and her your ever giving Queen who made a place for you in her tar coated heart.

Thus why when she pushed you up against the stone wall, her fingers around the column of your neck, her nails digging in slightly; the twitch in her fingers letting you know she was holding back just so. The look of heated jealousy on her face shockingly sending a spike of arousal to your core. Almost making you want to smirk, but biting your lip in replacement of an action that would have your ass raw and throat hoarse later.

“Hela,” You say on a whimper, her name more of a breathy whisper on your lips. You open your mouth wider to speak, but she cuts you off before you can dredge up an explanation, an excuse.

“Oh, my pretty girl.” She smirks, “you weren’t declaring my name when you were all giggles and smiles, talking to this filth.” You feel one of her legs shift as she kicks the lifeless body that’s mere inches in front of you. Hela looks to the—once henchman—and scowls down at him. “No, you probably weren’t even thinking about me. Your Queen.” Her nails dig into the flesh of your collar bone making you hiss, your hips moving against the air of their own accord. “My name wasn’t anywhere in that pretty little head of yours. You were too busy thinking about him, were you not?” You shake your head and she laughs lowly, her eyes skating across your face at the remorseful look on your features, bringing her a sadistic type of pleasure. “Don’t deny it, love. It’s okay, if I don’t please you enough anymore just say that. I will gladly let you go and give your needy cunt to one of these men.”

Her mouth is now inches from your face, her hot breath hitting your cheek, your body trembling. You want to turn your head, kiss her, beg for forgiveness with your mouth and tongue. But her other hand is in your hair holding you in place, making sure you see what you’ve made her do. What she’s done for you. The blood that coats the floor, that’s dangerously close to staining your toes.

“I don’t—I wasn’t.” You stammer, try to shake your head but her grip is too tight and it only makes her pull at the roots. Making a hiss hit the back of your throat, a low moan dying behind it.

“Really?” She’s smiling now, menacingly. The supposed-to-be-happy emotion making your stomach flutter. A smile you’ve seen many times; tasted many times, sat on many times. “Why is that? Do you not think those men could give you what your cunt needs? Don’t you think they could please it better than I, keep you coming until you beg them to stop? Let you taste yourself on their tongue afterwards, fucking you with their fingers while you devour the taste from their very mouths.” You can feel the tip of her tongue run along your cheek slowly, teasingly as she speaks. “Don’t you think they would take care of you like I?”

You shake your head more aggressively this time, shrieking in pain at the burn of your skull, your scalp on fire from her claws. Your body trembling at the heat of her at your side, her words, her mouth, barley, on your skin. “No.” You cry out, “they wouldn’t—please Hela—I,”

“You what, pretty girl?” Her breath burns your cheek, “You disagree?” She hums, grips your hair tighter as she turns your face to hers, her lips inches from your open mouth. The need to move forward an inch, knowing it’ll feel like she’s ripping your hair out, a mute point to you, if only you could finally touch her. “I think, my pretty girl needs to be reminded that I am the only one who can bring her such pleasure.” Her grip in your hair lets loose, her fingers running through your strands, in a soothing way. She smirks, “Don’t you think?”

Words die in the back of your throat, you mean to nod your head in obedience, in an agreeing pleasure as your thighs press together in an depraved anticipation. But when you hear the familiar noise of the spikes of her crown shifting, changing, you don’t have to look up to know that the black points—sharp enough to kill a man—are now thick tendrils that slither down her back, across her neck, over her shoulders. The sound of their slow movement across her louder than your heavy breathing. Not having to look to know where they are going, to know what’s going to happen next. Hela’s eyes burning into yours, daring you to look, to say something, to move.

But your skin aches in anticipation, shivers from the warmth you know the headless tendrils are about to bring you.

A moan falls flat on your lips as you feel the thick warmth press to your core, your lack of undergarments making Hela hum approvingly. The heat radiating of your soaking cunt nothing compared to the hot—now appendage—running between your folds. The wet noise that fills the room making your cheeks burn with the knowledge that anyone in a mile radius could hear it.

Could hear the way strings of heavy moans come from your mouth, your body arching off of the wall as you feel one of the other appendages wraps around one of your breasts in a tight hold, the other finding a home on the column of your neck adding the right bit of pressure to keep you breathing, but just enough to have you squirming.

“Ahh!” Your throat is burning, raw, aching at the cry you let out as you feel the appendage between your folds enter you. Stretching your tight hole to a burning, almost too much, too full, state. Your nails digging into the stone wall behind you, trying to grip onto something but getting nothing. Your legs begin to shake when the slithering tendril starts to move, to fuck up into you. “Hela,” Your moans are hoarse and weak and needy. Your breath barley there, barley caught.

“What, pretty girl?” Her menacing smile hasn’t left her beautiful lips. Her demeanor has barley changed, only you can tell the burning passion in her eyes, the way they flash from yours to your mouth when you moan, her chest heaving slightly against the skin of your arm. “Is this not what you wanted? A reminder of how good I can make you feel, how I can please that cunt better than any cock.”

“It’s too much.” You whimper, the back of your skull resting on the stone wall as you clench your eyes, the appendage moving deeper and deeper, hitting a barer you anticipate the pain you’ll feel if it crosses.

Hela’s laugh is sadistic and makes you sob, “I know you can take it.” You feel her lips above the tendril on your neck, feel the warmth of her lips on your skin making you shake, moan. The feel of her almost sending you over. “But, I can help you. In the name of showing you you’re mine.” Her mouth continues to leave chaste kisses along your column, the claws of her fingers running down the arm of your skin, across your clothes, pushing up your dress even more, pressing on your throbbing clit.

“Fuck,” You look to her with weak doe eyes, tears brimming, pleasure and pain hooding them. “Please—Hela,” You beg, moan, plead, try to reach for her lips with yours but the appendage at your throat stops you and she smirks with pity and pleasure.

“Tell me, who do you belong to?” Her tone going back to that bite of menace, anger. The pressure on your clit as she rubs fast circles on the swollen nub. The appendage filling you moving faster in time to her fingers, never passing that barer, never filling you deeper, your mind going hazy at the want for it to do so. Your body craving to feel more pain, more fuel added to the fire your skin and insides were burning with.

Hela was the only one who could make you feel the pleasure pain could bring. The want for the pain to send you over the edge. The love in the pain and malice she could bring you.

“Tell me you’re mine and I’ll let you come, pretty girl.”

“Ahh,” Moans are the only thing coming from your lungs, the only coherent thing you can suffice. Your mouth dry, your throat aching, your body trembling, your legs weak. Your entire body needing to be pulled over that cliff of pleasure. Of euphoric bliss. To have your Queen make you come. “I’m yours—I belong to you, Hela, my queen.” You sound pitiful, begging. Pathetic.

And she loves it. Eats it up. Smirks. Smiles, hums in a small moan of her own. “Good girl,” she whispers against your lips before she, finally, presses her mouth to yours. One of your hands reaching out to grip her side to ground you as your orgasm hits you like a ton of bricks on your chest, your cunt feeling as if it’s being torn in two by pleasure, pressure, pain. A scream being swallowed down by Hela’s hungry mouth and rough kisses. Your mind flashing white. Only seeing her. Only feeling her. Her pleasure, her pain. Your body going completely limp.

When she removes her mouth from yours, you can barley breathe. Your chest heaving fast, you hold onto her for leverage. Her smile is sweet now, almost sickening. Your legs shake when you feel the hot tendrils start to retract from your body. The burn from the one leaving your sopping cunt making you hiss.

And when your eyes move up her crown is back, intact, as if it didn’t just turn into something, a creature, snake like tendrils that made a delicious pleasure rock through you.

“You’ll always be mine, sweet girl.” Hela presses a chaste kiss to your open mouth. Her sweet smile turning back to its sadistic one you found so much pleasure in, a shiver running through your marrow. The ownership, rulership, gripping death hold she had on you making a weak smile come across your tired lips.

[spookiekewchie]

⛓kinktober 2021- pet play/degradation⛓

—power and control. i'm gonna make you fall...

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

Characters: Hela Odinsdottir x woc!reader

Summary: Just keep her happy, it's better when you keep her happy.

Word Count: 1.8k+

Warnings: DARK FIC! READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. general language warning, dubcon, mentions of conditioning, Hela is queen, mean!Hela (is she never not mean?), collar and leash, pet play, tail plug, degradation, slapping, fingering, anal play, begging, exhibitionism, squirting, mention of boot riding at the end, dehuminization (hela refers to the reader as it once), pet names (hela refers to the reader as little fox, and vixen)

A/N: DAY TWENTY THREE OF KINKTOBER! It's still the 23rd here, so it still counts, lmao posting this right on the line but I did it LMAO. THIS IS A DARK FIC PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION. All mistakes and errors are my own. I gave it a look over but knowing me I probably missed a few things. The divider is by @firefly-graphics

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Curled up next to the queen’s throne, you doze off into a sleepless dream. You’re grateful for that. When you dream you’re reminded of a time when you were free to run wild and do what you wanted. Your life had been chaotic, but it had been your life. Now your life belongs to the goddess of death, and it’s been so long that you don’t want to remember what you had before. All you want is to keep your mistress happy, because when she’s happy she’s not so bad. Sometimes she’s even kind, and treats you like her most prized possession. And that’s exactly what you are to Hela. A possession, a toy for her to play with, a fragile human pet for her to dote on or punish depending on her mood.

She keeps you like a pet, collared and leashed, bare except for the fluffy fox ears and the matching plug that’s nestled in your ass. “What’s the point of clothes on a pet?” She had said when you were reluctant to give yours up at the start of all this. That was the moment you knew that your free will was a thing of the past.

Now you’re adjusted to the new reality, and you don’t complain. You have it better than others, the proof of it is just outside the palace walls where the bodies are piled up like a monument to your goddess.

“Wake up little fox.” A voice calls to you, and you feel a sharp tug on the leash to yank your head up from where it's resting. You whine in tired confusion, blinking up at Asgard’s queen. Hela merely feigns a pout down at you, as if she’s sorry that she’s distrubed her pet’s rest. You know she isn’t, especially when she gives another hard yank on the leash that draws you up onto your knees so she can give you cheek a sharp slap. It shocks you to full alertness, and she gives a cruel smile at the way your bottom lip wobbles slightly. “There you are, my sweet little vixen.” She pats her thigh, indicating that she wants you up on her lap and you silently comply. You know better than to speak without permission, yet another thing Hela has taken from you. You speak on command, like the well trained animal she treats you as because to Hela humans are just that. You just happen to be her favorite.

Settled on thigh you dare a glance up at her, quickly averting your gaze when you see her watching you. There’s a roll of rich laughter from her as she appreciates how well you remember your manners and follow her rules. Don’t speak without permission. Don’t make eye contact without permission. Don’t deny your queen anything. No clothes unless told otherwise. And always be ready for her no matter where or when.

As if to test the last one, two slender digits sneak between your thighs. You let them part for her while keeping your balance perched in her lap, and you ignore the fact that there are others in the throne room. The shame still lingers, and it only makes you slicker and more aroused when Hela deigns to use you in front of others. You hate it, but you also don’t, most importantly you know that what you feel doesn’t matter. It’s better to just let her have her way, and enjoy the pleasure that she makes you feel. So you swallow back a whine when you feel her fingers against your slick sex, squirming slightly when she applies a little bit of pressure against your clit. Hela hums in approval, fingers sliding to your entrance and pressing into you slowly to drag out the moment as she watches you try to not lose yourself immediately to her touch.

“Good.” She praises, and you can’t help but preen at her praise just like she’s conditioned you to. “Now keep yourself quiet while I attend to matters.” Hela says with a smirk, fingers curling expertly and slowly pumping in and out of you. She knows what she’s doing, and it’s a struggle for you to swallow down every sound that wants to desperately make itself heard as she toys with your body. You try to focus on the voices of the people that step up to have Hela address their concerns. The goddess dismisses them one by one with a variety of solutions, denials, or approvals. All the while her fingers remain inside you, stroking at your sensitive walls with a maddeningly slow teasing pace. You can feel how desperately your body wants more, but you know better than to be greedy or rush her so you force yourself to remain silent and keep your movement to a minimum even though you can feel the way your arousal is dripping over her fingers.

You nearly break when you feel her other hand under you as she takes hold of the base of the metal plug that keeps the fluffy fox tail in place. Hela tugs and pushes at it, smirking when your eyes roll back and you nearly let out a gasp. Your back arches slightly, and the sounds of dignitaries, and commoners drowns out and all you can focus on is the feeling of Hela’s fingers teasing you and the others playing with the plug. You don’t know how long it goes on for before you feel her slapping at your cheek again to draw your attention. “You silly little fox, you weren’t even listening to me were?” She chastises, and you shake your head ‘no’ keeping your eyes downcast. You’re embarrassed at how easily you let yourself fall into the pleasure, and you know there had been others watching and likely judging the pathetic way your hips had begun to rock against the goddess’ fingers. Shame makes your cheeks burn, and Hela just chuckles as if she can read the thoughts running through your mind.

“So pathetic, you humans can’t even control your baser urges.” She tsks, pressing a third finger into your tight hole and this time you do gasp. “You’re so eager to get off that you don’t care who sees you fucking my fingers, dirty little vixen that you are you probably like the thought of being watched.” You try to shake your head no, but she slaps you again and demands the truth. You sniffle and nod your head, crying out when she squeezes a fourth finger into you and feel her stretching you around her digits while her thumb circles over your clit. “Go on then, give them a show you little whore. Maybe then I’ll be able to actually get something done without you distracting everyone.” She sneers at you, and in the back of your mind you know she’s set you up for this because you’re only in her lap at her order. You don’t say that though, you know better than to talk back or challenge her.

Instead you just rock your hips against the four fingers filling you, your own hands moving behind you to brace yourself against the arm of the throne so you can better move. You know how you must look, and you can hear the murmurs but you don’t dare look out to see how many people are actually there. You keep your eyes trained on the mural hanging overhead, focusing on that while you gasp and moan from Hela’s fingers in you, and the way she toys with the plug until she practically fucking your ass with it.

“And this is why we keep you humans as pets, you’re too dumb to do anything other than seek out pleasure and comfort. Even you my sweet little fox, so stupid and shameless that you’ll let me do anything I want with you all for the promise of pleasure.” You feel the tears slipping down your cheeks at her words. Cruel as they are, you know deep down they’re true even if it’s what she’s spent months conditioning you to react this way. Even her degrading words aid in giving you pleasure, and she knows it. She can feel the way you squeeze even tighter around her fingers with every mean cruelty that slips so easily from her tongue.

“Oh, I think it’s about to cum.” It, not she, not her, it makes you break into a sob. You’re a person, you want to scream at her but you know better. So instead you just screw your eyes shut and take it when she begins to thrust her fingers into you hard enough for it to hurt just a little. “Are you about to cum, my little fox?” She questions, and you nod. “Tell them, let them hear how pathetic you are.” She says, and you can hear her cruel smirk.

You open your mouth to say the words, but all that comes out is an embarrassing moan. You choke on a sob, trying again and this time somehow getting your mouth to cooperate with your addled brain. “I’m going to cum, please mistress may I?” You beg, knowing that even if she’s allowing you to speak that it’s likely really only to ask her for permission. When she doesn’t say anything immediately you beg further. She always likes to hear you beg. “Pleasepleaseplease, mistress. I know I don’t deserve it but may I please?” And again you can practically feel her smirk against your skin as the sound of your begging and the wet squelch of your cunt bounce off the golden walls of the throne room.

Hela turns you so that your body is facing the room, and her other hand leaves the plug that she’s just pushed back into you so it can instead tangle in your hair and force you to look at the scattered guests, and soldiers milling around and staring. “Cum.” It’s a simple order, but the moment she gives it you’re letting go with a sob of pleasure and your juices are splashing against the golden steps that lead up to the throne. Hela lets you drop to your knees, wiping her hand against your cheeks to smear your essence over your own features before she settles back and crosses her long legs. You don’t even get a moment to come down from the humiliating orgasm before she orders you to ride her boot until she’s done dealing with the remaining concerns and matters of the kingdom. “Not a sound out of you, if you can manage that then maybe I’ll give you a treat later.” She pets your hair between the fluffy fox ears sitting on top of your head, and you keep your head bowed shamefully as you begin to drag your hips back and forth against the leather of her boot.

Just keep her happy, you think to yourself, it’s better when you keep her happy.

[akamaiden]

Turning Tables

A/N: My first Hela fic!!! 😍 I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I did. 💕

Another note: Here I did something that I truly believe that Odin should've done. Hela could be an amazing ruler if he did have given more attention and affection towards her. She was his damn daughter!

Last note: Shout out to the amazing @thisishowdynastiesareborn who helped me with this fic! And she's amazing, go follow her!

Pairing: Hela Odinsdottir x Valkyrie!Reader.

Requested by anonymous: Can u write Hela x F!Reader - From enemies to lovers plz?

Warnings: Angst, fluff, sexual tension... I think that's all.

Words: 1,595.

Sakaar was a chaotic place. Every little detail could be summarized in one word: mess. And it was exactly because of this that it was the perfect place for hiding.

When Odin sent the Valkyries to defeat Hela, Goddess of Death, his own daughter, you weren't imagining that this would change your life forever. 

Saying that Hela was extremely powerful was an understatement. But you and your sisters were Valkyries. You were part of a group of elite warriors. 

But even so it wasn't enough to overthrow the goddess of death. You fought, of course you did. Still, it was pointless. You watched your sisters dying one after another. 

You just survived because Brunnhilde knocked you out so Hela could think you two were dead as well. 

That's exactly how you two ended in Sakaar. You two were the last Valkyries alive and no one knew that you survived that comfront with Hela. 

You woke up and found Brunnhilde drinking her usual mead dose. She seemed distant and you knew her too well to know that she was hiding something.

“If you continue thinking that hard your head will explode,” you said and reach for the bottle that was in her hand.

“Hey, that's mine!” she huffed.

“Tell me what's going on in your head first,” you said.

“There's nothing going on, Y/N,” she tried.

“Nice try, if I didn't know you since I can remember, I'd believe you,”

“For Freya! Okay, but give me my damn mead first,”

You took a sip from it before handing her the bottle back.

“I met Thor,” she started.

Your eyes widened. She couldn't be talking about Thor Odinson, the God of Thunder and heir of Asgard's thorne, could she?

“Yes, I'm talking about the son of Odin,” she answered your mute question.

“And?”

“He needs help to overthrow Hela,” 

“What did you say to him?” you asked.

“Nothing, yet. But I was thinking and we barely survived the last time we fought her–”

“We're Valkyries. If we die, we die fighting and not running away from possible threats or getting our asses drunk,” you said. 

You knew you were being rude. Brunnhilde was the closest to a family that you ever had. Even when the other Valkyries were alive, you didn't have a strong bond, like you had to her. She was your friend, she was the sister that life gave to you. 

You watched Brunnhilde take a deep breath before saying, “You're right.”

And that's why you were watching Thor and Brunnhilde discussing like two children.

“Can you two stop for a moment?” you tried talking.

No response. The only one that was paying attention to you was Banner who just shrugged. 

“They won't stop before killing one another,” he said.

“I know, that's exactly why I'm trying to interrupt this,” you sighed. “Tell me about her,” he said.

You didn't need to ask him to know that he was talking about Hela.

“She is unstoppable, fierce and lethal,” you said.

“There's must be a weakness,” 

“Trust me, I wish there was something,”

“It's unbelievable that–”

“Brunnhilde!” you screamed when she pointed a dagger to Thor's neck.

You approached them and you made her drop her weapon.

“Have you lost your damn mind? He's our king,” you tried to reason with her.

“It's okay, Y/N,” Thor said.

“No it's not. Can you please stop acting like a child?” you said to him. “Same goes to you,” you said looking at Brunnhilde.

“Sorry,” they said in unison.

“I'm tired from all this. This is about Asgard, can you two please stop fighting when there are people under Hela's control?” you said.

Before they could say something you continued, “If we're here alone, doing nothing but getting drunk and trying to survive day after fucking day it's because of her,” you said directly to Brunnhilde.

“And you, my king, it's better you act like the almighty God of Thunder you are and save your kingdom from her. But if you want to rule over dead bodies, all you have to do is continuing acting like that” you said.

Blue and brown eyes looked at you in total desbelief and you just shrugged.

“I'm so done from all this,” you said and left them behind.

You made your way to the place you shared with Brunnhilde and packed your things. With or without them you decided to go to Asgard. 

The travel to Asgard passed faster than you wished and before you noticed you were making your way to the throne room. 

The big room was empty, you took some time admiring the golden details of it. You were hiding with your spear in hand, you were thinking about how everything suddenly changed after Odin's death.

You were so focused in your thoughts that you just noticed you weren't alone anymore when you heard her voice.

“See father? You banished me and even so I ended up here, in your throne, ruling your people... I'm the rightful heiress of Asgard's thorne and there's nothing you can do to stop me to take what's mine,” Hela said.

A shiver ran down your spine. You didn't heard her voice back when Odin sent the Valkyries to stop her. You gulped noticing that her voice was embedded with power and strength. She was a powerful woman and she knew that.

“I wish you could answer me, father,” she scoffed. “Fortunately you're dead. But I must confess I'd love to see your face when I sat in your throne for the very first time. You did everything to stop me from getting here and it was pointless,” she laughed.

Your hands held the spear tighter. How dared she speak about Odin that way? He was her father after all.

“You were afraid of me, father. Why? I'm your heiress, your first born child. And what did you do? You banished me because you couldn't control me like you did to my brother. Thor was just a puppet in your strings, right? He's idiot. I've heard that he's going to Midgard, defending midgardians. That's ridiculous!” she said.

That woman is fucking crazy. She's talking alone for the last minutes, you thought.

“I wish you could see when I kill him, because trust me, I'll kill him. He's a living threat to my kingdom, and obviously I'll eliminate him. Same goes to Loki, son of Frigga. Tell me father, how could you care and love such a monster like him?” she continued. “I just wanted you to love me. I wanted you to be proud of me. I just wish you could be the father I wanted the most and what did I get? You banished me, and I won't forgive you for trying to steal what's mine and that's exactly why that I'll make your people suffer, I'm their queen and I'll do as I please,” she said and sobbed. 

You tried to move in your place to watch her better and your spear slid from your hands. 

“Shit!” you cursed lowly.

“Who's there?” Hela said standing up and running her eyes through the room.

You sighed and left your hidden place to face her. You watched her eyes widening when she recognized you.

“I thought you were all dead,” she said smiling. 

“I wish I was,” you said.

“You came to kill me I suppose,” 

“No,”

“Excuse me?” 

“I heard your conversation and I'm sorry,” 

“You what?” 

“I'm sorry, Hela. I didn't know about your relationship with Odin,” you said.

“Whatever game you’re playing, it won’t work. You can’t defeat me,” she said.

“I know. At first I came to fight you or die trying but I heard you,” you said and took your sword out and putted in her feet. “My loyalty is yours, Queen Hela,” you continued and knelt in front of her.

“Unexpected,” she said but offered you her hand to help you get on your feet. “I want you for my Queens guard,” she continued.

“As you please,” you said. 

After this you got more and more close to her, it was a surprise discover that Hela could be as sweet as Thor. 

She usually made you a lot of questions about the Valkyries. And here and there you two spent a lot of time together in Frigga's garden. 

You watched with a smiley face Hela laughing at something you said. You two were laying side by side and for the first time you noticed that her smile was so, so beautiful.

You came closer to her and touched her right arm lightly. 

“You should smile more, you're so beautiful,” you said. 

She stopped laughing and you felt your heart racing with fear, you were scared that you made her angry, or even that you were disrespectful to her.

“I-i am sor–” 

And then she interrupted you with a kiss. Her lips felt so soft and warm against your own. You guided a trembling hand to the back of her neck and she hummed happily on the kiss.

You broke the kiss once you two were out of breath. Hela was still smiling and she caressed your cheeks with her fingers. 

“I must confess that I've been waiting for this,” she said.

“What else are you waiting for?” you sassed.

“I can guarantee you that I'm better showing you than talking,” she said.

“You know that your brother is coming, right? We can't lose time,” you said.

“The only one losing time here is you, darling. But don't worry I'll keep your mouth occupied,” and then she kissed you again.

Tags: @ivarsshieldmadien @nothingeverdies @mal-functioning-writer @amour-quinn @deepdarkred

[scarlettjohanssons-mistress]

I can't sleep

Warnings: Therapy, conversion therapy, implied homophobia, implied violence

Word count: 1.0 K

Pairing: Hela Odinsdottir x Fem!Reader

Prompt: Hela has a minor trauma that makes her fearful about therapy

Requests: OPEN

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"Darling" 

Hela's voice, coupled with a slight shake, made my eyes widen and made me turn to see her face in the dark. 

"Hmm?" 

Hela was silent for a few seconds, trying to get the words out of her mouth. 

"I can't sleep" 

Those simple words made the dream slip away from me, and made me turn completely so I could see her eyes. 

"You feel bad?" my hand brushed her cheek, while she only gave a slight shake of her head 

"No, what you said the other time is happening to me" I got up a little to turn on the small lamp that we had on the table and be able to observe her face, she looked like a little girl, scared and fearful "many thoughts in my head" I try to explain better 

"Oh honey, do you want to talk about them?" I asked as I directed my lips to her cheek, to give small and repetitive kisses 

“No” her cold way of answering, made me try to move away, but, when I tried to make a move, Hela's hands quickly took my head, to try to immobilize me and make me kiss her pale skin again “you could read a little for me, please?” 

I knew how hard it was for Hela to show this vulnerable side of her. A girl who, for decades, repressed any emotion beyond anger, now, turned into a woman, who with great luck could say 'I love you' in front of other people. 

Because, Hela was a tough, cold, and even intimidating person; but, in private, he let out little Hela, a girl full of illusions, joys and love to give and receive. 

"What book do you want me to read to you?" I got out of bed and walked to our big bookcase 

"Pride and Prejudice" 

I took the book and went back to bed, only for Hela to curl up next to me, trying to fall asleep. 

"Who'd say; I didn't know that the goddess of death worshiped 'pride and prejudice'” 

"Shut up before I throw you out of bed" my sweet girlfriend spoke, letting out a small yawn 

"You wouldn't, you love me enough not to hurt me" 

"You have a point" she let out a small giggle 

"Well... let's begin" I began to read while my free hand began to caress her scalp, only to feel, as the fearsome Asgardian warrior began to purr on my neck.

——————————————————————————— 

“Y/N, nice to see you” 

"Hello, Mario, it's also a pleasure to see you" 

While the bookstore manager and I chatted, Hela wandered through the shelves, aimlessly. 

Mario was telling me about a new collection of books that had arrived, until a scream made me leave the conversation completely 

"Baby" 

I didn't know if that had been Hela's voice, or if it was those little children who had arrived a little after us, until the same voice spoke again 

“Y/N” 

I turned around, only to see Hela with her arms full of books, so many that I had to run to avoid some of them hitting the ground. 

"Honey, don't you think that's a lot of books?" 

"If I continue to have my night problems, we will have to buy more books to read" I try to give myself a small smile 

"My love, wouldn't it be better if you went to therapy to try to control your nightmares? I mean, I can happily read you a book to distract you, but, it would be better if you..." 

“Not therapy” 

“But, Hela...” 

"I said no." 

She dropped the books and left the place, striding forward and frowning. So tiredly, I just took two books, 'The Little Prince' and ' The Notebook', went up to Mario and paid him for the books. Mario in complete silence did the shopping, until, when he put the books in an adorable paper bag, he simply blurted out. 

"You and your girlfriend make a cute couple" 

"Thank you" 

——————————————————————————— 

We both let things calm down between us, Hela was a little upset by our little argument in the bookstore, and I knew that if I kept insisting on therapy, the only thing I would achieve is her anger and she wouldn't even tell me the origin of the problem.

The day passed, Hela only spoke to me for the essentials and that was killing me.

But, I was pleasantly surprised, when at the end of the day, almost to go to sleep, Hela snuggled up next to me on the sofa, turned off the television and looked into my eyes

"In Asgard, we had something similar to therapy, it wasn't the same, but, it was something, twistedly similar" I remained silent, but tried to convey my interest through my eyes "my father always thought that I would become a strange woman, beyond the battlefield, thought that my taste for the female figure was a little strange. So he me send to that… therapy class…”

I couldn't let her continue, I already knew what she wanted to tell me, and I could swear that if I heard anything else come out of Hela's mouth my heart was going to break, so I just dedicated myself to hugging her and kissing her head 

"Hela, listen to me" gently, I took her face in my hands, making her beautiful eyes look at mine "I will never, NEVER let someone hurt you, neither because of your past, nor because of your tastes" I kissed her nose " No matter what I have to do, I'm going to make everyone see what I see every time I see you." 

"A foolish warrior?" She ask with flushed cheeks and a goofy grin. 

"No, I see a loving, intelligent, insightful woman, and with a lot of love to give" 

“I think you have a very different perspective than I am” 

"Then I'll have to work twice as hard, just for you to see a small part of the reasons why I'm madly in love with you." 

"Hmm, how about you start your demo with a kiss?" the woman parted just a bit, just to give me a flirtatious smile 

“As many as you want, my queen” 

Note:

I hope you enjoy this.

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[blackacre13]

pleeease do more Hela and Y/N fics its so good, you're a gem ❤︎

Part 2 is here; Here's part 3!

“Oh,” you gasp as you stumble back slightly before turning to look at her. “My queen,” you mumble bowing messily as she smirks down at you.

She nods her head back to the archway she’s appeared through, a mischievous grin on her face.

“I’m afraid we won’t be staying here, Y/N,” she declares as you look up at her, unsure of what’s about to happen. “I think we might be more comfortable in my chambers.”

“As you wish,” you nod, unsure if you should start to walk forward until she nods her head once more before turning away, waiting for you to follow.

“Oh? Y/N?” She adds, turning once more.

“Yes, your majesty?”

“Leave your dress here.”

She waits for a moment, before you drop your gaze, fumbling with the straps of your dress before slipping it down your shoulders, looking up briefly just in time to see her satisfied smirk before she clicks away, leaving you to finish undressing.

You consider your undergarments for a moment, but remember that she said dress specifically, so you leave them on, still feeling completely naked and vulnerable, padding after her as you fidget with the gold chain around your neck, the emerald swinging, left and right, left and right.

“In here, darling,” her voice beckons as you keep walking down the hallway, cold and dark, echoes clicking and creaking, the only light flickering from candles, casting a soft ember glow.

She’s sitting on the edge of a grand, regal bed. It takes up most of the room, not many other pieces of furniture or knick knacks. It’s bold. It’s regal. It’s her. All gold and velvet black with pops of emerald that have you feeling cold tingles down your spine and something hot between your thighs, like flames so hot they feel cold licking at your skin.

She waves you forward with the wag of a single index finger, tilting her head, raven-black hair falling over her shoulder, black silk falling down her skin with it as you let out a shudder, your breath hitching.

“Sit, my pet,” she murmurs, patting the edge of the bed. “There’s no need to kneel before me, Y/N. Well…not today at least.”

You’re unsure what to think as you walk forward, sitting down, rigid beside her, and then one of her hands is on your thigh, sliding towards your center slowly as you let out a shaky breath at the touch, your stomach flipping deliciously.

Her other hand finds your back, resting delicately against it as you hum, and then her hand goes rigid, sharp nails digging into your skin as you let out a gasp, a velvet chuckle falling from her lips.

“You know I never had the chance to thank you for your service the other day, Y/N,” Hela murmurs, one hand gliding down your thigh as the other raked down your back, both making you shiver, goosebumps rippling down your skin. “And I don’t know which feels better to you,” she breathes. Her fingers trace along your thigh before disappearing and then her nails rake along your back again before they stop, as if to prove her point. Her choices. 

“Both,” you squeak, blushing at the admission.

“Well, well,” she laughs softly, pushing your leg open slightly so you’re exposed to her, her hand trailing down along her panties, swiping along the fabric as you let out a whimper. “Wet already, I see. Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are, Y/N? How delicate. And quite the talent. Not many people have heard me make the sounds I made…for you, my pet. And now? I’d like to hear what sounds you can make for me, Y/N.”

“Please,” you whisper, feeling yourself growing wetter, the brunette looking down at your with sharp, deep eyes.

“Try again,” she whispers, pushing you onto your back, her fingers sweeping through your hair as she crawls down you, breathing against your core, your hips bucking up against her, desperate to be touched.

“My queen,” you pant, unable to keep your hips from rolling against her, even as she slowly pulls your panties down your thighs to your knees, smirking and laughing at you, already a whimpering, pathetic mess under her grip with barely a touch, only the idea of what she might do, already driving you absolutely wild. “Please, my Queen. My body is yours. My pleasure is yours.”

“That’s more like it, my pet,” she whispers, dragging her tongue along your hip as you cry out before her head disappears between your thighs, her nose and tongue poking at your wetness slow and torturously.

She’s snickering at you as you roll your hips, trying to gain more purchase, reaching up at her, but she pins your hands down against the mattress.

She licks along your ear as you gasp, her hand finding your neck, pressing firmly.

“You can ask me to touch you, darling,” she whispers. “And I will. But if you want me to Fuck you, you’re going to have to beg me for it.”