#odinsdottir!reader

[fandomnerd9602]

Hela: kneel to your queen

Y/N: I-I…umm…

Rio: no I’m the only one Y/N kneels to

Y/N: I-Umm…

Y/N falls over…

Rio: what happened?

Y/N: too much fine in one room

[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.

Word Count:

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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[theearthwassoup]

playtime

a/n: i am a whore that is all i have to say

word count: 905

warning(s): |minors and men dni| nipple play (r!receiving); fingering (r!receiving); hela is a soft menace; it's been a while writing wise so i apologize; a short fic

plot: hela is horny and you are there wearing a pj tank top without a bra.

Shivering, you walked into the bedroom, your bare feet cold against the tile floor. The Royal Suite was the epitome of comfort, except when it wasn't. The room easily got cold, making you even more grateful for the collection of furs and blankets your wife keeps on the bed. Hela sat in said bed, patiently waiting for you to return from getting water, something she had grumbled about, not wanting to give up cuddling with you. Her eyes shot up to watch you walk towards the bed, glued to your chest. Confused, you looked down, your face flushing when you saw what she was focused on.

Your nipples were straining against the fabric of your pajama shirt, the light fabric rubbing against your senstives nubs. Biting your lip, you looked through your eyelashes to look at Hela as you brought your fingers up to tweak at the buds. Her gaze sharpened and she beckoned you to the bed with a long, strong finger. Slowly, in a seductive manner, you walked to the bed, crawling onto the bed. Hela lunged out to grab you, using her strength to pull you onto her lap, laughing as she felt the growing wetspot on your pajama shorts. She leaned forward, adjusting the two of you so her mouth hovered over one of your covered tits. Her warm breath made shivers go down your spine in anticipation. Her green eyes looked up to meet yours, a smirk twisting on her lips.

"Do you want something, my darling?" Her tone was teasing but you heard the hint of desperation in her words, she wanted this just as much as you. You felt no need to play hard to get, nodding frantically as you obediantly clasped your hands behind your back, something Hela nodded in approval for.

"Please baby, I need your mouth. Please." Your voice sounded like a bratty whine but it was music to Hela's ears, a sound that gave her the green light. In a second, her mouth was on your nipple, the sudden warmth making your back arch as you tried to get more of your tit inside Hela's heavenly mouth. She chuckled, the vibration causing a small moan to rip from your lips. She extended her tongue, flicking the bud through your top as her other hand twisted the other nipple, enjoying how you both leaned in and away from her touch, already looking so wrecked.

Suddenly, her mouth and her hand were gone, a whimper spilling from you as you bucked your hips in disapproval. Hela merely smiled, reaching behind you to lightly grasp your wrists as she raised your arms into the air. She grabbed the bottom of your top, pulling it over your head. She didn't give you a second to adjust to your breasts being exposed to the cool air before her mouth was once again on your tit, licking and sucking. Instead of playing with the other bud, her hand that wasn't holding onto your waist snuck under your pajama shorts, two fingers rubbing between your folds before hovering over your clit. Her mouth paused for a moment, taking a deep breath. You were confused until her fingers started rubbing tight circles over your clit and her mouth suctioned over your nipple, her tongue flicking the bud through the tunnel of warmth. Your vision tunneled as the two most sensitive parts of your body were played with so perfectly. Your hips bucked against her fingers as she moved her hand on your waist to take the place of the fingers rubbing your clit as you felt two long fingers slip inside your dripping core. Your moan echoed through the walls, ringing like holy music in Hela's ears. She switched over to the nipple that had been abandoned, the way you arched against her made her lips curl into a smile.

It was becoming too much. You were only staying on Hela's lap due to your thighs tightening around hers, your arms still behind your back as both of Hela's hands played with your pussy. Her mouth attacked your breasts and your nipples, ripping moan after moan from your mouth. She leaned away to examine her work, enjoying how swollen and pigmented your tits looked.

"Tempting little minx." She growled before returning to one of her happy places. The other being between your thighs, which she was hopeful to visit this night as well. You cried out as she crooked her fingers against your g-spot, rubbing tantalizingly as her other hand continued to play with your clit, tapping it, she enjoyed how your hips jerked.

"H-Hela, I'm so close," you stuttered out, your vision going blurry as the coil in your stomach tightened and threatened to break. Hela, in response, somehow pulled you closer, her mouth sucking furiously against your tit, tongue laving the swollen nub as she pistoned her fingers inside you, hitting your g-spot like it was a bullseye. The fingers on your clit seperated your folds, her middle finger now solely rubbing the nerve.

Your vision went white as something animalistic ripped from your throat, hips shaking and chest heaving. You felt Hela's hands leave your core to settle on your hips as her mouth, albeit reluctantly, left your breasts, allowing you to collapse against her, resting your head against her shoulder. After a few moments of catching your breath, you laughed weakly.

"I should wear these pajamas more often."

a/n: okay this lowkey sucked but i've had it in my drafts for a hot second and i liked writing it in the momemt (at 3am). thank you for reading! i have better fics in the works dw, requests are open and appreciated! love you lovelies!

[idyllicallyyours]

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)

[terry-perry]

Loki Introducing Sylvie To His Siblings...

Y/N: It's so nice to meet you! I've always wanted a sister! Thor: Really? Why? Y/N: ...I love you too, Thor. Loki: Really? Why?

[friendship-ditch]

Ok gang decide my next fic

[marvelwoman-sugarbaby]

I’m writing right now. Send a 🌹 and then the name of who you want and I’ll write for them as well as 50-100 words from that persons fic. Click here for more info.

See Ya ✌🏼

[nyx-worshiper]

Hey!!! can u do a hela smut where they do it in one of asgard’s gardens??

paring- Hela x Reader

warning- Smut

takes place before ragnarok

YN pov

Hela has returned to Asgard claiming she is the rightful heir the few that were around during her banishment have not against her yet.

"Y/n follow me" i hear Hela say behind me. i obeyed and followed her to the North Garden of the palace. "I made this garden before i was banished and you attended to it so i want to give you a reward" She states "lay of the bench" she adds. i lay down on the bench next to us as she strips me then herself.

Hela then walks to me before positioning herself and starts to kiss my inner thighs before she starts to give me a blowjob/lick my clit.

"My queen im going to cum" i say pleadingly

"go on cum for your Queen" She says back

[iobsessoverfictionalmen]

The Unsealed Skies (Epilogue)

AN: This is the end of The Unsealed Skies. I hope you enjoyed the journey!

Warnings: spoilers for Thor Ragnarok.

Frigga watched as the younger versions of Hela and Fenrir played on the floor of the throne room at Odin’s feet.  Frigga hadn’t known Hela as a child and had only heard stories about her thirst for conquest as an adult but gazing at her now, the child was acting just like Frigga’s own children had at that age.

“I am indebted to you, my queen, for reuniting me with my daughter.”

Frigga smiled at Odin’s words, “It is our daughter you must thank.  She chose to give love a second chance.”

At Frigga’s words Hela looked up, “I have a sister?”

“And two brothers.”  Frigga informed her.

“Two brothers too!  When can I meet them?”

“When they return to Asgard.”

“When will that be?”

“When I summon them to celebrate (Name)’s marriage to Ares. They said their vows to one another in private.” Frigga's smile broadened as she remembered the jolt of magic she had felt when Ares swore to be only yours for the rest of his immortal life and when you had made the same vow.

“Will there be a feast?”

“A grand one,”  Frigga promised the child, kneeling down to pet Fenrir.  The wolf cub bumped his head against her hand as she rubbed his fur.  “Fenrir likes you,” Hela whispered conspiratorially to the goddess.  “He’s just not sure about Father yet.”

[fandomnerd9602]

Do you have any headcanons for Hela and if she had a child (y/n)??? :3

Despite all signs pointing to otherwise, Hela is a wonderful mother

When she found out she was pregnant with you, she briefly put aside her conquering tendencies. Choosing to wait until you could walk to resume.

Odin has a real soft spot for you. His first grandchild

Hela loves you more than all of her conquests combined.

She’ll teach you how to fight before you learnt to spell your name.

Thor and Loki are born close to the same time frame, hence you grew up with them like brothers.

Having you soothed Hela’s soul a little. You are her light. Her only love.

Expect bedtime stories about her glorious battles. No nursery rhymes

Thor and Loki are more like brothers than uncles.

Frigga teaches you magic and is a mother figure to you as well.

It took time but Hela turned out to be a wonderful mother

Hela will be the first one to lead you into battle. When you slay your first enemy, a tear was practically shed from her eye.

[crusxs]

REQS: always open

I am currently taking one shot/short story requests for the following characters:

Angelique Bouchard, Hela Odinsdottir, Julia Hoffman, Larissa Weems, Alcina Dimitrescu, Alma Peregrine, Ellie Bixler, Medusa and Thing (Addams family)

I would love to hear your ideas, so please don't hesitate to comment or pm me if you have a particular idea you would like to see written. I'll be sure to credit you in the description if I make it. Thank you!

[peach-and-bugs]

I need to force myself to write, so I’m opening blurb requests and head-canons again!

As always, please read and follow my request rules and tell me who you have a request for and what you want them to be doing, also also please specify if you want a blurb or a headcanon list

I’m for opening any character on my list, (which you can find on my master list) weather I’ve written for them or not, but I will say, I currently have a soft spot for the following:

• Lady Alcina Dimitrescu (RE:V) ✸ ➵ ✧ ( I haven’t written for her before, but I’ve started getting fixated on here lately)

• Villanelle ✸ ➵ ✧ (she’s my baby, I always have a soft spot for her and wanna write her)

• Hela Odendottir ✸ ➵ ✧ (never actually got around to finish anything for her)

But again, I’ll write for anyone on my list, these are just my current favorites at the moment

[takusan-no-ai]

★·.·`¯´·.Hela Odinsdottir.·`¯´·.·★

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[hexxedgod]

‧꒰ when you are too shy to confess ꒱‧

pairing: björt odinsdottir x gn!reader

summary: you are too shy to confess your feelings to björt so you decide to write unsended letters, but björt catches you.

words: 2.2k

The flickering candlelight illuminated the small desk in your room as you leaned over the parchment, quill in hand, your heart pounding with every word you scrawled. Writing to Björt had become your only way to truly say what you felt—things you could never dare utter aloud.

Björt. Their name alone sent a flurry of butterflies through your chest. They were a force of nature: bold, fierce, and utterly captivating. Their presence filled every room they entered, their fiery confidence drawing people like moths to a flame. And you? You were the quiet shadow, always lingering on the edges, too nervous to step into the light.

It wasn’t that Björt ignored you. Quite the opposite. They always seemed to notice you in ways others didn’t—the way their sharp eyes softened when they caught you gazing at them too long, or how their teasing remarks carried a warmth that made your cheeks burn. But no matter how much they seemed to care, you couldn’t bring yourself to say the words tangled in your heart.

So, you wrote.

The letter in front of you was the third one this week, and just like the others, it would remain unsent.

Björt,

There are things I wish I could tell you, things that always seem to catch in my throat when I try to speak. You make it impossible to think clearly when you’re near—your smile, your laugh, the way you carry yourself with such confidence... it’s overwhelming in the best way.

You’re so different from me. You’re fire and passion, a blazing star I can’t help but admire from afar. And me? I’m just... here. Quiet. Invisible. I know I’ll never be as bold as you, but I hope—just maybe—you might see me anyway.

I don’t know if I’ll ever have the courage to tell you this in person, but you mean more to me than words can capture.

Always,

[Reader]

You sighed, setting the quill down as you read over the letter. Your chest ached with the weight of everything you wished you could say aloud. Folding the letter carefully, you tucked it into a drawer with the others, safe but hidden, just like your feelings.

The next day, you found yourself by the fire in the common room, sorting through supplies for the upcoming journey. Björt appeared, as they always seemed to, their presence immediately commanding attention. They dropped into the seat across from you, stretching out with an air of casual confidence.

“Busy as always,” they teased, their voice warm and playful. “Do you ever take a break?”

You smiled nervously, avoiding their gaze. “Someone has to be prepared.”

Björt leaned forward, resting their chin on their hand as they studied you. “You’re always so quiet,” they mused, their tone softer now. “Makes me wonder what’s going on in that head of yours.”

Your heart raced, and you ducked your head to hide the blush creeping up your neck. “Nothing important,” you murmured.

Björt’s eyes narrowed slightly, a spark of curiosity lighting their gaze. “I don’t believe that for a second,” they said, their voice low and almost... tender. “You’ve got secrets, don’t you?”

You froze, your mind immediately flashing to the drawer where your letters were hidden. “I—I don’t know what you mean,” you stammered.

Björt smirked, but there was no malice in their expression—only that same warm amusement you’d grown so fond of. “You’re a terrible liar, you know,” they said, leaning back with a chuckle. “But that’s alright. I’ll figure you out eventually.”

Their words sent a shiver through you, equal parts fear and hope. Did they know? Could they tell? Or were they just teasing, oblivious to the truth of your feelings?

As they rose to leave, Björt paused, glancing back at you with a look that lingered just a little too long. “If you ever feel like sharing those secrets, you know where to find me,” they said, their voice softer now, almost... inviting.

And with that, they were gone, leaving you alone with your racing thoughts and the letters you weren’t sure you’d ever have the courage to give them.

But maybe, just maybe, one day you would.

This story captures the quiet vulnerability of an unspoken crush and Björt’s subtle, teasing charm. Let me know if you'd like any changes!

Here’s the continuation of the story:

The next few days were a blur of stolen glances, hesitant smiles, and lingering words. Björt had always been magnetic, their presence impossible to ignore, but ever since that moment by the fire, it felt like their attention had shifted. Their teasing grew softer, their touches lingered just a moment longer, and their gaze seemed to follow you more often than before.

You tried to shake it off. Surely, you were imagining things. Björt was like this with everyone—or so you told yourself.

But late at night, when the world quieted and you were alone, your thoughts betrayed you. You found yourself holding one of your letters, turning it over in your hands. This one was different—shorter, less polished. Less guarded.

Björt,

I think you know.

You see me in a way no one else does, and it terrifies me. You get under my skin, make me want to say things I’ve never had the courage to say before. But what if I’m wrong? What if you’re just being kind, and I’ve been a fool for thinking it meant something more?

I don’t know if I can keep this to myself anymore. But I don’t know if I can face the truth, either.

Always,

[Reader]

This one couldn’t go in the drawer with the others. Not this time. You set it on the table, staring at it for what felt like hours, before a surge of courage—reckless and fleeting—took hold of you.

You rose from your chair, letter clutched tightly in your hand, and slipped through the halls to Björt’s quarters. The door was slightly ajar, the warm light of a fire flickering inside. You hesitated, heart pounding in your chest.

Before you could second-guess yourself, a voice broke the silence.

“Are you going to stand there all night, or do you plan on coming in?”

Your breath hitched as Björt’s voice carried through the crack in the door, light and teasing. Slowly, you pushed it open, stepping inside to find them lounging in a chair by the fire, their sharp eyes already fixed on you.

“I—uh...” Words failed you as you clutched the letter behind your back, suddenly regretting everything.

Björt tilted their head, their gaze narrowing slightly as they studied you. “What’s this? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.” They leaned forward, resting their elbows on their knees. “Or... maybe there’s something on your mind?”

Your mouth opened, but no sound came out. Your fingers tightened around the letter, crumpling the edges as you struggled to find the courage to speak.

Björt’s gaze dropped to your hands, and their lips curved into a slow, knowing smile. “What’s that you’ve got there?”

Panic surged through you, and you shook your head, taking a step back. “It’s nothing,” you stammered, but Björt was already on their feet, crossing the room with that same confident grace that made your knees weak.

“Come on,” they murmured, their voice low and coaxing. “You’re not getting out of this one, little shadow.”

Before you could protest, Björt gently tugged the letter from your trembling hands. You froze, your heart hammering in your chest as they unfolded the parchment and began to read.

The silence stretched on, every second feeling like an eternity. You couldn’t bring yourself to look at them, your eyes fixed on the floor as your cheeks burned with shame.

Finally, Björt’s voice broke the tension, soft and warm. “You wrote this for me?”

You nodded, still unable to meet their gaze.

“Look at me,” they said, their tone gentle but firm.

Slowly, you lifted your eyes to meet theirs, expecting to find amusement or pity. Instead, you were met with something else entirely—something softer, something deeper.

Björt’s lips curved into a small, genuine smile as they stepped closer, closing the distance between you. “You think I don’t see you?” they murmured, their voice low and almost reverent. “You think I could ever overlook someone like you?”

Your breath caught in your throat as they reached out, their hand brushing against your cheek. “I’ve been waiting for you to say something,” they admitted, their thumb tracing a soft line along your jaw. “But I guess I should’ve known you’d do it like this.”

“I—” You tried to speak, but the words tangled in your throat.

Björt shook their head, their smile growing. “Shh,” they murmured, leaning in until their forehead rested against yours. “You don’t have to say anything else. I’ve got you.”

Their words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, and for the first time in what felt like forever, the weight of your unspoken feelings began to lift.

Björt pulled back just enough to look into your eyes, their own gaze filled with a warmth that made your heart ache. “But next time,” they teased, their tone light and playful, “maybe try saying it to my face, hmm?”

You laughed softly, the sound shaky but genuine, and Björt’s smile widened.

“Good,” they said, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. “Because I’ve got a lot to say to you, too. But first...” They held up the letter with a mischievous glint in their eye. “I’m keeping this. Call it... my proof that you’ve been mine all along.”

Björt kept their arm around your waist, holding you steady as if grounding you in the moment. Their gaze never left yours, and you felt a mixture of vulnerability and exhilaration under the weight of their attention.

"You know," they started, their voice softer than you'd ever heard it, "I wondered how long it would take you. Always so quiet, so careful. Always looking at me when you think I’m not watching." Their thumb brushed against your hip lightly, almost absentmindedly, as they spoke.

Your breath hitched, your cheeks warming at the truth of their words. You wanted to argue, to deny it, but what was the point? Björt saw through you as easily as if you were made of glass.

"I..." you started, voice barely above a whisper. "I didn’t know how to say it. I didn’t even know if you’d want to hear it."

Björt let out a low laugh, a sound that rumbled in their chest and sent shivers down your spine. "Didn’t want to hear it? Little shadow, you’ve been the only thing I’ve wanted to hear for longer than I’d like to admit."

Your heart skipped at their words, but doubt still lingered. "You... you mean that?"

Björt’s expression softened, their teasing tone giving way to something earnest and unguarded. "I mean it," they said firmly. "You think I go around letting just anyone steal my attention like you do? Letting anyone stay in my thoughts as much as you do?"

Their hand moved up, their fingers brushing lightly along your jawline before tipping your chin up so you had no choice but to meet their gaze. Their blue eyes burned with a quiet intensity, a flicker of something deep and raw that took your breath away.

"I see you," Björt murmured, their voice low and steady. "I’ve always seen you. And I’ve been waiting—waiting for you to see that I’m yours, too."

The words settled over you like a blanket, warming you from the inside out. For a moment, you forgot to breathe, your mind racing to comprehend what had just been said.

"But I..." you began, but Björt silenced you with a small shake of their head.

"No buts," they said firmly, their hand cupping your cheek now. "I’ve got enough words for the both of us if you’re too shy to speak. And if you ever feel like writing me more of those little letters..." They smirked, their thumb grazing your lips. "I wouldn’t mind."

Your lips parted slightly, the teasing note in their voice breaking through your shock and pulling a laugh from you. "You... really like the letters?"

Björt grinned, the mischief returning to their eyes. "They’re my new favorite thing," they said, holding the crumpled letter in one hand. "And don’t worry—I’ll treasure them. But next time, maybe I’ll write you something back."

The idea made your chest tighten, but before you could respond, Björt leaned in closer, their breath brushing against your cheek. "And one more thing," they whispered, their voice dropping to a near growl. "If you think for one second that I don’t want this—don’t want you—then I’ll just have to spend every waking moment proving it to you."

Your heart pounded as they closed the gap between you, their forehead resting against yours. The weight of their words and the sheer intensity of their presence left you reeling.

"Now," they said softly, a teasing smile tugging at their lips, "are you going to stand there all night, or are you going to let me hold you properly?"

Your response was a shy nod, and Björt’s grin widened. Without hesitation, they pulled you into a firm embrace, their arms wrapping around you in a way that made you feel both protected and seen.

"You’re mine now, little shadow," they murmured against your hair. "And I don’t plan on letting you go."

[terry-perry]

Smile Through Your Fear and Sorrow

Pairings: Ex!Steve Rogers x Odinsdottir!Reader, Steve x Peggy (implied, but can also be open to interpretation)

Genres: Angst, songfic? (more of a story inspired by listening to a song multiple times), Family fic

A/N: Another AU for my popular AU. Basically a "What If...?" scenario where Steve and Odinsdottir break up because he stayed in 1945. However, he returns sooner than what we saw in Endgame. And not alone...

Inspired by ABBA's "Angel Eyes," as well as Charlie Chaplin's "Smile."

Enjoy the angst!

"No!"

"Yes!"

It was the talk of New Asgard now. Last night had been such drama.

"Last night, I took a stroll along the waters, and I saw him with this new woman! They looked very happy together."

Thor narrowed his eyes at the two women discussing this so openly at the bakery like this was entertaining gossip.

"You should've seen the way he looked at her. Absolutely spine-chilling!"

"Was it anything like how he'd look at the princess?"

"Oh no! This was even more intense!"

He had half a mind to lift up his hood and let his intimidating presence put a stop to their conversation. He had more important matters to attend to though. He turned back to the pastries displayed in front of him and pointed at the sweet bread he knew she loved. He hoped it would lift up her spirits for at least a moment.

Yes, it was true. Steve was not only back but has returned with another woman. They ran into him in New York after everything. It was not only a surprise to learn that he was back, but was with somebody else. Apparently, this was someone from his past that he brought back with him after returning the Infinity Stones. Someone he just couldn't be without.

Thor wanted so much to confront them, to at least talk to this woman about how she better be careful. This was all just a game to Steve. Everything might be lovely now, but it won't be long until there's trouble in paradise after realizing who he truly is. She'll be deceived by his charms and be forced to pay the price when the time comes.

Thor thought Y/N would think so so. He thought she might be hurt by Steve's sudden return, but she maintained that everything was fine. In fact, she kept going on with how happy she was for them.

Then the siblings decided to host a lovely gathering to help celebrate Mid-Summer. They invited their Midgardian companions who were very excited to help enjoy this celebration of light, fertility, and music. Even though Steve came and brought along his new female friend, Y/N kept insisting it was all right. Everything did seem to be okay at first, with everyone distracted by all the fun. Bonfires, traditional music, and the burning of corn dollies to celebrate the brightest time of the year were wonderful ways to forget about all worries.

Then last night happened.

On the third and final night of Mid-Summer, the new couple took the opportunity to announce their engagement. That was when Thor witnessed it. It was only for a brief moment, but he managed to spot the tears springing into her eyes and her lips trembling.

A dull, hollow feeling filled his chest as he saw her. Then, a flicker of light appeared. He saw her with a smile and a fresh face, which was nothing like the broken look he just saw. The split second of changing energy was too quick for everyone else to notice as they were in the midst of congratulating the newly engaged couple. He was the only one worried about what she would think, and he finally saw that everything wasn't okay.

Try as she might, Thor finally saw how not-okay Y/N actually was.

To Be Continued...