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Sinner & Saint: Creed III Chapter 9

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"Woke up this morning Found my peace of mind Finally, I can say to you That I, feel good this morning No, I can't deny So finally I can lay with you And feel, feel the pleasure Finally do what lovers do, with you, babe Ride for two Don't you know, oh So we (so we) can roll how we want to, yeah

Set fire to the fucking pavement They bound to drown so they can't relate And just do what I say, do what I say, no My baby got her own fuckin' ways now Tellin' y'all she ain't fuckin' playin', ay Ain't need no problems from her man I know she ain't worried (she ain't worried)"

Terrace Martin – "This Morning (feat. Arin Ray and Smino)"

She moved through the crowd like a silent wind through chimes that tinkled once she blew past. Her steps were assured, eyes laser sharp on who she needed to speak to on his behalf.

Damian watched in awe as Athena worked the packed penthouse filled with stars, sports influencers, executives, groupies, agents, managers, lawyers, and riff raff. He drank a few shots, gobbled up some hors d'oeuvres, and kept near his new boss. A few women checked him out and tried making conversation with him. He acted polite, answered very few questions about his connection to Athena and rested in the cut letting her lead everything. Feeling out of place once more, his brooding appearance seemed to attract even more women as the party continued through the night. Bianca excused herself and he realized that the penthouse they partied in was not the one Donnie and his family stayed in. Smart.

"Damian, this is Karl Gaston and Alessandro Beyna. Karl is a regional wealth advisor in the Cayman Islands and Alessandro handles investments there," Athena said.

Damian shook their hands and tried to look friendly. Athena tossed back her hair and placed a hand on his arm.

"Damian will soon be signing with my brother's company and I'll be working out some portfolio plans for him. He's going to need people that can take care of his money for future investments," Athena said.

The two white men nearly salivated listening to her. Athena had his pockets lined up with imaginary money. The two men would laugh him out of the hotel if they knew the total amount of cash he had in his paltry bank account at that moment. He rolled with her flow, keeping stoic in their presence. Business cards were exchanged with him and not Athena. She directed all the power to him turning into his conduit for all transactions in the place. Women were bolder, grabbing his attention with flirty banter and hungry stares. Nothing was subtle. He spent a moment alone with Athena in the back of the main room, until Donnie caught up with them. They took pictures together with hired photographers documenting the party for Donnie. It didn't take long for the champ to shoehorn his way between himself and Athena. She allowed it, a sly grin on her face as she joined a group of women.

"She's in her zone," Donnie said, glancing at his sister.

"Half the shit she says to the people goes over my head," Damian said.

"Wheeling and dealing."

"She's good. Knows a ton of people here."

"She'll keep the sharks away. For now, enjoy the anonymity," Donnie said.

Damian looked Donnie in the eye.

"You two a thing?" Donnie asked.

"Business partners."

Damian walked away before Donnie could flap his gums about anything else. Athena was a grown ass woman. Her baby brother wasn't about to lecture him on hooking up with her. She reached for Damian's hand and pulled him toward a young Black man with hooded eyes and a garish haircut to his permed blonde hair.

"Dame this is Raven X, stylist to the stars. I'm setting up an appointment for you two to get together back in L.A."

Raven X raked his eyes up and down Damian's physique.

"What are you looking for, Bad Boy tease or elegant showman?" Raven X said.

Athena tilted her head and squinted at Damian.

"I'm thinking future champion. I want his fits so crisp that they cut people in the eyes just by looking at him," she said.

Raven X nodded and stared at the top of Damian's head.

"Great head of hair. Formidable face. I'll give you a sexy fucking gladiator," Raven X said.

"I like it. Talk soon," Athena said.

She led Damian to the door.

"We're leaving?" he asked.

"Yep. Never be the last to leave the room. Smells of desperation."

"Where you two goin'?"

Donnie's blaring voice stopped their escape. Athena leveled her gaze at her brother.

"Damian's had a long night. He needs rest. We have meetings back in L.A. the moment we touch down," Athena said.

"When can I be looped in?"

Donnie's eyes flicked back and forth between them.

"We'll be in touch," Athena said.

She touched Damian's arm and he moved past her.

"Congratulations on everything tonight," Damian threw over his shoulder.

Donnie's expression appeared bewildered as they left the suite.

"Don't worry, I'll have terms and conditions lined up for you before we meet with my brother. You and I have to decide what trajectory you want for your career the next eighteen months."

"I just need some good fights lined up."

"You need more than that. We have to cultivate an image, create buzz with a catchy name—"

"Diamond Dame"

"What?"

"Diamond Dame is what I went by before I was in the pen."

They slipped into a private elevator and went up two floors. Athena eyed him from head to toe. She touched the collar of his shirt.

"Hmmm, Diamond Dame. With Raven's capable hands, you just might live up to that name. I like it. Classy. Rolls off the tongue."

"Yeah?" he said, moving in closer to her.

The elevator doors opened and Athena jumped back from him like water hitting hot grease. Mary Anne Creed stood in front of the opening dressed in a linen two-piece suit.

"Ma," Athena squeaked out. "Where are you going?"

"Well, Amara is fast asleep and Bianca is back in their suite. I'm free to go do a little gambling on the house. Where are you two headed?"

"We just came from Donnie's party."

Mary Anne checked her vintage diamond Cartier watch.

"It's not even midnight. Still early for his celebration to end," Mary Anne said with a lifted eyebrow.

"Damian and I have some business to discuss. I'm his new manager."

"Manager…?"

Athena gripped Damian's arm and pulled him out of the lift and away from her mother.

"Yes. Enjoy throwing money away," Athena called over her shoulder.

Damian glanced back at Donnie's adoptive mother. Mary Anne's sharp eyes cut into him despite the feigned pleasant look she tried to maintain.

Athena dug into her clutch and pulled out a keycard and tapped it against her suite. She led him to a busy-looking work station set up on the room's mahogany desk. Pushing back the executive chair, she plopped down and pointed to a side chair for him to pull up next to her. A laptop came to life from the touch of her hand and onscreen she had a detailed prospective typed up with his name all over it. She scrolled through several pages and stopped at one particular page.

"You whipped this all up today before the fight?" he asked.

"I'm always prepared to snatch up talent. This is just a mock up to give you an idea of what I can do. You don't have to sign anything now."

She tapped the enter key and a printer behind the laptop hummed to life and began printing up several sheets of paper. When the printer spit out the last page, Athena compiled them all and stapled two separate stacks. She handed him a copy and he listened to her go over every detail on ten full pages. His brain grew foggy with all the terminology, but he listened intently, trusting her completely. After forty minutes, she poured them both fresh glasses of water from the mini-bar and paced in front of him.

"Boxing needs excitement again, and they love an underdog story. The key is, they grow tired of that scenario after a few years. I think we should play up your background, but involve you back in your community. Do some volunteer work and talks at juvie facilities. See Donnie was able to coast on being our father's lost child, but he's been pampered and trained by a legend. Rocky isn't around anymore and now that my brother is retiring—"

"He's quitting?"

Athena gave a dismissive wave of her hand.

"Donnie is old news. His era is over. His mistake was calling himself Hollywood. The connotations made him seem elitist after awhile. Even when he won the championship, people still saw him as a privileged athlete, a nepo baby lucky enough to have my daddy's genes and access to the best that no one else did. With you—"

"I call myself Diamond, that's not elitist?"

"Not with your narrative. You were the lost jagged rock in the cold, cruel mine that became a diamond in the rough. A long prison bid and a hard-luck come-back story outshines a rich, spoiled pretty boy tale any day."

"Donnie didn't have it so easy before he was adopted by your mom."

"Is that what he told you?"

"He stayed in a group home, was in and out of foster care…"

The look on Athena's face made him clam up tight. She rested a soft hand on his shoulder.

"One of these days, I'm going to tell you about your little friend," she said.

"Tell me now. I have all night."

"No. Tonight, you will read over this contract, my mission statement for you, and you'll look for a contract lawyer on your own to go over my paperwork before you sign with me."

Damian rolled his eyes and pushed out of his seat realizing he wasn't getting any nookie.

"Don't pout. Business first, pleasure later," she said, pointing to the door.

He ambled out of her suite with his lips in a pout. She crossed her arms.

"I've got an amazing view of the strip. Champagne on ice…"

His words didn't move her.

"Goodnight Diamond Dame."

She closed the door in his face.

"I can't believe she gave me homework," he said, shuffling off to the elevator clutching onto precious papers that would elevate his life.

Back in his suite he placed the preliminary contract on the end of his bed and stripped out of his clothes. He showered, brushed and flossed his teeth before slipping into black satin sleep shorts. He grabbed a fresh bottle of chilled champagne from the suite's mini fridge and popped it open. A knock at his door surprised him. He put the champagne on the low table near the couch and padded over to the door, peeking through the keyhole. He grinned.

Opening the door he gave Athena a wide smile. She wore a thin purple overcoat and opened it for him. Underneath was a red sheer teddy that displayed everything that his mind imagined from the moment he met her.

"Hello," she purred.

She touched his chest with her index finger and pushed him back inside his suite, shutting the door behind her.

"I thought I was supposed to read over my paperwork," he teased.

"Oh you are…let's just say I'm your paperwork and I want you to enter into this contract," she said.

She dropped the coat on the floor and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"You're full of surprises," he said.

"Get used to it Diamond Dame."

He lifted Athena up in his arms and kissed her while he carried her toward his sleeping area. He kicked away the contract papers and placed her on the bed. Getting on his knees he wedged himself between her open thighs and cradled her face with his hands.

"I can't believe you're real sometimes," he said.

Her eyes flicked away as her dazzling smile blessed him once more, but he held her chin forcing her to look directly at him.

"You're the best thing to happen to me in my life, Athena. That means a lot to a man like me in the situation I'm in. I don't know what you see in me to make you give me so much."

"I see a champion who deserves a second chance at the title."

"Is it just that? Or is it about besting Donnie too?"

She touched his hand and pulled it away from her face.

"Me and Donnie are a complicated pair…and yeah, spoiling his plans for you is a part of it."

"Plans for me?"

"Controlling your narrative to protect his. By keeping you from being under his thumb I can take you to the heights that no other boxer has been. I see a documentary, a tv series, fashion, and more for your future. A fallen hero returning to his roots and taking over more than just the boxing world. My father's life was cut short from reaching his full potential. I plan on taking you far Damian Anderson."

"What's in it for you?"

"Everything."

She kissed him. Her warm, wet mouth overwhelmed him into submission on his knees. Athena stole his heart as she kissed him, their tongues soft and gentle together.

He stood up when the carpet became too scratchy for his knees. His erection comically saluted her forehead. Athena laughed and hooked her fingers into his satin shorts, pulling them off and freeing his heavy dick. Dropping to her knees, she licked the tip like it was a sweet chocolate lollipop and he nearly blew his load all over his face. Goddamn she was like a gorgeous Black Barbie doll. The dreamy pin-up girl guys beat their meat to in a fantasy world they would never see become reality. Athena was a nasty girl too, spitting and slurping all over the wide head. She licked below his frenulum and the sensitive skin there had him groaning her name.

"Athena…Athena…"

She offered her tongue and Damian squeezed pre-cum there in thick rivulets. He tilted his neck and stroked under the thick ridge of his dick, watching her pucker and kiss his slit where more clear fluid spilled onto her glossy red lips. She began throating his erection with gusto, keeping her eyes on him. He wanted to nut on her face so bad, but thought it would be too rude and aggressive for their first time together. His dick became a hot and heavy saber in his hand and he was desperate to chop down the beauty before him.

"Such a pretty face," he murmured, touching her cheek.

"You want to cum on it, don't you?"

Athena's words were so seductive and her tone was so full of lust and desire that he couldn't hold back.

"Fuck…!"

They both watched his big dick throb in his hand and spurt thick creamy semen all across the bridge of her nose and all over her lips. Athena snapped her eyes shut and slanted her head back so more of his cum could drench the side of her face. Before he could apologize for nutting unexpectedly, she wrapped her lips around his meat and sucked another nut right out. His mouth became a tight line as he held her head and helped her gobble up his dick with spectacular deep throating. He had to tap out when she fondled his balls trying to milk him for more.

She swallowed and smacked her lips.

"You have a lot of cum," she said with wet sticky lips.

She stared at his dick. It was still erect and pointing at her messy face. She took off her cute teddy and waltzed to his bathroom. Two minutes later she returned with a fresh face without cum all over it. He stayed mesmerized by the bounce of her breasts and admired her amazing figure.

"My turn," she said, pushing him down on the bed.

She climbed over his body and planted her sopping wet pussy on his lips. Every lick he gave her, he stopped to look at her slippery labia and the soft pink of her pussy. He sucked on her clit like it was a delicate berry and her keening sighs let him know he was doing the job she wanted. He gripped her thighs and held her down tight, smothering his mouth against her entire vulva.

"Yes, baby, eat my pussy…oh Damian, you're eating it so good," she panted, grinding down on his fleshy lips.

She reached behind and fisted his dick while he feasted on the sweetest pussy he ever tasted in his life. The scent between her thighs was heavenly and he inserted his tongue inside of her sweet pink walls. Athena bounced on his tongue and cursed him for how good he was. He flipped her over and nestled his face between her legs, pinning them down to control her movement. She whimpered and gazed at his wide tongue slathering her vulva. He switched up and flicked the tip of his tongue against her clit and she threw an arm over her eyes, unable to watch his entire mouth do a praise dance all over her sensitive nerve endings. His tongue spelled out his name all over her labia and clit, claiming her for himself.

"Ohmigod…Damian…I'm cumming baby! You're making me cum all in your mouth…oh God!"

Her thighs snapped around his head and he hung on, keeping his thick lips pressed against her clit giving it small circles. His head and neck rocked and rolled with all of her flailing limbs on the bed. She was strong so he had to put some muscle on her to keep her from flying across the room with her orgasm. He pinched the tips of her nipples and she cursed him yet again with her thighs shaking uncontrollably.

It took a few minutes for her body to simmer back down and he made note that she was multi-orgasmic. He felt like a lucky sonofabitch.

"I was not expecting that," she huffed out. "You can go for a long time. Jesus!'

Damian raised his body up to be closer to her on the bed. She was covered in sweat and strands of her hair clung to her cheeks in damp ringlets. Brushing back her hair, Athena rolled over to lay her head against his chest. They cuddled quietly, watching the lights of the strip twinkling their seductive call to gamble and dance. When her breathing settled, they kissed and he fondled her breasts. Her eyes became glassy and her gently fingered her pussy, watching her expression to learn what she liked for research purposes. He liked nice plump titties and a tight pussy. She had both. His calloused fingers created the perfect friction she needed and he pleasured her vulva and slick walls until her pussy clenched around his two curled fingers.

"That's my good girl," he said, gazing at her beautiful face as her mouth dropped open from the intense release. "My dick will feel even better once you let me put it in this pretty pussy."

He looked at the bald shiny vulva of her Brazilian wax and his mouth watered. He'd never had a hairless pussy before. It didn't even feel real and he was captivated by the smooth slickness.

"Will you let me nut all over this pussy?"

Athena's mouth still gaped open and his words had her pussy throbbing all over his fingers.

"I'll take that as a yes," he said. "So tight and wet. Can I make a big ole mess inside of here too?"

"Oh!"

Athena almost collapsed on herself riding out her wave of pleasure.

"I know this pussy will squeeze my big dick so good."

He moved his fingers a little to extend her release and pressed his thumb into her clit hard.

"I'll smack these big nuts against that ass too…make you cum all over my balls."

She was like putty in his hands. He pulled out his fingers and licked them. God she tasted even better than before. How was that possible? He allowed her to rest while he kissed and licked her all over, sucking on her toes while he played with his dick for her. Her eyes traced every part of his body and the lust she had for it was quite evident. He felt the same way about hers. They were built for each other.

After caressing her curves and valleys, he pulled her on top of him to feel skin on skin warmth. Her hair fanned out all across his neck and he sniffed the fragrant hair oil she coated her tresses with. Jasmine and maybe rose oil mixed in.

They both fell asleep until the morning sun rose up, the light falling across their naked bodies like a cozy yellow blanket.

Athena slid down his chest and engulfed the head of his penis in wet warmth, bobbing her head while he touched her hair. He said nothing when she climbed on top of him and slid her pussy down his length unsheathed. Her eyes didn't have desire or lust in them anymore…no, something else more powerful watched him as she went up and down on him so slow that his toes curled. His dick had her pussy stretched and talking. She had his shaft shiny and bewitched and once she started gyrating around and kissing his neck, he was mentally gone. God had to be looking out for him to bring her into his life.

Damian sat up and held Athena close. They rocked together on the bed face to face, staring into each other's eyes within a protective fortress of lovemaking. The world outside had vanished and there was only bliss for them inside. He would do anything this woman asked him to do for the rest of his days on earth.

"Fuck…Athena…"

Her ass cheeks felt slippery and wet from their natural lubrication flowing so freely on his lap. He was on the verge of ejaculating.

"'Bout to cum…"

She held the nape of his neck and pressed her forehead against his.

"Cum in my pussy," she whispered into his mouth.

"You sure?"

"Please. I want to feel you cumming inside me."

He groaned and thrust up into her faster, simply luxuriating in the snug hold she had on his dick. He lifted her by her hips and spread his legs more to get deeper inside.

"Don't ever leave me, Damian," she whispered.

He bucked into her hard and clasped her back with anchoring arms as a powerful flow surged from his balls and through his dick.

"I'd never leave you, Athena…you're my woman…"

She cried out and he shouted with her as his orgasm raced after hers.

"Oh my fucking God!" he hollered into her neck as hard throbs pushed hot cum into her pussy.

His body jerked several times and she trembled in his arms. Gasping together in a tangle of arms and legs and loving words, Damian and Athena shocked their own senses with the passion of their sex. She pulled away from him and sat back on her rump. He looked at her vulva. Her inner labia were plump and spread wide. Her pink opening still had the round gaping cavern of where his dick stretched her. Some of his creamy white semen spilled out in a gush. She played with it, smearing it all over her labia and clit.

He stroked her thigh.

"You can consider all that my signature for our contract," he said.

She laughed and held her labia open for him to see the continuous running trail of cum he put in her.

"It's so warm in my pussy," she said.

He snuggled up to her and they kissed for a long time before his stomach grumbled. Damian ordered room service for them and he had everything set up after Athena showered and walked out wearing one of his clean t-shirts. A full Creole-styled breakfast with champagne and cranberry juice was eaten on the bed. There was no rush to be anywhere. Athena's family was busy doing their own thing inside their suites. They ate their fill and snuggled under the covers together, letting the air-conditioner run giving them an excuse to spoon in body heat.

By noon Damian had his dick back inside of her raw under the covers, hitting it from his side with her back pressed into him. He whispered the filthiest things in her ear and fucked her like he missed her, like she had been waiting for him to get out of prison. Athena took that dick and choked it with her pussy. He fucked her within an inch of her life like he had something to prove. Damian put it down so good that she started sobbing and begged him to fuck her harder. He had vacillated between gentle and hard lovemaking, and Athena seemed to enjoy both ways, but her tears ushered in a pistoning of his hips to give her what she wanted.

Shoving her face down on top of the covers, he kept his hand on her neck and slammed into her perky ass. His back shots kept her cheeks clapping and his balls slapping. He glanced across the room at the mirrored closet doors and locked eyes with Athena. She watched him power drill into her with the happiest expression on her face. He slapped her ass hard several times and those round brown cheeks bounced in his palm like jello.

Damian wondered if she was one of those types that liked the idea of fucking a nigga fresh out the pen. She liked the way he talked dirty to her, his aggression exciting her with those tight pussy clenches she gave him. Didn't they say good girls always liked fucking with bad boys until they married a good boy later in life once they got all that illicitness out of their system?

Nah. Athena wasn't the good boy type. She knew how to talk greasy to people using fancy big words. He witnessed that at Donnie's celebration party. Beneath her perfect society princess façade was a gangster at heart. She had a cunning ruthlessness hidden under the calm, calculated exterior. Watching her face as he clapped her cheeks he recognized what she needed in a man. Someone who could control her in bed. Make her submit. Those tears weren't just from pleasure: she cried because she found the one man who could dominate her soul.

She arched her back and he pressed his hands lower on her spine. He circled his waist and she bit the covers and clawed the sheets. He spanked her with enough force to make her head jolt forward.

"Look at me," he demanded.

She turned her head and her dewy eyes stared back at him.

"Throw my pussy on this dick."

Her eyes widened at him claiming her pussy as his. A sparkle of joy glinted off her dark irises. He smacked her left ass cheek when she didn't move fast enough. Halting his thrusts, Damian looked down at her ass.

"That wasn't a suggestion," he said.

He didn't need to raise his voice, just shifted the tone the way he did when he was in prison and another inmate wanted to bother him out in the yard just to test him. They always found out that his soft controlled timbre could be backed up with brutal force. Athena picked up on that and jiggled her backside, sliding off his dick to position herself better before sliding back on his stiffness.

"Like that?" she asked.

Damn she fucked good. How many lames had she wasted prime pussy on before him? She chewed on her bottom lip until she had the best rhythm going for him and he grunted each time her cheeks slapped against his hard body.

"Is that good for you?" she cooed.

He didn't answer and that encouraged her to show out for him to get a reaction. His balls ached to cum.

"Fuck that shit Athena…"

She wiggled and he closed his eyes.

"Bitch, I said fuck this dick."

He pushed her face down again, had her body all the way on her stomach and started pounding her in that position until she screamed into the pillow her final orgasm of the day with him. The tight rings of her pussy tugging on his dick gave him permission to flood her with another eruption of semen. He dropped onto her back gulping all the air he could to help him tumble over next to her in a weakened heap.

Athena rolled against him again and clutched onto his chest, her fingernails softly circling the hairs around his left nipple.

"We gotta take a break," he said, "I know your pussy is sore because I was wearing that thang out."

She chuckled.

"I haven't been fucked this well in a long time," she said.

"Just well?"

"We have to go a few more times to see if this was just first time luckiness, or if my back will forever be blown out by you."

"Forever?" he said, looking down at her face.

"Is this a one and done, Damian?"

The hesitation in her voice proved to him that she had met her match and didn't want it to slip through her fingers.

"No one will ever take your place, Athena. Hear me? You're my angel."

Her eyes welled up, and she cried.

"Hey…hey…baby…," he said cuddling her closer.

"You're the one thing I have in my life right now that's just all mine," she said. "I don't want to lose that."

"I ain't going nowhere. Hey…look at me…I'm here for the long haul. You're the head that turns this body. When I get into the ring again, I'm going to bring you boxing heads on a platter until I prove all of your faith in me. You're the only person who stepped out on my behalf to help me without question. From day one. I have to repay you for that."

"What happens after you become champion?"

"Whatever we want."

He held her tight until she fell asleep in his arms, assuring her that they were a united team.

"It's you and me against the world, Athena," he whispered into her ear as she slumbered.

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Carol Danvers gets her powers entangled with those of Kamala Khan and Monica Rambeau, forcing them to work together to save the universe.

It's all very frantic with the usual planet destroying, absurd weapons and the universe naturally being at stake. The short running time makes itfeel more like an extended TV episode.

I wonder how everyone involved agreed to realise the singing planet. In combination with Kamala Khan it felt too much like a Disney family film. With a touch of fanfiction.

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She Keeps Me Warm

Pairing: Valkyrie/Brunnhilde x fem!Reader

Words: ~1.3k

Summary: Hilde gets a little jealous after you hang out with Nat and Bruce.

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content (edging, fingering, f receiving oral sex, edging), jealous Val, cute alcohol fueled antics, SMUT!!!! 18+ ONLY!!!!

A/N: Thanks to the nonnie who sent me an ask for a jealous Val fic. I’d been having trouble coming up with something to write for her and this was great!! I also have a planned threesome fic with her and Carol that is going to murder me, so let’s all look forward to that one.

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Hilde was glaring at you from across the table.

Bruce and Nat had decided to visit  Tønsberg on a whim, and as happy she had been to see the big man, you had been flirting with Nat the entire time. Sure, she had lived a very interesting life, and you were always great at small talk, but you were laughing way too hard at her stories.

Now you were babbling with her in Russian, which Hilde didn’t even know you spoke, and she had to do her best to focus on what Bruce was trying to say to her.

“Hey, angry girl, you still with me?” He said, giving her a grin when she turned back to him.

“Yeah, big guy. I think it’s almost time to turn in though. How much vodka have the two of them had?”

“Yeah, c’mon Romanoff, we’ve gotta get up early.” He said with a shake of his head, drawing her to her feet as she whined and cursed at him in Russian.

“Ok, you too, Y/N.”

“Aww, du fikk det kjære.” Great, you were speaking Norwegian now. “Jeg elsker deg så mye.”

She sighed as she started to drag you out of the bar, your own legs not up to the task of carrying you. “Jeg elsker deg også, Y/N.”

You were giggling like an idiot as the two of you headed back to your little cabin, Hilde eventually losing patience and tossing you over her shoulder, making you let out a whoop. She jumped when you started slapping out a rhythm on her ass, singing a stupid song to yourself about it, still in Norwegian.

“No more vodka for you.” She huffed after she kicked your door open, dropping you onto the couch with a squeal.

“Du er ikke morsom.” You grumbled, blowing a raspberry at her as you struggled to take your sweater off. 

“I’m loads of fun, but you, you’re too much.”  She watched you try to extricate yourself from your sweater for about a minute before rolling her eyes and moving to help you. How you managed to get your head stuck in your sleeve was a mystery. “You enjoy flirting with that little redhead all night?”

“Ha, er du sjalu?” You were making grabby hands at her as you gave her a stupid, sloppy grin that devolved into a frown as you struggled with unbuttoning your jeans.

“Are... are you just gonna speak Norwegian the rest of the night then? Is that what you’re doing?” She started to unbutton her flannel as she watched you roll around as you tried to remove your jeans. “And I’m not jealous!”

You snorted at her as you finally managed to get out of your jeans. “Løgner.”

She caught you when you almost fell off the sofa as you tried to remove your bra, wrapping a hand around your arm. Her other hand moved to grip your jaw, tilting your head up so she could look into your eyes.

“How drunk are you?”

“Been worse.” You mumbled before nipping at the pad of her thumb.

“English, good.” She murmured, a smirk teasing her lips as she stepped forward and pressed her lips to yours. “Cause I want you to know exactly what I’m doing when I take you apart.”

“Oh, shit.” You moaned, gasping when she slid a hand down your torso until she could shove her fingers into your panties.

“Yeah, shit.” She purred in your ear, her fingers sliding easily through your slick coated folds. “Imagine how I must have felt watching you put your hands all over Nat, and let her put her hands all over you. You like acting like a little slut, baby?”

You whined as she slid two fingers inside you, digging your hands into the couch cushions as she stretched you open. Lewd squelches filled the tiny living room as she fucked you, sliding her digits in and out of you easily and curling them against that spot that made your eyes roll back in your skull.

She slid another finger into you and started brushing her thumb over your clit softly, grinning into your neck as you started whimpering. Your breath started to hitch and your pussy started clenching around her fingers as she brought you closer.

Suddenly her hand was gone, your orgasm receding as you let out a pathetic whine, huffing and turning to glare at her as she circled the couch. She just winked at you as she licked her fingers clean, moving to kneel in front of you and ignoring your pouting.

“Seems like you need a little reminder of whose pussy this is baby.” She started pressing soft kisses to the insides of your thighs as you squirmed with need.

Her fingers hooked under the sides of your panties and drew them off you in one swift motion before diving in. A shiver radiated from your core as she ran her tongue over your slit in a heavy stripe, lashing kitten licks over your clit and holding your hips down so your couldn’t writhe against her face.

“So much better when you hold still baby.” She cooed, grinning as you mewled pathetically. “Tell me whose pussy this is baby.”

“Hilde!” The cry you let out was absolutely wanton, your breath coming in needy little pants as she took you apart.

“That’s right sweetheart, all fucking mine.”

Her tongue thrust into you without warning, curling against that sweet spot that made you almost pass out. You felt a coil forming in your abdomen, warmth spreading from your core fast as you held onto the couch for dear life.

“Fuck, I’m so close. Don’t stop. Shit, oh god right there.” You were babbling like an idiot as you felt a wave of pleasure looming over you.

She felt you clench and grinned, sitting back on her heels and denying your orgasm again as you screamed with frustration. Her smile was wicked as she watched you sob, a sweaty, needy mess who was sagging into the couch.

“Say you’re sorry, and I’ll let you come.” She ran her fingers over her face slowly, cleaning your slick off her chin and sucking it into her mouth with a satisfied smirk.

“But I didn’t do anything!” You whined, kicking your feet like an angry toddler and squeezing your knees together to help relieve the throbbing ache between your thighs.

“I don’t care, say it anyway.” She sank next to you and nuzzled into your neck, tracing a trickle of sweat with her tongue and grinning as you whimpered. “C’mon baby, otherwise I’m just gonna edge you all night until you can’t even think.”

“Ugh, I hate you.” You rolled your head to pout at her and frowned when she gave you a wicked grin. “Fine, I’m sorry I flirted with Nat.”

“Oh, good girl.” She purred, wrenching your legs apart and shoving three fingers inside you with no preparation. “Now I’m gonna make you come fast, then I’m gonna sit on that pretty face until you pass out.”

Her palm ground against your clit and you wailed, your entire body vibrating around her fingers and your release soaking her up to the elbow as you came violently. You yelped when she scooped you up and flung you over her shoulder with a wicked grin, singing her own little song about how she was going to absolutely ruin you as she carried you to the bedroom.

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[fluffyprettykitty]

nsfw alphabet for valkyrie pls!

Pairing: Brunnhilde x reader

Word Count: 1700 words

Warnings: mention of rough sex, sex toys, oral, fingerfucking, praise kink, daddy kink, scissoring, exhibitionism, if I missed anything major let me know!

Author’s Note: tried to keep the reader a little bit gender-neutral for this one.

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Main Masterlist ・❥・Valkyrie Masterlist

NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

NSFW ALPHABET

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Brunnhilde likes taking her time cuddling you and pulling you closer, kissing your arms and collarbones. Tracing all of your skin with her lips and praising you nonstop about how good you were for her. She makes you all nice and clean and checks your body for bruises and any injuries after any particular rougher playtime. 

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Her favorite part about herself is her arms and her general body strength, she likes knowing she can overpower you at any moment and she loves pinning you down. Brunnhilde prefers a partner with an expert mouth, she likes someone who is obedient mostly and knows how to use their tongue to their benefit. 

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Brunnhilde knows her way around the universe and she has some very nice magical strap-ons that can produce that white liquid she loves using on her lover, loves someone who is cum obsessed as much as the next dom. She also likes finishing, again and again, consecutive orgasms are her preference for both herself and her lover. 

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

Her dirty secret is that she loves being praised. She loves to know she did a good job and has blown your mind, she wants each performance to be different and better than before. She puts a lot of thought into her sex marathon sessions and she wants her partner to full that to the most extent. 

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Brunnhilde is very experienced. Her long life has given the perfect insight into many different sex trends and many different kinds of loves of all types of alien species. She knows everything there is to know. 

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Scissoring. She loves suffocating you with her thigh while riding you to oblivion, watching you struggle and pant underneath her. She is into beautiful things and she loves maintaining eye contact during the act also she likes watching that bliss in your face that other positions don’t quite allow her to. 

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

She likes making jokes, she is a natural jokester anyway and she loves knowing her partner is relaxed during the act. The longer the session, the more jokes she cracks, never at the expense of her lover even though sometimes she is known for reciting battle stories while deep inside you. 

H = Hair (how well-groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Immacutaly well-groomed. Brunnhilde’s skin is softer and smoother than any velvet. She loves her grooming time and she wants the same for you. She would never say no to a nice long bath session and a spa night. Applying lotions to each other is one of her favorite bonding moments. 

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

She is very intimate during the moment because she is after all a very well-hidden hopeless romantic. She loves repeating how much she loves you, she loves praising you and breaking her act to remind you that you are the most beautiful creature in the world while destroying you. She is known to tenderly caress your face when her other moments are much rougher. 

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Brunnhilde has no qualms when it comes to masturbating. If she feels horny enough she won’t hesitate to go to the bathroom and rub herself silly. She also famously likes doing while piloting her ship, something about looking at the vastness of the universe while her fingers are deep inside her makes her very delirious. Her favorite way to do it is sitting with one leg on the floor, one pushed on a surface for balance, and one hand over her breast. 

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

She loves being called daddy, it drives her wild. And she loves to hear your voice. Loves repeating questions until you answer them. Basically, she refuses to be quiet during a sex session. 

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere. She truly doesn’t mind where as long as you have some relative privacy. She is not a shy girl if she feels like fingering you or having you eat her out in public she expects you to do that. She loves any space as long as she can be a little vocal about it. 

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Moaning. Knowing what effect she has on you. Even if you let out a sigh for another reason it would turn Brunnhilde on, she loves her sounds and especially any vowels that come out of your pretty mouth. Also watching you getting more and more desperate for it. 

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

She would never do anything that made you uncomfortable. She is really good at picking up social cues and the minute she felt like anything could upset you she would stop and ask you if you are alright. 

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

She loves pleasing you, especially in the early mornings or if she feels particularly hungry for you at any moment. She has long been an expert at it and most importantly she loves taking her time doing it and doesn’t stop until you are shaking and trembling. She loves receiving it as well but for her is only part of the foreplay and never the full meal. 

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Her pace is vigorous. She loves going fast and rough at it. She wants it that way, she loves watching her partner come undone but there are moments she loves staying slow and sensual, dragging orgasm after orgasm out of you. But her to-go thing is the rough one so she always makes sure to train you to her pleasure and benefit.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Only between boring bureaucratic meetings, is sometimes the only reason she will agree to go on one as long as during the break she gets to have a taste. Sometimes, if you are wearing something new she would have to taste it out immediately, and usually she doesn’t leave a place without having first fucked you at least once inside it. 

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Brunnhilde is hella risky. She loves experiments, she loves new toys, new positions, new places, and even new lovers. She would never hesitate to say yes to an orgy and she would always try to match her partner to her taste. Once she spots something new she will have it. 

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Her mythical nature gives Brunnhilde the benefit of going round after round. She loves her longer session, anything less than an hour is a waste of time for her. For her to feel properly satisfied she needs two hours maximum and maybe a nap or a bath between sessions. 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Brunnhilde owns a lot of toys. From golden ones to ones filled with precious rare gems, she has all the range. She loves working them on a partner but what she loves the most is watching her lover on her bed naked and trying their toys while she instructs them on what to do. Usually with her legs open wide and slowly eating her grapes. 

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Brunnhilde likes teasing but she doesn’t particularly like to be teased. She is going to fuck you, there’s no way she won’t at least twice in the day. But she does like getting you riled up just to hear you whine for her. She likes knowing you are always horny and ready and aching for her. 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Oh, she can get very loud. And she expects the same from you, and if you are not being loud she will make sure you are. Brunnhilde is truly relentless about it. She makes a mix of groans and moans, with her nostrils flaring and deep growls coming from her. She loves hearing the slapping sound of skin on skin and she loves hearing your wetness as she is pushing her fingers inside you. She doesn’t like anything being quiet, especially not her own self. 

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Mirrors. She loves her instructions and she loves having you in her lap fingering you and pleasuring you while you can see exactly what she can do to you. Also, she is a little bit into exhibitionism, she loves knowing she can have you anywhere and that anyone and everyone could potentially hear you or see you both coming undone. 

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Her body is shaped like a goddess. She is coming straight from a legendary tale anyway and her body can’t help but reflect that. Strong muscles and even stronger thighs wrapping around the most statuesque body you could ever gaze upon. 

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Brunnhilde’s sex drive is very high. She loves getting it and chasing it and loves pleasuring you mostly all the time, day and night. The best time for her is simply always, anytime, and anywhere. 

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

Brunnhilde is never the first to fall asleep. She loves watching your face, watching you relax until you fall into a deep slumber, your muscles relaxing and cuddling closer to her. She spends her time caressing your face and dreaming of her future and past in between quieter moments. Waking up and sleeping with you in her arms is her favorite thing in the world. 

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[flightlessangelwings]

Kinktober Day 7- Toys

Valkyrie x fem!reader (no use of y/n)

Word Count- 965

Warnings- smut (18+ only), established relationship, slight voyeurism, masturbation, toys

Notes- Valkyrie my love!!! I had a lot of fun writing this one too!! List provided by the lovely @the-purity-pen​ (and also thank you for your input with this one too)!

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“Sorry I’m so late, love,” Valkyrie walked through the doorway of your shared bedroom, “Meetings ran late and you would not believe how stupid some of these countries leaders are…” she stopped in her tracks when she saw you spread out on the bed with just a sheet to cover your body. 

You had a glazed over expression on your face, and you looked like you rushed to cover yourself up. One arm pinned the sheet to your body while the other was hidden underneath. Even through the cover, Valkyrie saw the way your chest rose and fell with your deep breaths, and her skin heated up as she studied the outline of your figure through the sheet.

“It’s alright babe,” your voice was soft yet strained, “I must have fallen asleep…”

A smirk lit up her face, “Is that so?” her voice dropped as she swaggered over to the bed and ghosted her fingers over your body, “So I wouldn’t find any surprises under the sheet now, would I?”

There was a challenge in her eyes, and it made you swallow hard, “N-no…” You didn’t even convince yourself with that reply.

“Oh come now, doll,” Valkyrie purred, “Why don’t you be a good girl for me and show me what I’ve been missing today?”

You couldn’t help the moan that escaped your lips as she ran her hand up your leg and cupped at your core through the sheet. Your eyes fluttered shut and you dropped your head down onto the pillow as Valkyrie teased the toy that sat nestled inside you. 

“Val…” you breathed as you slowly rocked your hips in the same rhythm as she cupped at your cunt.

“Look at me,” she whispered.

Instantly, you blinked your eyes open, too weak against her to deny anything she asked of you. As your eyes met hers, you let out a gasp at how sexy she looked in the perfectly tailored suit she still wore. Her gaze burned into you, and without another word, you slowly pushed the sheet down to reveal your naked body inch by inch.

Just like Valkyrie liked to tease you, you decided to tease her back and moved the sheet down agonizingly slowly.  First, you revealed your collarbones, then your breasts, then your stomach. With every new part of you exposed, you saw her swallow hard and fight to keep herself in control. As much as she was your weakness, you were hers.

“Baby you’re so beautiful,” she whispered as he took her hand away and pulled the sheet the rest of the way down to reveal your pussy with a clear dildo stuff inside. “Very beautiful,” her voice dropped as she positioned herself between your parted legs. 

“Val… Please…”

She smirked again and it made your pussy clench around the toy, “Since you asked so nicely, dear…”

Valkyrie leaned forward so that she was on all fours overtop of you, her leg positioned right at your cunt. The moment her knee made contact with the base of the dildo, you let out a loud moan and bucked your hips along her leg. You grabbed ahold of her arms on either side of you as you rutted against her. 

“That’s my girl,” she cooed as she watched you desperately fuck yourself. Her own arousal burned within her, but she saved it off. Right now, Valkyrie just wanted to watch you come undone for her.

“Please,” you begged, “Need more… Need you…”

Valkyrie cupped the side of your face and soothed you, “I’ve got you, love,” she whispered before she leaned forward and captured your lips with hers in a heated kiss. She swallowed the moan you let out as she lowered herself to cover your body with hers.

Suddenly filled with her own desperation, Valkyrie kissed her way down your body until she reached your pussy. She paused for a moment and admired the sight of how your lips wrapped around the clear toy, but a needy whine broke her out of her thoughts. She could admire you when she was done with you, and really savor the way you look after she thoroughly wrecked you. 

She leaned forward again and placed a soft kiss on your pussy before she dared her tongue out and tasted your cunt. You screamed in pleasure as he lapped at your clit a few times, but you didn’t have the chance to fully relish the feeling before she abruptly pulled back.

You let out a whimper as you felt the climax that already started to build disappear. But, Valkyrie didn’t leave you hanging for long, and without warning, she grabbed the dildo and thrusted it in and out of you at a fast and harsh pace. You dropped your head down and cried as she filled you with the toy over and over again.

Before long, you felt your orgasm start to build again and tears filled your eyes as you felt your entire body warm, “Val… I’m gonna…”

“Come on, doll,” she purred as she sped up her pace, “Cum for me… Be my good girl.”

That was all it took to send you completely over the edge. With a loud scream and your fists tightly clutching the sheet, you came hard. Your body trembled as she hit that sweet spot inside you over and over again with the toy until you felt so wonderfully overwhelmed.

When you whimpered, Valkyrie slowed her thrusts, but left the toy buried inside you, “That’s my girl,” she cooed as she hovered over you once more, “You know, I like coming home to this,” she said before she kissed you again.

You smiled against her, “Let me repay the favor?” you asked in a sultry tone.

“Later,” she smirked, “I’m not done with you yet…”

[peterbarnes]

Promise

Summary: Based on this request- could you do one of Valkyrie x reader!? where the reader is Bruce’s daughter so Valkyrie and Bruce are good friends and he introduces his daughter to her and they (Val and reader) sneak around hiding their relationship from Bruce.

Word Count: 1.3k

Warnings: Implied smut

Masterlist

After the blip, Bruce had tried so hard to keep the team together. He reached out to everyone, trying to get them to stay upstate, maybe even rebuild the compound. But everyone splintered off into their own journeys, and the Avengers were officially no more.

You could see how much it had hurt him. The Avengers were his family, the first people other than you to not judge him for his... alter ego.

Yet, because of his years on Sakaar, he kept a close friend in Valkyrie. They visited each other often, back and forth from Norway to New York. You had never gone with him to see her, but after Thor detailed the journey and painted the picture for you of your nearly larger-than-life father in the back of a small truck, knees tucked tightly to his chest, you knew you needed to see it for yourself.

So, even though you hated sitting backward while traveling, you happily kept your head turned towards him as the driver drove you up the hills of Norway towards New Asgard.

It was hardly what you expected. When you thought of Asgard, you thought of grandiose mythology. Of towering golden castles, brave warriors, and Gods. Not creaky cabins and old goats that looked as if their legs would give out any minute.

"Asgard is a people, not a place," your dad told you once he saw the confused look on your face.

"Uh-huh," you let out, not really buying that whole mantra.

The truck parked at the edge of the village, right next to what looked like barrels of beer. At least, that's what it smelled like as you opened the door and made your way outside.

You watched as your dad struggled to get out of the trunk without completely tipping the car over. His glasses nearly slid off his face, but he pushed them up once his feet were flat on the ground and flashed you a sheepish smile.

His eyes drifted slightly to the side of where you stood and a smile took over his green features.

"Hey, big girl!" He called, waving to someone behind you and nearly taking out a tree branch that was growing right next to him.

You turned around and were met with a beautiful woman, her dark hair twisted into a braid that curved the side of her face, ending right after her smile. You tried to compose yourself, but you must have looked as dumbstruck as you felt because her smile quickly melted into a smirk.

"Valkyrie," she stated confidently, sticking her hand out. You took it in your own and shook it, trying to ignore how soft her skin was and how much you loved the feel of your hand in hers.

"And you?" She asked.

"[Y/N]... I'm [Y/N]."

She shifted her hand so that her fingers wrapped around yours before she lifted them up to her face and pressed a soft kiss to your knuckles. You could've sworn your throat let out some sort of flustered squeak at the gesture.

"Lovely to meet you," she responded, her voice deep and silky.

This was a woman who knew exactly what she was doing.

"You guys will be such great friends!"

It was as if as soon as you saw her, the rest of your surroundings had blurred like an out of focus camera. You had nearly forgotten your father was even there before he bulldozed his way next to you and Valkyrie, beaming.

Oh, wow, he really is clueless. I thought Nat was just being overdramatic.

Valkyrie chuckled, and you imagined she had thought something similar to you.

"I'd love to show her around if that's alright. You make yourself comfortable, Bruce, we got you a bigger cabin."

She nodded her head towards one at the end of the hill. It was at least ten feet taller than all the other cabins that littered the area.

"Perfect. Have fun, you guys."

He shot you a dorky thumbs up before making his way towards the cabin.

Once he was a good distance away, Valkyrie turned back to you, her eyes glistening with mischief.

"Wanna start the tour with my house?"

"Sounds good to me," you stumbled out excitedly.

Valkyrie grabbed your hand before rushing you over to her house and slamming the door behind the two of you.

-

This routine went on for a few days- Valkyrie telling Bruce she was just showing you around the village or introducing you to certain people when in reality, she was taking you back to her place and locking her lips with yours for hours upon hours. And what blissful hours those were. You would lay there beside her afterward, tangled in her satin sheets, and think about how alive she made you feel.

It's so easy to feel numb around the Avengers- you were always supposed to help them with whatever adventure they had gone on. Monitor the comms, direct them through missions, update their gear. You never had time to focus on yourself, to be selfish, and just live the way you wanted to. That was something your dad never understood. Work was his life, so he just assumed it was yours too. Even though the team had come to a tragic end, you couldn't help but look at it as a blessing in disguise since it led you here.

You were so lost in your thoughts, fingers subconsciously running up and down the smooth arm of the woman lying next to you, that you barely registered the door to Valkyrie's room fly open.

"Hey, girls-"

You watched what felt like in slow-motion as your dad’s eyes traveled to the bed in the center of the small room, where you and Valkyrie laid, covered by nothing but the thin blanket.

"Shit," she mumbled.

You, however, were a bit more freaked out, shrieking as you clutched the blanket to your chest.

"OH!" your father hollered at the sight of you two, slapping his hand to eyes to cover them.

"uh, uh, uh" he kept repeating, unsure of how to continue.

"Get out!" You yelled.

"Right! Right!"

Your dad turned around to leave, but because his eyes were still blocked by his ginormous hand, you thought he would end up smacking into the door. Instead, he ran straight through it, a hulk-shaped hole left in it as he fled the scene.

"oh my god," you breathed out, burying your face into your hands in embarrassment. "Val, I'm so sorry-"

"Are you kidding me? That was fucking hilarious," she chuckled, her shoulders laid back on the pillow, nonchalant.

You lifted your head from your hands and glared at her.

"Not funny."

She rolled her eyes playfully before sitting up again, her brown eyes staring straight into yours.

"Look," she started, her voice a bit smaller. "I usually just do hook-ups, one night stands, whatever, but... I like you. I want to get to know you, outside of just a few stolen hours. Great hours, by the way, like, holy shit, so good. But, I'm glad your dad knows because it means this is really happening. You and me."

She trailed off and fingered with the blanket, clearly not used to wearing her heart on her sleeve in this way. Her vulnerability surprised you, you always thought it would take way longer to get past the steel armor she always wore. But the tough girl act faded and what you saw was an unsure woman who was just scared of giving her heart away and having it given back to her. So instead, you cupped her heart in your hands and tucked it away in your pocket.

"I'm glad he knows too," you confessed. "I mean, I wish he had learned in a better way, but I like you too."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

You both beamed at each other before leaning in and capturing each other's lips in a kiss. It was gentle and intimate, her lips running over yours smoothly. But more than anything, it was a promise. A promise for a future your heart had ached for. A future that was about to become a reality.

[cookiepotofchaos]

'Best Friends' will always be my favourite Cold Case episode because of Tessa Thompson as Billie Doucette.

Sadly, given the premise of Cold Case, it did have a sad ending but what is fanfic for if not ignoring and expanding on canon?

[letsmellowjello]

She’s With Me

Pairings: Valkyrie (Modern) x Fem!Reader

Warnings: harassment, drunkenness, sexual assault, pressure

Summary: You’re at a party when someone pressures you to go upstairs with them, but thankfully a stranger saves you.

Notes: This is really short and I didn’t hate the idea so I decided to write this to just get something out there, you know? Also please note that I have never been to a frat party so I have no idea if what I’m describing is accurate. The gif isn’t mine

Masterlist ~ Prompts/Requests

The floor shook with the pounding base and the dancing, or rather the jumping and grinding of everybody at the party. The air was thick with the smell of sweat, alcohol, and smoke. You stumbled through the crowds of people and had trouble seeing with the ever-changing colorful lights. One of the frats at your university was throwing a party that your friends wanted to go to. You weren’t a huge fan of big parties like this, but it was better than sitting alone in your dorm miserable and lonely. 

So there you were, slightly drunk and disoriented. All you wanted to do was find a bathroom, get your friends, and leave. But you had lost your friends pretty much as soon as you got in the front door of the frat house and there weren’t exactly any signs pointing you to the bathroom. You tried to ask some people but they either couldn’t hear you or were too busy sucking the lips off of whoever was nearest. 

As you struggled on, you could feel yourself getting more and more uncomfortable with the bodies and alcohol that surrounded you on all sides. 

“Hey!” You shouted to somebody who you recognized as a brother of the frat and didn’t look too drunk or busy with someone else. “Where’s the bathroom?”

“What?” He shouted back.

“Where! Is! The! Bathroom!?” You shouted each word as clearly as you could and the boy seemed to understand.

“Upstairs and to the left!”

“Thank you!” You left the boy and made your way towards the stairs. As you pushed your way through all the party-goers you were jostled and somewhere along the way somebody spilled their drink on you.

“Oh crap! Ugh gross!” You looked down at your shirt that was now stained with beer. Dazed and confused, you finally made it to the stairs. Just as you started up it and passed all of the couples making out every couple of steps against the wall, a tall boy blocked your path.

“Hello there, beautiful. Where are you going?”

“I just need to use the bathroom. Can you help me find it?”

“Oh don’t worry darling, I can help you find much more than that.” In your current state you were completely oblivious of the red flags and alarm bells going off in your brain telling you that this was a very unsafe situation.

“Yes please, thank you.” You followed the boy up the stairs and onto the second floor. He led you down a hallway and stopped right before a door.

“Here we are.”

“Great thanks-” You moved to go through the door into what you assumed would be the bathroom but the boy grabbed your arm. “Hey what are you-? I need to wash my shirt!”

“Oh trust me baby, you won’t be needing that shirt.” He gripped your arms roughly and pushed you against the wall. You tried to yell but his mouth was already on yours. The panic was rising inside you as he pushed himself on you. You struggled but the boy was much bigger than you and much stronger. Finally you managed to push him off and get away.

“What the hell? Why would you even do that?” 

“You looked like you needed some help. And I didn’t see any boy around.” He didn’t even look deterred my your obvious rejection of his advances and he just shrugged.

“Why does that even matter? And besides I’m already with someone.” That was a lie, you weren’t dating anyone but you hoped that the suggestion of already being romantically involved with someone would put him off.

“I don’t believe you. If you’re with someone then where are they?” He chided and moved uncomfortably closer to you. You backed away from him until your back hit the wall. You were trapped. You were trapped and he would get you.

“She’s with me, douchebag.” And there she was: your guardian angel. Then the boy was on the floor with a bloody nose and your savior was kicking him in the stomach. You were in shock and couldn’t do anything more than just stand there. “Don’t you ever” kick “touch” kick “another” kick “woman” kick “like that” kick “ever again! Do you hear me?” 

“Jesus Christ lady! Ok ok!” He put his arms out to block anymore kicks and struggled to his feet. “You know you really missed out on a great night,” He said to you.

“Get out of here!” The girl who had saved you made a move towards him which sent him careening down the other end of the hallway to get away from the two of you. “Are you feeling alright? Did he hurt you?” She immediately turned to you and began checking on you to make sure that you were okay. 

“Y-yeah I’m fine thank you, just a little dazed is all. Who are you?”

“Oh my name is Valkyrie, you can call me Val. Are you here by yourself?”

“No... my friends are around here somewhere, but they’re probably all busy and won’t want to leave just yet.”

“Do you want me to walk you home? The dorms aren’t too far from here and I don’t think you should stay at this party anymore.”

“Yes please, thank you so much. I’ll just text my friends to tell them I’m leaving. I’m y/n by the way.” You smiled at her and texted your friends.

You both left the building and started on your walk back to the dorm building. By this point it was a little past midnight and you were absolutely exhausted. Despite your exhaustion, you talked with Val about everything the entire way back. You learned that she was a junior, just one year before you, and that she was a criminal justice major. The walk seemed to be over too quickly as you approached the door to the building.

“This is me. Thank you Val, thank you so much for saving me tonight. I don’t want to think about what could have happened if you weren’t there.”

“Of course, text me if you ever need anything, okay? Here’s my number.” She took out of piece of paper, scribbled a series of numbers on it, and handed it back to you. “Just in case, you know?”

“Thank you, have a nice night Val.”

“You too, y/n.” You shared a warm smile and then parted ways. If it wasn’t for your Valkyrie then you would have had a very different night. You would be forever grateful for her intervention and concern for a random girl’s safety.

[strangerthanfixion]

A King Needs Her Queen (v)

Summary: Much has changed for the citizens of Asgard. From moving to a new home in New Asgard to Thor, your former king, leaving— many of your people were confused and concerned with the future. But your new ruler has taken well to being king, raising Asgardian spirits with good firm leadership. All that’s really left is to find someone to rule by her side. 

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: language, mentions of drinking

A/N: IT’S ABOUT TIME I’M SO SORRY. Also, I don’t know if you can tell but this is so GAYYY

You stood in front of a humble wooden cottage, waiting for someone to answer. The homes in New Asgard weren’t very extravagant— needless to say, there wasn’t a palace for the king— but maybe that was exactly what your people needed. Quaint, small, easy.  

Finally, the door swung open. Valkyrie stood, blinking at you for a moment, before turning quickly around. Her dark hair swung over her shoulder as she made her way back to the cottage’s dining room. 

“Hi?” you said, taking that as an opportunity to step inside and follow her. 

“Yes, hi, Y/N,” she said as she sat down at the table. She seemed tense, which didn’t surprise you. As the new king of Asgard, Valkyrie had a lot to think about. Thor gave her a few pointers before taking off with the Guardians, but anxiety had gotten the better of her. She’d had a little too much Midgardian wine that night. Over sixty-five bottles if you were remembering correctly— it takes a lot to get an Asgardian drunk. (Valkyrie especially.) 

“Are you alright?” you asked, sitting beside her and looking at the documents she had spread out in front of her. She didn’t answer. “Oh Y/N thank you for asking, I’m fine just a little tired—”

Valkyrie looked up at you huffed a laugh through her nose. “Sorry, Y/N,” she said. “I’ve just been working on these negotiations for so long… I think I’m losing my mind.”

You smiled sympathetically and stood up to make your way toward the kitchen. There was a kettle on the stove that was still half full, you stooped down to light the flame and waited for the water to boil. You couldn’t even imagine the stress Valkyrie was under.

Right as things had started to feel normal on Midgard, everything started to crumble. Those who had been affected by the stones all came back. You knew it was for the greater good, but as the population in New Asgard skyrocketed in a matter of seconds, tensions only grew. Not only had it become apparent that the Asgardians may, once again, be without a home, but feelings of envy and survivors guilt rose to the surface. 

Half of your people had been killed by Thanos— not snapped away with the power of the stones. He slaughtered them in cold blood. Irreversible. You thought of that day, feeling lucky to have come out of it alive, but mourning the ones you had loved. It tore you apart. 

The screaming kettle snapped you out of your thoughts. You set a steaming mug in front of Valkyrie and without hesitation—

“Got anything stronger?” she asked and you shook your head.

“You’re not going to finish making these negotiations while drunk. For the sake of our people I won’t let you.”

“That’s how I finished the last four!” you glared at her. “Kidding! I told you… I’m sober now.”

You and Valkyrie became good friends working at the docks. Unloading and cleaning the boats can really bring people together. The two of you would get drinks after work often. Valkyrie tossing them back without even blinking an eye, you simply sipping on a few beers, enjoying your time. Valkyrie was very popular with the old fishing crowd. 

“Never seen a woman drink like that before!” is what you’d hear most often, which only spurred her on to drink more. Maybe you did enable her from time to time. Chanting “chug” or “go, go, go” with the rest of the patrons. But when she came to you and told you she wanted to quit, you promised to help her. 

She wanted to be a good and proper king. You admired her for that. You admired her for a lot of things. 

You hadn’t realized you’d been staring at her until she suddenly dropped her head onto the table. A loud thunk sounded throughout the small cottage. 

“Are you okay, Val?” you asked— reaching your hand out to put it on her shoulder. She hadn’t told anyone her name since her return to Asgard, but Valkyrie felt too formal for you. You took to calling her ‘Val.’ You were the only one she’d ever let call her that. 

“Is being a king always this hard?” she muttered into the table. 

“I think so,” you said warmly.

“Thor didn’t have this problem!”

“Thor was in his living room playing Fortnite and drinking all of our beer,” you reminded her. “You were the one making sure everything in New Asgard was going smoothly. You were making sure everyone had work, everyone was fed, everyone was happy.”

“But what about now? Thor was king then! Thor gets all the recognition for that! If my first announcement as king is that we’ll have to leave this place, I’ll be burned at the stake.”

“That’s a bit dramatic.”

“I’m starting to think that it’s not,” she looked up at you with desperate eyes. “I don’t want them to hate me.”

“Asgard would never hate you,” Valkyrie sighed and looked back to the papers. She took a breath, trying to calm down and clear her head to make a proper decision. 

“Okay, what about… we still have the ship we escaped on. Those who need it can sleep there for a while and all of the able-bodied of us will work to expand the homes we’ve been working on,” you nodded, listening to her speak. “It’ll take a long time but we just have to make our case, right? Asgardians are strong we’re valuable to this place. I want to make it clear that we aren’t gods to them anymore, they shouldn’t worship us anymore, we just want to work and live like anyone else.”

She’d do that a lot. Just talk aloud, not looking for a response, but forming her ideas. You felt a smile spread across your face as you watched the gears turn in her head. Her brow would furrow as questions formed, then unfurrow as they were resolved. You were still listening, just getting a little distracted. Finally, she looked up at you looking for your approval. She didn’t need it, you knew she didn’t need it, but she wanted it. 

You nodded, your smile growing wider as you reached out to touch her arm.

“I trust you, completely,” you said. Valkyrie felt herself swell from the validation. 

Suddenly the silence felt heavy, neither of you knew why, but both of you were stirring in it. You had a sudden urge to pull your hand away, to stand up and walk to the other side of the room, to hide your blushing face. But you also wanted to fight it. You wanted to stay looking at her forever. Valkyrie cleared her throat and you pulled away. Damn. 

“I, er,” she stumbled, picking up her mug of tea and holding it to her lips. “Thank you, Y/N.”

“Oh, of course,” you smiled. She looked at the clock and stood, gathering her papers and pulling on a coat. 

“I should take these to the council,” she said and you nodded. 

“Right, I’ll head back to the docks then, they’re probably waiting for me,” you said. Valkyrie stopped for a second as you made your way back to the door. 

“Y/N, maybe if all goes well,” she could feel anxiety rising in her stomach again. It was a different kind of anxiety though. “You could come over again and… we could celebrate together— sober of course!” she said quickly. You felt your stomach flip. Why were you so nervous?

“That… I’d love to,” you smiled. She nodded at you, awkwardly, officially, but there was a warmth to it. 

+

It had gone well, all things considered. The council members only told her they would take her propositions into consideration, but they didn’t seem to take any issue with them. ‘Consideration’ was more... principle. After returning home, Valkyrie quickly realized that she didn’t have anything very nice to wear. All of her clothes were practical, seeing as she never really went out. She was always working. 

Valkyrie finally settled on a sweater and pants that didn’t smell too heavily of the ocean. She was pacing around anxiously, trying to busy herself as she struggled to control her flipping stomach. She was gently stoking the fire she’d started when you knocked on the door. Valkyrie opened it a little too fast. 

“Hey,” she said, also a little too fast.

“Hi,” you smiled back. She stepped to the side and you entered. She was acting much different from this morning. She was shifting her weight, trying to decide what to do with her hands as she looked at you. You were also quite nervous. Why? You’d been to this house so many times before— yet tonight felt so different. 

After a pause that felt incredibly long, Valkyrie spoke and jerked her thumb towards the kitchen. 

“Tea?” she asked. You answered with a quick ‘please.’ “Have a seat, I’ll be right back.” 

You felt your heart beating fast, your cheeks hot. She returned a while later with two steaming cups and sat down next to you. You smiled and thanked her, holding the mug close to your body. Valkyrie sighed and pulled her legs up on the couch. 

“How did your meeting go?” you asked, finally saying something. 

“Well, I think— I hope,” Valkyrie sighed and rested her head on her hand. “They told me they would talk to me again soon, I just… I don’t know how soon that will be.”

You felt your heart sink as her face fell. She had been so hard on herself, everything was up to her now, and what would happen if she failed?

“We can’t be displaced again,” she said. A sudden seriousness fell over the two of you. “If all of us lose our homes again, I don’t know if we could recover.”

“We won’t move, I know it,” you said. 

“Did you lose anyone?” Valkyrie asked after a pause. “That day?” 

“Yes,” your voice was low as memories came flooding back to you. Flashes would appear every time you blinked. “My partner. They,” you swallowed past the lump that had formed in your throat. “They switched places with me... at the last possible second. They sacrificed themself for me.”

You remembered their face as you were pulled apart. You were being pushed towards one end of the ship as Thanos’ soldiers guided them, and many others towards the escape ship. You remembered hearing them scream, pushing past to get to you. The feeling of their fingers pressing hard into your skin as you were spun the other way. Then the feeling of being dragged away. Dragged towards the ship as they were pulled the other direction. It was too late when you realized what had been done. The door of the ship was already closing by the time you called out to them, the sound of blasters and wails already filling the air. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N,” Valkyrie said. You dabbed at your eyes with the cuff of your sleeve. “Really, I am.”

“Thank you,” you said softly as you tried not to let your voice break. You smiled at her. “I’m okay, now,” you said. "It was a long time ago and I met you!” 

Valkyrie gave you a small smile, her features softened as you continued to look at her. Her eyes seemed to sparkle as the orange glow of the fire before you flickered. “Thank you,” she said. “Really, Y/N, you’ve been an extremely great help.”

“Of course, that’s what I’m here for,” you laughed. Valkyrie turned her face towards the flame. She’d had an idea for a long time now. A feeling, but she never acted on it.

“Y/N,” she said. “I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you felt your stomach flip. 

“Val,” you said quietly. 

“I mean it, you’ve been there for everything. Even when I was getting sober— I was so mean and awful but you were there for me.”

“You were going through withdrawal, I can’t fault you for that—”

“I haven’t felt this close to anyone in a long time, you know?” she said, her face was warm and it wasn’t from the fire. Yours was too. “Not since…” she trailed off and you knew she was thinking about the battle with Hela. You put your hand on hers, letting your thumb run over her smooth skin.

Valkyrie looked up at you, her breath catching in her throat as she took you in. You looked so beautiful in the dim, warm light. She was mad about you, she had been since you’d first said hello on the docks. 

Both of you were silent. You let your hand travel up from her hand and over her arm, caressing her neck until you had reached her face. Valkyrie felt her chest rising and falling heavily as you continued to rest your hand on her cheek. Without a word, you leaned in. Valkyrie did the same. When your lips touched, the nervous feeling in your stomach subsided. You moved closer to her, bringing your other hand up to the other side of her face. You heard her sigh as the kiss deepened. You hadn’t fully realized that this was exactly what you wanted until now. Until you were holding her, kissing her, falling further and further into her as time seemed to fly by.

When you pulled away you watched a small smile form across her face. You touched your forehead to hers and took a deep breath. 

“I…” she couldn’t think of what to say. Her mind was still reeling and slightly fuzzy from what had just happened. How would she say this? “I want Asgard to feel like a full kingdom again, you know what I mean?” she rambled. You were still leaning on each other, but her eyes were cast down to the sofa. “And, you don’t have to say yes, of course, but,” she was speaking fast now, still not really able to look at you. Only stealing glances every now and again. “I would be honored if you would be my queen.”

You couldn’t help your mouth falling open a bit. You sat up straight and Valkyrie inwardly winced at the loss of contact.

“I thought a lot about it, and I think you would make a wonderful ruler. You’re extremely capable and I think Asgard would be happy to have you watching over them,” she waited. Now the time was going painstakingly slow. Each second that passed in silence mad Valkyrie’s stomach turn. 

You still hadn’t said anything.

“Y/N?” Valkyrie was hesitant, but the moment had to pass. Even though you hadn’t said yes, you still hadn’t said no. She wanted an answer, though she was afraid to get it.

“Queen?” you finally said, your mouth still hanging dumbly. “Are you sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life,” Valkyrie said. You squinted at her in disbelief. “Y/N, you were making decisions with me from the very moment Thor made me king. When I couldn’t even stand because I was so nauseous you worked at the docks in my place. You went to council meetings in my place. As far as I’m concerned… you’re already queen.”

You laughed and she smiled at you. 

“I trust you, completely,” she said.

“I would be honored to rule by your side,” you said after another moment. Valkyrie smiled widely before crashing into you, enveloping you in a tight hug, peppering the side of your face and neck with soft kisses. Who knew a Valkyrie warrior would be such a softie? 

You fell onto your back, her on top of you with an arm next to your head to support her. You watched as her eyes flicked down towards your lips. The giddy smile became sly and hungry as she met your eyes again. 

“May I, your highness?” 

“Don’t call me that,” you shook your head. “But yes, you may,” with that, Valkyrie leaned down to kiss you. It was much more intense than the first, as she tugged at your lip with her teeth boldly. You hummed as you brought your hand up to cup her cheek. “I think I’m going to like being queen,” you murmured. 

[the-iceni-bitch]

Last Updated: 11/05/2021

All fics contain smut unless otherwise noted, no minors please!!!

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Favorite Top 5 JM fan fictions.. hands down

Sinner & Saint: Creed III Masterlist

Summary:

Damian Anderson returns to the streets of Los Angeles after being released from a long prison bid. Determined to land back on his feet, he seeks a second chance at life through boxing by showing up at the famous Delphi Boxing Academy to collect on a promise that was made to him by a former childhood friend, Adonis Creed…the man he went to prison for.

NSFW. 18+. Smut. Sports Violence.

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Chapter 3

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[fluffyprettykitty]

Mounted

Pairing: king! Brunnhilde x female reader (no other specifications)

Word Count: 1100 words

Outline: Brunnhilde finds out you weren't obedient while she was away so now she has to confront you.

Warnings: daddy kink, boot riding, impact play, degradation, humiliation, roughhousing, dom/sub, pet play, swearing, pain kink, scissoring.

Author’s Note: This was inspired by me watching someone push someone else with their boot and here we are.

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NSFW UNDERNEATH THE CUT. MINORS DNI.

“A little naughty aren’t we?”

Valkyrie asks pressing her combat boot against your clothed pussy pushing you back toward the bed. You were still in your night clothes even though it was past midday. 

“No, daddy, I’ve been good, I promise.” 

Valkyrie rolls her eyes and presses her boot a little more on you, causing you to squirm. The pressure and the rough sensation were enough to make a fire grow in the pit of your stomach. Truth is you had been here on the bed all morning long after she left for her business meetings. And of course, you had only one thought in your mind keeping you occupied, and afterward, you must have fallen asleep. 

“My little birds told me otherwise.” She moves her hand to her waistline.  “You,” She takes her sword out and then raises it and places it on your chest, rising it up till your chin and pushing it up to look at her. 

“You smell of cum. I could recognize that anywhere. And you know you are not allowed to do this on your own.” You whimper, the cold metal blade stretching against your neck.

You feel yourself getting needy, you have no time to wonder who it was that could have told her what you were doing in the confinement of her royal chambers. You dart your eyes away from her instead of staring at her boot. 

“Can’t even speak up to say sorry, pathetic.” She rolls her eyes and drags her sword a little against your skin. “Not even one apology.”

“Sorry, daddy, sorry, please, I won’t ever do it again.” You gulp and the way she aggressively looks at you forces a pool to grow between your legs. You try to do it slowly, to move your body underneath her, to escape perhaps but of course, she can see you moving. 

“You better not.” She points out, dragging the blade against your neck before removing it and stomping you with her boot pressing right down. 

“Daddy, please!”

“Because today I will not be touching you at all.” You gasp and shout a loud no, looking at her. Indeed, she couldn’t be that cruel. 

“No, I’ll be good, I promise. “ 

“You are beginning to question me, pet?” 

“No! Daddy, I’d never.” You gulp again and settle down. “I could give you a show. I bet you’d like it, daddy.”

You make your voice as saccharine as possible, lust and honey dripping from your tongue. You know how bad she can’t resist you when you truly try to outperform yourself. Valkyrie liked her shows and your performances and of course your dances. You look at her and begin to sway your hips. She cocks an eyebrow as she lets the blade hit the floor. 

“You’re literally so pathetic about this, that you won’t even fully admit what you did but you’d try my boot like this? Like a needy stupid whore?” 

You only grin, swaying your hips against her as she’s stomping you further causing you to moan. A wave of pleasure rushes inside you and you build up the pace as she’s grazing and pressuring you. It feels good, not enough, but enough to keep you going and make you hazy and ready. You are rolling your hips against her boot, focused on one thing for now. To look as desperate as possible.

“Get on the floor, show daddy how obedient you are, come on.”

You whimper and roll your hips against her boot once more before she is pushing you hard, inflicting pain on you but the minute you groan she lets go, grabbing you by the neckline of your dress and throwing you on the floor. Quickly, you jump closer to her feet and wrap your arms around her thigh, legs, and pussy around her boot. It feels primal, different, purely primitive, and unique and you feel absolutely ecstatic. 

“Look at me, pet.”

She warns you and you look up at her with an obedient look on your face. You begin to properly hump her boot, working your thighs and your body to your advantage. She lets you behave like this, moaning and humping till she bends down to spank your ass and tell you to go harder which you do. Bopping up and down her leather boot like the needy little pet you are until you begin to feel exhausted. 

“You’re getting tired way too early, you need better training.”

She grips you again by the collar of your dress and throws you on the bed quickly, jumping on top of you. Without breaking eye contact, she rips off the dress from you, to expose your skin to her. And more so your breasts. She always loved to see them jiggling. She takes one long hard look at your very wet panties and then rips them off. Your pussy already visibly aching for her touch.

“I don’t understand why you even bother wearing those. You always get them dirty anyway. Can’t even keep herself together.”

“Daddy, you’re mean.” You breathe out pouting at her from your place.

“Only because you are fucking pathetic.”

She rolls her eyes as she lets her belt gets loose, exposing a bit of herself under her heavy leather. You stare at her as she begins to undress, only the places she needs direct access to. 

“Look at you, I have to pause my work just to come and properly fuck you. So fucking selfish.” You whimper loudly at her words and yet your heart fills with pride. You love knowing you got such powers over her. 

“I love you.” You whisper smiling right through your teeth and she shakes her head momentarily. She places her clothed pussy over yours and then begins to ride you so hard and fast it makes you see stars. She is riding you like an untamed brat that needs some straightening.

The room gets filled with the sounds of your combined moans until nothing is heard anymore. Once Brunnhilde gets tired of fucking you, she lets you sleep once again and goes on the rest of her meetings. 

You could never object to staying in bed all day. 

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Wow I ship them so much

[the-magic-lava-lamp]

Enjoy Yourself (It’s Later Than You Think)

Summary: (Title based on THIS song) ! Val looked into the rear-view mirror and saw that the sky was nearly drained of all brightness. It had surely been an exhausting day. She was surprised Jane hadn’t faded off during the drive to their next motel, not even once and they’d done a lot of running around--

The sound of Jane slipping in her sleep and falling onto the car door ledge thumped in Val’s ear. 

(Sequel to ‘Too Busy Thinking About My Baby’!)

Ships: ValJane 

Word Count: 5,783

Valkyrie laid back on the front car seats as Jane hovered above her, sitting on the edge of the car door. 

Val closed one of his eyes so the sun was behind Jane’s head instead of shining down to worsen her vision. She rolled her toothpick to the other side of her mouth and whistled past the small gap. 

They had about ten minutes to kill before they'd have to move to keep the trip on schedule. A small shiver seemed to pass through Jane as she pulled at her shirt. Val lifted the toothpick from her lips and put her elbow next to her on the seat, hand put through his steering wheel. She squinted one open eye and read the patch sewn into her t-shirt. Just above her heart read 'The answers are out there!' .

"Val, take that out of your mouth before you swallow it." Came Jane’s voice, followed by a soft kick to the bottom of Val’s shoe that was only half on. She rolled her eyes and sat up so that he was between Jane’s legs, arm resting on her thigh. 

Jane’s eyebrow lifted but gladly accepted the curious little kiss Val offered when she removed the stick. Decidedly, Jane pecked her girl’s cheek when she glanced off towards the rest area. “Baby, believe me-” She spoke softly and planted a few more kisses “This trip is going to be perfect.” That time she just nuzzled her nose against her neck. 

Jane pulled up to allow Val a look at her. The sudden movement made the sunglasses, which had been resting on her head, fall over her eyes and slip down the slope of her nose. 

Val glowed and pushed them up for her with an easy-going bliss. “Go pee. I’ll drive the car up to the sidewalk and meet you on the way out.” She chuckled, patting Jane’s knee before the girl hopped off the car. 

: : : : : Jane was just passing the cute little bushes outside of the building when the familiar honk of Val's car pulled her out of her thoughts.

Val had one outstretched arm lounging on the wheel, that toothpick hung from her sideways smile again. "You goin' my way doll?" She smirked as some kind of vaguely vintage voice fell from her lips. 

Jane strolled over, gripping a nearby sign pole and twirling around it. Hues of the rising sun tinted her cheeks. "Is there any other way to go, darling?" She giggled and galloped over. Flinging her purse inside first than herself, jumping over the door. 

Reaching into her bag, Jane grabbed the long thin summer scarf Val had bought her. It was intended to help her live-out some strange fantasy she’d had as a young teen, involving up-and-leaving home & traveling in a convertible car with it blowing in the wind...Man, Val adored her. 

Val tilted her chin down and allowed her suns-glasses to fall, pursing her lips. “Let’s roll, baby.” 

Jane pointed her finger towards the open road and laughed madly. 

                        ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Valkyrie had planned a small road-trip back to New Mexico for the couples one-year anniversary. Which, was a very big deal in Val’s opinion. 

The two of them had basically been stuck together since they’d begun dating but funny enough, they never really took themselves too seriously. It was more because of Val’s hesitation of commitment, if anything. But Jane was happy to take things slowly too. They were girlfriends. They were 100% exclusive. But they pretty much kept away from serious talks. Val felt a little guilty but at the same time...proud her feelings were a part of a true relationship. 

Jane was curled up against the door wearing Val’s hoodie as the orange sky faded to deep purples. The sleeves were pulled over her hands & she kept drifting in-and-out of sleep. 

“Wake up, sprite.” Val gently reached over and shook her knee, listening once again to the soft sighs which escaped her girlfriend’s lips when she woke up. “Don’t leave me on my own.” 

Jane sat up and grinned. “Sorry.” She rubbed her eyes and moved to take her cell which was hooked up to the radio. “I had a dream that I was psychic. I kinda wanted to know where it was going.” She stretched and made herself comfortable again. 

Val smirked. “Oh yeah? What did dream Jane see in her visions?” 

The girl shrugged and took a sip of Val’s coffee. She opened her mouth like she was about to answer but blinked up towards the sky. “Was that lightning or did I just rub my eyes too hard?” She scrunched her nose. 

Val turned and caught a quick glimpse of another bolt. Her answer was to roll up the roof and close all the windows. Just in time. 

The violet sky thundered above them poured down hard drops of rain which pounded against the car. Jane giggled as the air conditioning blew her hair back with that stale breeze. 

She pulled herself up in her seat to get a better view from Val’s window. Another bolt crashed and seemed to crackle in the shine of Jane’s watchful eyes when it reflected in the brown. 

“Y’know, I wanted to be a storm-chaser when I was little.” Val stole a quick glance at the woman and gripped tightly on the wheel. 

“Me too.” Jane fell back into a relaxed position and grinned like she was in the presence of something truly magical. “It probably started with weather; I was fascinated by the natural elements we lived our lives around-”

Val smirked. “But it wasn’t enough. Sky wasn’t the limit for you, baby.” 

Jane gently pinched her arm. “I’m who I am today because as a child...I just decided science was what interested me most.” She paused and stared out the windshield. “I just liked space and now...” She shrugged. “Isn’t that crazy?” 

“Crazy, yes.” Val nodded, turning the car into the small parking lot of a gas station. “But believable.” She smirked and turned the car off. “You get where you’re going when you work hard for it, Jane.” 

Jane shrugged. “You’d know.” She said with earnest pride and brushed a curl away from Val’s eyes before planting a small kiss on her cheek. She admired her girlfriends work with an organization which helped to match people with possible career options, internships etc. Val really enjoyed working with people & guiding them in their search for jobs they were actually passionate about. 

Plus, Val was one hell of a fighter in her spare time too. She consistently trained at the gym and was the swiftest, smoothest...warrior (that was the best word for it) Jane had ever seen. 

Val parked the car and slowly climbed out, watching Jane hop out to look up into the storm. Heavy raindrops fell down upon them & soaked through the comfy outfits they’d been wearing but neither cared. 

“Buy me a crappy gas station hot-dog?” Val made a puppy dog face even though Jane was sure to agree. 

She nodded & made a ‘come here’ gesture before swirling on her heels. 

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“A toast!” Val raised her body, legs now curled under her thighs. Behind her, the wind blew her curls around and annoyingly through the large-ish earrings she loved so much. 

The old fashioned lawn flamingo shapes were covered by her hair & missing great opportunities to catch the light. The florescent plastic pieces were always a hit. 

She raised her delicate paper cup filled with the tea they were splitting. They’d picked it up a couple stops ago when they were too lazy to go back for their forgotten credit cards. So they’d paid outta pocket which afforded just one can.  

Jane whistled and raised her own tiny cup from the holder as she turned into their desired motel. ‘The Pink Moon’ 

“To...?” 

“To us!” Val tapped the cups as they pulled into the parking spot. When it came to a stop, she wiggled around until she was successfully unbuckled and sitting criss-cross. She pushed some hair away from her eye and swallowed. “Happy first anniversary, Jane.” 

Her girlfriend grinned, downing the small drink with her. “Happy first anniversary, honey.” She swallowed and pushed forward for a kiss which would be on both of their minds for a long time after. 

Val blushed and rolled her shoulders back to stretch out a little when he feet hit the pavement. The sun light trailed down Val’s skin and comforted her. 

The sidewalk was cracked and the dirt bled through with small dead flowers pressed down like veins, quietly Jane was muttering the lyrics of a song that would be plugged into both of their brains when they tried to sleep that night. 

She wondered if ‘The Pink Moon’ had comfortable beds. She grabbed her bag and pulled it over her shoulder. As Val squinted in front of herself, looking through the rose tinted filter of Jane’s sunglasses, her hands dampened. 

Naturally, both girls stopped to take in the location before collecting their key. Just searching for little things to look at. The round sunglasses dipped to the tip of Val’s nose as a tall dusted orange bus plowed down the street. 

Jane whistled again, turning her chin to Val with a sly smile. “You got a smile so bright, You know you could have been a candle...” She raised the volume of her previous singing.

Val pursed her lips. “Is that supposed to be good?” She teased but swept Jane’s hand up in her’s for the girl to twist under. She spun Jane to her chest and they bobbled in their spot before finally breaking & walking to the office. 

: : : : : : : : : : Jane watched her girl prepare little drinks for their enjoyment which was actually quite interesting. Val moved with such rhythm and...joy. The girl was just so full of life. She was fresh from the shower and wearing perhaps the comfiest looking robe in the world. 

When she was finished, Val launched herself strategically on the bed (not spilling a drop of their drinks) and held one under Jane’s nose.

Val’s dark hair dripped water down in a slinky path against her dewy skin, tired droplets paused and waited as flybys sped down to collide against them. Cold air breezed from Jane’s mouth and settled into the air as she admired her. 

Val took a deep breath, eyes fluttering closed with satisfaction as the heat in her chest returned. She brought her knees up as her back curved, making her body a true reflection of her current state. Tiny pins and needles poked from under the bottoms of her feet, she wiggled her toes. But after a few seconds, she let them be. Sometimes it was a little euphoric to feel that little vibration of sleeping limbs.

She turned to her girlfriend, confused at the large amount of attention she was giving her. She chuckled. “What’s up, sprite?”

“I wanna eat the eat the mixed nuts we bought and watch dumb TV with you. Right now.” She surprised herself with a tiny giggle and pulled the remote towards her. 

Val pulled the bag over and dropped the can into her lap, pulling the lid open and offering Jane the first grab. 

: : : : : : : : : :

The drips of coal black mascara (that had not so long ago dripped down her cheeks) was tightening against Jane’s skin. The dark river was now drying on the canvas of her face with astoundingly beautiful blue reflections from the cut of her fake crystal ring. As she held the thing just over her face to admire her own handy kaleidoscope, Jane felt her body tingle from the afterglow of their night spent together.

Val reached over with her thumbs and rubbed at Jane’s runny makeup. 

“It’s gross. I sweat way too much.” Jane helplessly giggled and tried to rub it off herself...with Val’s sleeve. But she broke off to enjoy the nice feeling coming over her.

Starting from her curled toes, the tickling pleasure traveled her body through electrifying shivers. She let her head fall back to sigh towards the ceiling before she attempted to calm the natural reaction down. Val obviously took amusement from the sight. She crawled to the side of the bed, the silky sheets pooled at her hips while a smile instinctively came across her face.

“Tired?” She asked, lazily resting her chin on her palm. 

Jane nodded, squishing down on her pillow. “But pass the can first?” She made a grabby gesture towards the mixed nuts on the night stand behind Val. 

Val cuddled up next to her as she crunched down a pistachio, absolutely melting Jane’s heart.

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“What’s there to do in Indianapolis?” Val scrunched up her nose and threw her arm around Jane, who was trying to read one of the pamphlets she’d swiped. Their hair blew in the wind and smacked against them in uncomfortable swirls. 

“Ummm-” Jane bit into her cheek. “Watch competitive driving?” She nodded, rolling her eyes. Val hummed and sat her chin onto her girlfriend’s shoulder.

“You want to see some driving, don’t you?” Jane giggled and flipped the pamphlet, tucking it back into her back pocket. “There’s fifteen dollar admission today to see some practicing on the track.” She squinted towards the sun, already a master of information. 

“You wanna spend the day in the sun, listening to loud cars?” Val grinned, eager just from saying the words. Jane winked and took her hand. 

“Sure thing, baby!” She swung their grip between them, feeling their palms slide from slick sweat. 

: : : : : : : : : :

The sun was forgiving to them that afternoon. Glittering yellow and orange hued beams bled down from the sky & dusted their sun-burnt shoulders. 

Jane’s slender fingers traced thin lines up and down Val’s legs. Rubbing the pads of her fingers over the budding stubble. It was mostly a subconscious act, her mind was focused on the track in front of them. Her hair fell into her face as the speeding car went round the corner another time. 

The grassy hill was the perfect spot for them. They cuddled together at one of the least populated spots to mindlessly enjoy the practiced speeding & enjoy the warm summer day outdoors. Crawling across their spread of a new blanket, Val gripped her girlfriend’s non-dominant hand & took the cup of soda. She sipped at it every now and then just to get the feeling of a sour bite at her lips.

With that moment’s satisfaction, she decided to tune back into full life where Jane was taking down some notes about one of her many projects in a spare notebook she kept on hand. The pad was balanced atop Val’s legs where it occasionally wobbled.

Jane was under the shade of a new hat with the number of a driver they’d randomly chosen to be their favorite. She peeked a look to her side to admire the lovely company she was sharing. 

Another car zoomed past as Val blew a whistle of relief from her lips. The sunlight was bouncing off the crevices of her skin, naturally she leaned her neck back so it could dust across her cheeks. When the music playing suddenly blasted louder, she was mouthing the words slowly and drawing them out thoughtfully. The moment was unspoiled and sweet, the wind was blowing in a few small bursts that curled her baby hairs to her temple.

“I love you.” Dropping her pen, Jane spoke without really thinking while it rolled down the paper and onto the blanket.

Val snapped her head over and looked at her with an...unreadable expression. Not bad but...not exactly perfect either. 

“Mmmm.” Jane pursed her lips and shook her head. “I’m sorry. I just made this day weird.” Her hair whipped around as she shuffled to get her stuff into her purse. 

“No.” 

Both girls paused when Val sat up to grab Jane’s wrist. They stared down at the grip just so they wouldn’t have to make eye contact. “Jane...I’m sorry. I’m just not very good at this.” She frowned. 

Ever the impressive, Jane playfully twisted out of the grasp flawlessly and shrugged without a care in the world. Though she cared very, very deeply. “You don’t have to say it back if you’re not ready.” 

Val leaned forward and pressed their lips together, gently but with enough passion to draw Jane’s hands to caress her cheeks. After a few seconds, they pulled apart and Val looked about ready to pop with anxiety. Her eyes, wide & adoring. 

“That’s good with me, baby.” Jane nodded and happily snuggled under her girlfriend’s arm. 

“Are you sure?” Val let some of her walls come down, feeling vulnerable and guilty. Jane didn’t like her feeling that way when there was absolutely no need for it. 

She grabbed her cheeks again. “One-Hundred percent. I know how you feel.” They smiled at each other for a few minutes before Jane rubbed their noses together and fell back onto the blanket.

: : : : : : : : : :

The end of the day was creeping up on Val as she turned the car down another street. The sun was setting, burning the rest of the afternoon oil out and she had sweat sticking to her forehead. 

Val looked into the rear-view mirror and saw that the sky was nearly drained of all brightness. It had surely been an exhausting day. She was surprised Jane hadn’t faded off during the drive to their next motel, not even once and they’d done a lot of running around--

The sound of Jane slipping in her sleep and falling onto the car door ledge thumped in Val’s ear. 

She laughed and picked up the pace just a touch while the sun fell perfectly align with the curve of their windshield. She squinted and used a spare hand to playfully rub the side of her girl’s head. Ruffling her hair, she turned the wheel onto the next street after what felt like an eternity.

‘The Jewel Cowboy’ stood at the end of the empty street with a friendly looking neon moon towering above it. Inside lived the outline of a neighborly cowboy who’s lasso buzzed towards the entrance. 

“C’mon sprite.” Val slowly came to a park and gently unbuckled herself and then her girlfriend who was now pretending to still be asleep. 

Her eagerness to get inside to relax was pulling some speed out of her quick fingers. Jane’s lovely eyes fluttered open as sweat dripped down her temple. The ache to just sit down to eat was immense. So when her girl finally hopped out to follow her, Val breathed in and out slowly to really enjoy the relief of rest.

After collecting their key, the girls headed straight for their room. 

The motel carpet beneath her cradled her aching feet and soothed any pain. It had been non-stop walking and running all day and she was dead tired. Cracking her neck gently, in a way Jane had advised her against many times, she sat down on the bed.

“The sun is sinking in the west,The cattle go down to the stream. The redwing settles in the nest. It's time for a cowboy to dream--” 

Jane strolled around their fun little room, admiring the framed photos of cowboys & sprinting horses. She sang to herself in that soft voice which Val had come to adore. “I love this Motel, by the way.” She giggled and flung herself onto the bed. 

“I know. It’s incredible.” Val shifted so that Jane could climb into her lap. They admired each other with the same glow in their eyes, starlight breaking in through the window. Val gently ran a hand through the satin of Jane’s hair and laid it to rest on the back of her neck. 

Jane hummed and reached out to tap Val’s nose with her finger. “What time do we have to wake-up, again?” 

“Five a.m.” Val scrunched up her nose with an apologetic expression. “It’s eleven hours to Oklahoma City, our next stop.” A tremble passed through her when Jane sleepily leaned forward and put her head on her shoulder. 

She hugged her close and found that it was easier to allow her emotions to take over when Jane wasn’t looking directly at her. 

She thought...maybe she could say it now...

Her mouth opened but closed once she realized...she wanted to say it while admiring Jane’s beautifully curious face. If she wasn’t ready to admit her love to her girlfriend’s face, than saying it over her shoulder was not going to happen just because it was easier. 

                          ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

All around them small-town businesses stretched out until the view fell over the edge of the horizon. The road looked as if it would do the same if they just kept driving. 

“Sandman.” Val squinted and mumbled to herself, noticing Jane’s confused look instantly after. She carefully pointed to the sign they were about to pass. 

Jane blinked towards it. 

‘Sandman Music Fest. Tonight & Tomorrow. Been here all along. Bring your friends!’ 

She smiled and rubbed her palms down her jean-clad thighs. “Oklahoma city is going to have to wait.” 

Val whistled and raised her right hand, pumping it into the open, dusty air. 

: : : : : : : : : : 

Jane had heard herself described as ‘fatally-focused’ from an ex...far too set on her career in a way which pushed people away. Quite the jewel of a comment made her feel dull and dim. She supposed that may have been true for a while. But she wouldn’t have called it ‘fatal’. Maybe just ‘successfully focused’. 

She smiled to herself as music poured from the stage in front of her. 

It propelled her into her dream career & brought her to a meeting a girl with equal determination and a bright personality. Val took everything in stride, somehow finding beauty in everything. 

Her childlike eyes would brighten at the simple chance to just speak. And there she stood, under the low hanging sun with grass stains painted all down her legs, talking. Any energy she’d had, had up and left Jane a little over an hour and a half ago. 

But something about her girlfriend just made everything something you wouldn’t dare to miss. 

The sky was a fading orange color & rain was just beginning to fall. Jane was yawning more than she was talking. But a simple look to Val with that fire in her eyes mysteriously left her thirsty for more home-town music.

Some band was playing a song about a rambler finally coming home to the place where they belong & Jane swept herself under Val’s arm. They didn’t know the words to the local songs but both girls sang along anyway. Swaying to each tune and laughing the words out with an odd passion. 

The hoops Val wore, which were shaped like suns, bounced as she tried to guide her girlfriend in one of the few dances she knew. In a flurry mixture of soft and bright colors, Val and Jane were quite literally frolicking through the grassy field of the Fest. 

The insides of their shoes were beginning to slosh around with puddles of water which only lead them to the decision to kick them off. Jane was mid-spin when she nearly fell over. Droplets of rain flung from each strand of her light hair and pelted against Val’s hot skin. It only urged her on. Never in her life had Jane been so carelessly into having fun. 

But in the year she’d grown extremely close to Val, things within her were changing. 

Val heaved her heavy-weighted shoes off and felt the earth between her toes. Mud squished just under her heels. She tilted her chin to the sky and smiled with nuanced disgust before taking off (shoes now in her hands) after her girl who was now running towards the tables. 

Their laughter carried through the air with distinct pleasure. Jane glided across the huge lawn with a smile anyone could easily become obsessed with. Val partly envied the grace in which Jane moved with. It came naturally to her whereas that was something she had never mastered. 

The calm surrender it took to move so fluidly was a trait lost on herself. But maybe today was different because her heart was beating in time with Jane’s. 

“What happened to your shoes?” Jane chuckled as Val came to a stop in front of her, sitting on one of the benches. 

Val held them up, the bottom of the right was torn up due to the cheapness and the left just gave her blisters. She plopped them down on the wood table and sat across Jane. Stretching her legs to rest on the bench next to Jane and wiggling her toes. 

“Are you having a good time?” She asked, a little mischievously. 

Jane glanced over from the stage where her eyes had previously rested and tilted her head. Amusement was clear in her expression. “The best time.” She shrugged with a tiny bashful grin. “I’m gonna call Bruce to see if he’s had any problems apartment sitting for me.” 

She pulled out her phone as a young woman on stage began her own rendition of Selena’s ‘La Carcacha’. 

Val tuned out of the phone conversation, just fine with watching Jane’s expressions and movements. Her eyes were wide and bobbing up & down as she nodded along to whatever it was Bruce was saying. And then she simply smiled, pushing hair behind her ear.

: : : : : : : : : :

Val cuddled up inside Jane’s flannel shirt and watched her girlfriend do the same in the sweatshirt she’d borrowed from her. The girls were standing under the shade of a slanted road-sign with their comically large map clenched in each of their fists.

After around 18 + hours, they’d made it to New Mexico and made it their mission to explore all the hot-spots the state had to offer. 

“I’m hungry. Are you hungry?” 

Val pursed her lips. “Yeah, we should probably eat. But do you want something like breakfast or lunch cause it’s that weird in-between time-?” 

Both girls paused as an older gentleman passed by, not paying them any mind. He walked between them without even looking up but what made the girls smile was the music pouring loudly from his large headphones...

"I ain't gonna act politically correct. I only want to have a good time. The best thing about being a woman is the prerogative to have a little fun-”

Jane watched him walk off, not a care in his world, with the happiest grin. Val chuckled and held out her palm which was clasped in mere seconds. 

They walked off in a random direction in search of some kind of diner. 

: : : : :

The one they ended up inside was charming and indeed tiny. 

The television in the corner was running some old episodes of ‘The Golden Girls’ and Jane was lazily sipping her coffee while occasionally explaining why certain lines were funny. Val, who’d never seen the show in her life, kept herself busy by pressing soft kisses to her warm cheek. 

“Sweetheart?” Jane mumbled into her drink and wiggled happily as Val hummed in her ear. “Try my coffee, it’s the best cup I have ever had in my life.” 

Val allowed her to hold it to her lips and swallowed a nice steamy gulp as their fellow customers loudly enjoyed their conversations. Jane watched her drink and felt a tug in her chest as she let her chin rest on her shoulder. “You’re my greatest discovery.” She mumbled into the fabric of Val’s shirt as the girl set down the mug.

Val raised her brows with amusement and smirked. 

“I’ve dedicated my life to my research and discovered some amazing things, Val-”

“Show-off.” Val teased and Jane pinched her arm. “Just keeping you humble, Honey.” 

Jane kissed her briefly on the cheek. “All I’m saying is...meeting you was the greatest discovery of my life.” She leaned against Val as her arm laid across her shoulders. 

Val tried to collect her thoughts on that beautiful sentiment and found it to be rather difficult. The words for a response were somehow not enough...so she wrapped both arms around Jane and squeezed, nuzzling her head into her shoulder. “More than words, Jane. More than fucking words, you know?” She mumbled. 

Jane hummed. “Yeah baby, I know.” She giggled.

: : : : : : : : : :

Two days later, Jane was relaxing on the balcony area of their next motel suite as Val sat atop the railing. Her legs swayed back and forth without a care in the world while she enjoyed the sights and sounds of harmonious joy from the other guests in the pool. 

The light was golden with a dusting on pink as it laid over them & warmed their skin. There were moments where the woman felt like she may never be given something so peaceful as this scene again but...looking back at Jane (subconsciously making faces at her open novel) she smiled. 

The neighboring door flying open almost made Val fall forward. 

“Hey. Anyone up for a round of volleyball? I’m so bored that I accidentally zoned out for like an hour. So I need to get outta my room.” Came a cheerful woman as she stuck her head out of her room with the sport-ball in her hand. 

Jane looked up and smiled. 

“Yes please!” Val turned and hoped off the railing and glided over towards Jane. “My girlfriend would love to watch me play volleyball.” She ruffled Jane’s hair as she teased her. 

The woman chuckled, shutting her door behind her. “You two are cute.” She stuck her hand out. “I’m Sif, by the way.” Both Jane & Val shook her hand and introduced themselves. 

And Val ended up being right....

When the girls went downstairs to the court just outside, Jane pulled up a deck chair to the edge of the sand to watch her girlfriend serve & flawlessly dive for the ball. Her book completely forgotten in her lap.

: : : : : : : : : :

Elephant Butte Reservoir.

A place for great swimming, water-skiing, boating, with plenty of soft sand to stretch out on.

Val had planned on visiting the not so secret beach from the beginning of their New Mexico trip. Considering Jane had expressed interest in the spot but never had the chance to go on her own when she lived in the state. 

The whole State Park was just about the most gorgeous way to spend a sunny summer day. The girls walked the path down to the beach and felt the sand between their toes. 

From across Jane was the young face of her lovely companion in the sun and nothing could be better. Val waved her hand around her face to feel just a little bit of a teasing cool breeze. She sighed pleasantly, audibly relaxed with how the day was going which was no grand surprise. It had been perfect so far. 

Val began to adjust and re-adjust their towel in the nicest way to avoid too much of an annoying glare from the sun. But Jane guessed it was no use because the girl just continued to gradually grow more and more annoyed while the towel blew in the wind. 

She was no stranger to huffing and puffing about minor issues herself, however, her girl just seemed plain tired of it like a woman who’d been on the road for days stressing over making the perfect trip. The sunlight coated her face with a sharp orange stripe that went across her cheeks. Jane just knew it had to be undoubtedly warm and she envied the feeling of a sun fever.

After a few moments of what Jane assumed was either contemplation or disassociation, Val handed the towel over to Jane to lay over the sand instead. Which took a few more minutes. 

The waves collided with the sand and washed up to the tips of their toes. Val reflected on the landscape while creeping her hand over to Jane’s. Cupping them together eased her into complete peace. It’s rare for something to feel so right but...they did. 

The words finally came naturally to the tip of Val’s tongue with no hesitation. Why waste anymore time holding back her feelings? Time sure as hell goes by...

The waves spilled over her feet once more & as quick as a wink, they retreated back. 

“Hey sprite?” 

Jane turned and let her sunglasses slip down to the tip of her nose, the summer color scheme looking unbelievably good on her. “Hey Val?” She grinned. 

“I love you.” Val couldn’t believe how gentle & nervous she sounded. Which was ridiculous considering Jane had already voiced her love. 

Jane was overcome with a blushed grin which was as vibrant as the sunset they’d watch last night. She attempted to hide behind her hands as she happy giggled. “I know.” She reached over to tenderly rub down Val’s thigh. “And I love you too.” 

Val smashed their lips together. 

: : : : : : : : : : After the New Mexico Road-Trip, home seemed so boring to Val. But she did enjoy following Jane into her apartment. The girl was checking her mail and mumbling ‘Please Mr. Postman’ under her breath. 

They hopped up the stairs for the first time in a long time and opened her door to see...Thor, Bruce, Darcy & Loki all in various seats watching ‘Jurassic Park’. 

Jane set aside her suitcase and smirked. “You people don’t live here.” She ruffled Loki’s hair as she past him just to annoy the shit outta him. 

Val did the same to Bruce but more as a ‘Hello’ to her little buddy than an annoyance. 

“Neither does she.” Loki pursed his lips and pointed his hand towards Val with elegant grace. Darcy chuckled and threw a handful of popcorn into her mouth. 

“That reminds me, Jane. Want to change that?” 

Childishly, Darcy and Thor erupted in ‘ooooh’s of interest while Jane nearly tripped over the leg of a side-table. Val could see a curious look coming from Bruce who always seemed to understand her in the oddest ways. She shot a smile back to him. It was to reassure that she was ready for the kind of commitment that Bruce also feared sometimes in his own relationship. 

Jane fumbled for words for a solid few seconds. “Hell yeah!” She chuckled and threw her arms around her girlfriend’s neck. 

The happy couple was rewarded with happy shouts from Thor & Bruce, disinterested clapping from Loki & Darcy’s handful of popcorn being whipped at them like it was confetti or something. 

Jane never felt more lucky in her life. She couldn’t believe someone as beautiful, strong & downright cool as Val was in love with her. 

Val was also sure she was the luckiest girl in the world as she squeezed Jane to her body. 

[fogsrollingin]

I’m really excited about this tomorrow. It’s clearly so obscure that it was wrongly categorized as “Games." There’s some underdog charm there, hah. Edit: Just realized - they’re streaming an old interview with Jack Anderson on Twitch.tv which is probably why it’s categorized as ‘game.’ And btw I must be missing some extension or something bc my browsers keep stalling out on me as I try to listen that I’ve given up watching/listening to this event ☹️

Anyway, this is not a game, it’s a short novel-length horror story that was posted, in chapter installments, to the subreddit r/NoSleep, a short horror story subreddit. 

As an aside, when I think about r/NoSleep, I wonder why and how people didn’t turn to Reddit to carve out fannish NSFW communities to post fanfiction. If r/NoSleep can be so successful then it couldn’t have been the layout/design of the site re: posting or reading long-form written material. It must have been Reddit’s awful (but admittedly deserved) reputation; the horrible experiences and ridicule transformative fans received from curative fans in ‘fan spaces’ (context: reddit.com/r/gallifrey/comments/2u73cg). Shame. Anyway, back to The Left/Right Game!

C&P’d & edited a bit from this post of mine from April 13th :

Has anyone heard of the Left/Right Game? by NeonTempo aka Jack Anderson. PG-13, ~58k words (yep I counted using wordcounter.net 😅). Summary: An idealistic young journalist tries to make a name for herself by following a group of paranormal explorers, obsessed with a seemingly harmless pastime known as the Left/Right Game. reddit.com/r/nosleep/7asz8x my thoughts: This story is for those of you who adore a small cast of unique and well-written characters setting out on an isolating (and slowly more and more horrifying) quest. Absolutely riveting, full of amazing horror bits, bamf characters, the whole package. AND this month the author announced they’ve adapted this story into a narrative podcast starring none other than one of my fave babes Tessa Thompson!!! /flails/  Here’s the link to the podcast: podcasts.apple.com/us/podcast/the-left-right-game/id1498806952. This is where they announced it on reddit tho if you’re curious: reddit.com/r/NoSleepOOC/fn6a1k

Two days after I posted this, April 15th, Deadline reported an article headlined “ Amazon Studios Wins Rights To Turn QCode Sci-Fi Podcast ‘The Left Right Game’ Into TV Series With Tessa Thompson Producing “ with blurb below: “In a seven-figure deal, Amazon Studios has beaten out more than ten film and TV offers to win screen rights to QCode mystery-sci-fi podcast The Left Right Game. Producers will include Creed and Westworld star Tessa Thompson, who led voice cast on the podcast.”

A day later I tried to get this story listed on Goodreads Librarians Group: goodreads.com/topic/show/21339562. I haven’t heard from anyone about that 😢 It’s extra awful because I’d definitely add this to my current ‘Best Original Fiction I’ve Read in 2020′ list on Goodreads (shortname is “2020-faves”) that only has 2 other entries right now 😦 : Mira Grant’s Into The Drowning Deep and Martha Wells’ Murderbot series.

In conclusion, everybody should read this story now so they can listen in on this panel tomorrow morning! It is outstanding adventure horror.