#valkyrie x black!reader

[liyawritesss]

ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ - ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎEᔕ ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ

Ｄａｙ ８ － Ｃｈｏｓｅｎ Ｓｏｕｌｍａｔｅｓ

－ Someone's Someone - Valkyrie/Brunnhilde - Marvel's Thor

－ In which you and Valkyrie share a heart to heart on top of a cliff on the coastline of New Asgard.

－ Check out more prompts and other activities on the Flowers In Bloom Event Masterlist!

“I never thought I’d find another.”

Those weren’t the words that you expected for her to say to you as you ascended up the overpass that looked out towards the sea. It causes you to pause in the moment, a whisper of confusion leaving your lips. “What?”

Brunnhilde pauses as well, though she takes her time to turn, her attention ultimately landing on the view of the ocean. The waters are calm but the sound of their waves crashing onto the shores are still there, a sort of lullaby from the ocean to the residents of New Asgard. The two of you have visited this cliff many times before, have felt its breeze and listened to its song, and have fallen asleep together atop the grassy peak. You’ve spent countless nights here, laughing, crying, reminiscing. For her to ask you to accompany her on a trip to the cliff wasn’t out of the ordinary, but the King’s demeanor has a notable shift that you, her second in command, can pick up in a heartbeat.

This however, was something different entirely.

“Before,” she starts, thin black braids that frame her face blowing in the wind, “I had someone. Someone who made life worth living. Someone I could call my own.”

“Your lover,” it slips out unintentionally, but before you can stop yourself, the words continue on, “she saved you in the fight with Hela. You’ve told me about her.”

“Yes,” Brunnhilde replies, “she saved me,” the way she says it makes you wonder if you spoke out of turn. It had always been a sensitive topic for the King, as you knew the importance of what her role as a Valkyrie and her warrior sisters meant to her, especially as it pertained to the woman who first held her heart. Her head turns to you first before her body follows, her feet carrying her to meet you where you originally paused in your tracks, and she says “though, it can be argued that you have done the same?”

Your eyebrows furrowed together tightly, “I’m not sure I follow, Val…”

The King takes your hands into hers, they’re warm and soft and make your heart speed up slightly. 

“We have been through so much together,” Brunnhilde begins again, “I wouldn’t have been able to build up our new home without you. In fact, I think I should credit much of who I am today to your mere presence-”

“Hold on there, Hildy,” you interject a small chuckle leaving your lips, “it sounds like you’re going to say you love me or something.”

Maybe this time you did speak out of turn, because when Brunnhilde falls silent once again with a look mixed with shock and despondency, the realization of the situation dawns on you. 

She was going to say that.

“Wait, are you serious-?”

“-I didn’t think I could.” Her hands leave yours abruptly, leaving the cold to nip at your fingers. “Not after her, but you…” There's a look in her eyes that sends an unfamiliar feeling throughout your body - a chill different from the one currently surrounding you, and a fluttering in your stomach unlike any other. “When I was at my lowest, you were there. When things were too much, you took the reins from me and took lead. And as I watched you from the sideline, I remember thinking ‘there is no one else I'd rather have at my side; there is no one else I could entrust these things to’.”

Brunnhilde grows closer, and you welcome her into your space, heart rate speeding up, “There is no one else I trust my life with. And, if you would have it - assuming this hasn't been made awkward enough…” The burnt honey toned woman bites her lip in anticipation, “...I would like…to trust you with my heart.”

A moment passed, which seems like hours, but just as she believes she’s overstepped, overshared too much and destroyed the partnership that had been so carefully crafted, Brunnhilde’s lips had been taken ahold of. She closes her eyes, relishing in your touch, and for the first time in what feels like a lifetime, she allows love to consume her body.

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[solitaryearthperson]

Marvel/MCU Masterlist

*Series have 3 or more parts to them*

Imagines

Natasha Romanoff/Black Widow

Girlcrush - Sapphic!Reader has a secret crush on Natasha and doesn’t know how to deal with it. 

Woman-crush - The team finds out about Natasha and (Y/N)’s relationship and is concerned about the age difference.

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel

Different But Same - After saving the Skrull and finding them a new homeworld, Carol returns to Earth to see someone from her past.

Dust - Enjoying a relaxing morning together with her lover, Captain Marvel never expected her to suddenly disappear.

Valkyrie/Brunhilde

Soft - Hitching a ride with Bruce and Rocket to New Asgard, (Y/N) meets the elusive Brunhilde and wants to ask her out.

Hardness (Sequel to Soft) - (Y/N) and Brunhilde go on their first date and (Y/N) takes her to an art museum, where she has a surprise for her.

It was my fault - The reader wakes up to find Brunhilde gone and goes to find her. They have a talk about why Brunhilde leaves them at night.

Jessica Jones

Shopping for Jess - The reader takes Jessica shopping for more stuff for the apartment.

Shuri/Black Panther

Genius Princess - The reader wants Shuri to go to bed with them.

Comfortable - Shuri is not sure of her outfit for T’Challa’s coronation, and (Y/N) reassures her.

For a while - Reader and Shuri share their first kiss.

Loki 

None Yet

Thor

None Yet

Bruce Banner/Hulk

A Misunderstanding - Bruce thinks the reader fears him when it's quite the opposite.

I'm Not A Hero - A mistake on a mission makes you question whether you're a hero and Bruce helps you.

Matt Murdock/Daredevil

Matt to the Rescue - The reader, Matt, Foggy, and Karen go to Josie’s to celebrate winning a case and the reader runs into a creep.

Series

More To Come....

[prettykittycastle]

My King

Summary: Brunhilde gives reader the attention that they crave.

(The reader is AFAB, but gender-neutral. The ethnicity/race is any.)

(Content Warning: Dirty talk, Strap-on, Rough, Squirting, name calling, Dom!Brunhilde, Dom!Valkyrie, sub!reader, brat!reader, spanking)

"This is what you wanted, love," Brunhilde asked me, gripping my hips tighter and thrusting harder into me. "You wanted to get fucked like a whore?"

"Yes," I cried, wrapping my arms around her neck, our lips almost touching each other.

"You wanted your king's cock," she thrusted harder into me, the strap-on stretching me out deliciously. I could barely speak 'cause of how good it was.

This all started because of me being a brat. I don't know why I did it, but I chose to tease her all day long. Every hour or so, I would send her a dirty text or nude selfie and I would always choose to send it whenever I saw that she was busy talking to someone or doing any of her kingly duties. I knew it would rile her up, get her frustrated and horny, and that's what I wanted. I wanted to have her fuck me like an absolute whore.

"You just couldn't wait for me, could you," she asked, moving one of her hands from my hip and moving it to my ass cheek, gripping it tightly. "Had to be a brat?"

I didn't think she was expecting an answer from me so I didn't respond to it, but I thought wrong and next thing I knew she slapped my ass as hard as she could without seriously hurting me.

"Aaah," I cried out, my pussy instantly tightening around the strap from the pain. As if she could feel it, a devious smirk grew onto her face and suddenly she slapped my ass again, not as hard as the first time, but still painful.

"You liked that, whore," she asked, her voice showing her amusement at me.

"Mm-hmm," I nodded, my pussy gripped the strap harder, soaking it more and more.

"Yeah, you do," she placed her hand around my neck and gave it a nice squeeze, not enough to stop my breathing, but enough to show her control. I couldn't help moaning at the feel of her strong hands, knowing that they could do so much damage. "Such a slut. You'd let me choke the fuck out of you, huh?"

My eyes rolled to the back of my head as she continued to fuck and choke me, my moans getting louder and louder as her strap kept stretching me, hitting my special spot over and over.

"Ride me, bitch," she said before tightening her grip around my neck and speeding up her thrusts. "Ride me now."

"Yes, my king," I cried out, lifting my hips and thrusting back down onto her strap. My thrusts met hers with vigor and I could feel the fire in my core getting hotter and hotter.

"You're gonna cum, slut," She asked, her thrusts not stopping or slowing down.

"Yes, yes, I'm almost there," I cried out, my pussy soaking the strap more and more with each hard thrust. I could feel my self right at the tipping point, but I needed just a little more.

Of course Brunhilde could tell what I needed and knew what to do. She moved the hand on my hip to between my legs and began roughly rubbing my clit with her thumb, my wetness making her rubbing easy.

"Soak me, whore," she demanded, rubbing my clit faster.

"Yes, sir," I cried, the fire quickly becoming too much.

With one last rub of my clit and another hard thrust, I cried out as I came harder than ever. My whole body slightly shaking and my eyes closed at how intense my orgasm was. I stopped thrusting back down as waves of my orgasm continued to run through me, but her hips continued to thrust up into me, quickly overstimulating me to the point where I tried to lift hips away from her.

"I don't think so," she said, placing both of her hands on my hips and pulling me back down to meet her thrusts.

I cried out again as I felt the already burning fire inside me grow hotter and suddenly it felt like too much and I had the sudden urge to pee.

"My king, I can't-" I stopped as suddenly another wave hit me and before I could stop myself I lifted myself up from her, crying out as I felt myself squirt. "Oh fuck," I cried, as the liquid rushed out of me and landed on her.

"Good little slut," I heard her say to me, but I wasn't paying attention. Once I squirting, I laid down next to her and began trying to catch my breath. The effects of my orgasm still affecting me and I closed my eyes, feeling my heart pounding in my chest.

"How're you feeling, love," I heard her ask and I opened my eyes and looked over at her to see her looking at me with concern. " You alright? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

That's what I loved the most about Brunhilde. She could spend all night fucking me into next week and next thing you know, she's looking at me and treating me like I'm the most fragile thing she's seen.

"No, my king," I told her, rolling onto my side to face her, ignoring the wetness between my thighs.

"Good," she said, sitting up. "We're just getting started," she climbed over me, opening my legs, and looking down at me with a fierceness in her eyes that brought the fire in me back tenfold.

[galatially]

𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 — thinking about roommate!brunnhilde spending the afternoon with you, enjoying an edible. (tw: 18+, strong language, mentions of body mods (nipple piercings), weed consumption, dry humping, nipple play, thigh riding, brunnhilde being a fucking slut)

you were laying across her lap as your giggles filled the room.

"i'm serious! i can't sleep unless i have one foot outside of the covers or i get too hot!"

val snorted. "just put an air conditioner in your room! that fan is ancient."

"with what money? plus, those things are fucking heavy. almost took out one of my piercings once."

val's eyes slowly dragged from your half-lidded gaze to your breasts. you could feel your nipples harden through the thin fabric.

"you got both of them pierced?"

you sat up. the roughness of her voice made your throat drier than the weed had, but you managed a slow nod.

"can...i see?"

your pulse kicked up. her gaze on you was dichotomous: smoldering yet soft. sensuous yet innocent. beneath the fog in your mind, you knew that the lines between roommates could disappear very quickly tonight. you loved having val as a roommate; she kept clean, had the best hoodies to steal, and didn't mind watching trashy tv and movies with you.

and val's not bad to look at, either. big brown eyes, full, pillowy lips. soft skin that you've been itching to run your fingers along all day. your eyes went down to the hand lazily gripping your thigh and you almost moaned about the thought of the pads of her fingers rubbing and pinching your nipples, admiring your barbells.

"you don't have to if you don't want to, babe. s'cool. i was just curious."

you boldly took one of her hands and cupped it around your left breast. the warmth of her palm bled through your thin slip of a tank top.

she let out a soft chuckle and cupped the other breast. "i knew these would be heavy as fuck." the pads of her thumbs brushed up against your nipples, the bars helping push them out further. "your skin is so soft, y'know that?"

"and you're oddly poetic right now, did you know that?"

in an instant, val had lifted you onto her lap, a small squeak spilling from your mouth as you were face to face — or rather, tits to face — with those brown eyes that you sometimes had to stop yourself from getting lost in.

"sue me for telling you how beautiful parts of your body are." not breaking eye contact, she ducked her chin to kitten lick at one of your sensitive nipples. your back arched and started to grind against her.

she suckled on your breasts, alternating between left and right with loud, messy pops, her low groans vibrating along your spine.

"val..."

"what's wrong? what does my baby need?"

your face warmed at her taunts but you could feel your underwear getting more soaked. how long had you been like this in her lap? the edible had just started to kick in and all you could do was rut against her like a horny teenager.

"aw, were you all worked up, baby? needed daddy to help you get off?"

somewhere, in the dark recesses of your mind, you were mentally high-fiving yourself because of course she wanted to be called daddy. that's such a val thing, it's insane.

one of val's hands went to cup your cheek, her thumb teasing at the seam of your lips. her pupils, darkened with lust, were half-hidden behind her eyelids and a lazy smile curved into the corners of her mouth. "i didn't know you were this shy. 's just me."

"'m not," you murmured. "it just feels s'good."

"can i kiss you?"

you paused. "what?"

her cheeks dimpled when she smirked. "you heard me."

your heart pounded against your chest as you leaned forward and softly pressed your lips to hers. as if possessed, val deepened the kiss, moaning into your mouth. you fisted her hoodie to keep from falling over and she laughed against your mouth.

"keep riding my thigh, pretty girl." your breath caught. "i wanna see the face you make when you cum."

i —

[writerslittlelibrary]

"Children aren't payment, dipshit"

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summary: the most feared mob in all of New York only has one rival, which happens to be your father’s mob. When it turns out he is indebted to the feared mob boss Natasha Romanoff, he uses the only thing he has to pay her, you…

pairing: Mob!Natasha x rival mob young reader

warnings: guns, violence, basic mob fic stuff ig :) 

genre: angst, fluff

words: 1339

a/n: this was an adorable idea! (I feel like this is trash, but I just have to get back into my writing flow)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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It has always been difficult, being the daughter of a dangerous mob boss. It wasn’t like you were forced to kill and train with your father’s minions, but you had been living a far from normal life, to say the least.

When you turned seven, your father had called you into his office. 

You had always been a nice and obedient girl, totally opposite of your father, so when he called you to him and told you you were going to stay with your aunties for a while, you believed it. Your father had sent you and your bodyguard to your room, telling you to pack all your important items. 

Once you had finished packing, your father had given you a hug and you had been brought to the car, your bodyguard driving you across town. 

However, once the car stopped at a large apartment building, you had started getting a bit suspicious. This isn’t where your aunties lived…

Your bodyguard had taken you out of the car, but you didn’t want to, leading to him dragging you out, dragging you up to the doors of the building. Once you had arrived at the doors, two women were standing there. One had blonde hair, and the other had black hair. The women with black hair grabbed your arm, allowing your bodyguards to walk back to the car and retrieve your bag, handing it to the blonde women.

After he did so, he walked back to the car and drove away. 

The two women entered the building, walking to the elevator and pressing the button that read ‘PH’. As soon as the doors closed, the women with black hair let go of your arm. However, despite her removing her grip, you still didn’t feel like you could move freely. You were fairly certain that one wrong move and she would be on you again. 

And so, you stood perfectly still, refusing to move, even when the elevator moved a bit. 

The two women barely acknowledged your presence, instead opting to look straight ahead. You felt uneasy standing in between them. 

Once the elevator stopped at the top floor, the door opened at the women with black hair grabbed your arm again, leading you out of the elevator and to a dark wooden door. The blonde haired women walked ahead, knocking on the door twice before waiting for a “come in” to be called from the other side. 

Once the approval was given, the two women walked in, dragging you after them. 

Inside the room was another woman. You recognised her immediately. Who wouldn’t? Your father had always warned you about her. She was the most feared mob boss that New York, or the world really, had ever seen. 

You were in the office of Natasha fucking Romanoff. Were you about to get killed?

The two women walked a bit further into the room, forcefully pushing you down on the chair in front of the desk. 

You didn’t dare protest, nor did you say a word. You were absolutely terrified. Your father had warned you about this women every single day of your life, refusing to let you go outside without protection because of her, and now he had knowingly sent you to her. What the hell was wrong with him?

After you were sat down on the chair, the women with black hair exited the room again, leaving you, Natasha Romanoff, and the blonde haired women in the room. 

“Thank you for bringing her up Carol, you can put her bag in her room,” Natasha spoke, dismissing ‘Carol’ before focusing her attention on you. 

Carol left the room, leaving you and Natasha Romanoff alone. 

“I’m sure you must be very confused, sweetheart, but don’t worry, you’ll be alright,” Natasha reassured, smiling kindly as she stacked a few papers and put them off to the side.

You took a moment, gathering the courage before you spoke. 

“Why am I here…?” you asked quietly, hoping not to disturb Natasha or step out of line.

Natasha smiled, turning to you once more. 

“Your father made some pretty nasty deals. Deals that he couldn’t follow through on. He needed to pay me something, and he didn’t have the money, so I demanded you instead,” Natasha explained, leaving you to look at her with a shocked face.

“You don’t have anything to worry about, sweet girl. I promise you were are much better company than your father’s mob ever was,” Natasha stated, smiling sweetly before she moved to get up, walking around the desk towards you. 

She extended her hand, motioning for you to grab it. 

“How about we go check out your new room?” she suggested, allowing you a moment to think before you nodded and hesitantly grabbed her hand, allowing her to pull you up. 

She led you out of the office, leading you through the pent house towards another door, which was a different colour than the rest of the doors. The door was a beautiful dark shade of your favourite colour, and while you thought your favourite colour would never go with the aesthetic of the apartment, for some reason Natasha made it work. 

She pushed the door open, allowing you to step inside and take in the room. It was beautifully decorated and exactly your style. 

Your eyes widened in excitement, jumping up slightly. You weren’t able to contain your excitement as you saw the room. It was perfect. 

Natasha smiled as she observed your reaction, letting go of your hand to allow you to look around. You did, running from place to place to explore all the play items placed in the cupboards, ending your little exploration by jumping on the bed. 

“I love it!” you yelled out, letting yourself drop on the bed. 

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You had lived with Natasha for about three months now, and you were happier than you had ever been. Natasha never hit you if you did something wrong, and she played with you everyday. She was willing to drop all her work if you asked her to play dress up, or if you asked her to play with your dolls. 

You had never been more loved than you were now, and you were happy your father had offered you as payment to Natasha Romanoff. 

Her henge people also adored you. You would play with them as well, and everytime they happily played with you. Your favourite were Carol and Valkyrie. They were the two women that had brought you in on the first day, and they turned out to be your best friends. 

Little did you know that Natasha had known you father hit you at home. She knew the mob boss of the rival mob was not just any criminal. He didn’t have morals, or principles. He did what he did when he felt like it. He wasn’t a good person to those he cared about, so when Natasha found out he had a daughter, she knew she needed to investigate. 

She had sent a hengemen uncover to find out more about you, and what was reported back to her shocked her. 

You were hit whenever you stepped out of line, and you were not well taken care of at all. Once Natasha learned about your situation, she decided she had to get you out, setting up an elaborate deal she knew your father couldn’t get out of.

When you father unsurprisingly failed to follow through on his end of the deal, he was in large debt with Natasha, and she knew she could demand anything from him. 

And so, she demanded she would get you as payment, knowing your father couldn’t do anything but follow through. 

Over the months she had build a soft spot for you, and she was more than glad that she had done what she did. She saved you, and now you were happy. 

Natasha Romanoff may not have been the best human being on the planet, but to those she cared about, she could not have been better. 

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[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

Lily, Marlene and Sirius getting arrested

Lily: OK, sir, I would just like to state for the tape-

Officer: There is no tape.

Lily: …that we are completely and totally innocent. And this is a horrific miscarriage of justice.

Officer: Grand.

Marlene: Excuse me?

Officer: Here’s what we’re at, girls.

Sirius: I’m actually a boy.

Officer: OK, love. 

Officer: We’ve had several reports of suspicious activity…

[talesof-old]

dearest gentle readers | introduction

pairing(s): marauders (undetermined) x reader

warning(s): eventually 18+, bridgerton au, mentions of marriage, slight cursing?, i’m not british so just pretend i know what i’m talking about, mentions of scandal and incest, not proofread/edited so forgive me

word count: 818

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Sponsored by Lady Minerva McGonagall and desperate to find a match before you’re truly considered a spinster, you find yourself caught up in the whirlwind that is The Season. Will you be able to find a husband by August? Or is fortune just as fickle as the ton?

Swathes of fabric lined with lace, ruffles, and beads filled the great expanse of the room.

Yellows as pale as cream and blues as deep as midnight thrown over chase and chair. London’s dreary gloom seemed brighter the longer such a vibrant array of colors decorated the space. Lady Minerva McGonagall wasted no expense on the three debutantes she’d chosen to sponsor again this season.

Beside you, Mary eyed the fabrics with rapt attention.

You fingered the expensive satin silk of the dress nearest to you. Simple in silk, but a striking royal purple, it truly was a marvel of craftsmanship.

“I can’t believe how many dresses there are.” Mary’s Scottish accent appeared to be far less pronounced than what you might’ve imagined, but you three were sure to be an odd bunch. Lady McGonagall had sponsored you lot for two years already. A favor welcomed by your not-so-noble families. Or rather, your not-so-wealthy families.

“I’ve decided on new wardrobes for you this season. You will be married by the end of it, if I have any say. Mary’s are by the window and Lily’s are by the bed.”

Minerva’s sharp gaze turned to you. You’d had either the luck or misfortune (which one it was, you weren’t quite sure) to additionally spend the last few years as Minerva’s ward. Her rough edges were thorns you’d grown accustomed to, especially in her times attempting to make you a reputable lady.

“Your’s are by the chest of drawers.”

She’d certainly paid attention to detail. Mary’s dresses consisted almost entirely of her favorites: warm pinks and oranges. Brilliantly cut to showcase her clavicle, each dress appeared as if it would cover her breasts modestly but still draw attention to her long, slender neck. The simplicity of their silhouettes showcased the utterly perfect embroidery that decorated each bodice and skirt.

Lily’s were a myriad of greens, sprinkled with the occasional peach or yellow. Her soft, drapey dresses contrasted beautifully with the sleek lines of Mary’s attire.

Your own clothes appeared to be a quite suitable mixture of the two.

In moody shades of blue and violet, with the odd periwinkle and silver, you were honestly looking forward to donning the impressive garments. Any jewelry you wore would be borrowed from Lady McGonagall’s extensive collection. A collection, you were afraid to say, you’d miss dearly once you wed.

It was Lily that surged forward to examine her pieces, a chorus of thank yous from each of your lips as you did the same. Minerva smiled knowingly. Your dresses last year and the year before were beautiful, yes, but these actually suited you in a way those hadn’t. Three years of sponsoring the same girls had gone from a favour to fondness. She leaned onto her cane as her gaze flicked between you all. Still, she would be lying if she said she wasn’t eager to find you husbands.

“This is beautiful,” Lily breathed. In her hands, an elegant ensemble of a cream colored fabric hung. You grinned. If this was any indication of how this year’s season would go, you were more than ready. Jill, Minerva’s favorite maid, entered the room holding four sheets of familiar pale paper. Your eyes narrowed in delight. Lady Whistledown’s Society Papers were a joy every season. Mary reached for the pamphlet first. She knew better than anyone how gossip could be wielded as a weapon, and her eagerness to uncover the secrets of this year’s marriage mart was palpable. You felt the same.

Dearest Gentle Readers,

How lovely it is to greet you again. Our time away from Society has proven wonderfully refreshing indeed, though I would be quite the liar if I claimed to not miss you. Our extraordinary ton has now returned from our glorious reprieve, and it seems there are a many anxious mamas hoping to prey on the unsuspecting wiles of this Season’s eligible bachelors.

Last year, scandal swept through the ton when none other than Miss Narcissa Black married Duke Lucius Malfoy in secret after a supposedly whirlwind love affair. Hopefully, Mr. Sirius Black is as unbothered as he appears.

Regardless of the nearly disastrous ending to last year’s entertaining exploits, the new batch of debutantes seem sparkling indeed.

There is fierce Lady Charity Burbage, who proves to be a bold wonder amongst a meek crowd. Or perhaps one might find interest in Lady Aurora Sinistra, who I dare say is more brilliant and sharp than ever. Even Lady Pandora Rosier seems dreamier of late.

There is one thing for certain, reader: this season will be one to remember.

Keep your wits about you. Scandal lurks in every corner, as tricky as a hungry fox and more than ready to sink its claws into an unknowing victim. Guard your hearts, gentle ton, for I fear what I will write this season will be quite damning indeed.

Yours Truly,

Lady Whistledown

[steinfellds]

She Always Will Know

Pairing: Natasha x Fem!Reader (Carol x Valkyrie)

Summary: You're home alone and assume you are able to get away with touching yourself. Natasha reminds you that she will always know when you do.

Warnings: Dom!Carol, dom!Natasha, sub!Valkyrie, sub!Reader, Captain kink (c), daddy kink (n), public sex, use of vibrators, edging, overstimulation, begging, hair tugging, marking, fingering (v receiving), strap-on sex (v receiving), masturbation, video tapping, watching through cameras, mentions of gun violence, choking, degradation, giving head (v receiving), humiliation kink.

1.8K Words

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When you opened your eyes, you let out an annoyed huff. Natasha's side of the bed was cold, meaning she had gotten up hours ago and had left the house for work. You knew she would be gone in the morning because she always is, but sometimes you give yourself false hope that she will be in bed with you, waiting for you to wake up.

You pull yourself out of bed and shuffle towards the bathroom. The cold tiles feel uncomfortable against your bare feet. You quickly wash your face and brush your teeth before exiting the bedroom and walking towards the kitchen.

"Good morning, Ms Y/L/N." Your greeted by one of Natasha chefs.

"Morning." You mumble.

"Ms Romanoff ordered me to give this note to you." He passes the hand-written note over to you and you eagerly open it.

Good morning, baby.

Make sure you eat and drink something this morning. I won't be coming home tonight to collect you. I'm having Bucky go and pick you up and drive you to my hotel room. It's a formal occasion. I've left a tight black dress in your wardrobe, wear that. I've also left a special surprise in the pocket of the dress. You will know what to do with it once you see it. Remember, I'll know if you don't.

Love, Nat.

You crumble up the note in your hand and toss it into the bin.

"Thanks."

You quickly walk back to your room and open your wardrobe. A smile forms when you see the dress Natasha has picked for you. It's a beautiful dress. You check the pockets of the dress and pull out a bullet vibrator. It must be a new vibrator, you've never seen it before.

You stare at the vibrator in thought. Natasha won't be home tonight and Bucky won't be coming to get you for a few hours. Nobody would know if you had a few orgasms without Natasha's permission.

You place the new vibrator back into the dress pocket and walk over to Natasha's closet. You grab one of Natasha's vibrators and get back into bed. You turn the vibrator onto the lowest setting and hold it against your clit. You let out a soft moan as you turn the power settings up, slowly getting to the highest setting. It doesn't take long for your first orgasm to wash over you, making your back arch and your eyes roll to the back of your head.

If only you were more aware of your surroundings, you would have noticed the camera facing the bed.

A few hours later, you're in the bath. Your muscles feel achy and you feel like you're floating on a cloud. You glance over at your phone and gasp when you see the time, Bucky could be here any second. You quickly get out of the bath and start getting ready. You slip the new vibrator inside of you, fighting the urge to pull it back out. You're still so sensitive from your earlier activities. You put the black dress on and apply light make-up. Within 15 minutes, you're ready.

You hear a knock on your door and Bucky's voice call out, "Y/n, you ready?" He asks.

You open the door with a smile. "I'm ready."

The drive to Natasha's hotel room doesn't take too long. Bucky walks you up to Natasha's room and knocks on the door, waiting for someone to open it before walking away.

"Y/n! Hi, sweetheart. Come in." Wanda answers the door, grabbing onto your hand and pulling you inside. "Gosh, you look beautiful. Did Natasha pick out that dress?"

You nod with a small smile. You don't mind Wanda, but sometimes she scares you. You've seen her go trigger-happy once, which was not a pleasant experience.

The hotel room is full of people. A few of the people you recognise are workers for Natasha and some of the other people you recognise are Natasha's friends. You quickly scan the room for Natasha and frown when you don't see her.

"Natasha's in the back room with Carol and Valkyrie." Wanda tells you. It's almost like she can read your mind.

Wanda leads you to the back room and opens the door. Your stomach does a flip when you see the sight in front of you.

Carol is wearing a bra and a black strap-on. Valkryie is completely naked and pinned beneath Carol. She has one hand wrapped around Valkyrie's throat and her other hand is groping her breasts. Natasha sits on a chair in the corner of the room with one hand down her pants. When Natasha notices you, she beckons you over and ushes Wanda away.

"Hey, baby." Natasha's voice is raspy. She grabs onto your hand and pulls you into her lap. She softly grabs your chin, rubbing your lips with the pad of her thumb. Your mouth drops open slightly and you take her thumb into your mouth, sucking and licking it. You stifle a moan when you taste her.

"Do you have something to tell me?" She asks, pressing down on your tongue.

You give her a confused look.

"Something that happened this morning? It went on for hours." A grin forms across Natasha lips as she watches the realisation fall over your face.

"I didn't-" Natasha cuts you off as you mumble around her thumb.

"You didn't, what?" She questions, "You didn't think I'd find out? Baby, I know you're just a needy, dumb slut that can't control herself. I will always know."

A loud moan from Valkryie pulls your attention over to her. Carol's hand is still wrapped around Valkyrie's throat but Carol's other hand is on Valkyrie's hips, holding tightly onto her as she slams her cock into her. Valkyrie's hand comes up to her mouth and muffles her moans for a few seconds until Carol rips her hand away.

Natasha roughly makes you look back at her, digging her nails into your skin. You softly wince at the pain.

"Look at me, not them." Natasha snaps.

You nod, silently watching her with fear. This isn't the first time Natasha has punished you, but it's the first time she's punishing you for touching yourself without permission.

Natasha reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small object. She presses down on a button, and a wave of pleasure washes over you. Almost immediately, the pleasure becomes too much for you to handle and it quickly turns painful. Your head falls against Natasha's shoulder and your hands grip her shirt. Natasha switches the vibrator off and waits a few seconds for you to calm down before turning it on to the lowest setting. The lowest setting isn't too painful. It's more of a pleasurable pain.

"How many times did you cum?" Natasha questions, pulling your face out of her neck so she can look at you.

You consider lying about the number, but you're sure Natasha already knows how many times you came.

"Fourteen times." You mumble, biting your lip hard when Natasha turns the power up slightly.

You hear Valkyrie moan out again. "Captain, please, please." She whines, "Please let me cum."

You fight the urge to turn around to look at Valkyrie and Carol.

"She can cum." Natasha tells Carol.

The whiney moan Valkyrie lets out makes your thighs clench together. Your action doesn't go unnoticed by Natasha but she doesn't mention anything.

After Valkyrie comes down from her high, Natasha calls Carol over.

Carol's fingers thread themselves through your hair, pulling it to make you look up at her. Carol is covered in sweat and smells of thick sex.

"I watched you get yourself off earlier. It was cute how defeated you looked when your fingers weren't doing a good enough job." Carol smirks. Your face heats up with embarrassment as you realise that you were being recorded and Natasha probably showed the video to all her friends.

"Make Valkyrie cum fourteen times. I want to show Y/n what she's missing out on because of her slutty behaviour earlier."

Carol looks over at Valkyrie on the bed before turning back to Natasha, "I can make her go fifteen more times, she's got a little bit more left in her."

Carol tugs roughly at your hair, making you cry out in pain before walking back over to Valkyrie. She whispers something in her ear and Valkyrie nods. Carol is softer this time. She softly pushes Valkyrie's thighs apart before laying down between them and fucking her with her tongue. Valkyrie whines out and arches her back. Her hands grab onto Carol's hair and pull her closer to her.

Natasha's hand rubs at your thighs, her fingers slowly reaching higher. She pushes your panties to the side and rubs small circles on your clit. Your hands buckle into her hands and she chuckles.

"Already so desperate for more."

Natasha presses another button on the controller and your pleasure increases. Natasha continues to rub your clit in circles, loving the way you try to control the pleasure in your face. Natasha turns up the power to one more level and you moan loudly.

"Daddy, I'm sensitive-" You whine, "I'll cum."

"Control it." Natasha pulls her fingers away from your clit and starts to pull your dress off you. Once your dress is off, she gives her attention to your tits, pinching and rolling your nipples between her fingers. Your back arches and you feel yourself coming to the edge of your orgasm.

Valkyrie whines out something before going completely silent. You watch as her face contorts into pleasure and how her hips rut into Carol's face, riding out her high.

The moment Valkyrie orgasms, Natasha turns the vibrator off and stops touching you. You want to let out an ungrateful whine, but you know that'll get you nowhere tonight.

Carol kisses Valkyrie's thighs and rubs them softly, giving her girlfriend time to gather herself. With a quick nod from Valkyrie, Carol starts to eat her out again. Natasha turns the vibrator on again and you buckle your hips into nothing.

You're slowly starting to become frustrated and whiney from Natasha edging you. "I'm sorry!" Natasha kisses up your neck, leaving hickeys and bite marks in her path. "I won't touch myself without your permission again. Please, please just let me cum."

Natasha rubs your hips in a comforting way, "You hear that, Carol? She's already begging for more."

Carol lets out a chuckle without pulling away from Valkyrie. The vibrations send Valkyrie into her 2nd orgasm. This time, Natasha doesn't turn the vibrator off, in fact, she increases the power setting. You slam your thighs shut and grip Natasha's forearm, trying to control yourself.

As Carol starts to fuck Valkyrie with her fingers. Dread falls over your face. This is going to be a horrible, long night of constant edging and teasing.

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please tell me i’m not going insane and someone had a link to that one video where the girl is filming herself so you can just see her and her gfs legs and her gf had heels and like suit pants on and she like sits in her lap or smthin PLEASE SOMEONE LINK ME IT EVEN ITS IN AN EDIT OR WHATEVER!!!

[romancingdaffodils]

Something.

He say, “I know you, you know me”

Remus Lupin x gn!reader

warnings: umm, nothing yet really. Reader wears a dress and there's cigarettes smoking. Is set in 70s UK! (Biblically accurate collars and there will be talk about the riots back then )

Hey! Have you missed me? I bet you didn't expect my return with a 5k word long fic about our lovely Remus. There's more chapters to come, I just wanted to lay the foundations for something new. The titles have been stolen from: Something - The Beatles and Come Together - The Beatles

I can't really explain the plot as it doesn't actually exist yet, but for this chapter: Black family ball - reader makes her formal society debut: joins forces with the other teens there. Its a bit crappy really, but it will get better I promise. I'm just a little rusty. Just know they are magical but aren't yet back at Hogwarts.

Debutant. You were a debutant at a Black ball. You were making your debut in front of the entire Black family, and every other powerful wizarding family. To phrase it as simply as possible: you were bricking it. Your dress was widely uncomfortable and you hardly moved for fear of the corset breaking and tearing you to shreds. Every piece of jewellery that hung upon your body made you feel as though you were a Christmas tree. You’d been primped and preened like a tree - styled to the taste of your homeowner. You were merely being placed on display to impress other families, like a tree. 

1977.

Your hands were shaking as you sat in the car beside your stepfather - whose name was William. The man who had turned you from the daughter of the best dragonologist the wizarding world had seen to a Christmas tree. You were his very own all-year-long Christmas tree. 

A small sigh left your lips as the car stopped outside of the Black mansion. Then, a larger sigh followed. You screwed your eyes shut before reminding yourself it was one night and then you were safe for a few weeks. Safe from the sheer embarrassment of debuting. You knew no ‘respectable’ wizarding family would see you as legitimate due to your lineage. The only reason your stepfather had enforced your debut was to protect his own image. He had been from a respectable family but had failed to realise marrying a woman far poorer and smarter than him would damage his reputation. He simply wanted you to have the best of both worlds. Even if that meant being a year-long Christmas tree. You understood that, to an extent. However, you couldn’t understand why he had insisted you debuted at a Black ball - especially as it was just before school restarted. You knew the Blacks from Hogwarts. Each and every one of them were popular in their own regard. Sirius Black was actually popular. The rest were just feared. However, if you embarrassed yourself at this ball you knew none of them would ever let you live it down. With Sirius being part of the infamous ‘marauders’, the teasing would be relentless. Nobody wanted to make an enemy out of them. Fortunately, you were almost completely certain not one of the group knew your name. You were rather good at blending into the background despite sharing many classes with them. You had sat next to James in potions during your fifth year. However, Lily Evans had sat on the table beside yours so he never really paid attention to you. It had stung a little at the time - to be ignored by someone so influential. But, part of you had learned to love not being seen by them because you were certain you couldn’t handle the fate of Severus Snape or Lily Evans. You had your own small group of friends; you were happy. Invisible, but happy. 

Alas, you cannot stay simply content forever. And, something was telling you that tonight would change the course of your future forever. Perhaps it was your hormonal teenage brain being over dramatic. Or maybe, just maybe, you could change your path in life after today.

Your stepfather helped you out of the car. The house was huge. You would describe it as a mansion. It was made from a stunning grey stone. Each window was perfectly carved out with swirls and edges. Pillars crawled across the front of the house, holding up the foyer. It clearly had ancient Roman and Greek influences alongside being an English gothic manor. As you moved closer towards the home you made it your mission to absorb each detail. There were gargoyles where the foyer met the wall. They looked down at you with contorted faces. One side of the house had a small sprig of ivy crawling up its walls. You had no doubt that would be quickly dealt with. You were then greeted by the doormen who led the two of you through a back entrance up to the second floor. Apparently, it was a Black tradition to have any debutants walk down the grand staircase as their entrance - you know, just to really display the Christmas tree. Your stepfather squeezed your interlocked arms. It didn’t really help your nerves. You and large staircases had never particularly agreed. In fact, anyone who knew you would probably campaign to keep you as far away from staircases as possible. This was due to a rather embarrassing fall down the stairs during your first year at Hogwarts. You were extraordinarily fortunate in that only your friends had seen it. It was now a longstanding inside joke. Your legs felt like jelly with each step you took towards the grand staircase. The doormen stood beside the grand doors. The doors had gold painted around the edges and were clearly a very expensive dark oak. It all made you feel very poor. It had engravings that looked like branches reaching out towards you. You turned your head to your stepfather, who nodded at you. Neither of you had spoken a word to each other after the car left your home driveway. Your name was announced by one of the house elves downstairs. You couldn’t quite believe it was 1977 and they had actual doormen - you were trying to rationalise this by assuming it was a tradition for balls. 

The doors swung open. The pair of you walked towards the stairs. You inhaled, and then exhaled. Each shaky step was a step towards finding the buffet table and filling yourself up on expensive chocolates or so you told yourself. You descended the stairs and your eyes scanned the room. Your dress dragged along behind you. Everyone was dressed similarly. Classy ball gowns, expensive silk gloves and tuxedos tailored to a t were all you could see. Then, your eyes landed on a rather odd-looking bunch of people. One was wearing a leather jacket, one a proper tuxedo, one was wearing a tux that was slightly too short and the other seemed to have lost his suit jacket and waistcoat. Suddenly, it dawned on you. It was the marauders. All four were here. And, all four were staring directly at you. Everyone was staring at you. You were clinging onto your stepfather for dear life by this moment. You continued to force a grin as your eyes surveyed the room once again. You locked eyes with a girl in a blue dress. Your own thoughts thanked Merlin as you looked down at her. An ally. Alice Fortescue. Never before had such a great sigh of relief left your lips. You were now able to admire the attire of the room. Brightly coloured tuxedos and oversized collars made you feel at home - it felt like being back in muggle England. The comfort of knowing you weren’t alone allowed you to make it down the stairs without falling. You were then led towards Orion Black, the one hosting the ball. You nodded your head respectfully as William thanked him. You thanked him also, attempting to appear as polite as possible. William kept your arms interlinked as he whisked you around the room to ‘mingle’. You met and thanked countless Black family members for their ‘most gracious invite’ that you were supposedly ‘honoured to have been given’. It became repetitive and slightly exhausting after the fifth person. William then introduced you to the Potters. And, Merlin, they simply exuded rich. Fleamont was kind and jolly: clearly coming from old money. His tux was not at all in the 70s style, but was much rather timeless and extremely classy. Euphemia wore delicate jewellery and a simple dress that screamed and shouted the word elegance. She had complimented your dress. You felt like a fool standing beside her. She was absolutely breathtaking in both appearance and character. Euphemia had also asked if you knew James. You replied with ‘kind of’. She said he probably wasn’t your type of person; he was too much of a troublemaker. You laughed politely.

Then, once you deemed it appropriate and William had found some old friends to converse with - you escaped. Weaving through the crowd, you moved towards the spot where you had spotted Alice. 

“Alice! Oh thank Merlin you are h--“ you cut yourself off. Yes, Alice was standing there looking overjoyed at your presence. However, she had company. Her boyfriend - Frank, who you didn’t mind, had his arm wrapped around her waist. And, yes, Frank was okay but, he played quidditch. Gryffindor quidditch meant he brought along the very people you were set on avoiding. Sirius Black, James Potter, Peter Pettigrew and Remus Lupin. They were all smiling at you. Remus tilted his head down at you - he was standing the closest to you.

“Oh! Don’t you just look stunning. I thought I was going to have to spend the night with these idiots. I am SO glad you’re here! I can’t even believe my family got an invite. Panda is here somewhere too—“ Alice said, all very excitedly. She was then cut off.

“We haven’t met before, I’m Sirius Black,” Sirius said, offering out his hand. You assumed (quite correctly) that he was attempting to flirt with you. Naturally, your instinct was to shut him down.

“I know. I’ve been in your classes for the past 6 years. Actually, I sat in front of you in transfiguration last year.” you stated, deadpanning at him. Everyone in your little group froze, not quite sure how to react to that. Apart from one. Remus Lupin - who laughed. He laughed quite heavily.

“Nice one, Pads,” he stated, rolling his eyes. You often forgot Remus was Welsh. You wished he spoke more often - he was the only tolerable one of the group. You wondered why he had just called Sirius ‘Pads’, but decided to keep questions to yourself. “Well don’t act like you know who she is!” Sirius spat back, like a true diva. Remus shook his head and opened his mouth to answer. He was interrupted by the ever-booming voice of James Potter.

“Oh, Merlin! I know who you are! I sat next to you in fifth year- potions, right?! I remember because you told me that if I wanted Lily to talk to me I should get her to tutor me. Smartest idea ever.”

“Sounds like it was just an excuse to get you to shut up in lesson.” Peter said, shrugging his shoulders. This earned him a jab in the arm from James, who rolled his eyes.

“Do any of you actually know my name?” you replied, sarcastically. You didn’t expect much. Clearly, neither did Alice as she had already interlocked arms with you; she was ready to make an escape.

Remus said it. Very softly. It was so quiet you almost didn’t hear it. “One of us has to pay attention to the rest of the world.” he added, a little bit louder. You raised your eyebrow at him, but Alice had already started to drag you away. You looked back at him, feeling extremely confused alongside conflicted. Why did he know your name? Part of you said it was just someone actually acknowledging your existence, but you really couldn’t believe it. So, once again you asked yourself ‘why the fuck does he know me?’.

You smiled as Panda told a story - it was something about her summer adventures. You’d been a little too distracted with the expensive chocolates to listen fully but, you were sure it was extremely entertaining. You liked Pandora. She was a little whimsical, but extremely smart. She was not one to be messed with and seemed to have rather unlimited confidence. It was infectious. Alice had also offered up a catchup of her own summer. As expected, she had spent many a day with Frank. You thought the pair were adorable. You were certain they’d remain together no matter what. She had retold a story about visiting Cornwall with Frank’s family. To be completely honest, you were jealous. One, of the fact they had managed to have good weather and two, of how truly sweet their relationship was. You didn’t think it was possible for two people so you to be so in love. It was impressive.“Why don’t we go into the gardens? Or do you need to mingle more?’ Panda asked, looking at you. You smiled and shook your head. It appeared William was doing all the mingling for you and you’d much rather avoid the potential for any embarrassment in front of such a crowd. You had a habit of saying the wrong thing at the wrong time. 

“Let's go, get me out of here! I don’t know if I can stand this company any longer.” Alice joked, you smiled and followed behind the two of them as they walked. 

The gardens were beautiful. All kinds of flowers sprouted from the plant pots. Rose bushes lined the outside. You wondered what spell they had used to keep the flowers in bloom. You had no doubt it was at a large inconvenience to the house elves. Your hands gently dragged over the petals of one of the roses. It was a gorgeous deep red colour. It reminded you of the flowers from fairytales. Alice and Luna were sat on a bench, still chatting. You had found yourself with no choice but to admire the stunning plants. There were archways coated in ivy. Orange trees, with flowers that smelt simply divine. And, your own favourite, daffodils. They were tucked away in the corner, but had still made it into the garden alongside a mix of wildflowers. 

A rustling came from one of the archways, and yet again - the marauders popped out. However, this time they had increased in numbers. With the addition of Lily Evans, Mary MacDonald, Marlene McKinnon and Dorcas Meadows they were now ten times more intimidating. They had also gained the stowaway of Frank, who had clearly just been on the lookout for Alice. You looked over, examining each one of them. You then decided that to be their friend you had to be a supermodel. You just couldn’t believe that a group of teenage friends were so absolutely breathtakingly gorgeous. And, yet, here they were.

And then, they all started talking. So easily. Conversation flowed, cigarettes were passed out and drinks were shared. James and Peter sat on the floor; Sirius leaned against the wall and the rest sat across the two benches. You stayed in the corner, admiring the plants. That was until you received a tap on the shoulder. You turned your head. Stood behind you was Remus Lupin, holding out a cig and lighter. 

“Oh, thank you,” you said, smiling softly as you placed the cigarette between your lips. You cupped the lighter with your hand as you lit it and then passed his lighter back to him.

“Not a fan of Sirius, then?” he asked, letting out a puff of smoke. He then turned to look at you. He had moved to stand next to you as he placed the lighter back into his trouser pocket. He must’ve discarded his blazer some point after your arrival because he was now left in just his shirt (which actually fit) and trousers. His trousers were a little bit too short but, you could only see it because of Williams's expert lessons in proper tailoring. 

“I think his head is a little bit too far up his own arse is all. I don’t dislike him.” you responded. Remus laughed a little, shaking his head. You blew out some smoke. You hadn’t managed to get your hands on a cigarette since before summer. Merlin, this was nice.

“I don’t think you’re the only one who thinks that. He’s alright - most of the time.” he replied, looking over at you once again. You had only just realised who you were talking to - his best friend. He didn’t really seem to mind. You decided to just play it off and hope for the best.

“We’ve never spoken before.” you said, so much for playing it off.

“No, we haven’t.”

“How do you know my name?”

“One of the Hufflepuff parties - I was sat with Alice. I was trying to help sober her up. You came over to take her to bed. I think I said she was fine - you said ‘And how would you know that? You don’t even know our names’. That was in 4th year.” he replied, letting out another cloudy exhale. You nodded, the memories coming flooding back to you. You laughed: a little embarrassed at your rudeness and a little impressed by how brash you had been.

“Yeah, I’m not the best when I’m tired. Sorry about that.” 

“No need to apologise - you were right. So, I made sure I knew your names after that. Plus, you always sat on the table across from us at lunch.”

“Oh. Hey - that’s my thing. I watch the other tables.” you replied, jokingly.

Remus chuckled lightly, nodding his head. “I’m sure you do.” he said, tilting his head.

“No, really. It’s how we found out Frank liked Alice, because he was always staring at her.” 

“That’s actually quite impressive.”

“North or South Wales?”

“What?” “Where are you from, north or south?” you asked, looking up at him. You took a small drag from the cigarette.

“North.”

“That’s where my grandma used to live! Sorry, I knew I recognised the northern accent.”

“Take it you’re from Northern England, then?”

“Northwest. Best place to be.”

“Home of the Beatles.”

You nodded and then smiled. “Who is your favourite?”

“George Harrison.” Remus replied, lifting an eyebrow at him. You’d placed such an emphasis on the question - which made it appear make or break for your conversation.

“Good choice, mines Ringo. Do you like music, then?”

“Can’t keep away from it.”

“Bowie?” “The best of the best.”

“HE IS! Hunky Dory is my favourite.” you exclaimed, a little over excitedly. Remus seemed genuinely interested in your music talk. Only one of your friends shared this interest; it was nice to have someone else to talk to about it.

“Ziggy Stardust for me. Hunk Dory is exceptional though.”

“You seem like the Ziggy Stardust type.”

“Thank you.”

“Do you like the Sex Pistols? Ooh, have you ever heard of Squeeze? Do you like the Clash? Blondie? The Jam? The Who?”

“Yes. No, but I’d be happy to listen. Yes, yes, yes and yes.”

You were resisting the temptation to scream. You looked up at him, jaw slack. Your eyes were quite literally sparkling. “Where have you been all this time?”

“At the table across from you.” he said, raising his eyebrows at you. You snorted and shook your head.

“I collect records. You’re more than welcome to borrow some.”

“I’m honoured. Would it be possible for me to listen to some with you?” he asked. His voice was soft and smooth. Your eyebrows furrowed. You couldn’t tell if he was flirting with you or if he was being serious. 

“Depends on the album.” you said, deciding that was the best response. If he really was flirting with you - which you refused to believe he was - you had to tread carefully. You refused to let yourself forget he was a marauder. He was from the group who had terrorised teachers and students alike for the past 6 years going on 7. You looked up at him, nervously tapping your cigarette.

“Every album in your collection?” he asked, with a resided eyebrow. He now looked down at you. You were facing him with every part of yourself except your body. 

“I could make that happen. It might take months though.”

“Happily spent with you.”

“You don’t even know me, I could be secretly evil and that’s why I have a small group of friends.” you said, not being entirely serious. Remus laughed a little.

“Alice likes you.”

“Alice likes everyone.”

“And, I do know you.”

“How would that come to be?”

“Professor McGonagall. She’s making us work together on coursework this year. In her words ‘to bring that lovely little girl out of her shell. She’s so lovely but just too quiet! Especially when she’s in classes with your lot.’” he said, dropping his cigarette to the ground and stamping on it. “Oh, and I saw you taking the piss out of James in transfiguration before summer. That was funny.”

“Oh.”

“What?”

“I thought I was invisible to your lot.”

“You were to them. Not to me. I had a little competition going on with you in transfiguration and potions.”

“You always beat me in tests by a mark! It’s so annoying.”

“You noticed?”

“I was starting to think you did it on purpose.”

Remus laughed and shook his head. He dipped into his pocket again. You had just dropped your cigarette. You put it out with your foot. “You look really nice tonight, is what Sirius wanted to tell you before you called his bluff.” he said, finding his lighter and the pack of cigs.

“I don’t need to hear it from him. He’s far too short to give his opinion on my appearance.” you said, joking. Mostly. This sent Remus into a fit of hysterical giggles - interrupted by the occasional cough. You laughed a little at him. 

“I can cheers to that.” he said.

“How would all your girls compliment you then?”

“Oooh, low blow.”

“Alright, Casanova.” 

“I left that lifestyle behind in 5th year.”

“It was short-lived. May you rest in peace: Remus Lupin the Slag.” 

“You will not be missed.” Remus joked, shaking his head. He then moved to light another cigarette. He held it between his lips: inhale, exhale.

“It must’ve been fun though. And, you always have people being madly in love with you. I’m quite jealous really.”

“I’m sure more people take notice of you than you realise.”

“It's taken 6 years for most people to actually learn my name - I doubt it.”

“You’re very harsh on yourself.”

You shrugged, going slightly quiet. Remus felt a discomfort in the situation and knew the feeling well. He decided to change the subject.

“How has your summer been?” he asked, sounding genuine with interest. During your conversation with Remus, you noticed he was extremely genuine. Everything about him felt real. He truly seemed interested. It sent you into a spiral of disbelief; why did he care?

“Good, actually. Thank you for asking. I got to see a load of new bands because we went and stayed in Liverpool for a few days. It was mint. And, even better, I got to go visit the house where John Lennon used to stay with his Grandma in Blackpool. It was super cool. It did mean staying at my dad's though, which sucked a little - but you know, sacrifices.”

“Sounds, wonderful. I spent most of my summer staying with James.”

“Oh, really? Was it good? I met his mother and father - they were absolutely lovely. I wonder how they produced such a loud creature.” 

Remus laughed at your calling James a ‘creature’. In fact to Remus it appeared rather ironic that you were talking to him and referring to James as a ‘creature’. Remus was well aware that his scarred face and at times withered appearance were blatantly obvious. However, you didn’t seem to mind at all. “It was good.” he replied, smiling down at you. The memories of this summer truly did make Remus happy. Especially because all four had been practically attached at the hip all summer. The only reason they were at this ball was because Sirius’ parents wanted to appear kind and carling; like they hadn’t miscommunicated their own son. Sirius had only agreed to go if he could bring his friends.

“Wait, sorry, can we back track a little bit. McGonagall said we are going to be working on coursework together? Like for the N.E.W.Ts?” you asked, looking wildly confused.

“Yeah - she said we both had skills we could offer each other in our studying. It also meant I could stop Sirius and Pete from trying to copy my work.” he replied, nodding his head.

“Wow, that’s so random. I wonder why she put us two together?” “I have no idea,” Remus replied, letting go another inhale of smoke. You looked up at him. Silently, he held the cigarette out towards you. You smiled and whispered a small thank you. After two quick drags, you handed it back to Remus - who did the same. The pattern continued as your conversation progressed. 

The pair of you continued to discuss music and school. The conversation had then shifted to books and film. Both of you had a shared love for muggle classic literature and Star Wars - both of you couldn’t wait for the second film. Remus said his favourite was The Picture of Dorian Gray. You had agreed it was a good book, but your favourite remained as Pride and Prejudice. As your conversation changed, so did the two of you. You had moved to be sat on the floor, facing the daffodils. This left you with your back to the rest of the group. It all felt very refreshing. Soon, it dawned on you that Remus Lupin was by far one of the biggest nerds you had ever encountered. He was so popular and well loved, but so unbelievably uncool. It made you laugh a little bit. He was just like you. He passed the cigarette back to you, smiling over at you. “So, what else?” Remus asked.

Confused, you tilted your head. “What else?” you repeated back to him.

“What else have I missed about you?”

“I don’t know, 17 years is a lot to cover. What have I missed about you?”

He laughed a little, understanding it was a slightly stupid question. See, Remus never thought he’d have the opportunity to get to know you, let alone actually get along with you. You’d always appeared very closed off and shy - when you weren’t with your friends. It felt good to hear you speak at a normal volume. And, to making you smile felt the best (according to Remus that is). “What do you enjoy doing?” he asked, deciding this was a better way into getting to know you better.

“Reading, writing, going to gigs, listening to music.”

“You like to write?”

“Love it. Fiction and non-fiction. I love to write my own romance fiction. It makes me feel better about the absence of it in my own life,” you joked, rolling your eyes. You didn’t mean to appear pathetic, but it was hard to not be a little self deprecating at times. It kept you humble.

“Id love to read it some time. I quite like writing too.”

“You do?” “Yeah.”

You smiled, offering back the cigarette. He gladly took it. You took a moment to just look at him. His face, his eyes, his hair and his scars. You’d never really paid enough attention to them before. They looked sore. A part of you wondered what the cause was, and another part of you told you it was not your business. You knew Remus had been in one or two fights during his time at Hogwarts. However, it had never been anything serious enough to sustain injuries like those. You tried to push it to the back of your mind but, the curiosity continued to creep up. You drew your eyes away from his scars and instead to his eyes. You’d never seen anything like his. They were brown, but almost looked like honey. You were sure you could study them for years. If you were any good at art, Remus would definitely be your muse. His hair was a sandy brown too. Everything about him appeared to be soft apart from the harsh cuts over his body. He’d rolled up the long sleeves of his shirt to his elbows. You’d found yourself wanting to stare at his forearms. Albeit embarrassing, it was the first time you’d properly liked someone your own age. You’d only ever liked people who were in the years above. Something about this felt a little different: it wasn’t purely physical attraction. He was lovely to talk to, and he saw you. He saw you. That was rare. Looking over at you, Remus lifted an eyebrow.

“Where’d you just go?” he asked, turning to face you. He stretched out his legs and groaned a little, rubbing his knees. “Oh, just thinking. Are your knees okay? You sound like my mum after doing the gardening,” you hummed, laughing a little at your own joke. Remus shook his head, laughing a little too.

“You’re cruel. I just ache sometimes.” “It’s the lankiness. It’s a blessing and a curse.”

“Probably.”

“Unless you have a secret double life.”

Remus thanked Merlin he didn’t have to answer that because James had pointed out the two of you being sat together. Everyone was now making kissing noises. You turned to him and rolled your eyes - he just laughed. It was nothing he wasn’t used to; his friends had always been like this. They continued their teasing until a noise came from the doors. Suddenly, all cigs were dropped and they pretended to be partaking in polite conversation. Much to your surprise, it was William calling your name. Remus stood up, standing on his cigarette. He offered his hand out to help you stand up. You took his offer, being particularly careful not to damage your dress. You smiled up at the tall boy. He smiled back. “I’ll see you soon, I hope.”

“I hope so too. You’ve got a lot of records to listen to” you replied, smiling wildly now. It all felt too good to be true. You turned and waved goodbye to everyone else before rushing off to find William.

You really did hope you would see him soon. He’d allowed you to forget where you were for the moment. He let you forget who you were. You felt important. 

[liyawritesss]

ᖴᒪOᗯEᖇᔕ Iᑎ ᗷᒪOOᗰ - ᐯᗩᒪEᑎTIᑎEᔕ ᗪᖇᗩᗷᗷᒪEᔕ

Ｄａｙ ２４ － Ｃｕｄｄｌｅｓ

－ A Little Cold Outside - Valkryie/Brunnhilde - Marvel's Thor

－ in which the grounds are still painted white with snow, and Valkyrie suggests and idea to keep warm from the cold.

－ Check out more prompts and other activities on the Flowers In Bloom Event Masterlist!

“Shit, it’s cold.”

You aren’t sure why the house hasn’t gotten any warmer. Despite having the heat cranked up and sporting a sweatshirt and sweatpants with fuzzy socks, you, for some reason, can’t seem to retain heat. The amount of discarded tea bags and throw blankets that litter the living room loveseat is also a testament to your feeble attempts at keeping warm.

The Norwegian weather was no joke, and as it crept closer to the colder months, you find yourself getting more frustrated with how to keep warm. You’ve stockpiled more jogging sets than what your poor closet is willing to sustain. If it gets any colder, you’ll have to buy a personal heater for every room in the house so that you don’t turn into a human popsicle.

Then, there’s your girlfriend, Brunnhidle, who finds the weather more than tolerable. In fact, she’s enjoying it.

“Hildie,” you whine as she comes down from her home office, hearing her footsteps take her to the kitchen to likely to refill her mug with the same tea you made earlier, “it’s coooollldd!”

“It is not,” Brunnhilde counters, “it’s perfectly fine in here, darling.”

“No it’s not!” You retort with a pout. “It’s freezing! I’ve spent most of the morning trying to keep warm and nothing’s working!”

“Not even the new thermal jogging set I just bought you?” The royal says as she makes her way into the living room, taking the opportunity to break and check her phone as well. She peers over the back of the couch to see you, curled up under your mass of throw blankets, looking so adorably mad at her teasing.

“I swear, I’m gonna buy a heater for every room in this house when winter sets in. I can’t handle this!”

“Hm,” Brunnhilde hums, now leaning on the back of the couch, “there is one thing you’ve yet to try, darling.”

“And what is that?” You ask, eyebrows furrowed as you look at her quizzingly. Brunnhilde’s face lights up in one of her cheeky smiles, and you know that she’s got something mischievous going on in her mind.

“Meet me upstairs, and I’ll show you.”

“That would require me to leave my spot, and the limited amount of warmth I just started garnering?”

“Trust me, baby, you’ll be way warmer upstairs with me.”

You aren’t sure what idea she’s posing, but the prospect of getting warmer is too good to pass up. And so, after moments have passed and she’s went back upstairs, you, too, peel yourself from the couch (accompanied with a singular throw blanket around your shoulders), and make your teck upstairs to your warm bedroom.

As soon as you come into view of the threshold, you see Brunnhilde between the blankets of your shared bed, still in her somewhat casual loungewear, arms open wide for you to climb into. You purse your lips together to keep from chuckling. “Is this your indirect way of asking me for cuddles?”

“You’re cold, and I need a break from being King. Kills two birds with one stone doesn’t it?”

She’s got a point, you admit. So you give up any ideas you had of teasing her to hell and back for her neediness, and pad your way over to the bed, cuddling up to your lover, tangling your limbs with hers, waiting for the warmth of her body what to set into your own.

[hii-hawaiiu]

Date?

Marlene McKinnon x Reader

Summary : You’ve been infuriated with Marlene for some time now and Professor Mcgonagall just happened to pair the both of you up.

Warnings : none!

WC: 1.7k

a/n : this story is based on a dream i had about someone.. hope yall like it!!

‘god,’ Y/N thought as she stared admired marlene. oh marlene even her name sounds pretty with her lion-like golden blonde hair, freckled olive skin, ocean blue eyes and her pretty smile that could brighten up any room she goes to.

Just then, Marlene narrows her eyes into a crescent shape smiling ear to ear at what her friend had just said “so beautiful’ Y/N mused with her chin on her hands looking like an awe-struck kid who had just seen princesses for the first time ever.

“Who's so beautiful?” Her friend’s voice snapped her out of her daydream face turning red when she realized that she had accidentally said it out loud.

she looked around then frantically searching for something, anything, when her eyes caught another pair “You, Reg! you’re so beautiful! Have I ever told you that?” Exclaimed Y/N quickly hoping her friend would believe her or at least not noticing her err— appreciation.

“No. you’re fucking with me, you were looking over there,” the slytherin boy pointed to where marlene and her friends are sitting, with the marauders coincidentally sitting close by.

Regulus’ eyes widened “NO!” He let out a loud gasp “Don't tell me you were staring at my brother?!” He pulled on her collar forcing her to face him cupping her mouthful cheeks causing her to choke on her food. She slapped him away bringing her hand up and started pounding her chest, coughing brutally, Regulus hands her a drink to keep the food down.

“i was not staring at him!” She cried out after chugging whatever liquid regulus had gave her, still breathless after her coughing fit looking at him dead in the eyes “I was just- simply admiring as some would say” —it's not like she was lying, she was not staring at him she was staring at marlene, wait, no, scratch that, she was admiring marlene.—

Regulus eyes her still clearly not believing in any of her bullshit she smacks the back of his head causing him to let out a yelp before brushing her away letting the conversation go.

“Oi L/N!” Someone whistled, rolling her eyes as she made her way to her seat, setting her bag down as the voice continued.

“A little birdie told me you were checking me out..” He trails off “is that true? y’know there's no need to be ashamed” His friends giggling like little girls at his statement.

She clicked her tongue letting out a sigh, the one time she went to class early and she had to deal with this?

She turned around to the origin of the voice looking at him up and down “oh i was totally checking you out!” She clapped her hands together, looking up at him through her lashes with a sickeningly sweet smile on her lips batting her eyes seductively bringing her right hand up to twirl her hair.

“Is that what you wanted me to say, Black?” She watched as his face changed, a scoff falling off his lips. Little did she know there was another pair of eyes watching their interaction with an amusing smirk drawn on her face.

As Sirius' expression fell, a sharp snicker cut through the air, drawing attention to a figure in the distance. Marlene was leaning against the wall, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous twinkle. Her body seemed to be gently shaking, struggling to contain her laughter.

Marlene pushed herself off the wall, gracefully making her way towards them. "Well, well, it seems like my dear friend here just couldn't resist your effortless charm, Sirius,"

She teased, her voice dripping with sarcasm. The corners of her lips curled upward, her lips on the verge of breaking out into a full-blown grin.

“Good job Y/N, you really put him in his place, we really ought to be friends” Marlene's arm wrapped tightly around Y/N's shoulder, drawing her into a warm side hug.

The proximity caused a flutter in Y/N's chest, her heart racing with anticipation, not only from being so close to the charismatic blonde but also from the realization that she had made an impressive dent in Sirius' ego.

“Thanks!” Y/N grinned, her cheeks tinged pink from Marlene's praise.

The other girl's infectious enthusiasm and genuine affection were intoxicating, and Y/N found herself leaning into the embrace. It was refreshing to be around someone who encouraged her to push the limits, someone who didn't hesitate to knock an ego like Sirius' down a peg.

Pushing her feelings aside, Y/N couldn't help but return a smirk, her gaze flickering between Sirius and Marlene. "Oh, I'm sure we'd make a terrific duo," she chuckled, a playful lilt to her voice.

Sirius rolled his eyes, his annoyance evident, but there was a hint of amusement in his expression. "You two are unbearable," he muttered.

“Aw, Sirius, you're just jealous that we have each other's charming company,” Marlene retorted, sending a playful wink towards Y/N as she tightened her hold on her shoulder. The smirk on her lips seemed to grow wider, her eyes gleaming with delight.

Y/N stifled a giggle, finding immense pleasure in the exchange. She glanced over at Sirius, meeting his gaze with a raised eyebrow. “You're just upset that I wasn't as easily impressed by your arrogant banter.”

Sirius let out a scoff, his features contorted into an exaggerated pout. “Arrogant banter? I prefer to call it eloquent wit.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, the action more affectionate than dismissive. “Of course you do,” she retorted, her tone dry with feigned annoyance.

“Well, Marlene and I have more interesting things to discuss than your inflated ego,” she remarked, subtly shifting away from Sirius and closer to Marlene.

Marlene snickered at Y/N’s remark, clearly enjoying the banter shared between them and Sirius. “That’s right,” she agreed, her voice dripping with mock seriousness. “We’ve got far more riveting topics to discuss.”

Y/N smirked, her eyes twinkling with mischief. “Oh, yes. Like the latest fashion trends, relationship gossip, and, of course, our shared disdain for pompous boys with oversized egos.”

“Settle down everyone!” Professor McGonagall entered the room, her stern expression silencing the rowdy students immediately. She announced a new paired assignment, much to everyone's dismay.

“I've taken the liberty of sorting you into partners,” she declared, her gaze sweeping across the classroom.

Y/N groaned silently, dreading the moment her partner would be revealed. To her surprise, she heard Marlene's name being announced alongside her own.

She glanced over at Marlene, who seemed equally shocked by their pairing. A mixture of excitement and trepidation coursed through her veins. This unexpected collaboration could either turn out brilliantly or end in disaster.

Sirius watched as their names were called, a mixture of annoyance and amusement playing across his features. He leaned back in his chair, his eyes flickering between the two girls.

'Oh, this is going to be interesting,' he mused silently.

McGonagall continued listing out names, the students murmuring amongst themselves, clearly not thrilled with the assignments. Once all the pairs had been announced, the class was dismissed, and Y/N found herself walking alongside Marlene towards the library to begin their project.

“Well, this ought to be intriguing,” Marlene remarked, her voice betraying her excitement yet tinted with a hint of wariness. “Working closely with my new favorite person.”

Y/N chuckled, her cheeks tinged pink at the compliment. "Oh, I'm your favorite person now, am I? I feel honored."

As they entered the library, they snagged a secluded table near the back, away from the hustle and bustle of the main study area. Y/N pulled out her notes and textbook, preparing to dive into the assignment.

Marlene took a seat beside her, a smirk tugging at her lips. "I have no doubt we'll make a power duo on this project."

Y/N returned the smirk, her confidence growing with every passing moment in Marlene's company. "Oh, there's no doubt about it. We're going to ace this project and show them all what we're made of."

She glanced at the assignment's title, her mind already racing with ideas. "Alright, what do you say we start brainstorming?"

Marlene nodded eagerly, pushing up the sleeves of her jumper. "Absolutely. Let's do it."

They spent the next hour bouncing ideas off one another, their chemistry evident as they built upon each other's suggestions. They laughed, they argued playfully, and they found themselves getting lost in the conversation.

"This is actually going well," Y/N remarked, a genuine smile on her face. "I guess we do make a good team, after all."

As Marlene glanced up from her notes, a question danced on the tip of her tongue. Their project was progressing smoothly, but her thoughts suddenly shifted, seizing a brief moment of respite.

"Hey, Y/N," Marlene started, a subtle curve of her lips hinting at a playful undertone. Her eyes fixated on Y/N's focused expression, a soft chuckle escaping her lips. "Do you know what the date is?"

Y/N paused, her gaze lifting from the parchment to meet Marlene's eyes. She chuckled, her cheeks slightly flushed with mild embarrassment. "Hmm? Oh, sorry, I was out of it for a bit” she admitted, her gaze flicking back to her notes for a brief second before meeting Marlene's once again. "Can you repeat that, please?"

Marlene smirked teasingly, a sparkle of amusement dancing in her eyes. "the date?," she repeated slowly, emphasizing the words playfully.

Y/N's eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion, her brain struggling to comprehend the meaning behind the question. As the realization slowly dawned on her, a cheeky smile spread across her lips.

"with you?" she responded flirtatiously, her voice dripping with lighthearted tease. "Anytime."

Marlene's smirk widened at Y/N's quick response. She leaned back in her chair, resting her chin on her palm as she studied Y/N's expression.

"Alright then," Marlene replied, her voice betraying a hint of intrigue. "How about tomorrow at 8?"

Y/N's eyes widened at Marlene's unexpected question. She stared at the other girl in disbelief for a moment, mentally processing the question to ensure she had heard it correctly.

"WHAT?" she blurted out, her voice betraying a hint of surprise.

[galatially]

𝑏𝑟𝑢𝑛𝑛ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑑𝑒 

𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟

[writerslittlelibrary]

Mob!Natasha x daughter!reader headcannons

masterlist

a/n: I figured writing some headcanons was a bit less pressuring, and I enjoyed this so much! I’ll definitely be writing more headcanons in the future :)

You do not have my permission to repost, copy or translate my work

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Mob!Natasha who found you when you were just a baby. She heard crying coming out of the closet after she had just killed her target. Turns out, he had already found his next victim, you. Luckily, Natasha was just in time to save you from that horrible life and raised you herself

Mob!Natasha who raised you in the safety of her Russian home. Protected, hidden, and far away from the dangers of the world

Mob!Natasha who only allowed Melina, Alexei, and Yelena to see and know about you the first 5 years of your life

Mob!Natasha who started training you for active combat the moment you could stand, wanting you to be able to protect yourself, should you ever end up being mixed into one of her ‘jobs’

Mob!Natasha who loves you more than anything in the world, getting you whatever you want whenever you want it, yet still making sure you’re not becoming a spoiled brat

Mob!Natasha who puts her trusted bodyguard, Bucky Barnes, on any and every outing you go on. You leave the house for a walk? You better count on the fact that Bucky is coming. You want to go shopping? Don’t worry, Bucky will simply come to help you carry your bags. You want to have dinner with someone? Bucky will simply sit a few tables away from you, giving you privacy yet keeping a close eye on you

Mob!Natasha who is terrified when your existence becomes known after you and her are spotted going for a little shopping trip. She will upgrade her security everywhere, putting multiple bodyguards by your side every time you leave the house. Of course, she still trusts that Bucky is the best at keeping you safe, but just to be sure, you get a few more of her men

Mob!Natasha who sometimes allows you to sit in on her meetings, letting you sit next to her, or on the ground, whichever you prefer. It’s not like any of the people she is meeting with can say anything. That is if they want to keep their lives of course. Sometimes, if you forgot to bring something she will slide you her notepad for you to doodle on, or she’ll just stop the entire meeting and order one of her men to fetch you whatever you wish. She gets to decided how her meetings go, of course

Mob!Natasha who knows you adore her henchwomen more than anything. Your personal favourite is Natasha’s assistant, Maria. You know her and your mom have some more going on. You are not blind to the lingering touches and the sneaky looks they send each other. Of course, you are a big fan of Carol. She is just so cool and nice to you, even though she can kill someone with basically a glare. To you, she is the sweetest human on the planet

Mob!Natasha who knows you adore your aunt Yelena more than anyone on the planet. Because of that, she makes sure Yelena gets the opportunity to visit more than enough. Everytime Natasha has to leave for a slightly bigger ‘job’ she simply calls Yelena to keep you company. Natasha knows you don’t need a babysitter anymore, but she likes the idea of you not having to be lonely. Besides, it is much safer for you to be accompanied by your aunt Yelena

Mob!Natasha who knows how much you adore playing board and cards games, so she told her people to never deny you a game, were you to ask. Luckily, you mostly gravitate towards Carol and her girlfriend Valkyrie, and who were they to deny you a game? They loved your company, and they loved playing your card games with you

Mob!Natasha who, when you start dating someone, runs thousands of background checks, does hundreds of checkups throughout the day, and makes sure to give whoever you decided to date a little talk, letting them know exactly what’s waiting for them were they ever to hurt you

Mob!Natasha who had the best private tutors coming to your home to teach you everything you needed to know, giving you the highest level of eduction you’d ever need

Mob!Natasha who knows that you are financially set for life, but who still allows you to go to college if you would ever want to. Of course it would be an expensive, high security private school, but still

Mob!Natasha who takes you on the multiple holiday trips during the year. You want to go to Spain? Pack your bag because Natasha will have planned a trip next week. Obviously you both will simply take her private jet, but she needs a week to book some fancy holiday home for you two to stay at

Mob!Natasha who, despite her fortune, often books small, low budget holiday trips. Everyone knows those small holiday homes are the best and the cosiest. What kind of mother would Natasha be if she didn’t give you that experience?

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[here-am-i-sitting-in-a-tin-can]

Marlene in a shirt that says “I <3 HOT MUMS”

that’s it. that’s the post.

[amasterpieceofmadness]

How the Marvel women treat you on Valentines day

including Natasha Romanoff, Valkyrie, Carol Danvers, Gamora and Wanda Maximoff :)

masterlist

Natasha

Natasha is a huge softie. So, of course, she planned something for Valentines Day. Nothing big, but she still wants to spend some alone time with you on this day. Therefore, she managed to have the living room in the compound all for yourself, all the others either on their own dates or spending the evening in a different way. As you walk into the living room you find the couch littered in pillows and blankets, a few snacks and drinks on the table next to the couch. Nat smiles up at you “You like it?” Instead of answering you pull her into your embrace and kiss her softly. The both of you snuggle up on the couch together and put on some movie you two enjoy, feeding each other with the snacks occasionally.

Wanda

Wanda can be super romantic, so, Valentines Day is a very important day for her. She spent days planning a surprise for you and it turns out, you really are surprised. As you walk into your apartment you find a bouquet of the most beautiful flowers on the side table, a little note attached to them. For the love of my life. You smile widely and as you turn around Wanda already stands there impatiently. As she sees you like the flowers she can’t hold it anymore and hugs you tightly. “I’ve prepared dinner for us. Come” She leads you into the kitchen where it smells deliciously. She really put a lot of effort into it, setting up the table with fine tableware and candlelight. You two spend the evening enjoying the food she cooked, giggling and chatting.

Carol Danvers

Carol knows that you like all that romantic stuff, so, she wants to make this night romantic for you. As she asks where you want to spend the evening, you tell her at Pancho’s and so may it be. You two ate something there before getting a few drinks. And after another couple of drinks Carol feels in a good mood. So she gets up and puts some song on at the jukebox. You laugh as she comes dancing towards you, extending her hands for you to take. You shake you head but finally take her hands and she starts to dance around with you, singing along to the song. Exactly those small things make you fall in love with each other all over again.

Gamora

Gamora doesn’t like Valentines Day at all as you tell her about it. All this romantic and cheesy stuff, that’s just not her thing. Even though you understand it you are a bit upset as you hoped that you could at least spent some alone time together. Gamora seems to notice your disappointment and decides to surprise you with a little gesture. So, at Valentines Day you find a picture of you two together in a heart shaped picture frame at your bedside table. As you turn around to look at Gamora she is already awake and looking at you, whispering with a smirk “Don’t think I like Valentines Day. I just like you” You chuckle and peck her lips shortly before turning around and looking at the picture once again.

Valkyrie

Valkyrie has heard of Valentines Day before but she never really gave it a second thought. Well, until you showed up. She still doesn’t quite understand the concept of it, but she is willing to try out those Midgardian traditions. So, at Valentines Eve, she takes you out to a place where you can watch the sunset together. Just as you sit there, thinking it’s perfect, she pulls some drinks out of her bag with a huge smirk and hands you one. “Cheers, happy V-Day” She gives you a quick little kiss on your lips and you sip on your drinks while leaning against each other, and looking into the sky.