#valkyrie x fem!reader

[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

Their Princess

Mob bosses!Wandanat x Carol, Valkyrie, and Kate x fem!reader

Word count: 1.7K

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, Dom/sub dynamics, R refers to Wanda and Natasha as Mommy and Daddy, Overstimulation, polyamory, slight exhibitionism, training/conditioning(implied), objectification, jealousy/envy, orgasm control, aftercare

Authors notes: Fuck I've never written anything like this before and I struggled a bit with it. Thank you @scarlethexelove for helping me figure out what I'd be doing with everyone and how to end it.

You loved being their princess. 

Wanda and Natasha, the powerful mob bosses who run the city with elegance and terror, have a soft spot for you. They made it clear that you're their favorite plaything, cherished and protected. Their desire for you is known to all in their inner circle, and when they’re off handling serious business, they make sure you’re well taken care of—especially during meetings that might take longer than expected.

Today was no different. The luxurious house, well practically a mansion, where they housed you was immaculate, all sleek marble, soft rugs, and leather furniture, everything pristine as a reflection of their control over the world outside. 

You had the place to yourself for the most part, but not entirely. Wanda and Natasha left you in the care of three members of their trusted circle: Carol, Val, and Kate.

While you had been left in their hands for protection, it quickly became apparent they had other things in mind.

Carol leaned against the doorway with her arms crossed, her short blonde hair mussed up in that effortless way, the corner of her mouth curled in amusement as she watched you. 

Val lounged casually in a nearby chair, swirling a glass of bourbon, her dark eyes gleaming with mischief. Kate, meanwhile, sat beside you on the couch, her posture deceptively relaxed. But you could feel the tension brewing between them.

“So,” Carol said, breaking the silence, “how do you feel about killing time with us until our two bosses come back?” Her eyes raked over you slowly taking in the little outfit Wanda had decided today. A short plaid skirt, a tight low cut top, and a pair of cute slip-on sneakers.

You shifted under their gazes, feeling the heat rise to your cheeks. There was no mistaking their intent. They had been instructed to watch over you, but they clearly had other plans.

Val set her glass down and leaned forward, her smirk widening. “I’d say we’re more than capable of keeping you occupied,” she purred, her voice low and teasing.

Kate’s hand moved to your thigh, her fingers tracing soft patterns on your skin. Your legs instinctively opened, making you bite the inside of your lip. “What do you think?” she asked, her voice playful. “They won’t be back for a while.”

You swallowed, glancing nervously between the three of them. You knew Wanda and Natasha were possessive. You were their favorite, after all. But a part of you couldn’t deny the excitement rushing through your veins.

Val noticed your hesitation and chuckled. “Don’t worry, darling. We won’t tell if you don’t.”

Carol’s smirk deepened as she pushed off the doorframe, moving to join you on the couch, sitting on your other side. “They’ll understand,” she murmured, her fingers brushing your cheek, tilting your chin up to meet her gaze. “You’re theirs, but that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun while they’re gone.”

Kate, already leaning close, pressed a soft kiss to your shoulder, her lips warm against your skin. “We’ll take good care of you,” she whispered.

The combination of their closeness and the promises in their eyes made your pulse quicken. Carol’s grip on your chin tightened slightly as her gaze darkened, while Val’s eyes sparkled with amusement as she watched, clearly enjoying your predicament. Kate’s fingers slid higher up your thigh, and you couldn’t stop the shiver that ran through you.

“I wonder who’s going to leave the most memorable impression,” Val mused with a sly smile, standing up and circling the couch, her eyes never leaving you. “Or maybe it’ll be a little of all of us.”

Your breath hitched, your body betraying you as Carol leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear. “We’re going to have so much fun, sweetheart.”

Kate's hand finally found its spot over your panties, rubbing tight circles against you and pulling a moan out of your lips. Your head lulled back and went to the side as Carol’s lips moved up your neck. Val’s hands found your chest. Pinching your nipples making more moans spill out your lips.

Just as the tension between all of you reached its peak, the sound of the penthouse door unlocking echoed through the room. All eyes snapped toward the entrance, where Wanda and Natasha stepped inside, looking as imposing as ever.

Wanda’s sea-glass eyes swept over the scene, taking in the way you were surrounded by their trusted companions. Natasha’s deep green gaze narrowed slightly as her lips curled into a knowing smile.

“Seems like we’re interrupting,” Natasha remarked, her voice smooth but dangerous.

Wanda raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at her lips. “We leave for one meeting, and you all start without us?”

The three women quickly backed off, looking both amused and a little apprehensive under the gazes of the mob bosses.

Wanda approached you first, cupping your cheek with a possessive touch. “Did they behave themselves?” she asked softly, but the glint in her eyes warned that she already knew the answer.

Natasha came to stand behind you, her hands resting on your shoulders, squeezing them gently. “Don’t worry, printsessa. You’re still ours,” she whispered into your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. 

Natasha looks at the three of them before moving over to the loveseat. Letting her muscular arm rest along the back, you felt yourself throb seeing her veins. 

“Go on you three. Show us what you can do.” Tasha speaks as she motions Wanda to come sit with her. 

Carol was the first to move, pulling out her strap as she lifted you. She sat herself down and then you on her lap, letting you slowly sink down onto her cock.

She had you facing outward. Seeing Wanda and Natasha watch you like their favorite movie while Kate came back over. Moving between your legs and letting her lips wrap around your clit; sucking, making you moan out and your head lull back before Val is grabbing your face and guiding you to her strap. 

You let your lips wrap around the faux cock just as you do with Wanda and Tasha. Moans and whimpers come out of you.

Build up after build up happens, but you know there won't be a release not from these three. You're fuzzy and your vision is a little blurry as you look at Mommy. 

Wanda is giving you a faux pout, "Go on detka, say it." And you whine out  

"I need Mommy and Daddy to cum!" You cry out. You're overstimulated by all the build up. You knew they'd been training you, but you never thought it would actually work. 

"Stop." Natasha demands of the others. They all immediately stop what they are doing. 

"Let us show you three how it's really done." Wanda walks to you.  

You're already all hazy and needy, so you're reaching out for Wanda, and she picks you up right out of Carol’s lap. You can feel her strap and Nat comes up behind you, whispering in your ear, "You need Mommy and Daddy? How about you ride Mommy while Daddy fucks you in the ass?"

All you can do is let out a high-pitched whine and nuzzle into Wanda. 

"Those aren't words princess." Tasha whispers in your ear.

"Please let me ride Mommy while Daddy fucks my ass..." You whine out and the two mob bosses smirk at each other. 

"Good girl." Wanda kisses your head. Taking the both of you to the couch. She positions herself, laying down with you hovering over her strap. Nat climbs up behind you. 

Nat pushes inside of you first and you practically cum just from that. Then Wanda is pulling you down onto her. You're already trembling from them filling you up.

It's all overwhelming but not enough at the same time. You just desperately need them. 

"Pl-please... Mommy, Daddy, need you." You whine out. 

"Oh our poor girl just needs to be used. Doesn't she?" Wanda asks and you nod frantically. 

"Yes Mommy please need you both to use me." And the two of them don't hesitate on their thrusts. Fucking you brainless. You end up losing track of how many times you've cum before both of them empty into you. 

You collapse onto Wanda as Nat pulls out to go clean up and grab something for you two. You blink a few times and see the other three girls, naked and looking just as blissed out as you. You'd completely forgotten they were there watching.

Wanda runs her fingers up and down your spine. To sooth you as you nuzzle into her chest. She kisses your head. "Such a good girl for Mommy and Daddy. Such a good toy." She mumbles against your head. 

It sends a shiver through you. She'd do it every time to ground you back down. You smile and close your eyes. Wanda looked over at the other three girls. "See that's how you make her cum. Though it was a losing game you were playing. We trained her months ago only to cum for us, by us." 

The girls all let out a groan as they lay in a mess of tangled limbs. You let out a little whine, nuzzling and hiding your face against Wanda. She chuckles and shushes you.  

Natasha walks back in with bottles of water and some snacks. 

"Come on all of you, water, snacks, time for some aftercare." Luckily for everyone the couch was enormous and though you wanted to stay with Wanda you lean up and whisper in her ear, 

"Can I snuggle with Kate?" Wanda furrows her brow a moment, but then she notices the slightly hurt expression on Kate's face as Val and Carol get comfy together. 

"Go on princess. I've got Tasha." You smile and kiss her before grabbing a blanket and Kate's hand. She's taken by surprise as you pull the two of you over to the chaise and get comfy. 

Everyone gets comfy as light flickers from the fireplace and Wanda puts on one of her favorite sitcoms. 

You nuzzle into Kate as you slowly drift in and out of sleep. The room is peaceful, with everyone comfortable and snuggled up. 

Everyone slowly drifted off to sleep. The last thing on your mind being, it was worth catching Wanda's eyes at the diner that day.

[romanoffsbish]

A Trick Question

Dark!Valkyrie x Fem!R

Request

Warnings: Nonconsensual Tracking, Stalking, Jealous-Mean Val.

Smut: Daddy(V), Baby/Slut(R), Choking, Unprotected (Rough) Sex (Valkyrie has a dick), Oral(R), Overstimulation, Breeding, Total KO

“You’ve got to be kidding me! Val, that’s my cousin!” You shouted exasperatedly, this repeat argument was starting to take a toll on your mental health, and your physical wellbeing.

“Well she looked at you as if you weren’t hers!”

There was not even an ounce of sarcasm as she yelled back at you, she was dead serious, and you were honest to God taken aback by her boldly believing in her delusional eyesight.

“I’m not doing this right now,” you decided, with a swift hand you snatched up your keys, and took off before she could try to stop you.

Valkyrie was frustrated, she couldn’t quite understand why you didn’t see it yourself. Sarah might be your cousin, but the way she spends half of her time staring at your chest when you speak, it’s clear she doesn’t care about the blood that ties you to her, and that alone leads Valkyrie to consider homicide.

——

No one will ever touch you again, she would never allow a beaut like you to slip from her grasp, but for now she’ll let you blow off some steam, and when you return she’ll do the same.

However, after you were gone for an hour she began to feel uneasy about your disappearance. It was already beyond 11pm when you took off, and now it was nearing 1am without a word. Every call went to voicemail, her texts read as delivered, and your location was stalling in place around the house, telling her you’re likely in airplane mode, and it upsets her greatly that you’d be this careless with your own safety.

Valkyrie’s hands tensely gripped onto her glass, the remnants of her scotch swirled around the bottom as she lifted it up to her pursed lips. The only thing that stops her, as she slams her empty glass down and it shatters, from calling her New Asgardian soldiers is a key in the lock.

Valkyrie slipped into the kitchen, and watched you enter the house with tense shoulders, but she saw that once you looked around they fell.

“Where were you?” she reveals herself, and you jump back, hitting your head on the front door.

She knew where you were all along, you turning your phone off forced her to check on your tracker in your neck, and she saw you were up the street at a lookout with Thor as your backup. Because not only had she tracked you, but she sent her men out to surveil you, and report back to her with any developments.

“At our lookout,” you candidly replied as you slipped your jacket onto the hook, “Thinking.”

Valkyrie hummed, “Interesting,” she stepped closer to you until your back was against the door, “I was left here worried sick, and you were just up the street thinking, what about?”

With a trembling lip you answered, “Us,” you gulped before you went on, “I think we sh—.”

Valkyrie raised her hand up to restrict your access to speech, “I agree baby, we should shut your brain off, you’re too pretty to overthink.”

The oxygen deprivation left you dumb, because when she asked for permission, you nodded, “Good girl, look at you being wise,” she smiled sweetly, but her lusty eyes dared you to run.

But the sad thing is, you knew that even if you could, you wouldn’t, you’d never leave her.

Valkyrie ripped your clothing off of your body without a care in the world their significance.

Before you could protest the loss of your moms vintage shirt she’d manhandled you off the ground with two strong arms underneath your dreamy thighs, and with her tongue already buried in your cunt she slammed you onto the kitchen table. The sound of slapping echoed in the kitchen along with your subsequent wince.

The centerpiece vase also fell, spilling the surprisingly cold water all over, causing you to squeal when it pooled against your heated skin.

Valkyrie ate you out endlessly, if you asked her what her dream job was she’d say keeping you warm; sounds innocent enough, but with the fire radiating off your body it truthfully wasn’t.

It was after about the fifth orgasm, your legs trembling so hard around her head that she finally came up for air, the sight of you looking so lost in the haze made her cock twitch with desperate need, she gasped and with breathing in pure air over your intoxicating arousal, well it helped her to remember her neglected body.

Valkyrie slid your abused body up until you were centered on the table, then she decided to test Asgardian furniture producers because she climbed on top, and hovered over you in an almost menacing manner, her grin was scary, “Daddy’s going to fuck you until you’re no longer planning on saying silly things.”

With your thighs to your chest you watched as her dick entered you with one brutal thrusting of your forced lovers hips, “Fuck, don’t you see, this slutty pussy was made for me, no one else,” her grunts continued to brainwash you into a state of serenity and agreement; hope was lost.

“Now, you’re going to block Sarah, do you understand?” You didn’t. But that didn’t stop you from nodding so she’d continue to fuck you, the feeling of her still cock inside you was torture, especially when her appendage grew tired of waiting as it twitched you into a mewl.

“Good girl,” she rewarded you with a sloppy kiss, and a brutal half minute of thrusting.

“Daddy please, don’t stop,” you sobbed, like genuine tears trailed down the sides of your head and mixed with the sweat in your hair.

“Tell daddy, who does this pussy belong to?”

Not you! “Daddy”

“What about your heart?” she slid out of you, eyes trained on your trembling lip, you were struggling to answer, but no worries, she would help with a set of powerful thrusts, “Daddy!!!!”

“Your heart rests in the palm of my hands baby,” she pressed a deceivingly tender kiss to your lips as she picked up a steady pace that had you once again forgetting your situation.

Valkyrie knew how to work your body, she bit your pulse point every time she was nearing her own release, trying to time your orgasms because the thought of that felt romantic to her. An uncanny tie to your soul as she steals a piece of it from you with every moan pulled.

“That’s a good fucking girl,” she grunts directly into your ear as she felt you spasming around her, then she’s panting again as she moves in and out of you with even more hip power as your cunt tried desperately to still her weapon.

“I’m not stopping until I know you’re good and full,” she grunts, the overexertion here enough to tire her advanced physique out, but not to stop, “You’ll be pregnant with my seed baby, a little pouch of it to pudge out your stomach.”

She laughed rather maniacally, “Then you’ll soon enough be pregnant with my heir,” she choked on her words as she once again came, your walls were thickly layered in her seed, and so she added to it, causing a massive gush of it to return to her thighs. So in awe at just how much she’s produced she failed to see you’d officially gone limp on the bed, a total KO.

“Well, I think you’re full baby,” she laughed, but at your lack of response (the anticipated whimper, of need or plea she didn’t care) was had her twist her head to see you clearly, “Oh.”

Valkyrie moaned shakily when another wave of arousal came over her, “I can’t believe I fucked you to sleep,” she almost moved to act on her throbbing cocks behalf, but then she felt a strain in her shoulders that warranted sleep, and so she laid her body atop of yours, she sloppily pecked your lips, “Sweet dreams my Queen, we’ll be wed by the end of tomorrow.”

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[moonstruckme]

hello mae! you said that you’re tentatively thinking about doing poly! jily? how about them x shy!reader who is used to spending holidays alone but now that she’s in a relationship, James and Lily wanna give her experiences of like carving pumpkins, baking cookies, or something like that.

just cute and domestic fall activities!! I hope that’s enough.

Thank you for requesting lovely!

poly!Jily x shy!reader ♡ 845 words

You smile, and James plants his lips on your cheek just before the flash. 

“Perfect,” Lily says while the camera whirs. She takes the photo it spits out, going to stow it in a shady corner of the porch. 

“Now one with you,” James urges. 

“No.” Lily waves him off as you second James’ request. “How would we get all of us and our pumpkins in it?” 

“James has long arms,” you say.

"Yeah, Evans." James grabs you roughly around the shoulders, making your face heat even as you smile. "I have long arms. Give it here."

After some debate Lily hands over the camera. James holds it out as far as he can, waiting until you’re all holding up your jack-o-lanterns before pressing the button. 

It goes beside the other photo, waiting for the film to develop. You know as soon as it does, both photos will be clustered in with the others on James and Lily’s fridge, held up by magnets beginning to lose their strength under the weight of so many. Lily has always liked to take pictures, and ever since you got together she’s been cramming ones of you into every empty space. This relationship is relatively new for you, and most days you’re still trying to figure out where you fit, but Lily and James do everything to make you feel welcome. In a million tiny ways, they show you all the time that they care just as much for you as they do for each other. 

James looks between your pumpkins pridefully. “Whose do we think turned out the best?” 

“Lily’s,” you say at the same time as Lily says, “Mine.” 

James’ mouth falls open. “Mine was good too!”

“Sorry, Jamie.” You give his shoulder a consoling pat. “Hers is just better.” 

The fact of the matter is, your girlfriend was simply patient where you and James were not. She outlined her jack-o-lantern’s face beforehand in marker, used a small knife to achieve the curvatures of one heart-shaped eye and one winking one, and took the time to make the edges of her cuts look nice and clean. James and you, however, tried to freehand things with much larger knives; it had not gone quite so well. 

“I think there should be points for creativity,” says James, frowning at his botched pumpkin. He’d tried to give it round eyes, and in the process accidentally cut more than he meant to. The result is jagged and vaguely upsetting, so eventually he decided it was an ill pumpkin and trailed its entrails out of its mouth so it looks like it’s vomiting pumpkin guts. 

“It was a very creative solution,” Lily tells James. And to you, “You did really well for your first time, too, sweetheart.” 

You snort. Yours is nearly as bad as James’. Both of your partners had to show you how to saw through the pumpkin flesh more than once to keep you from yanking the knife out and stabbing yourself. After many tutorials, you’d managed two triangle-shaped eyes, but the teeth you’d tried to put in your jack-o-lantern’s mouth had fallen out, so now it just looks like a rather simplistic, very upbeat face. 

“You did,” Lily insists, but she’s repressing a laugh too as she looks down at your pumpkin. “It’s cute.” 

“It looks like something a five-year-old could have done,” you acknowledge. 

“You and a five-year-old have about the same amount of experience carving pumpkins, so that’s not really so bad,” says James. He reaches for the polaroids Lily took. “Let’s see how these turned out.” 

“James Potter,” Lily’s voice goes sharp, “don’t you dare touch those with your slimy hands.” 

“Okay, alright.” James holds his hands up in the air. He stands instead, backing away slowly like Lily has him at gunpoint. “C’mon, lovie, let’s go fish the seeds out in the sink.” 

“What for?” you ask, following him as he carries your large bowl of pumpkin entrails inside. 

“If you separate the seeds and roast them, you can eat them.” James raises his eyebrows at you. “Don’t tell me you’ve never had pumpkin seeds before.” 

“Nope.” 

“Ugh. You poor, deprived girl.” James takes your face in his hands, and you smile despite the slick feeling of his pumpkin-y fingers on your cheeks. His eyebrows scrunch pityingly as he kisses above your nose. “We’ll right that wrong today, sweetheart, don’t you worry.” 

“You haven’t been missing out on much,” Lily says, slipping past the two of you with your photos. She wedges them underneath a magnet on the fridge. “It’s a lot of effort for a snack.” 

“She only says that because she can’t stand the guts,” James tells you conspiratorially. 

“Really?” You mash your hands into the stringy pumpkin bits. “I kind of like them.” 

Lily makes a face. “They’re all slimy and weird. And sticky.” 

“Wimp,” James teases. 

“You’ve just called them guts, James. In what world does that sound appealing?” 

“Angel,” James says in a quiet voice, “you’ll protect me, won’t you?” 

You frown at him. “Why?” 

He picks up a small mass of pumpkin guts and lobs it at your girlfriend. 

“James!”

[an-idyllic-novelist]

Anubis with fem!giyuu!reader scenario

Anubis: The childish Egyptian god of funerary and subsequent guide to the underworld. Extremely energetic and tends to shift from annoyed to elation, depending on whether things will go his way or not. He’s also a fighter, and it’s been so long since he’s fought anyone that could almost match him in agility and hand to hand combat. 

His nickname is Nubby, courtesy of the Norse God Loki.

Anubis with Giyuu!reader:

 Acts like a puppy when he’s around the Water Hashira, always eagerly welcoming her home with a big grin and bone crushing hug, followed by being smothered with wet, sloppy smooches.

His love language includes quality time, cuddling, and sparring matches. 

"C'mon, [First Name]! Round two!" The god exclaimed giddily, swaying from side to side as he watched the Water Hashira shuffle her feet, adjusting the grip on her sword, the tip of the blade pointed at him.

"...We've already had three of them, Anubis. Do you not want to try the sweet buns Nezuko has made? Tanjiro said this is the first meal she has cooked since her transformation into a demon." She furrowed her brow at him. "Unless...you'd rather skip snack time with them?"

Anubis' ears perked up, and all of sudden he darted past Giyuu!reader and towards the Water Hashira's estate with delight. He then looked back at his stunned lover.

"Why didn’t you say so earlier?! C'mon, or I'll eat all of them and there won't be any left!"

"...You'd still save some for me, anyway." Giyuu!reader murmured, placing her sword back inside the scabbard and followed after the Egyptian god, mentally praying that the kitchen won't be too much of a mess to clean later.

He will transition into feral mode if he sees his beloved covered from head to toe in injuries and did not get medical treatment. He will drag her to Shinobu’s office if he has to.  

He loves to play with Nezuko and Tanjiro. Will give them head-pats and rub his scent on their bodies so no one will dare to mess with Giyuu!reader’s wards.

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[talesof-old]

for slutty sunday…marlene using a strap on reader in the room with all the other girls the only thing keeping them from seeing or hearing are the curtains on the bed and the silencing charm marlene put on the bed…

pairing(s): marlene mckinnon x fem!reader

warning(s): 18+, smut, strap ons, lesbians, hitting it from the back, getting caught in the act, i’m still working on getting a grasp of marlene’s character so please forgive me

word count: 501

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a/n: okay so i’m still new to writing marlene but i’ll do my best 🫡 also i tried to make it dubious in terms of where they were at because i’m not trying to write about minors 😅🤷🏻‍♀️

Marlene ran a hand along your spine, tracing over the sensitive bone as she eased the strap on out of you. A modest seven inches and of average girth, you’d nearly sighed in relief when she’s first pushed into you. Both of you were needy, practically clawing at each other in the dubious privacy of Marlene’s bed, skin sticky with sweat and desire.

“You’re tight as fuck.” Marlene rasped behind you. Your elbows were seconds away from giving out, body tense as she thrusted back into you. You cried out, fingers fisted into the sheets as you tried (and failed) to keep quiet. Silencing charms only did so much when you shared a room with someone. She moaned as the fabric of the strap on rubbed against her just right.

“Marls, please, harder-“ you all but face planted when she tightened her grip on your hips and thrusted harder. She hit a spot deep inside you that had you seeing stars, body convulsing as you were thrown closer to the edge of climax. Your elbows had finally given out; any sound you made was muffled by the fabric beneath you. It didn’t stop you from being able to hear though. Marlene’s moans and grunts had turned high pitched and breathy, a clear sign she’d found a way to stimulate her clit while fucking you.

“You’re doing so good, you’re perfect-“

She bent over, fingertips swirling over your own bundle of nerves with a dedication that had you nearly screaming. Sooner than you could truly grasp, you were sent flying over the edge. An inhuman noise escaped your throat as you did; the sound a product of pent up horniness and frustration. “I love you.” She gasped.

Marlene followed just moments later, hips rolling to ride out the waves crashing over her. You whimpered. Your body seemed simultaneously tense with sensitivity and pliant from exhaustion.

Every breath you took was punctuated by a roll of your girlfriend’s hips, prolonging your pleasure as the moments ticked by. Your high came down ever so slowly. Marlene gently slid out of you. You whined at the loss and tenderness of your cunt before she flopped down onto your back, strap on now discarded somewhere at the edge of the bed. You fell into the sheets with an oomph.

Marlene giggled as she nuzzled her head into your neck, pressing kisses to your heated skin.

Something bounced off the side of Marlene’s bed. “Are you finished yet?” Mary’s agitated voice sounded from across the room. You groaned in embarrassment, your girlfriend chuckling as she waved a wand over the two of you to clean up. There was movement beyond the makeshift walls of the poster bed, and you could only assume it was Mary trying to get comfortable enough to go back to sleep.

You whispered a small, “sorry,” and hoped it would be enough to keep her off your ass tomorrow. Marlene traced small shapes onto the skin of your shoulder blade. “No, you’re not.” She murmured.

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Hey there, can I request for ROR anubis x modern reader where the reader is bored and try to summon anubis for fun and think it wouldn't work, but it end up working and now there a random Anubis in her room feel free to add what after this ~ thank you

A/N: Gladly anon! I'd love to write about silly little nubby. Hope it's what you wanted ♡

The unlikely jackal-headed companion 🐺🎃

Ror!Anubis x fem!reader

➩ A modern day girl who's favourite interest had always been Egyptian mythology, especially the god Anubis.

Found her adult life to be rather boring, so when she stumbled upon a website that could help her summon these ancient gods.

For fun she tries it, not expecting it to work until she is proven wrong and now Anubis himself has entered the mortal realm, as well as her home.

➩ Reader type: fem!reader.

⚠: Platonic & Romantic Fluff!!

In a small suburban town, nestled between towering buildings and grey streets, lived a young lonesome woman named y/n.

She was currently seated in her room adorned with posters of ancient Egyptian art and books, filled with its fascinating mythology, gods and history.

Something y/n had been fond of ever since she was a child.

But life as an adult was rather boring now, with work and other tasks keeping her away from her interests and hobbies.

Until y/n felt that sudden urge of curiosity again, rushing through her mind and body.

Soon enough y/n found herself engrossed scrolling online, stumbling upon an online tutorial on summoning the ancient Egyptian gods.

Half out of scepticism and half out of sheer boredom, y/n decided to try the summoning ritual for Anubis.

After all, Anubis was one of her favourite deities. Y/n chuckled at the stupidity and the fact this wasn't going to work.

Because it wouldn't, right?

She gathered the necessary items - candles, incense, and a makeshift altar adorned with skulls and other trinkets she found around the house.

Thinking to herself:

"If Anubis really does exist he would definitely like these, hah!"

As y/n chanted the ancient words she had gotten from the website, with a hint of amusement, she never expected anything to happen.

But to her surprise, a sudden wind and glow enveloped the room, and a mysterious figure materialised before her.

Anubis, the god of the afterlife with his jackal head, stood before her in all his majestic glory.

Y/n eyes widened in disbelief as she stumbled backward, tripping and falling to the ground. Her heart was racing in her chest, more than ever before.

"W-What..?! That wasn't supposed to-"

Y/n stutters to herself, trying to keep her cool as she shakes uncontrollably at Anubis's presence.

Anubis, as he looked around the room slowly, taking in his new surroundings was still barely visible to really make out. Because of the sudden glow to have hit the room.

While trying to adjust her sight, y/n was certain Anubis was here to collect her soul or at least judge her heart for having called upon him as a joke.

However, to her shock when the god spoke, he sounded rather thrilled to be there.

"Well, this was unexpected and delightful!" he exclaimed, his voice resonating through the room.

It wasn't as deep and booming as y/n had imagined it sounding like.

In fact, he sounded like an excited puppy who somehow knew how to talk.

Did she hit her head when she fell and was now dreaming, or perhaps even worse had she gone mad?

Unused to being summoned in the modern world, Anubis continues to look around with childlike wonder, his dark eyes sparkling.

Y/n was almost left with her mouth wide open when she finally got to see and admire the god before her.

His head wasn't actually the head of a jackal, but instead it was his headwear!

Underneath all that he was a handsome man, with dark tanned skin, sharp teeth and piercings on his chin, but also tongue.

Y/n had to gulp and blush slightly to herself, for some reason feeling embarrassed about this humanoid form of his.

Noticing y/n's bewilderment, Anubis approached her closer with a grin, offering his hand to help the woman up.

"Greetings, mortal! I am Anubis, the guardian of the afterlife. What brings you to summon me today?"

Stammering, y/n managed to grab a hold of the gods hand reluctantly while replying, she was scared his sharp nails or claws would touch her at first.

"I... I didn't really think this would work, please forgive me my lord!"

Anubis chuckled lightly, his soft laughter was admittedly very cute making y/n's heart skip a little beat.

"The whims of mortals! Fear not, if this wasn't a part of your plan I totally understand! But if you don't mind me asking, what assistance can I be to you then?"

With a nervous expression, y/n took a deep breath and the chance to think about it.

What could she possibly come up with to make Anubis, a literal god's time, be worth the while in the mortals realm?

"I suppose..somehow entertain me? If that isn't too much to ask for of course!! It's just that, these days are quite uneventful.."

Y/n to ease her nerves starts twirling some of her hair using her index finger.

A common habit she did whenever she needed a distraction.

Anubis, realising the woman was still tense, smirks to himself and thinks about a way to help her.

"Then I am here to make your mundane day more thrilling, my lady! I see your room is decorated with quite a few familiar things."

He happily pointed out, already seeing y/n's eyes light up at his comment and sharp eye.

"Oh really?! I'm so glad you find them familiar, I was afraid it would look weird to you somehow, considering I'm not from ancient Egypt!"

"Hey, don't worry about it, I love seeing people appreciate my culture."

"Phew, what a relief..!"

"But a particular reason why I am your favourite~?" Anubis without warning teased y/n, raising his eyebrow as his face leaned in close to hers.

It felt like her whole body was about to explode and her face turned red.

Damn it! She should have prepared herself for this question considering the jackal headed gods depiction was included almost everywhere!

"W-Well, you are my favourite..!"

Y/n responded in a panic, was he seriously playing with her right now?

Was this a way to catch her off guard or to test her in some way or another?

Before y/n could say anything any further, Anubis, ever the playful deity, leaped into the air out of pure happiness.

"Yippee~!!" The god exclaimed as he accidentally landed near her.

The sudden weight caused y/n to lose her balance, and she tumbled onto the bed alongside the ancient god.

"Oh uh..that was an accident, I didn't mean to scare or get that excited!"

Anubis pleaded, genuinely upset about his actions. He quickly got off y/n but all the woman could do was sigh as she had accepted her new fate.

"Honestly, this is already keeping me entertained enough."

[mias-blogs]

𝒦𝒾𝓃𝓀𝓉𝑜𝒷𝑒𝓇 — 𝑁𝑖𝑘𝑜𝑙𝑎 — 𝑂𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛

CW: Overstimilation, fem reader, sub reader, mean Nikola, vaginal sex, cervix fucking (a lil), passing out

Tears run down your face as you try to stay conscious, the man above you repeatedly slamming his cock in your poor pussy, your nails scratch his back, trying to get him to stop but to no avail, “ Aw, like that?” he whispers in a teasing voice as he holds your face, smirking at the blissful expression you have on, drool dripping from the corner of your mouth as your eyes roll back, coming for the nth time in a row.

“ Ni— ahh! Please..!” your can barely talk as you look up at him, or at least try, your eyes to blurry from your tears and your mind dizzy, shutting your eyes tightly as you try to not make too much noise, which doesn't make the scientist too pleased, he pauses for a moment, lifting your legs up slightly before starting to pull out, you let out a sigh of relief which gets stuck in your throat when he slams all the way back in again, his tip rubbing against your cervix.

You whine, your hands sliding down from his shoulders to loosely hold onto his biceps, not having the strength to resist any longer, “ Come on.. Just a little more— take it, darling, just take one more..” he whispers in your ear, making you whine, tears sliding from the side of your face, shaking your head as you try to talk, your words coming out in broken parts— not that he was listening to you anyway.

“ So tight.. could use this pretty little cunt all day.” he whispers, the words coming in from one of your ears and right out the other, not even processing what he said as you go dumb on his cock, how it fills you up and how it stretches you out, making you feel empty everytime he pulls out, your eyes are almost closed, your on the edge of passing out, the overstimulation too much to bare at this point.

“ Darling, come on, don't go passing out on me.” he scolds gently as he makes your face turn towards him, his other hand slipping in between the two of you, rubbing your clit teasing, earning a weak whine as your legs weakly kick around, your body squirming helplessness as he continues to do it, making you come all over his cock again, “ Stwop! *hiccup* ‘s too much—!” your words are cut short as he changes his pace, losing the fast movements but pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in, slamming against your cervix.

“ Shh.. Shush, dear.” he mumbled before continuing, “ Niko! ‘s too deep!” you whine, your legs trying to kick around once again, “ No ‘s not..” he replied in a mocking whiny tone, smirking at the mess he's made of you, your mind a complete mess and your poor pussy getting tormented by his cock, used like a perfect little toy he can fuck and ruin as much as he wants.

He slowly starts getting close to his own release, his hands traveling around your body until he gets ahold of your hips, slamming them down in his cock as he starts to pick up his pace once again, you come almost immediately, too sensitive to handle it anymore, the man groans before he cums inside of you, slowly pulling out to see you combined fluids slowly drip out of your abused pussy, he smirks at his work, “I've made quite the mess, haven't I?... darling?” his eyes shoot up to look at your face, “ Someone's out like a light..” he mumbled with a smile, he needs to do this more often.

[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.

[xjulixred45x]

I have this idea in my head of what a platonic Record of Ragnarok reader with human champions would be like, resembling Locusta.

(Locusta was the first documented serial killer, serving Emperor Nero of Rome and killing with poisons. She is credited with various motives(at first killing her abusive husband , latter helping other women do the same until she worked for Neron and killed His father and brother)for this and over 400 murders.)

I think she'd be a very enigmatic but cheerful woman at the same time, eager to learn more about poisons now that death is no longer a limitation, even going so far as to test them on herself. Kind of like an expert MaoMao, completely hardened by life.

IMAGINE THE POTENTIAL--

I feel like champions like Jack, Nikola, and Kojiro would be quite willing to have a friendship with her, she's a cultured woman who lived in one of the most important times in history and has a very high anatomical, chemical, and biological knowledge, there's no way to have a boring time.

(Though, Telsa will have to learn to keep dangerous liquid substances out of Locusta's reach because otherwise she will drink them in one sitting, much to his mistake and Jack's amusement.

Kojiro just watches in amazement as Locusta drinks a glass of liquid nitrogen--).

There are other champions that Locusta wouldn't get along with as well, like Quin Shi, seeing him as annoying (and probably generally having trouble trusting men in power after her experience with Neron).

Some she doesn't care about, like Lu Bu, Leonidas, Buddha etc. She just doesn't have time for more interactions. She's asocial as that.

Just a thought that comes to mind a lot while watching the series :D

Maybe i'll make a longer version of this someday--

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(ESPAÑOL)

tengo esta idea en mi cabeza de como seria una lectora platónica de Record of Ragnarok con los campeones humanos que se parece a Locusta.

(Locusta fue la primera asesina en serie documentada, sirviendo al emperador Neron de Roma y matando mediante venenos. se le atribuyen varios motivos para esto y mas de 400 asesinatos).

Creo que seria una mujer muy enugmatica pero alegre al mismo tiempo, con ganas de aprender mas sobre venenos ahora que la muerte no es un limitante, llegando incluso a probarlos en si misma. algo asi como una MaoMao experta y completamente endurecida por la vida.

IMAGÍNATE EL POTENCIAL--

siento que campeones como Jack,Nikola y Kojiro estarian bastante dispuestos a tener una amistad con ella, es una mujer culta que vivio en una de las epocas más importantes de la historia y tiene un conocimiento anatomico, quimico y Biólogico altisimo, no hay forma de tener un rato aburrido.

(Eso si, Telsa tendra que aprender a dejar las sustancias liquidas peligrosas fuera del alcancé de Locusta porque sino ella se las tomara de un solo sentón, para su error y la diversion de Jack.

Kojiro solo ve con asombro mientras Locusta toma un vaso de nitrógeno líquido--).

habria otros campeones con los que Locusta no se llevaria tan bien, como Quin Shi, viendolo como alguien molesto(y probablemente en general teniendo problemas para confiar en los hombres con poder después de su experiencia con Neron).

algunos no le importan, como Lu Bu, Leonidas, Buddha etc. simplemente no tiene tiempo para más Interacciones.

solo un pensamiento que me viene mucho a la cabeza mientras veo la serie :D

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[wandamaximoffsbadgirl]

For My King

King Valkyrie x fem!reader

Word count: 795

Warnings: 18+ MDNI, R calls V King, hair pulling, mild pain play, dirty talk, orgasm control, use of cock with magic, power dynamics, degradation

Authors notes: I've only written Val one other time and it was a short drabble of ValCarol so I hope this feels like Val~

Valkyrie is lounging on her throne, her sharp eyes watching as you approach. The atmosphere between you is charged, filled with unspoken tension, the kind you both savor. You stand in front of her, your body almost buzzing with anticipation as her gaze slides over you, assessing, commanding without words.

"Come here," she says, her voice low, a smirk playing on her lips. You obey, stepping closer until you're standing between her legs. Valkyrie reaches up, tangling her fingers in your hair, giving it a light, teasing tug.

You let out a soft gasp, your body instinctively responding to her control. She chuckles, her grip tightening slightly, pulling you down to meet her gaze.

"You like that, don’t you?" she murmurs, her voice laced with amusement. You nod, but she clicks her tongue in disapproval.

"Use your words, love."

"Yes, My King," you manage, your breath catching as she tugs your hair a little harder, the delicious pressure sending a shiver down your spine.

"Good girl," she praises, leaning in, her lips brushing your ear. Her grip remains firm, keeping you exactly where she wants you as her other hand trails down your back, possessive and commanding.

She whispers in your ear, "I want you to ride me love." A breathy noise comes out of you, 

"Yes my King.”

Valkyrie’s smirk widens at your response, the title you’ve given her sending a spark of satisfaction through her eyes. Her fingers tighten in your hair, pulling you even closer so her lips are just inches from your ear.

"That's right," she whispers, her voice like velvet, making heat pool in your core. "Now be a good girl for your King."

Your knees almost buckle under the weight of her words, but you steady yourself, heart pounding as you straddle her lap. Valkyrie’s hands slide to your waist, guiding you onto her cock with a firm, possessive grip. The way her eyes rake over your body sends a shiver through you, the power she holds over you undeniable.

You slowly sink down onto her. Her grip tightens on you as you take her whole cock. The amazing thing about Asgardian magick was that Val could change herself to suit her needs. 

You begin to move, slow at first, finding a rhythm that makes your breath hitch. Valkyrie’s strong hands dig into your hips, her mouth grazing your neck as you move together. Each pull of her hands sends a wave of pleasure through you, and you can feel her strength beneath you, steady and unwavering.

"That's it, love," she growls softly, her lips brushing against your skin. "Show me how much you need me."

You whimper, gripping her shoulders for balance as you ride her, lost in the intoxicating mix of pleasure and submission. Valkyrie’s hands move to your back, pulling you closer, her lips trailing up to your ear.

"You’re mine," she whispers, her voice low and commanding. "And you’ll do exactly as I say.”

"Yes, my King," you breathe out, your body trembling from her words, knowing there’s nothing you’d want more than to obey.

Valkyrie’s voice is a low growl in your ear, her breath hot against your skin as she gives your hair another sharp tug, tilting your head back. The mixture of pleasure and pain is overwhelming, each pull sending a shockwave through your body.

"Go on, love," she commands, her lips brushing your neck. "Cum for your King. Cum from your hair being pulled."

Your breath hitches, and your body moves instinctively in response to her words. The pressure at your scalp, the feeling of her control, has you spiraling closer and closer to the edge. Valkyrie’s hands tighten around you, her grip unrelenting, holding you exactly where she wants you as she guides your movements.

"That’s it," she murmurs, her voice dark and filled with pride. "I know you’re close. I can feel it.”

Your body trembles in her grasp, a soft moan slipping from your lips as her hand tightens in your hair once more, the pain and pleasure driving you wild. It’s too much, the pressure building inside you until you can’t hold back anymore.

“Go on…be a good slut and cum on your King's cock.”

With a final sharp pull, you shatter, crying out as the pleasure washes over you, overwhelming and all-consuming. Valkyrie’s name tumbles from your lips, your body collapsing against hers as you ride out the wave of pleasure.

She holds your hips, pounding up into you until she's shooting ropes of her cum into you. Making you grip tighter onto her as a second orgasm washes over you. Her heat settling inside of you. 

"Good girl," she whispers against your ear, her voice filled with satisfaction. "Such a good girl for your King.”

[romanoffsbish]

Treacherous

Valkyrie x Fem!Reader

A Torn up Masterpiece

Warnings: Naive R/Fuckboy King V, Summer Fling, heartbroken R.

Smut: King (V), Princess (R), Thigh Riding (R), Oral/Fingering allusion (R).

18 + | Minors DNI

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Put your lips close to mine, as long as they don't touch.—And I'll do anything you say if you say it with your hands, and  I'd be smart to walk away, but you're quicksand...

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One moment you’re entering the hall of the charity gala to rebuild Asgard, wearing a two piece suit that deliciously pushed your breasts over the edge, accentuated your ass, and left your midriff bare. Then the next you’re being pulled from the dance floor to come face to face with the woman you’ve been sleeping with.

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“Princess.,” you smiled softly., “What have I told you about dressing more modestly?,” you pouted instantly., “But, I just wanted to look good for you My King.,” you innocently said, but the glint in your eyes spoke of deviance.

Valkyrie swiveled your bodies around until she could press your body into the cold wall., “Oh, princess you look absolutely delectable.,” she whispered before leaning in to capture your lips., “So much so that now I am neglecting my duties so that I can ravish you as you deserve.”

"Fuck.," you breathily whispered as Valkyrie slipped her thigh in between your parted legs., "That's right princess, use your Kings thigh to get off.," she chuckled as you whined pitifully., "Don't whine now, or you'll remain empty."

Valkyrie's face was smug as your whimpering was now derived from the pleasure you were getting from her muscular leg pressed against your bare cunt., "There you go princess, let me hear how good you feel.," she hotly demanded.

Strong hands held you by your hips, and as your movements grew sloppier she took over., "Such a messy thing you are.,” she chuckled, and your body shivered when her hot breaths smoothed across your skin as her lips found purchase against the column of your throat. With your head thrown back like this it was easy to leave her mark behind, and your loud moans in response to her suckling were her sign that you loved her falsely claiming you.

“My King, I-I need.,” Valkyrie flexed her thigh., “Let go for me princess.,” and just like that your hips momentarily stilled before your body began to convulse from the immense pleasure., “You’re so beautiful when you come undone like this for me honey.,” her lips pressed into yours, she continued to guide you through the after effects of your orgasm while swallowing your every moan until you were breathless.

Once you’d looked to her with a relaxed, yet dopey smile she’d smirked right back., “I don’t know about you princess, but I’m famished.,” you went to agree, and offer to help collect her a plate of food from the gala, but she swiftly dropped to her knees, the words dying on your tongue when she looked up at you with a deep hunger in her eyes., “Such a pretty pussy.”

“Now this is a meal fit for a King.,” she teases while tossing your leg over her shoulder and you whimpered as she leaned in closer to your glistening cunt and blew cold air against your sensitive folds., “I’m going to devour you.”

Gluttony was truly synonymous with royalty, because the betrothed woman remained true to her words as she used her masterful tongue and dexterous fingers to fuck you to sleep…

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This path is reckless...

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The dance you found yourself entangled in with the King of New Asgard was dangerous, but the exhilaration was far too alluring to stop. Every red flag waving before you was ignored, your naive heart leading you astray, and as the Summer progressed the occurrences only became more frequent. To you it was a budding relationship, but to the King it was an already established fling, because affairs of the heart were not something she would engage in.

The woman was a valiant warrior to many, even to you at times, but in the bedroom she was uncharacteristically tender, and maybe that’s where your heart misinterpreted things. Her words were stern whenever she’d remind you of the nature of your affairs, but then as she held your body down, bringing you nothing but flashes of white hot bliss, she was so soft.

Her plump lips, her caresses, and her words always left your heart aching for a permanence. Something she herself recklessly whispered in the heat of the moment, it was unfair to make such promises, but she couldn’t help herself. Every single time—without fail, you’d believe her, it was easy to do when she’d gently clean you up, and cuddle you close after each session.

Then the illusion would fade as she clambered out of your bed, and slipped back into her garb.

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All we are is skin and bone; trained to get along—Forever going with the flow, but you're friction

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"Valkyrie...," the woman hummed as she turned to face you, her hand already on the doorknob., "Please, don't go. Stay the night."

The warrior smiled at you, the gesture worth a thousand, heartbreaking words, and your body crumpled into the mattress as she left without so much as an 'I can't.' You knew what this was when you started it, but deep down inside of you there was this childlike hope telling you that when she 'made love' to you in her tender ways that it always meant more than it did.

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This slope is treacherous... and  I, I, I like it

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Valkyrie was an addiction you surely couldn't get enough of, because no matter how many times she left you heartbroken you'd always come crawling back to her for more. Anything she had to offer was greedily appreciated; those long bony fingers of hers that reached depths you'd never imagined anyone finding. Her mouth that did wonders on you every time it ventured to your lower lips, urging your body into a never ending state of blinding bliss, just to recapture your upper swollen pair in a steamy make out afterwards that left you dizzy.

Valkyrie set your heart, and body ablaze in ways you’d honestly never experienced before.

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Two headlights shine through the sleepless night, and I will get you, and get you alone

Your name has echoed through my mind

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The more you thought about her, the more the urge to seek her out became apparent. Up until now she'd always be the one to come to you, when she needed to blow off steam, or if she saw you at an event in something she deemed worthy of removing. It'd been an entire week since she last left you alone in your bed, but that time came with unwelcome whispers of permanence., "This is it for us princess."

Except, she'd sounded so unsure, as if cutting this off wasn't what she wanted at all, and that's what you were clinging to as you drove to her headquarters with reckless abandon.

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This daydream is dangerous;

This hope is treacherous.

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However, her lack of correspondence should've been enough to deter you from fighting for something destined to end. If it had been maybe you wouldn't be on the verge of tears as you watch the woman escorting another into her office. A veiny hand on her lower back as she whispers something to make her giggle, and you nearly vomit when she looks at you.

Deja vu, that's what this is, because only just a few months back, as the Summer heat had began to set in she'd done this with you.

There was a flash of something in her eyes, but it was gone before you could place it, maybe it was remorse, but then she smirked, and your heart shattered as the door to her office closed with a subsequent thud, and a wanton moan.

All the deceptive warmth you felt earlier faded as you walked back to your car, the wind was harsher than before, and leaves fell before you. Autumn was here, the painful chill seeping into your every bone a telltale sign, perfectly timed you think. It was tauntingly reminiscent of the one that was now encasing your naive heart.

As you drove away, occasionally wiping the tears from your cheeks you hoped that feelings would fade just as fast as the seasons change...

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This slope is treacherous

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²⁸⁾ dark lipstick smeared on a cheek

cw: alcohol

Lily Evans x fem!reader ♡ 597 words

You find Lily curled up in the corner of Sirius’ couch, smiley and sparkly-eyed with a drink in her hand. She’s looking especially lovely in a satiny dress and darker-than-usual makeup, her hair spilled elegantly over one shoulder. Sirius had insisted this be more than a casual gathering, because he was inviting his new work friends and if you lot make me look bad, I’ll have no choice but to abandon you for them. 

It’s devolved into a casual gathering nonetheless, Sirius’ coworkers less pompous than you expected them to be and James Potter of course bouncing about the room spreading charm like a drug and making everyone feel at ease. This means you can arrive an hour late, and Sirius doesn’t so much as cut you a look from across the room.

Your girlfriend smiles as you sit down next to her, turning away from a conversation with Mary and Alice. “Hello.” 

“Hi.” You take her drink, swirling it in the conical glass. “What’s this?”

“It’s a passionfruit martini.” She raises her eyebrows at you. 

You raise yours in turn. “Fancy. He’s really trying to impress.” 

Lily nods sagely. “I think he’s nervous,” she whispers, like it’s a conspiracy. “Isn’t it cute?” 

You laugh, taking a tentative sip. “Ooh, it’s good.” 

“Isn’t it?” She leans towards you, her knees falling across your thighs, and kisses your cheek. “I’m glad you could make it.” 

Me too, you’re about to say, but as Lily backs away from you her lips part, the corners tilting up almost unwillingly. 

“Oh.” 

“Oh?” 

“Sorry.” She looks sheepish, taking your face in her hand to rub her thumb over your cheek. “I’ve gotten lipstick on you.” 

“Oh, that’s okay.” You tilt your face to give her easier access, though you really don’t mind. Lily’s wearing a dark lip color, one you’ve seen before but only on special occasions. It makes her mouth look pretty and alluring. If there’s physical evidence that your face has been kissed by that mouth, that’s not something you mind at all. 

“Oh no.” She’s giggling, the sound light and fizzy like champagne. Her eyes are creased at the corners. “It’s only smearing.” 

“I don’t care,” you reassure her. But your girlfriend’s getting practically in your lap, and you’d never deny her that, her tongue peeking out of her mouth as she tries to wipe it off on the backs of her fingers. You feel your cheek squish upwards.

“This is what I get for trying to be daring. I’m sorry, sweetheart,” she laughs. Her hair falls like a curtain between your shoulders. “Alright, it’s not coming off, but I think I can pass it off as blush. Do you mind?” 

“Go ahead.” You’re more than happy to simply look at her as she works, clever green eyes squinting with concentration, then with warmth when she notices you staring. “We’ll be kind of matching, now, won’t we. In a subtle way.” 

“Quite subtle,” she agrees. “This color really suits you, actually.” 

“Not as much as it suits you, I bet.” 

You’re not trying to be smooth, but it’s the earnestness in your voice that makes Lily smile. She looks like she’s going to kiss you again, then thinks the better of it. You’re sorely disappointed. 

“You know,” you say, looking at her hopefully, “if we’re trying to pass it off as blush, I could probably use some on the other side too. For even application.” 

Lily’s smile grows, almost as flirtatious as it is plain fond. “Really good point. You’re so brilliant.” 

She kisses you on your other cheek.

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Leonidas and Buddha with fem!Giyuu!reader headcanons

Warning(s): RoR manga spoilers up to ch. 78, violence, KNY manga and anime spoilers, strong language from Leonidas and Sanemi, ooc.

Collab work with @deathmetalunicorn1, based on her own headcanons with fem!giyuu!reader and Leonidas. Images of Leonidas and Buddha were provided by @enryegotrip.

So with that being said guys, sit back, relax, and let’s dive into these headcanons! :)

Being a Demon Slayer did not mean to wait on a crow with orders and directions to find the flesh-eating monsters. There was also intel gathering, working closely with the kakushi so that they were not overwhelmed with the number of injured and deceased Slayers, and being pestered by your peers to take an apprentice because you are the only Hashira who doesn’t have one. That isn’t necessarily true, though. You had every intention of taking Tanjiro Kamado as a tsuguko once he was proven to be trustworthy by other Hashra and Lord Ubuyashiki. 

He, at the very least, had what it takes to become the Water Hashira. He deserved to be the Water Hashira, more so than a failure like yourself. It makes sense to take Tanjiro and his sister in your care, housing them at the Waster Hashira residence with a room and food. So why was Kocho making a fuss about it? She stayed quiet about it before, and you assumed it was because she despised people who defended demons or disapproved of your decision to make Tanjiro your apprentice. But that shouldn’t be your concern, or Rengoku’s. 

Lord Ubuyashiki has allowed these children a chance to prove themselves, and you will not grant the other Hashira an opportunity to hurt them. You’ve lost count how many times a colleague has shown up at your door, and how simply slammed the door in their face. 

You weren’t in the mood to hear their excuses then, and still aren’t. 

Tanjiro was quick to warm up to you, profusely thanking you for all you’ve done even when you really didn’t do anything. If he and Nezuko were home from a mission, they’d welcome you back with light hugs and a warm meal. You made sure to make extra portions when you were alone, in case they didn’t come back until late at night, or tried to, depending on the crow’s swiftness with a message from the Kamado siblings. Against your better judgment, they became precious to you. You would show no mercy to anyone who would harm them, demon or Demon Slayers. 

But that was enough reminiscing. You, Tanjiro, and Nexuko were being sent to investigate a few territories where demons are reported to have been spotted and causing chaos. No one has been killed, though several civilians were injured, two are currently in critical condition at the Butterfly Mansion.

You almost felt sorry for Kocho. Almost.

Leonidas had not been happy lately. Greeks in his domain were being picked off left and right and no one could tell what was going on, except movement from their corner of their eye and that is all the information his men had been able to collect. Damn it all, what else could he do? What would Gorgo do? His heart twisted painfully at the thought of his wife. Because she had not been a warrior, she was not welcomed into Valhalla by side, instead residing in Elysium with other souls. It’d been so long since their separation and he never took another woman to his bed, putting that energy into training his men to be prepared for anything…until now. 

When another night-time report came in of yet another incident, Leonidas and his men immediately left camp to investigate. What he and his soldiers hadn’t expected, though, was to stumble upon three scrawny men gorging themselves on lifeless civilians, their hands and everywhere from the waist down covered in blood. 

Leonidas led the charge, swinging his shield and sword but the maggots barely flinched when they touched them. No….when the criminals turned to them with annoyed frowns, the Spartans saw rows of glistening white fangs and slitted amber irises. 

These weren’t men. They were monsters who were evenly matched with his men, both in agility and physical strength. All seemed lost until a woman, a boy, and a girl jumped into the fray. 

The smaller ones went against two of them while their de facto leader swiftly decapitated the other monster once she had gotten close enough to strike. She was calm, too calm for someone who faced a monster and cleavage spilling out of her…uniform. Or she didn’t give a shit about modesty in a life-or-death situation as she darted towards the others, providing the boy with enough cover to swing his sword across the monster’s neck while the girl held its accomplice by the throat and burned him.

Yes, she fucking set the bastard on fire. 

When the monsters disintegrated into ashes, Leonidas all but demanded who the hell they were and what are those things they just killed. The younger ones were startled by his command, but the woman simply blinked owlishly at him, as if she had been asked this question a dozen times. 

“That was…a demon.”

“A demon?” Leonidas snarled. 

“Yes, that was a demon. It feasts on human flesh and cannot be killed unless it is exposed to sunlight.” She said, sheathing the iridescent blue blade in her hand back into the scabbard hanging from her hip. “We are able to kill them because it is our duty as Demon Slayers.”

….If shit-head gods existed, then he supposed it wouldn’t be too much of a stretch for the idea that demons did exist. But Leonidas did not survive wars on sheer strength or the number of armies under his commands or ‘blessings’ from the gods alone. He was a strategist. 

And he did not stop pestering the woman, who only introduced herself as the Water Hashira, until he’d squeezed every bit of information she knew about demons and the sword used to kill them. 

But she did not give in to his demands, and would not compromise the organization by telling him about their supplier. There was too much at stake....unless he was willingly to speak to her commander. She cannot guarantee if he will answer him or not, though…it seems he has many people to protect as well. 

Leonidas didn’t like it, but if this woman is willingly to arrange a meeting with a complete stranger like himself, he could not allow this opportunity to slip past him. He agreed to the conditions, and watched her and the other Demon Slayers leave, fussing over each like a group of misfit siblings rather than comrades on the battlefield. 

The Water Hashira came to personally escort him to Lord Ubuyashiki’s estate a week later. Kneeling outside on the grass near the veranda were the other high-ranking Demon Slayers, the Hashiras. When they stood in front of them, she too kneeled, her head down. Glancing over his shoulder, Leonidas could see the pissed off expressions on everyone’s faces. Suppose in their eyes, the Water Hashira had brought in an outsider to their organization and became the mediator of a meeting that should never have happened. 

If Lord Ubuyashiki hadn’t agreed to this, the Water Hashira’s actions might have been considered treason, and she’d be stripped of her rank plus any land she owned. But she was calm, not flinching or back talking to the other soldiers until one of them, a white-haired little prick with scars on his face made a snide comment about ‘being brainwashed by a brat and his demon sister’. 

“...Choose your next words carefully, Sanemi, or there won’t be another Wind Hashira among the ranks.”

“Is that a fucking threat, Tomioka?!” 

“It will be if you or the others make another attempt to hurt Tanjiro and Nezuko Kamado in my absence.” She said icily. “They are under my care and no harm will befall on them unless Nezuko succumbs to bloodlust. How can we call ourselves the pillars of this organization if we cannot trust them?”

“And how hasn’t your ass been killed yet with that thick head of yours?!” Sanemi barked. “God, you’re always like this, just doing whatever you want -”

“Oi, shithead.” The Spartan turned towards the Wind Hashira. “This woman is the reason my men are still alive. You’ll soon be in the presence of your commanding officer, so heel.” 

“THE FUCK YOU JUST SAID, GEEZER?!” 

“I said heel, you fucking mongrel.” Lenoidas’ eyes flashed dangerously, his temper about to boil over. “If that’s too hard to understand, shut up. And no talkin’ to a woman like that, got it? Gods, kids these days.”

“You son of -!”

“Sanemi, that is enough.” Tomioka said. “Be silent.”

“[First Name] -”

“Quiet, Kocho. Whatever grievances you have, I will gladly listen to them another time.” As soon as the Water Hashira hissed out those words, Lord Ubuyashiki appeared alongside his children and wife. When the Hashiras tried to voice their complaints in his presence, the scarred man all but silenced them with a finger pressed against his mouth. He then turned to him, apologizing for his children’s behavior and asked him to come inside to talk. 

The hours went by quickly, and Leonidas got the answers he wanted. Tomioka, the Water Hashira, whatever her name really was, had been assigned to escort him back to his domain. 

“Thank you…for defending me.” She murmured, her eyes looking straight head and face flushed a light shade of pink. “No one…has ever done that for me since I became a Hashira. They…do not like me. And I am…not like them.” 

Lenoidas raised an eyebrow. “Anyone in their right mind would defend a hell of a woman like yourself. Honorable, strong, and it’s pretty damned obvious that you love those kids in your unit as if they were your own children. In Sparta, there would be men lined up outside your home asking for a chance to court you with the intention of marriage. Hell, even I would have a hard time fending them all off.” 

When he saw the surprised look on her face, Leonidas gritted his teeth. It was obvious to him that her comrades did not think highly of her, and with her current mindset it had no positive impact on her self-esteem. 

Looks like they were just fellow Hashira, and nothing more. Assholes. He thought before he sighed, patting her affectionately on the head. “Wanna get a drink with me before we start heading back?” He asked, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder. 

[First Name] agreed, and she followed him to a local pub. The Water Hashira hadn’t realized what he did was a pick-up line until he was on his fifth drink, and she was on her third. He didn’t expect her tolerance to be this high for a strong liquor. 

“You know this is a date right?”

Her comical reaction to his words made him roar with laughter; [Eye Color] orbs wide, face bright red, and her mouth formed into the shape of an ‘x’ with her drink still in her hand. He grinned at her from the rim of his glass. 

Shit, she’s adorable! 

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The Spartans came to enjoy Tanjiro and Nezuko’s company over time, as well as their help in training them. While Tanjiro worked with the men to increase his physical strength and practice his swordsmanship, Nezuko would shrink down to her smallest size and play a nightly game of ‘tag’ with them to help the soldiers’ agility. Piggyback rides were her reward if she won. 

Buddha is someone who would rather take care of the demons who were bold enough to try and lay a hand on the humans who followed him. He is the enlightened one, and someone you really shouldn’t mess with. 

So imagine his surprise when the little bastards were actually able to keep up with his and his attacks, and without breaking a sweat. He had been minding his own business on a dreary summer morning, relaxing under a bodhi tree when one of the worshippers darted towards him, pleading for help and covered in blood that wasn’t his own. Naturally, he stood up and reassured the sobbing mortal that everything would be fine. 

Now, he was using the Six Realms staff and his eyes to parry and attack his opponents, yet these guys still kept getting up from the ground, snarling and glaring at him with bloodthirsty eyes. Huh…how long has it been since he had an opponent, no, opponents like this? Kintoki is probably the only other god he’d be more than happy to trade friendly blows, well, actually, the only one because he hated the other gods.

He was about to activate the Animal Realm: Club of Nirvana and stroke the demon in front of him when all of a sudden, a tiny girl dressed in a pink kimono with a bamboo stalk in her mouth struck the demon down with a single kick, decapitating him swiftly. 

The demon’s body collapsed onto the earth, twitching rapidly before clumps of flesh began to sprout from the neck, an enraged face beginning to morph until she stomped on it, her leg glowing a bright vermillion as the regenerating demon howled, flopping and twisting in a vain attempt to get free. In seconds, all that remained was a heap of dark ashes. The girl then looked up at him. Blinking her large pink eyes as if she didn’t do anything special. 

Buddha was about to ask the kid who she was when an ear-splitting shriek stopped him. The future flashed in front of him in an instant, and he acted quickly, switching from the Animal Realm to Asura Realm: Shield of Ahimsa to defect crescent-shaped sickles aimed at them. Naturally, the shield didn’t get a scratch and he and the little lady were all right.

“Get down!”

The enlightened one did not need to be told twice, ducking his head as a wild-haired boy in a green checkered haori exhale wisps of bright red-orangish flames before he swung his sword, slicing the demon’s neck and effectively removing its head from the main body. As the demon disintegrated into the same ashy remains as the other one, the boy turned around and looked at him worriedly. 

“Are you alright? You’re not hurt, are you?”

Buddha just blinked. “No?” He said. The enlightened one watched the kid’s shoulders sag in relief before he smiled at him, the little lady running towards the boy and hugged him tightly. Ah….brother and sister maybe?

“Nezuko, did you get the demon that was trying to run away?”

Buddha looked over his shoulder, seeing a young woman decked out in a black uniform with gold buttons and a mismatched haori approached them, calm and expressionless. The little one - Nezuko, Buddha presumed, nodded happily with tiny flowers floating over her head. The boy beamed. 

“She did, and she’s gotten much better at controlling her Blood Demon Art, Tomioka-san!”

The young woman nodded. “Indeed. Tanjiro, when we return home, we’re going to work more on your Breathing techniques and footwork. You’re still moving based on instinct and waiting until your opponent strikes to make a move. I will not always be here to protect you.” She then looked at him, [Eye Color] irises calm as a lake with the slightest hint of curiosity. “Oh. You’re a god?”

Buddha met her gaze, his teeth clamping down on the lollipop in his mouth that he had forgotten was there the whole time until now.  “So what if I am? Got a problem, little lady?”

Tomioka furrowed her brow, head tilting to the side and arms crossed. “Why would I be troubled by someone I just met? As far as I am concerned…you’re not an enemy.” Her voice was cold and detached as she spoke, her stoic expression unchanging even the boy, Tanjiro, glared at him  with puffed up cheeks that reminded the enlightened one of a chipmunk. The little one, Nezuko, actually jumped up and grabbed one of his arms, swinging from it with a closed-eyed smile. 

What could he say? The kids loved him, and his candy. 

He pulled out a cola-flavored lollipop from his robes, handing it to her. Buddha watched Nezuko’s eyes brighten in joy and wonder as she extended an arm toward him, carefully cradling the lollipop in her open palm as if it were a lotus flower. She then hopped down, landing on her feet before running to Tanjiro, making happy, approved noises that were muffled by the bamboo piece in her mouth. Tanjiro chuckled, patting her head as he could see now that this god wasn’t a big bully. 

For a split second, the enlightened one saw the barest hint of a smile on the woman’s face before it was wiped away by horror…because the gray clouds in the sky were going away? 

Tomioka quickly removed her haori, shielding Nezuko from the sunlight piercing through the clouds and Tanjiro removed a large wooden box from his shoulders, urging Nezuko to get inside as soon as the door opened. Buddha watched in fascination as Nezuko shrunk to the size of a toddler and blitzed inside. Tanjiro locked it up before he shared a relieved look with his teacher. 

Buddha felt his lollipop between his lips nearly fall as he saw the flash of Tomioka’s thigh in her uniform, similar to what Tanjiro was wearing, but more form-fitting, showing off the very alluring body that she had been hiding under her haori. He did nothing to correct his gaze as he stared shamelessly at her.

Tanjiro sighed. “Thank you, Tomioka-san. Nezuko and I are both grateful that you’re looking out for us.”

She took her haori back, a small smile stretching across her lips before she stretched a hand and gently rubbed the top of his head just as he had done with his little sister earlier. She then turned her gaze to Buddha, causing the enlightened one to flinch slightly, though not before his own eyes lingered on her chest, her folded arms pushing them up just enough to tease him.

 She did not even seem to realize just how sexy she was when she spoke to him. “May I ask you some questions about the demon?”

He grinned, flashing a toothy grin at her. “Anything for the pretty lady~!”

She nodded, not reacting to the slightest at his subtle flirting. “Thank you for your cooperation with us.”

Buddha’s eyelid twitched before he glanced over at Tanjiro, who just shook his head with an exasperated smile. That was when the enlightened one realized, that the Water Hashira he’d come to know as [First Name] Tomioka, was dense as a brick wall. 

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[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

[c0nfessions-of-a-writing-freak]

Chapter One: A Lightfury’s Guide to Stealing A Dragon Rider

Pairing: Hiccup 'Horrendous’ Haddock III x fem!oc

Word count: 3.1k

Chapter Summary: When a destroyed fleet of dragon hunter ships wash up at Dragon’s Edge, with all that is left behind are white scales and scorch marks, it leaves some questions to be raised within the dragon riders and what could have caused this. On the other side of the archipelago, a girl that appears and disappears at Northern Markets makes her presence known, planning to stick around until the heat calms down.

Overall Summary: A mysterious new dragon rider has been starting to make their presence known by tearing through dragon hunter ships and leaving nothing in their wake. What dragon they ride is unknown. What they look like is unknown. Why they are hunting the dragon hunters is unknown. The only thing that is known is that they will stop at nothing to destroy every dragon hunter ship at any cost.

N/A: Make sure you check out the prologue for this series! I feel like near the end of the chapter it sort of goes off the rails a bit. Hope you enjoy :D

*Art and gif is not mine.

Hiccup started his day like any other; waking up relatively early–at least earlier than the twins or Snotlout–and getting Toothless for a morning flight, usually to be met with Astrid as she finishes her rounds of the island, insisting she does a sweep of the island to make sure no hunters had found their way onto the beaches.

Toothless was already awake and bounding around Hiccup’s hut. His teeth were retracted as he watched Hiccup stir awake.

Not waiting for his rider to fully wake, Toothless jumped onto the bed, shaking it as Hiccup startled awake, trying to sit upright only to knock his head into Toothless’ snout. A disgruntled groan left the dragon at the contact.

“Sorry bud,” Hiccup began to say, cutting himself off as the grumbled scorn from Toothless. “What's got you so rowdy this morning?”

A gargling noise rang out from Toothless, flashing his gums before hopping off of Hiccup and his bed before jumping towards the hut’s door, large steps shaking the wooden beams the hut is balanced on. With the rustling from behind, Toothless looked back with a toothless smile to find Hiccup slowly awaking from bed, getting ready for the day on the Edge ahead of him.

“Alright bud, I’m on my way. Don’t worry,” Hiccup muttered with a yawn as he paced after the Nightfury. A steady hand landed on Toothless’ head, pushing him back a few paces so he could push open the door. The sun had started to rise by now, nearly set high enough to commence breakfast. Toothless raced forward, bumping Hiccup with his tail and causing him to stumble forward, a laugh rolling in his chest. “Perfect morning for a flight, isn’t it?”

Before Toothless could rumble a reply, Stormfly came barreling up, Astrid sat on her back as she stared worriedly at Hiccup. “Hiccup, there’s something you're going to want to see,” She announced upon her arrival, causing Hiccup to stumble out of his hut a couple of steps faster.

“What is it?” He hurriedly asked, resting a hand on Toothless’s head, ready to mount his back at any given second to follow after Astrid.

“I think it would be better if you took a look for yourself,” She called out, head flicking around to look down at the docks she and the other dragon riders had built when they first started working on building the Edge.

Hiccup didn’t have to be told twice.

Before Astrid could blink, Hiccup and Toothless were already in the air and flying towards her. His eyes hadn’t yet locked on where Astrid had come from, waiting for her guidance to lead him.

The two of them were in the air for only a few seconds, a quick glide down before their dragon’s claws were touching down on the wooden planks that made up their docks. That was when Hiccup was finally able to see what had Astrid so spooked.

In front of them was a fleet of half-destroyed ships.

Each ship had a number of scorch marks that plunged through the wooden decks, the sails that had the dragon hunter crest torn to shreds. Most of the ships also had discarded weapons and helmets, left behind by the hunters that had sailed on these ships. But something stuck out on one of the ships, the largest out of the lot. There was a variety of cuts and indents in the ship, looking to be placed there by a sword or some other kind of weapon, perhaps claw marks along with a few scales white as snow scattered around the destroyed ship.

“Astrid… what do you think could have done this?” Hiccup questioned, his head whirling around to face Astrid only to find the blonde girl staring hauntedly at the ship graveyard.

“More like who.”

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"Ah, if it isn't my favourite customer from beyond the archipelago," A middle-aged man boasts as he sees a young woman walking up to his stall in the Northern Markets, his arms spread wide and a yellowing smile. His loud comments forced many heads to turn as Sindri was one of the best weapons traders within the isle, the man always having something to please any form of customer.

A dry chuckle escapes the girl as she steps up to the stall countertop, her boots digging into the muddy floor as she rests one of her gloved hands on the counter. "You should stop spoiling me with the praises Sindri," She says with a grin, her eyes briefly scanning over the items the man had on display for the day. “Your words might start to get to my head after all.”

"Maybe I'm just trying to make sure I get into Valhalla when my time comes," He says with a booming grin, leaving his prior task behind as he walks up to the girl. "I do after all need a Valkyrie to take me there. Your ego is free to inflate as much as you wish," He comments smugly, wiggling his eyebrows at the girl as he stops in front of her.

"Just because the name Valkyrie belongs to me it doesn't mean I will be flying you anywhere in the afterlife," She chides the man loosely. "And besides, you need to die in battle to be sent there. I don't think selling these weapons counts as so," She says amused at the slight drop in the man's shoulders.

"You might be right there," The man comments, an eyebrow being raised by the girl across from him in question at the might part. "So, what can I help you with today? It's been a while since your last visit to the Northern Markets," Sindri asks, both his hands leaning on the countertop as he waits for the girl across from him's request.

Valkyrie absently looks around the stall, staring at the many weapons discarded around the wooden crates and countertops. "Do you have any more of those Hideous Zippleback exploding boxes? The ones where the gas pours out of it until it gets lit," She asked, going into explanation since she knew that wasn't the name Sindri had given her when he first sold the items to her, and that exploding boxes could be quite vague.

"Of course, I have those in stock! I make them myself, remember?" He asks, grinning wildly as he bends down to reach for something hidden in a crate. Pulling out seven rectangular-like boxes, all made from vast metals and wood. He places them on the counter just in front of the girl’s hands. "Now, Valkyrie, these are the last ones I have in stock since you keep forgetting to bring the empty ones back to me." He says with a slight scold to his words.

"So there worth a pretty penny?" Valkyrie asks, staring up at Sindri slightly sheepish and with her shoulders bunching to her ears as she raises a brow in question, both palms facing up in front of her.

"Precisely," Sindri says with a sharp nod. "Now, I'm willing to trade them off for something, but if not, I'm going to need about two bags worth," He states, his face losing most of its joy as he goes into trader mode, making sure he gets the best deal for himself.

"Two bags?" Valkyrie questions with a huff of air, picking up one of the canisters loosely. When a hum of agreement leaves Sindri, Valkyrie places it down on the countertop rather harshly. "And here I thought I was your favourite customer," She says slightly dejected, pulling out a small pouch of coins from her waist. "How about this? I give you half of this, and the next time I sail in, I'll bring you two double-edged axes?" She offers, loosening the string that was keeping the pouch sealed and flashing Sindri a toothy smile.

Sindri's eyes narrowed at the girl, one of his fists balling as he study's her for a long moment. An air of silence dragged on between the two of them before he came to his final decision. "How do I know you’re not just going to fly off and never return?" He questions with a glower, an opening statement for something further.

A fake mortified gasp escapes Valkyrie's lips as she brings her hands up, resting them on her chest. "You wound me Sindri," She states, closing her eyes like she was crying. Bringing a hand up to wipe at a nonexistent tear, she says, "And here I thought we have built some trust up over the years."

The man across from her rolled his eyes with a huff before he shook his head with a grin stretching across his face. "I’d be in safer hands while wrestling with a Nightfury than putting any trust in you. But fine, I'll take you up on that deal," He mutters. His agreement got a crooked grin slipping onto Valkyrie's face as she raised her chin slightly in accomplishment. "But if you don't return in two moons, I'll be putting a bounty on your head."

The thing with Sindri is that he totally would, which only made Valkyrie grin more. "I'll be back in three then," She said, emptying half of her coin pouch onto the countertop as she pulled another brown bag from her waist. This time the bag was empty, and a lot bigger than the last as she started to load the Hideous Zippleback gas canisters into her bag.

Sindri only looked slightly amused at her words as he tested each of the coins, roughly gauging how much each of them weighed. Valkyrie attached the bag of items back to her hip as he did this, waiting until he had finished the task and put them into his own pouch. "Is there anything else you might need before you vanish without a trace again?" He questions.

"I think this is all I need for the moment," Valkyrie says, her eyes going distant as she racks her brain for any other possible items she could need for the next following days. She couldn't picture any dire situations arising where she would have to prepare for, everything already thought out in her own mind as they had repeated this process a number of times. The only reason she was buying the Zippleback gas was because she would be going in solo and she would be dealing with a larger number the usual.

Sindri gave her a sad nod. "I'll see you next time you decide to grace the aisle with your presence." He comments, lighting up with a grin before he is turning to a new customer—or maybe it was the person he abandoned to talk to Valkyrie.

Turning away from the stall, Valkyrie begins her way back through the trading village. She kept her head high as she began to weave through the different stalls, a steady eye on anyone who decided to get too close for her liking.

A certain thing that came with the Northern Markets is that there is a large number of dragon hunters always running around getting weapons fixed or buying new custom traps to help them capture dragons that they would later sell to a select few from this very island. It never mattered how much she attempted to avoid them when on the island so she gave up long ago, accepting the fact there was no getting around it.

So when a certain hunter clad in dragon hide started to approach her, there was nothing Valkyrie could do except hide her finds and ready herself for conflict.

Keeping her head held up, she planned to walk past the man, keeping her eyes from the mace hanging at his hip where his hand was starting to itch for. But as she passed a hand shot out, fingers enclosing tightly around her upper arm. Valkyrie was instantly on the defence, a hand shooting to her hip where a broken down sword lay wrapped around her waist. With a hiss, Valkyrie spoke, “Can I help you?”

“Do I recognise ya?” The man spoke, spit flying from his mouth.

“I would hope not,” Valkyrie started. “Now, if you would be so kind as to get your filthy hand off of me, I would be glad to let you leave with all your limbs intact.”

The two stood off, neither being the first to back down. As Valkyrie’s hand slid forward, fingers wrapping around the loose handle of her broken-down sword, another hand came shooting out and wrapping around her shoulder. “Why don’t we all take it easy for a second.”

Turning to see who had spoken, Valkyrie’s eyes landed on a tall boy with auburn hair and pale green eyes. He didn’t look directly at Valkyrie, his eyes instead focused on the hunter that she had previously been threatening.

“Mind your own business boy. This doesn’t concern you,” The hunter spoke with a sneer, attempting to pull Valkyrie closer towards him but when Valkyrie didn’t budge, the hold that the boy had on her keeping her grounded, he let go.

“Oh, I’m terribly sorry. Of course, this is between you and this helpless lady,” The boy said, releasing Valkyrie as he raises both hands in an act of surrender.

Valkyrie’s head whipped around to face the nameless boy, eyes wide with her top lip curling up. “Helpless?” Her voice rose an octave, once again her hand shooting down to where the handle of her sword rested.

The boy flashed Valkyrie a sideways glance with an almost pleading look on his face before he turned back to the hunter. “It’s just, I didn’t want to see anything break out when it was so clear that she wouldn’t be walking away as steady as she came in.”

The hunter pondered the boy’s words, face slowly starting to light up. “Aren’t you the chivalrous type?” The man huffed out before turning away, casting one last fleeting glance at Valkyrie before flashing his teeth and blending into the crowd and fleeing from Valkyrie’s sight.

Valkyrie glared at the man even long after he vanished from her sight. Only when she was sure he was gone did she turn to the nameless boy, putting an end to his stuttering responses as one of Valkyrie’s hands slammed into his chest. “I could have handled that myself,” She scorned, going in for a second shove where the boy’s hands mixed with hers, trying to deter their path. “And come on, a helpless lady who can’t fight her own battles? You couldn’t come up with a slightly more justifying cause?”

“It’s the first thing I could think of,” Came the strangled response from the boy, his grip tight as he stopped Valkyrie from pulling her hands away where she would most likely go in for another hit. “I didn’t exactly think of a plan when I came over.”

“You clearly didn’t think much if you had the bright idea to come over here in the first place,” Valkyrie snapped, tugging her hands free in a quick pull, making the unknown boy stumble and fall towards Valkyrie.

Valkyrie quickly raised her arms, bracing herself as the boy collided with her. A soft grunt escaped her lips at the close proximity of the two of them. “Uh hi?”

Valkyrie’s eyes narrowed at the boy’s words, their eyes meeting through the gaps in her arms. “Bye,” Valkyrie said in return, shoving the boy back one last time before turning on her heel, not caring for the startled yelp that came from the boy as she walked away. She told herself as she left, ready to disappear from the island and the views of the world once more, “I don’t have time for this.”

“It was nice meeting you too,” The boy called out after Valkyrie and said girl found herself gritting her teeth at the sound of hurried footsteps running after her. As the nameless boy came to her side, falling into step with her as they walked through the markets, he said, “I’m Hiccup by the way.”

“And I didn’t ask for that knowledge nor do I care for it,” Valkyrie said, earning a soft chuckle from Hiccup in return.

“Normally when someone gives you their name, there's an unspoken rule that you are meant to give it to them in return,” Hiccup said, gesturing loosely with his hands out in front of him, quickly drawing Valkyrie’s eyes to them and the leather cuffs wrapped around his wrists. “And, I mean, I did kind of save you from a fight with a dragon hunter.”

“Something which I didn’t ask you to do,” Valkyrie stated. But at the sight of Hiccup's dejected face, one of his hands bounding up to scratch the back of his neck, Valkyrie find herself speaking without her conscious permission. Turning her head straight and keeping her eyes off the other boy she said, “But if you must know, my name is Valkyrie.”

“Like one of Odin’s warriors?” Hiccup quickly questioned, his face lighting up as he put two and two together.

“Yes, like Odion’s warriors,” Valkyrie muttered, shaking her head as she answered the common question aimed her way once she revealed her namesake.

“Did your parents know you would be just as fierce as a Valkyrie when choosing a name for you?” Hiccup asked another question, seeming to have several more lined up for her to answer.

“More like vicious,” Valkyrie commented. “And I think they trained it into me when I was younger. Had to look at the world as a proper Viking one way or another.”

HIccup’s thick brows furrowed but he chose not to say anything. “What brings you the Nothern Markets?” He tracked back, changing the topic quickly. Before Valkyrie could say anything, Hiccup's head swivelled to the side, something catching his attention from another stall. Valkyrie was about to use these few seconds of distraction to slip away when Hiccup's head came swirling back towards her, large green eyes staring at her expectedly.

“Originally, before I got ambushed by two Vikings?” Valkyrie questioned, hiding a smile at the sheepish look that flickered over Hiccup's face first before a stubborn fierceness took over his eyes. Valkyrie quickly cut him off before he could once again go into why he had to help. “I came here for the same reason anyone else would. To trade and gather.”

Hiccup slowly nodded his head, wringing his arms back and forth and preparing to say something before a loud bang caught both of their attention, two heads of blonde hair fleeing from the scene. “Oh Thor, not those two,” Hiccup mumbled, dragging a hand down his face before looking back to Valkyrie. “You wouldn't be willing to wait here for me, would you?”

“No promises,” Valkyrie shrugged.

“Yeah,” A soft sigh escaped Hiccup's lips. “I didn’t think so.”

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[mymelodymia]

hi, hi and happy new year 💖✨ may I request thor x daughter reader where she was blipped and they celebrate her first birthday after she comes back and they're all emotional and everything? maybe 17 or 18 yrs, whatever you want and if you want!!!

Finally back to celebrate // dad!thor odinson x daughter!reader

Summary: you and your father celebrate your birthday for the first time after thanos.

Warnings: korg spying, meik, thor and y/n crying, meik being clumsy

Age: 17 turning 18

Area/place: thors cabin on midgard.

A/N: sorry for all the inactivity recently 😅 and happy new year to you too sweet baby ^^

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your eyelids fluttered open as your father, thor, gently stroked a piece of your hair out of your face. He had a smile on his face as you awoke. You stretched with a yawn. You decided You didn't want to wake up just yet and curled back up again.

"Y/n! Come on, get up! Dont you know what day it is?!" Thor bellows as he smacks you with a pillow. He shakes you to try and get you up.

"Daaad! Stop it...." you groaned. Thor realized there was only one way to really get you up. He poked your stomach and you jumped up.

"Youre really testing me right now y/n..." thor chuckles. "Lets go, wake up now, sweetheart." Thor spoke to you in a soft gentle tone. You rested your head on his shoulder softly. stroking your hair, thor placed a small kiss to your forehead.

You finally stood up, your bed sheets getting caught on your foot. You nearly fell to the floor, but to your luck, thor caught you.

"Careful there, little one. Dont wanna leave this world the same day you came into it, do you?"

You only giggled a bit at his silly words. You pushed open your bedroom door and walked into the living room.

You jumped back at a sudden noise and something hitting you. It hit your arm and the impact would most likely leave a bruise

"Meik! I told you not to point it at people!" Thor hissed at the alien, who had just accidentally popped a confetti popper at you. Valkyrie laughed loudly at this before thor gave her a look, then turned his attention right back to you

"are you okay, angel?"

"Yeah im fine." Your jaw hit the floor when you turned back to the living room, completely decorated. A large 'happy birthday y/n!' Banner hung over two doors, covering the whole wall, korg and val with party horns in their mouths, and streamers everywhere.

"Ta-da!" Korg mumbles with the party horn still in his mouth.

You smiled widely as you saw the scene in front of you. Thor smiles down at you as you are completely lost for words. Though it wasn't much, it was still enough to make this your best birthday yet.

"Korg, val, can you go check if the kitchen is clean?" Thor asks and winks, they were really gonna bring out a cake for you.

"Oh sure!" Korg responds with a obvious wink as well. Korg, meik, and val all run off to the kitchen to prepare it for the birthday girl.

Thor sits down on a couch, his hand gripping yours tightly. He sits you down next to him, he pulls you to him and holds you to his chest. His hands around your waist.

You rested your head against him, smiling widely. "Thank you, daddy. Youre the best. I love you" you speak, looking up at thor from his chest.

Thor gently rubs his hand over your hair. "I love you too, angel." He says before he places a kiss to your forehead. "This reminds me of when you were young. With you snuggled up me like this" thor says with a smile, despite feeling his eyes swell with wet tears

You look up at him with a look of concern, noticing his tears and pulling away. "Daddy? Whats wrong?"

Thor chews at his bottom lip as you ask this innocent little question, feeling more tears arise. "I just missed you, princess...i-i haven't seen you in so long its just....hurts"

"Oh, dad..." you mumble before pulling him close to you.

He let the tears fall and buried himself within your hair, the familiar scent of your shampoo filling his nose. He sniffled before pulling away and cupping your cheek

"I missed you so much, baby..."

"I missed you too...i guess" you joke, thor chuckled tearfully at this, before he pulled you back close to him.

You both sat there for a moment, listening to the sound of meik shuffling around to actually clean with Val ordering him around telling him what to clean up. while korg does something with the cake, most likely adding candles.

None were trusted with lighters obviously, so thor would do that part.

Thor rocked the two of you back and forth slowly. He kisses the top of your head, then your temple, then your forehead, then your cheek.

He continues to smother you in a few more kisses before relaxing once more

"You guys are so adorable" said korg, smiling and leaning on the doorway to the kitchen, spying on you both

Thor gave korg a look that could best be described as "dont interrupt us"

Korg waved in the direction of the kitchen. Thor helped you stand up by taking your hand in his, as if you were royalty, which you are

You saw a mostly white cake with accents of your favorite color. Gold cursive lettering of the words

"happy 18th birthday y/n!!"

18 candles surrounded the words. Thor lit them carefully with a black lighter. You couldn't stop smiling when they started singing happy birthday

Everyone called you something else, which made you giggle

Thor called you angel, korg called you bestie, val called you y/n/n, and meik just mumbled in alien.

"Make a wish, baby" thor says to you, leaning on the edge of the counter. You happily blew out the candles out and everybody clapped

"This means you can have your first drink!" Thor shouts with a laugh

You giggled at his mistake. "Thats 21 dad"

"And?"

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A/N: hi babies, sorry for how long my break has been <3 don't kill me lol

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