#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.”

——

1,334 Words

❤️ Kaitlyn 🥵

[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!”

[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.

[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.

Taglist:

@mortemorii

@sunnyblackbird

@moonreaper25

@noxiemoon

@nobilatswife

@hiyoko-akira-san

@mistradamus

@nunezs-stuff

@melou008

@abelheilonwife

@swallowtailcherry

@saltyfruitbat

@kanroji-san

@samoaz

@officialzerofukugodofmisfortune

[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

masterlist

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.

+++

[sigyns-drafts]

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."

[xjulixred45x]

Can i make a request of record of ragnarok?

Imagine hades with a s/o who has the personality of our queen 💕YUI KOMORI💕 the most protected person in valhalla!

My Queen, My wife, MY LOVE

Hades x Yui Komori! Reader

Genre: Headcanons

Reader: female

Warnings: SPOILERS FROM ROUND 7 OF RAGNAROK(Kind of), Spoilers from the manga, Reader has a past and personality alike Yui Komori from Diabolik Lovers(so: kind hearted and naive, horrible past), this is kind of based on one ancient versión of Hades and Persephone before the patriarcy set foot on Greece you'll see, Fluff.

• There are few who are blessed by the gods, and yet the few who are end up feeling that it is more of a curse.

• That's what the reader felt from the day she was born.

• When she was concived, her mother was going through pregnancy problems, having pain and nightmares. An omen of something very bad. So they went to see a prophet.

• And what said prophet told them was that reader would be born lifeless, for lack of a heart, unless they received the blessing of the gods and gave their lives to serve them.

• These were desperate times, so desperate measures were resorted to.

• The reader's parents ended up worshiping the god Apollo, hoping that the vain god of medicine would take pity on their misfortune and give them a kind of saving grace for their daughter.

• Fortunately, Apollo likes adorable things, and it would be a shame if such creature, of one of his followers, died while HE of all the gods were present, right?

• This was how the reader's life was saved, however, this ended up as a double-edged sword.

• reader grew up to be a charming and beautiful maiden, very devoted to the god who had saved her life and willing to help in the care of the temple.

• Thanks to this she received certain privileges, such as having access to the temple's literature, being able to go out on her own, etc.

• It was a simple, but cozy existence.

• Of course...not counting Apollo's annoying followers.

• There were certain boys who simply LOVED imitating the god's nastier aspects, and they took it out especially on her. Whether breaking her things, cornering her, insulting her.

• Everything got worse when they discovered Apolo's preferential treatment towards the girl, increasing the attacks to physical violence. Leaving bruises, cuts...

• There were those who were more discreet, trying to make her feel safe and then trying to abuse her trust.

• They even had the GUTS to ask permission to try to court her, another way to haunt her, but fortunately their parents refused when they saw how horrible they were. Unfortunately only made the harassment increase.

• And there really wasn't much she could do, reader knew, even if these boys made her life miserable, she had nowhere else to go.

• However, the reader was very curious to know what was outside of temple life. What kind of people would there be?

• So she take advantage of her privileges to explore a little, nothing serious, just go pick some wildflowers.

• However, what she did not expect was that the boys followed her to those places...

• Reader ran away, she was afraid that now that there wasn't a soul around, the boys would do things they wouldn't normally do, that would hurt her even more or worse. So she ran and ran…

• And then she saw it, a crack in the ground, big enough to climb into, but not for big men. It was a good hiding place.

• she got in quickly, however, when she thought she was completely in, she felt as if she had fallen into a tunnel. She felt like he was falling.

• And in less time than she realized, she hit the ground, leaving everything blurry... and dark...

• When the servants told Hades that they had found something “unusual” he definitely did not expect a beaten, unconscious maiden that appeared out of NOWHERE. Although of course, the cracks that lead to the underworld are one thing, but you have to have TERRIBLE luck to fall into one...

• At least the maiden was lucky that the servants find her and inform him about the situation and that one of the other monsters of Helhaim. That would definitely have been unfortunate for someone so young...

• Hades was genuinely stumped on what to do at first, yes, he could just return the mortal, but from the clothing (and bruised appearance) he could tell that 1- it came from the cult-ahem temple of Apollo and 2- it wasn't necessarily a pleasant stay. It was a runaway.

• Ultimately he would return it when she wakes up. Thats it.

• Reader woke up with the biggest headache of her life, pain in her body, and the strangest thing of all, in a comfortable place...

• Although that feeling of comfort quickly went out the window when she saw a demon depositing something next to her bed, letting out an ear-piercing scream (and scaring the shit out of the demon too?)

• Ah, it seems that the guest is awake, what a relief. It's been a long time since Hades dealt with living humans, so he was afraid she wouldn't wake up, what a relief indeed!

• Well, it seems that the guest was not as relieved as he…

• Hades had to ask the servant to leave so that the mortal could calm down, he politely excused himself and sat next to the bed, introducing himself.

• Reader was obviously scared thinking that 1- she could have offended the god of death and 2- that she could have died. Fortunately it was corrected before having a heart attack.

• Hades assured her that when she felt better she would be returned to the temple of Apollo as if nothing had happened--

• Even the reader was sorprised by how quickly she cut him off shouting NO.

• She didn't want to come back, not now, everything would be worse if she came back now, they've already hurt her before, but now they'll gonna hurt her bad—

• When the reader realizes that she is saying all this to a GOD, she is quick to hang her head and apologize in shame. Even if Hades tells her not to worry about it.

• Honestly, Hades is intrigued by this situation. It is rare that a human would prefer to be in the very underworld than on the surface. So why not unpack the issue a bit?

• Hades proposes a deal to the reader, that she can stay for a while as long as she is useful. And reader, without many options, accepts.

• Hades sincerely thoug that the girl would be hanging around for a few days and that she would eventually leave where she came from, it was the most logical thing.

• However, the god of the underworld was pleasantly surprised when he saw the reader trying to help with the cleaning of the castle (trying being the correct term, since she had never cleaned such a large place), and she was exhausted.

• Several days passed like this, reader taking the task of some servant and only taking breaks to eat or sleep. Even if Hades expected some interest from her, he didn't expect that level of commitment. It was a pleasant surprise.

• He also found it very entertaining, whether watching her hyper-focus with mundane tasks like sweeping or mopping, or having a hard time doing jobs that required the use of brute force (like carrying food for Cerberus).

• At least in those cases Hades offered to lend a hand, even if the girl repeatedly denied him - after all she couldn't continue if her back broke!

• There were also some more tasks related to keeping files or administrative matters, which was somewhat complicated for the maid who, although she had consumed literature, this was DEFINITELY different.

• In those moments she would turn to Hades for assistance, whether it was how something or that worked, or in general if she needed help.

• He had to admit, it was adorable to have this maiden asking questions and asking for his help instead of being scared like most mortals. In general now the god's home felt much more vivid.

• reader was used to routine, it was what kept her alive in the temple of Apollo, so she felt good about being useful. And she wanted to continue being useful to Hades! That made her feel good.

• It was no longer so much a matter of mutual benefit, it was more a matter of enjoying each other while they could.

• Going straight to the relationship, even if it's unconventional, is very sweet.

• Even if the reader is still quite naive there is nothing to fear! She has Scary Dog privilege whenever she hangs out with Hades. You'd have to be pretty stupid to try to mess with the wife of a god anyway.

• Reader can probably extend its lifespan either with Ambrosia or, in the most likely case, Icor. They would probably give it to her at their Wedding ceremony.

• Starting from that, Hades has zero tolerance for those who speak ill of the reader because of her origin. The only “exception” is Poseidon, and he still learned the hard way not to do it in front of Hades.

• It's not that Hades thinks that the reader can't handle things alone, not at all, he is simply aware of the great power imbalance that exists between her and other of his family members. That, plus her naivety, worries him.

• Although of course, it is also an aspect that he loves, the reader always finds the positive side of things even when everything is lost, she sees things with a different lens than the one he is used to, and that makes her very valuable in His life.

• he also doesn't let himself be fooled as easily as other people, Reader can have a strong character when she wants to be firm, and LOVES to see when that happens (when she hits Zeus, for example. God, what a beauty).

• Even if she puts her foot down with him, Hades can't help but take his mind off whatever they were talking about and have a blank head. It's like a switch.

• Despite being mortal, Hades takes his partner's opinions into consideration, after all they are king AND queen of Heilhaim, they have to be able to agree to rule appropriately.

• Hades is something of a heavy hand. While a reader is more the queen of the people, so to speak. Balanced in its own way.

• One of the ways Hades expresses his love is by making the reader nervous, whether by giving her cute nicknames, making more physical contact, etc. He likes to see how shy she gets. He can't help it! It's very cute!

• On that same note, Hades likes to give gifts to his partner, whether it's something she likes or has asked for or simply to see her reaction. Again, very adorable.

• Hades is not against PDA, he enjoys any show of affection from his partner. I think it would only be limited in certain political situations. But when it's all over? He'll Let the reader hug him like a koala. Heaven.

• You can bet that while Hades doesn't doubt his partner for a second, he will definitely destroy anyone who tries anything with her (or has tried, good luck Apollo worshipers).

• Reader playing with Cerberus….reader playing with Cerberus…(there is no way for Hades to stop this, he just gave up at this point and makes sure Cerby doesn't eat her. At least reader is happy).

• Overall, an odd couple in a good way.

Shares, reblogs and comments are very welcome!

[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.

[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

—•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•—

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...

—•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•—

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.

————

“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…

—•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•—

This path is reckless...

—•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•—

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.

—•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•—

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

—•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•—

"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.

—•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•—

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

—•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•—

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.

—•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•—

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

Your name has echoed through my mind

—•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•—

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.

—•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•—

This daydream is dangerous;

This hope is treacherous.

—•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•—

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...

—•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•—

This slope is treacherous

—•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•~~~~~~•—

————

1,372 Words

[moonstruckme]

i NEED more lily fics she’s so underrated no one writes for her :(((((

please if you could do literally anything with lily i will be happy forever 💐💐💐

Thank you <3

modern au

Lily Evans x fem!reader ♡ 858 words

Lily touches your shoulder from behind, warning you before she brings a cup of steaming tea around your front. 

“Thanks,” you whisper. Or, really, it’s more of a soft rasp. Your girlfriend is sweet enough not to remark on it. 

“Of course,” she replies, sitting down beside you. 

You’re slouched against the armrest of your sofa, knees pulled up in front of you and laptop balanced atop them so you can squint at the bright screen. The edge of your keyboard digs uncomfortably into your chest. Lily curls up against your side, leaning her head on your shoulder to watch you work. 

You sip your tea. The honey mixed into it coats your throat pleasantly. 

After a while, Lily murmurs, “You should have a rest.” 

You sigh. “Lily.” 

“Y/N,” she says, evenly, though not without fondness. 

“I have to get this done,” you try to reason. 

“You have until the end of the month, sweetheart.” Lily palms the back of your neck, one finger smoothing the baby hairs at your nape. “You don’t need to have it finished tonight, and you’re not feeling well. Let’s have a hot shower, see if the steam helps anything.” 

“I want to hand it in tomorrow morning,” you say obstinately. 

It is the onboarding paperwork for your new job. You’d nearly forgotten about it during the overwhelm of your first week, until your boss had dropped a light hint on Friday reminding you to get it done. It’s Sunday now, and you don’t intend to give her the impression that you leave everything until its deadline. 

Lily’s quiet for a moment; you type numbers into a calculator for your tax forms. 

“And what if you aren’t there tomorrow morning?” she suggests gently. 

“I’m going.” Your voice squeaks a little, and you clear your throat. “I have to go.” 

“You don’t have to, baby.” 

“It’s only my second week,” you say. “I can’t start taking time off already. They’ll think I’m looking for any excuse not to work.” 

“It’s a fairly good excuse,” Lily offers. You can see her faint smile in your periphery. She strokes your nape. “You’re sick, sweetheart. You feel like you have a fever already. It might only get worse overnight.” 

“It could get better,” you say weakly. Sniffling. 

“It could,” she hums, “but they won’t want you there if you’re contagious.” 

“If I call in sick after one week, they’ll think I’m lying.” 

Lily actually laughs. “Are you planning on calling in yourself?” 

You look at her. “Yeah…” 

“Then they’ll believe you.” She kisses the side of your nose, slow and syrupy sweet. “You sound awful.” 

You laugh, too. It does sound awful, scratchy and wretched. You sniffle afterwards, and Lily gives you a sad look. 

“Oh, come here.” She closes your laptop and moves it away, wrapping you up in a hug. Her cheek squishes into the top of your head, your girlfriend risen halfway up onto her knees to wrap herself as fully around you as possible. She rubs your upper arm soothingly. “My poor girl,” she murmurs. 

It makes your throat feel even more raw than it already had. Though you haven’t admitted it, you’re aching in your head and your joints, that telltale sign of a cold coming on; the warmth, of Lily’s arms around you and her tea in your chest, helps. You’re feeling better than you had been a few minutes ago. Even so, you know it’s likely you’ll wake feeling worse tomorrow. 

The worst part is, you know if the roles were reversed, things would be exactly the same. Lily would be willfully pushing through illness to finish her paperwork, desperate to prove herself to her new boss and determined also to prove that she could, and you would be begging her to rest, to take care of herself, to see reason. The difference is that your girlfriend is a much more skilled debater than you are; if she was on the other end of things, she’d probably convince you to let her soldier on. 

“When you said we should have a hot shower,” you say softly, “did you mean both of us, or just me?” 

Lily’s hair tickles your nose as she pulls away to look at you. She looks sorry when you sniff and scratch it quickly to stave off a sneeze, but it doesn’t deter her smile. 

“I could go with you,” she says, “if that’s what you want.” 

You take another sip of your tea. “I’m still going to try to go to work tomorrow,” you say hesitantly, “but I could leave the paperwork for another day.” 

“That sounds very smart.” She kisses your temple approvingly. 

“You would think so.” 

“And keep an open mind about work tomorrow, alright?” 

“Let’s just start with a shower,” you say. “How pathetic do I have to act to get you to wash my hair for me?” 

Lily laughs. It’s your favorite sound. “You don’t have to act any way. I can put vaporub on you afterwards, too, if you’d like.” 

You smile at her. “A shower and a massage? This is sounding very hot.” 

She laughs again. “So hot.”

[c0nfessions-of-a-writing-freak]

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

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

Word count: 3.6k

Chapter Summary: It’s not easy trying to persuade a rouge dragon rider, Hiccup finds that out the hard way. In a chase across the open water, there aren’t many places to hide, only deceiving one another or getting a little help from some other riders. It isn’t easy to lose a seasonal dragon rider, Valkyrie finds that out the hard way.

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.

“Valkyrie?” Hiccup was startled, nearly dropping the helmet he had caught midair as he stared at the girl from the markets he had met a day prior. As his eyes rocked down to the dragon that Valkyrie was sitting on. “What are you doing out here? Better yet, what are you doing on a… Dayfury?”

“Lightfury,” Valkyrie corrected, the white dragon below her gargling at the name Hiccup had called her. Stardust’s head turned to glower up at Hiccup, doing so until a green eye caught hers. “Now if you would be so kind, I need that helmet back.”

“You need to answer my question first,” Hiccup demanded, pulling the helmet closer to his body. He could see Valkyrie look back nervously, eyes flickering over the ships before her head turned back forward, a more set expression on her face. Hiccup tried again, “Why are you out here?”

“I could ask you the same thing,” She rebutted, hands growing restless as she felt her hair smack against her skin. She felt exposed. “You don’t understand Hiccup, I need that mask.”

“Why?” He made his voice gentler as he asked this time around, trying to offer a sense of calm to pull an answer out of Valkyrie. “What is so important about this mask that you can’t go without it?”

“Because Ryker knows who I am, alright?” Valkyrie felt the words slipping from her mouth in a burst of desperate anger. The terror that dawned on Valkyrie’s mind came crashing in waves at the information she just shared with Hiccup. Taking a steadying breath, Valkyrie tried not to let the unsettling silence get to her. She had to think of something, and something quick. “A few years ago I had a run-in with Ryker. Stardust wasn’t with me at the time and I hadn’t yet found the sword you saw me use, so I was basically defenceless. Ryker thinks I’m dead, and with all honestly, I probably should be.”

Now the silence that hung in the air was for a different reason. Hiccup’s face was calculating, the new information being absorbed and stored away somewhere in his brain for later analysing. “But why are you fighting the dragon hunters? Wouldn’t you want to get as far away from Ryker as possible?”

“There is no running from that man Hiccup,” Valkyrie warned, her voice eerie as her eyes shot back down to her helmet. She needed this to sound believable so she could get her helmet back and then promptly disappear. “Ryker has eyes and ears everywhere. So I took on a new face, a face he can’t see.”

“You’re the reason we’ve had destroyed armadas turning up at our island,” Hiccup nearly whispered, the answer dawning on him for something that had been eating at his mind since he and the other dragon riders came upon their first destroyed ship. As he turned to face Valkyrie, the Lightfury below her made a snap of her jaw, drawing Hiccup’s eye once more. “Come with us Valkyrie. Me and the other dragon riders can help you. We want Ryker gone just as much as you do.”

“Oh, we want very different things Hiccup,” Valkyrie’s voice was dark as she spoke, eyes staring hollowly into Hiccup. Valkyrie lifted her left hand and ran it along Stardust’s neck, leading down to her leg, sending a silent message to the dragon. “Now, I’m gonna need that helmet back.”

In a quick arch of her wings, Stardust went hurtling towards Hiccup and the dragon he was flying. Valkyrie had never seen a dragon like it before, the species being of a similar build to Stardust. Valkyrie didn’t plan on finding out what type of dragon that was though as Stardust curved over the top of Hiccup and his dragon, one of her arms outstretched as she snatched the white helmet from his hands. When the scaly thing was back to its rightful owner Stardust flipped back around and shot forward, leaving Hiccup and his dragon behind.

“Oh, no you don’t,” Hiccup yelled, making Valkyrie fasten the helmet on her head quicker. Valkyrie could feel as the muscles in Stardust’s back tense, her wings winding out further as she readied a plasma blast in her jaw. “We got to catch them bud.”

As Hiccup spoke, Stardust released her shot of pink flames. Valkyrie tucked herself in close to Stardust’s back without a second thought. As the warm flames washed over them, Valkyrie felt the sensation of warping run across her skin, the cloaking that covered Stardust extending to her.

“What the?” Valkyrie heard Hiccup ask, a confused mew following his words. Valkyrie chanced a glance back, to see Hiccup and his dragon flying straight forward, the dark dragon looking wildly around. “Find them Toothless.”

Without warning rings of purple shot out straight at Stardust and Valkyrie. Valkyrie tried to warn Stardust as silently as she could, twirling her finger in a circle along her back but Valkyrie wasn’t quick enough as those purple rings wrapped around them. They didn’t hurt but Valkyrie could feel the energy surging over her.

“Good job bud,” Hiccup said at the same time Valkyrie realised her outline was somehow visible. An elated hum left Toothless as he now had a target to chase after. Valkyrie faced forward quickly, keeping herself low down to Stardust.

“Lose the cloaking Star, they can see us so there’s no point trying to stay hidden,” Valkyrie whispered lowly, pressing her right hand down on the side of Stardust’s neck. “Hiccup’s dragon is going to naturally blend in with the night sky while we are going to stand out. Our best bet is to tire them out by both leading them in every direction and vanishing without a trace. Worst case scenario I have to use one of the Zippleback canisters on them.”

Stardust let out a disapproving grumble as she shook her head, effectively shaking the cloaking off of them while also telling Valkyrie her plan wasn’t as thought out as she hoped it to be. “I’m giving you the reigns here Star. Do whatever you need to lose them.”

The words didn’t need to be said twice as Stardust instantly tucked her wings to her body, falling from the sky as they dived towards the ocean. A startled whump came from behind them as Stardust showed no sign of stopping. At the sound of beating wings behind them, Valkyrie knew that they were being followed just like she had hoped. Before they could hit the water, Stardust’s wings shot out, slowing them down for half a second before they were thrown upwards, shooting back towards the sky like an arrow as they attempted to leave Hiccup and Toothless behind them.

Another shot of plasma was launched forward, Stardust diving through it as Valkyrie clung onto her back. As they flew into invisibility, Valkyrie could hear the same echo of the purple rings being shot upwards. This time Stardust was prepared to avoid them as she took a sharp left, flicking out of the firing range of Toothless’s location blast. Stardust began to steer upwards now that the rings had passed her. Their peace didn’t last long though as multiple rings were shot in circles, dancing across the sky as Toothless continued to shoot them at every angle manageable.

“Why can’t that dragon just let us get away?” Valkyrie questioned to no one, in particular, a grunt following her words as her hands grew an outline. A similar response was drawn out of Stardust as she became visible once again with a grumble, her teeth snapping together a few times like she was mimicking talking. “You know what? Let’s just drop a Zippleback canister on them now. Stardust fall.”

A gargle of joy fell from Stardust’s throat as she stopped moving her wings, the two appendages going limp as the dragon started to fall backwards. As the two of them whipped through the wind, Valkyrie struggled to pull one of the canisters from the saddlebag. She probably should have thought everything through a little longer.

It didn’t take long to pull one of the canisters out of the bag, just in time as well as she heard the questions rising from both Hiccup and his dragon. Unlocking the canister, Valkyrie throws it over to Hiccup, the boy naturally catching it. It was only then that he realised what the green gas coming from the small box.

A little too late as well as Stardust’s mouth lit, a small blaze of fire shooting out as they continued to fall. As the explosion emitted above them, Stardust flipped over in the air and shot forward, repeating the process that would turn her invisible. “Sindri isn’t getting that back any time soon.”

Valkyrie was hoping that Hiccup would get the hint this time around. Would leave her alone. But when her hands became outlined in front of her and rings of purple spiralled away, it became clear that she wouldn’t be getting away from the dragon rider that easily.

Hiccup’s hair stood up and was only slightly singed. Valkyrie was good at running away, disappearing–literally–without a trance. But he knew dragons. He had been herding them to and from the Edge for months at this point. With a bit of luck, he’d be able to steer her toward the Edge and hopefully–if Odin’s looking out for him–the other riders will take notice and help him.

Valkyrie was already outlined again in front of him. She didn’t shake the cloak that took over her this time around, making it slightly harder to follow them since the outlining still faded after a while but Toothless made sure to keep them visible.

After the Zippleback attack–in which Hiccup still had the canister held in his hand–he and Toothless were a bit more careful with how they approached the duo in white, not knowing what they might throw at him next. “Come on bud, they’re already taking themselves towards the Edge, let’s just make sure they don’t get off track.”

Toothless’s wings spread as he glided off to the left, silently encouraging Valkyrie and Stardust to fly right, their presence acting as a deter. And it worked as the Lightfury that Valkyrie was riding zipped away, trying to force Toothless (Hiccup) away from her. Every time they got too close the dragon’s nose scrunched up, her head swirling backwards to narrow her eyes at the rider sitting on Toothless’s back before shooting in the opposite direction of where Hiccup and Toothless were.

A few times Valkyrie went off track anyway. Taking sharp turns and dives as they tried to throw Hiccup off their trail, making Toothless have to work extra hard to catch them and turn them away from where they were headed.

When the Edge came into view, Hiccup’s shoulders sagged, relief flooding through him as it meant all of this would be over soon. Toothless let out a mighty roar as they flew closer to the island, the huts and stable becoming clear. He was able to gain the attention of a few dragons as they neared.

Valkyrie’s head shot back at the roar, brows pinching together at how unnecessary it was. But when there was a screech in return, Valkyrie realised what the dragon had been doing. The flaming body of a Monstrous Nightmare soared up from one of the huts on the island, gaining Valkyrie’s attention while a Deadly Nadder sailed through the air, spikes at the ready. The crackling of a Hideous Zippleback scratched through the air while the buzz of Gronckle wings followed.

Valkyrie had flown herself straight into an ambush.

“I’m going to kill that Nightfury rider,” Valkyrie seethed, getting a confused rumble from Stardust below her. “Well, he called you a Dayfury when he first saw you, meaning he thought you were the same species as his dragon. So the first thing that would have come to his mind would have been the opposite of yours.”

“But now we got bigger fish to fry than what Hiccup wants to call you.” If Valkyrie didn’t know that Stardust couldn’t hiss, she would have thought the noise that erupted from her was exactly that. It came at the exact moment Valkyrie had said Hiccup’s name. Stardust wasn’t a big dragon or people animal, especially when certain people on certain dragons chased after her.

Valkyrie’s eyes scanned over the island, trying to think of a way to lose the dragon riders. She was on their home turf so no matter what she did they would have the upper hand. They knew the landscape of the island better, the dragons that inhabited it and how their dragons react and can work together.

“We got to lose them Star,” Valkyrie said as the Deadly Nadder and its rider flew underneath them, popping up on their right as the Monstrous Nightmare tried to close in on their left. Toothless was still behind them while the Gronckle lugged after them from underneath. The Hideous Zippleback maneuvered itself around the sky, not sticking to a single path which Valkyrie was guessing they did on purpose. “Hit the Gronckle. It’ll be easier to get path them.”

Stardust didn’t waste a second before shooting a blast of pink flames down at the Gronckle before plummeting towards them. The blast that Stardust had shot wasn’t deadly but enough to wound or stun any dragon. Shouts of concern could be heard all around Valkyrie, the boy who was sitting on the Gronckle letting out a high-pitched yell as they both went down. Valkyrie tried not to worry about the pair, knowing that if she allowed herself to get concerned with the dragon she wouldn’t be able to pull herself away.

Stardust made sure not to fly too close to the ground, a few meters in between the long grass and her stomach as she wove in between the trees, blocking out certain dragons from following her as their movements weren’t as smooth as the Lightfury. Toothless was able to follow them because of course Hiccup and his Nightfury couldn’t let Valkyrie have anything today. The Deadly Nadder was also pretty close to catching them, a bit behind Toothless as they fought to keep up.

Valkyrie’s hands began to fiddle through Stardust’s saddlebag, another one of Sindri’s Zippleback canisters coming out. As Valkyrie unclasped the box, she didn’t throw it like she did last time. Instead, she held it out to the side, letting a trail of gas run behind her.

“Watch out for the Zippleback gas!” Valkyrie heard Hiccup yell, Toothless letting out a squawk as he tried to fly above the gas and avoid it. The Deadly Nadder tried to get out of the way of it as well but couldn’t get far enough as an actual Hideous Zippleback flew out and into range.

“Zippleback gas?” A female voice questioned from one of her heads of the Hideous Zippleback. “Hiccup, why didn’t you tell us Fury’s could spew Zippleback gas?”

“They can’t,” Hiccup tried to warn, much to the dismay of those sitting on the Hideous Zippleback.

“Who cares?” A male voice now spoke from the Hideous Zippleback. “Belch, let’s light this place.”

“No,” Another feminine voice yelled, but a little too late as the sparks began to light from one of the Hideous Zippleback’s mouths. As the cloud of gas began to light, Valkyrie let go of the canister, Stardust taking a sharp turn and flying through the trees and away from the explosion lighting.

Stardust began to shoot up to the sky again, throat warming as plasma began to build in it. They were going to disappear again. But before anything could be shot forward, a yell rang out through the air as the flaming body of a Monstrous Nightmare came hurtling towards Valkyrie. “Snotlout, Snotlout, oi, oi, oi.”

Valkyrie’s head shot towards the Viking yelling. The short man’s eyes were already on her, a devilish grin on his face as his dragon bound after them. Valkyrie shook her head as she turned back to face forward, tapping Stardust on the neck. The fire that she had previously been warming was shot forward, Stardust diving through it.

As the sensation washed over Valkyrie, they were barely cloaked for a second before Valkyrie felt something slam into her and dig into her back. Valkyrie was ripped from Stardust’s back, the Lightfury whirling around to see what happened when her eyes landed on Toothless, his front claws dug into the scales of Valkyrie’s armour. A class of distress left Stardust as she watched Valkyrie dangle.

Trying to shoot forward to grab Valkyrie back, Toothless deterred her as he turned, keeping his body between Stardust and Valkyrie. That however left Hiccup exposed to Stardust. Slicing her claws into the back of Hiccup’s leather suit, Stardust tried to pull Hiccup from Toothless’s saddle. Hiccup’s foot however got caught. Valkyrie looked up to see why his feet hadn’t fallen from the buckles onto to see a metal foot in its place.

Hiccup’s other foot came undone, jostling him from Toothless’s back and pushing him forward and off until he hung twisted and connected to the saddle, hanging backwards as his head slotted next to Valkyrie’s. The boy let out a nervous laugh as he stared at Valkyrie from upside down, trying not to show too much struggle as Toothless began to fall from the sky as well as having Valkyrie’s deadpan stare on him. “Uh, how’s the view?”

“Really?” Valkyrie asked as she tried to cross her arms, struggling lightly at the tight grip Toothless had on her. As Toothless’s body whirled around, throwing Hiccup and Valkyrie around with him, Valkyrie began to grow worried as Stardust couldn’t get close enough to pull her from Toothless’s grip. “Are you going to do anything about our current situation?”

“I’m working on it,” Hiccup said, slightly more unsure of himself as he pushed himself up, gripping the side of the saddle as he cranked his body up. Slotting himself on Toothless’s back properly, Hiccup could see that they would get too close to the ground for comfort and that Valkyrie was in the crushing zone. Shoving himself nearly off of Toothless’s saddle, Hiccup yelled, “Take my hand Valkyrie.”

“You’re crazy,” Valkyrie said as her head shot down to see how fast they were falling before one of Toothless’s claws left her shoulder, giving her space to swing up and stretch a hand towards Hiccup. As their hands met, a shock ran through Valkyrie’s bones as she was pulled up and pushed behind Hiccup.

“I know. Now, hold on,” Hiccup warned as Toothless’s wings spread, trying to slow down as they crashed down. Valkyrie’s arms instinctively tightened as she dug herself closer to Hiccup’s back. The clanking of Hiccup changing his foot’s position rang before Toothless glided forward, tail nearly smashing into the ground as Hiccup tried to redirect them up.

A sigh escaped Hiccup’s lips as they became suspended in the air again. When Valkyrie didn’t make the instant decision to throw herself from Hiccup’s back, even with Stardust hovering nearby, he leaned forward so he could talk to Toothless. “Take us to the stables, bud.”

Toothless’s gargled response came quickly before he was carefully making his way towards the Edge’s stable. Toothless made sure to keep an eye on Stardust as they flew, the Lightfury hovering as she waited for Valkyrie to signal something to her. Hiccup had half a thought that Stardust might try and pull Valkyrie or Hiccup from Toothless’s back but after the fall they had just suffered he was hoping she wouldn’t try anything. That the Stardust probably didn’t want to hurt Valkyrie.

As Toothless touched down on the stables landing strip, Valkyrie was jumping from Hiccup’s back. She hesitated for a few seconds, eyes darting between the edge of the platform and where Hiccup stood and Stardust flew. But as the other dragon riders landed around her, Stardust fell from the sky and curled herself around Valkyrie’s front, nose scrunched as a snarl started to rise from her throat.

Hiccup was the one who stepped forward, a hand raised as he tried to calm both Valkyrie and Stardust. “We need to talk, Valkyrie. Just hear us out and we’ll let you go.”

“What makes you so certain you can keep me here?” Valkyrie asked, settling a calming hand on Stardust which the dragon ignored, her teeth still bared at the other dragons and riders. Valkyrie’s eyes kept rocketing between those in front of her, trying to stay as aware as possible of who was surrounding her.

“We were able to get you here,” Hiccup brought all of Valkyrie’s attention back to him as he spoke. He still had a hand raised, taking slow steps towards Valkyrie and Stardust every few seconds, making Stardust’s hackles raise. “What makes you think we won’t be able to keep you here?”

“I’ve seen this island on maps before. I know where we are and where the nearest islands are,” Her voice was even as she spoke. Valkyrie took a step forward until she was at Stardust’s side, one of her hands falling into place on Stardust’s saddle. “We could disappear and get there quicker than any of you.”

“Maybe,” Hiccup tried to agree, his head tilting to the side slightly, earning himself a sharper glare from Stardust than he did Valkyrie. Valkyrie’s own eyes hardened, daring Hiccup to say something more. “Look, we have a common enemy. Let us convince you to work with us.”

Prev | Next

[an-idyllic-novelist]

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! 

Bonus Content:

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. 

Taglist:

@myrisan-melodies

@praisethesuuun

@rukia-writes

[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

masterlist

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

[sk1bidi-n1k0-e4ts-people]

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 ^^

💀˚~˖𓍢ִ໋ ♡*°◇🎧✧˚.⋆◇🦢+*°♡+

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?"

💀˚~˖𓍢ִ໋ ♡*°◇🎧✧˚.⋆◇🦢+*°♡+

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

🦢Tags💀

@animealways // @white-wolf-buckaroo // @tonystark-au // @zebralover // @yummyangy // @carellmcu // @mariasabanahabanabana //