#valkyrie x y/n

[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.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Not you! “Daddy”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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❤️ Kaitlyn 🥵

[midknightwritings]

I LOVE the knights shimeji hc you did!! it’s so cute and now I’m smad that it doesn’t exist irl 😞 could I request you do the same concept but for Valkyrie? thank you in advance!!!! ❤️❤️

Valkyrie as shimeji buddies !!

Synopsis : What would the members of Valkyrie be like as your little shimeji buddies ??

Era : N / A

Warning/s : N / A

Mentioned Character/s : G/N!Reader / Mika / Shu

A/N : Hi Anon !! Thank you so much for your kind words !! I’m so glad you liked it 🥺❤️ and honestly same here~ Goddd the things I’d do for them to be real 😭

Also~ thank you so so much for being my first request !! 💕 I hope you enjoy !!

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Mika Kagehira :

He’s the sweetest, most thoughtful little guy to ever grace your screen. He always greets you with a wave and a big smile when you boot up your system and wishes you a great day or a good night when you log off~ He’s always so excited to see you and just be around you as a whole !!

He’s genuinely so soft for your affection, it’s honestly really surprising that he doesn’t turn into a little Mika puddle every time you give him some !! Head pats, a heart path with your cursor, or even just words of affirmation such as “You’re amazing Mika !!” gets him all blushy and flustered. He even giggles a bit as he tries to hide the growing blush on his cheeks with his little hands.

Oftentimes, when you’re logged off, he would organize your desktop and files so that everything is neat and tidy when you log back on. He sees your desktop as a shared working space and gets super happy when he sees your bright smile and appreciation when it's cleaned :)

Mika will gladly help you with your work as best as he can !! Not only that but, if there’s something you both don’t understand, he’ll help you find sources too !! Mika will make sure that they’re all reliable and would try to stop you from using unreliable sources if he notices you on those type of sites.

Mika’s hardworking nature causes him to sometimes go into very deep rabbit holes when he’s helping you. Sometimes, you gotta fish him out of the 10th page of Google. [ The fact that he went to the 2nd page in the first place is already telling on how serious he is when it comes to helping you~ ]

When it comes to feedback as a whole, Mika will tell you the things he loved and what you did well, and the things you can improve on~ Not only that, but he’ll even try to help guide you through the steps so that you don't get confused. He doesn’t want to see you struggle or get frustrated over something that wasn't worth fussing over to begin with~

Even with his habit of overworking himself, Mika refuses to let you overwork yourself. He doesn’t want you to get burnt out so he always reminds you to take breaks and relax in between working sessions !! You would often remind him to take breaks himself and, depending on the severity, you sometimes have to physically pick him up and move him to the other side of your screen to get him to actually stop and relax for a bit~

Now you’re both trapped in a perpetual state of making sure that the other takes a break but you both came to a compromise where you’d take breaks together !! You and Mika would often just relax and watch videos, play games or scroll through social media for a bit. Mika’s more of an observer than an active participant but he’s still super happy to talk to you while you’re doing those things~

Sometimes he would sew an outfit for you and would show you when he’s done !! He gets all giddy and excited seeing how happy you get and how much you loved the outfit. He knows that you can’t physically wear the exact outfit he made, but if you took his design to a tailor and got it made [ or you sewed it yourself ] and then showed it to him… His heart would beat so fast that he thinks he’d accidentally mess up one of your settings from how strong it’s beating !!

There are times where the two of you wouldn’t talk as much due to working on your own projects, but Mika still loves being in your presence so he would often sit in a corner on your screen to avoid bothering you but, at the same time, still be there if you ever needed him.

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Shu Itsuki :

Shu’s the type to make sure that you'd get your work done in one go and this is because he doesn’t want you to do everything the night before. After all, how can you perfect your craft in just one night alone? Perfection takes time so start your project now !! Who cares if it’s due in 2 weeks, better now than later !!

His keen eye for detail knows no bounds, he can spot an error from a mile away. Are you seriously going to submit your project with that pixel a shade lighter than the ones surrounding it? Go tidy it up, it won’t take long~

His nagging means no harm though. He wants you to succeed and knows that you can accomplish amazing things, that’s why he’s being overly critical. You can do better than this and he knows it !! He’s secretly rooting for you [ though, he’ll never say it out loud. ]

He’s super knowledgeable and would help you when it comes to subjects that you struggle with. If you need sources, he’ll give you the ones he used himself, so you know they’re reliable !! He’ll help you through your papers and would even counter some of your weaker arguments on purpose in order to help you strengthen your own claims with more evidence and explanations~

When it comes to online shopping, he tries to subtly steer you towards the right outfits but he’s not subtle. Like... At all… He would flat out refuse to let you swipe your card if you’re planning on buying anything he considers “atrocious”. In the end though, Shu’s judgment is always right and now, you rarely have to return anything because they all match your aesthetic and suit your features to a tea !!

He secretly adores your affection but will actively pretend that he hates it. He’s not as subtle about it as he thinks he is though. A lot of the time, it goes like;

[ Draws a heart with your cursor path. ] “Are you serious? Stop being so childish…” “Aww sorry Shu.” [ Doesn’t do it anymore. ] “The sheer disrespect for you to believe that I don't deserve an ounce of appreciation for all the things I do for you !! I’ll have you know tha-”

Shu would often redesign your desktop with your aesthetic in mind and, even though he’s complaining about having to clean up after you, this is his way of trying to ease your workload when you’re busy with assignments. He hopes that designing your desktop would make you feel better :) [ Don’t call him out on this though, because he will feverishly deny it. ]

When you and Shu get busy with your own projects, you’d both accidentally pull all-nighters together. Sometimes he’d notice that it’s getting late but when he looks at you, he deeply admires your sheer dedication to finish your work and believes that he shouldn’t bother you. Though, he’ll make a subtle, off-handed reminder and leave the choice to you. If you want to sleep now or pull an all-nighter, he’s ok with anything because, if you do decide to continue working, he’ll keep you company through the night.

If you ever wanna cook or bake something, Shu’s willing to help you find good recipes and would give you links to websites with the best ones. The 5 links with different croissant recipes is totally just a coincidence though !! So might as well make some now, right?

Shu would also design outfits for you and actually has a folder filled to the brim with different outfits he made for you and you alone. Even though he wants you to wear them, he doesn’t trust the tailors with his designs because they need to be perfect !! They’re for you after all~ But… If you know how to sew yourself, he wouldn’t mind letting you make them in his stead. He gets super proud when he sees you wearing the clothes he designed. If you’re quick enough, you might even catch him softly smiling at you before you finally click “shut down” to go out for the day.

[arlana-likes-to-write]

King by Lauren Aquilina

Summary: After Thor appointed Valkyrie as the new King of New Asgard, she feels lost on what to do. When her feelings and thoughts are all over the place she turns to you, her light, to help her find her way again. 

Warnings: fluff, angst, self-doubt, nothing really bad

Word Count: 2.9k

Her head was spinning as she descended the hill into New Asgard. The town was buzzing with her. The warrior smiled and waved to the people that waved back. She needed to figure out what the hell she was going to do. She was a fighter, a warrior, not a King. With a sigh, she opened the door to the after school building. You were walking around the tables and cleaning up the left out art supplies. Valkyrie smiled at the sight as she closed the door. 

You moved to New Asgard 4 years ago. You were trying to rediscover yourself in a new world where half of the population was gone. Before Thanos snapped her fingers, you were a teacher and those skills were needed in this town that was trying to rebuild. The warrior found your presence to be calming. You always called yourself a simple human but she saw you as so much more. “You know starring is considered rude in most cultures.” You said with a teasing smile on your face. Valkyrie rolled her eyes and pushed herself off the door, closing the distance between you and her. 

“I can’t help it,” she said. “Especially when I’m in the presence of a goddess.” You hit her chest with a stack of paper. 

“You are ridiculous.” You said, putting the scrap paper and art supplies in their correct spot. 

“That was a good one.” Valkyrie pouted. “I have to up my flirting game so everyone knows you're mine.” She followed you to your desk and before you could sit down she wrapped her arms around your waist. You leaned back into her embrace. 

“I’m pretty sure the rock you put on my finger will keep the vultures away, my love.” She smiled, kissing your shoulder and playing with the ring on your finger. “Where is Thor?” You said. The warrior sighed, remembering the conversation she had with her friend. 

‘You know, I’d make a lot of changes around here.’ she joked. Thor took off his sunglasses and bowed his head slightly with a smile. ‘I’m counting on it, your majesty.’ 

You turned around to face her, sitting on the edge of your desk. “What’s wrong?” You asked. It was rather annoying how easily you could read her. 

“Can we get away just for a few hours?” She asked. You nodded, with a smile and kissed her lips softly. 

“Of course.” 

*

You met Valkyrie at the docks while you set up the small row boat. You went home to quickly change and pack a small bag filled with snacks and a blanket. Valkyrie held out her hand. “Welcome aboard, m’lady.” You took her hand and stepped down into the boat. 

“Thank you, captain.” You kissed her cheek as you sat down. She smiled and began to row the boat past the port of New Asgard towards a small island. It was by accident that you and Valkyrie found this place. Her and Thor got into a small argument regarding the future of New Asgard. She came to you in a fit of rage. You remembered when you were younger that your father took you out of the water whenever he and your mother got into a fight. The air on the water seemed to have a healing effect. So you rowed the boat as Valkyrie sat in her emotions until you found the island. From then on the island became a spot for you to escape, date nights to tell stories underneath the stars, and it was the spot Valkyrie proposed. “Land ho, captain.” You called out. She jumped out of the rowboat as it came in contact with land and pulled it out of the water. She smirked at you as she caught you checking out her muscles. You simply shrugged and got out of the boat, sling the bag over your shoulder. “Your hot babe, can’t blame me for looking.” Your wife laughed. It was a sound you loved especially when you knew something was bothering you. 

“You have such a way with words.” You smiled and went to your favorite spot on the island to lay out a blanket on the ground. It allowed you both to still see the buildings of New Asgard but feel far away from everything. You sat down and pulled out the snacks you brought; a bottle of wine, cheese, crackers, grapes, and strawberries plus two chocolate bars. Valkyrie sat down and opened the bottle of wine. “You are too good to me.” She said. You rolled your eyes. 

“Shut up,” you poured the wine into the glass and gave it to her. She took a long sip. “So, what happened?” You asked.

“Thor isn’t coming back to New Asgard. He’s joining the Guardians.” You almost choked on a strawberry at the news. You knew that the God struggled with his guilt for not being able to prevent the death of his brother, the destruction of his home, and not being able to spot Thanos the first time. 

“But isn’t he King? He has no heir, not that we know of,” you mumbled the last part which caused Valkyrie to smile. “Who is the new king?” You asked. Your wife’s smile became smaller as she stared out towards the water. 

“Me.” She looked at you but looked away rather quickly. You weren’t surprised that the God of Thunder named her the new king. In the 4 years you were at New Asgard, you watched Valkyrie look after its people. But in the brief glance she gave you, you saw doubt in your partner’s eyes. It was an emotion that you’ve never seen in her. “But I don’t know if I can do it,” she whispered. “Thor called me a leader but the last time I was a leader I led my sisters to their death.” She was referring to the battle against Hela. It still haunted and scared her. “I don’t know what to do.” You didn’t respond right away, you swirled the wine in your glass. 

“You do what you do best, Val, and fight to protect those you love.” You said. 

“Who am I fighting?” She asked. “We won.” You hummed agreeing with her, taking a sip of the wine before moving behind her. You pulled out a brush from your bag and began to brush her wavy hair. The tension melted from her shoulders. 

“You are fighting the monsters inside your head,” you answered, pushing her hair to the side and kissing the skin that was showing. “Count your blessings not your flaws. You’re too wrapped up in your self doubt. You’ve got that young blood set it free.” You sighed, resting your head on her shoulder. “For the past 4 years, I’ve seen you lead these people without the title of king. You gave them hope and provided them light in their darkest time.” You kissed the side of her head and forced her to look at you. “You’re in control so get rid of all the monsters inside your head and put all your faults to bed. You can be king.” Your wife moved her hand to the back of your head and weaved her fingers through your hair. She kissed you slowly. You would never get tired of kissing her. She poured all of her emotions and feelings into a kiss when words were lost to her. She ended the kiss, keeping your foreheads touching. “I love you, my king.” You whispered. She chuckled. 

“My queen,” you smirked. “My beautiful and smart queen. I’d be lost without you.” 

“Queen,” you mumbled against your lover’s lips. “I like that title.” She rolled your eyes. 

“Take it down a notch or your ego won’t fit into the school building.” She joked. You pushed her on her chest and she fell to her side bringing you down with her. You laughed, shaking your head. “Was that an attempted assassination attempt on the newly appointed King of Asgard? The punishment is the most severe.” You tried to hide the smile on your face. 

“Please have mercy on me, your highness,” you said, burying your face in her neck. “I will do anything.” 

“Anything? Mhmm.” She paused for dramatic effect. “I sentence you to be my wife for an eternity.” You pulled away and looked down at her. 

“Seriously.” She shrugged. 

“Like I said I have to up my flirting game. You are the queen.” You rolled your eyes. 

“You, my king, are a dork.” She laughed, taking your left hand in hers and kissed your wrist, your palm, and the ring she gave you. 

“Thank you,” you smiled, feeling yourself blush at her intense look. 

“Anytime.” 

*

It was the screams that woke you and Valkyrie up. She was the first out of bed, rushing to the window, and throwing the blinds back. Your dark room erupted into light from the flames outside. “I have to go,” she said suddenly, pulling on a pair of sleep shorts and a long sleeve shirt. You nodded. 

“I’m right behind you.” Your statement caused your wife to stop and look at you. 

“Absolutely not. I need you to stay here.” You looked at her in disbelief. You weren’t an Avenger level fighter but you’ve been training and you didn’t have to fight you could help get people to safety.

“This is my home too, Val. I can help.” She ran her hands through her hair, pinching the bridge of her nose. 

“I need to know you are safe so I can focus on protecting everyone else,” you went to say something but she held up her hand. “I don’t have time for this. Stay here, that's an order from your king.” Your jaw clenched.

“Yes, your majesty.” Valkyrie sighed, kissing your forehead before leaving your room. You sighed and walked over to the window looking at the chaos. A portal opened and you watched as your wife rode on Warsong. You rolled your eyes, she always had to have a dramatic entrance. You knew you were being difficult and keeping her away from the fight. But she didn't hear what was said about you, a useless human married to the now King. Hell, even Thor’s ex-girlfriend was worthy enough to lift mjolnir. A bright light came down from the heavens and you covered your eyes to shield them. When you looked back, the God of Thunder was standing there. He looked good, a lot healthier than the last time you saw him. A car near your apartment building exploded. “Fuck this.” You said, leaving your room. 

*

Valkyrie was going to kill you, it was a fact that you accepted as soon as you stepped foot outside of your apartment building. You had a shield on your back and a sword in your hands. You heard a scream and you ran in the direction. It was the mother of one of your students. You jumped in front of her with your shield hitting the shadow spider in front of you. “Get out of here.” You yelled, swinging the sword in your hand. You heard her run off but your eyes remained on the creature ahead. The creature charged and you dogged out of the way. You climbed on the car that was parked next to you and jumped, slashing your sword down. The sword implied the creature in the head. It struggled and trashed from side to side, you held on but it flung you off. You rolled to the ground as the spider died. On shaky legs, you stood up and pulled your sword out. But you didn’t have a second to breathe as a small horde of them circled you. 

The ground shook around you and the electricity in the air made the hair on your arms stand up as Thor landed next to you. He swung Stormbreaker and it flew through the air, cutting off the heads of the creatures around you. Stormbreaker returned to his owner. 

“Lady Y/n,” The God smiled. 

“Thor,” you smiled back. “Who did you piss off this time?” You asked. His smile fell. 

“Valkyrie asked the same thing,” you laughed and ducked as he sent lightning over your shoulder killing another creature. You spun behind him and killed one. “Speaking of the king, does she know her wife is out here?” He asked. You sighed. 

“No,” you said slowly. “How about we keep it a secret.” Another explosion rocked New Asgard. “Thor go, I’ll be fine.” 

“I will see you again, Lady Y/n.” The God disappeared in a flash of light. 

“See ya, Thor.” You waved and continued on. 

*

You would count tonight as a half win. The children of New Asgard were kidnapped by a deranged God Killer which wasn’t ideal. But you did sneak back home without your wife seeing you and you lived to one day tell her the tale. You cleaned your weapons and put them away, cleaned up, and began to cook for Valkyrie’s return. The door opened and slammed shut. “Hi -”

“I can’t believe you,” she cut you off. You turned to face her. She didn’t have any clear sign of injury which you were thankful for. “I can’t believe you ignored a direct order from your king.” You bit your tongue. You wanted her to get everything off her chest. “Then you asked Thor to cover for you. Do you realize how dangerous it was to be out there?” You didn’t respond and returned around to finish the sandwich you were making. 

“Thor told you I’m guessing.” You said, placing the finished sandwich down in front of her. She glanced at the food but didn’t take it. 

“No. It was the mother you saved. She wanted me to thank you.” She sighed, sitting down at the table. “Thor actually tried to cover for you which I had a very stern talk to him about.” She angrily bit into the sandwich. “I’m so mad at you. You could have died and I couldn’t have known.” 

“But I didn’t.” You were pushing her buttons but the statement left your mouth before you could think about it. She stood up abruptly, slamming her hands on the table. 

“I’m your king,” she said. “It is my job to protect you.” 

“Cut the shit, Brunnhilde. I was your wife before you got the title of King. So talk to me like your wife and not one of your subjects.” Her jaw clenched as you stared at each other. You sighed, rubbing your hand across your face. “I’m sorry I left and I worried you but I wanted to prove to them,” you pointed out the window. “That I’m more than what they call me behind closed doors. So,” you dropped your hands to the side. “I’m sorry.” Valkyrie was silent as she stared at you. You wondered if you stunned her into silence. But in a quick motion, she made her way to your side of the table and pulled you into a hug. The force of the hug lifted you off the ground. You yelped at the sudden impact but you hugged her back as tight. She set you down on your feet. 

“I love you. I love you so much,” she mumbled against your skin. 

“I love you too, my love.” You pulled away slightly grabbing onto her face. You kissed her softly. 

“I don’t know what I would have done if I lost you tonight, if I failed to protect you as well.” You frowned. 

“This isn’t solely on you.” 

“I’m king. It’s my duty.” You grabbed her hand and pulled her to the couch. You sat down next to her grabbing both of her hands. 

“You’re not alone. You’re not on your own. You’ve got it all but you’ve lost your mind in the sound.” You let go of one of her hands and placed some strands of hair behind her ear. “You will save those kids and reclaim your crown.” She gave you a sad smile. 

“What if I fail?” Her voice was so small it broke your heart. You shook your head. 

“You won’t because you will do anything for your people.” She was silent for a moment, looking at your connected hands. 

“Thor, Jane, and I are going after him. We leave tomorrow morning.” You expected as much. “I need you to stay here.” She brought her lips. “Asgard will need it’s Queen.” She kissed your palms. 

“As long as their King comes back to them.” She nodded. 

“Always,” she smirked . “Besides you have a sentence to still carry out.” You rolled your eyes and stood up, holding out your hand. 

“A King needs their rest.” You pulled your wife to her feet. 

“I need to shower first. I’ll meet you there.” You nodded, kissing her before heading off to your room. You didn’t realize how tired you were until your head hit the pillow and the blankets were around you. You must have dozed off because you woke up to the feeling of Valkyrie getting into bed behind you. Her arm wrapped around you and pulled you flush to her front. “Thank you, my love.” She mumbled. Her voice was laced with sleep. 

“Anytime.”   

[ily-fictional-women]

"Sick Day"

Summary: After getting sick and getting a real break from work Valkyrie tries to extend her staycation with Y/n.

Pairing: Valkyrie x fem!reader

Warnings: None that I know of, but if I should add anything let me know! 

Word count: 809

a/n: I’ve been lacking a lot of inspo lately so if you have any requests make sure to send them. Of course, it doesn’t mean I’ll get to it immediately but it’s better than not sending it. (Reblogs are welcome and critiques/advice are heavily encouraged, but please no translating.)

“Ahhhchoooo.” The loud audible sneeze was the first thing Y/n woke up to in the morning. Rolling out of bed Y/n saw Valkyrie slowly getting ready looking very drowsy with a light red tint to her nose. “Val? Are you okay? You don’t look so good.” Valkyrie lets out a soft laugh followed by a very horse cough, “Yeah love-” she lets out another horse cough, “I’m fine. I just have a small cough and the sniffles. I need to get to work though.” As Valkyrie leans in close to Y/n for a goodbye kiss Y/n pushes her away gently. “Val you are not going to work right now your sick.” 

“But-”, Y/n cuts her off. “You can work when your better Val. So please go change into some comfy clothes and rest.” Reluctantly Valkyrie changed into more comfortable clothes lounging on the living room couch as Y/n cooked some soup– a typical thing she would do when someone she cared for was sick. Although with Y/n distracted cooking Valkyrie took this as a chance to at least get her computer to get some work done. Carefully watching you as she walked off to the bedroom where she has left her computer she walked past you cooking, “Don’t.” The one word made her freeze. 

Valkyrie stammers trying to think of an excuse but her head was foggy from being sick. Leaning on a nearby wall she tries to reason with Y/n, “I was just going to the bathroom.” Y/n turns off the heat on the stove looking at Valkyrie directly, “Oh really? So you weren’t going to get your work computer that I already hid?” Valkyrie’s eyes widen “You did what?!” Y/n turns back to the pot of soup pouring some into a bowl, “I hid your computer so you can actually relax since you’re sick.” Y/n holds out the warm bowl of soup to Valkyrie, “Now take this and go sit down. After I clean some dishes we can watch a movie and cuddle a little.” 

Over the course of a few days, Valkyrie grew more open to Y/n carrying for her. So open that now she didn’t want to go back to work. All she wanted was to have Y/n take care of her and lounge around watching TV and movies. Although with time Valkyrie wasn’t sick at all, so she had to pretend to be sick to continue this vacation. To a less observant person, you would think she was still sick but Y/n knew better. The signs were obvious if you looked carefully. She was only coughing and sneezing when Y/n was nearby, she used fewer tissues, and not to mention her imitation of the drowsy/out-of-it version of her wasn’t great. 

Testing to see how far Valkyrie would go Y/n put her work laptop in front of her, “I figured since it seems like you’re getting better you could have your computer back and start working again.” Valkyrie eyed the laptop for a moment only to look back up at Y/n, “Baby I still don’t feel super well, how about I do it tomorrow?” 

“Okay, I’m gonna go on so errands though so I’ll be back within about an hour. Do you think you’ll be okay by yourself?” Valkyrie hums letting you go out. Y/n was, of course, grateful Valkyrie was taking a break, after everything she's dealt with she deserved that. But this had been going on too long. Going to the open market Y/n visited one of the market people that sold traditional Asgardian medicine. 

After running a few more average errands Y/n finally came home to see Valkyrie still lounging on the couch binge-watching a TV show. “Hey babe, I know you haven’t really been getting better from what you say so I brought something that might make you feel better.” Valkyrie turns around thinking it might be some snack or meal but all she sees is Y/n crack open a glass bottle, and by the horrible smell alone she can tell what it is. 

Immediately she shot up from her seat clearing her throat and putting up her hands defensively, “I’m fine love! No need for that stuff.” Y/n laughs out loud setting down the bottle, “I know Val, I’ve known for a while.” Valkyrie fidgets with the cuff of her sweater, “You’re not mad or anything are you?” Y/n smiles pulling Valkyrie close to her, “No. Not at all. Next time though I’d like it if you didn’t pretend to be sick and just let me know you want to take a sick day.” Pulling Y/n a little closer by the waist Valkyrie kisses her sweetly. It’s hard to be mad at someone so cute.

[mutlifandomloverblog]

Hawt damn

Make-Up Sex

Dom!Valkyrie x Fem!reader

a/n: Hi everyone! I felt like I haven't written a really spicy story in a while so here's something fun and also new...if you saw one of my previous posts, I am now also taking Valkyrie requests! So...enjoy the first of I'm sure many to come. Also am I the only one who’s been literally THIRSTING so bad for her? I’m sure I’m not lmao but DAMN is she FINE😩😫

LMK IF YOU WANT TO BE ADDED TO MY VALKYRIE TAGLIST!

Summary: Story takes place in New Asgard (TLAT SPOILER FREE!) you and V get into a fight and I'd say it has a very happy ending.

Warnings: SMUT!, 18+ only, fingering, eating out, strap, a lot of filth.

Word Count: 2264 Words

Request: (Anon) dom!valkyrie x fem!reader with absolute filthy smut. Like they have a fight about something they don't even remember anymore and they make it up with aggressive sex.

“You’re fucking kidding me right V?” You snap at her after what seemed like hours of you two fighting over the same thing again and again.

“Love, seriously it is nothing. Jane only has eyes for Thor, it’s very obvious.”

“That’s not my point. You can’t just be blatantly flirting with her when we’re together.”

“Y/N, you need to stop being so anxious, there’s nothing to be worried about.”

“How am I supposed to believe that even for a minute if you can’t stop fucking looking at her? Yeah,” You scoff, “ I see your eyes wandering up and down her body every time she walks into the room. The stupid fucking smirk that comes across your face with it too.”

Valkyrie rolls her eyes at you as she pours out a generous glass of scotch for herself.

“Look, I’m not “eye fucking” anyone.” She says as her hands draw overly dramatic air quotes. “I’m just doing it to mess with Thor, the same way he did to me when the two of us started dating.”

A confused look crossed your face. “What’re you even talking about?”

“Really.” Valkyrie says with a smug look. 

You raise your eyebrows in her direction with a slight shoulder shrug. 

“All he did was hit on you when I first brought you home. It took me months to get him to stop, I’m just playing around now…getting my revenge.” She says with a cocky wink. 

You just roll your eyes and turn around heading for the door.

“Wait! Where you going?” She runs up behind you, grabbing your shoulder

“Fuck off V. I can’t do this right now.” “Y/N, love, it’s just for jokes.”

“Was it really a fucking joke when you told her how hot she looked today? As if I don’t realize how hot she looks, much better than I do every day. Was it really a joke when you talk to her about how you’d treat her better than Thor can? That shit hurts Val. I’m sorry but I can’t do this right now.”

“Shut up.”

“Excuse me?”

“You heard me, shut up. Don’t ever tell me anyone is hotter than my girlfriend ever again.”

“You’re THE ONE WHO SAID IT.”

“I never EVER said she was hotter than you. I gave her a small compliment, besides that’s not the point nobody is fucking hotter than you. You are the most drop-dead GORGEOUS woman I’ve ever met and trust me I’ve travelled the nine realms, I should know.”

What she did had you enraged but all the words coming out of her mouth just made you fall that much more for her.

You could feel your heart pounding out of your chest as your eyes scan her face, not sure where they should land after hearing what she just said. As your gaze settles on her lips you push yourself into her, crashing your lips into hers in one swift motion. As your tongues fight for dominance, your knee is slowly grinding against her, making her squirm underneath you. You feel Valkyrie’s breath hitch as you smirk into your kiss. You feel her hands grab you, quickly turning both your bodies so you’re shoved against the wall as she looks down at you with a smile. Her one hand has a forceful grip around your neck, slowing down your breathing. 

“Awe look at you princess. You’re so cute when you think you’re the one in control.”

A small gulp pushes itself down your throat that she felt pass by her tight grip. Your eyes were locked on hers for a moment as you feared what was going to happen next. 

Valkyrie’s hand releases you as her mouth starts leaving a trail of kisses down your neck. Some of them were more bites than kisses, leaving dark purple marks all over you. 

“I’m gonna fucking ruin you gorgeous.” She growled into your ear. You felt your knees weaken at her words and a pathetic whine escapes your lips. 

Valkyrie takes a small bite of your lower lobe as she pulls away, looking at you again, admiring you and thinking of all the things she was about to do to you. 

Your eyes trail down to Val’s pants as a noticeable bulge catches your eye…she was packing.

Before your eyebrows had the chance to even raise, you felt her hand come under your chin and pull your face up to lock eyes with her. “Uh uh uh princess, not yet. Be patient my love, there are lots of things I want to do to you first.”

She knew how much it bothered you when she calls you princess and yet she will continue to do it just to ensure you were frustrated. 

Valkyrie’s hands trailed down your body, eventually hooking a finger into the waistband of your pants pulling you away from the wall and over to her thrown. 

“Strip.” She says as her eyes attempt to undress you before you got the chance.

“Sit.” She towered over you as you sat on her throne, vulnerable to anyone who could walk into the room at any moment. 

“You’ve been bad beautiful,” V says as her arms cross and one eyebrow raises at you. 

“How many times do we have to do this until you realize there’s no need to be jealous of anyone else?” Valkyrie gets down on her knees and starts leaving kisses along the outside of your thighs.

Feeling a little cocky you look at her and regretfully opened your mouth, “already on your knees for me your majesty?”

A head tilt followed by a low chuckle, V immediately gets up yanking you off the chair so quickly you nearly fell over. If it wasn’t for her pulling you back towards her and wrapping her other arm around your waist you would be laying on the floor. Your chests pressed up against one another, the cold of her armour touching your bare skin, sending shivers down your back. 

“What did you just say to me, darling?”

You knew better than to open your mouth again but was it ever fun to challenge Valkyrie’s dominance over you. You just knew that she would punish you for whatever you said or did if it was anything but obeying her every word. 

“Down.” She says putting her hand on your shoulder, pushing you down to your knees. Val’s hands were occupied with her belt buckle as you looked up at her with innocent eyes and concern for what was going to happen next. 

“How about, we put that pretty little mouth of yours to work so it doesn’t get you in any more trouble hmm?” She says with a smirk as her hand takes a fist full of your hair, slowly lowering your lips down onto her strap. Your breathing slows as you take in less air with her not letting go of you. “Look at me princess while you suck my cock.”

Your eyes dart up to her face as your lips start to go numb from the motion and friction against the silicone. Valkyrie continues to make your head bob up and down as her hand pulls your hair and uses it to push you further down on her cock. 

“Have you learned your lesson yet love?” She says loosening her grip on you and slowly caressing your cheek with your mouth still full of her dick. 

Maintaining the same eye contact, you slowly nod your head at her as a smirk comes across her face. 

“Come,” she says, offering her hand out to you to pull you off the ground. 

“Since you were such a good girl, taking all of daddy’s cock, you get to sit and enjoy me doing something for you now.” She says gesturing towards the throne again as you take your seat. 

Valkyrie spreads your legs and without wasting time allows her fingers to run up your folds which to nobody’s surprise were soaked. “Someone’s quite excited.” She says with a smirk. You were about to roll your eyes at her when the shudder of pleasure shot up your body at the feeling of one of her fingers entering you. Your mouth opened to let out a moan that didn’t want to come out as your head flew backwards, eyes closed as your body filled with pure ecstasy. 

“F-fuck V.” You groaned out as another one of her fingers entered into you. 

Val was slowly increasing the speed of her fingers as her tongue found its rightful place drawing circles on your clit causing you to squirm under her touch. Valkyrie can’t help but smile when she looks up at you, seeing how pretty you look with your eyes shut and head thrown back trying to swallow the moans she’s creating. 

With all the teasing and tension between the two of you, it makes sense how quickly you were ready to cum. Your hips started bucking up and down on her mouth. 

“V— I think I’m getting close.” 

You feel Valkyrie insert a third finger and her arm starts pumping in and out of you as fast as she can as her tongue draws figure eights on your clit. Your hips are bucking into the air as you cum all over her face, pushing her fingers deeper inside of you. 

Everytime she makes you cum she has the most devilish smile on her face. Once you came down from your high, you felt her lips on yours again. 

“Do you like how you taste princess?” She whispers into your kiss. 

Fuck you nearly melted right then and there. 

You nodded in response to her question as you pulled away from her face. 

“I’m not quite done with you yet, love.” She says, pulling away and offering her hand to help you up. As you stand, you almost topple over from how weak your legs felt post-orgasm. Valkyrie chuckles watching you struggle to stand. 

“Allow me.” She says as you wrap your arms around her neck and jump up to wrap your legs around her waist. She carried you over to the wall, backing you up against it as she slowly lowered you down onto her strap, giving you enough time to adjust. 

You let out a loud moan when her tip entered you as your pussy stretched to take her full length. Fuck was this hot. She has done many…many things to you before but holding you up, fucking you against a wall? That’s new. 

Valkyrie watched your face as you moaned in pleasure from her cock slowly going in and out of you. Your pussy soaked her cock as she continued to pound into you. Small whimpers falling from your lips only made her thrust into you faster. Her head would lean into the crevice of your neck, panting as she pounded you. 

You could feel yourself nearing the edge again just from her movement, your clit was pulsating, begging to be touched. 

“Val, I think I’m going to cum again.” You mumble. 

“Not yet princess.” She replies. 

A groan falls from your mouth at the sudden absence of her dick. Valkyrie lightly lets your legs fall to the ground and brings you over to the conference table, pushing on your upper back, forcing you to bend over it. She grabs one of your thighs, pulling it up so your knee is resting on the table top. You feel her lick a strip up and down your pussy followed by the tip of her cock slowly teasing your entrance. The small bit of attention your clit got for her mouth was almost enough to push you over the edge but you knew there would be consequences if you came after she told you not to. 

After a few seconds of your folds being teased, you feel her push into you, taking all 8 inches at once you let out a loud groan. Val held down your leg for leverage as she pounded your pussy, you could hear how wet you were with every thrust into you. 

“V— please. I am so close, I don’t know how much longer I can hold it for.” You say clenching yourself around her cock. You feel her bring a hand down onto your ass cheek as you wince in pain. 

No response as she continues to increase her pace at which she’s thrusting into you. 

Her thrusts are getting sloppy and breathing is shallow. “You ready to cum for me princess?” 

“Yes, daddy, please let me cum for you.”

“Cum for me, gorgeous.” 

Finally, you release all over her cock, as your hands try to grab onto the mahogany table she had you bent over. You screaming her name as her thrusts slow down and your legs stop shaking. 

Valkyrie slowly pulls her length out of you and before you had the energy to lift yourself up and turn around to look at her, she already had her pants up and her belt being done up. It didn’t even look like she just fucked the hell out of you but holy shit did you look ruined. She just looks at you with a smirk as you try to fix your hair and compose yourself as you scan the room for where your clothing ended up. 

“Did you learn your lesson princess?” She asks with a smirk. “Or will I have to teach it again later tonight?” 

Her cocky attitude always worked on you and only the gods knew you were ready to run your mouth again later once you could walk straight.

-- The End --

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[kanroji-san]

Y/n: Not everyone likes you. You are not Anubis.

Apollo: Not everyone likes Anubis

Y/n: Who doesn't like Anubis?

Apollo: I don't kn-"

Y/n: Name them, bitch. Give me their names, so that I can personally teach them how to use their blabbering mouths for good.

Look at him!!! He is so adorable o(≧▽≦)o I want to hug him!!!!

[hoe4hotchner]

hi! could I request singer reader dating Aaron and the BAU doesn't KNOW but founds out after she drops her album/song about him (I'm thinking juno, bed chem by Sabrina etc).

Valkyrie | [A.H]

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x singer fem!reader | WC: 0.9k | CW: No use of Y/N, but reader's stage name is Valkyrie in this, Fluff, relationship

The team had scattered across the bullpen, taking a rare break between interviews and paperwork. Penelope, however, was anything but quiet. She was vibrating with excitement as she stormed into the room, tablet in hand and an undeniable spark in her eyes.

“Okay, stop everything you’re doing,” she announced dramatically, catching everyone’s attention. “Have you heard this new album?”

Emily, sitting at her desk, glanced up with a smirk. “What album?”

She held up her tablet like it was a piece of holy scripture. “Valkyrie’s new album just dropped. I’m telling you, it is life-changing, soul-touching, cry-your-eyes-out amazing.”

You were Valkyrie - the pop sensation who had taken the world by storm over the last couple of months. Known for your breathtaking voice, and your way of writing lyrics that felt personal even to the audience, like you were pulling the words straight from your soul. What the team didn’t know was that Valkyrie, the woman with chart-topping hits, was Hotch’s girlfriend - and the subject of your latest songs? Well, that was him.

"Valkyrie? Isn’t she that singer you’ve been obsessed over lately?" Derek asked, teasing.

“First of all, it’s not an obsession; it’s an appreciation of an amazing artist. And second,” Garcia held her finger up for dramatic effect, “her new album, Into You, is… well, I’m not saying it’s about someone in her life, but these lyrics, guys… they’re personal.”

Spencer, ever the analyst, raised an eyebrow. “What makes you think it’s about someone specific?”

“Oh, Spence,” Garcia sighed dramatically, tapping her tablet to pull up the lyrics. “Just listen to this - ‘Your steady presence holds me still when the world spins too fast. In your arms, I finally find my way home.’ Does that not sound like she’s writing about someone she loves?”

JJ tilted her head, intrigued. “It does sound pretty intimate.”

Derek grinned. “Sounds like someone’s in love.”

Emily leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms. “I wonder who it’s about.”

Meanwhile, Hotch had been quietly observing the conversation from his office, a small, secretive smile playing on his lips. The lyrics they were quoting were all too familiar to him. He’d heard them months ago when Valkyrie - well, you - had played the demo for him late one night, curled up together in his living room. You’d been nervous, watching him for a reaction as your voice filled the room. But there had been nothing but pride in his chest, knowing how deeply you felt for him.

"Hotch!" Derek’s voice called as he stepped out of his office. “You ever listen to this stuff?”

Hotch looked up, his calm mask firmly in place. “Occasionally.”

“Occasionally?” Garcia gasped, horrified at his indifference. “Aaron Hotchner, how can you be so nonchalant about THE Valkyrie?”

He merely raised an eyebrow, his expression neutral. “I’m aware of her work.”

Spencer, still analyzing, added, “There’s been a lot of speculation about who her songs are about. She’s private, so no one really knows who she’s dating.”

Derek chuckled. “She’s probably dating some regular guy, someone outside the spotlight.”

At that, Hotch couldn’t help but suppress a grin. He supposed, in a way, he was that regular guy - well, as regular as the head of the BAU could be.

Just then, Garcia pressed play on the song, and your voice flowed through the speakers, soft and intimate. It was the song you’d written just for him, though no one else knew that. The one that talked about finding calm in the chaos, about love that was steady and unwavering.

JJ’s brow furrowed as she listened closely, some of the lyrics sounding a little too familiar, her eyes drifting toward Hotch, catching the subtle change in his expression. “Wait… Hotch, you wouldn’t happen to know something about this, would you?”

The team went quiet as all eyes turned to him. Hotch met JJ’s gaze, his lips twitching into the faintest smile. He debated for a moment how much he should reveal. You had both agreed to keep things quiet after all, your lives were public enough without everyone knowing about your relationship. But as he looked at his team, he realized it was time.

“I do,” Hotch finally said, his voice steady.

Garcia’s eyes went wide, her tablet nearly slipping from her hands. “WAIT… WHAT?”

Derek blinked in disbelief. “No way.”

“You and Valkyrie?” Emily asked her tone somewhere between astonishment and amusement.

Hotch’s small smile grew a little. “We’ve been together for a while now.”

The bullpen exploded into noise - questions, laughter, disbelief. Garcia was beside herself. “YOU’VE BEEN DATING VALKYRIE AND DIDN’T TELL US?”

Hotch shrugged slightly. “It wasn’t relevant to the job.”

Emily shook her head, grinning. “I can’t believe you kept this a secret.”

“Believe it,” Hotch replied, his tone light but still full of pride.

Penelope, still in shock, glanced at the tablet, then back at Hotch. “That song - this whole album - it’s about you, isn’t it?”

Hotch didn’t need to answer, but the look in his eyes was enough confirmation. Spencer, still processing, muttered, “Well, that certainly explains the lyrics.”

As the team bombarded him with questions, Hotch’s mind wandered back to you. Despite the craziness of your life in the public eye and his demanding career, you had found something rare and beautiful together. And now, it seemed, the secret was out - but somehow, he didn’t mind.

[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!”

[late-to-the-party-81]

Thank you for reading and reblogging 🥰

Leather and Sweat

A/N: This fic is for the KINKTOBER prompts Leather and Clothing Disparity from @queerfictionwriter's kinktober prompt list.

Pairing: Brunhilde x Fem!Reader

Rated: E, so minors, please DNI

Word Count: 1.4k

CW: D/S undertones, Daddy Kink, Thigh riding, Strap-on sex, Oral sex, smidge of knife-play.

Leather and Sweat

There were only a few sounds in your room. Firstly, the sound of your panting, interspersed with weak cries as bolts of pleasure shot through your clit. Secondly, the creak of Brun’s leather jacket under your fingers as you clutched her upper arms for support. Thirdly, there were the words falling into your ears from her sinful mouth. Words that told you that you were a good girl, a pretty girl. And words that told you to look at the mess you were making, and how she was going to ruin you.

And last but not least, were the squelching sounds coming from your cunt as you rode Brun’s thigh, your slick easing your path up and down the leather trousers she still had on.

You don’t know what it was, but when she turned up on her bike in those trousers, a white tee and her jacket, all thoughts of going out for the evening fled your mind. She saw the look in your eyes, and grasping your chin in her hand, had proceeded to kiss you until you were dizzy. She’d pushed you back inside, and once in your room, you’d fallen to your knees, running your tongue up and down her legs, where the supple material hugged her muscles like a second skin.

The distinctive smell had filled your nose as you breathed in, but under it you could smell her, her musk, her sweat. The scents twinned together and you’d fell yourself dripping in your panties. You’d wanted her so much.

She’d pulled you back to your feet, smiling at the way you whimpered, before drawing you with her as she’d walked backwards towards your bed. She’d sat down, getting comfortable with her legs splayed, and you’d waited, patiently, twisting your fingers and squeezing your thighs.

“Put on a show for me kitten. You know what Daddy likes.” So you’d stripped for her, running your hands over your own body as you’d taken off your dress, unclipped and rolled down your stockings and slowly removed your bra and panties. You’d turned around and bent over, showing her how wet you were for her and she’d lent forward, and run a finger through your folds before sucking it clean. You’d moaned as you turned to face her.

“You like the leather, baby?”

“Yes, very much.”

“Then come fuck yourself on it then.” She’d dragged you forward pressing a leg between your knees then pushing you to sit. You’d started to grind on her almost straight away, kissing her with abandon.

So here you were, a complete mess, your clit throbbing between your legs, your juices smeared over your naked thighs and Brun’s clothed one. She was making you do all the work, absent-mindedly plucking at your nipples as you fucked yourself.

“Look at you kitten, so needy for Daddy, just wanna get yourself off on my clothes. Can’t even wait for a proper fucking.”

“Feels so good Daddy!”

She watched you as you moved, caressing you skin, whispering to you, driving you higher.

“You gonna cum for me?” You were so close now, you couldn’t speak, only able to release little whines and squeaks as you climbed to your peak, so you nodded and you heard her chuckle.

“Come all over my thigh then, like a good girl.” She pinched your nipples firmly and you came apart, shaking and smearing your cream over the black leather. She moved her hands to your hips and kissed you as she kept you moving through your aftershocks, swallowing every whimper that left you.

“There you go, baby. Is that a bit better?” You tucked your head against her shoulder and nodded again, still breathing in the scent of the leather. You were still insanely aroused, but it was less urgent now, no longer all encompassing. But you weren’t done yet.

“Daddy?” Your voice was slightly whiny. It’s a good job Brun loved your bratty side.

“Yes kitten?”

“Please can you fuck me? I still need you. I need more.”

She stroked your hair then tilted your chin up so she could look you in the eye.

“You ask so sweetly. Come on, up!” A gentle pat to your backside and you were raising yourself off her. You heard a chuckle from her and saw her smiling at the mess you’d made on her. Your face dropped, worry etched across your features.

“Don’t worry, baby. It’s good for the leather. Now, come lie down whilst Daddy gets ready.”

You watched her through hooded lids as she retrieved her strap and harness from your drawer. You’d never been more thankful for her insistence that she keep a set here that matched the one at her apartment. She put it on over her trousers and you moaned. Gods, she was going to kill you and you were gonna die happy. She removed her jacket to shed her t-shirt and bra, but then put the jacket back on and you felt your heartrate increase.

“Daddy…..”

“I’m gonna fuck you good, baby.” She stalked up the bed on her hands and knees, her breasts swaying beneath the open jack and her cock swaying between her knees. You reached out, hands all grabby, as she settled over you. You held onto the thick, sturdy collar of the jacket and hooked a leg up over hip as she kissed you deeply and started to push into you. Fuck, it felt so good, the width and length enough to really make you feel it, stretching you and filling you almost to your limit. Your pelvis rolled and enthusiastic noises left your lips. Brun set up a steady rhythm, kissing and nipping at your collar bone and jaw as the zip of her jacket brushed over your pebbled nipples with a delicious hint of pain. You were still sensitive from your previous orgasm, and a slight change to the angle of her hips had your other-worldly lover sliding her cock over your g-spot with every thrust.

“Daddy, please……uh….can I…..fuck…..” You might not have the words but she knew what you were asking.

“Yeah, touch yourself, kitten, let me see you come on me. That’s it….fuck, by the nine….” You dropped your hand to your clit and it wasn’t long before you crashed over for the second time, this orgasm more intense than the first as your Daddy rubbed over your sweet spot.

As you came down, Brun lifted away, discarding the strap and lying down next to you. She pulled your hand and placed it over one of her breasts.

“Touch me baby, Daddy needs you now…”

You started to squeeze the soft flesh gently and rolled yourself to take the nipple of the other one in your mouth. She’d made you come twice now, so it was your turn to make her feel good. You trailed your mouth down her chest and over her abdomen, inhaling the sweet scent of her skin, feeling the softness against your lips. You peppered her lithe and athletic body with kisses, until you met the edge of her trousers. Playfully, you sank your teeth into the material and tugged at it, feeling it heavy in your mouth, tasting the saltiness on your tongue.

“You wanna get your mouth on me, make me feel good?”

“Yes, Daddy. Want to taste you.”

She motioned for you to sit up a bit, so you rested back on your knees. Carefully she removed a flick knife from the pocket of her jacket, and opened the blade.

“So..,” she said, “You like the leather, but you want my cunt. Hmmmmm. Let’s see if you like this…” She brought her legs up, so her feet were flat and her knees were bent, before dropping them to the sides. The leather of her pants was tight up her inner thighs and across her crotch. Carefully, she ran the tip of her knife up the seam of the trousers, from her ass, almost up to the waist, the threads giving away one after the other. The material parted under the pressure and you were almost salivating when you saw that she had no underwear on.

“Come on now, baby. Get to work.” You buried your head between her legs, her pussy smelling of her arousal and the leather combined. You were feasting on ambrosia, and then those sinful thighs, still clothed wrapped themselves around your head, holding you captive.

Gods, you never wanted to let her go…..

[luxthestrange]

RoR Incorrect quotes#121 Go away papa

Daddy Poseidon + Atheist!Y/n had twins...And the babies got all their features from Poseidon...and straight up don't like him-...hell even in your belly the moment Poseidon put his hand on your belly they KICK it off you as if going "GET YOUR DISCUTING HANDS OFF MUMMY"-...normally the twins didn't kick or move a lot like they knew your uncomfy...the twins don't like many only cute and cuddly with you but there are surprising...special exceptions...like uncle hades, kojiro,Heracles and... Adamas both twins smile at him-...pathetic dad Poseidon is all I want-

Zeus*Looking at the twin's who are the carbon copy of him wrapped in little burritos sucking their binkies...only a month old-*...They attack?

Poseidon*Holding his twins in arms with bags under his eyes*...Worse

Twins*looking at Zeus like he is the scum of the earth,heaven n Hell, up and down unimpressed by him*...

Poseidon:-They JUDGE you...

Zeus:...

...Dunno what their names be-

[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]

Treacherous

Valkyrie x Fem!Reader

A Torn up Masterpiece

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

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

18 + | Minors DNI

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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This path is reckless...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Your name has echoed through my mind

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

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

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This daydream is dangerous;

This hope is treacherous.

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

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

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

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

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

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This slope is treacherous

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1,372 Words

[midknightwritings]

Lol I know you've been getting a lot of Valkyrie fanfic and as a fellow valkyrieP I'm here to add more( if you are tired of em or if you are not comfortable it's fine to ignore this😌). I'm here to rq a Valkyrie with a reader who is in a newly made unit that have a malice mizer theme outfit and creates dark meaning songs if you get what I mean. Scenario or drabble, up to you. Thanks for reading this😊

Artistic Sanctuary

Synopsis : After joining a newly formed unit, you excitedly told Mika and Shu about your live that’s coming up! After constantly pleading for them to watch you perform, they finally gave into your request. Both Mika and Shu entered the venue to finally watch you for the first time, not knowing that they’d be pleasantly surprised.

Era : Music !!

Warning/s : Implied mentions of the War era

Mentioned Character/s : G/N!Reader / Mika / Shu

A/N : Hi Anon !! Don’t worry about it~ Valkyrie’s songs were actually one of the reasons why I got into enstars !! So Valk definitely has a place in my heart hehehe~ I’m not too familiar with Malice Mizer but I looked into some of their songs and they seem super cool !! I love their outfits too !! I hope I did your request justice and I hope you enjoy <3

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As the crowd continued to funnel into the venue, the hushed voices of excitement were the only things that surrounded Mika and Shu. Mika sat on his seat with just as much excitement as the other fans yet, contained himself as his eyes darted around the room, trying to look for a certain someone. Shu sat beside him patiently, his hands held Mademoiselle close as he combed her long, blonde hair. He was already getting quite annoyed at the crowd, and was trying his absolute best to hold himself back from yelling at them. Though, internally, Shu was also quite curious as to what will happen next.

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“Please Shu~! I promise it’ll be a worthwhile experience! Just this one time and then you guys don’t have to attend any more future ones if you don't wanna!” you pleaded, as Shu merely continued to stitch the costume in his hands, seemingly ignoring your overly dramatic pleas.

“Non! I absolutely cannot stand crowds! Being trapped within such a herd is truly unpleasant!” “I understand but I really want to know what you guys think of our performance! Please~?” “For the last time [ Y/N ], non!”

Dramatically groaning in defeat, you allowed yourself to plop onto the seat beside you as you continued to quietly watch Shu tend to his craft. “Nnha... Sorry bout that [ Y/N ], maybe we can see ya perform some other time?” Mika comforted, giving you an apologetic smile as he took a seat beside you.

Sighing in defeat, you gave him a small smile in return, “Thank you Mika~ I-” before you could've said anything else, a thought popped into your head. “-I just thought that it'd be interesting for you guys since our unit leans towards the artistic route too… You know?” you continued.

In the corner of your eye, you noticed that Shu paused for a split second, as if he was thinking about something, before he loudly sighed in defeat and placed his costume down.

“Humph! Very well… I shall bear with such an insolent crowd in order to judge your performance fairly. After all, ordinary people can never seem to comprehend the arts!” “Thank you so much! I promise you guys won’t be disappointed!”

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As the lights started to dim, the crowd seemingly got louder. Their whispers turned into loud cheers as the spotlight shone onto the stage. Looking up, Mika and Shu’s eyes widened in awe when they finally saw you and your unitmates standing on stage.

Your outfits were designed in a gothic style, paired with small intricate accessories that were bold in colour. The lipstick combined with the dark eyeshadow, and makeup as a whole, helped compliment all the small accents on the outfits which further pushed its overall gothic style.

Not only that, but your outfits were even historically accurate! Mika and Shu were surprised at this fact because they were used to seeing other performers take creative liberty, yet your unit stayed true to the time period. The stitching style even matched the techniques that would’ve been used at that time!

To say that Shu and Mika were impressed would be an understatement. The fact that everything matched the set of the stage made everything so much more cohesive.

Just like a painting, the details and composition all tied together nicely, ready for the main event.

The first notes of the song resounded throughout the room as you began to sing. Mika and Shu were initially taken aback from the lyrics but soon came to realize just how raw and real they were.

No sugarcoating, no lies. It was as if your unit purposefully took on the role of being the personification of reality.

Reality has its beautiful moments, but it also has its own fair share of atrocities. Mika and Shu both knew that, they dealt with moments like these in the past themselves, and the music perfectly encapsulated this dichotomy.

Watching your performance was like watching a painter make their strokes on a canvas. Your voice matched your lyrics while the same was true for your unitmates and theirs. It was as if everything was planned accordingly, even up to the inflections of the words, in order to bring forth the purest of emotions for the audience to witness and experience.

Throughout your performance, you were able to see them both within the crowd. Mika was cheering for you with a wide smile plastered on his face as his dual-coloured eyes shone with excitement, while Shu constantly nodded in content as the live went on. Through that small gesture alone, you knew your unit was able to match his standards, which internally made you cheer.

──•~❉᯽❉~•──

Once the live ended, and the crowd dissipated, you left backstage with your unitmates before seeing Mika and Shu patiently waiting for you by the door. “I’ll see you guys next time, good job today!” you smiled, giving your unit a quick wave, before running towards the two Valkyrie members.

“So, what did you guys think?” you asked excitedly, eyes shining with glee and curiosity.

“[ Y/N ]! Yer performance was really good! Yer outfits are gorgeous, they're super detailed n’ accurate too, ya know!” “As a fellow artist, I shall admit that the amount of intricacy that was put into the details and craftsmanship of your performance was très bien. It’s such a shame that the crowd was filled with ignorants who lack understanding of its artistic value.”

“Aw thank you guys so much~ I’m so glad you liked it!" you smiled with glee. "Hopefully, you can watch again next time! If you want to, of course~” you added, chuckling a bit. Seeing the content expression on your face stirred a warm, happy feeling within them and they couldn’t help but give in.

It wouldn’t hurt to take you up on that offer and watch you perform again, after all.

[abbyromanoff]

hey babes 😏😏😏

LIKE MOB BOSSES CAROL AND VALKYRIE?! I HAVENT SEEN THE MARVELS HUT IM SEEING IT TOMORROW AND IM SO EXCITED BUT YEH AND MAYBE LIKE SOME JEALOUSY AND LIKE 😏😏😏 PUNISHMENTS AND SHIT

DOUBLE TROUBLE

PAIRINGS: CarolValkryie x reader

WORD COUNT: 679

WARNINGS: smut, double penetration, degrading, punishment, slapping, edging, overstimulation, threesomes, that’s abt it :)

NO ONE IS PERMITTED TO STEAL, COPY, OR REBLOG MY WORK AS THEIR OWN!!

Reminder that this will be my last ever smut post!! Going forward I will not be writing smut so I apologize for those who did not get their asks answered

“No, I- I can’t,” You mumbled weakly, too tired to fight off the women surrounding you. Valkyrie was behind, her tip teasing the entrance of your tightest hole while Carol continued to slide in and out of your cunt. Her strap would rub her clit perfectly to cause just the right amount of friction, and her moans blended in with yours.

“Yes, you can, and you will.” Valkyrie groaned, seemingly tired of the ‘attitude’ you had been throwing towards both of them. Valkyrie wasn’t able to visit you and your girlfriend often, only when it was serious, and Carol had decided it was one of those times. You were nearing your period, and your hormones were spiraling like usual. Although, it was also the Holiday’s, and you had been missing both women, so you were in a worse mood than they could’ve expected.

“Look at that, baby, you’re taking Captain's cock so well,” You sniffled quietly, and they had to stifle a chuckle at your weakened expression.

“Don’t praise this little slut. They’ve been so, so naughty, it’s only fair we give them what they’ve been asking for.” Although it wasn’t at all what you were asking for. You wanted to be with the two women, between the two in a similar position as to how you are now. But you wanted to hear their soft praises on the shell of your ear. You wanted to feel their lips slowly moving down your neck and body. You wanted their hands to lovingly slide across your breasts, unlike the way they were groping you currently. You wanted to cum on their tongues, their fingers, their cocks; whatever it was they could give you. But you wanted them more than anything, and if this is what they were giving you, you wouldn’t dare to complain.

“Fuck, I’m already halfway, baby. You think you can take the rest of me, hm? You think this tight fucking ass can take Daddy’s cock?” You sniffled but lacked a response, causing a slap to arrive across your cheek. You whimpered, but quickly nodded without a thought, your mind barely registering what she asked.

“This must feel so fucking good, huh, darlin’? Having two cocks just destroying your holes, giving you no room to protest. This messy cunt seems to be betraying you when you say you don’t want this, little one.” Carol muttered close to your lips, quickly leaning down to take your bottom lip in her mouth as she bit down slightly, causing you to hiss in further pain. You didn’t know how much longer you could take, but you hoped they’d give in soon.

“C’mon, I know you want to cum for us,” She spoke once again, and you heard Valkyrie let out a deep groan as your skin touched the base of her strap. You shuttered, feeling both women deeper than ever before inside of you, the only hole left to fill was your mouth.

“Shh, just open, pretty girl.” You didn’t entirely understand what they meant, so you opened the barrier of your lips and spread your legs even further, both mumbling dirty praises in response. You felt two fingers thrusting into your mouth soon after, opening your eyes to see an arm from behind wrapping around to visit the said area. Her knuckles pressed against the sides of your cheeks, and you gagged as she forced herself impossibly deeper.

“I think this little slut likes having their holes filled, ‘cause they’re making a fucking mess.” You led your eyes down, quickly shutting them in shame as you admired the wetness leaking from you. You had never been this turned on, what were they doing to you?

“P’ease, Captain; please, D-daddy, let me cum f’ you.” In an instant you felt the two stilling inside of you, and it seemed they had wordlessly matched their arrivals as their moans seemed to bounce off each vibranium wall. This only brought you closer, and the dirty scent of sex filling the room only brought you further arousal.

“Cum for us, you dirty slut,”

[astridthevalkyrie]

oh my god, bakugo's kind of my friend! | k. bakugo x reader

----> summary: You'd never dare tell anyone that he was your friend. You'd never be so bold. Katsuki agrees. He's definitely not your friend.

----> warnings: quirkless university au, video game violence, fluff n feelings

----> a/n: title blatantly stolen from the office—"oh my god, dwight's kind of my friend!"

----> word count: 2k

God, no, you’re not friends with Katsuki Bakugo.

No one is.

Yeah, okay, that’s not totally true. He’s sort of friends with Ochako, that’s how you met him. He’s actually fairly close to Izuku and Eijiro, his roommates. He tolerates Shoto, might even begrudgingly respect him. And he’s got some weird mutual-depression pact going on with Kyoka. 

But you’re not any of them. And you vehemently deny it when people ask, lest he, heaven forbid, think you’re going around telling people he likes you. You saw what happened to Neito last year when he, just once, said something about his friend Katsuki. You’re pretty sure it was the reason behind his switching majors, too, just to avoid being in the same classes with the terrifying blonde.

Sure, you’re in his apartment. Neito’s never stepped foot in here (aside from The Incident). And you’re well acquainted with the people he does clearly consider not-enemies. Earlier today, you and Momo had been out getting chips and soda for tonight. Just half an hour ago, you’d been playing blind karaoke with Eijiro, Izuku, and Ochako on Kyoka’s old laptop and mic that somehow both still had really good audio quality. Not to mention, you and Mina have had at least one class together every semester since you both started—she always races to slide into the chair next to you on every first day.

And you’re currently sitting on Katsuki’s couch, two feet away from Katsuki, playing a battle royale on Katsuki’s console.

“Behind the building,” he mutters, and you hum in acknowledgement, running to the spot he generously marked on the map.

It started a long while back. You and Denki had been playing some shitty racing game, and you’d very easily kicked his ass, leaving him groaning and flopping back onto Kyoka’s lap, where she offered no pity, rolling his head off with a light shove. As you were laughing at the display, Katsuki had taken Denki’s place on the floor, and all but demanded you pick up the controller once more.

(You’d won again. Terrified, you simply claimed that your controller must be broken before racing out of the room.

Imagine your surprise when, the next time you visited, he’d barked at you to assist him with a multiplayer, ordering a pouty Denki off the couch.)

You like playing, and you don’t have a console with as much storage back home, and you’re too broke to be buying multiple games anyways, so you don’t mind taking advantage of Katsuki’s appreciation for your skill. It’s usually a nice way to end the night, whether you and Ochako end up leaving or if you fall asleep right there on the couch.

Shivering, you bring your feet under the wool blanket you’d brought with you. You’re the only one who finds the apartment freezing. Everyone else typically sheds their extra layers, while you once hunted down Eijiro’s sock drawer to steal a pair of He-Man stockings for the night. 

“Up in the window,” you warn, at the same time he says, “Oi.”

Both of you meet each other’s gaze for a second in bewilderment, before rapidly turning your attention back to the TV. He dodges the shot from the window, and then continues.

“You been tellin’ people I hate you?”

“What?” Your hands almost drop the controller, but you regain control just quick enough to roll out of the way of a grenade. “No.”

“Kirishima said Tetsutetsu told him that Kendo told him that Tokage told her that you told her I hated you.”

If you weren’t nervous, you’d tell Katsuki you were surprised he even knew all those names. “I didn’t say that. I just said we weren’t friends.”

There’s an awfully long pause. You can still hear the sounds from the game, and the chatter of everyone else in the apartment—Hanta’s trying to rap?—but not a word from your couch partner. If it weren’t for the screen in front of you, you’d be nervously biting your nails or just full on escaping, honestly. Not that you’re scared of Katsuki, at least not more than one should be, but…

Well, the truth is you did see him as a friend. Or, screw it, as more than that, if those little arrhythmias you observed in yourself every time he would raise his hand in greeting when he passed you on campus were any indication. And you know it’s going to hurt—it already does—to hear him confirm the same thing that you told everyone when they asked. That you meant very little to him, in the long term.

“We’re not friends, huh?” he finally says, as more of an inquiry than you’d expected it to sound.

Your mouth feels dry, but you don’t stop staring straight ahead, spamming X to whack someone over the head with a bat. “Um. Are we?”

“Isn’t this your favorite game?” he shoots back, as though that answers your question.

“Yes? So?”

Another pause. You climb up to the roof of some building and emote pointlessly before hopping down and ducking behind a bush to heal. Katsuki lets out a mix of a sigh and a grunt, dashing across an abandoned minefield. 

“So,” he snarks, “I only bought it after you told me it was your favorite.”

Faintly, you feel the tips of your ears grow hot. Is that true? That can’t be true, can it? The timing does line up. You think it was back in the first week of October that you mentioned it, and then by Halloween you’d already played several rounds. Between that and losing to Momo in several games of pool, finals month had flown by.

But…

“I didn’t even tell you that.” Your voice comes out meek, and even though you’re in a safe space now, you’re still too nervous to turn your head and look at him. “I was talking to Shoto.” You’d even been half sure that Shoto wasn’t really registering what you were saying, with Ochako an inch away from him shrieking starships were meant to fly-y-y-y-y directly into his ear.

Katsuki grunts. “I was there, wasn’t I?”

If you wrack your memory, you can sort of remember it. He was…on Ochako’s other side? When she got drunk, she usually wanted to whack something, and Katsuki’s arm had been her victim that day, her palm smacking against his elbow at every other sung word.

The heat from your ears travels down to your neck. Over the singing and over everyone else’s conversations, was he paying attention to…you?

“I appreciate it,” you squeak quickly, wincing when you’re shot in the leg, “I mean, that was nice. Thank you. I just—I didn’t think you wanted me telling people we were friends, after what happened to—”

“If you bring up Monoma, I’ll take away your blanket,” he threatens; it makes you chuckle weakly. “You’re not that shithead. He pisses me off. You’re…you know.” You don’t know, actually. “You.”

Yeah, you’re you. You play games with him. You know his friends. You’re the only one who can try to outdance Eijiro to Rasputin in Just Dance. What does any of that have to do with…

“Do you think I ever fuckin’ carried that dick’s bag to class?”

“I don’t—”

“Do you think I had his stupid long ice cream order memorized? Pistachios, on the sides only,” he mimics, and you huff in an affronted sort of way, defensive of your topping choices. “Telling people to shut up so that I could hear what he was saying? Turning up the heat and burning up everyone in the apartment just to keep him warm? Was I inviting him to my place every two weeks just to fuckin’ watch him play Kingdom Hearts 3?”

And so, you finally look to the side. Katsuki’s cheeks are red, and his gaze is still on the television. His thumbs move furiously against the controller, and you have to bite your lip to prevent a quiet you’re really cute, you know that? from carelessly slipping from your mouth.

“But, to be fair,” you attempt, still confused, “you don’t exactly do all of that for your other friends either, Katsuki.”

At your words, he slouches into his seat more, the creases on his forehead deepening as an uncharacteristic frown—a frown, not a scowl—forms on his face. One would think you’d just told him you hated his guts. 

“Yeah.“ His glare flickers over to you for a moment. “Exactly.”

There’s a blast from the TV and a realization that hits you at the same time. 

You’re not his friend. He doesn’t see you as a friend.

The heat finally reaches your cheeks, and your mouth falls open slightly. 

Then, realizing something else, your head immediately snaps back to the screen to see that blast sound had actually been your character getting blown up. 

Your mouth falls open. You’d looked away for a few seconds at best. Which aces are in the lobby tonight?

“I lost,” you tell him, crestfallen. 

Katsuki snorts. “I didn’t.”

He keeps playing, and your cheeks don’t take any time to cool down. Instead, you stare at him while he’s distracted trying to escape the same vicious bastards who hunted you down, and you note that his face doesn’t look any less heated either. For once, it’s clearly not because he’s just getting into the game.

You wonder if that was ever the case at all, or if he just felt the same striking little jolt you did everytime you two accidentally bumped into each other while playing on this exact couch.

“I think I’m done for tonight.” The announcement comes out a bit louder than you expected. “I’ll probably head back.”

“I don’t think so.” Without breaking his eyes away from the TV, he nudges his head in the direction of the bedrooms. “Uraraka’s dead on her feet, and you’re not walkin’ back alone.”

Has he always purposely caused the fluttering in your chest? “Okay, well. Izuku’s still awake, I’ll just take his bed for now.”

Katsuki’s tongue clicks in a fuck-around-and-find-out kind of way. “Alright. Put the controller back before you go.”

“Fine. Where’s the, uh…” You turn your head this way and that, looking for the little box that they all go in.

“On my right,” he offers casually, not a hint on his face that he essentially just confessed to you.

Feeling a little spiteful, you reach to the side, blanket and all, instead of just standing up and going behind the couch like you would any other day. Purposefully blocking his view of the screen as you reach over him to toss the controller into the box, you smirk slightly when another blast signals that he’s died as well.

Only to yelp when a firm arm shoves you down against his chest.

“Would you look at that,” he murmurs, red eyes glittering in amusement as he watches you struggle on his lap, “I lost too.”

Tokage is going to hear a very different story tomorrow. “And how’s that my problem?”

His grip tightens, fingers gently digging into the thick cloth of the blanket that’s draped over you. “I wanna play again. And I’m cold.”

There’s a small, dumb grin on his face that you’d consider kissing off if it wasn’t mirrored by an equally dumb one of yours. You’re pretty sure Katsuki’s never ever complained about the cold in his apartment. But then, he’s never complained about the heat either. If he wants to be a sauna under you, who are you to deny him? Besides, you’re feeling cold too, you might as well just take advantage of the free insulation.

From the table, in the midst of pouring something that looks like cookie batter into a bowl, Kyoka raises her brow at the sight of you, then pats Tenya’s arm and points. 

He mouths something like, “Finally.”

Face burning once more, you bury your face in Katsuki’s neck, and relax in his hold while he presses X to replay.

[cordeliasdarling]

My fav series 🥺

Lifelines Intertwined

Chapter 2

Valkyrie x Reader

Summary: Sword fighting that leads to intriguing conversation.

Word count: 1.2k

Soulmates, Slow burn, Fluff, Angst.

Beta'd by @cordeliasdarling <3

Masterlist | This Series Masterlist | AO3

Let The Flames Begin

After a couple of days of The King making sure you’re adjusting well to New Asgard, she offers to train with you as a bonding activity. The reality is that she wants to test your abilities, she has grown a liking towards you and you get along together, but all that means nothing if your skill in the battlefield isn’t up to her standards.

She takes you to an open field behind the palace and hands you a weapon. You haven't had a lot of experience with swords, but you must admit, you've always been kinda drawn to them.

Feeling a little out of your element, you take a defensive approach, fending off her attacks, hoping to find an opening to retaliate.

"Are you a sword fighter?" she asks, as you dodge a strike to your shoulder.

"Not really."

"You're quite good." You’re too focused on not getting hit to catch the impressed tone of her voice.  

"Thank you, and here I thought you were going easy on me."

"I would never insult you like that." This time, you hear her clear enough for her words to make you blush, but you quickly shake them off before taking a swing at her neck, which she only barely evades by leaning her body backwards, "Where'd you learn that move?" she pants, repositioning to start again.

"Uh, I've trained with the Widows a lot, although they're more of the knives and daggers kind."

She resumes the combat, "Daggers are fun, they're like tiny swords."

"Yeah, they hurt just as bad," you snark.

"Aw, are you in pain right now?"

"Of course I am, I’m an average human!"

She is really trying to push you to your limit now that she is satisfied with your performance, "You are anything but average," your heart skips a beat at her flattery, "you’re slightly shorter," she counters.

You scoff in disbelief at her taunting, "Oh sorry, I forgot my ten inch boots," you bite back as you attack her legs.

"I need them to seem more commanding."

"If you wanted to be taller, why not wear a crown?"

"Because crowns are stupid, if you must wear a crown to let people know you're The King, you're not doing your job right," she objects, "authority is not about clothing, it's about how you handle yourself."

You use your free hand to wave your cape as a distraction, "Then why did you put me in such a silly outfit?"

She almost falls for it, "It helps with presence."

"How come you don't have to wear one?"

"This King does paperwork." She emphasizes her sentence by pushing you onto the ground and pointing her sword to your chest.

You can’t help the smile that forms on your face, "I need a break." Valkyrie helps you up, and you both go get some water.

"Let’s change the subject, who's your favorite Avenger?"

You side eye her, "Really?"

"Yes, really." She would hate to admit it, but you definitely did a number on her surpassing even her greatest expectations.

"I mean, it's gotta be Danvers."

"Hmm, I agree."

"I thought you were gonna say Thor."

She chuckles, "Have you met the guy?"

"Haven’t had the pleasure."

"That’s why," she scrunches up her nose, "have you met any of the new recruits?"

"Not all of them, I met Kamala, she's very sweet."

"Isn’t she adorable?" you both sit on the ground to rest, "You know Bishop? She's got a pretty face on herself."

Your brows furl, "I didn't think archers were your type."

"I didn't say she was my type," she smirks as she chugs a water bottle.

You can’t help but pry, "Then, what is your type?"

She looks you in the eye as she swallows the last drops, "Sword fighters."

You go again for a few more rounds, and when you’re done, she congratulates you on your good work, dismissing you for the day.

You go to your quarters to take a shower and rest up. You weren’t aware you could do all that with a sword, and you can’t help but feel that Valkyrie had something to do with it. It all felt so natural, like you were meant to wield a sword your whole life.

Valkyrie goes back to her office to continue working, feeling beyond impressed with you. She had purposefully given you a sword to see how you would fend knowing it wasn’t your weapon of choice, but after your session, she is beginning to think Carol lied to her about that.

It’s been a little over a week since your arrival to New Asgard and you've been mostly running errands for The King. It's certainly the easiest job you've had to do since you joined S.H.I.E.L.D., but also the most boring. You spend most of your time sitting in Valkyrie's office watching her work.

You’ve been doing a good job of staying in your lane and sitting still, but today that seems nearly impossible for you. You feel your brain running a thousand miles per minute causing you to fidget and continuously bounce your leg at incredible speeds.

About halfway through the workday, you cannot take it anymore, so you stand up and wander around The King’s office for the very first time. You look around at all the decorations laid so carefully around the room, but refrain from getting too close to Valkyrie’s desk so as to not disturb her work. Instead, you walk to the wall lined with a collection of weapons on display.

"Are these all yours?" you ask without looking away from the wall.

Valkyrie quickly glances at you before going back to her desk, "Of course."

Your eyes land on the centerpiece of it all, and you gasp in disbelief, "Is that the Dragonfang?"

"Indeed."

"May I?"

She smirks, finally putting her work to the side, "Knock yourself out." You grab the sword carefully and give it a few swings feeling all the power within it.

"What do you need so many weapons for when you have this one?"

"I like to switch things up from time to time," she shrugs. It is only now that she realizes what’s going on, "Princess," she begins, "I know that the work you've been doing here has been less than amusing, and I’m glad because that means my people are safe. However, I can't really let you go yet as the threat hasn't been cleared." Leave it to The King to apologize for your job being boring.

"That's alright, King, I’m still getting paid the same," you reassure her as you place the Dragonfang back on the wall.

She turns her chair to face you directly and crosses her legs, "You’re getting paid?"

You freeze in place, "Was I not supposed to say that?"

"I thought you were here because you liked me."

Relief washes over you as you realize she is just teasing you, "Of course I like you, I would have already left if I didn’t."   "Is there anything you've left behind to be here?" she pries, looking at you intently, and making you tense up again.

"What do you mean?"

"Do you have family? Loved ones?"

"Not really, I’m quite the lone wolf, my life's too messy," you explain, retreating into yourself lightly.

"So, no partner?"

"No partner." It's not like you don't want one, but with a soulmark like yours, they've not been exactly easy to find.