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flusteredtuna · 3 months

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Valkyrie x !female reader

Contains: ( 18+ Mature Only ) summer fling, nicknames, fingering, oral (f-receiving), f-dom, f-sub behavior, ripping clothes.

Words: 2k+

Summary: Valkyrie is your summer fling and lets you stay at her house today while she’s at work. She gets back late and decides to play with you a bit. And then a lot.

A/N: I rarely tap into my non-platonic women love <3

Your back aligns with your heart and your crown as your toes curl. With your eyes softly shut and lids relaxed, every feeling is more accentuated. Every flex and pull is paid with generous attention. Scrunching a leg up, your knee almost meets your shoulders. Stretching out your thighs like a rubber band. “Good that's it.”

The calming voice eases and cools your spine. Vertebrae by vertebrae. Taking your time you swing your hands to the sky above your head. The shake of the muscles in your core and thighs make it hard to catch your breath at first, but you realign your focus and find the method you need. All the way In and all the way out. Huffing and groaning from your tense lungs pushing air out your mouth. You pivot your foot on the yoga mat and stretch your arms to the side, standing In warrior two.

Valkyrie is your summer fling. She let you stay at her place all day today because she, “wouldn’t be too late.” But now it’s dark out and past dinner. As much as you want to take care of food tonight, you had no idea when she would be home.

But just as you’re thinking of her again, you feel a familiar hand on your shoulder. Moving your headphones to the side to hang around your neck, using the button on the side to pause your Yoga video. Keeping your position you look at her sopping wet hood of hair and cold face, smiling at you. “Keeping busy?” She pushes the stringy soaked hair out of her face as it drips onto the floor.

“Yea, what happened Val? You're all wet?” You slowly put your palms together, taking an inhale and placing your thumbs to center. “Just forgot my raincoat.” Valkyrie looks you up and down and then walks off into the bathroom to dry her hair with a towel and change into something more comfortable. You decide to wrap up your session without guidance and set your headphones to the side.

Taking a deep breath in you slowly plant your hands back onto the mat, shifting your right leg backwards into a plank. Lowering yourself down to the ground you move your hands up to align with your shoulders. You inhale into cobra reaching your head towards the sky and then let it all go as you lower your temple back down to the mat. Lifting again into plank you bend into downward dog, shifting the bend of your knees, and just feeling the fullness of the stretch.

You’re so focused on your alignment that you fail to notice Valkyrie has snuck up on you again, now with a hand grazing your hips as she stands in your blind spot. “You know this position is really distracting.” Her tone is low and predatory. You slowly lean forward and place your knees back to the mat, raising yourself to meet her level as much as you are able.

“I could show you a few other positions if you’re that interested.” You say with an innocent inflection. Your intentions align with hers but playing dumb with her makes the game of cat and mouse all the more fun.

A smile of mischief grows on her face. She steps forward onto your mat and puts a finger to your chin. A play that makes your whole body feel a warm rush, starting at your heart and tickling in expanse. “Show me, angel.”

You smile innocently and guide her to the center of the mat with you. The fact that you're facing each other makes it all the more exciting. “Okay so put your feet hip-width apart and your shoulders back.” You glance at her stance, and nudge her feet a little farther with your foot to a better alignment. “Okay and now close your eyes or hold a soft gaze to the floor. Take a deep breath in.” You hear her inhale deeply with you. “And out.” Her warm exhale hit you as it glided out of her mouth.

“Now slowly swing your arms reaching to the sky on your inhale, and then exhale to lower your shoulders as you continue to reach up.” You open your eyes a little to check how she's following, and she is. Her stance accentuates her godly features which only proved further her worthiness as king of New Asgard and keeper of your heart. You weren’t sure if she was aware of that second title though.

“And we just stay here and breathe for a moment. Make sure your weight is evenly dis-” You’re interrupted by her touch as it softly travels up your shirt from your waist all the way to the cusp of your breasts. “What was that? Make sure my weight is where?” She teases.

Her thumb rubs back and forth on the hill, not even close to granting you the satisfaction of her touching your peaks. You try to focus on your breath again, play it off as hard to get. “Make sure your weight is evenly…distributed on all four corners of your feet.” It was clear she noticed your change in tone due to her hands moving back down to the hem of your shirt. You hold your breath waiting her her to do more.

“Make sure to breathe, love.” Fuck. Her words make it hard for you not to shudder a smidge as your lungs deflate against her touch. She slowly lifts your shirt up and over your head, exposing your breasts. You hear it get tossed on the floor beside you.

“What’s next?” She doesn’t take advantage of your half vulnerable state, but instead you feel her warmth step back. As you flutter your eyes open a little you find her just how she was when you last checked on her. Her teasing only made you want to tease her just as much. So you continue the lesson without your shirt.

“Okay inhale and on your exhale lower down to forward fold. And you might want to turn so we don’t bonk heads.” She laughs a little, “Got it.” You both turn and fold over. “Yea and just let it all hang for a bit as you breathe.” Although this was a ploy to get you in her bed, you enjoyed the peaceful activity. It was freeing not having anything covering your upper body, letting your breasts touch your thighs made you feel more connected to the practice.

“And you just want to-” You’re interrupted again by her hands on the sides of your thighs. You lift your back a bit to a halfway fold, propping your upper body up with your hands on your knees. “You know I can’t teach you if you’re just going to get distracted, Val.” She didn’t care to listen as she curled a finger to glide on the inside of the waistband of your leggings.

Your small hums give you away. She takes this as a sign to step closer, pressing her pelvis right against you and pulling you close by your hip with her free hand. She was making it hard to not pulse in heat pressed right up against her while her finger sinks in further.

Reaching the outer edge of the band again, she pulls her finger out.

“You know angel…” Carefully she backs up just enough to have room to graze your spandex covered ass and rides her fingers along the center seam. “I’m learning so much.” She says as she continues to follow the stitches lower and lower until she reaches your entrance again. The barrier of fabric doesn't make it difficult for her to make your breath hitch as she starts to press the fabric into your folds.

She pushes your back down to fold again, keeping you supported with a grip on your hip. Your jaw hangs open, letting breathy moans escape from within you. She chuckles at your mental and physical fold for her. You were no longer teaching the lesson.

Feeling her fingers halt their motions, now turned into her hands pulling both sides of the fabric that hugged your upper thighs. You gasp as she rips the seams open, separating the halves of your leggings and creating the perfect window. Her low chuckle sends a sharp feeling rushing towards your cheeks as you remember you weren’t wearing anything under your now destroyed leggings.

You feel her touch again gliding up your slick. Now having access to more of your nerves than before. “Hmm, I didn’t realize Yoga made you so…wet.” Moving her touch away with such stealth again, she denies you the pleasure of her continuing. Slowly rising up you open your eyes and watch her walk back into your sight, standing next to you again.

With a movement of her head, she gestures to you to continue. You try to shake off the fuzzy feeling that covers your body, but the cold air that hits you through the new hole in your leggings won’t let you. “Okay back into forward fold.” Your breath shaky from the intensity of lust. “You want to bend your knees and step both your feet back one at a time into a plank.” Checking on her quickly you see she seems to be following. For now. Your heart pounds at the thought of what her next move on you could be.

“Now, lower into all fours making sure your hands are in line with your shoulders and your knees are in line with your hips.” The hole only expands with your bend with the air now hitting your heat even more dramatically. The position you were both in now was so compromising. You feel the flush rush to your cheeks in anticipation. Taking another deep breath, you continue.

“With your eyes closed, you want to lower your ribs into cow and inhale. And then exhale, raising your ribs and arching your back for cat.” The stretch feels good, but now it feels like your stretch is to prepare to only be stretched and worked out further. “Just do this a few times. You can do it in a circular motion with your hips if you like too.”

It’s too silent now even with both of you huffing and breathing. As you arch and dip your back your eyes glaze open a touch again to see if she’s there. She’s not even in your peripheral vision. But turning your head would only ruin the fun.

Finally you feel her hands on you again, this time with a more intense grip on your ass that spreads you open. Your movement slows from the distraction. “Keep going.” She opens the hole in your leggings wider with both hands, but doesn’t touch. “I’m just trying to get a better visual.”

You continue to arch back and forth as she pulls on the torn fabric. Your breath shudders again as she rips it further off of your body, making your arms fall to your elbows. It was the hottest thing she’s ever done to you. Lifting your legs one at a time she peels the rest of it off, throwing the mess of fabric to the side.

As you're ready for her to fully take you, she doesn’t. She lets you sit again in your vulnerable state. Every inch of your skin is exposed to the air just for her. Your ass elevated in and your back in a deep slide. You sit there patiently as you feel her eyes travel all over your body.

A hot breath suddenly hits your wetness, followed by her voice closing in on you, “I’m surprised you haven’t begged for me yet. You’re more soaked than me when I got home.” You feel a hand on your back, soothing your arch.

Her hand then falls back to your hip crease, holding you steady as her tongue flicks your entrance. You twitch under her grip as it gets tighter with each movement. Again she denies you the pleasure, moving back but keeping her mouth close. Your core aches as her hot breath agonizes you. Her touch makes you more needy.

You muster up the breath to speak, “Why don’t you just fuck me already. It’s clear how hard it is for you not to.” With your hips, you trace a circle to taunt her. Dangling the pleasure you’ve both been after right in front of her face.

She hums, “Maybe I want you to ask, angel.” Fuck. She really was teaching the lesson at this point. But you want to taunt her again, denying her pleasure just as much. “Hmm, I don’t know…” You scoot forward and sit up hiding her center of attention that lay between your legs, out of sight. You turn back to look at her. “We haven’t even had dinner yet.”

She raises a brow and scoots closer to you, moving your hair to the side to kiss your neck and whisper, “This is dinner.” She abruptly bends you down again in the position you were before, taking hold of your thighs and diving in. Her tongue brushes and swirls around on your slick sensitive surface. With your head turned, your jaw hangs open again now letting louder moans escape.

“Ask.” She demands lifting her head for a moment to use her fingers to circle your entrance like how you circled it in her face. “Fingers…” You heave, “Please…”.

“That's better.” She sinks her fingers into you and doesn’t even build up to her current pace. The motion makes you jolt and ride against her fingers, making the pleasure more immense. She knocks your legs further with her free hand, expanding the access she has to you and moving back to gripping your hip crease. Then feeling her fingers move out of you she gives you one last lick to see how sensitive she made you.

“Val.” you say through weighted breaths, “Please.” She doesn’t answer your whine, leaving you wet and sensitive again. It was aggravating.

But just as you start to think about getting up, the racing pleasure reaches you again with a finger attending to your clit while her tongue weaves inside you. She consumes you, touching every possible spot of sensitivity for you. You squirm under her grip again, as she pokes her tongue in and out.

She does this until you feel like you could droll right on the floor, gripping on what you could of the yoga mat. In a split second she backs away and flips you on your back with ease, switching her tongue with her fingers. With your back on the floor she still manages to make your back curl while the tingle she provides travels up your spine. Vertebrae by vertebrae. She has a better grip on you this way, hooking her arm around to hold you steady while she flicks your clit with her tongue. Her other hand sliding fingers in and out of you.

You become taut around her fingers, squeezing as you get closer to melting in her grasp. The tension that’s been laying within your pelvis pulls like it's a muscle. She hits your back wall harder with more intensity as she notices how close you’ve gotten. Looking up from sucking on you.

“Shit…Val.” You squeak with weak vowels as you continue to writhe in pleasure. Again, she picks up the pace making it harder for you to not finish.

Your entrance pulses with a deep tingle, as if it's pulling her in. Gasping in breath you lift your head up to watch her continue to lick as you release it all on her fingers. She lifts her head but continues to push her fingers in and out, and watches as you become an overstimulated mess.

She lets you ride the sensation for a moment before slowing down, letting you cool and squirm on her fingers before pulling them out. You rest your head back down, sinking all of your muscles into the floor and catching your regular stamina back. A shadow forms over your closed eyes and when you open you find her looming over your spent body with a grin. Watching as your flustered face huffs slow heavy breaths. She doesn’t look even close to done with you.

“We should do Yoga more often”

You chuckle at her, “I think we do plenty of Yoga.”

“Yea, but…we should do it in the fall.” She leans down and places a kiss on your cheek, “And the winter.” Another kiss is placed on your other cheek. “If you catch my drift.”

You do. You’ve been waiting for her to suggest this all summer at this point. “Maybe I want you to ask…” You tease her wanting to hear it directly from her lips. Your words make her smile more. A sign that you caught each other's drifts. She centers herself in front of your face, backing up to all fours on top of you. Just like you taught her.

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abbyromanoff · 4 months

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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,”

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star-xxx1 · 5 months

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romanoffsbish · 1 year

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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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yelenabelovasbxtch · 2 years

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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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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.”

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Pushed to the Edge

Pairing: Azriel x Reader

Trigger: angst, cheating, suicide, death

Word Count: 3k

Summary: You were the official seer of Night Court for nearly 500 years. the Inner Circle had always listened to you and your visions; however, when the Archeron sisters came and Elain started to show her powers, your family started to shift their attention to her visions. When you try to voice your warnings about the death-lord’s resurrection, everyone gave you the cold shoulder, ignoring your prophesies — this included your mate.

Note: no hate to Azriel or Elain, it just helped with the plot. and Also, I know it's completely unreasonable for Azriel to not have the Truth-Teller be with him at all times, just go with it for now. And I am working on “Reach Your Voice” Series, I’m still trying to figure out how to make sure each of our boys spends quality time with the reader.

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“That sounds absolutely absurd… How many times will you try to warn about something that will never happen?”

Your voiced died in your throat as you watched Rhysand look at you with apprehension before focusing on the paperwork in front of him.

You had ran into his office, waking up in cold sweat after another vision of another Death God crawling it’s way back into Prythian. You had tried to forewarn your High Lord for weeks on end ever since you first saw that vision. However, your warnings had been ignored by Rhysand. You knew that it sounded impossible, you knew that, Prythian had just finished a war — one that almost destroyed the world.

After the war with the King of Hybern, Prythian was slowly returning to its normal … well, attempting to fix what was broken by the King. The Night Court was healing, trying to rebuild itself again to its glory, helping other Courts to fix the damages that the war caused. Rhysand had been through an ordeal, losing his life to save Prythian and you knew that your High Lord was still recuperating from that tragedy. You knew that your High Lady was as well, almost losing her mate.

They didn’t need another war to happen when peace had barely returned.

But you also knew there was another reason your High Lord had been ignoring your for forewarning. You looked to the side, one where the rest of the Inner Circle was watching the confrontation. Cassian and Nesta, sitting close to each other, a glass of wine in their hands, whispering to each other, mostly likely about you and your vision. You could barely pick up with your keen Fae hearing on what they were saying.

“Do you think what she’s saying is real? That Koschei is trying to come back?”

“Elain hasn’t seen it though…”

The whisper of the middle Archeron child echoed in your ears as you looked at the Made Fae. She sat next to the window, brown eyes that seemed to sparkle like the sun rested on you before turning over to the male that she was sitting with. Your gaze followed hers to Azriel — your mate— but you can see that he didn’t bother to glance in your direction, only to focus on the delicate female next to him.

It hurt. You watched as the two of them conversed, glancing back in your direction before focusing on each other.

It was no secret, not for you, on Elain’s growing infatuation for the Shadowsinger, and in turn his own growing affections for the middle Archeron child — and in turn, losing his love for you.

You woke up in an empty bed, your mate missing from his side. You tried to talk to Cassian about how his day went, on if he would still train you with the Valkyries if he had time. You tried to converse with Rhysand and Feyre, seeing if they were healing properly after the war, wanting to make sure your High Lord and Lady were safe. You sought after you mate, wanting to spend even a second with him.

But they disregarded you so easily. Especially after they had found out that Elain had similar powers to you, one that was gifted to her by the Cauldron — one that was deemed more powerful than your own.

Your role as the Official Seer of Night Court was granted to you after Helion had sent you as an emissary for Day Court. Helion had found you wandering around Day Court lands. You had been a wandering child, with no real attachment to any Court, abandoned in the streets by your family at the age of five when your seer powers started to come into light. Helion had taken you in when you were ten, helped you hone your powers. Being a seer had been a mystery, no one in your heritage (that you were aware of) was a seer. And it baffled Helion on why such a remarkable gift had been casted aside.

You had stayed with the Night Court, gaining their trust and friendship for five centuries, gaining your own little foothold in their family. You had been a pillar when Rhysand had been trapped Under the Mountain for nearly fifty years. You helped Mor and Armen with the official Night Court Duties, trained with Cassian to ensure you were strong enough to fight when neither he nor Azriel was there.

During your time protecting Valeris from the eyes of Amarantha, your mating bond with the Shadowsinger snapped. It had been difficult at the start, both of you were still struggling with the disappearance of your High Lord, along with the weight of protecting the very city he hidden from view. But during that time, you became each other’s pillar, each other’s comfort in such a dark time. Falling in love with Azriel wasn’t difficult.

But keeping his love, apparently, was the most difficult.

When the Archeron sister’s came into everyone’s lives, it caused a tip in the scales. You loved Feyre, you loved your High Lady. You would do anything in your power to ensure she was safe and well cared for. But for the Cauldron-Made sisters, it was difficult for you to accept them.

They were different. You couldn’t see anything about them, as if the Cauldron had masked them from you powers. It made you terrified of them. Feyre and Rhysand had tried to assure you that the Archeron sisters deemed no threat to the Night Court. And you trusted them — trusted your High Lord and Lady without a blink of an eye. And yes, while their words deemed true, you did not realize that they were a different type of threat. One that would eventually lose your foothold in the Night Court.

You swallowed, your throat parched as you glanced from the sight of your mate and Elain speaking to one another to Rhysand and then to Feyre who had stood next to him. She gave you a worried look, wondering what you were wanting to tell them.

The air was tense, the declaration from your High Lord seeming to echo in your surroundings — he had deemed your vision to be false. And he had never done that before.

“… But…” you whispered, your voice nothing but wind in such a large room, “… I’ve seen it so many times, Rhys. Someone is trying to resurrect him. That they need a piece of something from the Cauldron — -”

“The Cauldron is with Miryam and Drakon… in Creta. There is no way that anyone would be able to use that power again,” Rhysand’s tone was taut, as if trying to drawn a line between the truth and your vision, “Your vision must be wrong, (Y/N). There is no way that Koschei can be resurrected from that lake.”

Another swallow, “But what if it doesn’t have to be the Cauldron itself. It could be something that was Made from the Cauldron.”

Rhysand’s eyes snapped up from his desk, up to you, eyes darkening at the words you were insinuating, “—- What are you trying to say, (Y/N)?”

You let out a shaky breath, eyes shifting down to your hands, fiddling with your fingernails — a habit that you’ve had ever since you were a child — one that would leave your hands raw from removing skin, ‘… Nesta and Elain were Made from the Cauldron. If it were to get word to the followers of Koschei, they… they could be in danger. The power that resides in them is the Cauldron… Nesta took something from the Cauldron and did not return it… They could be looking for that.”

It was already bad that you were trying to suggest a return of a Death God, months after a war with Hybern, but it was worse that you were even implying that the sisters were the center of being in danger again.

A dark shadow stood in front of you and you looked up to see Azriel. The golden string that connected the two of you sung, it had been weeks since Azriel went near you, but you knew that his side of the bond was shut, enshroud by shadows, completely shutting you out.

“Az—-” you said his name, as if it was a prayer, hoping he’d be the voice of reason. That he would back up you and your visions. As he always had in the past.

“How can we know that your visions are truth, (Y/N)? There are two Seers in the Night Court now, and yet you are the only one who sees this.”

Your ears rang, a high pitch noise echoing through them as disbelief shook your body. Azriel never distrusted you, never doubted your visions and your forewarnings.

The bond in you ached, as if it was burning you on the inside. Tears lined your eyes as you looked up at your mate, brows furrowing, “…How could you, Azriel?” you muttered, the pain lining your tone, “How can you not trust me?” your voice small.

“Because Elain hasn’t seen it,” was all he had to say.

Hot tears ran your cheeks, as you shakily stepped back from the male that had towered you. You glanced at Cassian and Nesta who looked at you, their eyes inattentive to the pain that you were feeling. You glanced at your High Lord, who looked at you with disinterest. You looked at your High Lady, the only person in the room that seemed to have noticed your pain and anguish, as she took a step towards you way, only to be stopped by Rhysand, his hand around her wrist.

“… So, just because the Cauldron-Made Seer hasn’t seen it, doesn’t mean that it is going to happen?” you asked, your question in the air for everyone to think, “… Just because I wasn’t a Seer Made by the Cauldron, that my visions and my words are not real? That I am a lesser of a Seer than her?”

“(Y/N)—-” Feyre, the voice of reason, called our your name.

You took a step back again, head shaking at them, “I’ve worked my life off for the Night Court. Ensuring that your city is safe, making sure that any danger would never step past the wards that you have put up. I have never hidden anything from any of you. I used my visions and my powers for all of you. And yet…” your voice shook at the end, not believing anything that was happening in front of you, “You disregard me… the moment a better Seer shows up. One that is Cauldron-Made… one that you…” eyes shifting to Azriel, “Deems more suitable for you.

“I’ve seen it. Not only in my visions but here with you all. You have decided to all turn a blind eye to it, decided not to tell me about it. Three sisters for three brothers, isn’t it, Azriel?”

Azriel’s form stiffed in front of you — he did not think that you would have heard that.

You were done, you were tired. You were tired of the lies and the deceit from whom you thought were family.

Feyre’s brows furrowed as she looked at you and then her elder sisters before the back of Azriel. Rhysand stood up as well, standing next to his High Lady at your declaration.

“… What are you talking about, (Y/N)?” Feyre asked, watching your form shake.

“Don’t you lie to me…” you muttered, glaring at your High Lady, “Don’t you dare lie that you have not seen it. Don’t you dare tell me that you have not noticed that Azriel and Elain have been together all this time. That you have turned a blind eye that a mated male would be infatuated, would fall in love with someone else that was not his Cauldron-bound mate. Don’t you dare lie to me you have not all seen it, and have ignored it and not tell me about it.

“You also have all disregarded me and my visions, ever since Elain started to show her own powers. You have all deemed, even without you telling me, that my powers are not worthy enough. That you all would listen to her cryptic visions rather than my own.”

Your words were rushed, you were hyperventilating to the point that your visions swam, but you shook your head, focusing on the scene unfolding — Feyre’s surprised look, Nesta and Cassian staring wide-eye at Elain before glancing at the Shadowsinger in front of you and your High Lord gripping the edge of the table, his violet eyes clearing as if he was in a trance, as if his mind has been cleared and he realized what he has done and what was unfolding with his family.

“No, (Y/N), that’s not what we meant…” he tried to reason, try to gain back your trust in the found family you had with them.

You scrunched your face, shaking your head as you looked at your High Lord before back at your mate, “…That’s what you have meant for the months you have been ignoring my forewarnings. Been ignoring me. Because Elain’s powers are better than mine, you have casted me aside…” Another step back, glancing at the grand door behind you before you glanced back at the family who had lost you, to the mate that had broken your entire being, “You had decided, to your own conscious, to fall in love with someone else, who is bound to someone else, just because you deemed that the Cauldron was wrong. I don’t understand what I have done to you, Azriel… when I have spent nearly five-hundred years with you, fifty years with you as your mate. And you, knowing Elain for a mere five minutes, throwing all that away…”

Azriel looked at you, his chest rising and falling quickly, his eyes staring you down. He watched as tears continued to flood down your cheeks, your form shaking even further. You couldn’t do it, you couldn’t just stand here and be the object that they throw away.

So, you ran, ran out of that room, your name echoing behind you as your dress swirled behind you. You climbed up the spiraling stairs to your shared room with Azriel, throwing up the strongest ward you can muster behind you and around you. You couldn’t handle it.

You couldn’t handle the echo of the bond in your chest, you couldn’t handle the empty stare of your mated looking at you. You couldn’t handle the thought that you were so easily replaceable. A sob escaped your lips as you rummaged through Azriel’s drawer of weapons, pulling out the one weapon that he never is without — Truth-Teller. Dark tendrils of shadow gripped your wrist as you looked around you, Azriel’s shadows surrounding you.

That was where his shadows went — they had always disappeared when he was around Elain, yet they were here with you.

Frantic knocks startled you as you grasped the weapon close to your chest, your head whipping around towards the door. You heard them — Feyre’s panicked voice, Rhysand’s apologizes, Cassian yelling your name. But you didn’t hear that one voice that you had loved — you knew Azriel wasn’t there.

That had pushed you. Gripping the weapon, you moved to the bathroom, the shadows following your every movement. As you kneeled down on the marble floor, you felt the tug of the shadows against your hand, trying to will the weapon out of your grip — attempting you to stop at a take of your life.

You had always loved the shadows that surrounded Azriel, both physically and metaphorically speaking. They had always comforted you, protected you, always had been there for both of you when times were tough. But this was one of the times that you didn’t want them protecting you, comforting you.

“Please..” you begged at them. Whether or not they would listen or sprint off to their master, they backed off, though a few tendrils stayed behind, slithering around your wrist, holding Truth-Teller, as if a reminder not to do it. But you had made your mind — you couldn’t stay and be pushed to the side. Not anymore.

And with a last breath impaled yourself with your mate’s beloved knife, the very knife he had handed Elain during the war, was the last thing you remembered. As your body fell against the marbled floor, your soul leaving your body, you felt the tendrils of shadow frantically skim over your body, as if to try to find a piece of life still clinging onto you. Eyes looked and watched as the ward was broken and your High Lord and Lady skidding towards your body as your soul left for the skies above, the cool feeling of shadow never leaving your body.

A gasp escaped your lips, the dull ache on your chest making you rub at it.

“— - What…” you mumbled, your voice hoarse as if not used for a century.

“That Shadowsinger did not know what he had decided to let go, huh…” A voice, one so dark and so familiar echoing.

You knew that voice, that voice that haunted you in your visions for weeks — the same voice that you tried to warn your family about. Eyes opening, you were surrounded by the dark, the voice of the Death-God echoing around you.

“I should have died…” you voiced to no-one.

A laugh echoed around you, “You did, (Y/N), but you forget that I am a Death-God… And I can resurrect anyone I wish. Now, that your family has abandoned you, why don’t you join me. Show them what happens when a Seer of your capacity has been cast aside. I should have had you when that original family of yours stranded you, but that damn High Lord of Day found you first. Anyway… come child…”

You laid there, in the darkness, before you shakily reach out a hand, before spiny fingers grasped onto yours and pulled you out of that darkness.

#acotar fanfiction #acotar fic #acotar x reader #azriel x reader #acotar angst #a court of thorns and roses #( .one shot : pushed to the edge )

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'Primordial.' (5.2k) dragon king!bakugou katsuki x female reader

warnings: primal kink, heavy nordic themes/norse gods mentioned, norse words, barbarian/tribal practises, blood as body paint, violence, chasing, i give reader tattoos, arranged marriage, bakugou is mean at first, asphyxiation, blood pact, outdoor sex, biting, marking, pussy eating, rimming (f!receiving), vaginal sex, breeding kink, brief spanking, creampie.

author notes: just a tiny glossary: blót (blood sacrifice), Óðinn (Old Norse for Odin), Valkyrjur (Old Norse for Valkyries). I try to keep it to a minimum/one-time use since I know it can get a bit confusing infusing two different languages.

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Sparking embers.

Black ash dashed across the ground.

The beat of the heavy drums, accompanied by the tribesmen and women's voices. It was quite the ceremony, a show of wealth and power. It had to be spectacular for an event that happened when a new King was to be ushered in and they were demanded to try and bind the ties between the rival tribe. The ceremony was to last for 9 long days and nights, including a blót sacrificing goats and boars to offer the blood of the innocent up to the Gods of the Nine Worlds. If they were to look down upon such an occasion, they perhaps would bless the tribe with an unbreakable bond between two warring tribes.

Tonight marked the 5th night of the ceremony, this was the first time the King himself would emerge from his hut. It always drew in the biggest of crowds, to see the man who was promised to bring even the World Serpent down onto its belly before him. The King who was promised was a spectacular breed indeed, rumoured to be part dragon himself as well as the only man known to have a kinship with the great beasts. There had never been as much faith in bringing an end to the thousand-year war until Bakugou Katsuki was born.

The wooden door of his hut slammed open, the crowds silenced in mere seconds—awaiting his arrival. The low rumble of the drums in the background was second to the roaring in everyone's blood at the prospect of being in the same vicinity as a man who was rumoured to be part dragon. No one's eyes strayed from the door when they heard his heavy footsteps, his stature so large he had to duck down beneath the doorframe before standing to his full height.

Before them stood the King, his ashen blonde hair on his head which was decorated handsomely, the thick plaits of hair adorning bands of metal at the ends, the sides of his shaven with intricate details etched into his hair. The top of his hair was flattened by the heavy bone crown he was wearing. It made him look impossibly bigger, quite the fitting image for the man they named the Dragon King. It was tradition for both parties in this exchange to be stripped down to bare themselves to the eyes of the Gods with the exception of covering their genitals with a cloth.

His muscles bulged beneath the solid golden rings tightened around his biceps, shoulders rolling as he eyed the crowd. The red on his body could be mistaken as paint but anyone could see the way it dried and cracked—it was blood. It wrapped around his biceps and forearms in thick bands, a strip trailing down from his bottom lip along his throat until it reached his sternum. His thighs were covered in intricate designs, swirling paintings of dragons and fire. Around his neck were most definitely fangs from various animals he had hunted successfully, a trophy to display his sheer power.

Bakugou kept his shoulders squared, eyes focused on the crackling bonfire in the distance. Just beyond there was his future, his destiny, the true end to the war that claimed his parents. Whilst he was a man with the belief he should be with who he wanted, he couldn't deny the fact that joining with the Queen of another tribe wouldn't help his own tribe strive. The beat of the drums grew louder once he began his walk towards the bonfire, the songs getting louder once again and his blood stirred with anticipation. He had never seen this Queen before but had only heard of the stories of how she was formidable, quite the warrior who had been rumoured to rip a man's head off with her bare hands. It had made him hard hearing that particular story.

The fire was warm against his skin, the blood that was the freshest on his skin shimmering in the amber light. The music was the loudest here, the chanting in their old language fuelling the ancient blood coursing through his veins. He couldn't quite see the Queen yet, but he could see her tribe were just on the other side of the bonfire. They spanned out far and wide, Bakugou let his eyes drag over them slowly to see they too were jovial about the occasion but he didn't miss the weapons on their hilts. They were ready to kill if needed.

A hollering whoop followed by the billowing of a horn brought his attention back before him, his feet slow as he carried himself around the fire. Now he could see a figure just on the other side yet the fire kept their features obscured, they were moving in time with him. A game of cat and mouse, but who was the cat and who would be the dead mouse at the end of it? The idea had Bakugou's hackles rising, a tickle at the back of his neck telling him to take control of the situation before he lets this stranger think she was the more powerful of the pair.

Through the hissing flames, he caught sight of a pair of eyes, they looked just as ravenous as a wolf. He continued to circle around the bonfire, the sound of the crowds singing and chanting fading to nothing in comparison to the pounding of the blood in his head. The voice that told him to take what was his, to lay claim to this woman in front of everyone to show he is The Dragon King. It was as if he were stuck in a trance, blood-red eyes locked and muscles were drawn tight like a bow. The air was tense, the drums providing the rhythm to which his heart raced, it felt no different to when he went hunting.

There was something in the air.

Then it snapped.

With a twist of your ankle, you turned around back towards the forest of foreboding trees where shadows danced and lurked within. The chanting grew louder, with long high notes that some would mistake as screeches, it only signalled the beginning of the hunt.

Bakugou's body was ready, his eyes honed onto your back as you vanished into the tree line. He was much larger than you, he knew that much from just looking at you but he saw how quick you were on your feet. If he didn't start the chase now, he may end up losing you to the darkness of the night. So he ran. The sound of the chanting and drums quickly replaced with the rush of wind by his ears, the pounding of his bare feet on the ground.

This primitive feeling made Bakugou feel alive, it stripped away the armour many wore for protection, stripped them down to their barebones to be bared to the world. He knew he could very well die in this forest if he allows you to get the upper hand and the Dragon had no intention of bowing its head to someone who was just a measly wolf.

Bakugou had always had a keen sense of smell, granted these gifts from his ancestors who shared blood with dragons, and so he followed a sweet smell. A smell had come to realise was you, and oh how he longed to sink his teeth into the flesh that smelled so fresh, like a field of wildflowers.

Darting in and out of the trees, uncaring for the way twigs snapped and scratched his skin. It was second nature for the blonde to be running through the forest, having run through it a thousand times before as a child. He had grown up in the dirt, always returning home to his mother shivering and coated in streaks of mud from his tussles with who is now known as his chieftain; Kirishima Eijirou. Growing up with the boy who was rumoured to have skin that was harder than rocks granted Bakugou the opportunity to harness his strength. To really grow into his role as future King.

The smell of rain was fresh on the mossy undergrowth beneath Bakugou's feet, and the fog clung low to the floor swirling around his body with each step he took. Some would think these are conditions for failure, surely no one could track in horrid weather? Sure. That may be the case for the average man, but Bakugou Katsuki was no man. He was a monster, a beast with an appetite for the hunt. His eyes were sharp, snapping towards the sound of a branch snapping in the distance and finally, he could see it.

The fog was being disturbed to his left, a little further ahead but nonetheless, he had found his target. A vicious grin broke out on his face, sharpened canine teeth on show before he abruptly switched paths so he was directly behind you. He could see you much clearer now, you were nearly as naked as he was and yet you didn't care when your calf scratched against the low-hanging branches. He could practically taste your blood on his tongue, the end of a long war that was probably older than time itself, he was going to be the one to end it.

Bakugou's eyes strayed from you for a split second when he passed by something, a red strip of cloth that had been tied around a tree. His grin returned tenfold, that cloth was his own, and you were running unknowingly directly towards a dead-end. The forest itself actually climbed up part of the mountain his village was nestled against, it was the perfect spot. They could never be attacked from behind, and it always took a while for anyone to breach through the woods to find the village, by then Bakugou was already aware of their presence and was making quick work of slaughtering them.

And just as he suspected as he burst through the treeline, you snapped your head around to stare at him with wide eyes that made you look more like a fearful doe than a fearsome wolf. His grin was malicious, the dried blood on his skin cracking with the movement. Slowly your steps started to mirror his own, circling each other like wild animals. "Come, Fenrir," Bakugou snarks, watching the way your eyebrows furrow and you erupt in a snarl that most definitely is fitting of the name Fenrir.

"You dare invoke his name?" you speak for the first time and Bakugou has to keep the grin on his face malicious, you sound just as vicious as he but somehow more regal—a true Queen and he wants to make you his. "If I'm Fenrir, you must be Týr."

Bakugou can't help but puff his chest out at that, slapping a large hand against the meat of his pec with a grunt. It was an honour to be called Týr, the god of war and justice, he was considered the bravest of the Gods and Bakugou can agree that he is no different to the God. "Make your move, wolf."

And you do. Bakugou rears his head back when you launch yourself at him, feet bounding across the floor with one arm drawn back that allows him to see the way your muscles move. The tattoos displayed on your skin were a sign of your years in the war, a band for every leader you had killed—and you had eight. It stoked the fire beneath the dragon's belly in his blood and made him roar in excitement when your fist collided with his jaw.

Bakugou took a stumbling step back, foot swiping through the mossy undergrowth before his head snapped back towards you. The blood on his teeth spread as did his grin, a blossoming red mark on his jaw that would surely turn into a blackened bruise come sunrise. His eyes were wide, pupils eating the crimson red. His excitement was palpable, you were the perfect woman for him. How didn't he come across you sooner? He had killed thousands of your men and you did the same to his own, so just how didn't he find you earlier.

He's ready this time when you swing your fist again, batting away with his forearm. He has to give it to you, you're strong. He feels his muscles tense and ripples with the effort he has to use to make sure he isn't caught off-guard again. It continues like that for a few more seconds, you attempting to break through his defence and you seem to shift a little on your feet before Bakugou's grunting at the blossoming pain in his ribs. Your foot hooks against his side, and he's too quick for you to withdraw your leg.

His big meaty hand hooks around your knee, and suddenly you're falling back onto your back with a loud thud. Bakugou bears his weight down onto you, the crown shifting on his head slightly when he glares down his nose at you with gums and teeth on show. His spare hand comes down around your throat, thick fingers squishing into your skin and you realise you can't breathe. Your hands scratching at his forearm, your legs kicking fruitlessly on either side of his hips that he nestled neatly against your own.

"What's wrong, wolf? Did you think you were any match for a dragon?" he sneers, enjoying the way your eyes fill with desperate tears. He leans in closer, the pressure growing on your throat and he can see the way you're seconds away from eating in the Great Hall. "Say it. Yield to me."

He watches the way you battle in your own mind, how your eyes grow hazier the more you lose precious seconds of air and he wonders for a second if maybe the Seer was wrong in reading what was to become of this ceremony. Were you about to throw away your life because of your pride? Bakugou can't fault you for it.

Your lips curl into a vicious snarl, he wonders if maybe you will curse him with your final breath; send him to Hel where he may never rest with his family in Valhalla. Your tongue brushes against your teeth, all stained in a pretty pink shade of blood. "I—" it's a gasp, barely a whisper and Bakugou does you the courtesy of leaning down, turning his head so his ear was next to your lips. He can hear the way your throat contracts, "I yield." you manage, and his hand releases you immediately.

Bakugou pulls his head up enough to allow you to breathe again, hands clutching at your throat whilst you suck in greedy gulps of breath only to cough them back up. All the whilst he finally gets a good look at you, you were unbelievably beautiful. Nothing quite like the women of his own village, you had a different air to you. You were a warrior just like him, but you were so much more. You had the most gentle of features when you weren't scowling, the face of a mother to his kids he realises.

That single thought has his hips rutting involuntarily, nostrils flaring at the smell of your own arousal from where you're wedged beneath him. Your warm breath clouds in the cold of the night when you pant in response, Bakugou's eyes snapping up from the sprawling of tattoos on your thighs to meet your own eyes. It was a tense moment, the air easily capable of being sliced with a sword. It reminded Bakugou of what it was like when he saw wild animals before they attacked—waiting for the other to attack first, to slip up and make a mistake.

The Dragon rumbles with a growl, content with the thought that he had won over the wolf and Bakugou makes the grave mistake of directing his eyes downwards. It all happens far too quickly for Bakugou to react, his back presses harshly into the soggy floor filled with mud and dirt. His eyes are wide, teeth bared when he realises he's looking up at the silhouette of your face as you perch above. The sharp edge of the rock is pressed to his throat, each time he swallows he can feel it scratch against the skin there.

"The dragon may befriend the wolf, even break the wolf." You snarl down at him, billowing clouds of warmed breath beating down on Bakugou's face. "But you will never truly tame the wolf. I will never be just your wife, if you're to be my King then I demand your every second. You will not sneak off with others."

Bakugou keeps his eyes trained on your own, the sharp edge of the rock pressing a little harder when his hand shifts upwards. Your eyes are wide with a warning, one he knows you're not bluffing on. He raises his hands slowly until they're on either side of his head, palm upwards towards you. "I would never dream of putting you second to anyone." He speaks honestly, shocking even himself at how easily it comes off of his tongue.

"Swear it," you hiss, shifting your weight on his hips has the man inwardly groaning at the lack of clothing between the two of you. He can feel just how warm you are. The rock is gone from his throat before a copper smell hits his nose, he looks from your face to your palm to see a jagged yet deep cut into the palm of your hand. "Swear it with your blood, in front of Óðinn."

You let him take the rock from your hands, uncaring for the way the blood curled around your wrist and dripped all the way down to your elbow. Bakugou slowly sat up, your hips moving to rest on his thighs whilst he stared down at you. This was a serious thing, to declare it in front of the All-Father would lock him into this pact for life. The slice along his palm stings, before he's raising his own hand up in a similar fashion to you.

"I, Bakugou Katsuki, swear it." His palm slides into your own, the wet mixture of both his blood and your own making it slippery before he links his fingers with your own. The throbbing in his hand is painful, the more he squeezes the more blood drips down his arm. Yet he can't take his eyes away from you, the way the moon peaks through the treetops and paints you in a white light that dapples across your skin.

Much to his surprise, you're the first to lean towards him. His eyes close when your lips press to his, you taste of blood and salt, he can taste the wine on your tongue that you must've drunk before the ceremony started. Your hands slip apart, your blood-drenched hand imprinting itself against the side of his neck whilst both of his hands cup your face. Bakugou can't get enough of you, he was no virgin and he had his fair share of women but there was something more here. It felt like he was bathing in divine light, the hand you dragged along his neck to smear him in your own blood felt like it was on fire.

You don't fight him when he lowers you onto your back this time, his hands cradle your head however this time. Something has shifted between the two of you as you continue to share your soul with him through the way your tongue rolls over his own. Now situated on the ground does his hands start to wander, trailing one hand of blood and the other of calloused warmth down along your body. You do not fight him when he pulls away the cloth on your breasts, revealing them to the cold air whilst his thumbs roll over your nipples to feel the way they harden.

But his hands don't stop there, they continue their conquest downwards until he feels the cloth at your waist. It's a thin thing, not really meant to protect or hide anything. So when Bakugou's non-bloodied hand reaches between your thighs, he's greeted with his prize for sealing the pact with you. You're unbelievably warm between here, and wet, it has him groaning against your lips as his fingers delicately delve between your lips to spread your slick back and forth in tantalizingly slow strokes.

He swallows your warm panting breaths, his lips parted in a similar fashion when he just allows himself to admire you. You're splayed out on the floor before him, chest gently heaving with each intake of breath you take and your thighs are already clutching against his sides in an attempt to pull him in closer. But Bakugou has other plans in mind, he slowly descends down along your body with searing kisses against your flushed hot skin in the cold of the night.

Now finally with his stomach on the ground, he hoists your legs once again, but this time over his shoulders. Neither of you feels embarrassed with how he buries his face between your legs, taking a deep breath in of your natural essence before his tongue lays flat from the bottom of your dripping wet heat all the way to your clit that he gives a cheeky flick of his tongue.

Your entire body jolts, the whole chase and run-up to what was to be yours had your body as tight as a bowstring. Your toes curl fruitlessly against the flat of his back, his shoulders rolling when he wraps both his arms around your thighs to lock you into place. The sight between your thighs is sinful, his red eyes are staring up at you through locks of loosened blonde hair and his crown is lopsided on his head. He looks much more like a beast of a man now that he has you in his grasp.

It's far too late once you realise the hold he has you in, his mouth descends upon you and your entire stomach tenses, your thighs attempting to crush either side of his head whilst the blunt of his nails curl into the flesh of your thighs. He's sucking on your clit, and hard, and just when it gets too much he lowers his tongue down to press between your lips and suckle on the sweet nectar you're providing him with. All the whilst his eyes are locked onto yours, it feels like you're being drawn into his very soul the longer you're held there.

He groans when you finally let a moan slip past your lips, the deep rumble of his throat has it vibrating against your pussy and you writhe in his grasp once again. He can't get enough of you, you tasted better than any sweet fruit he had tried, and you sounded what he imagined the valkyrjur to sound like. You were his own small Valhalla, laid out on the wet ground of sticks and moss, uncaring for the way you moaned into the night sky.

Bakugou couldn't stop the rut of his hips into the ground when he ducked his head lower, venturing with his tongue further and the noise he was rewarded with was enough to continue. His tongue pressed against your puckered hole, letting his saliva drip from the tip of it until it drenched you entirely before he pressed further. Your hand came to his hair immediately, knocking the crown free from his head but he couldn't care for it, not when your fingers sink down to his scalp and you pull.

"K.. Katsuki." The way his name rolls off of your tongue has him groaning against you again, his hips pressing harder into the ground in an attempt to stave off the sudden urge to cum. "Stop wasting time, and fuck me already." He can hear the growl in your words but it's overshadowed by the way you whine, you sound too breathless to be the scary wolf you wish to portray yourself as.

But still, he chuckles against you before pulling his head back. "You have no patience," he chides gently, grinning wider at the glare you shoot his way but he's moving back up your body despite this. He lowers himself down so his forearms are caging your head with his own, his thighs spread your legs wide across his hips. He finds himself admiring you once again, the wet sheen to your lips from his previous ministrations, the way your eyes are essentially fully blown as you stare up at him.

You flinch when he shifts his hips closer, the tip of his cock delicately rubbing against your clit in an up-and-down motion with each slow roll of his hips. "It'll hurt," he says, watching the way you're furrowing your eyebrows up at him, almost offended that something like a dick would be enough to hurt you. He can't help but smile, you have the true soul of a warrior, someone he definitely sees fit to call herself his Queen.

However, he doesn't offer you the chance to rebuke his words. With an angled roll of his hips, he's sinking into you and fuck, you're crushing him with how tight you're squeezing him. He groans the further he pushes into you and your moans sound beautiful mingled with his own. Bakugou leans back some, one large palm splayed out next to your head whilst the other soothes itself down along your heaving chest as you try to adjust to the thickness of his cock buried deep inside of you.

"Relax..." he soothes, large thumb pressing against your nipple as he passed by before he ventures further with his hand once again. He feels the small pudge of your stomach, unable to stop himself when he squeezes a little with the thought of fucking you full of his cum; of his offspring. You'd make him a father of many children, he can tell. His fingers once again find home between your thighs, he strokes his way down to feel the stretch of your pussy around his cock and it has him almost whining.

Slowly, his fingers place themselves against your clit as he rubs soothing circles whilst fucking himself shallowly further into you until he's seated all the way to the hilt. His stomach is tense, every muscle in his body flexing when he finally draws himself up to his full height on his knees. His large hands drag along your thighs, feeling the dips and raised skin along the way of many scars. He wonders what scars your skin will blossom with when you bear his children, it has his hips rutting harshly into you.

A snarl sits on his lips when he hears your guttural moan, your thighs clenching around him the best they could and the look in your eye holds the match that sets off the fire in his stomach. He growls, deep and rumbled in his chest when he starts to fuck into you with new vigour. His hands clasped tight around your thighs, scratching against the skin that he's sure would be enough to draw blood. Bakugou pulls you into each and every one of his thrusts, forcing his cock the deepest it can reach in you to have you screaming his name.

Your hand splays itself against his pelvis, fingers pressed into the tensed muscle of his abdominal muscles. He looks terrifying above you like this, every muscle in his body is poised as if he were ready to fight someone. The veins bulge on his neck, and he's growling and snarling like a feral beast but it has you clenching around him, walls spasming at just how handsome he looked. He showed great promise of being able to provide for you, he would protect you endlessly and you no doubt would produce some of the strongest children.

"W-Wait," you pant, blinking at the haze that settles on your eyes, you can feel your stomach tensing up more. Everything feels so sensitive and he's bullying his way through your walls when they squeeze, and he somehow knows how to read your body perfectly. He shifts his knees a little closer, hauling you up with his body when he really kneels on his knees. Your back is arched almost uncomfortably but the new depth has your eyes rolling into the back of your head. "Oh, fuck!" you scream into the darkness of the night as the knot finally tightens until it inevitably snaps.

Bakugou practically roars at the feeling of your orgasm, fucking you more harshly through it until he briefly pulls out of your spasming hole to manhandle your body around onto your hands and knees. A large palm presses against your back, arching you just right before he's thrusting himself forward. He buries himself to the hilt and this time he doesn't wait to let you adjust, he fucks you with a new goal in mind; to make sure you get pregnant with his seed.

"A strong wolf like you should provide me with strong pups, no?" he asks, it's more of a question to himself but you still find yourself nodding deliriously along with his words. You do want to provide him with strong children, strong enough to conquer the world. "Hah, fuck, you're so fuckin' wet. Like a real bitch in heat." He's babbling, that's your only tell that he's getting closer to his own orgasm. His mind is hazy, vision honed in on the place where the two of you are joined.

His cock has a delicate ring of cream at the base, and your pussy is positively gushing around him. A large hand slaps against your ass cheek, pushing you further into the ground when he adjusts his position. One leg propped up, the other still on his knee whilst he fucks into you at an angle that has you cursing up a storm. Bakugou grins at the filthy words falling from your lips, the Seer was definitely right in saying you were his twin flame.

Bakugou's upper lip twitches in a snarl, his dangerously long canines on show and the peek of his gum makes him feel like he really is part dragon like the stories say. His cock twitches harshly, his orgasm pulled from him when your walls flutter once your second orgasm hits you. He's pressing right against the squishy spot that has your vision blackening, stars dancing behind your closed eyes whilst your throat burns with the moaning scream that's forced from your lungs.

His cum is hot as it fills you, and there's an obscene amount of it. He keeps his body close, fucking you through both his and your own orgasm until finally, he stills. His body drapes itself over your own, sticky with sweat that quickly cools in the chill of the night air. He presses a delicate kiss directly to your spine, watching how you shiver at the action. "Are you hurt?" he asks finally, watching you shake your head before whining when he pulls himself out of your abused pussy.

Bakugou can't help but marvel at the amount of cum that gushes from inside of you, he would've pushed it back inside of you if he wasn't so confident in the fact his seed definitely caught on the first attempt. So instead he pulls you towards him when he settles on his side, you curl into him naturally to absorb his warmth. The beat of the drums is still faint in the distance, along with the croaking calls of a raven.

The sound of approval. The sound that you both had brought an end to a terrible war.

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Love & Mischief

Loki x Female!Reader

Rating: M (Mature)

Warnings: There's nothing explicit, some allusions to sex, probably language, violence, and heavy descriptions of grief and loss, although there is somewhat of a happy ending.

Word count: About 2.9k

Synopsis: You're Asgard's goddess of love and loyalty, but you've lost your god of mischief, how do you move forward?

Author’s note: This is set in Thor Love and Thunder. Also if you've ever seen the last scene of the show Reign, it has an inspiration in this fic too. I've had a lot of grief and loss in my life lately and this felt very therapeutic to write. I've tried writing for Loki a couple of times but always chickened out, so I really hope y'all enjoy this and hopefully there will be more to come!

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“And what are you the goddess of?”

The words resounded in your head again and again and again.

When Hela said those words to you, years ago, you had fired back, so sure of yourself and your role in Asgard, your role in your life, your role in his life.

But now…

What was a goddess of loyalty and love who no longer had love? Who no longer believed in such things as fate and security in love?

Your powers should have died when he did.

It was an odd pairing to many, you knew. But it worked perfectly, your strengths and weaknesses worked in tandem and created a love worth fighting for.

But the fight was gone.

The god of mischief (and betrayal- some would argue) and the goddess of loyalty and love were a match made in Valhalla.

Until he was gone, ripped from you so violently that you still woke up screaming from nightmares regularly.

You sat next to your king in New Asgard during another security council meeting.

You were completely zoned out, thinking of bright blue-green eyes, dark curls, and a blade-thin smile. Valkyrie nudged you. “Hey, tone it down, you're bumming out the whole room,” she whispered.

You sighed and blinked out of your reverie, and finally noticed that the mood of the room, despite the recent good news that had been received (you can’t remember what it was - honestly, you forgot to pay attention, these meetings were very dull and tended to drone on) was altogether glum.

“Sorry,” you whispered back and reigned your mood in.

Normally, your powers were extremely helpful; tightening the bonds of loyalty in those around you, increasing love in both romantic and familial bonds, reading others moods - often influencing them, and sometimes even manipulating loyalties. But currently, drowning in grief as you had been the past several years, your powers were more of a burden than anything.

The heaviness in the room instantly lightened, and the conversation flowed in a more productive direction once more.

“We need to talk about these moods of yours,” Val said once she was satisfied that the meeting was going better.

“No thanks,” you grumbled, and promptly zoned out once more. You really preferred it when Thor was also a mess, before he got his shit together, and you weren’t the only one that hadn’t moved on from the repercussions of the war with Thanos. But you know what they say, misery loves company. And back then, no one nagged you as much to get your shit together.

“A little help here?” the king asked you, irritation in her tone.

Another disagreement had broken out, this time a fist fight. Honestly, you found it amusing and were inclined to let it go on for a while, but when Val glared at you, you stood up and clapped once.

Everyone stopped their movements immediately and looked up at you.

“Enough,” you said sternly. “Asgard, though we may have differing opinions, we all fight for the same thing, the prospering of New Asgard. Remember that,” you ordered, infusing the room with compliance, reminding them of their bonds of loyalty.

Everyone looked sheepish and sat back down.

You flourished a hand to Val and said, “My king,” giving her the floor.

She gave them all a rousing speech, it was honestly quite good, some of her best work, and then ended the dreadful meeting early, much to your relief.

“Good job, boss. Well, I’m off-”

“Not so fast,” she said as she caught your arm.

You sighed once again.

“Do we need to talk about this? About Lo-”

“Don’t say his name,” you hissed and the tension in the room raised significantly as your anger and grief filled the space, making the large room feel claustrophobic.

She sighed and took your hand.

“Look, I can’t pretend to know what you’re going through and what you’ve lost. We can all feel it from time to time and I know it’s an incredibly heavy burden. I’m just concerned for you and want to help you,” she said.

With tears in your eyes, you nodded.

“I’m concerned about me too,” you mumbled.

“What can I do to help? Tell me. Anything,” she practically begged.

“Nothing, unless you can drag him back from Valhalla,” you muttered and brushed past her.

And life continued to trudge forward. As a goddess, never had such a short amount of years felt so long, an eternity really.

You felt as if you were stuck in a time loop and every day was close to the same.

You woke up and for a split second forgot he was gone and reached across your bed to find it cold. Then, a wave of grief hit you that was so heavy, each and every time, that you forgot how to breathe.

Eventually you forced yourself out of bed, shoved some food in your mouth as you rushed out the door and met Valkyrie for early morning training. Then you usually sat by the sea and stared as the sun rose in the sky, thinking of him but trying so hard not to. And again, you forced yourself on.

You completed your daily tasks as the King’s right hand goddess; meetings, meetings, and more meetings usually. Most nights you sat at the bar, watched Valkyrie drink an ungodly amount, then when you got bored enough you walked through New Asgard.

You walked and walked, thinking if you moved enough, if you stayed ahead of your sadness, maybe it wouldn’t catch you in the morning.

It always did.

Rinse and repeat.

There were differences of course, sometimes, you had to leave New Asgard to do the whole ambassador thing. Occasionally Thor came to visit and brought along his various cohorts and problems.

Today was one of those days. You were improving in your hand to hand combat skills, according to your King, through your daily rigorous training sessions, which pleased you since you spent most days feeling like you wanted to fight the whole nine realms. And then, following your routine, you sat on the cliffside and stared at the sea.

You never even got to give him a proper funeral, you thought, which then made you think of Frigga and the beautiful funeral service for her that you had watched through tears.

A voice called your name, you looked back and for a moment, a blink and you miss it moment, you saw him. A flash of green-blue eyes and inky black hair, your heart skipped a beat and the vision was gone.

You shook your head in an attempt to clear it, honestly these flashes of him you’ve been having lately should be concerning, but instead you clung to them, desperate for any connection to him that you could get.

Although the true sight before you was one that made you smile, as Thor came up and wrapped you in a bear hug.

You wheezed and when he finally put you down he chuckled heartily.

“How are you?” he asked and you gave him a look like he should know the answer to that question.

“Well I have something that should cheer you right up,” he said as he steered you back towards the town.

“Does it involve needing my help to fight another dangerous life-threatening bad guy?” you asked wryly.

“Perhaps….” he said.

You huffed a laugh and said, “I’m in.”

The threat you were fighting turned out to be a whole lot more dangerous and life-threatening than you anticipated.

Which is how you found yourself on a ship with Thor, Jane, Valkyrie, and Korg on an unfortunate adventure to confront the God Butcher.

Watching Thor and Jane fall back in love was not doing much for your mood. Val handed you another drink and you downed it.

“Hey, hey, you’re totally bringing down the vibe, mate. This is supposed to be about love,” Korg said to you. You huffed and rolled your eyes.

You made an effort to lessen the dark cloud you’d brought on the ship.

“Do you think you’ll ever find love again?” Val asked you, after she confessed that she’d avoided any serious relationships for decades.

“No,” you said, like it was final.

“Really?” Korg asked. “Shouldn’t the goddess of love fall in love easily?”

You shot him a glare.

“I love. I love a great many people. But true love, like soulmates and shit, that only comes once in a lifetime. And after you’ve had it, you’re pretty much ruined for anything less. So no, I don’t think I’ll ever truly find love again,” you said with a sigh.

“Heavy,” he replied and you cracked up.

You laughed so hard you snorted, and at first your friends looked at you in shock, then joined you in laughter, and the room filled with love once again, the love of friendship, and you realized you’ve been overlooking the amount of love you actually had in your life due to your grief.

You grabbed Val’s hand and patted Korg’s disembodied head, and watched Thor and Jane reignite their flame of love.

“I love you all and am grateful for all the support you’ve given me,” you said.

“No final confessions,” Valkyrie said, “this is not the end for any of us.”

You nodded and then the ship reached its destination. The shadow realm yawned open in front of your vision and you gulped.

You had this horrible feeling, like dread, in the pit of your stomach, and you saw him again. That flash you’ve seen so many times recently, but more and more frequently since this misadventure started and that dread molted in your stomach into resolve.

You were certain and you were ready.

Of course the plan went immediately sideways. You crossed swords with Gorr the God Butcher and your heart threatened to pound out of your chest.

Yes, your sword fighting skills had improved, but not enough to be a good match for a seasoned warrior and god killer.

“What are you the Goddess of? Are you even worth my sword?” he growled out.

You gritted your teeth and went on the attack. Your rage filled the space as you dodged, slashed, and pushed him as hard as you could.

You could hear your friends yelling, but you couldn’t lose your focus even for a moment as he pushed back and fought with skill beyond your own.

And you realized you’d been doing this all wrong. You were fighting without your biggest asset, your own natural gifts and abilities. The powers that made you a goddess of Asgard.

He didn’t notice your impact on his mood because your rage didn’t even touch the deep well of his own, he didn’t feel your rage due to the mountain that was his own.

No, rage wouldn’t work, you thought, and as your swords crossed again you used your other hand to grab his.

Your power was more potent when you were skin to skin.

You poured love and loyalty into your enemy, thinking only of happiness and good memories, trying to lessen his rage. Trying to decrease his fight, hoping to convince him to put down his sword.

Your breath caught into a gasp as his emotions infected your own. His love and loyalty were intertwined with an ocean of grief. Just like your own.

And you were drowning.

His emotions, his rage at the injustice and unfairness and unending sadness felt so close to your own emotions that you were thrown back into a memory.

Your worst memory, actually, the day you lost him for good. And you knew your enemy was in his worst memory as well. The origin of his grief.

Just like you watched the origin of your grief as it unfolded in front of you once more. The reason for your nightmares, the reason you woke up screaming, you stepped back and gasped as the memory overcame you.

And Gorr did the same.

You think the sound might be the worst part. Loki’s choking. Or maybe it was the snapping sound, like a branch, a snap that ended everything for him. And for you.

And then there’s the sight. You couldn’t even describe it, it was too awful to explain. You’ve never spoken about it, even in the therapy sessions your King forced you to attend.

He thudded to the ground and you gasped as the vision cleared.

You were drowning in your own grief and it was clear Gorr was more accustomed to drowning than you.

He recovered one second quicker, and your battlefield reflexes were not quite up to par.

You slashed your sword up but all it did was clang against his where it was embedded in your stomach.

All the air whooshed from your lungs.

“You are not a god that deserves death, are you?” he said as he cocked his head. “But you lost faith in yourself, in what you stand for.”

You weren’t even sure you felt the pain. Maybe the shock inhibited your ability to feel any pain. You’d been injured before, sure, but you always felt the sharpness of it. But of course you’ve never been hurt this severely.

You tried to speak, but it came out as a groan.

“I am sorry,” he said and slowly slid the sword from your abdomen and you fell to your knees. Blood gushed and you saw that flash again.

“Beautiful,” you mumbled as you saw the flash of a wry smirk, eyes full of love, and a hand outstretched towards you. Beckoning you.

Finally, you thought.

The last thing you heard was Thor roaring and your king calling your name as she caught you before your body hit the ground.

There was darkness, utter darkness, and then a solid weight beneath you.

You realized you were laying down. You were laying on the most comfortable bed you’d ever had the pleasure of sleeping on.

Sleeping? Are you sleeping? Wasn’t there something…something painful? You couldn’t remember.

You blinked your eyes open and let out all the air in your lungs.

Your eyes filled with tears, this time happy tears. For the first time in what felt like an eternity, you cried happy tears.

Loki laid beside you, close enough for you to touch, staring at you with such love in his eyes that tears spilled down your cheeks.

“Oh,” you gasped.

He reached out and cupped your cheek, wiping the tears away.

You sobbed, and he shushed you even as he pulled you closer. You buried your face in his bare chest and he crushed you against him, so tight, tight enough that you were sure he would never let you go again.

He ran his hand up and down your back, and with a start you realized you were void of clothes as well.

You awoke in the afterlife just as you would have every day of the best years of your life with him; naked in his bed after a night of making love with adoration in his eyes as he watched you sleep.

You took a shuddering breath and pulled back to look at him in the eyes once more, your hands never leaving his body, you ran them up his chest, across his face, twirled your fingers in his hair.

“This is Valhalla, isn’t it?” you asked.

“Yes, my love,” he said, and kissed the fresh tears on your cheeks away.

Then he kissed your lips. It was a delicate thing at first, but then it molted and grew until it felt exactly like it used to. The kiss cemented you to him, secured you right where you should be, where he had been waiting for you.

And all of the pain you experienced before that kiss didn’t even matter anymore. Because you loved him and he loved you, and that’s all.

His lips moved against yours and your tears mixed with his and it was perfect. You loved him, that’s all.

You weren’t angry at him for dying and leaving you alone. You weren’t drowning in heavy emotions anymore. You held no grudges or hard feelings over anyone or anything anymore, not now that you were in the arms of your greatest love once more.

“It’s been so long,” you gasped out when he pulled back and smiled.

“I know,” he said with a small smile.

“I’m sorry,” you said.

“I am as well,” he replied, simply and sweetly.

You felt light as a feather. You felt released from your pain and anguish. You were with him again, and that’s all that mattered.

“Isn’t the introduction to Valhalla traditionally supposed to be much different?” you asked.

He smirked and mischief twinkled in his eyes, “It is possible I managed to bend some rules for you.”

You huffed a laugh and pulled him into another kiss. One that could’ve lasted seconds or could’ve lasted a lifetime. It didn’t really matter. You had eternity in the hall of warriors with your Loki, and you were secure knowing you died fighting for the ones you loved.

“Would you like me to give you the grand tour?” he whispered in your ear as he pulled back from your lips and began kissing his way across your skin.

“Maybe later,” you said as you wrapped your arms around him and pulled him atop of you.

“We have an eternity,” he promised and kissed you, slow and deep.

Tagging those who showed interest in this fic (thanks for the support!) : @thespiralstaircasewriter @bellaisasleep @elly-hiddlesherloki @izhunny @drachenkinder @spacefloosie

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olsenmyolsen · 4 months

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I'm Free Tonight

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MCU Compliant (Female Reader X Carol Danvers)

Summary: A lovely stranger saves you from a boring Christmas Gala.

Word Count: 2.8K

Content: Just Fluff

"You alone?"

You looked up from your seat at the round table and saw the blue eyes of a blonde you'd never seen before.

She wore a beautiful maroon and blue dress with a gold chest piece. Your dress looked silly in comparison, no matter how much your girlfr- ex girlfriend(?) paid for it.

And she wasn't cheap.

An heiress, some would call her.

Others used the word bitch.

You tore your eyes away from the blonde and gestured to a woman at the bar. Clearly drunk and openly flirting with one of the groomsmen. "Supposed to be with her."

The blonde looked where you pointed, and the curiosity on her face turned into one of disappointment.

Followed by a smirk.

"Well, I'm Carol. Carol Danvers." The blon- Carol switched her champagne flute from her right to her left hand. She extended the right to you when you looked up to her.

"Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N." You shook her hand and were surprised to feel a tight grip. You quickly realized how strong Carol was as you checked out the definition and muscles on her arms. "May I?" Carol pointed to the seat to the left of you. "Go ahead." You said with a smile that Carol reciprocated.

Carol also chose this seat so you'd be facing away from the bitch that left you alone.

You turned away from the bar and towards Carol. "How do you know the couple hosting?" Carol asked. "I don't. My date does."

That made sense. Since Carol noticed you hours earlier, she couldn't figure out how you wound up at a place like this. Surrounded by people whose hands were never clean. Politicians and models. Wall Street bros and CEO's. You stuck out—a ray of innocence and good radiated from you. Kind hearted.

Carol knew it to be true when she saw how awful your date treated you.

"Ah," Carol said as she lifted the glass and took a sip of the golden bubbles. "I hope you don't mind me asking... Who is she? Your date?" Carol set her glass down and looked at you in the eyes. "Oh, her name is-"

"Oh no, I'm sorry." Carol stopped you as she reached a hand out to your arm. "I meant, who is she to you."

It felt like a trick question, like Carol knew the truth.

Carol kept her fingers resting on your arm while waiting for your eyes to meet hers. "She's..."

You sighed.

Carol patted your arm. "Think about it." She removed her touch from you, and you missed her warm fingers.

You watched as they wrapped around the glass of champagne. "If it makes you feel better, I'm not supposed to be here," Carol spoke up with a shrug.

"You're not?" Carol watched your forehead crease when you didn't believe her. "No. I'm here doing a favor for a friend." You looked around the room, and like Carol did with you earlier, you couldn't believe someone like her could be here. "What friend?" You asked, making Carol smile.

"The King of Asgard, Valkyrie." She said casually without hesitation.

"Oh!" You said, surprised and bewildered. "I still have yet to visit New Asgard.." You really have been meaning to, but it's not like money grows on trees for you. "I hear it's lovely."

"It is," Carol replies. "So.." Carol leans closer. "Are you done thinking about my question from earlier? What is she..." Carol gestures to the woman you came here with. "..to you. Because she sure as hell isn't your girlfriend."

You followed Carol's eyes and saw the woman kissing the neck of a man you wouldn't give the time of day.

You turned back and looked at Carol.

You sighed and put both arms on the table in a defeated position. "I was her date for tonight, but no, I've never met her until two days prior when I was introduced by her team. I was hired to help clean up her image, but..." You looked back. "Looks like that's not happening."

Carol hummed. "So you're an escort?"

"Blunt, but yes... that's one word for it." You replied. Carol leaned back into her chair and appreciated the honesty coming from you.

"How much did she pay you?"

You certainly weren't expecting that question, and you couldn't tell by the smirk Carol was hiding behind her glass if she was serious or not.

So you decided to forget about the girl you came with and play the game Carol was hopefully playing.

"Why? Think you can afford me?"

That made the blonde laugh. "I know I can." Her voice was lower as she spoke to you. "But I'm not looking to pay. I want you if you want to come along."

That made something in your stomach twirl.

"And where would we go?"

"Wherever you want. But hopefully far away from here."

You peeled your eyes away from the blonde and looked around the room. It was dreadful and boring. This was presented as a Christmas gala, but it was nothing more than a night to fuck and make business deals to everyone else but you.

You were here for a job, but you were clearly left to your own devices.

Until Carol showed up.

"Okay." You said as you turned back to the blonde and nodded. "Let's get out of here."

Carol's eyes lit up. She watched you stand up and down your glass of champagne before extending your hand to her. Carol did the same with her glass before taking your hand. "Thank you." She smiled as she rose to her feet. "No, thank you!"

Carol led you out of the grand mansion you couldn't for the life of you remember the name of and to the valet kiosk. Carol handed the greying man a ticket stub and wrapped her arm around you as you two waited for his return.

"Is this okay?" She asked, forcing you to look up to her eyes. "Me... touching you? Holding you?" You nodded. "It's great." Carol smiled. "Good to know."

Carol felt your skin become scattered with goosebumps. She thought it might've been from the cold wind in the air, but if asked, you would've been honest and told her it was because of her—the blonde with her hand moving up and down your arm.

She smiled.

You two stood in silence, accepting the comfort the other one brought when the valet pulled up in a black sports car that would never be in your tax bracket.

"What a beautiful car, Miss. Please enjoy your evening." The man said to Caol as he handed her the keys before scurrying away.

She simply smirked and moved her arm from around you to your arm closest to her. "Shall we?" You nodded and let Carol lead you to the passenger door. She opened it for you and let go of you as you entered.

She watched the slit of your dress rise as you sat down in the brown leather seat. Her eyes then traveled down to your legs and the heels that went perfectly with your dress. "Good?" She then asked. "Good." You replied before Carol smiled and closed the door.

You watched her move around the front of the car and slide into the driver's seat. The seat adjusted to her, and you watched the steering wheel move to compliment her. "Wow." Carol turned to your voice.

"Kind of a lot, right?" You shrugged and looked into her blue eyes. "It's kinda cool." You tried to be nonchalant, but you were in awe of everything, and Carol knew it.

Carol hit some buttons on the display in the middle and found a radio station playing a pop hit.

Olivia Rodrigo specifically.

The music was kept at a lower volume as Carol waited for you to buckle up. "Safety first, sweetheart." She said, making your stomach flip at the pet name. "Sorry." You mumbled as your cheeks grew red, and Carol buckled herself up before turning up the heat and placing the car in drive.

"You hungry?" Carol hadn't eaten any of the fancy shit the gala was offering. It was all themed around the holiday, and she knew for a fact that you hadn't had a single bite.

You wanted to lie, but with Carol asking in a honey-dripping tone, and one look at her made you nod. "Starving." You said.

However, food wasn't the first thing you were thinking about eating.

Carol smirked as if she could read your mind.

She removed her right hand from the steering wheel and placed it on your thigh as she kept her eyes on the road. The speed of the car picking up.

Her palms on your skin burned with waves of pleasure. "I'll find somewhere for us," Carol said, making you nod. Carol briefly looked over at you and smiled.

She was loving the game that was being played.

In addition, she loved the touch of you. The feeling of your goosebumps spreading across your body every time her fingers lifted up and down your soft, ample skin.

She was also enjoying you—your company.

Carol never got to do stuff like this.

But she was making the most of tonight.

"Is this still okay?" Carol asked as her hand moved slightly up your thigh. Pushing your dress up. "Yes." You said as you buried a moan in your throat.

"Do I feel good? My touch against your body?" Carol asked as she turned her head to you. She watched your side profile nod and swallow before you parted your pink lips. "You feel so good, Carol."

Her blue eyes found the road again.

"Good, sweetheart." Carol patted your thigh and kept you wanting more. "You're doing so well for me."

You whimpered upon hearing the praises of a woman you just met. "Ah, here we go," Carol said, making you do your best to focus on what was worth pulling off the side of the road.

Surprised, you looked at Carol as she put the car in park.

Carol turned to you.

"What's wrong?" She unbuckled her seatbelt and brought a hand up to your face. Moving a hair behind your ear. "You said you were starving." You leaned into her touch ever so slightly and nodded. "I am."

"Then let's eat." Carol smiled and removed her touch from you again as she climbed out of the car.

You kept your eyes on Carol as she closed the door. You watched her pass in front of the neon 24/7 Diner sign before she made it to your passenger door. She opened it and quickly helped you out. "It's somehow gotten colder. Come on." Her hand and fingers became intertwined with yours as she pulled you to the front of the restaurant.

You two seated yourselves in a booth once you entered like a bunch of giggly teenagers.

There was only the waitstaff and three other patrons inside. You and Carol were obviously dressed the best.

"This definitely beats the Gala," Carol said, making you look up from your menu with a smile. "It does."

Carol placed her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her hand. "Tell me something," Carol said with a teasing smirk. "Are you enjoying how the night has gone?"

You dropped your menu onto the table. "I'm loving it. Thank you."

Carol shook her head. "No, thank you." Her leg rubbed up against yours in a gentle manner. "Now, what are you thinking about having?" Carol's eyes found the menu again, but you stared straight ahead.

Carol knew it.

"They don't have me on the menu." You brushed your leg higher against Carol. "Shame. Because I'd love a taste."

You were bold, and you didn't know where it was coming from, but tonight, with Carol, you felt free. You weren't being paid to be someone else. You felt like a new person. Or maybe it was just you being yourself? Regardless, you loved it.

After a waitress came by, you and Carol Danvers ordered cheeseburgers with a basket of fries and a shake, to split, obviously.

The food was wonderful, and the flirting mixed in with conversation was even better.

The highlight might have been when you showed Carol that you could, in fact, tie a cherry stem into a knot in your mouth. You held it between your teeth with pride as Carol smirked at you and, without warning, connected your lips together. Her tongue swiping the stem out of your mouth and into hers.

When she smiled a few seconds later, the knot was undone, and Carol couldn't help but wink at you.

You felt your stomach flip again.

"Whenever you're ready to leave, we can," Carol said to you, only to earn a nod.

Carol laughed at that and stood up as she placed a stack of uncounted bills from her clutch.

"Okay, so maybe you could afford me for the night." You said, taking Carols' hand as you slid out of the booth. "I told you." She smugly replied as she led you out of the diner.

The cold air catching you off guard, but your grip on Carols' hand remained strong. "Come on." She squeezed your hand and bit back a smile before you two ended up on the driver's side of the car.

Carol held the key in her other hand.

"What?" You asked as Carol looked at your eyes. "You're just beautiful." The blonde said, moving her body to be pressed up against yours.

You stumbled a step back as you found your back up against Carols car.

"Is this still okay?" Carols breath was shaky as she held her lips dangerously close to yours.

In the neon glow of the diner sign, you nodded. "Just kiss me again." Carol held in a moan as she did what you asked. The softness of her lips landed on yours.

You pulled her body closer.

Her hands found your hips and squeezed them, making you squeal in delight. "Fuck Carol!" You laughed into Carols mouth.

"Oh, you're such a pretty girl," Carol replied in a hushed tone as she pushed her front up against you more. Feeling the tremble in your legs and warmth from your pussy.

But the sweetest bit was the taste of chocolate on your lips.

"I want you." You moaned into Carols ear.

Carol couldn't be happier. "I want you too." She kissed your neck, jaw, and lips again.

You bit your lips and looked up at her. "Let's go then." You turned around and pressed your ass against Carol and made a gesture for the car keys, but Carol smiled before laughing. "Oh, no, baby. I don't think so."

You tilted your head as you were still catching your breath. "And why is that?" You opened the car door and waited for Carol's answer.

That's when you watched Carol's hand curl and close around the key. Suddenly, her hand began to glow bright and orange. You couldn't believe what you were seeing, and when she opened her hand again, the key was nothing but a pile.

You waited for an answer.

"Remember that story I told you? About the pilot?"

Carol tilted her hand, and you both watched the remnants of the key fall to the asphalt.

You looked up to Carol and thought back to the story she told you across the booth earlier. "So it was you? You have powers?" Carol nodded and made her hands glow again. "What about your car?" You asked honestly.

"The car and cash were never mine." The glow from her hands faded as she stepped into space between your legs. "It was your awful heiress of a date."

Carol touched the top of your head and ran her hand down the side of your face. "I think you and I had a better time than you would with her." She purrs as she kisses your cheek. "Don't you think?"

You nod and move your lips to brush hers. "I do." You find Carol's hands and hold them. "I can work with this."

"Are you sure?"

Carol asks, even though both want this.

"Yes."

Carol kisses you and pulls you close. "Hold on to me." You wrap your arms tightly around Carol's body, and slowly, you feel your feet leave the ground. "Keep your eyes on me," Carol said, and when you looked at her, you saw that her dress had changed into a suit.

One a superhero would wear.

"You brought us back..." You whispered into the space between the two of you. She heard you.

You watched as Carol glowed brighter, and the speed at which you two were flying increased.

You and Carol slept together that night, and you remember the feeling of warmth when you woke up next to her and a cat named Goose in the bed on her spaceship.

That was five months ago, and as you watch Carol fly down to a planet below, you can't help but smile.

You weren't alone.

dividers by @/benkeibear

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angelltheninth · 2 years

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I'm brainstorming some Valkyrie x Fem!Reader content, just not completely sure what to do just yet

#valkyrie x reader #valkyrie x female reader #valkyrie #brunnhilde #brunnhilde x reader #brunnhilde x female reader #king valkyrie #kink valkyrie x reader #king valkyrie x female reader #mcu x reader #mcu x female reader #marvel x reader #marvel x female reader #marvel mcu #marvel cinematic universe #marvel

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fandomnerd9602 · 5 months

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A Force x Male Max Steel Reader

SHIELD makes an alliance with another secret organization called N-Tek. The fem heroines meet their best agent/hero which is Max Steel. The female heroes get turned on by seeing him in action. Fury tells them that the people in NYC call him Max Steel.

The following is A-Force’s reactions to seeing Y/N, aka Max Steel, in action…

Natasha: the way Y/N sliced that enemy’s head - hot (bedroom eyeing)

Wanda: I wonder if every part of him is made of steel (growls)

Kate: don’t look into those gorgeous eyes…I looked! (quivers)

Yelena: nice vest. I wonder how good I’d look in Y/N’s after…(laughs)

Carol: all that power in such a good looking form (purrs)

Valkyrie: Y/N can call me King anytime (winks)

Sadly Y/N didn’t hear any of this due to being in battle…

#marvel #marvel imagine #marvel fluff #mcu #mcu imagine #mcu fandom #marvel incorrect quotes #incorrect marvel quotes #natasha romanoff #wanda maximoff #carol danvers #kate bishop #yelena belova #valkyrie #max steel #a force #reactions #the avengers

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fieldofdaisiies · 1 year

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Hey, I love your writing could you please do a Azriel x reader where it is inspired by house of the dragon like maybe the reader comes from a family that is similar to the Targaryens

I have to apologise, I did not watch House of Dragons, so I don't really know if that story is too far-fetched. Hope you like it though. Thank you so much for requesting <33

Azriel x Reader | A Court of Shadows and Dragons

warnings: none word count: 1.5k

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A vision had revealed it—Elain had seen where the sword was hidden. A kingdom on the continent was their target, the place where they would find Narben. And also where Azriel –at that point still unknown– would find his forever soul mate.

It was the northernmost realm, in the midsts of snow and endless winter, hidden behind mountains and forests larger than the Night Court itself.

Dragons had greeted them upon their arrival, their size threatening yet impressive.

The Prythians’ thick winter boots and warm coats shielded them from the icy cold when they waded through the fluffy white that covered the ground, past the dragons that welcomed them with a bow of their heads. Soldiers, warriors, protectors stood guard at the large metal doors that lead inside the gigantic palace towering over the two Illyrian males and the Valkyrie female.

“Ever seen a palace that huge?” the Illyrian general asked in a low voice when the trio took their last steps towards the gates. With the shake of her head, Nesta exhaled a breath of astonishment and looked at her mate. “It is ginormous,” she remarked.

Azriel nodded in agreement, his eyes never leaving the castle. Never had they ever seen such greatness, such demonstration of power.

They hadn’t even known about that kingdom until Elain had revealed that not only the royal family ruling over Valyria would be of great importance in the war against Koschei but also that the powerful sword called Narben would be hidden there.

In a vision everything had become clear to her and consequently to them, she had revealed it all, put the cards on the table and a plan had been made. Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court, had decided to send his two best warriors alongside Nesta Archeron to the continent to find the sword and make discussions about their support in the war. Azriel, Cassian and Nesta had taken on that mission, feeling honoured that the High Lord sent them on that journey.

It was Nesta who knocked on the large metal door. The guards stepped to the side, assessing the visitors and preparing to attack at any moment if the court etiquette wouldn’t be fulfilled or the foreign strangesr brought along danger. No one could be trusted those days.

“Name and concern,” a deep rumble sounded through the door. Nesta’s breath halted for a moment, her heartbeat speeding up. But she braced her feet on the ground, inhaled deeply and in a steady voice she said, “Nesta Archeron. Cassian, Azriel. We are from the Night Court. We have requested a visit with the king and queen of Valyria. We are here for discussions.” At least twenty times the Valkyrie female had repeated those words on their way to the palace. She had not wanted to make a mistake and she did not. It had all gone well.

There was a loud crack—the door. Only that it wasn’t the door. The two large gates, which one of them the door was built into, opened loudly, scraping over the ice-covered ground.

“Enter,” the male from earlier, now finally being revealed to the three of them, said. Half his face was marked with scars, an eyepatch covering his right eye. He was tall, taller than the Illyrian males, his demeanor cold and on the edge of scary.

The three of them did not let their angst show, rather veiled their faces in cool indifference, acting all comfortable and powerful.

They followed the male, through rows bowing guards, towards another set of large doors that opened the moment they appeared in front of them.

“Your majesties, our guests from Prythian have arrived.” It was announced from somewhere above the trio. Neither of them had chance to make out where it came from when the marvelous scenery of the throne room was revealed to them. Sculptored of white marble the thrones stood upon a dais at the opposite site of the large room. Everything seemed to be made of white marble with decorations of gold. It was the most beautiful display of power the three of them had ever seen.

But not only was the throne room marvelous.

Azriel knew in the very moment his eyes landed on the princess of the kingdom, sitting right next to her father, that he had never ever seen such beauty before.

The breath got knocked from his lungs when his heart skipped one too many beats.

You were the most stunning female to ever cross his path. His breath came in quick pants when his heart halted once again. It quickened yet again when his eyes trailed your body, dressed in gown made of expensive, satin fabric. You skin glowed where it wasn’t covered by the dress, your braided hair neatly and hanging over your shoulder. Your face, though, was as cold and ignorant as the winter raging outside. But still the shadowsinger found himself unable to look away. He was mesmerised by your beauty, by what was going on inside of him, by the sudden tug on his chest. The tug—

The tug that meant something. Azriel had never known what it would feel like, but in that very moment it became pretty clear to him.

The spymaster had to avert his gaze. He looked back at the king who looked so young. So young to have a daughter your age.

“Welcome to Valyria. My wife, the queen, and my sister, princess Y/N of Valyria,” —the king motioned to you when you rose and made a curtsey— “feel honoured to have you as our guests.”

You weren’t the kings daughter, you were his sister—that made sense, Azriel thought to himself. Bowing at the waist, both Azriel and Cassian greeted the royal family. Nesta also made a small curtsey. “It is our honour to be here,” she formerly said.

The following introductions were rather quick before it was decided to head to the adjacent study room, to go over the reason why the three Prythian inhabitants had come here. Only a dozen of people were present, highly discussing the up-coming war and the sword. The king and queen of Valyria had already been filled in before hand via a letter from Rhysand—they knew about the sword and the war.

And so further and more detailed discussions took place, taking hours and hours in which Azriel sometimes stole shy glances at you. None of them were returned directly. You obviously found the beautiful stranger with the shadows swirling around him interesting. You also noticed him looking at you, but what would you do with a male like him? You could not allow any further thought towards the tug in your chest and what it would mean. The male was no nobel lord, so he was out of question as a husband. Yet still you found yourself glancing at him from time to time, assessing the male veiled in darkness. You wondered what lurked behind this wall of shadows, behind his cold demeanor. The cold fitted you, fitted this place, it was oddly familiar and you liked it.

When you called it a night, when the three Prythian visitors were lead to their chambers for the night, you fell a sleep with an uneasy feeling in your gut. The last thought before you drifted off into a restless sleep was the male with the shadows swirling around him.

Your eyes burned and your head pounded when you were woken in morning by a maid knocking on your door. You sleep had’t been deep neither restful. Too many thoughts had been occupying your mind—the foremost one being the tug on your chest and the male surrounded by shadows. The other thoughts were directed at what would happen that day. A plan had been made the previous evening.

“My sister and a few of our huntsmen and guards will ride up to the Valyrian Highland. You will join them, Lord Cassian, Lady Nesta, Lord Azriel. From the Highlands on you can travel then travel to the Veela Mountains.” You had obviously agreed, feeling honoured that your brother had so much trust in you.

You had donned your warmest breeches and coat, your feet shielded by warm winter boots and a hat covering your head.

You were patting your beloved horses head when the three visitors from Prythian appeared, strutting towards you. Once again you found yourself in complete awe—the male who made your heart beat faster and your knees wobble was stunning, cruel beauty. He momentarily locked his gaze with you before looking at the commander of your group who would lead you up to the High Lands.

“You lot, can you ride?”

The female called Nesta was the only one out of the three who said she could and so another plan was needed. A strong horse was brought out that would carry both her and her mate, the general called Cassian.

You swallowed the lump in your throat when you looked at Azriel. You knew your horse was strong and big, it could carry the two of you. You looked at the commander, pondering if you should really bring forward your suggestion.

“He can ride with me,” you suggested loudly, one hand placed on Seti, your trusted horse, the other braced on your hip.

“Sure,” the commanded said. He did were a weary look on his face though, but nevertheless motioned for Azriel to go over to you.

It was the first time that the otherwise so stern and cool male looked scared, almost terrified. Could it be that this tall male with the large wings was afraid of horses?

feedback, criticism, everything is always welcome 💛

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#azriel #azriel x reader #azriel shadowsinger #acotar x reader

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star-xxx1 · 3 months

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IF I WAS TO WRITE THE GANGBANG:

(Inloves Carol, Natasha, valkryie, Wanda x fem! reader.)

Also, I will open my requests for themes and ideas for it. I need help. Writes blocks hitting hard 😭

Also, movational messages would be appreciated <3

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romanoffsbish · 2 years

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The Aftermath: Stickier Situation

Kate Bishop x Fem!Reader (Past)

Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff(Widowed)

Queen!Wanda × KingG!P!Valkyrie

DarkQueen!Wanda x Fem!Reader x SoftDarkKingG!P!Valkyrie

DQ!Wanda x Fem!Reader x SDK!Val x Kate Bishop (🤷🏼‍♀️🧐)

@simplysimping999 a part 2 to your original request

TA: Our Pretty Princess(Part 1)

4/4 of the Part 2 Party Palooza 🤪

18+ | Minors DNI | Smut!!!

1st— Oral (Valkyrie-G!P), Penetration(Reader), BREEDING KINK, Choking, Daddy Kink, Soft degradation, Bulge play, Unprotected sex, Marking.

2nd—Oral(Wanda-Face riding), Degradation, Fingering(Reader-Shower), Mommy Kink, Marking.

Warnings: Stockholm Syndrome, insecurities, manipulation, violence.

8k—You’ve been warned 💋

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The New—Asgard Gala was tonight, the first of many you'll be expected to attend as the beloved partner—prisoner—of the leaders of this great populous. The last two you were able to avoid seeing as how you were freshly added to the mix against your will, so they had to keep you hidden until they deemed you trustworthy. Not to mention you were pregnant with Athena at the time of the first one, then the following year she was just too needy to leave with a sitter.

Your outfit has been laid out, and a team will be by to get you all done up later so that you could be the arm candy you're meant to be. Athena is going to be making her debut as well, and the only problem with that is the rather hilarious tantrum she's currently throwing.

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"No! I'm not wearing dat!" She shouts, arms crossing over her chest in defiance as she sends Wanda a deadly glare that would honestly be terrifying had she not been less than 3ft tall.

"Little one, please don't make mama sad, I picked out this special dress just for you to be able to match all of us perfectly." Wanda tries to reason with the petulant toddler, but she simply doesn't budge.

You hold back the snide commentary, because at the end of the day your daughter might not share her genetics, but she's a spitting image of her mother's personality, and now she must reap what she very well sowed.

*I can still hear your thoughts printsessa, better pull yourself together for tonight, and help me right now.*

"Angel, I promise you can put your Tiana dress back on after the party, and then Mama, Mom, and I will all sit down to watch the movie with you before bedtime." You coo, dropping to your knee before your daughter, and smiling gently to coax her from her bad mood.

"Mommy, I no want to party, I just want cuddles." She pouts, arms dropping in defeat to her side, and you take the hint to pull her exhausted form into your arms.

"I'll tell you what, Mommy will give you all the cuddles right now, then you'll take your nap, and wake up so excited to party. I heard there will be chocolate chip cookies, so be our perfect angel and Mom and I will make sure to sneak you a bunch when Mama's not looking." You reason with her, holding her head tightly to your chest and subtly rocking her to coax her into dreamland, whispering the last part to make her really think it's a secret to which she smirks mischievously before yawning.

"Otay mama, I will wear your ugly dress." She mumbles towards Wanda, sounds muffled as her face nuzzles against your neck.

You snicker at the brutal honesty, and Wanda sends you a pointed glare, but then her face softens slightly at the sight of the easily remedied situation, just solidifying her belief that you were truly the right woman for this.

"Here, there's no way she'll let them touch her, so I'll just get her ready myself." You offer, your lovers smile now wide at your easy submission without even a word of hers being spoken.

"Thank you, always so ready to be a good girl." She praises, thumb tracing over your lip as she had turned your face so that she could kiss you without disturbing the angel within your arms.

After a blissful moment of her lips on yours she had to pull away, having hardly even had the time to fight with your daughter, let alone to get lost in you—her very special princess.

"Valk will be by in a bit to give you more detailed instructions, but please do make our angel here look great, not that it would be hard, she's already so adorable to begin with." Wanda instructs, leaning forward to peck your irresistible lips once more before taking off.

You carry your daughter off towards your connected rooms, opening the side door that leads into her palace sized bedroom you place her down onto her forest green, canopy bed then you plop yourself down in the chair before her vanity while preparing her hair products and hanging her dress up to preserve its shape.

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Wanda was running around like a mad woman, which for all intents and purposes is the case. Though they had the help of the people to prepare the gala she'd been preoccupied with the fear consuming her as the line up of guests for tonight was a bit different than the usual.

Although retired from Avenging she'd been made to go to Earth just last month to help with a catastrophic event, and in her time there she had felt a bit nostalgic. One thing led to another and she then found herself drunkenly inviting her found family to the event, the same family that were essentially living a lie due to her magical manipulations. Of course she'd locked the bound spell up safe, but she was worried the pull of the heart could be enough to break at least the archer's ties to said spell.

"You're worrying again, with one flick of the wrist you could call them off honey, so either do that or just let it go before the wrinkles gracing your face become permanent."

"Says the one who thinks that overall hygiene consists of bar dish soap and axe body spray." Wanda expertly deflects in an annoyed grumble before then melting into her wife's strong hold, and hypocritically breathing in her cheap cologne to calm herself down.

"Stop deflecting." Valkyrie laughs out with a pinch to the witches hip.

"Careful their My King, we wouldn't want to have to replace another wall now would we?"

"You know as much as you try to threaten me with that My Queen it never works, all it does is awaken my little friend down below."

"You're a royal pain in my ass." Wanda snaps, aggressively pulling out of the strong hold to slap the warrior on the chest, and hurriedly walking away from her before she can try to stop her with her annoying charm.

Valkyrie wasn't joking about her arousal, but with the witch running off to do whatever she deemed worth doing she was only left with one of two options for relief so she set off to find you so that her trusty hand can have a break.

After nearly twenty minutes of searching the massive castle she'd found you reading a book in the library she'd had built specifically for you with the baby monitor right beside you. She'd already been in her ball attire, as she'd only needed to change out the suit jackets and ties to match the familial units color scheme.

"Hey, sweetheart, can you come here please?"

Ever the pliant little one you spring to your feet, settling a bookmark in between the pages and sauntering your way on over to meet her without a single question.

"Look at you, always such a good girl for me..." Valkyrie says with a proud smile upon her face, because though they're meant to be a united front she does in fact pride herself on having a better hold on you than the redhead.

Valkyrie just stares at you with darkened eyes, your innocent expression doing nothing to quell her aching cock confined by her tightly fitting suit pants.

"Can I help you with something daddy?" You not so innocently ask, using the title that you know drives the woman crazy, and she's made privy to just how much you want her too.

"Yes actually, Daddy needs a little help from her pretty princess..." She responds, hand slowly guiding your own to cup the obvious bulge in her pants, and the simplest contact has her bucking against your hand.

Without a word Valkyrie's hands move to take the plain black tie off so that she could replace it with the vermillion later, but in the mean time she has other plans for the article of clothing, toying with it while she patiently awaits your response.

"Whatever you need daddy..."

Valkyrie's eyes light up at your submission, heart rate rapid as she throws the loosened fabric over your neck, and in quick succession she tightens the prefixed knot to pull your body flush against hers for a bruising kiss that you moan into as her prominent bulge lightly grinds against your clothed core and your whole body warms at the promised activities.

Without separating your lips she pushes your body against the wall, continuing to grind against you and while her tongue explores your mouth you can feel your arousal soaking through your panties and onto your cotton shorts that are now sticking to your thighs.

"Daddy needs you on your knees princess." Valkyrie groans against your lips as the pressure building up beneath her slacks is becoming too much, right hand shoving you to your knees by means of the tie while the other desperately works to remove her belt.

Eager hands move to help her, unbuttoning the slacks and pulling them down her thick, toned thighs until they fall the rest of the way to pool at her ankles. Your eyes widen at the sight of the sizable amount of precum that coats the tip of her cock, you lick your lips in elated anticipation you squeeze your thighs together in search of the much needed friction since she'd gotten you so damn worked up.

"Fuck, do you see what you do to me honey? Go on princess, suck daddy off..."

You're quite the fan of teasing the woman, so your tongue pokes out to barely swirl around her tip, while your hand wraps around the base to slowly glide up and down the entirety of her shaft, her veiny cock twitches under your hold, and there's a slight change in her breathing pattern before she groans in frustration.

"Don't fucking tease me princess, you know we're short on time here, and if one of us has to go without it won't be me.."

With the unthinkable threat of being left in your desperate state you waste no time giving her exactly what she wants.

"Sorry daddy..." You attempt to remedy the situation, eyes caught in a stare off with the needy woman.

Your purposefully innocent gaze never leaves hers as you spit on the tip, then with your thumb and pointer finger you trail the spit down her shaft with a delicate pressure, and her head falls forward against the wall as she tries to refrain from cumming on the spot.

"Fucking hell..." She pants out, and that's when your lips wrap around the head of her cock, sucking lightly over the sensitive tip.

You take a ragged breathe through your nose while you work your way down her shaft, hollowing your cheeks as you pull back slowly, and repeating this only a few times as you soon got used to the sizable intrusion.

Your hands had taken hold of her thighs in an attempt to steady yourself, fingernails digging into her taut skin and leaving memorable marks behind while you had began to bob your head vigorously, slurping sounds filled the otherwise silent library, mixing with the pleasured grunts from your lover as you built her up further. Valkyrie hated feeling like she was putty in your hands, because even if it was the case she couldn't have you believing it, so she decided to regain some of her control.

Testing the bounds of your gag reflex she uses her grip on the tie to abruptly stop your movements as you neared the base of her cock but repeatedly failed to do so on your own and so she thrusted up instead. Your nose brushed uncomfortably against the scratchy material of her button up, and your throat deliciously contracted around her while you loudly gagged. Tears fall down your cheeks as you're being pushed beyond your limits and after a few more harsh thrusts, and with a generous squeeze to her balls by your falling hand Valkyrie unloads down your throat with a loud, broken up moan.

She pulls out rather abruptly so that she could make sure to paint your exposed chest white with her never ending load, her mouth agape as the pleasure failed to fade as she herself continued to stroke her shaft with her left hand, and with her right she tightened the tie around your throat even further before yanking you off the ground and she marveled at the sight of you completely at her mercy, gasping for air, and absolutely covered in her slick.

"God, that mouth of yours is purely magical..." She pants out, forehead falling against your shoulder while her hands fall to your hips to steady herself even further.

"Fucking hell princess, you've soaked through your shorts." She groans, fingers trailing over the evidence, and her cock was quick to stand again at the delectable sight.

She pulls back to really look at you, pulling her handkerchief from her pocket she's quick to wipe the remnants of her previous release from your lips and follows it up by slamming her lips to yours and aimlessly tossing the ruined fabric to the side.

With her hands on your hips she quickly trails them down to pull your bottoms off, panties and all, then with brute strength she grips you up by your thighs to slam you against the wall. You shakily moan into her mouth as her dick twitches against your drenched core, and as soon as your hips start to grind against her she smirks against your lips.

"My desperate little dove, you've been so patient, such a good girl..." She chuckles against your lips as you whine against hers.

With quick, precise movements her defined biceps flex under your tight grip as she lifts your body then is slammed down just as fast. Your head slams against the wall as she fills you up entirely, her lips attach to your neck, and she bites into your skin as your warm walls flutter around her, the only thing she loves more than your mouth is your inviting pussy.

"Oh baby... you feel so good around me honey. Just a perfect, pretty pussy for me to fuck whenever I please, daddy's going to fill you up so good honey..."

Though your walls attempt to hold her captive she pulls her hips back and begins to thrust into you steadily, and it doesn't take long for you to reach your high.

"Oh shit... I'm so close... Please daddy, fuck another baby into me, fill me up until it's running down my thighs."

Valkyrie's thrusts pick up at your request, not a single part of her hesitates at the idea of fucking another one of her babies into you. You were absolutely insatiable when you had been pregnant, she fondly, not to mention vividly remembers the nonstop sex that took place during the last two trimesters and she twitches at the thought of it becoming a reality once more.

Her right arm holds you up while her left hand makes its way between your bodies, thumb rubbing harsh circles against your clit while her forehead falls against the wall in sync with yours.

"Let go princess..." She groans, breaths fanning against your shoulder, as she finds it becoming increasingly hard to hold out.

Her cock rubs against your most sensitive spot at the same time that her long fingers press down on the bulge of your stomach and her thumb perfectly swipes over your swollen clit. Your walls instantly flutter, clinging tightly to her as you're thrown over the edge, your arousal coating her dick at the same time that the delicious pressure causes her to unload inside of you. Her hips continuing to thrust into you, making sure that her swimmers have enough push to bring her dreams to fruition.

She allows them a fighting chance by remaining inside of you as your collective breaths regulate, her lips lightly trail across your jaw until her watch beeps to make her aware of the new hour, so she reluctantly pulls away and looks deep into your lust filled eyes. She presses her lips to yours to absorb your whines as she pulls out of you, then settles you down onto shaky legs.

She carefully removed her tie from your neck, rubbing over the irritated skin to help relieve any pain. Then she helps you back into your shorts, then you watch in bewilderment as she folds up your ruined pair of red panties, then she settles it into the jacket of her suit pocket.

"Needed a replacement handkerchief." She jests with a shoulder shrug, a wink and flirty smile, and your legs nearly give out on you.

Then with a little instruction you help her to pull herself together so that she can go off to handle the gala preparations.

"Thanks honey. Now run along and get cleaned up princess, you've got three hours until they expect you to get your hair and makeup all done up and not to mention you still have to get our angel ready. Don't be late princess."

"I promise I won't be, I'll see you later Val."

Before you can skip—limp—out of the room though she yanks you back for a parting kiss, never really able to get enough of you.

"Had to steal a kiss for good luck princess, those assholes in suits will be here shortly." She grumbles against your soft lips while you giggle in response, she places a far more gentle kiss to your cheek before contradicting it by sending you off with a love tap to your behind.

"Hey Princess!" Valkyrie calls out to you as you're nearly out of the room.

You turn around to face her from the doorway, taking notice of her charming smile so you easily send her back a soft one of your own.

"I love you..."

"I love you too." You reply with a air kiss that she exaggeratedly catches, then the both of you silently leave in opposite directions for your respective destinations with matching smiles.

—

After the lengthy shower you'd taken you walked out into your room to get dressed, with plans to check on your daughter. You soon come to find out she'd been carted off for lunch, and that Wanda had been patiently waiting for you on the bed instead.

"There you are...Mommy is far too stressed out, I need that pretty little mouth of yours to help make it all go away for me printsessa."

Well there goes your shower...

"Mommy still needs a shower too, we'll take one together after you help me out honey." She answers your thoughts while beckoning you closer with a curl of her talented fingers.

You stood before her mindlessly, allowing her to manhandle you until your wet body was flat on the bed, and you were gently smiling up at her, her lips met yours in a chaste kiss just before she shimmied up until her drenched core was hovering above you instead.

"Be quick, I have a lot to get done before the Avengers arrive." She muses, effectively smothering your face before you could make a comment about the arriving guests you knew nothing about.

Your heart and mind were clouded just enough by the thoughts of Kate that you stuttered in your movements, but a quick pull of your hair had your focus on the witches cunt laser sharp.

"Your thoughts are adorable detka, but alas the spell is sealed in tight, she won't even know who you are so your foolish dreams of her saving you from your tragic life where we give you everything you've ever wanted is amiss." She laughs rather loudly at you, mocking your hearts hopeful nature in favor of crushing it.

"Now flatten your tongue because you're proving rather useless when you use your brain, had I had the time I would've fucked you dumb first..."

Her words sting your heart, so in an act of counterproductive defiance you harshly swipe your tongue through her folds, swirling it with perfect precision over her clit before dropping back down to plunge it as deep as you can into her pulsing hole—giving her exactly what she needed, and deep resentment's aside you fucking love bringing Wanda over the edge.

"Shit, keep going... Just like that detka, make mommy forget and then as a thank you I'll use my magic hands on you pretty girl."

You whine against her sensitive cunt, your thighs rubbing together in anticipation for having her fingers buried deep inside you while your determined tongue works to push her over. Wanda's hips grind down against your face in perfect time with your movements, meeting your tongues thrusts, and with every perfect nudge of your nose to her clit her breathing becomes ragged, and the filthiest of moans full of desperation tumble out from above you, and though your jaws tired from your earlier activities your pace picks up at the dizzying sounds coming from above.

Wanda's perfectly chiseled abs contracts as the pit growing deep within her nears it's precipice of bliss. Nimble fingers harshly tug upon your locks, the pleasurable pain has you groaning against the witch, and that final sensation is all that she needed to have her trembling thighs tightly clamping around your head, and her never ending arousal to come flooding out of her, half of which you happily lap up, the rest winding up covering the entirety of your face as Wanda's hips continued to move against you.

"Oh fucking hell printsessa, your mouth is one of my absolute favorite fucking things, just mommy's slutty little mouth to fuck upon whenever she needs..." Wanda praises, her body slowly moves back from your face, and while she shakily travels down the bed you graciously breathe in and out, lungs thanking you for the oxygen you've graced them with.

Wanda's drenched core settles upon your abdomen, the warmth of her juices pulls a gasp from your throat as it hits your chilled skin. Quickly cut off as Wanda pushes her mouth to yours, tongue passing through your lips to explore the expanse of your mouth.

"What do we say?" She whispers against your lips, hardly giving you a chance to say anything in response as she sucks on your tongue.

"Thank you mommy." You incoherently slur, doing the best you can as Wanda's still exploring your mouth with her tongue.

"Good girl..." She praises as she pulls back, lips loudly popping as she does due to the abundance of spit coating them.

She chuckles at the way your body squirms beneath her at the simple praises, then she leans back to hover above and look you over.

"You always look so beautiful covered in my essence, but we really do need to get cleaned up, you've got less than two hours left..." She teases, enjoying the needy whines it pulls and the fearful expression overtaking your face.

"Don't start, you know I always keep my promises, just be patient..." She chides, then in one swift motion the both of you are in the shower standing beneath the hot streaming water while Wanda happily works you over.

Wanda's lips work with purpose to mark your skin, wanting to leave nothing up to chance at the gala tonight while her fingertips gently slide down your slippery abdomen until they land just above your desperate mound. With a proud smile she pulls back to admire the absolute masterpiece that is your marked up collarbones, the pattern of varying shades enough to rival the likes of "A Starry Night," Vincent Van Gogh could never...

Then her gaze moves up to look into your eyes, an almost unplaceable vulnerability swims within them as she suddenly slams two fingers into your already sensitive cunt and your head flies back into the shower wall. Wanda's eyes never waver from your beautiful face, wanting to bare witness to you coming undone for her, every gasp or twitch from the overwhelming pleasure fills her with pride, and has her fingers picking up their pace while red tendrils play their part in circling your neglected clit.

"Always making the prettiest of noises for me honey, just so perfect, and so beautiful..."

Wanda smirks at the way your walls clench around her slender digits whenever she's praising you, even though she would be the first to admit she prefers it whenever she gets to punish you, and the way you usually drip uncontrollably tells her you do too, she just sadly doesn't have the time.

"Fuck, mommy your fingers feel so good..."

"If only I'd had time baby, you'd be bent over my knee for swearing..."

Wanda chuckles as her fingers are held in place by your fluttering walls, and with the flick of her thumb mixed with the tingling of her magic upon your clit you finally let go, drenching her fingers in the process as you scream her title repeatedly. Wanda's slick fingers leave your cunt against your pitiful protests, eyes enamored with the abundance of your arousal that drips down your legs and eventually washes down the drain.

"What a damn waste..." She grumbles, before plopping the glistening fingers into her mouth, eyes slamming shut as she sucks them clean like a woman starved.

"Thank you mommy..."

Wanda smiles over her fingers when she hears you without having to prompt you, clearly she was able to fuck the attitude out of you just in time for the gala.

"It was my pleasure little dove..."

She placed a kiss to your lips before grabbing the loofah to prepare, and your hands worked to massage the shampoo and then the conditioner into the witches hair while her hands tenderly cleaned your body for you once more, removing the remnants of your special time together.

Though she'd yet to say those three words that you found yourself craving to hear you knew deep down the feelings were there whenever she'd allowed herself to show you such softness, which was far more often than the witch would willingly admit to.

"I'll see you later little dove, and make sure that you're on time, you know how much I hate it when you're late—wouldn't want to have to punish you..." She coos, hands cupping your face as she winks before snapping her fingers and exiting the restroom ready for the gala while you stand there completely drenched, and slightly heartbroken as she leaves you to handle yourself alone.

Wanda heard the desperate way that your brain shouted out 'I love you,' but she couldn't bring herself to acknowledge it. She's got herself convinced that the words are equivalent to a curse whenever muttered by herself, and the idea of losing any of you terrifies her, she just wouldn't allow it, so she leaves you broken instead.

—

Once you'd gotten dressed you rushed off to find Athena, and after many encounters with clueless individuals you found she'd been let to wander off into the basement—the one Wanda uses for her magical enchantments and you're not sure how she'd managed to get in there but you move quickly to get her out of her Mama's lair.

"Angel, what are you doing down here?"

"Playing with Mama's toys!" She beams with some odd looking contraption in her hand, and as adorable as she is you fear that whatever she's holding is Wanda's forbidden apple.

Uneasiness seeps into your bones the longer you're down here, so you scoop the toddler up, and that in turn jostles the 'toy' from her tiny hands; it goes tumbling to the ground and you wince at the sound it makes as it scrapes across the concrete floor. Instead of checking it over though you scurry on out of the creepy, barely lit room and buy your daughters silence with a promised princess movie marathon.

—

Getting the toddler bathed was a breeze, after massaging and combing each one of her products into her hair to ensure it was well nourished you'd been able to coax her away from her rubber ducky's with the reminder of chocolate chip cookies. Getting her into the dress was a bit trickier though as she had remembered her previous contempt for the fabric, but you'd somehow managed it after slipping a cherry lollipop into the spoiled little girls hand.

"Pick a color baby—red, white or maybe both?" You question the toddler as you plonk her weightless body down into her chair.

"Pink!"

"Baby, that's not an option, it wouldn't match."

"But Mommy..."

"Ah-aht, no tantrums angel, we don't have time. I'll just do both, it'll be pretty."

"Me want hair like mom." She pleads, eyes batting in the 'I always get what I want' way, and just as you do every single time you have to deny her you crush her soul.

Because when she says like mom's she means in length too, and the three of you had agreed that extensions for the two year old just wouldn't be suitable with the way she moves around, and how delicate her young hair is.

"Baby, you're not old enough for hair like mom's, but I can do two puffy buns, or I can do just one, or I can do some partial braids—?"

"No care, mommy choose." She interrupts you with a scowl present upon her face, another wave of tantrums on the horizon if you don't play your cards right.

You quickly weigh out your options, and judging by the time and how she's already squirming around you settle upon slicked back space buns, pulling her hair out of her face while also allowing the natural curls to shine through. You use scrunchies with built in bows, one red, one white, and then with a fine brush you settle her baby hairs.

"My littlest love, are you ready to see?" You ask enthusiastically, hopeful to pick her mood back up, and she looks up to you with a giddy smile.

"Yes! Mommy, I ready!"

You lightly jostle the spinning chair to shake her up some, causing her to giggle before you quickly spin her to face the mirror.

"Oh, mommy, I'm beautiful..." She gasps, and your eyes nearly fill with tears at the sweetest smile upon her face.

"Yes you are angel, so very beautiful!" You coo as you settle her on your hip and nuzzle your nose with hers then you place a sweet kiss to each of her cheeks.

"Mommy's turn now?"

"Yes angel, and you're coming with me to get ready."

Her squeals lighten the sudden wave of pain that had hit your heart, not entirely sure if it's Wanda's inability to admit her feelings, or the fact that the actual love of your life will be here tonight and she'll have no clue who you are. Either way you're grateful to have the little one, and the gorgeous woman whom gave you said angel by your side tonight.

—

Wanda and Valkyrie were stood beside one another in the ballroom ensuring that all the final adjustments were made to ensure maximum enjoyment for all this evening.

"My Queen, you sure seem far more relaxed." Valkyrie teases, recognizing the after sex glow the witches skin portrayed.

"Yeah, and I can see your little friend was tended to as well, and we both know it wasn't your hand that did the dirty work." She teases right back, and both women share in a fit of laughter before sharing a lingering kiss.

"Really though, how are you feeling?"

"Slightly worried, but more than prepared for anything that could go wrong tonight, no matter what Y/N's safe with us."

"That's for certain..." Valkyrie growls as her lips reattach to the witches, and the both of them just live in this gentle moment together before the first set of guests begin to arrive.

—

While sitting in the chair you'd allowed them to throw your hair back to keep it from your face, and then they applied only the lightest bit of makeup which makes you realize this encounter wasn't even necessary as you were quite capable of doing all of this on your own. Athena was running around the room, twirling the skirt of her dress around, and just being a total menace to the workers around.

"Mommy, you pretty now."

You hold back a scoff at your daughters unintentional slight, and pull her into your lap, taking a baby wipe to clean her sticky hands and giving her dress the once over. Relieved to see that she'd managed to keep clean you carry her with you to then check yourself over in the mirror as well.

"Want to look like mommy..." She mumbles, pointing to your tinted red lips in the mirror, and you smile gently before lifting the gloss up to apply a thin layer to her tiny puckered pair.

"There you go angel, just like mommy." You coo, and she places a wet kiss to your cheek in thanks, effectively taking it off and you just chuckle before fixing you both back up to head down to the ballroom.

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Out of all the ways you could have imagined entering the ballroom to go this wasn't how you'd expected it to go at all. Chaos had apparently ensued at the exact moment the Avengers had arrived and you'd been left in the dark, and to a certain degree you were still in it. Valkyrie was stood toe to toe with the likes of Clint while both Yelena and Kate were screaming at the witch.

A guardsmen had scurried over to you, with express instructions to protect you, but your daughter had other plans once she saw the unfolding scene taking place too close to the table of sweets. With shocking strength she shoved the guard back and wiggled from your grasp to make her way over—she is a descendant of a Valkyrie after all.

"No touch my Mama and Mom!" She shrieked, tiny hands shoving the bulky archer back, and his eyes widen at the sight of the mini you.

Kate's eyes find her next, her suspicions confirmed when she recognizes the scowl on Athena's face. Frantically her eyes search for you in the crowded room full of nosy onlookers, finding nothing outside of the two specific men with notebooks who were clearly planning the next play that is to come of this rousing event.

Yelena's trained eyes found you, and she saw you struggling to break free from the mens holds and she was quick to run to you.

"Y/N Y/L/N, it's been along time—now duck."

Weird greeting aside you do as she says, then she slams the guards heads together and pulls you into her back protectively while guiding you towards the entirety of the Avengers.

Wanda's hands illuminate in red at the sight of Avengers encircling you, Valkyrie's fingers then drum along the handle of her sword, while Athena is holding Clint back with one hand while shoveling cookies into her mouth with the other.

"Wanda, what have you done?" Clint asks, and the witch quirks a curious brow as her glare now fixates on him.

"Exactly what needed to be done." She reasons, and the archer scoffs.

"Natasha wouldn't have wanted this!"

"Don't you fucking tell me what my late wife would've wanted Barton. I thought she wanted to live but low and behold she didn't do that. Apparently my heart mattered so little to her that she gave her life for yours, don't speak about her because you're also very wrong!"

"Look, Wanda, you took this fantasy too far, you manipulated the world to your will, and it's time we take Y/N back to live the life she was destined to." Strange interjects himself into the conversation, and Valkyrie is quick to unsheathe the sword and hold the point to his throat.

While the lot of them went back and forth your former lover was trembling before you, hands shakily cupping your face and checking you over for injuries.

"Y/N/N, baby I'm so sorry, I should've kept you hidden, kept you safe..." She sobs, and your heart breaks for the archer.

"Oh Katie, this wasn't your fault, we were all bamboozled here..."

Before the conversation could divulge into a next step you're breaking free from her hold to run over to your makeshift family.

"Don't you dare fucking touch her!" You seethe, hands quick to pull your daughter away from the archer who subsequently goes flying across the room.

"Mommy, no-no..." Your daughters shaky voice reprimands you, and you hum while pulling her face against your chest to shield her.

"Y/N, get behind me now!" Valkyrie instructs, hardened eyes telling you there's no wiggle room here.

"No, You don't tell her what to do! Y/N, come to me!" Yelena shouts, widow bites raised towards the woman you've grown to love.

Instead of doing as you're told you stand in front of the warrior to make your stance clear.

"Y/N/N, what are you doing?"

"Isn't it obvious? She's happy with us!"

"No Wanda, she's scared of you, and is just protecting herself." Strange concludes, never once does anyone let you speak, which honestly isn't that surprising.

"I'd never hurt her!" Wanda shouts while throwing the sorcerer across the room next.

"Wanda, you can't do this..." Kate whimpers, overwhelmed by all this new information, and at the sight of seeing you marked by another.

"I already did, and you're all better off for it! Clint's finally retired, you're thriving in your superhero career, and Y/N's being taken care of like the princess she was always meant to be. Face it Kate, you were happy..."

"No, I wasn't. Everyday I woke up feeling this emptiness, and no matter what I did I couldn't fill it. Now though, that your spell has broken I know exactly what I'd been missing, and that's my Y/N/N..."

Wanda's hands surge with power once Kate tries to claim you as hers again, hands raise to shoot off but she's just as soon cut off.

"Hey!" You shout, pulling all attention your way as you step to be in front of the witch, scared daughter still in your arms.

"Y/N... Move..." She instructs through gritted teeth, and you challenge her by remaining.

"No Wanda, you're not going to hurt Kate..."

"Wands... Tasha wouldn't want this, I knew all about your plans to find your printsessa, but this wouldn't have been the route you both took, and you know it. Let Y/N go..." Yelena tries to reason with the witch, because if anyone could get through to her it would be her gained little sister Lena.

Wanda's gaze falls to Lena's face, and the pure disappointment mixed with betrayal she reads in her stance is enough to shatter what's remaining of her already tattered heart. Still—losing you isn't an option, so she tries to shake the heartbreak, and she decides in the moment to leave it up to you because her faith in you choosing to stay is rather high.

"Fine.. Y/N, what do you want to do here?"

You're immediately taken aback by her words, stance faltering as you scramble to even figure out what you would want here, because even without your daughter present two years is a long time to spend with someone. Kate will always be the keeper of your heart, but your heart now resides in the hands of two other women as well, and it's all a tad bit confusing.

Plus, this could all just be some elaborate ruse to trick you into a punishment later...

"Printsessa, this isn't an elaborate trick, tell us, what do you want?"

"I-I, I don't know..."

"Mommy, is okay..." Athena jumps into action the moment your voice cracks, tiny hands move to frantically slap away the tears and you turn your face to place grateful kisses to her palms.

"Honey... What do you mean you don't know?" Valkyrie's facade comes crumbling down at the uncertainty in your collective future's, losing you not really an option for the King either.

"Y/N/N... Please..." Kate pleads from off to the side, and her body shakes with the fear that you might not be coming home with her.

"I-I want it all..." You quietly mumble as you fall to your knees, pain not even registering as your crackling bones meet with the hard flooring, and your hold on your angel tightens.

Wanda approaches you, dropping to one knee, hand lifting your face by your chin, and then she's leaning in to peck at your trembling lips.

"I'm sorry for everything, I love you Y/N/N..."

The sincerity in her voice tells you this isn't a trick to win, but more so the witch pleading her case, hoping that you'll overlook the whole taking you captive part and instead remember all the bliss that came over the last two years after the initial shock of it all wore off.

Wanda watches as your mind falls into a deep spiral, and she knows this is all breaking you, just not in the fun way she enjoys. Standing to her feet she passes Athena's kicking form over to Valkyrie's clearly defeated one before stepping back to give you some much needed space to process.

"There's always another option..." Wanda suddenly throws out after a long resounding beat of silence, and all present parties attention falls to her.

"Yeah, like what?" Kate bites back, arms securely wrapped around herself for comfort while trying to remain with a strong front.

"Join us."

"What?!" Yelena, Kate, and Valkyrie collectively shriek at the woman's proposition, all with varying reasons for shock.

Honestly, you were hoping for an easy solution to aide with the pull of your heart, and this is like the holy grail of options so you just hope all parties are able to agree.

"Well Kate, you're miserable without her right? Take her away from us and I can assure you she'd be just as miserable without us as we'd be without her. Add our child to the mix, and Y/N wouldn't even be willing to leave with you. Plus, Kate, I've heard your not so pure thoughts about me over the years, and even the ones about my wife here in just the last hour, it's not like it would be a hardship for you. Forget the way we went about taking her, and you'll see she's had it good here because contrary to their beliefs we do love her. She spends most of her days tending to our feisty little angel here, and with her loads of free time she's painting or reading, we also have normal family gatherings like movie nights or dance parties." Wanda attempts to pitch her case, and the archer's face flashes with about five different emotions before quickly settling on acceptance.

"I'm in."

"What?!" Clint and Strange suddenly shriek, but Kate waves them off and makes her way over to you, dropping to her knees to be level with you and just like Wanda she's lifting your fallen face to peer into your glistening eyes.

"Is that okay with you Y/N/N?"

You nod your head vigorously, forcing your way into her lap for the much needed embrace, and Kate's decision is one of ease once you're securely in her arms like you'd been meant to be all along.

"It's settled then." Wanda quips, snapping her fingers the ballroom is restored to its former glory, the Avengers are all snapped back to NY with the exception of Yelena and Kate, and the townspeople will wake tomorrow with such horrific hangovers that it makes them realize last night was more fantasy then a reality—Asgardian ale, am I right?

Wanda then approaches your conjoined bodies, lifting and separating the both of you with ease, she then takes Kate by the collar of her shirt and slams her lips to hers briefly.

"Welcome to the family kotenok..."

While Kate has a moment of unfortunate gay panic Wanda's focus shifts over to her princess. Small, yet shockingly strong arms then glide over to wrap around your waist, nose nuzzling against your own before her lips caress yours in a sweeter kiss, full of soft desperation, silent pleads that you'll remain hers for life, and you meet her lips with 'I love you' reassuringly playing in your mind.

"Give me the baby." Yelena demands of your uncharacteristically quiet lover, and though Valkyrie glares at her in response Athena giddily bounces over to her.

"I'm your Auntie Yelena, and I need you to help me to save the girl who just kissed your mama, she's broken."

While Yelena handles the hot mess that is Kate you make your way over to the saddened warrior, Wanda hot on your trails, and the witch sandwiches you in between their bodies while holding onto her tightly.

"Daddy, what's wrong?" You ask in a hushed whisper, and your caring tone sends a tear over the edge but you're quick to cover it so no one sees her in such a state.

"I can't lose you princess, I won't survive."

"But daddy, I am human, I'm going to eventually die."

"Yeah, no, I'm already working on that..." Wanda's quick to shut you down, placing a kiss to your temple before leaving you both to do some further damage control for tonight's events.

"I would never leave you daddy, I don't ever want to, but I do love Kate too, and I just know you will too if you give her a chance."

"I'm certain I will if you speak so highly of her."

Valkyrie tightens her hold around your waist, then she begins to sway the both of you along to the slowed music, and buries her face in your neck, using you and the peace you bring as a hideaway from the demanding world of people around her.

—

After the dust settles and everyone moves to go to bed a throat clearing halts everyone's movements.

"Oh no.." You sigh, sharing a knowing look with your fellow parental's as you all turn to face the tiny body.

"Princess. Movie. Marathon." She repeats your words back to you, and you playfully run a hand down your face before scooping her up, everyone else wordlessly follows you into the movie hall, and everyone cuddles up close on the king sized bed.

Wanda's taken to the left side of the bed, having called dibs upon you immediately so there you laid with your head pressed against her chest while she runs a soothing hand over your side and whispers her mocking of the movies just to hear your sweet giggles.

Yelena's laying down directly in the middle, Athena taking up residence between her spread legs with a bowl of popcorn and M&M's, sitting criss-cross-applesauce with her eyes dead set on the massive screen to the front.

Valkyrie took the right side, Kate being voluntold to snuggle up to her, and though shy it didn't take much convincing for the younger brunette to lay against her. Valkyrie had eventually got Kate to stop tensing at her initial touch since she would be settled behind her for the duration of the movies. Kate's squirming around trying to get comfortable worked against the warrior's patience. So she gripped her hip firmly, pulling her back into her so that she could feel the restricted bulge.

"100% natural kitten, so be wary of your movements..."

"Oh."

Valkyrie lightly chuckles from behind her, placing a suggestive kiss to the side of her neck before settling back into the mattress and deviously making sure to keep their bodies flush together in the hopes of driving her mad with lust just to leave her hanging for days. Devious plans to take you in front of the archer, leaving her totally desperate by the time she'd give her what she wanted all while she stares at you instead of the screen.

Every last one of you was out by the time the third movie—Frozen—starts, limbs of all sorts entangled forming an intricate human pretzel. Everyone fell asleep with a widespread feeling of comfort, every differing cracked heart being mended and given the necessary reprieves.

"Let it go!! Let it go!!"

Your body jolts with a start as the annoying ice witch belts out her iconic line, and you grumble your grievances.

"Shhh printsessa, I promise the big bad ice witch won't hurt you, but keep squirming and the Scarlet witch will..." Wanda tiredly teases you, squeezing your hip in playful warning, and in response you roll over to bury yourself into her as sleep once again consumed you.

"Good girl, I am so glad you made all the right choices tonight..." Wanda muses, leaving a kiss to your forehead before falling asleep herself.

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