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danddymaro · 2 years

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Aware | Revenant x fem Reader

Imagine A somewhat oblivious reader pinned after more than one Legend.

- stuck between Rev, Bloodhound, and Valk, and yeah, I’m giving her to my boi Rev.

🥒 (dill) with it.

Some Bloodhound x Reader

Some/ light Valk x Reader

I didn’t make BH too sweet, sorry. They’re actually kinda...well possessive here, which isn’t too bad lol. I wouldn’t mind a completely yan Bloodhound, but they’re not the OTP here.

- Truly sorry

Word Count : 3559

YOOO this had been a drabble where Rev was just jelly of Bloodhound. LOL. I actually wanted to add more Valk, but I was like,

-sigh-

Loba.

Aware

The simulacrum's eyes glowed a burning amber, the same color of rueful, charring flames as they narrowed towards the sight of anyone else that had the boldness to try and take claim where he prowled.

Most of the time, the target tended to be the intrusive Hound that always insisted in coming in between, arriving between both he and (f/n) in the most literal term.

Their eyes, while disguised behind thick lenses didn't lose any of their viciousness, and they had no plight in sending messages of definite defiance towards the red-painted creature, words not needing to be exchanged to get the memo across,

'She's mine.

- All mine.'

They had no fear, no willingness to fall back unlike almost anyone else certainly would have, and that was possibly the most infuriating and unnerving part.

vicious threats of promised carnage meant nothing, neither did a burning barrel pressed right between their eyes, nor did A sharp sickle to their jugular.

Metal claws have dug into their flesh, creating deep carves that oozed red until their last breath.

Red ribbons would dance in the air with each slash, with each disembowelment, and yet, it did nothing.

- Bloodhound could not be shaken no matter what was the danger, no matter what fulfilled threat.

Responses came in equal barbarity, their mercy withheld whenever they crossed paths in the games.

Offhandish comments and dismissive statements became sardonic retorts, the underline mockery and venom in them not going unnoticed by everyone else who'd only ever received gratitude and kindness from Bloodhound.

It didn't take long for them to understand why.

And while it wasn't clear why there was such animosity between them from the viewer's perspective, it was for certain that there was bitter blood between them, and the fans ate it up, rejoicing in the bloodshed.

To the mechanical beast, the stalking hunter was their worst enemy.

They were manipulative in the most shrewd manner, their gentle façade being what guaranteed them the young woman's adoration and praise, much to Revenant’s chargin.

Much worse, they were also territorial, sickeningly so, and they took that trust given to them and used it in their favor, to feed their that nature.

" You must choose your companions carefully, Ástvinur..." Bloodhound warned, the attention they cast down to the female disturbingly fierce and passionate, and as they said the address, it was sweet with affection.

Revenant wondered that if the rest of the world could see it...how couldn't she?

They always stood too close and spoke too intimately as though she belonged to them, existing for their molding and authority, having been born for them and much more ridiculously, being ' a gift sent to them.'

If anyone felt as though they had a right to (f/n) it was Bloodhound.

Sometimes Revenant doubted there was anything truly loving about the way they viewed (f/n), and reasoned that with all of the little claims Bloodhound had made, it was morso an obsession.

Because it sure seemed that way.

Revenant was aware he was no better, perhaps it was hypocritical to say otherwise, but at the very least he only watched.

He hardly ever took it upon himself to redirect her.

If she talked to anyone so be it.

If she was happier, then he chose to watch that happiness, entertained with it.

However, the same could not be said for the other legend. Bloodhound was quick to whisk her way while she was in company of anyone else, and made sure to have her alone, by themselves, because the hunter was "more comfortable with sharing," when it was just the two of them alone.

That had been the excuse, the bullshit lie that had been told to get her alone.

That had been how they'd pulled her away from the crowd, from his very side.

They always made sure to guide her with a hand on her lower back,

the satisfied little chuckle they released whenever he knew his rivals had a view of them.

Revenant could see the way (f/n) seemed to take in the words, perhaps understanding what Bloodhound meant, or moreso, who they were referring to because it wasn't like the simulacrum had a good record amongst the crowed.

"I know," she responded back, sounding somewhat blue, perhaps too pensive about the remarks to understand that the way the other legend came closer wasn't just friendly.

The way their gloved fingers lightly brushed over her cheek wasn't friendly, but daring for more and lingering for far too long, long enough for the little brush to turn into a gentle cradling of her cheek.

"Gaze upon me," they said, the tone all too soft, coaxing her more into them, wanting every fiber of her being to have lingers of their taste.

"Heed my warnings little one," they added, and (f/n) nodded, though casting her eyes off to the side in a manner of faint defiance, and Rev couldn't help but feel vain.

As he kept his eyes on them, he felt certain.

There was just one thing his little competition could not accomplish, and it was to turn (f/n) away from him.

Try as they might, it was futile.

"You are very..." Bloodhound trailed off, the long, low sigh they released longing, and somewhat in dissatisfaction as well as they realized how stubborn she was.

"....Cherished," they proceeded after a few seconds, perhaps having debated on what would have been too much to admit, not willing to reveal to her all of the things they had no trouble in reciting to the bot.

It was infuriating how innocent the masked legend seemed, how amicable they behaved towards her while, at the same time the undertone they possessed was anything but.

Words of concern were just possessive claims that at their best were deemed as little chidings.

Every bit of advice was not for her better being, but for their benefit.

How could she not see how manipulative they were, how selfish they truly were?

- How dangerously the devotion they had for her threaded?

Bloodhound had been the one that had, very "gently" warned off Mirage for having put his arm around her, the innocent, little act that had only been a friendly gesture swallowed with offense.

The other legend and (f/n) had, had an unsuccessful duo, but it was something to celebrate when they'd ranked 2nd, the match so close it would have been a victory if they would have had just one more bullet left in the chamber.

Even if it hadn't been a win, it had been quite the exhilarating spectacle, and if anything was just as good as having the top rank, because having high publicity and ratings generated views.

And if Mirage loved anything besides winning, it was attention.

During the exchange between Bloodhound and Mirage, there were hardly any words in between, only a small talk of beasts and prey, blood and mercy as the hunter's blade was promptly sharpened, each slow, long press of the blade against the surface similar to the wicked motion of skinning.

"- Do you understand?" Bloodhound glowered, and the eyes that were beneath the lenses narrowed viciously at the fretting, tanned skin male.

"Y-yeah!" The wavy-haired legend was quick to say, both hands held up in defense as he awkwardly chuckled, trying to play off how damn nervous he was, and how pain strickenly awkward the situation was too.

' - Geez.'

Elliott had been no fool, and he'd made sure to keep his hands to himself when it came to (f/n) because having the enigmatic legend on his tail wasn't something he was really hoping hard for.

Nor was it in him to continue to have the murder bot venomously glare at him as he loomed over (f/n)'s shoulder, standing as a sort of haunting spirit in wait for bloodshed.

Granted he'd never done anything but glare, but still.

He'd already been wary of the simulacrum, and there was no reason to change his caution.

- Even if there were moments where there were moments of doubt.

(f/n) smiled largely, jumping up as she waved at the bar's owner, "Elli!" she greeted while walking through the doorway, seeming awfully chipper for someone whose shadow was a nearly 7-foot mechanical beast of carnage.

the little rag that had been in his hand was wrung and with a hard swallow mirage smiled back, his other hand shakenly risen, " H-hey (f/n)," he said with a lopsided smile as he eyed Revenant instead, sheepishly peering up at him through his dark lashes.

Normally there was a much more animosity coming from him, but during then he seemed rather tame, looking down with indifference towards the bar's owner, not really caring where he was dragged to so long as he spent time with his little skinsuit.

It made Mirage's shoulders sink down softly, a bit of calm coming as he noticed that the bot was subdued.

Rev sat down by (f/n) and drowned the harsh liquor given to him with little hesitance, his expressionless face somehow holding the faintest show of interest with every word that dripped from her lips.

-And talk, she did.

'It's...kind of ...cute?' Mirage tried to reason.

It was sweet in a weird way, kind of like when you find a wild animal and instead of tearing you up, it decides to cuddle with you.

'Yeah...something like that,' Elliott thought with a cold sweat running down his temple.

Revenant, who at his best had always been standoffish and snappy was rather sweet with (f/n), any of the little dark remarks he threw her way being in the form of teasing that got a few giggles back.

For a split second mirage thought of something else, borderline x-rated, and he nearly dropped his glass during then, immediately receiving his two customer's attention.

'That's just weird...' he started, ashamed with himself... but still curious.

Did the simulacrum come with those parts?

'I'm pretty sure he can get them attached...I think...uh...' his eyes then dipped down to the loincloth and he felt his face burn.

'Does it...pop up?' he wondered, questioning whether or not the simulacrum walked around packing.

'I sure hope they use a lot of lube,' he thought with pity. 'I mean....unless it's not metal? I wonder if-'

"- What the hell are you looking at skinsuit?" Revenant said with a narrowed gaze as he realized Mirage kept staring at him, his damn eyes directed down beneath his waist.

It was...unnerving.

Beside him, (f/n) also stood with curiosity, wondering why in the world her friend seemed so...red.

He seemed red as he babbled, his dark eyes shooting everywhere else but the two.

Mirage wouldn't openly admit it, but he was considered dense at times, an idiot too.

Yeah, he paid attention and disagreed, so that was a point for him.

-But (f/n) ?

(f/n) took it to another level, because somehow, she couldn't see how much effect she had around her admirers which didn't just include Bloodhound and Revenant.

Bloodhound was a hassle for Rev, but other times it was the cocky smirked sky bird that dared to stand too close and touched (f/n) far too much, pushing boundaries no one else dared to when it promised a target to their head by two of the most dangerous legends.

She was too friendly and if that weren't bad enough, the way she spoke to her was much less withheld, sometimes borderline crewed.

It was known she was a womanizer, and it was sickening to see (f/n) ease into such a lure, not quite understanding that the flirtatious talk wasn't all for jokes.

The almond-eyed female's smile would always be half lifted, the specific smirk she adorned haughty when she was being spectated by the hunter and bot.

And (f/n), sweet (F/n) stupidly smiled in amusement and enjoyment.

Valkyrie had no fear either, perhaps more of an adrenaline spike when she realized just how much the bot despised the consistent flirting, even if at the end of the day she received nothing but (f/n)'s friendship in return.

"What?" Valk said with a low, an almost harmonious hum ending her words as she narrowed her eyes at Revenant.

"You think I'm afraid of you evil trash can?" she added with a smirk that made his claws want to extend and tear through it, the only thing stopping him from doing so being the (h/c) haired young woman whose smile truly did mean the world to him.

Weakness...

- It was all damnable weakness that he couldn't let anyone else have hold of.

"Think again," she said while standing opposingly, her arms crossed over her chest as she even tilted her head back slightly, her chin upturned.

And even if he towered over her, she still looked down at him with that arrogant smirk, and he was certain that somewhere in her little, worthless skin bag brain she was even more driven by the idea that she could spite him somehow.

He released a low snarl before collecting himself again, hoping to strike low, "What about Loba...?" he asked her, and at the name of the thieving brat, Valkryie's demeanor shifted.

surprised, frustrated...embarrassed.

She clicked her tongue," What about Loba?" she said back, her eyes cast aside.

- She'd rather not talk about that.

It was at that moment that (f/n) arrived, her placid smile warming into a true one as she caught sight for the two.

"Hey guys," she greeted them, " You two seem to be getting along," she observed, seeming rather pleased that two of her good friends were seeing a middle ground.

"Yeah..." the bot murmured, "Getting along," he repeated as he eyed the light-haired female with a glare that demanded her to follow his lead.

"Yeah..." Valk started, "Turns out we have something common," she said back, and throughout the moment they both looked at (f/n).

Revenant released a low, gruff grunt, as Valkyrie merely smiled back, chuckling softly.

He'd never reveal that the highlight of his nights was having (f/n) fall asleep next to him, leaning close and in search of comfort after watching films with bloody chaos and cheesy jumps.

She'd insist on horror movies, and he always agreed because every little shaky hop she performed brought her closer to him, and it was worthwhile.

She'd made him swear to keep it a secret how much she squealed and flinched, and he felt pleased to know that it was a side of her no one else could see.

Bloodhound could try and lead her in their direction.

They could try and coerce her into their mindset.

They could hunt her down and search for her as much as they wanted, but at the end of the day, she searched for him instead.

She searched for Revenant and was comfortable with every side of him he showed her from the initial, callous side that despised having her close, to the tamer, softhearted one that had taken just a little digging to find, and had him following her instead.

Valkyrie could continue to coat her in sugary words, and while she managed to turn (f/n) into a bashful little mess with every other line, the young woman always brought them back to Rev with the hopes of getting a reaction out of him.

She told him of the idiocies and had even had it in her to use the material on him if only to get a little chuckle out of him every now and then.

- So maybe he'd have to give a little thanks to the sky bird for that.

he never quite found her to be competition because it was clear as day that she still pinned over Loba, and she wasn't going to let go of that any time soon, no matter how much she tries and shift that over to (f/n).

Sure her intrusion was annoying, but he kept his eyes on the real threat to which he also felt the slightest thankfulness toward when considered.

He'd also have to appreciate how hard Bloodhound worked to try and come in between because it just made (f/n) even more determined to stay close, the effect being an outcome the hunter could not have foreseen but would certainly detest.

"Hey..." (f/n) softly murmured, her eyelids falling heavily over the glossy (e/c) colored orbs that struggled to lay focus.

The clang of the glass against the surface held more power than her voice, and it meant that it was almost that time to leave.

The sound that came from him was only short of a grunt, perhaps more of a hum as he acknowledged her and her pathetic attempt to get his attention which came in the form of tiny, little murmurs.

"Rev..." she added, her head lazily leaning onto his arm, giving him just the slightest jolt, like a little spark of electricity had tickled him.

"Are you even listening to me?" she asked him just as quietly, a yawn proceeding her words.

Again he made the same sound, and it didn't seem that she liked it too much because she pouted.

"Rev...I... I don't know if what I feel is right..." she started. "Bloodhound is really sweet..." she started, and he felt his body stiffen, his motion stilled as he waited for her to continue.

"But..." she breathed out, sniffling, "But I don't like how they talk about you..." she added.

"I don't like it when anyone talks bad about you..." she continued to babble, "It hurts so much..." she lamented.

And if he had a heart, it would still, as she breathed out the next line,

"You know, I love you...Maybe that's why it hurts," she said while reaching for her half-empty glass.

The attempt was made in a somewhat silly manner as she used her index and middle finger as legs to ‘walk’ the rest of her hand over the surface of the counter until it reached the container.

"I wonder if you feel the same," she added while stopping short of reaching the glass, instead choosing to snuggle close to him for a short minute,

“I hope you feel the same,” she revealed before reaching out again with her other hand.

Before she could touch it, a large, metallic hand took hold of it, his palm laying over the open top as he listened to her lightly slurred words.

"sometimes....no one listens," she said with gloom while latching onto him, immediately feeling at home.

"Well, maybe just you," she admitted." I think you love me too...don't you?" she softly giggled.

Wordlessly, Revenant slid the glass over to Witt who caught it just before it touched the edge.

"- I'm going ahead and close the tab," Elliot said softly while pointing away from them, momentarily leaving them be and only taking a glance back to see the bot gently move her, adjusting her in his arms to carry her.

Meanwhile, Revenant held her with tenderness, and she looked so small in his arms that his need to hold her close felt like a duty.

"Do you love me?" (f/n) asked him again, and he could feel her eyes on him, waiting, expecting, and possibly yearning.

He felt insects crawling over the insides of his artificial organs, giving him a little tickle that made his knees feel awfully weak.

Wasn't it enough that he was carrying her back?

Wasn't it clear when he let her drag him everywhere... when he bothered to come with her because he couldn't trust anyone else to keep an eye on her when she'd clearly gone over what was enough for her?

With her in his arms he then brought his attention to the other person in teh bar,

" - Charge it to mine," he said lowly, speaking to Elliott who, while he'd tried to give space, couldn't help but look at them with a touch of a smile as he listened.

"- And not a word to anyone else," he advised in a snarl, all as (f/n) released a soft, blue sigh, feeling ignored.

“Got it...” Witt said warmly.

“Revv?” (f/n) then breathed, her voice so sweet, the male carrying her registered the taste of sugar.

"If I say yes will you just shut up?" he questioned her as he walked out of the building, his tone awfully soft to match the calm night.

"Only if you mean it...." she responded back, and he scoffed,

"How would you know I mean it, huh?" he questioned her.

- sometimes she made no sense.

“Because I trust you,” she said back, and to him, it felt like another declaration of love.

Her feet which hung over his arm lightly swayed in lazy movement, and the meager rocking distracted him for a moment. It became interesting as he’d felt too reluctant to look down and find her eyes on him.

Her movements slowly lost enthusiasm, and he then released a short grunt of annoyance, and frustration.

He prepared himself with a long, low breath, but stopped short when he finally found it in himself to look down at her to find her sleeping.

His shoulders slacked and his head hung for just a second as his steps took a pause.

“...Yes,” he muttered with hesitance, the doubt within the word stemmed from not uncertainty, but the warm flutter he felt.

- A shame she wasn’t aware.

Iss Okay?

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thebaronfelidae · 4 months

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Vitra the druid kobold

Vitra was born during the cataclysm in an underground tunnel near Aym, Solomnia, living undetected with her clan. They mostly kept to themselves, focused only on their expansion. She was born quite fragile then compared to the rest of her kin, but they loved her nonetheless and looked after her.

She had a curiosity for surface exploration and by the age of two she began to explore outside of the tunnels, looking for treasures and food that she could bring back to the nest. Her exploration took her to Fangoth, a town overrun by goblins. As she wondered the streets a young girl took notice of her and decided to introduce herself to Vitra as Valkrye, the little warrior thief.

Their friendship grew as the years went by and Vitra would visit the town often to build their wealth and hideout together, bringing in more little rouges to join their rally. One day however when she was 7 she drew the attention of an elf that was disguised in the town. He noticed Vitra using growth magic on a small patch of flowers, which she was going to bring to her friend. It turned out that Vitra had a natural talent for the druid arts, as if to make up for her frail then normal form.

He kidnapped her as she had left the town to return home and kept her in Wayfold, in hopes that he could help nurture her power. She fought him constantly and was distressed for years after, worrying constantly about her friends and family. She eventually accepted his tutelage but her hate for him never left. By age 20 she finally was able to escape him and return to her old home only to find nothing but ruins and death.

She grieved her losses only to remember her friend Valkyre who she prayed was still alive. When she arrived at Fangoth it was discovered that the goblins were defeated and that the humans had full reign in their town again. It made traversing the town far more difficult now that knights were roaming the roads, but to her dismay she could not find her friend.

Instead, she found a disguised draconian named Loge, who was surviving the town by gambling and theft. With no clan or friends to return to she chose to leave the town with the draconian and since then had been exploring Krynn to build her magic and their fortune as she wonders what happened to her dearest friend. It is now current day, a 34 year old Vitra now hears rumours of a Dragon highlord based near Balifor sending their troops to blockade between Micah and Trigol.

Might rewrite this like the last one but i'm happy with it for now. But yeah! My OC character is complete!

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heavensmortuary · 2 years

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Noetah was inspired by one of my cats btw

#her name is valkrye and shes a creacher #krakens croaks #oc: noetah

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murdrdocs · 2 years

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HI DO YOU THINK YOU COULD WRITW A JANE FOSTER X READER OR VALKRYE X READER STORY PLEASE

you’re in luck! i had this in my docs unfinished and finished it finally lolz

includes. SMUT 16+, riding, throne sex, dildos, gays

word count. 1.1k+ words

Late at night, when darkness fell upon New Asgard, Valkyrie liked to take you like this.

Sitting on her throne in the center of the town hall, her legs spread with you perched upon them.

Everyone within the small city would’ve been asleep, yet just to be safe, you two only had a few lamps connected on the wall lit, barely illuminating the room with a low, yellow glow.

It casted a shadow against Valkyrie’s face, and you’re sure it did the same for you too.

Your hands gently cupped her cheeks, one palm on each side, bright and dark.

Her dark eyes stare up at you, and the whites around it emphasizes the orbs. She admires you, marvels at your beauty.

And you do the same.

As you sink your hips back down, your mouth opens, a soft groan leaving your swollen lips. Valkyrie turns her head, her eyes staying fixated on you, and she presses her lips into the palm of your hand. The force of her kiss against your hand is strong, yet weak when put into perspective of everything else about her.

Still, the cushion of her pink lips against the light inside of your hand is heavy, feeling like a stamp with the pressure and weight she puts behind it.

Once her cock is stuffed to the hilt inside of you, you sigh, the sound constricted and tight as it forces itself up your throat and at your lover.

She nods, eyes soft as she reorients her head to face you completely. Her hand is warm as it sneaks up the Phantom of the Opera crewneck you wore (which was definitely not yours), warm as it glides up your thigh and around your waist, hot as it situates itself at the curve of your back and pushes your chest into hers.

“There you go, love.” Valkyrie coaxes, thumb rubbing at your back. Her hips shift, pushing up and furthering her cock into you, even when you thought that wasn’t possible.

You flinch with the movement, muscles tensing then relaxing almost instantly.

Your eyebrows are pinched together, showing your slight discomfort.

“Relax,” She tells you.

As if your body relied on her word, you follow her command. Every muscle relaxes until you’re able to take Valkyrie better than you were able to a minute ago. She nods when she notices your discomfort fading, a gentle smile coming to her lips.

“So big.” You whisper, more so to yourself than her.

“I know.” Valkyrie agrees, her nose scrunching as her other hand comes up behind your head, urging you forward so your forehead can meet hers with a small thud. “But you can take it, can’t you?”

You’re quick to nod, eager to prove yourself.

To make her believe you, you roll your hips once, and then raise yourself slightly only to bring yourself back down. The small movement brings you satisfaction, and an unexpected moan comes tumbling from your mouth and into hers when Valkyrie forces her lips against yours.

She kisses you messily, no real organization to the way her lips move with yours. When you pull back, your lips are wet, as are hers, and you both lick them with accidental synchronization. All the while, Valkyrie starts moving her hips, both of her hands gripping your waist to keep her steady.

“Good girl.” She coos, the praise sounding like heaven coming from her.

You gasp, head throwing back as your hands find hers, holding onto her as you start to try and move your own hips.

Valkyrie’s grip turns strong against your skin and she tuts. When you bring your head back down to look at her, she has a stern look on her face. One she only uses in meetings.

“Let me do all the work.” She says. There’s no room for argument, so you don’t bother. Instead, you nod and keep yourself still, one hand finding Valkyrie’s shoulder while the other stays atop hers on your waist.

She moves slowly, thrusting in you deep, hitting a spot that has a soft gasp coming from your lips every single time.

You nod, not for any reason in particular, yet desiring to show Valkyrie just how good she was making you feel. She takes your nod as the reaction it was intended to be–positive—and drives her hips harder, faster.

When you accidentally shuffle your hips to the side, Valkyrie’s cock hits an angle you hadn’t expected, and the moan you let out is loud.

“Norns, Val.”

“Good?” She asks, as if your physicality didn’t show just that.

“So good, Val. You always make me feel so good.” You manage to tell her, surprising yourself with your own vocality.

“No one can make you feel this good, right?” She tilts her head, unphased. You nod, tongue darting out to lick your lips which have started to dry out from your panting.

“No one.”

Valkyrie’s hand comes to your face, her thumb inching closer to your lips until it sits along the bottom one. You don’t have to be told to open, nor do you have to be told to suck.

When Valkyrie’s thumb is coated in your spit, she lets her hand travel under your crewneck again, careful to keep her finger slick so that she can rub it along your hardened nipple.

She watches your reaction as she pinches the bud, and when you give her the one she’s looking for, she smiles crudely.

Your fingers wrap around her wrist, and you plead. “Val, lemme take over, please.”

She ponders over it, hips still going at the same pace, as her fingers just casually rest around your nipple.

“Sure. Prove yourself.”

And you do, hips working like they never had before.

Eventually, your eyes close, yet you can still feel Valkyrie’s on you.

It doesn’t take long for your stomach to churn, your brain picking up on an itch that desperately needs scratching till satisfaction. And that satisfaction reaches you easily whenever Valkyrie takes her hand from your nipple to bring it between your legs and to your slickened clit.

She only had to rub a few times and then your muscles are tensing, your head collapsing onto her shoulder as you bite onto your lip to stifle your moans.

You’re paused, so Valkyrie takes over again, her hips slowly pistoning into you to guide you through your orgasm.

When you come down and have enough strength to face her again, she smiles softly. “Wanna go at it on my desk? Good view from there.”

You chuckle a bit, eyelids becoming heavy but not heavy enough.

“Of me or New Asgard?”

“A bit of both.”

#valkyrie #valkyrie x reader #thor #thor love and thunder #thor 4 #valkyrie smut #valkyrie x you

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felsdumpsterfire · 2 years

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What if the gods have the ability to temporarily possess their esper? I can imagine one day, Drew is making tea one morning and suddenly he blacked out and when he wakes up, he finds himself and Sander, in a pose that seems to be they’re about to fist-fight each other, nearly naked but are wearing shendyt (like a skirt for Egyptians.) and beside them is Ollie dressed as Osiris.

Or Brynn suddenly screaming war out of nowhere and rushes to battle, wearing valkrye armor. Raven following her behind but her voice is deeper as if she’s trying to mimic a man’s voice

Somewhere, I can hear them arguing about these issues.

Look- LOOK- I AM LATCHING ONTO THE DREW AND SANDER THING (because tumblr only let's me post 10 fucking pictures per post because OF COURSE-) BUT I THROW OUT THE IDEA OF THEM JUST BEING IN THEIR UNDERWEAR WHEN THEY COME TO- because I have zero clue where they'd get a shendyt so fast but also because the sheer thought that Set and Anubis could not he bothered to find a proper replacement for a shendyt before they went looking for each other, so they could fist fight one another, is the best thing ever. But also I pitch the idea of them grabbing things that look similar to their staffs/weapons: like, Set had a staff so like, him just grabbing a crowbar to substitute that is fucking hysterical. And Drew has his fucking sword already, so Anubis is all good.

Also, Ollie would keel over- this edgelord baby man would die on the spot.

Anyway, here's a comic that had me in a choke hold while I was pumping it out:

They had to sit and wait for Discboom to come and bring them clothes because of course they came too on the top of the damn building.

(Also came to the realization that Set most likely closed his eyes and randomly pulled what fursona he was making for Sander because that motherfucker is described as having the head of a donkey- which sander does not have. Arguably he has the ears tho).

#dislyte #not a reblog.#answered!#thank you dear!#i fucking #i LOVE how your brain works anon #i was fucking cackling at all the ideas #short comic #comic #my art.#dislyte sander #dislyte drew #sander #drew

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mysticbouquetpuppyworld · 8 months

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************* NSFW NSFW NSFW********. For a few days now Brycen has been hanging out with Valkrye. Wanting to hang out, watching shows, eating dinner etc. Well this particular night they were just having drinks and talking and then Brycen made a pass at her. They were both super flirty and tipsy so she took it. A time was had indeed 🤭. He hasn’t asked to be her boyfriend or anything. I would assume this was a heat of the moment thing. Hopefully it turns into more 🥹💖.

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hsr-texts · 9 months

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I wrote this like 5 mintues ago soooo hehehehe

Oc dump brrrrr

CRYSSY - 結晶/Kesshō

Once a secretary under the 6th Fatui Harbinger, Scaramouche, to then being a researcher for Project Stigma, to where she is now assasin for the Stelleron Hunters.

Wielding a scythe she named VENOM due to the fact that anyone stuck by it gets rather badly poisoned. She calls the poison VENOM excretes as "Vermilion Death", and the effects of the poison do not appear until at least an hour after striking an enemy. Though, before VENOM, she weilded a greatsword, before then wielding a pair of pistols.

Its strage really, her personality, that is. Awfully rude and sarcastic, but then as if a switch was flicked, a motherly figure. And thats how she's been even through all the lives shes been through

In her first life, her closest friend was none other then the battle sexual Tartaglia. The same life in which she wielded a greatsword 5x her weight. Though needless to say, she had a little (a massive) Crush on Tartaglia. She was a bit aloof, kinda kind, and rather timid.

Though it wasn't long before she had died in battle, and ended up in another world by the grace of Celestia.

Her second life, one in HI3. Her closest friend this time? Shockingly it was Natasha, or Raven. Despite being a researcher, she found herself on the battle field an awful lot to the point where people mistook her as a Valkrye rather then a researcher. Having said that, she was a lot more rude and snarky at times, but over all still kept a bit of that kindess in her.

She died by the hands of the Honkai. A beast was too strong for her, and Raven wasn't with her.

SCORPIO - 蠍座/Sasoriza

She. Was. Done. This was the 3rd time the heavenly beings refused her full demise, and ultimately, gave her a 3rd chance in life, and guess what? For some ungodly reason she was forced to be immortal. Its a shocker she hasn't lost her shit yet and commited genocide considering how badly she wanted to be done with things. Though because of that, she had joined the Stelleron Hunters upon meeting Silver Wolf in Punklorde. Though she almost called her 'Bronie'. And upon meeting Blade, whooo boy... I think you can take a guess. ("I thought I fell hard for Tartaglia, but apparently I didn't know the surface level of falling for someone back then"). Her personality this time? A huge bitch. (Me irl/j) though rather sisterly to Silver Wolf, and like a daughter to Kafka, to Blade though? (How i wish he was real) Lets just say... she kinda hopes to catch his eye... (also she changed her name in hopes that the gods will forget shes cryssy and let her die)

None the less, she has been seeking these damned Gods, Hersschers, and all these heavenly beings so that she can finally, god damn lay in peace.

I think. I think i underestimated how long this was gonna be shshjsjshdoabc and i think theres a few spelling mistakes considering how i slept 4am last night and its 12am rn sooo

Otherwise tho i think you'll be seeing alot of me from here on out heheheh

Also, lots of love!!! I friggin love ur blog 💜💜💜

woahh this is very cool! thank you for sharing :D

#♡ sugo speaks .ᐟ [ ✦ ]#oc talk #cryssys here

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funkymbtifiction · 1 year

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type updates / changes

As I get better at typing (and re-watch things), I update and/or alter character typings or their Enneagram. Here's my recent tweaks --

The Vampire Diaries -- Elena ESFJ 2w1, Stefan ISFJ 1w9, Klaus 8w7, Jeremy 4w5

Supernatural - Sam ISFJ 6w5

MCU - Thor 8w7, Hela ENTJ, Valkrye 8w9, T'Challa 9w1

#mod post

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kitty-king-artwork · 2 years

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Here's another 3 am CW animatic! For the Feyworld au again too

Context 4 this: in the Feyworld au, the Centaurs™ r instead Valkryes, bc Valkryes r not only seen as very noble nd good, they're also virtual opposites 2 Harpies, which works well w Ched. The scene here takes place after Ched tries to do a competition against the Valkryes for a deal that if he wins they'll help w the war, but he fails and Durpleton gets mad when they all make fun of Ched, scaring them all enough 2 let them leave. Horse' town tho worshipped the Valkryes as their protectors, nd this little scene is Horse calling them out on the fact they've basically been letting their people die just bc they're too "privlaged" to help in the war. And here Malangella maybe grows a conscience bc of this

#centaurworld #centaurworld season 2 #centaurworld horse #feyworld au #my art

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beppuccino · 1 year

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Happy valentines day, accept this offering sketch of Piyomi and Valkrye

#valentines #valentines day #the girlfriends ever #oc #original character #art #digital art #sketches #blackartist

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violencehq · 2 years

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Putting in wants....requests Pardon.

Tiffany Stratton/Toni Storm/Isla Dawn/Nina Samuels/Amale/Jinny/Aofie Valkrye (Pardon the spelling), and any other available NXT 2.0/NXT UK talent.

AND Gunther, Giovanni Vicci and Timothy Thatcher!

You heard it here! Bring us all the bbs!

#Tiffany Stratton #Toni Storm #Isla Dawn #Nina Samuels #Giovanni Vinci #Timothy Thatcher #Jinny #Aoife Valkyrie #nxt uk #Gunther

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asirenfgo · 10 months

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I spent 10 tickets and 210 quartz on Koyanskaya’s banner which is a steal.

For some reason, Valkrye keeps dodging my main account…

That’s my 6th copy of Kaleidoscope. I went a few years without any Kaleidoscope, and now it just comes home like it’s my best friend or something. >_>

#fgo pulls

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mysticbouquetpuppyworld · 8 months

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My first unofficial lookbook 😂😂 featuring one of Valkrye’s friends Alex 💖. I was inspired to do lookbooks by @farfallasims I don’t know how to link anything so I’m sorry 😂.

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